Aesthetics with Maylea

Kneeling humbly, you press your palms together before you and close your eyes momentarily as you pray devoutly to Maylea, Bloom of Serenity, "My Lady, You mentioned You would like to speak with me! If You aren't busy attending to other things, I'm happily enjoying the company of the flowers in Your Fulcrux.".

The air swirls with prismatic colour as a soft, insightful voice says, "Hello, My dear Lief."

You have emoted: Lief's ears twitch and she beams happily up at the air.

You say, "Hello, my Lady!"

The air swirls with prismatic colour as a soft, insightful voice says, "It has been an eventful month for you, has it not?"

Golden light shimmers across the forest grove as the velvet peach at the base of the stone sings a melody without words.

You have emoted: Lief claps her hands together with delight. "You've contributed quite a bit to that," she says, bobbing in the air. "As has everybody else. It's been a wonderful month, I think!"

Laughter tickling her words, you say, "I finally have more productions published on the stage, now, than I have planned for the stage."

The air swirls with prismatic colour as a soft, insightful voice exclaims, "You are quite the actress!"

You grin and nod.

Swaying merrily from side to side, you say, "What can I do for You, my Lady?"

The air swirls with prismatic colour as a soft, insightful voice says, "I look forward to seeing your future works, My dear, but tell Me, how do you fare on your Truths, Lief?"

You have emoted: Lief tilts her antlered head thoughtfully. "I think I've begun to grasp Aesthetics," she offers. "The beauty in other places and other perspectives. In fact, I was going to show Barrin the poem I wrote for Hallifax's Midsummer Ball quite a while ago to discuss it."

Explaining, you say, "I think a lot of people think they have to be perfect because of the example Hallifax sets - and I think that's a wonderful comment on what they've cultivated for themselves and the Arts."

The air swirls with prismatic colour as a soft, insightful voice says, "Do you feel that you have to be perfect, Lief?"

You have emoted: Lief shakes her antlered head vehemently. "Oh, no," she laughs. "Not when it comes to the Arts, I don't." Her laughter dies down some, and her mien grows serious and thoughtful. "I *do* think some other people have begun to see me as perfect, and sometimes I want to be careful when my emotions are stronger...I don't want to leave any scars where I go if I can avoid it. But then I realized that I might truthfully see others as perfect in their own way, too."

You have emoted: "And is that terrible, if everyone is perfect in their own way?" Lief muses aloud.

The air swirls with prismatic colour as a soft, insightful voice says, "You are lovely, Lief, just as you are. Your colour shines vibrantly before Me."

The air swirls with prismatic colour as a soft, insightful voice says, "I would love to see the poem that you wrote for the Midsummer Ball."

Swaying happily in the air, you say, "I'm so happy to hear that, my Lady. I feel like I can understand that myself now, too."

You have emoted: Lief perks up and nods.

You have emoted: Lief unslings a mazarine pack broidered with iridescence from her shoulder and rifles through its contents. "I have so much paper in here," she says apologetically as she searches.

You take shimmery butterfly stationery from a mazarine pack broidered with iridescence.

You read what is written on shimmery butterfly stationery:

ZVOLTZ
 Lief Myeras-Silvermoon

Water against glass,
Streaking humid, languid lines
Weighed by foreboding:
A distant sound of thunder.
Silent, precise promises.

Breathlessly await
Electricity's shivers;
Goosebumps thrill my mind,
Inspiration's womb, nurtured,
Sparked by anticipation.

Will this be enough?

I drink harmony's waters.
Serenity comes

On a roll of thunderclouds,
Pierced by scintillating white.

Shimmery butterfly stationery is holding:
Nothing.

The air swirls with prismatic colour as a soft, insightful voice says, "A busy mind..."

You have emoted: Triumphantly, Lief places shimmery butterfly stationery gently atop the flowers below. "Found it on my second try," she laughs.

You drop shimmery butterfly stationery.

Explaining as she places the stationery down, you say, "I gathered the theme was, in some way, meant to pertain to Harmony and the Pantheon of Hallifax."

The air swirls with prismatic colour as a soft, insightful voice says, "Zvoltz was quite masterful, full of precision and a wish for orderliness. And cold, when He wished to be."

The air swirls with prismatic colour as a soft, insightful voice says, "But He would do nothing to others that He does not do also to Himself."

You have emoted: Lief's ears twitch as she listens attentively. Another smile tugs at her lips, and she nods. "I'm so glad to hear that," she admits.

The air swirls with prismatic colour as a soft, insightful voice says, "What did you find in the Art of Hallifax, My dear?"

You have emoted: Lief bobs a small amount in the air as she considers her words - striving, perhaps, for an orderliness to them she doesn't always exhibit. "I found a lot," she admits. "I visited each of Their places, each Fulcrux. I didn't expect to find Lady Czixi's full of so much fun and adventure with the big gust of wind that carried me up so high! I expected Lady Jadice's to be cold, but I didn't expect the blizzard. I thought Lady Isune's would be lovely, and it was, but it wasn't the same beauty I know and I love in the Wilde, and I didn't know *what* to expect from Lord Zvoltz's Fulcrux." She pauses again, considering, before she continues.

You say, "I think we can learn a lot about places from the Gods who embrace them, but we can also learn a lot from the people who are part of them. I found I adored Minister Xeii, who seemed really warm despite being a lucidian. Many were lovely and precise in their presentations of themselves, and they find harmony amongst one another by smoothing out rough edges."

Musing to herself, you say, "Like a river does to stone..."

After shaking her head a little bit, you say, "I'm sorry, I'm thinking through this answer as I say it! But it was unexpected, their Art, despite my every expectation."

You have emoted: Lief clasps her hands together, apparently satisfied with that last declaration - though not without visibly thinking it over first.

The air swirls with prismatic colour as a soft, insightful voice says, "You have seen something outside of what you knew. You have seen an essence different from what you are. What do you do with it, My dear?"

You have emoted: "I think," Lief says, musing aloud, "that it's inspired me to be braver. I want to know them better, to see how I fit into their view of everything. The Offering Song I wrote and performed earlier this month was far closer to my heart than the stories I've written before, and I was so happy to share that with people."

A soft, minty fragrance rises from the grasses by your feet, swirling about you and enveloping you.

Tears flow freely from your eyes as Maylea, Bloom of Serenity appoints you to Prism of Thought.

You have emoted: Lief sniffs at the air - not too obtrusively, she hopes - and brightens nearly like the clearness of the scent that envelops her.

You whisper, "Thank You, my Lady."

The air swirls with prismatic colour as a soft, insightful voice says, "In honour of those whose creche was the Continuum, I name you a Prism of Thought."

You have emoted: Lief clasps her hands together once more, her antlered head bowing in momentary contemplation of this.

Her lips twitching happily upward once more, you say, "I wear this naming with joy."

The air swirls with prismatic colour as a soft, insightful voice says, "I witness your walk with joy, dear one."

You have emoted: Lief flits happily above the flowers growing from the earth below.

The air swirls with prismatic colour as a soft, insightful voice says, "Do you have any thoughts or questions that you bring before Me? I have questioned you much today."

Brightening, a sparkle in her eye, you say, "Oh - maybe it might be silly and mortal and fleeting - but Millien thinks You might dislike her for how she thinks You are so very relateable, and not at all shock and awe like she thought a Divinity might be."

You say, "I told her I think You might like to hear that, and she protests You wouldn't like how...what did she say..." She pauses, considering. "How ... not divisive, not provocative, but she has very strong thoughts. And I told her I think You'd really appreciate that about her."

The air swirls with prismatic colour as a soft, insightful voice says, "Why would I dislike her for that? Elders and shards are apart in degree, not in kind. And even the smallest bloom adds her colour to the world. But perhaps she ought to speak with Me directly."

You have emoted: Lief claps her hands together merrily. "I will ask her to try," she beams. "She doesn't need to worship to appreciate just what insight You might have for her, I think, but she might be surprised by what she could learn."

Mischievously, you say, "She is my sister, too - of course I want to be right."

The air swirls with prismatic colour as a soft, insightful voice says, "I hope Mahin hasn't been scaring people again. She seems to think it funny."

You have emoted: Lief covers her grin with both her hands.

Innocently, you say, "Oh...it isn't my place to get her into trouble."

You have emoted: Lief stifles a giggle behind both her hands, then lowers them, beaming. "Thank You, my Lady. I wanted to ask about that. I don't want her to be troubled, and while respect is important, I don't want her to fear."

The air swirls with prismatic colour as a soft, insightful voice exclaims, "Whenever I come among you, many go quiet. But then I cannot hear your voices!"

You have emoted: Lief nods her head in vigorous agreement.

The air swirls with prismatic colour as a soft, insightful voice says, "I am glad that you have been aiding in the healing of the Seals, My dear. Kethuru's release would mean the silencing and destruction of much beauty in the world."

You have emoted: Lief's smile fades, and, troubled, she nods her head once more. "It's important to try," she insists. "I know I'm not as mighty as others are, but it's important not to leave it to others to do what we can try to do ourselves."

The air swirls with prismatic colour as a soft, insightful voice says, "There is something different about this cycle, however. And My heart trembles."

You have emoted: This gives Lief pause. Biting her lower lip in thought, her brow furrowing, she ventures, "Even Yours, my Lady?"
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it by the way her brow then sets.
You have emoted: Lief's hand-clasping turns a bit to wringing, as though anxious to do something
about it by the way her brow then sets.
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You have recovered balance on all limbs.
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The last vestiges of midnight shadows flee as Mother Night hides herself from the luminous arrival
of her shining mate as he chases her across the bowl of the sky.
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The air swirls with prismatic colour as a soft, insightful voice says, "The Primal Ones were born
before even I was, and I witnessed the birth of many an Elder in My days. Their thoughts are twisted,
 but ancient. And Their strength remains green. Do not underestimate Kethuru, My dear. But My hope
remains in the strength of the many shards who fan their sparks. You and those who walk with you.
And yet, the strength of the shards can also be bent to another will. This Ghani has grown, it seems.
"

You have emoted: "I suppose it was written nowhere that Ghani had died," Lief says slowly, forcing her hands apart only to tug at a lock of her short hair. "I was so surprised to learn of that legend's survival. It really *can't* bode well, and I just hope..." She swallows. "I just hope that even those whose minds are twisted beyond my understanding will join together with the rest of us in safeguarding this land. It's home to all of us."

The air swirls with prismatic colour as a soft, insightful voice says, "Yes, in all the spaces of the many worlds, there are few like Lusternia, and so the First Ones coveted it. Your strength is greater than Ours, My dear. The few remaining Elders, We are just few, but you are many. You are the future of Us."

You have emoted: Once more, Lief clasps her hands together, but this time, she cups them over her heart. "Of course we stand with You, and for You, my Lady," she says. Her lips twitch upward, though not without a bit of worry colouring her demeanor. "It *would* be a tragedy to lose all the beauty here. The beauty You've shaped for all of us to better see."

With a vigorous shake of her head, you say, "I won't allow it if I can do anything at all about it."

You feel a touch on your forehead, like the brushing of fingertips.

The air swirls with prismatic colour as a soft, insightful voice says, "Thank you for your visit, Lief."

The light shifts through the canopy overhead and moves across the forest floor in dappled streaks of gold.

You have emoted: Lief smiles softly, gazing out at the swirling air before her, all about her. "I'm so happy to visit. And thank You, my Lady. Every moment speaking with You feels enlightening."

The air swirls with prismatic colour as a soft, insightful voice says, "Your voice is bright and renewing to Me, My dear. May we speak again soon."

You have emoted: "I hope we will," Lief agrees, smiling a wide smile before bowing her antlered head again.