"...Take my hand if you trust me."

You take your clipboard in hand to write upon it.
You begin to write in your journal.
-=-=- L3 =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- INSERTING -=-=-=
1  > Juliary 15th, 582 CE:
2  >
->   I told Sibling Esei about me leaving yeste **this line has been halfway crossed out, only to have been left unfinished, as if the writer paused mid stroke.**
4  >
5  > yesterday. They... did not take it well. I feel awful. But I told them that I loved them, and that I would be there for them if they asked it. They told me to make it count. I will. I promise.
6  >
7  > Now I have to go to tea with Miss Afollia, which scared Dad so bad they started crying. I have to be careful, and be safe. I promised.
8  >
9  > When will my chest stop aching and burning? I do not know. But, it is why I must leave. It is not shadowfire that sits in my chest.
Finished writing for now, you close your volume.

The scent of wyrden plant life wafts past your nose, carried by a straying breeze.

You pet Muginn, the ghost-feathered crow ingratiatingly.
Muginn clicks his beak, his feathers ruffling as he blinks up at you with an uncharacteristically fond look in his eye.

Afollia tells you, "Tidings dear you are well I hope?"

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Spinner Afollia Ebonrose, the Wyrden Haruspex, "**an expanse of grey, black and brown swirls, only to stutter as if the mugwump finally registers your presence** Mm? Ah, as well as I can be. I have some tea and cups, yes, as you requested."

Afollia tells you, "Oh lovely, I wanted to see if you were bringing the tea like I asked."
Afollia tells you, "Thank you dear."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Spinner Afollia Ebonrose, the Wyrden Haruspex, "Of course, Miss Afollia."

You pet Muginn, the ghost-feathered crow ingratiatingly.
Muginn clicks his beak, his feathers ruffling as he blinks up at you with an uncharacteristically fond look in his eye.

You let loose a long breath from your lungs, exhaling slowly.
You catch a glimpse of a spider scurrying up the stone wall out of the corner of your eye.

Closing your eyes, you listen intently. Your frills twitch with idle curiousity.

Afollia tells you, "Oh! before it slips my mind, which flavor did you pick?"

Rich red clay comprises the body of this sturdy little bottle. The clay
has been shaped and moulded by hand, leaving distinctive smudge marks at
various points around the bottle. Rather inelegantly carved into the
jug's side are three small "X" marks, with the centre "X" being the
largest, bracketed by two smaller "X" marks. A small handle juts from
the side of the jug, added to the jug as an afterthought, with the seam
between bottle and handle clearly visible.
It has 68 months of usefulness left.
It weighs 12 ounce(s).
There is a teardrop sigil firmly attached.
It has been stamped with the seal of The Lunar Rose Bookbinding Cartel.
A calming meditation tea sloshes about in it.
It has the following aliases: bottle.

You take a drink of oolong tea from a heavy clay bottle.
The flowery tea awakens a passion within you.
You take a sip of this tea, immediately welcomed by the warmth and depth
of the oolong. A blend of lemon balm, sage, and lavender harmonizes into
a pleasant fusion with the leaves, mixing with other indistinct flavors.
Your karma falls to keep up the karmic blessing of death.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Spinner Afollia Ebonrose, the Wyrden Haruspex, "It is oolong, with lemon, sage, and lavender."

Afollia tells you, "Oh lovely choice."

The glittering mist around Muginn burns away, the moaning visages of the damned slowly seeping back into his coat.

You pet Muginn, the ghost-feathered crow ingratiatingly.
Muginn clicks his beak, his feathers ruffling as he blinks up at you with an uncharacteristically fond look in his eye.

Nymaane hisses sibilantly into the corner of your mind, "What's.. what's your favourite colour?"

Strange figures seem to coalesce and vanish within the darkness of the shadows just out of your range of sight.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Initiate Kalas Nymaane, of the Dark Faith, "Mm? Mm. It is dark green. Like moss on rich bark."

Nymaane hisses sibilantly into the corner of your mind, "Hmm. Favourite flower, then."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Initiate Kalas Nymaane, of the Dark Faith, "**a long, contemplative silence**."
Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Initiate Kalas Nymaane, of the Dark Faith, "I... do not know, no."

Nymaane hisses sibilantly into the corner of your mind, "Mm, a surprise, then."

An uneven thudding of heavy footsteps foretells the arrival of an ungainly yearling moose calf, who pauses with an elegant pink rose between his vast grinding-teeth. He looks disapprovingly at you for the hardship he has been forced to endure to bring it to you and drops it into your hands. With a loud bellow, he turns to lumber off with ungainly steps.

An uneven thudding of heavy footsteps foretells the arrival of an ungainly yearling moose calf, who pauses with a painting of A fork in the road between his vast grinding-teeth. He looks disapprovingly at you for the hardship he has been forced to endure to bring it to you and drops it into your hands. With a loud bellow, he turns to lumber off with ungainly steps.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Initiate Kalas Nymaane, of the Dark Faith, "There are so many to choose from, yes. I guess... poppies are nice? And so are- ah, thank you. Irises, and blue roses, and, well-."

You blink.

You tilt your head curiously at a painting of A fork in the road.

Separated into three panels, this rather large canvas boasts the colours
of a happier time, the hues bright and scintillating.
The first, and the smallest, panel hosts a small clearing within a
guarded forest. The low-hanging, weeping branches of what can only be
from a willow offers shade to the mossy floor as a few of the limp limbs
float steadily within the minute pond at its centre. In bright pearly
whites and pinkish mauves, a mugwump of axolotl descent sits in the
midst of the mossy and green terrain, the amphibian's form hunched over
as they gaze deeply into their reflection of the pool. Beside them,
their feathers frozen in a regal preening, is a ghostly crow. A faint
mist emits from the corvid's body, the light fog caressing the mugwump
as if they're wearing a mist-wreathed cloak. The words, "When it comes
to forks in the road," are etched in spidery script towards the bottom
of the panel.
The same willow can be found on the second panel, the other half of its
brown bark and bright green leaves cascading over the bright firmament.
The same mugwump from before is now standing, their corvid friend
flitting in the branches of the tree above. A splash of orange and white
of what appears to be a trill stands before them, their gaze fixated on
the mugwump with a kind and loving gaze whilst the purples and oceanic
shades of a lucidian appear behind the human-esque avian. Irises, roses,
and various other flowers poke up through the mossy floor and offer an
extra dash of bright colours to this segment. The words, "your heart
always knows the answer," are etched in spidery script towards the
bottom of the panel.
The final, and largest, panel hosts a forked road - the bright and
shining city of New Celest bordered by the verdent forest of the
Serenwilde lies on one side whilst the gloomy purple hues of the wyrden
forest of Glomdoring lies to the right. The pearly hues of the mugwump
is smack dab in the centre of the fork, a muted and unreadable
expression on their features. The shadowed road that leads to the Forest
of No Mercy is spotted with speckles of red, the outline of many
eight-legged creatures peering out from the darkness, seeming to beckon
and call to the small mugwump. To the left, however, are archangels and
devas, the ephemeral creatures reaching out to the female with extended
arms. The words, "not your mind." are etched in spidery script towards
the bottom of the panel.

You have emoted: Cheliyi holds a hand up to her mouth, tearing up.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Initiate Kalas Nymaane, of the Dark Faith, "**a sudden swirl of color, green and blue and brown** I... thank you. It's beautiful."

Nymaane hisses sibilantly into the corner of your mind, "I, ah.. had painted that after our talk, but never had a chance to deliver it."

You portal to Overgrowth.
This room has not been mapped.
A Gentle Grove.                                        (#OVERGROWTH_1)
The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. A quiet glen of gnarled weeping willows encase all sides, leaves swishing softly in an unseen breeze. Hung from many branches are small cicada and blossom origami, as if the willow trees themselves bear fruit. Twilight cloaks the area, blanketing all in a ghostly glow. Soft grasses and leaves crunch underfoot, the soothing smell of decaying flora and wet earth flooding the air with each step. Large, fluffy bats flutter overhead, oddly docile despite their inherent natures. Freshly planted, a small rowan sapling grows in a clear place of honor, lovingly tended to. There are plenty of spaces for rest, a soft patch of grass here, a plush expanse of moss there. Piled next to a rather large patch of moss sits a stack of letters, each paper clearly well loved. A small vase sits atop a mossy stump, practically bursting with flower cuttings, bringing a spot of bright color to an otherwise unremarkable sea of greens and browns. A large, fluffy crow's nest hangs from one of the many willows, full of shiny baubles and small bones of some poor rodent. The sound of a babbling brook seems to echo in the distance. Little else can be heard, save for the soft woosh of the entry portal. A thick bed of moss clings to the ground here. There are 3 moss-covered stump chairs here. A painting of Unwanted Silence is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall, with an inscription on a plaque on its frame. Perpetually ticking away the hours, the Enduring Clock of Present's Resolution stands proudly nearby. You see a sign here instructing you to use the PORTAL command to enter the aetherplex system.
There are no obvious exits.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Initiate Kalas Nymaane, of the Dark Faith, "It's... it's perfect. Thank you, truly. I'm going to go hang it in my manse right this second."

You place a painting of A fork in the road against the wall, raising it a little higher, then moving it a little to the left, and then lowering it a bit. After fussing at it for some time, you finally affixes it to the wall, exhibiting it for all to see.

Afollia tells you, "If you happen to be awake dear, you may meet me at the Master and we will travel to the webs."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Spinner Afollia Ebonrose, the Wyrden Haruspex, "Mm, I am on my way."

You think to yourself: **uncomfortable swirling, apprehension.**.

You portal to the Aetherplex Chamber.

You portal to the Portals of Glomdoring.

Before the Master Ravenwood Tree.
The dark heart of Glomdoring Forest is almost audibly beating in this, its shadowy centre. Tall, blackened trees surround this clearing, pressing together into an imposing barrier of rotten vegetation. Moulds and fungi are smeared across the plants, their pungent stench suffusing the forest. The branches are coated in dark slime, slick tendrils that hang downwards. Although a variety of trees might actually grow here, the black tar that coats them renders them indistinguishable. A thin black mist creeps between the trees, hanging low across the ground. The floor of the clearing itself is simply bare earth, cracked and dry. Overshadowing all is the Master Ravenwood Tree itself, jutting into the sky like a twisted fist. The sound of laughing crows echoes down from the treetops, a harsh sound for the ears below. The atmosphere vibrates with a palpable power. Brennan Stormcrow paces here, his cadaverous body twitching with sudden jerks. The Master Ravenwood Tree towers over everything here, pulsing with an immeasurable yet dark power. Casting darkness all around, a shadow totem thrusts up from the ground, chilling the air. There are 2 armoured bats here. A crudely crafted shrine of harsh black crystal stands here, thrumming powerfully. Splintered from the Master Ravenwood, a massive branch lies here, spiders crawling along its rotting wood. A giant bat hangs here, wings folded about its body and one beady eye open. There are 10 shadowlord widowriders here. There are 10 illithoid scourges here. There are 11 dark nighthags here. A black direwolf is here, blending in with the shadows. A platinum stocking has been hung here. A canvas backpack lies face-down here. Decorated with every brilliant hue of the rainbow, a cupcake rests here. Caught in preternatural stillness, glittering spiderweb streamers lace the area with wyrden beauty. Hanging down from a branch, a dark crystal shaped like a seven-pointed star beckons spirits to gather here. Emitting more shadow than light, a tenebrous lantern burns here with wyrden fervour. A mature rowan tree stands proudly here. There are 2 dusky brocade moths here. Leaping about after its shadow, a curious young kitten playfully wanders about here. A black widow spider with bat wings scuttles about here, clicking her mandibles together. Spinner Afollia Ebonrose, the Wyrden Haruspex is here. She wields a dark Font of thorny aspects in her left hand and a bleak violin of nightmarish revelations in her right hand.
You see a single exit leading north.

Afollia pets a black widow spider with bat wings ingratiatingly.
A black widow spider with bat wings scuttles away from Afollia.

You bow respectfully to Afollia.
You begin to follow Afollia.

You cease wielding a wyrden shield emblazoned with a night sky in your left hand.
You begin to wield a heavy clay bottle in your left hand.

The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across your lips.

Afollia smiles pleasantly with her black lips as she inclines her head in acknowledgement.

You cease wielding a putrid thornvine whip in your right hand.


Afollia extends a hand towards you, circlets of bruised skin visible upon her wrist, and speaks " Is everything prepared dear one? ".

You have emoted: Cheliyi opens her mouth to respond, only to frown. "I... yes, Miss Afollia. Would you... like a bandage? Your wrist looks like it hurts, yes."

You think to yourself: The letter... so it was not just poems.

A black widow spider with bat wings crouches low on the ground.

Afollia six eyes blink at once in your direction as she responds " The forests can be unkind when the situation calls for it dear. Will you take my hand and follow me ? ".

You have emoted: Cheliyi nods, taking Afollia hand gently, with clear care to avoid the bruises.
Afollia smiles pleasantly, her eyes filled with warmth as she speaks " Thank you for the attention, dear one, let us be off".

You follow Spinner Afollia Ebonrose, the Wyrden Haruspex west to before a web infested rock.
You follow Spinner Afollia Ebonrose, the Wyrden Haruspex in to promenade of roses.

Afollia steps down off of a black widow spider with bat wings.

You think to yourself: **the ache is stronger, her hand is real, why would she... no. focus.**.

You have emoted: Cheliyi blinks, looking around the room, only to frown.

You put your fingers in your mouth and let out a high-pitched whistle, then hope for the best.

You crease your brow in a frown.

You reach out through your bond with your beast and dismiss him, sending him back to the stables.
You reach out through your bond with Muginn, the ghost-feathered crow and summon him from the stables. You sense him answering your call.

Afollia gently dismount from her widow, performing a devoted reverence before the fountain within the center of the centennial gardens. She turns towards you, her hand clasped in yours as she speak " is everything alright dear ? ".

Absently, you say, "Apologies, Muginn seems to have lost track of us. He'll be on his way soon, yes. Please continue."

Muginn, the ghost-feathered crow trots in with head high, butting you gently with his head.

You have emoted: Cheliyi bows respectfully to the fountain, hand still clasped in Afollia's, her expression carefully neutral.
You pet Muginn, the ghost-feathered crow ingratiatingly.

Muginn clicks his beak, his feathers ruffling as he blinks up at you with an uncharacteristically fond look in his eye.

Afollia gently shakes her head as she entwines your words with her own " There is no rush beneath this blessed Night, take your time for a moment and let me know when you are ready. I would not want to make this uncomfortable".

You have emoted: Cheliyi exhales, smile faint. "I appreciate it, Miss Afollia. I am ready, now. As ready as I can be, I suppose."

Afollia six eyes brighten with delight " You find me content to hear it so dear, follow close now and let us stride togheter."

---> zoom through realm

You follow Spinner Afollia Ebonrose, the Wyrden Haruspex northeast to at crossroads before three paths.
You have emoted: Cheliyi follows close behind, expression curious.

Afollia closes her eyes for a moment, her lips motionless.

You have emoted: Cheliyi remains silent as she observes, her smile weakening ever so slightly.

Afollia eyes closed her voice lifts " It has been quite a long time since I had wished to take you to the gardens. It is a path not chosen, a road not travel. Did you ever have the pleasure by yourself dear? ".

You have emoted: Cheliyi shakes her head, gaze trailing across each pathway. "I did not wish to intrude, no. Only to visit Mister Akuuko, and even then, I was brief in my visits, yes."

At crossroads before three paths.
The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. A spacious clearing stretches out in all directions to form a large ring around the locale. Three paths lead away from the clearing in different directions, their routes twisting and turning as they meander towards and over the horizon. A heady fragrance of roses wafts in from the north where a series of gardens can be seen, delighting the senses with alluring scents. A deathly hush looms over the forbidding forest to the south-east, occasionally punctuated by a crow caw. A series of weird rustles can be heard from the south-west where gossamer silk threads of pure white stray over the pathway. Muginn, the ghost-feathered crow perches here, eyeing the area suspiciously. A black widow spider with bat wings scuttles about here, clicking her mandibles together. Spinner Afollia Ebonrose, the Wyrden Haruspex is here. She wields a dark Font of thorny aspects in her left hand and a bleak violin of nightmarish revelations in her right hand. There is an aetherways portal here.
You see exits leading north, southeast, and southwest.

Afollia black lips smile with kindness as her six eyes open with warmth within. " I do recall that, it may not be what I had hoped. However, you find me glad all the same that we were able to stand here together. You truly would have bloomed with beauty in Her garden."
Dark light flickers in Afollia's eyes as shadows dance at her feet, rising up as if to briefly shroud her from the world.

You have emoted: Cheliyi glances away, and hums noncommittally. "I am thankful for your compliment, Miss Afollia. Still, I am afraid I am not the right kind of seedling for Her garden, no." Her neutral smile finally slips into a deep frown. "I am sorry to disappoint."

Afollia releases your hand as she turns towards you this time, facing you properly her hands folded upon her waist. Her kind eyes fixate upon you as she speaks " You have been through much since we last had time to speak, I will not return on the past. This coming Night we will spend together to find answers. Some perhaps you do not wish to hear, others that you may fear." She straightens slightly " You may not like everything you see, but you will be able to speak as you desire. Do you still wish to follow me within the heart of my web young one? ".

Afollia eyes lit up with veiled amusement as she quickly responds " Oh I am very aware dear, that does not mean I do not treasure moments spent with those i care about." Gesturing towards you she speaks " You would not find fault in that would you dear? ".

You have emoted: Cheliyi frowns deeper, glancing down at Muginn, the ghost-feathered crow. Something in her expression softens, and then hardens, perhaps resolve. "No, I would not find fault in it, Miss Afollia. And... I may as well, as I have come this far. It must all count for something, yes?" She ends, her smile suddenly bitter and wry.

Afollia smiles pleasantly as she responds " I certainly hope so dear one" extending her hand once more she continues " Take my hand once more and let us evanesce to the Maelstrom itelf, I sense it is near."

You have emoted: Cheliyi takes Afollia's hand, smile shifting into neutrality once more.

You follow Spinner Afollia Ebonrose, the Wyrden Haruspex to The captain's deck beyond the access connector.

The ever-present sense of your heartbeat thrums, beating to the rhythmic pulse of the Drums of the Dead.

You follow Spinner Afollia Ebonrose, the Wyrden Haruspex south to The station crossroads upon the crystal staircase.

Afollia halts before an odd handle-less door then speaks " You may be shocked a bit within, it is a nest for my beloved Venomia and she can be a bit...all over the place. Watch your step and hold your breath, the smell is a bit powerful."

Afollia opens the pine door to the in.

You follow Spinner Afollia Ebonrose, the Wyrden Haruspex in to The parlour of the mistress.

Afollia closes the pine door to the out.

You have emoted: Cheliyi follows suit, her frills flared and attentive as she initially holds her breath.

The parlour of the mistress.
Glancing about, your gaze is arrested by walls of flesh that rise from your surroundings; each covered in a translucent film of blood. They quiver to the beat of the Maelstrom's heart, a resonance that echoes within the depths of your soul. Surrounded by the grim cavities of it's body in every direction but one their hungry depths beckoning you forward. Upon the north-west archway is fixated a black reinforced door, bolted clamps woven into the algontherine's wounded flesh; a seal from what lays beyond. The floor itself is a crafted from scarlet ooze that drips below a gossamer lattice of white filament. The tangle of complex fibers, sticky & squishy below each step, covers the entire surface in various states of decay. It's fresh threads draping down from the ceiling far above as they lay upon to the nest below. A glowing light draws your gaze to the western side towards an expansive ancient ravenwood shrine. The altar itself rises three feet in height, draped reverently with a stygian shawl, as it bears it's burden : a small platinum burner fashioned in the shape of a black rose upon which thrones a vibrant shadowflame. Upon a white filament dangles a sketch of a bumblebee, swaying to and fro at life's grasp, as the hunger of the rose's incandescent tongue threatens to consume it. Your gaze climbs upwards the spider's thread towards a web of illusionary moments woven into a series of circles around an ancient merian dialect carved into the moist wall. For a mere moment, a crystal clear vision of a young blue-eyed merian girl scribing dutifully in a sinister black tome guided by the Mistress of Night comes into being upon the center's silvered scar; surrounded by wicked fae in a hall of conquering darkness. Flickers distract you once more and draw you towards a beautiful bay window in the east, displaying the unnatural panorama of Aetherspace. It's transparent membrane formed around the framework of pulsating veins serving as a barrier against the vacuum of the void. It's existence permits light to pour within the room. A glowing, alien pulse feeding the seething shadows that threaten to submerge the sight from your eyes. A length of iron chain, forged with a measure of wicked thorns and dotted in silk roses, bears the weight of a swing, swaying gently here. Soft black velvet covers this low-lying couch, its plump cushions appearing quite inviting. A beautiful set of silvery webbed drapes hangs here. A tapestry embellished with crows is hung here, their mighty forms captured flawlessly. A spherical chandelier of myriad rose blossoms wrought in shadowy gemstones and iron hangs low in the room, the petals sending prism points of twinkling light across every surface. Muginn, the ghost-feathered crow perches here, eyeing the area suspiciously. A black widow spider with bat wings scuttles about here, clicking her mandibles together. Spinner Afollia Ebonrose, the Wyrden Haruspex is here. She wields a dark Font of thorny aspects in her left hand and a bleak violin of nightmarish revelations in her right hand.
You see exits leading north, southeast, southwest, west, northwest (closed door), down, and out (closed door).

Afollia guides you within, taking care over the squirming shapes below the web and seats herself upon the swing of thorns and roses. " Take a seat when you are ready dear and speak if you have questions, the air does feel a bit better after a time. I fear the smell never truly leaves however."

Afollia sits herself down on an iron swing of thorns and roses and makes herself comfortable.

Muginn ruffles his feathers, stirring up puffs of fog.

Afollia gently caresses the red hourglass of her Venomia. The widow of Ebonrose skitters to one of the squirming bundles and quickly races off to the northern alcove, disappearing within the darkness.
A black widow spider with bat wings scuttles sideways off to the north.

You have emoted: Cheliyi blinks slowly. Her gaze slips up to the altar, and then, the sketch of a bumblebee. For a moment, it narrows, and then relaxes with a sigh. She pulls back a chair with care, and sits down. With little hesitation, she pulls out two cups, dark and elegant, setting them on the table. The mugwump glances after the widow and smile faintly with amusement, before pouring the tea.
You pour a calming meditation tea from a heavy clay bottle into a dark, elegant tea cup.
You pour a calming meditation tea from a heavy clay bottle into a dark, elegant tea cup.

You give a dark, elegant tea cup to Spinner Afollia Ebonrose, the Wyrden Haruspex.
You begin to wield a dark, elegant tea cup in your right hand.

You cease wielding a heavy clay bottle in your left hand.

Muginn, the ghost-feathered crow ponders the room thoughtfully, and settles down at your side, ever watchful.

Cupping the teacup in her hands, you ask, "Is there a reason why you feel fond of me?"

You think to yourself: **swirling black and grey, your movements almost mechanical as your chest feels nothing but hollow.**.

Afollia gestures towards Muginn as she adresses you " There is room for him in the northern alcove if he would like a little private time. I can assure you my venomia delights in playing with K'ian Doim's children. " she takes the cup from your hands. With a swirl of her own making, a small table of obsidian stone forms within the center between us. Your question reaching her ears, she adresses you once more after laying the cup upon the table " Is there a reason I should not dear ? " Reaching from her pack she extract two cookies from beyond your sight " Will you be taking the Widow or the Heart ? I have made pastries of each ".

Afollia six eyes blink with disturbing symmetry as they focus upon you, curiosity present within their swirling wyrden energies.

Muginn, the ghost-feathered crow seems to consider Afollia's words, only to shake his head, and settle down resolutely.

Afollia spares a small smile towards Muginn as she whispers in his direction " You are most welcome to stay amongst us Little feather."
Afollia gently sips her tea as her gaze returns upon the Pebble in the Pond.

You have emoted: Cheliyi sips at her cup, and glances at the pastries offered. "The Heart, please," she responds, finally. Setting her cup back on the table, she waits patiently for the offered pastry, her hands politely kept in her lap. "And I do not know. Peoples are complicated. As I have repeatedly discovered."

You think to yourself: **a hollow ache, pulsing in your chest like a week old burn**.

You take a drink of oolong tea from a dark, elegant tea cup.
The flowery tea awakens a passion within you.
You take a sip of this tea, immediately welcomed by the warmth and depth
of the oolong. A blend of lemon balm, sage, and lavender harmonizes into
a pleasant fusion with the leaves, mixing with other indistinct flavors.

Afollia gently extract the left half of a broken heart baked in friendship. She places it before your eyes upon the table " Here you are dear, I shall nibble upon the widow myself."

Afollia gives a friendship cookie bearing the left half of a heart to you.

---> p cookie

A buttery shortbread cookie intended to be shared has been broken in
half here, with the left side of a heart-shaped thumbprint more or less
evenly split down the middle. This half of the heart is filled with
sweet pineapple jam in a shade of bright yellow, though traces of vivid
orange along the broken edge indicate the other half to be filled with
papaya jam instead.
It has 1 months of usefulness left.
It is strangely weightless.
It has a trade valuation of worthless.
It bears the distinctive mark of Spinner Afollia Ebonrose, the Wyrden Haruspex.
It has the following aliases: cookie.

You have emoted: Cheliyi takes the pastry, biting off the edge and chewing thoughtfully.

You tentatively stick out your tongue and lick a friendship cookie bearing the left half of a heart.
You pluck a tiny crumb from the broken edge of the cookie and pop it in your mouth. It tastes of buttery, but otherwise plain shortbread.
It can be said to be filling.

Afollia eyes blink once more as she considers your words " Please do enjoy your half of a broken heart dear, I took quite a bit of time to do my best for you and do go on with your words. Did something happen ? Last I remember you were quite happy at the festival."

The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across your lips.
Softly, you say, "Thank you, yes. And... I suppose you could say things occurred. I was made less blind, I think."
You have emoted: Cheliyi continues to take small bites from the pastry, humming pleasantly. She stops at about a third of the cookie, and returns to her tea.

Afollia gestures towards the shrine in the room, a picture of a bumblebee dangling above a shadowflame. Her voice rises in response to yours " Indeed dear one ? Please share what you perceived with your newfound sight. You looked quite intently upon my shrine when you stepped within; think not that it escaped my attention."

You have emoted: Cheliyi's smile grows thin, and she exhales softly. "I have learned, properly this time, that Glomdoring is the Forest of No Mercy, yes. And that I would need to cut out my own to survive."

You think to yourself: **pulsing black, you hate it you hate it you hate it**.

Muginn, the ghost-feathered crow nudges you with his beak, who softens, and begins to stroke him along his head-feathers.

Afollia blinks with her eyes all at once, a puzzled look in her face " I am afraid, dear one, that I do not see what is so striking to you. However dear, evading my question is quite rude. Would you be so kind as to indulge my kindness ? ".

Muginn shakes out his feathers, the plumes suddenly glowing with an ethereal haze. Ripples of mist pool at his talons, writhing with silent, screaming faces that leave hoar-frost in their wake.

Afollia smiles sweetly towards Muginn " Yes Little feather, people are so very complicated. I am glad you did not stay from your mistress's side. ".
Afollia flicks her eyes back upon you, curiosity swirling within her wyrden depths as she waits patiently.

Muginn, the ghost-feathered crow preens his feathers, puffing up at the praise.

Slowly, you say, "People I trusted have hurt the peoples I care about. Repeatedly. And while it makes sense that I cannot always protect them, what does -not- make sense is that it was done by peoples who were encouraged, and told to do so by the Wyrd."
You have emoted: Cheliyi's gaze narrows, twisting up into a sudden, unfamiliar expression, the rage playing so clearly across the mugwump's face. She exhales, and the expression fades, replaced by a hint of hurt. "Including you, Miss Afollia. So, I find it a bit... upsetting, to see a bumblebee upon the altar in your home, since I know it often represents my Dad."

You take a drink of oolong tea from a heavy clay bottle.

You think to yourself: **the ache, burning through the hollow like rekindled ash**.

Quietly, you say, "I promised to never hurt my family, if I could help it. And it seems the Wyrd would rather that be, instead, to me. If they are not of Glomdoring, they do not matter, and can be used. But I do not want to be that. Even if it makes me weak."

Afollia eyes sparkle with veiled amusement as she listens to your words; one black finger swirling in her tea of tranquility " The Wyrd rarely speaks directly to people, dear one,...or at least when it does it is often too late. I suppose I understand your, reservation, but I fear you do not see what lies before your eyes." gesturing towards the shrine she begins " Do you not wonder why the bumblebee has yet to blacken to crisp ? You should remember well the heat of the shadowflame."

You have emoted: Cheliyi's eyebrow twitches, and she silences her frown with another sip of tea. "Because Dad has a 'chance' to come home. I am aware. I also see how it eats at them every day, like the very fire you claim does not burn them. But, I am getting ahead of my words, and they are perhaps foolish, as they always are. What is it you wish to say?"

Afollia decant her head slightly to the left, an odd gesture. All six of her eyes close with unexpected briskness, her black lips pronounce a single word " ...Akuuko..."

You have emoted: Cheliyi visibly twitches.
You glance askance.
You have emoted: Cheliyi's anger seemingly wooshes out of her body, the mugwump deflating. "What about Mister Akuuko?"

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters has entered the realm of Lusternia.

Afollia eyes remain closed but her lips move all the same " What does that mean to you dear one ? ". Her finger stills within the tea, her body growing still.

The melodious voice of Tridemon resonates in your mind, "Had your meeting yet?"

Faintly, you say, "What does it mean? Mister Akuuko is..."

You purse your lips pensively, gazing off into the distance as you carefully gather your thoughts.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters, "**a sense of affirmation, along with the scuttling of spiders, but too distracted to give a verbal reply**."

You think to yourself: **red and purple, it burns and steals your breath-**.

Softer, suddenly unsure, you say, "He is a dracnari that my Dad and Mixter Aschwar care about very much. And he says he is happy here. But he is also scared. And well. He scares me, though it is no fault of his."
You have emoted: Cheliyi sips at her tea, glancing away.

Afollia waits patiently, her lips moving with a silent voice, remaining still. Her chevelure begins to lift behind the swing, woven into the many threads by the children that nest within her nape as her focus never wavers from your present; ever patient.

Afollia lips cease their silent words and she responds " Why does Akuuko shake your heart dear one ? You were woven within the web with care and attention for your heart. You matter.". The children continue to weave her opaque needles deeper within her web as the sounds of her words reach your ears.

You glance askance.
You have emoted: Cheliyi hesitantly offers her hand, still not meeting Afollia's gaze.

Afollia eyes open all at once as the children swarm beneath the rose that blooms beneath the nape of her neck. Something more swirls within them, her golden-brown fingers mix with your own and she holds your hand with tender care. " Hope, dear one, should never vanish from your heart; but do not be blinded by your sight. Imagine the fate of the bumblebee if that thread had not been woven to hold his picture above the flame. Do you wish to see where it comes from? ".

Quietly, you say, "If I may, I will answer your question first."

Afollia inclines her head in kindness " It is appreciated dear."

You have emoted: Cheliyi closes her eyes, her brow furrowing.

The melodious voice of Tridemon resonates in your mind, "Mm... Let me know if you need me to come get you, aye?"

The glittering mist around Muginn burns away, the moaning visages of the damned slowly seeping back into his coat.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Spinner Afollia Ebonrose, the Wyrden Haruspex, "**at first there is hesitance, as Cheliyi opens up her mind to yours, the vines and roots that link her being together pulsing in a dull haze. Then, a series of images flash by, hazy as a cloud of smoke. Smiling faces, warmth and joy, and an oddly familiar mansion on a nearby hill, mugwumps with similar features to the one before you. Suddenly, it is night, and there is a cacophony of screams and noise, flashing by in an instant. Your lungs grow heavy and burn as you flash to a scene where the looming canopy grows ever near, safety, safety, but then there is a flash of purple scales and cruel snarl.**."

You crease your brow in a frown.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Spinner Afollia Ebonrose, the Wyrden Haruspex, "**Red splatters everywhere, drunk hungrily by the grass and you are unceremoniously shoved inside a tree with a gaping maw, and the voices rise and rise and everything is too loud until the shrill screams are silenced. You stay deadly still, and tremors wrack your body as you hide, hide hide, but it is no use, and your world is suddenly bright and burning and you can't breathe and-**."

You have emoted: Cheliyi exhales sharply, and pulls her hand back.
Faint tremors shaking her hands as she puts them in her lap, you say, "So. That is why."
Seemingly steeling herself, you say, "It is no fault of his."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters, "**faint acknowledgement, a pulse of green, though it trembles uncertainly.** I will."

Afollia six eyes blink at once with disquieting precision and she focuses upon you once more " and who's memories did you share, dear one ? ".

Glancing away, you say, "They... are. Well. It is a recurring nightmare, I have had, every time I try to sleep. My siblings used to keep it away, but... well."
Her frills twitching as she centers herself, you say, "They were quiet for quite some time."
You have emoted: Cheliyi's hands ghost over the discolored skin around her eyes, lips pursing.

Dark light flickers in Afollia's eyes as shadows dance at her feet, rising up as if to briefly shroud her from the world.
Afollia exhales softly as she speaks " On Akuuko, dear one, as I am certain others have shared with you before. He is beloved of the forest, there was no pain or hurt. He finds joy in his being present and may leave should he feel the need to." Her six eyes close, yet she continues to speak " On nightmares, do you believe you are the only one to feel them vividly? ". Her Spinner of Webs sighs softly " It is unpleasantly....and truly terrifying at times, but you must not let yourself be overcome. You presence was worryingly in mine as well dear."

Afollia gestures towards you as she entwines her own words " What do you desire dear one ? I am here to help."

You think to yourself: **for a moment, it feels like the fountain once more, and Afollia just wants to help, but-**
You think to yourself No.

You have emoted: Cheliyi's frown weakens, for a moment, and she almost looks to you with wide pleading eyes, only to pause, and glance away. Eventually, she says, "I am glad he is fine, then. He told me of a second punishment, which does sound painful, but he called me weird for worrying. And, I am sure many have vivid nightmares, yes. I do not think the ... the dracnari in my dreams was Akuuko, no." She leans back in her seat, seemingly avoiding your gesture. "But I cannot help my instincts. I am still polite, and I did go to visit him nonetheless. He is a kind person. Still, I am inclined to believe the dreams are my memories, from a long time ago. Before the Portal."
You have emoted: Cheliyi's frown softens, and she adds, "I am sorry to have caused you such stress. But what I want... is not available in Her garden, because it is for the weak."
You have emoted: Cheliyi's tail curls at her feet, the mugwump subconsciously diminishing her presence.

You think to yourself: **even if you hate her, you must remember kindness. but do not forget the wrongs.**.

Afollia sighs softly as she responds to your words with her own " and what is the weakness dear ? " Her eyes flickering open, as her hands tend the many children upon the webs below, gazing upon you with a twinge of sadness and love.

You have emoted: Cheliyi watches Afollia for a long moment, the mugwump's gaze tracing her features. She seems to be searching for something, and sighs.
Fainter, you say, "To be loved. Without condition. There is love in Glomdoring, I know. But it is always held above your head. Never certain. To be kind, to want to love, even outside of Glomdoring, well. It is the Forest of No Mercy. I want mercy, and I will not find it here, no matter how much I blind myself."

Afollia gets up off an iron swing of thorns and roses.
Afollia rises from her seat, the threads binding her hair rising with her as she stands from the swing. Turning towards you she speaks with tender care " I feel the time for words has passed dear one, would you travel with me one more time ? As I said before dear, not all things are visible to sight." She extend a hand towards your trembling form.

You have emoted: Cheliyi exhales, moving to stand. She takes the offered hand wordlessly, her tremors coming to a halt as her shoulders set. Despite her diminutive size, she almost looks intimidating, but only almost.

Muginn, the ghost-feathered crow rises with his companion, hopping atop her shoulder with a few, silent flaps of his wings. He perches there, vigilant, as Cheliyi does not seem to mind the intrusion.

Afollia eyes sparkle with veiled amusement as the comparison in size. She speaks in a soft voice " well done dear, you are not weak for wishing to enact mercy. But follow me for now, I will show you something I hope will help. Even if I would be one more to miss you dearly if you depart, never mistake my time spent for you for anything but toils for your happiness." Gently enclosing her hand into yours she guides you towards the south eastern wall and lays a hand upon it.

You have emoted: Cheliyi's frown twists into confusion, but it smooths out soon enough. She follows wordlessly behind, intent on observing.

You think to yourself: Does she mean it?

Afollia hand remains upon it for a few moments longer, the wall of flesh shimmering and changing and a sudden gust of refreshingly pure air blows in from beyond. Turning towards you, one hand tenderly caressing your cheek she speaks " Do you believe you can be trusted dear or should I fear for your integrity? ".

You blink incredulously at Afollia.
Seriously, you say, "I followed Lord Nocht. I would not betray integrity, no."

Afollia six eyes focus upon your form, as she awaits your answer.

You think to yourself: **the words weighing on your heart, you do not lie.**.

Afollia black lips smiles pleasantly as she responds " Very well, before we step forth within the hall of the black rose. Know this, you will honor His silence for everything within. I will be very disappointed in you should you ever speak."

You have emoted: Cheliyi nods. "I do not lie. Nor will I speak."

Afollia gestures beyond in the refreshing breeze of the darkness that lies within as she entwines your words " I am glad dear, I worry greatly for these dreams of yours and I suspect they may not be all that you realise. In all my centuries of existence, none of the fate-touched have ever recovered their memories." a soft sigh escapes her lips as she continues " I fear something greater then either of us may be manipulating your thoughts, you do much to nurture and grow the world, Her blessed garden included. I would be sad to see your efforts wasted by some unsightly manipulative soul."

Muginn shakes out his feathers, the plumes suddenly glowing with an ethereal haze. Ripples of mist pool at his talons, writhing with silent, screaming faces that leave hoar-frost in their wake.

Afollia smiles pleasantly as she finishes, a little smile shared in Muginn's direction, " You are a pebble in the pond, now let us discover the meaning."

You have emoted: Cheliyi frowns, but nods.

Afollia gently tugs on your hand and leads you within the white hall beyond.

You follow Spinner Afollia Ebonrose, the Wyrden Haruspex southeast to White hall of the black rose.

You think to yourself: ... Dad remembered his past. And so did Miss Aleyah, and...

White hall of the black rose.
From the northwestern archway, flesh and blood part to reveal a multi-threaded hall of soft white silken filaments with a black floor. To the south-west lies a door, a small cabinet and a pedestal. The walls lining the path are featureless and opaque beautiful in their simplicity. The ceiling itself bears artfully woven baskets of glistening black roses; shimmering with wyrden beauty. Emanating a delight for your senses and sights every few feet, they beckon the onlooker forward deeper within the hallway itself. However, a quick movement at the edge of your vision draws your eyes upon the reflective ebony pathway; intact and pristinely maintained at first glance. Upon laying a step on its surface, however, the translucent webbings below are revealed and thousands of miniature black shelled arachnids skitter away to grant you passage. The "floor" itself swarming between the multitude of filaments to follow your step upon the webs. Chittering sounds accompanying the rest of your examination, a black steel door adorned with a Newmoon looming ominously in the distance. Three crows loom menacingly from atop this ornately carved ravenwood cabinet. A pedestal stands proudly here, held aloft by a trio of veiled slaugh. Muginn, the ghost-feathered crow perches here, eyeing the area suspiciously. Spinner Afollia Ebonrose, the Wyrden Haruspex is here. She wields a dark Font of thorny aspects in her left hand and a bleak violin of nightmarish revelations in her right hand.
You see exits leading southwest (closed door) and northwest.

You suddenly scoop up a pedestal borne by veiled, naked slaugh.
You blink.

Afollia peers at you unscrupulously.

You drop a pedestal borne by veiled, naked slaugh.

Afollia's eyes sparkle with amusement.

You rub a jewelled bracelet of the Three of Night and it begins to glow with a pulsating light.
You allow the charm of Acquisitio to leave you and are no longer gripped by an unnatural need to accumulate things.

You blush furiously.

Spinner Afollia Ebonrose, the Wyrden Haruspex says, "I'll have to remember to add weight to that, thank you dear."

You glance askance.
You have emoted: Cheliyi nods.

Muginn ruffles his feathers, stirring up puffs of fog.

Afollia holds you back for a moment as she speaks " Watch your step dear, the children are fiercely protective. Hold my hand and follow me carefully."

You have emoted: Cheliyi follows Afollia's steps with great care, gaze without fear despite the clear peril.

Afollia gently squeezes your hand with tender care and guide you forward, each step parting the swarming children below until we both reach the door.

You think to yourself: **a quiet ache, why is she being so kind?**.
You think to yourself: **is she being the spider?**.
You think to yourself: **am I the fly?**.

Afollia gestures towards the massive black iron door standing below the archway for a moment, her eyes flickering towards you " What lies beyond is a hallowed abode, are you familiar with purification rites dear?"

You have emoted: Cheliyi shakes her head. Quietly, she adds, "I have never been to a hallowed area, no. At least, not one with rites."

Afollia inclines her head in acknowledgement and opens the cupboard. Her Spinner of Webs withdraws two leaves of desert sage, a firestick and a small bowl. Her six eyes symetrically blink as one, the black rose on her nape pulsing with wyrden energies, as she hands you a single leaf of the purification herb.

You cease wielding a dark, elegant tea cup in your right hand.

Afollia gives a sage branch to you.

You begin to wield a sage branch in your left hand.
You have emoted: Cheliyi glances warily at the branch, and then nods to Afollia.

Afollia black lips smile gently as she responds " Take care with the leaf you hold, it is of pristine quality.". Her Spinner of Webs places the small bowl upon the slaugh pedestral and beckons you closer. Holding the fire stick in one her, the leaf in the other.

You have emoted: Cheliyi follows Afollia's instructions, stepping closer.

Afollia eyes sparkle with veiled amusement as she speaks fills the hall with a quiet voice " This next part will take something important, dear one." laying a hand upon her heart she responds " Fayth, in the Goddess Viravain's unending love for Her children and all who care for Her beautiful garden". Holding silent for a moment, she closes her eyes and speaks " Pray to the Mistress of the Webs as young ground the sage in your palm, if your heart is true to see what lies beyond and release the nightmares that plague you, you will be heard." Her Spinner of the Webs does so as she speaks, praying with silent determination. " Then sprinkle the remnants of the leaf within the bowl." ...and she sprinkles the remnants.

It is now the 19th of Juliary, 582 years after the Coming of Estarra.

You think to yourself: **bitterly** have faith?

You have emoted: Cheliyi exhales, her brow furrowing. She seems to concentrate, and grinds the sage in her palm carefully, finally placing it in the bowl.

You think to yourself: Lady Viravain, I do believe that You love all of those in Your garden. I... do not think my dreams are false memories, but if they are, may my heart be true to see the truth.

You have emoted: Cheliyi opens her eyes, resolute.
Softly, you say, "I have done so. Next?"

Afollia black lips part in a pleasant smile as she turns " very well done dear", she scratches the firestick upon the beak of a gemstone crow and lights the sage on fire. A pleasure and incredibly pure aroma diffuses from the sage in the bowl. The air seemingly lifting and beckoning of tranquil moments past.

Afollia gestures towards Cheliyi as she lifts the stick " Breath dear and release yourself, feel Her power within yourself. You will sense if your words ring true."

You have emoted: Cheliyi watches the smoke with a frown, and breathes in deep. Her eyes close, and she exhales softly, the hazy cloud slipping past her lips once more.

Afollia sighs softly as she relaxes for a moment and gazes towards cheliyi with warmth her voice lifting " When you are ready dear one, speak and we will move forward."

You think to yourself: **the urge to sneeze and cough, tamped down**.

The ominous booming of the shadowbeat echoes faintly from a three-finger ring bearing an amethyst scythe on Afollia's hand, and her eyes flicker with wyrden flames.

You think to yourself: **a haze, and yet... you only feel surety. You do not lie.**.
Opening her eyes, you say, "I am ready."

Afollia smiling for a moment, her eyes close as her expression suddenly turns serious " Step back dear one, this is rarely pleasant."

You have emoted: Cheliyi steps back, gaze narrowing as she waits.

The haze from the lit smudge sticks hangs low to the ground, revealing the thousands of spiders that have crawled forward from the shadows, all watching, immobile as statues.

You have emoted: Cheliyi glances at the thousands of Her children, while Muginn's feathers flare up in surprise.

Afollia turns towards the iron-bound door as she lays her hand upon the New Moon carved handle. Her filament woven hair lifts and her eyes close as she shimmers and glows with wild wyrden energies. Her form vibrating with unexpected energies that belie her slender frame. The door itself glows with starlit energies as she handle suddenly melts within. A sharp cutting sound is heard and all of the needles that compose Her spinner of web's chevelure falls back upon the ground. Each a filament that returns to the many threads of her web in the maelstrom itself...and the door swings open.

Afollia opens the steel door to the southwest.

Muginn ruffles his feathers, stirring up puffs of fog.

You have emoted: Cheliyi watches Afollia with wide eyes, mouth opening, then closing soundlessly.

Afollia extends a hand towards Cheliyi once more as she speaks " Will you trust me within and seek the purity to banish your nightmares? Take my hand dear one, I believe in you."

You have emoted: Cheliyi frowns uncertainly, her other hand reaching up to ghost across her chest. She glances down at the sea of arachnids, and sighs. With a solemn nod, she takes Afollia's hand. "Let us see, yes. I will trust you in this."

You think to yourself: But nothing else.

Afollia smiles pleasantly and guides you within the hallowed abode beyond. " Let us cross the threshold of what lies within then, dear one."

You follow Spinner Afollia Ebonrose, the Wyrden Haruspex southwest to Adobe of faeric dreams.

Afollia closes the steel door to the northeast.

You have emoted: Cheliyi's eyes widen, mouth parting in shock. "... They are both..."

Afollia performs a small devoted reverence towards the fount of Faeric Dreams that lies within the center of the room. The door closing with disquieting silence behind the two of us. Her six eyes gaze towards you for a moment, watching you carefully as she speaks " Close your eyes if you need to dear one, this is a hallowed place. None shall ever harm you here."

You have emoted: Cheliyi moves to step closer to the suspended fount, expression soft. "Where... how...? They sound so young."

Afollia lays a hand upon your shoulder, holding you back for a moment as she speaks " Step no further dear, the mists beyond do not take kindly to those that disturb the sanctity without reason."

Dark light flickers in Afollia's eyes as shadows dance at her feet, rising up as if to briefly shroud her from the world.

You have emoted: Cheliyi does not even seem to notice the flames, entranced by the [REDACTED], She moves no further, her head tilting as she simply stares. "It... it is beautiful."

You think to yourself: **a sudden ache, longing, could [REDACTED]**.
You think to yourself: **no. the world is too different, too gone.**.

Quieter, you ask, "Why show me this?"

Afollia sighs softly at the ancient fount beyond as she speaks in a quiet voice " Take your time to acclimate yourself dear one and remember, as I spoke earlier. One's sight rarely sees all that lies within our reach..." Gesturing towards the fount of faeric dreams she reponds to your questions " Because, dear one, you deserve peace of mind as well and the balance of hope in your heart. Take your time to drink the beauty of it's serenity, then we will tend to your nightmares if you wish it."

You think to yourself: **a sudden bitterness, holding it close to your heart, hope -hurts-, just be content with what you have**.

You have emoted: Cheliyi sighs, glancing away. Eventually, she says, "My nightmares are just what they are. I hope they are truly just dreams. But if not for the burns on my face and hands, and the fear I have always felt... I would not be surprised if they are the truth." Her gaze trails the numerous candles. "Other peoples have remembered their past selves, as rare as it is. But... it does not matter, because it is not me. I am me, and I am now. I must simply live in the body that was once hers, and deal with her history."

You have emoted: Cheliyi softens. "But... thank you. For wanting to help. I cannot help but feel confused, when you are kind to me, and tried to -eat- my father. It is a mixed message," she ends, tone dry.

Afollia smiles softly as she speaks " Indeed dear, you are yourself. But also remember something important, all that cross the portal of fate do so in search of a better life do so of their own freewill." Sighing softly, she responds " It is not as confusing as it may seem dear, believe it or not. It is salvation I granted your father, not misery." a sparkle of amusement in her eyes as she finishes " Delightful though kepheran carrion might be, as a certain beloved Crek might remind me rightfully so. I cherished your father's presence until he acted against the will of the Mistress Herself." sighing softly she continues " Intent is not the same as an act dear, perspective matters."

Afollia ponders thoughtfully " I believe I remember spraying him with rainbows that peculiar month, though it is fairly long ago." gesturing towards the distance she speaks " As I told you the day I prophesied you would follow in his footsteps, do you remember how hurt you were the day he left? ".

Afollia gently shakes her head as she continues " I do not seek to hold you against your will, make no mistake. Just as Akuuko himself, you are free to depart dear. However, do so for the right reasons. Many threads will be severed if you turn away from salvation this month. I stand here before you a hand extended in friendship, risking your presence in such a hallowed abode because you deserve happiness dear."

The sweet scent of roses emanates from Afollia as she listens to something only she can hear, thin rivulets of blood dripping from where the thorns of the wreath press into her brow.


You have emoted: Cheliyi blinks slowly, staring intently at Afollia. Her brow creases in confusion, her mouth working soundlessly until she finds her voice. "I was hurt, yes. But not because of them. It hurt that they -had- to leave, it hurt that my siblings were silent, and it hurt that my only friend at the time was cast out for-" she abruptly shuts her mouth, her voice having risen above a whisper. Pained, she seems to hold her breath for a count, and she waves a hand. "Perhaps it was liberation, for them. But it still hurt. It hurt, so much. For them as well as me. But, I apologize, I am getting beyond my point. I do not wish to leave with severed threads. I am simply cutting my roots to grow better, because I feel like I am in pain here, every day. I almost tried to -eat- the peoples I care about. I cannot... I am not -strong- enough to be Wyrden. Not yet."



The melodious voice of Tridemon resonates in your mind, "Still okay?"

Afollia gazes with care and tenderness towards you as she speaks " Dear, your father lied to the Divine and , though I only learned of it afterwards, was patiently asked for truth until there was no other choice left." gazing towards the fount within the center she continues " Strength is not easy dear, strength of the heart is harder. You may step outside of Her blessed forest dear and know the Mistress will bless your departure so long as you do so with honest intent." laying a hand against your heart she speaks " But your suffering will still continue, do not face this alone....even with your family. There are more threads woven here then you can see."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters, "**hints of frustration, but otherwise, no pain or harm**."

Afollia speaks in a soft voice " Will you not let me teach you of [REDACTED]?"

Firmly, you say, "I would never harm my siblings. And I do not lie. My intentions have always been honest. Perhaps too much so." She pauses, glancing down at your hand, and sighs. "I... what would you teach me?"

You think to yourself: Dad didn't lie, they said that they -asked-.

Afollia smiles softly, her black lips parting with kindness as she speaks " [REDACTED] "

Afollia six eyes gaze in kindness towards you as she responds " You toiled hard for a beautiful festival and kept the greeve at bay, do not lose yourself as you stand upon the crossroads of your life."

Afollia gently lays a tender hand towards you as she rises your eyes to her own and speaks softly "..and dear one, you are never alone within Her blessed wyrd."

You have emoted: Cheliyi watches Afollia for a long moment, her dull gaze swirling with shadows. Her eyes close, as if pained, and she shakes her head. "Miss Afollia... you are truly too kind to me. But, I cannot. Her garden helped me grown from a young age, and for that, I will be eternally grateful. But, like a sprouted seedling starving for light, I am not thriving here, no matter what kind of [REDACTED] is attempted. I am sorry." She glances again at the [REDACTED] , expression softening. "I will not choose a new home, not yet. But, I need... time. Time to center myself and cure this bloodlust on my own, where I cannot shame the Wyrd with my failures. Maybe I will come back. Perhaps it will be immediate, and I will work to earn everyone's favor once more. But my path... the stone has been cast, already, I think. This is simply the ripple."

Afollia smiles pleasantly as her voice caresses your ears, bathed by the flickering of the harmonious flames " Indeed dear, I can see it has. You find me sad to bid you farewell, but remain not a stranger." taking your hand in her own she replies " Take the time you need but come back one day, you will always be welcome within my webs and the offer will remain."

You have emoted: Cheliyi smiles sadly, and nods. For a moment, she hesitates, and then offers a hug.

You think to yourself: **the black receding, you can't bring yourself to... you will not forgive her. But you will not ignore the good she has done.**.

Afollia gently draws you in against her, and hold you tight. " A rare moment, but well earned dear one. If you find yourself realizing your nightmares are more a curse then memories....remember the [REDACTED], it will be waiting for you."

You nod your head at Afollia.
You have emoted: Cheliyi pulls away, smile the most real you've seen all night."Thank you, Miss Afollia."

Afollia eyes sparkle with genuine amusement as she smile " Remember that you matter dear, you are a boon to Her blessed wyrd whether you realize it or not and I will always treasure the rumpled wyrdenwood that slipped in my arms before Her beautiful fountain."

You have emoted: Cheliyi blushes faintly, and smiles. "Mm."
You think to yourself: Rumpled....

Afollia gestures towards you as she speaks " You can ascend, yes dear? I am afraid the path is closed behind us and the seal restored."

You nod your head emphatically.
You bow respectfully to Afollia.
You give a sage branch to Spinner Afollia Ebonrose, the Wyrden Haruspex.
Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you say, "Be well, Miss Afollia."

Spinner Afollia Ebonrose, the Wyrden Haruspex says, "Very good, drink the sights one last time if you must. This place will remain sealed from here on until such a time comes again."

Spinner Afollia Ebonrose, the Wyrden Haruspex says, "And you as well, dear one. Stay safe, child of Her wyrd."

You have emoted: Cheliyi glances back to the [REDACTED], expression softening.
You close your eyes and inhale deeply, absorbing the scent of your surroundings.
You let loose a long breath from your lungs, exhaling slowly.
You wave goodbye at Afollia.
You spread your arms wide, and the air between your hands begins to warp and twist as you bore a hole through the fabric of the planes, seeking to ascend to the Divine Havens.

You fold space and a swirling gateway of brilliant light pierces the air before you, boring a hole through the very fabric of the planes to the Vault of Heaven. You ascend confidently through the rotating gate, which shimmers and snaps shut behind you.