"I believe this - is yours."

**Immediately after coming back from my ALMIGHTY SMIGHTY, ran into Tridemon. Immediately fled!**

<from other room>
<The melodious voice of Tridemon resonates in your mind, "Why did you turn and run?"

You tell Bizirik, the leothin, "Emote emote snorts and snuffles and wanders around ^Tridemon, chattering and whining."

Tridemon says, "Sayto bizirik Oh, hello."

You tell Bizirik, the leothin, "Emote emote sits down, snuffing, the lingering scent of roses clinging to it."

Tridemon says, "Emote glances to the east before looking at the leothin again. "Is this a bad time to come say hello?""

You tell Bizirik, the leothin, "Emote emote whines, tossing its head and standing, pacing about the flooded garden anxiously."

You tell Bizirik, the leothin, "Emote emote snorts, tossing its head again."

Great waves crash over one another as they pour in from the west, finally swirling together before solidifying into Tridemon.

You have emoted: Gurashi stops his pacing once he spots Tridemon, turning quickly and pacing faster around the edge of the lake. "Do not come close!"

Tridemon blinks.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says to you, "Uh... you've got a..."

Tridemon reaches up to tap his neck, eyeing yours as the phantasmal scythe flickers against your throat.

You think to yourself: **flashes of white hot each time the phantasmal blade nears his throat , silvery anticipation**.

Khasur Stormcrow sweeps in from the ether like a bad omen, her eyes sweeping about in quick, canny glances.

A placid lake.                                         (#HAH_11)
The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. The towering ravenwood trees that surround this manse break here, allowing for a stunning view of a tranquil lake. The water laps softly at the grassy shores, evidence of its subtle tidal rise and fall visible in the muddy lines left on the bank. The grass around the edge of the lake is well-traveled, eventually leading to a short wooden bench just big enough for two. The sounds of frogs and insects buzz and chirp in pleasant harmony with one another, and the rich perfumes of petrichor and rainwater, are heavy here. A large rowan tree trunk lies here on its side, worn smooth from use. A slender leothin sits here motionless, brightening its surroundings with its natural golden bio-luminescence. Khasur Stormcrow lingers here, wreathed in shadows. Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters lingers nearby, the air about him singing with the rush of the ocean. He wields a dazzling white staff crowned by a platinum pearl in his left hand.
You see a single exit leading west.

You blink.

Tridemon blinks.

A bit of pale morning light tries to bleed through the clouds, but is quickly lost again in the storm.

LOOK KHUSAR
Elegant in her pale solemnity, Khasur Stormcrow is a tall, dark-eyed trill whose feathers have been dyed a brown-black hue and anointed with strange, silvery runes that twist with sharp, thorn-like ends into each other. Her skin is a pallid, unwholesome hue: her skin is rather more like white marble than anything living. Her robes are of brocade dyed over from some paler hue to an ebon, and much repaired - despite this, a high-necked scholar's coat is fastened with tarnished silver frogs, even as her skirts are a strange mix of airy silks and stained linens, all in varying shades of ebon. A single black rose is pinned in her lapel pocket, and a string of blackened jade prayer beads carved with scorpions swings from a broad belt of cured eelskin.
Khasur Stormcrow has an air of extreme strength.

You feel a slight tug within your chest and the air around you sparkles with motes of bright light.
You sense Xenthos pulling on the strands of aether surrounding you.

You see the following people here:
Tridemon, Xenthos, Gurashi.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says to you, "I should probably leave you for the moment. You seem... busy."

Khasur Stormcrow narrows her eyes, her posture poised.

You have emoted: Gurashi doesn't seem to hear Tridemon, looking at Khasur Stormcrow, surprised. ".... oh, you are..."

You stare at Khasur Stormcrow, eyes wide.

Thinly, Khasur Stormcrow says, "I believe this -."

Khasur Stormcrow gives a painting of A Cool Forest Clearing to you.

You blink.

Khasur Stormcrow says, "- is yours."

You blink.

You stare at a painting of A Cool Forest Clearing, eyes wide.

Voice bright and clear, you ask, "...Shulamit's painting?"

LOOK PAINTING
Soft dusk hues mingle with the darker colours of night, creating this
painting. The outside edge of the painting is ringed with a plethora of
trees, each one seemingly a different type than the ones next to it,
marking the scene as perhaps not taking place within the Basin proper.
The trees themselves seem to be covered in a layer of fog or mist,
leaves and needles alike dotted with the soft covering. Slowly the mist
gives way in the centre of the clearing, small circle of shorn down
grass bearing only the faintest hint of liquid dew dappling its surface.
Within the centre of the clearing are two divine forms, one seated in
front of a glorious gold and ruby harp, hands plucking at the strings,
the air around the strings seemingly to vibrate and distort the painting
ever so slightly. The glorious divine playing the music appears to be
the Empress of Bright Aspects, covered in a variety of glittering paints
and ample jewels, giving the dark painting vibrant colour. Standing next
to Her is the Lady of Roses, pale plaited hair swinging around Her as
She dances to the music made by Her fellow divine. Her pose is graceful
and refined, exquisitely slender arms raised above Her, eyes half-lidded
as She focuses on the music and form of the sounds. The Empress of
Bright Aspect's riotous colours speckles the beauteous divine that
dances within the clearing, a mingling of light and darkness, creating
this delicate painting. The entire painting is no larger than a heavy
tome, artwork carefully crafted into a petite space to showcase delicate
brush technique over an abundance of sweeping strokes.

You tilt your head curiously at a painting of A Cool Forest Clearing.

You tilt your head curiously at Khasur Stormcrow.

Khasur Stormcrow says, "The Mistress entreats you to, uh --."

Khasur Stormcrow says, "How did She put it?"

You stare at Khasur Stormcrow, eyes wide.

Khasur Stormcrow taps her chin lightly, in feigned thought.

You think to yourself: **utterly dumbfounded**.

Faux awareness prickling across her features, Khasur Stormcrow says, "Ah, yes, that's it -- She wishes for you to leave your deceitful portraits of Her buried in the depths of your insolence."

You think to yourself: **a sinking feeling....**.

Khasur Stormcrow says, "Or some such."

You blink.

Khasur Stormcrow says, "You know our Mistress. Sometimes, quite verbose, others -- well. Other times, it's, uh..."

Khasur Stormcrow makes a show of looking at the scythe hovering near your neck.

You have emoted: Gurashi stares at Khasur Stormcrow, mouth now partially agape, nodding slowly.

Khasur Stormcrow says, "But forgive me! You are entertaining. Enjoy your company."

Voice bright and clear, you say to Khasur Stormcrow, "... oh... uhm."

Voice bright and clear, you say to Khasur Stormcrow, "...many... many thank yous!"

You think to yourself: Maybe remembers flicking Friend Shulamit off the mountain...

With a slight, imperious nod, Khasur Stormcrow sweeps out to the ether.

You have emoted: Gurashi awkwardly looks down at the painting again, puffing his cheeks before lowering it to the ground..... and, suddenly, remembering he does indeed have guests. He quickly looks up at Tridemon, then Xenthos, stepping further away. "O-K stay back."

Voice bright and clear, you say, "This is obviously a -strange- month for me."