Healing and More Gnomish Discoveries

<-- Selia reached out previously but Gurashi getting TATTOOED and then had a conversation with Falaine and then Aeldra was like "OMG I JUST MET VAEVAYA" because this was a few hours after I had answered her questions about the Vaevaya City post :)

Reaching out with your mind, you grasp the harmonic song of the domothean energies as you seek Aeldra.

The lingering notes of harmonic purity swell to impossible heights as you step confidently through the song of reality itself.

At the New Celest Department of Sanitation.
This location is flooded with shallow, crystal clear water. Despite the fact that this office deals solely in sewage, waste removal and rat control, the surroundings are quite clean. A tall counter separates the office area from the visitors' area, and a small brass bell rests delicately on the counter. Behind the counter, a large metal tube flanges up from the floor, roughly a foot in diameter. The tube clearly leads to a basement level. Murmuring quietly to himself, Neran, the Imperial Caretaker is here, staring off into the distance. Yvai, the battle sheep dwells here, antler-bearing head raised proudly. Head bowed, an anointed urn-bearer of water and light holds aloft the blessed vessel here with a reverent, stoic grace.
You see a single exit leading south.

LOOKIT ME
Standing at a lithe five-foot eleven, they are a graceful elfen kindly demigod changeling. Their shoulders are sharp and broad, their arms surprisingly sinewy and ending in long, lissome hands. Their gentle complexion is of a smooth tawny hue and covered in a smattering of dark freckles. Their long cheeks and thin, upturned nose both bear a permanent shade of blush, accentuated by the greatest cluster of freckles. A moderately sized crescent-shaped scar mars their right cheek, brightly visible against the deep hue of their skin. A hint of discolored flesh can be seen at the center of their sternum, mostly obscured by their clothing. Their thin elfen ears are slightly longer than average, pointing downward and just visible behind the tangled mess of vibrant, apricot-colored hair. A shock of bone-white has grown in along their left temple, lending a somewhat aged appearance to their otherwise youthful features. Their sleepy eyes are perhaps their most striking feature, a vibrant blue-gray that almost seem to glow against all the surrounding hues.
They are wearing:
a starry wreath of celestial light set atop their head like a halo
a circlet of crystal thorns resting loosely atop their head
a vivid red-orange poppy tucked lovingly behind their left ear
an ebon throwover cloak striated with lilac patterns wrapped protectively about their form
the Mantle of Starlight which flows dreamily about their shoulders and back
a breezy blue cotton tunic which hangs flatteringly from their form
mercurial Mysraian prayer beads pulled taut against their right wrist
a Glomdoring friendship bracelet which jingles softly on their left wrist
minty citrus incense beads pulled taut against their right wrist
an abyssal sandstorm poppy worn delicately upon their left wrist
a driftwood ring of sea breezes fitted tightly to their left middle finger
simple white linen trousers which swish around their legs freely
Refined Boots of the Paladin, worn and weathered from use.
You face lights up as you smile brightly at Aeldra.

LOOKIT AELDRA
She is a nimble faeling empyreal demigoddess. She's framed by a pair of delicate, ethereal butterfly wings of dark sapphire blue. She's moderately petite even for her race, with a slender figure of upright bearing. Her head is crowned by a cascade of auburn coloured ringlets, the hair falling freely down her back and framing a face of visibly elven heritage, with high cheekbones and and slightly pointed, small ears. Her bright, emerald eyes rest like dark pools inset freckled with spots of sapphire blue, watching her surroundings with curiosity and contrasting with her smooth ivory skin. A pair of small, twisted antlers protrude from her forehead, just above a tattoo of a stylized, sapphire blue chalice upon her forehead. Woven into her hair are several beautiful violets, their sweet and subtle fragrance surrounding Aeldra. A faint, almost ethereal mist surround her at all time, following her as she moves.
Her hair is worn in long, neat ringlets, a lush, beautiful auburn in hue. Tightly-wound curls fall artfully down her back, while a slender, single ring uncurls at her forehead, glossy and bespeaking both style and grace.
She is wearing:
a pair of thin spectacles, resting on the tip of her nose
the Mantle of Starlight glittering behind her, secured in place by a simple brooch
Immaculate Prayer Beads of the Empyreal Goddess wrapped around her left arm
a glass ampoule of bottled starlight dangling from a thin chain around her neck
an elegant bracelet of white roses clipped to her left wrist
a silver chain bracelet set with sapphires around her right wrist
a strapless sea-blue gown of tidal waves
a black silk scarf woven with moonstone constellations worn loosely around her shoulders
a pair of black velvet shoes
black silk elbow-length gloves adorned with golden threads.

Aeldra smiles softly at you.

You strike a pose.

You have emoted: Gurashi rushes in, raising an arm to wave excitedly and immediately grimacing. "Ah! Ohw."
In soft, mellifluous tones, you exclaim, "You met Miss Vaevaya!"

You look at Aeldra hopefully.

Aeldra waves her hand in greeting to you. "I was just delivering some of the city trash to Nerale. That naught ball of luminescence sometimes dumps it into my bag."

Aeldra coughs softly.

Lady Aeldra Ladyn, of Cerulean Waters says, "Neran of course. my apologies."

You have emoted: Gurashi giggles softly. "Me too, me too - but at least are cleaning at the same time!"

You look at Aeldra hopefully.

Whether from the sea or the rain, a friendless mist sheathes the city in sparkling vapour and a bitter, kniving chill.

In soft, mellifluous tones, you ask Aeldra, "So what happened? She learned about cakes?"

You begin to follow Aeldra.

You shiver violently.

Aeldra nods her head, bopping up and down the air. "No one has shown her fruit before Gurashi. Or cake. How could you not." she musters you with all the judgemental stare she can muster before bursting into giggles.

Your eyes bug out as you boggle in amazement.

In soft, mellifluous tones, you say, "I-I gave her POPCORN!"

Aeldra gives a trillingly melodic laugh.

There is a slight pause in the rain as the storm clouds part, letting in a trickle of sunlight to cast spangled rainbows through the air as if the sky were stained glass.

You have emoted: Gurashi flails. "A-and Cheli gave her BREAD!" They fold their arms and immediately grimace to drop their arms, wincing. "We gave her foods! Just... not messy ones!" They giggle at Aeldra. "At least you did! Thank you!"

Lady Aeldra Ladyn, of Cerulean Waters says, "At least something! I knew you'd show her food. But she didn't seem to know what eating or drinking was... I think we'll have more work to do before she grasps entirely how it works. Thankfully I have a broom."

Aeldra pats Tully's Golden Broom in a friendly manner.

You face lights up as you smile brightly at Aeldra.

In soft, mellifluous tones, you say to Aeldra, "Oh my goodness gracious. It is hard to be not-messy when you have no mouth."

You have emoted: Gurashi reaches up to pull at the corners of their mouth, making themselves smile.

Aeldra blinks at you with a sudden hint of disturbance in her eyes, "I... uh, are you well Gurashi?"

You have emoted: Gurashi nods. "I got tattoos and forgot how sore it makes you," They loll their head side to side. "My chest and my backs are on fire, I will not lie. But the story is making me not think about it! If I do not move then it does not bother meeeeee."

Aeldra nods lightly, sympathy shining in her expression, "May I recommend something to soothe your aches?" she asks quietly.

In soft, mellifluous tones, you whisper, "Not sunlight - was told not to go in sunlight for a month."

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

You tilt your head and listen intently to Aeldra.

Aeldra taps her nose thoughtfully, "There are healing springs within many places of the world, including the ones in Celest and my home. I may suggest you find one to soak in later, so you may recover more swiftly." she taps her nose thoughtfully, "Plus, being able to float will release tension on your skin, making it hopefully hurt less."

In soft, mellifluous tones, you ask, "...healing ... springs?"

You tilt your head curiously at Aeldra.

Your eyes bug out as you boggle in amazement.

Aeldra bops up and down in the air, "Of course. Do you think all this bathing is only for entertainment?" she winks conspiratorially at you. "I suggest you get one of your own, perhaps with the help of a fellow Aquamancer?"

You have emoted: Gurashi puffs their cheeks. "...I ... w-wouldn't know! I wouldn't know," They wave their hands frantically, laughing nervously. "I have only ever bathed at home and it was most certainly not a healing experiences! Ahaha! I-I would definitely like to know where they are, though, to ... p-perhaps visit. Because," They grimace as their shoulders relax, "does sound kind of nice now that mention its..."

You stare blankly into space.

Aeldra tilts her head slightly, "If you are not feeling too shy, I can take you to my bathing house and you can maybe dip in a little and see if it helps?"

You have emoted: Gurashi immediately turns the color of a beet. "L-l-l-likes a p-public ones or p-privates?" They ask, voice fluctuating nervously, though their gaze registers intrigue.

Lady Aeldra Ladyn, of Cerulean Waters smiles and says to you, "Nothing in my home is public, gurashi. Too many people with bad intentions out there. But friends are always welcome."

You nod your head slowly in understanding.

Aeldra suddenly blushes a little, blinking her eyes as she tilts her head to an unheard noises.

Lady Aeldra Ladyn, of Cerulean Waters thinks to herself: Aww, uncle, thank you.

You have emoted: Gurashi rubs the back of their neck. "...you would not peek?" They ask warily, then quickly add, "...not that would thinks you would. I would maybe be interested yes. Because the back hurts more than the parts of me that is embarrassed to be withouts the tunic," They wheeze.

(Celest): Faragan says, "How fairs the storms around the basin? as I've stated lat month I've noticed the lightning storms especialy getting worse and also last month I noticed a distinct chill other than normal withinthe city walls."
(Celest): You say, "The weather does not seems to be worsening muchly this months, though I have noticed the chill seepings in more."
(Celest): Selia (from Celestia, Plane of Light) says, "It is as difficult as ever to navigate as far as I can tell..."
(Celest): Alarin says, "Is it? I've spent the last several days in the Undervault, so I might have just not noticed."
(Celest): Alarin says, "Well, several waking days."
(Celest): Aeldra says, "I would agree with Faragan that it seems to be getting worse, at least lately. I've had several close calls on lightning strikes, or so it felt."

Aeldra smiles softly at you, "If it makes you uncomfortable, I will not do so. I can even leave the room while you try out if the water helps."

Golden shades radiate from your chest and your heart beats faster with newly-appeared determination.

Earnestly, you say, "N-no peeking."

You have emoted: Gurashi stares at Aeldra very seriously.

Aeldra inclines her head to you, "Of course, dear. I will not make you uncomfortable."

Lady Aeldra Ladyn, of Cerulean Waters says to you, "Shall we? I'll wait at the door till you're done."

You have emoted: Gurashi nods. "I mean, you can... stay..." They pause, considering. "...w-we can talk when we get there yes am ready."

In soft, mellifluous tones, you whisper, "Nyoom."

<-- NYOOOOM
You follow Lady Aeldra Ladyn, of Cerulean Waters west to A large, rectangular bathhouse.

Aeldra closes the walnut door to the east.

In soft, mellifluous tones, you whisper, "Oooh."

A large, rectangular bathhouse.
A comforting feeling of privacy pervades the area. From the door on the eastern wall, this rectangular room opens into a wide bathhouse. The floor is paved with polished marble tiles, each roughened a little to provide better grip for slipping feet, their surface inlaid with a cerulean image of an open chalice. Set deep within the floor a deep pool opens to the visitor, it's azure water glittering in the available light. Stairs lead from all four sides down into the waters, their view almost obscured by the thick watery haze wafting over it. In midst of the large pool, a small, rectangular spot raises out of the water, providing space for perhaps a small table. Following up the stairs out of the water, each set is flanked by burning braziers, warm yellow flames burning within. The subtle scent of jasmine mixed with fresh oranges wafts out from the braziers, mixing with the watery haze of the pool. Further out from the stairs, each side features a stone bench and a small cabinet, providing storage space for things to be kept from getting drenched. The walls themselves consist of whitewashed stone, each adorned with a mural depicting a stylized image of a water lord or lady. A luminescent butterfly flutters about here, emanating a soft glow. Yvai, the battle sheep dwells here, antler-bearing head raised proudly. Head bowed, an anointed urn-bearer of water and light holds aloft the blessed vessel here with a reverent, stoic grace.
You see a single exit leading east (closed door).

Aeldra pointing around herself, "As you can tell... I kind of love water. And baths. I'll find a spot over there where I can't accidently peak. You can leave your clothes at the side and walk in at your own time."

Aeldra flits over to a spot hiding her completely from view of the pool, where she settles at one of the benches.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks around with wide eyes. "It is so beautiful..." They comment aloud, inhaling deeply. "And it smells so good..." Slowly they look up at Aeldra, furrowing their brow. "I would appreciates it. Can I still hear you from over there?" They ask, starting to wander further away, plucking awkwardly at their tunic. "We can keep talkings?"

You have emoted: Gurashi steps around the edge of the pool, eventually finding a spot secluded enough and far enough away from Aeldra that they do not seem to hold any suspicion. Grimacing and peeling the tunic off over their shoulders and let it fall into an undignified heap at the pool's edge alongside their Mantle of Starlight and cloak. Pants still on, they step into the pool, audibly hissing and letting out short choppy noises of discomfort as they sink into the water, eventually stopping as they reach their chin.

Aeldra answers from out of view, "yes, I can hear you completely fine. Please do go in and I hope you will enjoy the water and it'll help."

You remove a breezy blue cotton tunic.

You stare blankly into space.

With concern in her voice, Lady Aeldra Ladyn, of Cerulean Waters asks, "How is it feeling, Gurashi?"

You have emoted: Gurashi stares up across the bathroom, their expression nothing short of dazed. "It is nice," They call back, voice echoing finally. "Now that am all the way in... is nicely..."

You have emoted: Gurashi sinks down until their mouth is just below the surface, blowing bubbles. They rise again a little, exhaling. "It is REALLY nicely... what makes it heal-y?" They call back to the faeling, eyes closed as they rest their head against the edge of the pool.

Aeldra smiles to herself, "I am glad. I hope it'll help soothe the aches. If you can swim, you may want to consider to just lie on your back and float." At your question, she pauses a moment, before answering "I have spent many years as an aquamancer and many more as a healer. Eventually I discovered what to infuse it with to give it healing properties... it pays off, to deal with all those sore and bruised parts you come home from one of our usual 'days'." She shakes her head slightly, "It's not like Magnagorans care whether we're battered and bruised after our skirmishes."

You have emoted: Gurashi cants their head to the side, staring upwards as they lazily sit there, hair dancing in the water at the base of their neck. "I should ask Tridemon if could make any of his pools healing," They whisper. "I do not usually mind those bruises and aches ... the potions make them better..."

Lady Aeldra Ladyn, of Cerulean Waters says, "Your fiancee is a skilled aquamancer, I bet he can do it in a heartbeat. If he needs instructions, you can send him my way."

You have emoted: Gurashi moves, leans forward then immediately hisses again. "Do you miss doing water magics?" They ask, dragging their hand through the pool before them. "Now that can only really do one or the other...?"

Aeldra considers your words, as she stretches out on her bench. "Hm, a good question. I would say, sometimes? But then, I do enjoy having access to the sacraments of Celestia and doing the work that it allows me. Bringing back people from dire circumstances is very rewarding."

You have emoted: Gurashi looks up at the butterfly, considering it as it flits about. "I sometimes wish I could learn the other magics more freely," They confess. "But I thinks I would not truly enjoy being anything but a bard. But, I wonder sometimes," The water ripples as they swim in a small circle, "what would be like, to be able to do water magics like Cheli 'n Tridemon. Or to heal, like you." They dip their chin into the water. "To ride on a beasty and charge into battles with a polearms, like Xenthos. So many things that one can do..."

Fluttering as if caught by a breeze, the silver threads of tinsel draped along Aeldra's wreath weave about in a haphazard pattern: conjuring new constellations and shapes as they glow from the sidereal light of the ornament's fine filaments.
Pale gold in hue, the wreath about your brow shimmers in a steady pattern, like unto a heartbeat in its gentle pulsation, crowning you in a flickering halo before settling still once more. <-- our halos were happy

Lady Aeldra Ladyn, of Cerulean Waters says, "Yes, it is truly interesting to explore these options. But you need, in the end, stick to what you are most comfortable with, Gurashi. And if bard is your calling... then it should remain such."

You have emoted: Gurashi can be heard audibly blowing bubbles from their location. Aeldra can hear a splash as the elfen disappears beneath the water's surface, then rises again with a little gasp. "Have you ever been a bards?" They call out with a cough.

With a giggle Aeldra answers, "Yes, I have been, dear. I am a terrible bard! I have a lovely lute though, may show you someday when you're not swimming."

You have emoted: Gurashi's ears bounce. "I would like to see that very muchly," They chime, spinning in a slow circle within the water.

In soft, mellifluous tones, you say, "...ah - Miss Aeldra - it feels better, already! It feels really nice, it does."

Lady Aeldra Ladyn, of Cerulean Waters says, "I am glad I could help reduce your suffering a little, Gurashi. Perhaps, Selia can help you even more, given that she's one of the few that currently employ the healing arts."

In soft, mellifluous tones, you whisper, "She is? Oh..." Suddenly they sit up and gasp, and then immediately gasp again, "I WAS SUPPOSED TO HELPS HER WITH SOMETHING."

Aeldra creases her brow in a frown.

Lady Aeldra Ladyn, of Cerulean Waters says, "Don't make it worse Gurashi! Delibrate movements. A few moments won't make any difference."

You have emoted: Gurashi lets out a groan from the other end of the bathhouse, the miserable sound echoing endlessly for a time.

Aeldra frowns deeply at the noises from across the bath, fighting to keep still "Dear, if you managed to hurt yourself, I'll be very cross with you." she mutters.

In soft, mellifluous tones, you groan, "Nooooo."

You have been recognised by Aeldra for: For a lovely little interlude, talking of the lovely Vaevaya and promptly dragging them off to get patched up.

You have emoted: Aeldra can hear a splash, and then another, and then no splashing as Gurashi pulls themselves out of the bath, water dripping from their pants. They collect their boots from the poolside and pull their tunic over their head, water and the tiniest hint of blood staining through the fabric on their shoulder blades. They quickly don their Mantle and cloak, emerging where Aeldra can see them. "I yam O-K."

You slip into a breezy blue cotton tunic.

With a hint of resignation, Lady Aeldra Ladyn, of Cerulean Waters says, "Promise me, you get Tridemon to look those over when you see him later?"


Aeldra looks up at you, a stern look on her face, "I mean it too, Gurashi. Let those be looked at."

You huff, puffing your cheeks.

You look at Aeldra, expression filled with concern as you frown.

Lady Aeldra Ladyn, of Cerulean Waters says to you, "You suffer enough though what life throws at us... no need to suffer more when it can be avoided."

You have emoted: Gurashi bobs their head side to side, then sighs. "I will, I promise," They reassure the faeling opposite them, smiling.

You have emoted: Gurashi smiles at Aeldra, scratching their cheek. "Thank you so muchly, this was nice! I -do- feel a lot better, yes? Really I do."

Aeldra nods, apparently satisfied. "Then I'll lead you back to the entrance, for I should be seeking rest, dear."

Aeldra opens the walnut door to the east.

You have emoted: Gurashi continues to hold their boots under their arm, water pooling at their feet from their sopping wet trousers. "Thank you."

Aeldra giggles happily.

Lady Aeldra Ladyn, of Cerulean Waters says, "You are welcome!"

You follow Lady Aeldra Ladyn, of Cerulean Waters east to A whitewashed hallway.
Affectionately cooing, a bleeding heart dove with shimmering plumage recognises an ally's entrance.

You follow Lady Aeldra Ladyn, of Cerulean Waters east to In an enclosed flower garden.
A blue-eyed, steely grey sphynx kitten trills a warm little hello as he slinks up to Aeldra, thin body rubbing curling round her ankles.

In soft, mellifluous tones, you say, "Wonderful, wonderful, yes, thank you so muchly."

You face lights up as you smile brightly at Aeldra.

Aeldra beams broadly.

Lady Aeldra Ladyn, of Cerulean Waters says, "You are very welcome dear. I wish you a great rest of the weave."

(Celest): Aeldra says, "Be well, City of Light."

Lady Aeldra Ladyn, of Cerulean Waters has lost you.

You beam broadly.

In soft, mellifluous tones, you say, "Ah! You as well... I would ask for hugs but..."

(Celest): Selia (from the Fire Elemental Plane) says, "Thank you again for helping to save the travelers, Lady Aeldra!"

You have emoted: Gurashi winces.

Lady Aeldra Ladyn, of Cerulean Waters says, "Yes, we'll push that back a little."

Lady Aeldra Ladyn, of Cerulean Waters laughingly says, "More hugs next time!"

You nod your head sagely.

In soft, mellifluous tones, you say, "A hug-to-be!"

Aeldra gives a trillingly melodic laugh.

Aeldra waves goodbye at you.

Falling into a light trot, Yvai, the battle sheep trots out to the south.
You sense the passage of Aeldra to the south with a fluffy pair of ursine ears.

Your melodic voice sings into Selia's mind, "M-miss Selia! Are you about? You wanted my help be-fore and now I am free to do so."

Selia tells you, "Good timing!"

You portal to the Portals of Celest.
The Portals of Celest.
This location is flooded with shallow, crystal clear water. The cylindrical chamber has been carved from white, blue-veined marble polished to a lustrous smooth shine. Concentric circles are inlaid upon the floor, alternating with rings of pearl, sapphire and diamond. High above, the ceiling shines with a bright light that pulsates softly and steadily like a heartbeat. The air itself is charged with energy, veritably crackling with power. You see a sign here instructing you to use the PORTAL command to enter the aetherplex system. There is an aetherways portal here.
You see a single exit leading out.

Your melodic voice sings into Selia's mind, "Where might I ... find???"

You sway anxiously in your spot.

You think to yourself: *sore, but so much less so, a bit of relief*.

Selia, riding a pure white gryphon with cloudy wings of ethereal mist, arrives from the out.
Gliding in upon cloudy wings of ethereal mist, a pure white gryphon arrives from the out, shrouded in fathomless darkness.

Selia flashes you a joyous smile.

In soft, mellifluous tones, you say, "...wah!"

Selia thinks to herself: They look more dour than usual. ..

Sheets of rain pelt the rooftops of the city: an orchestra of noises that leaves every shingle, window, and gutter slick or waterlogged.

You have emoted: Gurashi is staring off dazedly at nothing in particular until they notice Selia's appearance, jumping. "AH," They clap. "Sorry! I was daydreaming! I am here!"

You look at Selia hopefully.

Selia says, "Um, it IS you, isn't it? It can be a little hard to be certain; I've not yet seen all of your forms!" <-- RIP I missed this line because people were moving in/out of the Portals

You have emoted: Gurashi's ears bounce in tandem, and they smile, swaying side to side. "Shall we go somewheres else?"

Selia glances over her shoulder and nods. "Oh yes," she says agreeably. "Let's. Someplace, um, safe."

Selia begins to follow you.

In soft, mellifluous tones, you say, "Safe..."

A bit hesitantly, Selia says, "Which...is not to say that I don't feel safe here. But I am wary of another accident."

You stare blankly into space.

In soft, mellifluous tones, you say, "Safe..."

You ponder the situation.

In soft, mellifluous tones, you say, "Sssss..."

<-- NYOOM

Selia follows you southeast.
The Dragonscale Forging Cartel.
Still, grey mists cover the ground here, indicating a shield shrine of Darvellan nearby. This location is flooded with shallow, crystal clear water. Bellows, tongs, dry wood and coal, tools of every sort, fill every free space under this half roof. To keep the temperature down, the smith that designed this workshop left three of the walls off, having only one wall to break the wind, and a roof to keep things dry. The remaining wall is in fact hollow, with a little door, creating a small shed to put tools in, when not in use. The outside of the forge itself has been lovingly sculpted in the life-size likeness of a dragon's head and maw with the iron flames filling the entire centre of the piece. Holes open in the left and right sides of the sculpted metal breath, revealing the forge's ceramic interior. An acrid, sour smell hangs in the air of heated metal and coal smoke. Soot and ash cover nearly every surface and also extend out of the building for some distance. A sturdy iron forge stands here, cold and dark. With cloudy wings of ethereal mist unfurled, a pure white gryphon is here, shrouded in fathomless darkness.
You see a single exit leading northwest.

"Ahah!" you exclaim triumphantly.

You have emoted: Gurashi gestures about the forge room, all stone and steel. "Maybe?"

LOOKIT SELIA
She is an ordinary human. Hers is an appearance of middle grounds - she is not remarkably tall nor short, for a human, coming to about 165 centimetres in height - and her weight is about half that much in kilograms, giving her a slightly overweight appearance. She looks to be about thirty years of age, or thereabouts; past the prime of youth but not yet  facing down withering old age. Long red hair crowns her head, drawn into a pair of braids, one behind each ear, twisting and twining their way down past her shoulders. Her face is round and pale, somewhat resembling a snowball, offset by eyes the off-green colour of opals, which are in turn behind a pair of half-moon pince-nez. Her cheeks' freckles are another accessory, another small detail alongside the little bump of her nose and pout-lipped mouth. As the gaze goes down, one would note that her physique doesn't seem to be an especially martial one; the weight described above is obviously not from muscle but from a plumpness that is carried mostly around her abdomen and hips, giving her a body shape akin to a lopsided pear. The rest of her skin is as snow-pale as her face, and similarly splattered with freckles just about anywhere one might look.
She is wearing:
luminous robes of a finely woven silk that mostly obscure her form
white leather knee-high boots
a pair of fingerless black gloves
a wide sash of bright gold silk wrapped around the waist, ends hanging to one side
a beret hat of soft white wool that is slightly askew
a softly glowing white backpack
a silver band set with pale pink hearts
a platinum-and-silver ring inset with a blazing ruby
a Shakiniel's shield ring
a star-etched diamond ring
a dusky gold ring bearing a brilliant topaz, especially well-cared for compared to the other rings
a simple gold ring
a white gold necklace of devotion
a star-etched amethyst ring.

Selia looks around the place for a little bit, glancing around consideringly.

Selia says, "I...suppose if we face the wall..."

Selia thinks to herself: Very dusty here. I'm sure lots of labour has gone on in ages past...

Selia steps down off of a pure white gryphon with cloudy wings of ethereal mist.

You have emoted: Gurashi wanders over to stand beside Selia slowly, reaching up to pluck at their tunic. "It should be O-K," They say quietly. "Is it your clock a-gain? Is it the thing you found?"

As Selia steps away, a pure white gryphon with cloudy wings of ethereal mist tosses his head and settles nearby, folding his leonine front paws under himself, catlike, and bowing his head in a restive posture.

Moving to an unused section of floor, Selia says, "Not quite! It is...well, these."

Pale gold in hue, the wreath about your brow shimmers in a steady pattern, like unto a heartbeat in its gentle pulsation, crowning you in a flickering halo before settling still once more.

You tilt your head curiously.

Selia upends her pack, and a gnomish divinus gearbox spills out, and then another, and another, one atop the other, until a small pile of them is there, about half a dozen.

Selia drops a gnomish divinus gearbox.

You have emoted: Gurashi boggles at the pile of gearboxes, then bursts into laughter. "You got... GEARS!" They exclaim, reaching down to scoop one of them up. As they do so they grimace, then carefully turn it over in their hand, wide-eyed. "You found so many!"

In soft, mellifluous tones, you say to Selia, "Ah - remember those, uh..." They snap their fingers, "holes, in the clock? In your fanciful clocks."

Selia brings forth a mechanical clock as well, holding it gingerly between the fingers of both hands, at arm's length, as if it were a ticking time bomb. She is at least 1/3 correct, as its moving gears make a tireless and steady noise.

Selia says, "T-this?"

Selia thinks to herself: Don't explode don't explode don't explode don't explode don't explode.....

You have emoted: Gurashi's expression is odd. "Yeah. These go in that," They explain as they gently toss the glowing gearbox into the air and catch it again. "Here! We can put thems in your clock... ah..."

Selia holds a mechanical clock cautiously and sets it on the ground beside a gnomish divinus gearbox. Immediately she takes a step or two back.

You have emoted: Gurashi frowns a little. "...sm...aaaaalllllll..." They whisper, considering the clock Selia holds, then the gearboxes they hold. "Uh. O-K, so these are supposed to go into thats," They explain to Selia - or perhaps themselves. "...but how do I open it ups... differently than my aprons.... oh! I know!"

Selia edges over towards a pure white gryphon with cloudy wings of ethereal mist, whom she hides behind. "Be careful," she advises, the top half of her head peeking above the gryphon's back.

The moment Gurashi scrunches shut their eyes, the elfen is awash in a pale golden light, their hair and skin swallowed up as their shape shrinks and shrinks before you, still standing before the pile of gearboxes and the clock on the floor...

The light fades, and suddenly the elfen is gone, replaced instead by an excitedly puttering gnome that is already digging through the pile of gearboxes and attempting to make them fit in the clock.

Tongue sticking out of the side of their mouth, you say, "Now I yam the BIGGEST of brains so I should be ables to figure it OUT."

LOOKIT ME... AGAIN!
At a passing glance, one might easily overlook this ginger-haired being as they bustle about. Standing at just over three-quarters of a meter high, they are a puttering gnome kindly demigod changeling. Everything about their shape is minute, their short arms and legs giving them an almost childlike visage. Their skin is tawny in color and covered in its entirety in a galaxy-worth of freckles, some of the ones along their cheeks and arms suspiciously akin to constellations. A moderately sized crescent-shaped scar mars their right cheek, sitting alongside a big button nose and wide gap-toothed grin. A pair of short pointed ears frame their freckled face, twitching at the slightest sound. A wild and messy mop of fiery orange hair sits atop their head, while a shock of bone-white hair has grown in along their left temple. Two bright slate-gray eyes gaze out from beneath a pair of bushy orange eyebrows, visible only thanks to the help of a pair of chromatic sun goggles which keep their bangs from obscuring their view.
They are wearing:
a starry wreath of celestial light set atop their head like a halo
a circlet of crystal thorns resting loosely atop their head
a vivid red-orange poppy tucked lovingly behind their left ear
an ebon throwover cloak striated with lilac patterns wrapped protectively about their form
the Mantle of Starlight which flows dreamily about their shoulders and back
a breezy blue cotton tunic which hangs flatteringly from their form
mercurial Mysraian prayer beads pulled taut against their right wrist
a Glomdoring friendship bracelet which jingles softly on their left wrist
minty citrus incense beads pulled taut against their right wrist
a shifting, living poppy of bronze petals worn delicately upon their left wrist
a driftwood ring of sea breezes fitted tightly to their left middle finger
simple white linen trousers which swish around their legs freely
Refined Boots of the Paladin, worn and weathered from use.

A pure white gryphon with cloudy wings of ethereal mist tosses his head agitatedly as Selia grabs handfuls of its fur in nervous spectation. "Oh, no, p-PLEASE be very, very careful!" she cries. "If it goes off I fear there'd be nothing left!"

Selia thinks to herself: Biggest? But they're so much smaller...where has the extra brain gone?

You have emoted: Gurashi looks up at Selia, flashing the human a gap-toothed grin. "Don't worry! I yam supposed to be the best at thisssAAHA!" Suddenly the back of the clock snaps open, the nine pale divets seeming to await something that might fit. "See? The insides!" They chime, raising their fist into the air before returning to focus.

Selia ducks behind her gryphon when the back clicks open. It is only after you reassures her that she comes back up.

Selia thinks to herself: ...if she goes inside, would she then be fired out through the cannon? That would be a sight!

You have emoted: Gurashi hums, their tiny voice high and cheerful and utterly unafraid as they work. "I can show you! I figured it out!" They beckon Selia closer, still seated upon the ground. "I had to get real small to see but now I can see and can show you."

You look at Selia hopefully.

Selia moves towards you and eventually settles onto her knees near you and a mechanical clock. She takes up one of the gearboxes in one hand.

Selia says, "What do I do with it...?"

Holding up the clock in one hand and the gearbox in the other, you say, "See? It is open so it cannot fire, I think. What you will do, is take this gear and bring it up to one of the holeys - see? It looks like it is too big but aaactually..."

You have emoted: Gurashi demonstrates, and as they bring the gearbox closer to the appropriate slot, suddenly the empty cavity is filled with a brightly glowing light. "A-ha!" They enthuse. "See? It worked! Isn't magics a-mazing?!"

In a tiny, tuneful voice, you exclaim, "It is too small but it actually is not! I do not know HOW it does that!"

You have emoted: Gurashi boggles enthusiastically before gathering another gearbox and holding it up near to the clock. They twist it, and it to glows bright and seems to fill another vacant cavity upon the gnomish device. "Do you wanna try?"

Selia picks up a gnomish divinus gearbox.

As if handling something much more dangerous than a gear and a clock, Selia carefully brings the two together. She almost drops a mechanical clock when the telltale flash of light happens, but, likely thanks to your encouragement, manages not to - if just barely!

You hands fly to your mouth as you give a short gasp of elation.

Pushing her glasses upward with a shaky finger, Selia says, "That...worked? It's fine?"

Leaning over to see the lights, you ask Selia, "Did it work? Did it work?"

Seeing the next cavity lit up, you exclaim, "It worked!"

The scent of lightning, burnt yet crystalline, salts the air, your nostrils noting its aroma just before the initial crack of thunder echoes across the roiling skies.

Whether from the sea or the rain, a friendless mist sheathes the city in sparkling vapour and a bitter, kniving chill.

Selia gulps nervously.

In a tiny, tuneful voice, you say to Selia, "Look! See how much stronglier it is!"

Happily, you ask Selia, "Do you want to do the rest? Or would you like me to?"

Bemusedly examining the clock, Selia says, "If...if I close it, what happens? How did they all fit...?"

You have emoted: Gurashi wriggles their short fingers. "Magic."

Somewhat dubiously, Selia says, "...magic."

Happily, you say, "Magic."

Your shoulders bunch as you let out a short giggle.

You look at Selia hopefully.

Glancing upward as if hearing something distant, Selia says, "It...sounds like there is some danger."

Selia's gaze falls back onto a mechanical clock for a moment.

You have emoted: Gurashi nods, wriggling their nose. "It does, yes!" They too consider the clock. "I am happy to helps if you want!"

Selia says, "..."

Selia brightens a little bit.

You look at Selia hopefully.

You face lights up as you smile brightly at Selia.

Selia says, "Well! It...seems to be fine! I am not sure where these curiosities are coming from, or why it seems I am finding them only during timequakes, but I am surprised that the two are compatible!"

In a tiny, tuneful voice, you say to Selia, "Do not worry! It will not explode when you close the back, I promise."

In a tiny, tuneful voice, you say to Selia, "But the more shiny gears like that you can find - once you get nine it is AMAZINGLY strongly yes!"

You have emoted: Gurashi hops about happily.

Selia gingerly closes the back of a mechanical clock. There is a sudden noise, and she yelps and ducks to the side, but it was only a slight variation in the constant background roar of the pounding rain.

You blink.

You throw back your head as you let loose a delighted laugh.

You have emoted: Gurashi reaches out to rest a small hand on Selia's arm. "Are O-K? The storm is awfully loud still! It is not the clock! You are safe!"

You bounce up and down.

Selia blinks a couple of times as well, particularly on seeing your hand upon her arm. She pulls herself together slightly. "I-I am fine," she enthuses. She (carefully!) puts her clock away and straightens.

You beam broadly at Selia.

You have emoted: Gurashi continues to bounce up and down, beaming up at Selia as the human rises. "Gnome things are scary, yes! Even with my bigly brains I was a little nervous too - is O-K!."

In a tiny, tuneful voice, you exclaim to Selia, "Thank you for coming to me for helps!"

In a tiny, tuneful voice, you say to Selia, "Am so happy I could help, yes yes!"

Selia smiles and says, "Your service does you credit, Gurashi. I'm sure that the Supernals smile on you for it."

You have emoted: Gurashi suddenly winces as they try to throw their arms overhead, letting them drop back to their sides.

In a tiny, tuneful voice, you say to Selia, "Thank you! Many thank yous."

Selia lays a hand on your forehead, and your body tingles with a healing warmth.

In a tiny, tuneful voice, you say, "Ah--."

There is a slight pause in the rain as the storm clouds part, letting in a trickle of sunlight to cast spangled rainbows through the air as if the sky were stained glass.

Selia asks, "It...looked like you were hurt for a moment. Are your arms all right?"

You have emoted: Gurashi reaches up to touch their chest, mouth forming a little 'o' of surprise as they look up at Selia. "I was!" They blurt out, suddenly laughing as again they are awash in a familiar pale glow, now growing before Selia, rising until they stand a hair taller than the human, offering a dazed smile.

You reach out and embrace your hidden heritage of a changeling, and slowly transform into a trill.
Your race is now that of Trill.
BEHOLD I AGAIN
They are a feathered trill kindly demigod changeling. Downy plumes of vibrant orange cascade in a tumble around their head, the cluster of feathers stopping just short of their shoulders and moving at the slightest breeze. A cluster of snow-white feathers grow near their right temple. A natural mask of downy black feathers have sprouted around their eyes, covering the upper portion of their face and fading in with the colorful orange feathers at the hairline and temples. A moderately-sized, crescent-shaped scar mars their right cheek, pink where it would otherwise be black. A hint of discolored flesh can be seen at the center of their sternum, mostly obscured by their clothing. Two tufts of feathers gather where their ears would normally be, adorned by long, curling feathers that react to their mood. Their eyes are wide and inquisitive, a stunning gray that looks almost blue against the bright orange and striking black feathers. They stand just shy of six foot even, with a thin, willowy build, their skin sandy and smooth. Hanging half-limp behind them are a pair of great apricot-colored wings, the covert feathers nearest to their back the same ebony-violet as the feathers that cover their brow and cheekbones. Their wings are sleek and shiny, evidence of recent grooming efforts.
They are wearing:
a starry wreath of celestial light set atop their head like a halo
a circlet of crystal thorns resting loosely atop their head
a vivid red-orange poppy tucked lovingly behind their left ear
an ebon throwover cloak striated with lilac patterns wrapped protectively about their form
the Mantle of Starlight which flows dreamily about their shoulders and back
a breezy blue cotton tunic which hangs flatteringly from their form
mercurial Mysraian prayer beads pulled taut against their right wrist
a Glomdoring friendship bracelet which jingles softly on their left wrist
minty citrus incense beads pulled taut against their right wrist
a shifting, living poppy of bronze petals worn delicately upon their left wrist
a driftwood ring of sea breezes fitted tightly to their left middle finger
simple white linen trousers which swish around their legs freely
Refined Boots of the Paladin, worn and weathered from use.

You flap your wings excitedly at Selia, gusting the air about her.

Warbling, you say to Selia, "I gots tattoos this months, you see - big ones, on my back and my chest and WOWEE tattoos HURT Miss Selia!"

Selia says, "Oh!"

Selia lifts a hand, which begins to pulse with healing energies. "I've just the thing, then!" she exclaims.

Selia bows her head and closes her eyes, radiating a brilliant healing aura.
A warm tingle runs through your body as Selia touches two fingers to your forehead, shifting a brilliant aura to you.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Oh!" More gravely they say, "Oh! Wait, is it O-K? Does it cost powers? How can I re--."

You have emoted: Gurashi trails off on the letter "e", staring at the human, feathery ears flat as the healing energy passes from one being to the other.

You have emoted: Gurashi warbles softly. "Wowee."

With her fingers upon your forehead, Selia uses the other hand to cover a faint smile. "This is what I do," she replies, sounding at once amused and pleased.

Muffled laughter echoes from somewhere outside.

You have emoted: Gurashi's wings flap, and they wince, biting their lower lip. "That feels already muchly better. Miss Aeldra saw I was hurting waaay worsely earlier so she let me take a HEALY baths," They quickly explain as Selia heals them, "But then she told me that because I was not staying longer maybe I should find another healer and she actually SAID you by name and so I was going to talk to you a-ny-way abouts it and here you are anyways so it works out well THANK you many thank yous."

All of this, all at once, is a bit much for Selia to assimilate immediately. She blinks a couple times as she processes it. "A...um." is her reply, at least at first.

Selia thinks to herself: I'm surprised that Aeldra would have mentioned ME by name. I'm not such a great healer...

Selia eventually manages a smile.

You have emoted: Gurashi warbles softly, staring at Selia, watching her face curiously.

Selia says, "Of course! I'm happy to have been recommended at all! Er, if, you're sure that's sufficient?"

You have emoted: Gurashi reaches up and pulls at the front of their tunic, peeking down beneath it. "It is much less red and it hurts muchly less," They explain, then grin. "Thank you!"

Spidery fingers of crimson lightning flash across the tumultuous skies, gripping the parapets of Deep Blue Cathedral like the hand of an angry god before letting go.

You have emoted: Gurashi jumps at the lightning strike, plumage ruffling up to make them briefly twice their size before they relax once more.

Grinning, you say to Selia, "The aches is worths it. Guess what got tattoos of! Guess!"

Selia thinks to herself: Hmm...do I know her well enough to speculate what kinds of things she'd want tattooed on herself...?

After a speculative pause, Selia says, "...Raziela, perhaps?"

Your wings flap excitedly behind you.

You have emoted: Gurashi grins a little wider. "Oh no! Is it that obvious!" They gently pat their chest. "I did! I got she and some birdies, I did!"

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "It will be all A-O-K before next months, yes!"

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Maybe sooner - it feels so much better now!"

Selia says, "Oh, well, I...I-I only guessed that because you had mentioned that she was your favourite of the Supernals, is all! I...wouldn't say it was obvious!"

Selia smiles and says, "Whether you had a tattoo of her or not, I'm sure I've told you before that she is as you are, in many ways."

Your shoulders bunch as you let out a short giggle.

Warbling happily, you say, "It is hard to find a tattooist, honestly. Not many peoples takes the professions, or practice it muchly when they do."

You have emoted: Gurashi traces a finger over their own collarbone thoughtfully. "Realized, so many of my own tattoos were still very Wyrden in nature, from my time in the Forest ... now that is a tattooist around, ahhh. Could not say no. Time for a change."

You have emoted: Gurashi bristles. "Forgot how muchly it hurt though yeeeow. B-but it is all fine now!"

You flail about helplessly.

Selia adjusts her glasses after they are knocked askew by the blowing air. This in turn magnifies the effect when she blinks a couple of times, as her eyes look that much larger.

In a surprised hush, Selia says, "You...used to be aligned with the Southern Forest?"

You have emoted: Gurashi suddenly gives Selia a bittersweet smile. "I grew up there, Miss."

You beam broadly.

You sense the sweeping gaze of Tridemon looking upon you.

Your melodic voice sings into Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters's mind, "My dear one!"

This makes Selia blink a couple of more times.

You cough softly.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Apologies."

Ducking beneath a nearby window ledge, a brown-furred rat shakes their bristled fur in an attempt to become dry once more. Having failed, they slink away into the nooks and crannies of the city.

In a shocked sputter, Selia says, "I-i never would have g-guessed."

You throw back your head as you let loose a delighted laugh.

Selia thinks to herself: Maybe I was wrong about that place, if such as Gurashi can come from there. . .?

Laughing, you say to Selia, "Most people are surprised! I have only lived in the city truthfully for a couple decades." They shuffle. "Most of my life was spent there, yes, if can believe. I was their Cultural Minister, cartel masters for foodses... it was a goodly time, yes, if can be-lieve."

Selia says, "What...c-constitutes a good time, by the standards of such a place?"

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

Selia thinks to herself: I'd imagine...rending flesh, snapping bone, screaming, disease, blood...

You have emoted: Gurashi doesn't answer, feathery ears rising at Tridemon's arrival. "Ah!"

Warbling happily, you say to Tridemon, "Dear one dear one! I would hug you but I am still sore!"

Eagerly, you say to Tridemon, "I will pat you a lot instead."

Tridemon reaches over and ruffles your hair with a fond expression.

You have emoted: Gurashi rests their hands gently on Tridemon's shoulders, patting him many times, wings flapping eagerly. "Miss Selia helped heal me though! So did Miss Aeldra! Miss Calfuray gave me new tattoos! I gots a Miss Raziela one!" They explain excitedly.

A flurry of blackthorn petals arrives from the northwest, thorny vines sprouting within the floral cloud and twining together to form the body of Esei, riding Dusan, the coruscant.

"...Nice to see you," Selia says to Tridemon, a little subdued.

Dazedly, you say, "It has been such a long months already! I cannot believes all that has happened already! Ah, how am I going to sleep..."

You have emoted: Gurashi continues to ramble on quietly to either Tridemon or themselves, warbling something about a cocoon, a book, big feelies and an exploding gnomeweapon. And then they see Esei and point. "Ah!"

You see the following people here:
Tridemon, Esei, Selia, Gurashi.

Your wings flap excitedly behind you.

You wince in pain.

Happily, you say, "Hi!"

In an airy, melodic voice, you exclaim, "Oh wowee lookit all these peoples I like! Wowee!"

Esei blinks slowly.

You have emoted: Gurashi warbles and sways in place, leaning from one foot to the other. "Hi!"

Selia glances around in confusion.

With an ethereal, smoky lilt, Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk whispers, "Hello."

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 close your eyes and inhale deeply, absorbing the scent of your surroundings.

Esei tilts their head curiously at you.

Whispering, you say, "I am excited, sorry."

Esei gives a cat of black ink to you.

Selia says to you, "Ah, perhaps they've come to...I'd heard that there was some sort of horror that needed to be attacked?" <-- everyone was killing the cloier IIRC I totally got sidetracked

Tridemon stretches a bit, rubbing one eye. "Still kind of waking up, mm."

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says to Selia, "'lo."

You have emoted: Gurashi turns back to Selia, wings twitching. "I thinks they got it," They explain, accepting the cat Esei has handed them, holding her with only the mildest of grimaces, petting the cat. "I will tell you about it sometime, O-K? But now is not that time."

You beam broadly.

You pet a cat of black ink ingratiatingly.
A cat of black ink purrs softly as she butts her head into Gurashi's hand.

Selia nods her head at you, showing her acceptance.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say to Tridemon, "Miss Selia's clock is SUPER STRONG."

With an ethereal, smoky lilt, Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk whispers, "Yes, the cloier was slain."

Selia says, "Oh, um...c-certainly! A time and a place for...all things...er..."

You face lights up as you smile brightly at Selia.

Selia thinks to herself: Suddenly, there's too many people here...I'm feeling anxious.

You have emoted: Gurashi reaches out with one hand, touching Selia's arm again. "Thank you so muchly for letting me come helps you with the gnomey clock things! And for healing me."

A hint of her prior bright smile returning, Selia says, "Oh, um, sure! It's the reason I studied healing in the first place, a-after all!"

You face lights up as you smile brightly at Selia.

In an airy, melodic voice, you exclaim to Selia, "Is anything else I can do for you? Any kindnesses? Am going to catch up here with my family yes yes, if is O-K, I thinks! Since they have come here to give me cats and head ruffles yes." They warble happily. "You are welcome to stay but do not have to!"

You pet a cat of black ink ingratiatingly.
A cat of black ink purrs softly as she butts her head into Gurashi's hand.

Selia says, "Ah, actually, I...think I should be going!"

Esei's hand raises to gently pat you on the head.

Selia glances around for a moment.

Your shoulders bunch as you let out a short giggle.

You face lights up as you smile brightly at Selia.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say to Selia, "Thank you, many thank yous."

Eventually, Selia's gaze falls onto a pure white gryphon with cloudy wings of ethereal mist.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say to Selia, "I cannot do hugs to-day, am sorry."

In an airy, melodic voice, you say to Selia, "So I will give you many pats too if you would like."

Selia says, "Um, yes, it's time to feed Sorath, it must be; he has been waiting patiently for some time!"

Tridemon tilts his head curiously at Selia.

You nod your head sagely.

Selia grins sheepishly, averting her eyes from you.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says to Selia, "... you alright?"

You bunch your shoulders as you giggle softly at Esei.

Selia says to you, "It's, it's really fine, um, I'm happy to help!"

You face lights up as you smile brightly at Selia.

Esei tells you, "** though they, with their furrowed brows and slightly narrowed eyes and down-turned lips, look angry at first, you realize Esei's expression is actually that of intense concentration as they pat your head. **."

You have emoted: Gurashi leans a little into Esei's patting hand, their ears flat, smiling still between Selia and Tridemon.

Happily, you ask, "Stay goodly and kind, yes?"

Selia exclaims, "Yes, yes! Certainly!"

Selia easily vaults onto the back of a pure white gryphon with cloudy wings of ethereal mist.

You eyes light up as you smile.

You have emoted: Gurashi lets out a little warbling coo, considering Esei's intense expression. With upmost seriousness they reach up and gently boop the faeling on the nose.

Esei blinks.

Selia whispers, "I, um, anyway! Must be going!"

Esei's nose wrinkles delicately.

Tridemon waves goodbye at Selia.

Selia flashes Tridemon a joyous smile.

Selia, riding a pure white gryphon with cloudy wings of ethereal mist, leaves to the northwest.
With a fierce cry, a pure white gryphon flaps his cloudy wings of ethereal mist and flies off to the northwest.
You sense the passage of Selia to the northwest with a fluffy pair of ursine ears.

You eyes light up as you smile.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "She is so nice."

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says to you, "Selia seems a nervous sort."

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "She healed me without me even asking..."

You nod your head at Tridemon.

You have emoted: Gurashi quirks their mouth to the side. "Just before you came in, she had found out I was from the Glomdoring - she did not know."

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "That was as far as the conversations got." Their smile fades a little as they look back to the door. "I hope did not surprise her too muchly..."

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "She was VERY surprised..."

Esei glances aside, face smoothing into something neutral and inscrutable.

Perking up, you say, "She is really nice, though! She is so friendly and helpful."

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "She discovered a gnomeweapons at a quake! Found it in the dirts!"

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "We helped figure out how to works it! Was showing her how to add gearboxes, yes yes! Doing it in the forge, so as not to blow up the library."

You throw back your head as you let loose a delighted laugh.

Selia has left the realm of Lusternia.

In an airy, melodic voice, you ask, "...how're you two?"

You tilt your head and listen intently to Tridemon.
You tilt your head and listen intently to Esei.

Esei blinks.

With an ethereal, smoky lilt, Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk whispers, "Contemplative."

In an airy, melodic voice, you ask, "'bout what?"

You look at Tridemon hopefully.

Esei ponders the situation.

With an ethereal, smoky lilt, Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk whispers, "I've not decided."

You have emoted: Gurashi leans away from Esei now, stepping up to Tridemon, looking up at the lucidian hopefully.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say to Tridemon, "Hi I missed you."

Your wings flap excitedly behind you.

You wince in pain.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Ow, must not do that."

Your eyes raise to the heavens as a look of hope flashes across your face.

Esei tilts their head curiously at you.

With an ethereal, smoky lilt, Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk whispers, "Do what?"

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Flaaappyyyy."

With an ethereal, smoky lilt, Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk whispers, "Why not?"

Virescent lightning tears storm clouds into tatters as it arcs downward and strikes the top of Cassis Cornuta Tower with fulminating sparks.

You have emoted: Gurashi blinks as they look up at Tridemon, bouncing before him. "I got tattoos," They explain. "New ones on my chest 'n back and it is soooore."

Esei hums thoughtfully.

Esei pats you in a friendly manner.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say to Esei, "I tooks a," They look left, then right, then lean forward to whisper, "-bath- in Miss Aeldra's healing bathhouses, yes, because was soooo uncomfortables."

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

You lean against Tridemon, eyes half-closing.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks up adoringly at Tridemon, not unlike a puppy vying for attention. Their ears twitch.

With an ethereal, smoky lilt, Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk whispers, "I believe I have something that needs doing. Be well."

Esei pats you in a friendly manner.

Skeletal white blossoms flower along the flesh of Esei, riding Dusan, the coruscant, as their body splits apart into a blizzard of blackthorn petals that leave to the northwest.

You blink.

You have emoted: Gurashi puffs their cheeks, then slowly looks up at Tridemon, hopeful.

You flap your wings excitedly at Tridemon, gusting the air about him.

You wince in pain.

Tridemon reaches over and ruffles your hair with a fond expression.