"You, however, have exceeded them."

<<Auguries>>: Rancoura says, "Might you come to me for a few moments?"

You shed wyrden demigod form and flow as a spirit through the verdant leaves, embracing the physical once more and arrive at between the branches of a fallen tree.
Between the branches of a fallen tree.
A thick cover of clouds obscures the sky in a sheet of dense white. A thick net of branches form a barely stable platform to traverse between the northwestern banks of the dell and the fallen tree that spans the length of the ditch. Sharp twigs move quickly to swing at anything that passes through, scratching and clawing. Few leaves grow here, those that remain having become brown and shrivelled long ago. Sprays of chervil cover the forest floor. Lovely coltsfoot carpets the forest floor. A sedge of galingale is firmly planted in the forest floor. A marjoram bush flourishes here, spreading its delicate scent. Shadowy mists and blackthorn blossoms obscure a shrine of dark black crystal that stands here. A mature hemlock tree stands proudly here. Casting darkness all around, a shadow totem thrusts up from the ground, chilling the air. Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel stands here, an unnatural silence clinging to her like a shroud. She wields the graceful black-crystal athame of the Silent Umbra in her left hand.
There are no obvious exits.

You bow respectfully to Rancoura.

Rancoura inclines her head politely to you.

You fold your hands neatly on your lap and give Rancoura your undivided attention.

Rancoura stands statuesquely with her own hands clasped, fingers intertwined. A violet swath of colour seeps through her azure-jewelled gaze as it comes to rest upon you.

The sound of a distant scream echoes between the trees, only to be suddenly cut short.

In smooth, silken tones, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers to you, "I am pleased to hear that you have reconsidered your future within the Covenant, Auspice."

ou have emoted: Esei ducks their head subtly for just a moment at the acknowledgement.

Her words melodic despite their intensity, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers to you, "I would not have thought, particularly after all this time, that the question of 'why' my previous offer was extended would require answering by mine voice, for your own dedication cannot be so veiled from your own perception."

In smooth, silken tones, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers to you, "Humility can be beneficial, however; yet in some instances, it is an obstruction."

Many small, glowing red eyes peer out at you from beneath the trees, only to vanish moments later.

You nod solemnly.

In smooth, silken tones, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers to you, "Particularly when it stands in the way of achieving one's full potential, of achieving Amalgam, of engendering glory for our beloved Wyrd."

Softly, you say, "I know this."

A delicate rising to her chin, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers to you, "My existence spans centuries, Auspice. I have seen many souls pass through the Glomdoring; some ingrain themselves well, others lose their grasp quickly. I have witnessed these events within the Fallen Coven, and within the Augural Covenant. My impressions of such spirits are seldom incorrect; you, however, have exceeded them."

** Cue me crying irl. **

A shift of her wings sending whispering echoes through the air as shadow-threads flit away from them, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers to you, "Perhaps it is the transcendence of the Oathbound which has encouraged a personal awakening within your spirit, of yourself. Regardless, I am pleased that you have come to see in yourself a portion of what I have seen."

In smooth, silken tones, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers to you, "The Paths are in need of guidance, which I cannot always provide along with the other demands of my own tah'vrai. You may choose to focus upon one, or you may choose to aid with the leadership of the Oathbound and the Cult -- or the Sagitta and the Oracles, should Arcum Skarde and Spinner Afollia welcome it."

In smooth, silken tones, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers to you, "The choice is yours; I would merely encourage you to shift towards that which you are most drawn."

You nod solemnly.

You have recognised Rancoura for: [redacted, thanking Rancoura]

[Guild stuff]

You have emoted: Esei ducks their head slightly. "Thank you for the opportunity."

You have been recognised by Rancoura for: [redacted, reassurance]