Zitto's Rite of Marythen

You have emoted: Lief glances about the gathering appraisingly, then rifles through the clothes she carries. "We have enough," she muses, "for everyone to ask one question." She looks up and beams. "This is wonderful!"

Zitto regards the gathering crowd with a friendly smile.

You have emoted: Lief wings about the gathering, pressing a scarf into each Mayflower's hands, save for Zitto's own.

With a smile brimming with warmth, you give a bright red scarf with an embossed tulip to Regent Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon.

Smiling warmly, you give a bright orange scarf with an embossed tiger lily to Unscarred Naevari.

Her eyes glimmering with floral colors, you give a bright green scarf with an embossed carnation to Taemira.

Elexia reaches her hands from where they were folded behind her to accept a bright red scarf with an embossed tulip. She scrunches her fingers slightly into the cloth, tilting her head as she examines the apparel. A soft, smile is upon her lips.

Passing the fabric gently into her hands, smiling, you give a bright blue scarf with an embossed forget-me-not to Wodewose Faythe.

Her eyes dancing with brightness, you give a bright purple scarf with an embossed violet to Wodewose Tyrus.

Tyrus inclines his head politely to you.

Faythe's eyes widen suddenly as she looks down at a bright blue scarf with an embossed forget-me-not in her hands. Gently, she brushes her fingertips over the embossed forget-me-not, tracing its outline with a soft smile.

You have emoted: For herself, Lief retains a bright yellow scarf with an embossed daffodil, which she keeps draped over the sleeves of her kimono as she turns to look at Zitto, hovering near the gathered group. "Whenever you are ready," she encourages Zitto. "We begin on your time, not ours."

Elexia's violet eyes study Zitto now, her visage serene.

Naevari takes a bright orange scarf with an embossed tiger lily gingerly in his dirt-stained hands and gazes down in it silence, his eyes distant and glazed as though he's deep in thought.

Zitto nods to you. "I am ready," he says with a smile.

You have emoted: Lief nods toward Zitto, her smile still lingering, though an air of expectation becomes her as she waits.

Faythe looks up from a bright blue scarf with an embossed forget-me-not in her hands, absently twisting it in her fingers as she turns her gaze to Zitto quietly.

A queer sounding cry announces the arrival of a jaunty clockwork mockingbird. Pausing mid flight, it flings a torn piece of notepad paper in your direction with an mocking, "Deliver! Deeeeeliver! Tureee! Tureee!".

A wry smile spreads across your face.

A jaunty clockwork mockingbird rises in a blur of brilliant blue metal, releasing a queer call as it takes off in flight.

Elexia's hand reaches up to her mouth to conceal her expression a moment, and she looks very strained. She then lowers her hands, still holding the scarf.

Zitto takes a step towards the gathered crowd and announces, "I am Yneli, and I have discovered that I am more than I knew I was."

With Zitto's words, Naevari finally lifts his gaze from a bright orange scarf with an embossed tiger lily, turning it onto the Hallifaxian instead now, where it lingers quietly while he listens to the faeling speak.

You have emoted: Lief bows her antlered head low toward Zitto, then turns toward Elexia, bearer of the red scarf, and smiles.

Her butterfly wings stirring in sunset bursts of crimson and purple, Elexia is carried aloft. She flutters purposefully over to hover before Zitto, her violet eyes studying him with curiousity. Upon her wings, brief bursts of yellow intermingle the other colours. "It brings me great joy to see you stand here before us today, Zitto." Then, she cants her head, asking, "How do you reconcile a oneness with the Collective you cherish, with your Communion in Marythen? How will your bonds grow?"

You have emoted: Lief's eyes shift from Elexia, and she watches Zitto. Thoughtful, piercing colors permeate her gaze, trickling in sunflower yellows and pale, musing blues.

Lord Zitto Shevat, a Servant Renewed says, "I think there is nothing to reconcile. My loyalty to the Collective gives me an obligation to attend to the well-being and personal growth of my comrades. I am better able to serve them for having partaken in Communion with the Mayflowers. Likewise, I am better able to serve my fellow Mayflowers for all my years of experience as part of the Collective."

Elexia dips her head upon hearing the answer, and her placid expression brightens briefly with a smile. "May your bonds grow ever-stronger, and your Communion be your strength," she chimes. In a swift motion, she flutters behind Zitto and then about his opposite shoulder, draping a bright red scarf with an embossed tulip in the process.

Elexia lifts a bright red scarf with an embossed tulip and carefully places it upon Zitto.

The scarf now draped about Zitto, Elexia returns her previous spot near the wall. She alights there, straightening her posture and returning her hands to their position behind her back.

You have emoted: Lief smiles with warmth as she nods toward Elexia, a hint of pride in her expression. She then turns to Naevari, with the orange scarf, and nods. Her hands tug at a bright yellow scarf with an embossed daffodil, carried over her forearms, as her gaze becomes contemplative.

Naevari meets your nod with his own slow, silent one.

Elexia's smile widens for a brief moment as she catches your gaze, before she returns to her serene expression. She turns her attention to Naevari, next.

Tyrus stands patiently, hands clasped, one atop the other, waiting.

Naevari steps forward, a bright orange scarf with an embossed tiger lily cradled delicately between his hands. His eyes flit between Zitto's, soft and placid, aglow with a gentle, quiet warmth. Finally, short moment later, he speaks. "I don't doubt that you meant what you said in answer to Elexia's question, and I'm certain you're right that, for the moment, there is no conflict for you. Yet even so, the tensions between city and commune do rise and fall, and it's hard not to see how your devotion to our Lady might eventually split your duties in an irreconcilable way." He pauses, offering Zitto a faint, wry, apologetic smile. "If that happens, what will you do?"

The sweet voice of Kavindra rises through the Temple of Maylea, singing of peace and hope, joy and forgiveness.

You have emoted: Lief's ears twitch to Kavindra's sweet song as she sways in the air, focused upon Zitto.

Faythe watches Naevari and Zitto, waiting in silence for the faeling's reply.

A gentle peahen crowned with a tufted crest of fiery yellow lifts her head to the sky and makes a resonant, honking call.

You have emoted: Lief flashes a gentle peahen crowned with a tufted crest of fiery yellow a brief but merry smile.

A gentle peahen crowned with a tufted crest of fiery yellow shakes her head, causing the crest feathers to swing back and forth.

Zitto considers the question for quite some time, his brow furrowed in thought and a frown upon his face. Finally, he answers, "The Commune is not our Lady Maylea, and its temporary rivalries are not tied to the same cycle as Her enduring wisdom. Even should the worst of wars occur, I refuse and have refused to bear arms in the conflicts between the great powers of the Basin. Short of a demand from our Lady Herself, or from the Board of Directors, there are none who have the right to force my hand. If it is forced..." He pauses, looking at the ground for a time. Eventually he looks back up, directly at you, and concludes, "I know well to whom my heart belongs."

Faythe smiles softly.

You have emoted: Lief's eyes meet Zitto's gaze, and they sparkle with a myriad of colors, each of them vivid and bright, her fingers stilling upon a bright yellow scarf with an embossed daffodil.

The ghost of a smile passes Tyrus's lips, a fleeting sign of approval, but his stoic expression returns once more as the ritual continues.

Taemira listens quietly in rapt fascination and delight.

Naevari too dips his head in response to Zitto's answer. "A fine answer, Zitto," he acknowledges gently. "May your resolve to pursue peace never waver, and may you remember your duty as you continue to grow." And then, without raising his gaze once more, the small elfen lifts a bright orange scarf with an embossed tiger lily and prepares to put it on Zitto.

Naevari lifts a bright orange scarf with an embossed tiger lily and carefully places it upon Zitto.

Naevari lifts his gaze and offers Zitto a faint smile before stepping back to join the others once more.

Faythe smiles quietly at Naevari as he rejoins the group, before turning her attention to see who will proceed next.

You have emoted: Lief's expression is one of approval. She nods toward Naevari, then, as the Mayflower with a bright yellow scarf with an embossed daffodil, she wings forward, wings stirring the fragrant incense wafting in the meditation chamber. Her feet settle gently upon the tiled floor before Zitto, and for him, she quietly smiles.

You think to yourself: You are doing so well, my love.

Zitto tells you, "I love you, my dear."

You tell Lord Zitto Shevat, a Servant Renewed, "How I love you."

You have emoted: Lief spreads a bright yellow scarf with an embossed daffodil between her fingers, holding it before herself, and she searches Zitto's eyes for several moments.

You think to yourself: Bend, but do not break.

Finally speaking, her voice gentle as the springtime flowers bestrewn about her antlers, you ask Zitto, "What is the greatest lesson you have learned from your past, and how will it guide you on your path?"

Zitto does not take much time to consider this question, as if he knew the answer already. "Hope. The man I used to be thought this world was beyond saving, that all that was left to us was to make the best of our place in a dying world. Now I see that our world can be saved, and hope guides my actions as I strive to be part of an ever-better world."

You have emoted: Lief hesitates, her eyes glinting as she studies Zitto, her calloused fingertips caressing a bright yellow scarf with an embossed daffodil between them.

After a few heartbeats spent in thoughtful quiet, you say to Zitto, "Hope is a good answer. I wonder how it was learned."

You think to yourself: One does not learn hope in the merriest of times.

Zitto once more looks directly at you before closing his eyes in thought. His lips move almost imperceptibly, as if he were speaking to himself.

Zitto tells you, "I learned hope from you, my love. I saw a dying world, and then I saw your light and knew I had been wrong."

You have emoted: Lief's eyes are quiet upon Zitto - they are filled with warmth, a warmth which blankets the inquisitive pierce that otherwise betrays her as she takes one small, barefoot step closer.

You tell Lord Zitto Shevat, a Servant Renewed, "Our Lady is ever my guiding light, but my hope is something I found within myself amongst the darkest of my days."

You tell Lord Zitto Shevat, a Servant Renewed, "I hear the meaning behind your words, though. You need not speak it."

You have emoted: Finally, Lief's gaze softens, and she yields a bright yellow scarf with an embossed daffodil to Zitto, her wings humming to lift her and grant her reach.

You lift a bright yellow scarf with an embossed daffodil and carefully place it upon Zitto.

You have emoted: As she hovers before Zitto, draping the scarf about his shoulders, Lief murmurs for him, "May you always find hope within yourself, and without."

You have emoted: Lief finally draws back, her smile regaining its fondness, and she wings back to the gathered Mayflowers.

Elexia's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

You have emoted: Lief's hands clasp before herself as she looks to Taemira with warm expectation.

Smiling joyfully, Taemira takes a few steps forward as she studies Zitto intently for several moments. She straightens herself to stand a little taller, golden wings of Celestia folding lightly upon her back, and her smile fades a bit more serious expression. Despite that her sea-foam green eyes sparkle with mischief, "Well, now that the easy questions are out of the way, shall we get to the deeper ones?" Taemira gives a long pause, just enough to potentially cause Zitto to squirm, before continuing, "Beyond the bonds of our Order, what brings you the greatest joy. What color does it bring forth?"

You have emoted: Lief lifts one hand from her lap to conceal a grin.

Amusement sparkles in Elexia's eyes, and she hides a grin of her own.

Faythe ducks her head to hide her smile, hair swinging forward briefly as she grins to herself.

Naevari looks on placidly, his eyes full of quiet curiosity.

Lord Zitto Shevat, a Servant Renewed says, "Lief is the chief joy of my heart. By my love for her, I am made more than myself. She is a poem that eases me when I am troubled, and song that drives me ever to new heights. I cannot say which color she brings forth, for she brings forth the rainbow."

Wodewose Faythe murmurs, "'beyond your bonds of the order'..."

Zitto coughs softly.

You have emoted: Lief shakes her antlered head, her eyes sparkling merrily. "We stand together with our Lady," she says aloud, lowering her hand back to her lap. "What else?"

The faintest hint of a wry smile tugs at Naevari's lips as he continues watch silently.

Laughter in her very words, you say to Taemira, "Do not yield the green scarf to him until he lets us know what else may bring him joy."

Faythe glances up at Zitto from behind the curtain of her hair, still grinning.

Lord Zitto Shevat, a Servant Renewed says, "Outside the order, my chief joy is this: that there are books left to write, and that I have the talent to write them."

Taemira bites her lip, fighting to suppress the grin that desperately seeks freedom.

You grin mischievously at Zitto.

The corners of Faythe's mouth turn up as she grins mischievously.

Lord Zitto Shevat, a Servant Renewed says, "None-the-less, those books may find themselves dedicated to Lief."

Taemira says, "And the color it brings forth?"

Elexia's muffled giggles into her hand quiet, only to suddenly erupt again. She now clamps both hands over her mouth.

You have emoted: Lief covers a laugh with her hand once more, though her eyes glitter with powerful affection as she regards Zitto.

With a deep breath or two, Elexia is able to regain her composure. Her butterfly wings flutter thrice, and then she is still.

You think to yourself: He fills my heart to bursting...!

Eyes distant and glazed over, Naevari lifts a hand to tug at the wisps of hair clinging awkwardly to his chin.

Lord Zitto Shevat, a Servant Renewed says, "The blue of watery depths, for there is so much left unplumbed. So many things yet to be explored and considered and explained and considered again."

You have emoted: Lief's hand once more rejoins the other, her face nearly split in twain by her smile.

Taemira loses the fight and not only grins, but breaks out into joyous laughter, "May you days ever be filled with the scent of fresh books, eagerly awaiting what tales your hand might coax forth upon their leaves with the mere touch of ink and quill." With that she gives her golden wings the softest flick to carry her to Zitto and places the bright green scarf around him.

Taemira lifts a bright green scarf with an embossed carnation and carefully places it upon Zitto.

Brushing her hair away from her face and over her shoulder, Faythe looks up at Zitto and Taemira.

You have emoted: Lief's smile is broad and true as she smiles at Taemira, her antlered head nodding in approval.

Elexia's serene expression bursts into a smile which spreads from ear-to-pointed-ear, and she nods her affirmation.

You have emoted: Lief's attention turns from Taemira, and she nods toward Faythe with the blue scarf, her smile still broad and warm.

Faythe nods her head at you.

The skirts of a rich gown of emerald velvet rustle softly as Faythe steps forward, approaching Zitto from her place within the gathered Mayflowers. She comes to a stop before him, considering him for a moment as she rubs her thumb idly over a bright blue scarf with an embossed forget-me-not in her hands. "Zitto. As a Yneli moving to Marythen, we are encouraged to embrace that we are greater than we ever knew we were..." She smiles slowly at him as she speaks. "Strictly in the terms of *your* identity, *your* own mind, and no one else - do you truly believe this of yourself and do you think you may take this to heart in all aspects of your life?"

The tips of Elexia's pointed ears twitch, and she regards Zitto with curiousity. Her lips twitch upwards briefly.

You have emoted: Lief cants her antlered head as she looks from Faythe to Zitto, her smile fading into something thoughtful. Warm, but thoughtful.

You think to yourself: The Teahouse...

Lord Zitto Shevat, a Servant Renewed says, "I am renewed. If we leave aside the causes, then yes, I am still more than I was before. I know this to be true, and I feel it in all that I do."

You have emoted: Lief's gaze searches Zitto's face with that answer. She hesitates, and then she nods.

You think to yourself: If he says something like what he said to Daraius in the future, I shall have solid ground on which to object.

Faythe tells you, "I wonder if I should ask him to elaborate a little more on that question..."

Faythe tells you, "That answer, rather."

You tell Wodewose Faythe, "Ask him for a moment when he recognized this, perhaps."

Faythe tells you, "I feel like I shall know what he will say!"

You tell Wodewose Faythe, "Ah, truly?"

Faythe's lips quirk as she asks of Zitto, "Can you provide an example of the moment you felt you were more than you were, again in your own mind?"

Faythe tells you, "I feel as though he will use his love for you as his response, based on past thoughts voiced from himself."

You think to yourself: How I love him. How I love every single Mayflower here as well, for challenging him.

Faythe tells you, "Which is not a bad thing, simply a testament to your strong bond for each other."

Again, a faint, wry smile tugs at Naevari's lips.

You tell Wodewose Faythe, "Ah - goodness, yes - but your instinct, and everyone's here, is right. We should not be hearing of me, for we know I am wonderful! We should be hearing of him."

Zitto grins at Faythe. "Was one answer not enough?" he asks teasingly. Nonetheless, after a brief pause, he adds, "I feel it when I write. There is a new life to me. New ideas. I am forever working on bringing something new into being."

Zitto's answer brings a gentle smile to Elexia's lips, and she dips her head.

You have emoted: Lief flashes Zitto a grin - warm and fierce.

Zitto tells you, "My dear, have you been coaching them?"

You tell Lord Zitto Shevat, a Servant Renewed, "Oh, no. I only showed them it is quite all right to hold out on giving a scarf until they are satisfied!"

You tell Lord Zitto Shevat, a Servant Renewed, "You, my dearest heart, have been evading questions, and so I am proud of them. And I am proud of you."

Faythe's eyes sparkle in amusement at Zitto. She dips her head once in acceptance of his answer, and then lifts a bright blue scarf with an embossed forget-me-not and drapes it around his neck. She then slides a hand into a pine coloured ranger's cloak, pulling out a tulip of golden beryl from beneath its folds. "May you never forget that you are more than you believe yourself to be," she says to him softly, pressing the flower into his hands.

Faythe lifts a bright blue scarf with an embossed forget-me-not and carefully places it upon Zitto.

Wrapping his fingers around it, Faythe gives a tulip of golden beryl to Lord Zitto Shevat, a Servant Renewed.

Faythe smiles once more at Zitto, before stepping backwards from him, resuming her place amongst the others.

Elexia raises ever-so-slightly on the balls of her her feet as she flashes Faythe a bright smile.

You have emoted: Lief bows her antlered head toward Faythe, her eyes dancing with warmth, and then she turns her attention to Tyrus with the final scarf.

Naevari likewise glances aside to offer Faythe a faint smile of his own.

Faythe's gaze darts from you and Elexia, her expression mischievous. She winks at Naevari once, and then glances to watch Tyrus and Zitto.

Pulling a large tome from his pack Tyrus moves to stand before Zitto, giving Zitto a long, appraising look. He then begins thumbing through the heavy tome cradled in his arms, pages flipping back and forth in rapidity. Without looking up, he says "It seems you have answered all questions so far presented to you." He pauses suddenly, brow furrowed in consternation. More pages flip by in a whirl. "There is just one small matter of processing your paperwork." Tyrus holds out his hand expectantly, his gaze never leaving the pages.

Glancing wryly at Tyrus, you hide a grin behind your hand.

Lord Zitto Shevat, a Servant Renewed says, "There's no need for paperwork. I think you will find that I have a permit."

A look of surprise flits across Elexia's features, and her hands leap to her lips to muffle her mirthful laughter.

You have emoted: Lief laughs into her hand which covers her mouth.

Zitto takes a tidy little notepad from a parafilament wallet.

A wry smile spreads across Naevari's face.

Faythe covers her face with her hands, turning away as she stifles a peal of laughter.

Zitto scribbles a few notes on a simple brown notepad.

Zitto swiftly rips a page from a simple brown notepad.

Zitto gives a torn piece of notepad paper to Wodewose Tyrus.

Lord Zitto Shevat, a Servant Renewed says, "I think you will find it is all in order."

==-=-=-=-=-=-=-
You read what is written on a torn piece of notepad paper:
Zitto does what he likes - Zitto
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

You have emoted: Lief looks curiously from Zitto to Tyrus, her eyes sparkling with curious merriment.

Tyrus looks up in surprise. He slams the book shut with unnecessary force. "Oh, good, I did not think you'd look through Appendix J, Subsection IV, Paragraph 12, footnote 2.1c. Most Yneli would miss it." He snatches the paper and reads it aloud with the air of a fussy librarian:.

If not for the golden wings, Taemira would now be on the ground, rolling in laughter, "Did he just pull out a notepad of permits and sign it himself?"

Leaning over slightly to whisper, Regent Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon says to Taemira, "Is that... Is that how permits work in Hallifax?"

Faythe's shoulders shake as she attempts to keep herself quiet, but cannot, laughter escaping from behind her fingers. She peeks through them at Zitto and Tyrus.

You have emoted: Lief abruptly laughs again, and laughs, her arms hugging herself.

Taemira says to Elexia, "I have no idea to be honest, but I am greatly amused!"

A mischievous look fills Elexia's violet eyes as her lips turn in a pixie's grin.

Tyrus purses his lips. "It says - 'Zitto does what he likes.'"

Lord Zitto Shevat, a Servant Renewed says, "And it's signed by a Peer of Hallifax!"

Lord Zitto Shevat, a Servant Renewed says, "A minister, even!"

You have emoted: Lief's opinion is useless - she just keeps laughing.

Naevari once more lifts a hand to tug at his beard. This time, though, he does it more forcefully, canting his head to the side all the while, an uncertain, quizzical smile on his face.

Faythe lowers her hands from her face, musingly asking aloud, "Nepotism?"

Faythe's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Tyrus stares at Zitto implacably, rolls his eyes and shoves the paper into a random page of the tome. "Oh, very well!" he huffs with all the exasperation of a Librarian who has been doing this job -far- too long. Tucking the tome into his pack once more and grabbing the scarf in hand, he says, "Zitto, may all your paperwork be ever in order."

Tyrus lifts a bright purple scarf with an embossed violet and carefully places it upon Zitto.

Elexia's mad giggling begins anew, so much so that she is forced to wipe the tears from her violet eyes. Splashes and bursts of yellow swirl across the purple portions of her wings before dissipating.

You have emoted: Tyrus's words bring a new peal of laughter from Lief's body, hunched over as she grips her middle.

You have emoted: Lief takes several moments to calm herself - to bring herself to straighten again. Even when she does, she cannot help giggling to herself now and again, her gaze expectant upon Zitto - her eyes filled with a mad, chaotic jumble of merry colors.

Zitto looks to you as if expecting permission or direction.

Taemira beams brightly as she gazes around at everyone gathered, a sense of seren peace and joy splayed over her countenance.

You have emoted: Covering her mouth and biting back another giggle, Lief nods to Zitto.

Faythe quietly pulls a small bouquet of flowers from beneath a pine coloured ranger's cloak.

You think to yourself: I will marry this man.

Whatever expression of puzzlement still lingered on Naevari's face fades, and he glances over at Tyrus, his lips parting around an uncharacteristically broad grin of amusement.

Zitto looks at his gathered friends with a smile on his face. Covered in scarves, he is by now a rainbow of colors, and he enthusiastically announces, "I am a Mayflower, and I will continue to discover that I am more than I know I am."

You give Zitto a wild cheer!

Faythe gives Zitto a wild cheer!

Elexia cheers loudly, hooping and hollering as she hops in the air and pumps her fist.

You graciously grant Zitto entrance into the Divine Order of Maylea, Bloom of Serenity.

Meeting Zitto's eyes, you rest your hand over your heart in greeting, sensing the link between your kindred spirits as a prismatic array of colour shimmers through your vision.

Faythe turns toward Zitto and touches her chest in greeting, an array of prismatic colours briefly glinting in her eyes.

Taemira gives Zitto a wild cheer!

Tyrus applauds Zitto heartily.

Elexia turns toward Zitto and touches her chest in greeting, an array of prismatic colours briefly glinting in her eyes.

Taemira turns toward Zitto and touches her chest in greeting, an array of prismatic colours briefly glinting in her eyes.

Lord Zitto Shevat, a Servant Renewed says, "Now I am led to understand the next step of the ritual is to throw someone entirely into the font. I nominate Faythe."

Elexia hides a grin behind her hand.

Naevari dips his head to Zitto in a low nod, the smile on his face still uncharacteristically broad and warm -- even if not quite so much as it was a moment ago.

Wodewose Faythe says, "I would love to volunteer, but first I have something for the rest of the Mayflowers."

Faythe's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Zitto slips into a translucent crystal bindi.

The pointed tips of Elexia's ears twitch as she tries to listen closely to Faythe.

Faythe holds forward a small bouquet of strange flowers, which she begins to pass out.

You have emoted: Lief breathes in deeply, an attempt to steady her laughter. She wings closer to Zitto, and leans toward him to whisper once at his side.

Elexia folds her hands in front of her, her head tilting curiously now at Faythe. She glances sidelong at Zitto briefly, her eyes focusing on his bindi.

Faythe gives a delicate chalcedony rainflower to Regent Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon.

Faythe gives a sapphire sky lily to Wodewose Tyrus.

Zitto begins to wield a tulip of golden beryl in his left hand.

Zitto ceases to wield a mechanical fountain pen in his right hand.

Faythe gives a frost flower with petals of ice to Regent Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon.

Faythe coughs softly.

You tell Lord Zitto Shevat, a Servant Renewed, "Your bindi is the mark of our Lady - whenever you wish to draw Her gaze to you, you may simply TOUCH it. If She is aware of us here, She will watch you."

Elexia gives a frost flower with petals of ice to Wodewose Faythe.

Faythe gives a flower of silver arches to Taemira.

Faythe looks up into the air for divine inspiration.

You tell Lord Zitto Shevat, a Servant Renewed, "At times, you may sense that She has spoken to you through it. It likely does not bear a message for you right now, but if you should ever sense that it might, you may LISTEN to your BINDI, as Her voice comes from within."

Zitto tilts his head and listens intently to a translucent crystal bindi.

Taemira gives a flower of silver arches to Wodewose Faythe.

Elexia accepts a delicate chalcedony rainflower, lifting it up to her nose for a cursory smell. She holds it by the stem between her thumb and forefinger, twirling the flower as she admires its petals.

Faythe gives a frost flower with petals of ice to Taemira.

Smiling softly, Faythe gives a flower of silver arches to you.

You have emoted: Lief flashes Faythe a beaming smile in answer, accepting the flower and holding it gently within her hands.

Handing it over carefully, Faythe gives a cluster of cloud-wreathed flowers to Unscarred Naevari.

(Order): You say, "Welcome to Marythen, Zitto!"

(Order): Elexia says, "Welcome, welcome!"

Wodewose Faythe says, "Very well. I am ready to be tossed into the Font."

(Order): Zitto says, "Thank you!"

Faythe lifts her chin bravely and squares her shoulders.

The corners of Faythe's mouth turn up as she grins mischievously.

You laugh melodically at Faythe.

You laughingly say to Faythe, "No, no, not yet."

Although a soft blue sari decorated with apple blossoms has no sleeves, Elexia mimes rolling some up.

Lord Zitto Shevat, a Servant Renewed says, "I believe my dear Lief has something for us as well."

You have emoted: Lief plants a peck against Zitto's cheek before finally drawing back, and she nods brightly.

Faythe tucks the remaining flowers into the wreath atop her hair.

Faythe slips into an opaque ebon rose.

Elexia's violet eyes flit to you curiously, and she cants her head. She slips her own lily behind one of her pointed ears.

You laughingly say, "One is Zitto's request, and who am I to refuse one who just underwent the most thorough questioning I have ever seen?"

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It has been stamped with the seal of Sowers of the Honeyed Wine.
It has the following aliases: pie.

A mischievous look fills Elexia's violet eyes as her lips turn in a pixie's grin.

Elexia slips into a delicate chalcedony rainflower.

Wrapped in its own cloth, you give a boozy bourbon cherry pie to Lord Zitto Shevat, a Servant Renewed.
Wrapped in its own cloth, you give a boozy bourbon cherry pie to Wodewose Faythe.
Wrapped in its own cloth, you give a boozy bourbon cherry pie to Regent Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon.
Wrapped in its own cloth, you give a boozy bourbon cherry pie to Unscarred Naevari.
Wrapped in its own cloth, you give a boozy bourbon cherry pie to Wodewose Tyrus.

With a warm smile for the other elfen, Naevari takes a cluster of cloud-wreathed flowers gingerly between his soil-stained fingers.

Wrapped in its own cloth, you give a boozy bourbon cherry pie to Taemira.

Faythe gives a spiralling quillweed flower to Taemira.

Faythe removes an opaque ebon rose.

Faythe gives an opaque ebon rose to Regent Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon.

Faythe gives a glittering fractal flower to Unscarred Naevari.

Faythe slips into a glittering fractal flower.

Grinning, you say, "The second is in honor of Lanni's work, and the work we do to help him."

Elexia's eyes light up with delight and a familiar smile as she holds a boozy bourbon cherry pie with both hands. She leans over it and inhales deeply of its smell.

You give an extra large muku flower cookie to Lord Zitto Shevat, a Servant Renewed.
You give an extra large muku flower cookie to Taemira.
You give an extra large muku flower cookie to Wodewose Tyrus.
You give an extra large muku flower cookie to Wodewose Faythe.
You give an extra large muku flower cookie to Unscarred Naevari.
You give an extra large muku flower cookie to Regent Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon.

Elexia makes a small noise of surprise as she nearly drops the gigantic cookie.

Taemira cradles the flower tenderly, studying it for a long moment before look up to Faythe, "It's beautiful! Thank you so much!"

Tyrus nibbles on an extra large muku flower cookie.

Taemira slips into a frost flower with petals of ice.

Wodewose Faythe says, "They are flowers, I believe, from the Hallifaxan gardens. I thought them appropriate mementos for Zitto's Marythen ritual."

Lord Zitto Shevat, a Servant Renewed says, "Thank you all for being here, and thank you for your questions and your support."

Faythe smiles softly.

Having set the pie aside, Elexia attempts to heft up an extra large muku flower cookie. The faeling does so with great difficulty, given her diminutive frame, but a beaming smile is on her face as she chirps, "Thank you, thank you!"

The corners of Tyrus's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.

Elexia nibbles on an extra large muku flower cookie.

Taemira puts her nose over a boozy bourbon cherry pie and inhales.

You have emoted: Lief laughs merrily, then turns to Zitto once more. "A final small token from me," she says, then pulls out an entrancing red rose to offer it forward.

A proud and beaming smile on her face, you give an entrancing red rose to Lord Zitto Shevat, a Servant Renewed.

Quietly, cradles the flowers and foodstuffs carefully in his arms, Unscarred Naevari says, "Thank you, both of you."

Lord Zitto Shevat, a Servant Renewed says to you, "My dear, you truly are too kind. Thank you."

You have emoted: Lief's eyes glitter with warmth and fondness as she draws back, smiling at Zitto.

Zitto begins to wield an entrancing red rose in his right hand.

Elexia beams broadly at Zitto.

You slip into a flower of silver arches.

Zitto ceases to wield an entrancing red rose in his right hand.

You have emoted: Lief tucks a flower of silver arches behind one ear, beaming.

Zitto ceases to wield a tulip of golden beryl in his left hand.

Zitto slips into a tulip of golden beryl.
Zitto slips into an entrancing red rose.

You create a pose for the object. It will now appear as the following when worn:
a flower of silver arches tucked behind an ear

You have emoted: Lief pulls out a boozy bourbon cherry pie for herself and unwraps it, lifting it to her nose.

You put your nose over a boozy bourbon cherry pie and inhale.
Redolent of pleasant summer harvests, a fruity tartness incites the senses when you inhale, the mouth-watering aroma of baked cherries wafting up from the pie before you.

You tentatively stick out your tongue and lick a boozy bourbon cherry pie.
Even a small taste of this pie explodes with the tart, sweet nectar of the cherries baked within. Bourbon introduces undertones of vanilla, with hints of oaky wood lingering on your tongue.
It can be said to be filling.

Zitto flashes Elexia a joyous smile.

Wodewose Faythe says, "...now do I get tossed into the Font?"

Faythe waggles her eyebrows comically.