Huskii - Before the Lady Empyreal

Your soft voice reaches out to Tyrus, Ravager of the Red Branch, tickling their
ear, "It's lovely how the song of the forest shifts. And I would like to go,
aye! I heard there's a well-travelled ranger that knows the way."

Tyrus tells you, "Indeed. I hear he's rather good looking as well!"

Your soft voice reaches out to Tyrus, Ravager of the Red Branch, tickling their
ear, "And that he can dance. Mm-hm."

Tyrus tells you, "He'll be at the Mother whenever you're ready."

You lift a hand languidly and send a moonbeam to Tyrus.

Huskii follows you ether.

You grin mischievously at Tyrus.

Tyrus inclines his head politely to those around him.

(( Zoom. ))

Huskii moves to approach a cocoon of light bearing the Goddess Li-varili.
Shimmering into existence, a barrier of immaculate white mist manifests before a
cocoon of light bearing the Goddess Li-varili in answer, preventing any action
from being taken upon the resting Divine.

Raising their hand in greeting, Huskii says "Hi!"

Tyrus, Ravager of the Red Branch says, "You can't disturb the cocoon, but you
can pluck a magnolia from it."

Lorina nods her head emphatically.

Madam Lorina, Matron of the Arts says, "Empower the magnolia, and aid in the
convalescence of the Lady of the Lagoons."

Huskii ponders the situation.

Tyrus nods his head emphatically.

Cocooned in an immaculate light, the form of the Goddess Li-varili peacefully
rests here upon the healing mound of Lantra, the White. The white scars that
mark the turquoise-skinned Elder pulse with a gentle, twinkling radiance under
the vigil of domothean crystals that hover over Her body, singing with faint,
healing light. Her wild hair tangles about Herself in a blood-red halo, spilling
behind Her in a dark curtain tangled with kelp and cattail reeds. There is a
strange innocence to the normally imposing Divine in Her repose, as if thousands
of years of tension have at last relinquished their hold on Her weary, exhausted
body. Vines of white magnolia flowers blossom atop the healing mound, tenderly
entwining about the Goddess's limbs to keep Her in place, though theirs is a
firm, yet gentle grasp. A vibrant thrum of healing light emanates from the
flowers that wreathe the Goddess here.
It weighs about 150 pounds.
It has the following aliases: cocoon, li-varili, goddess.
You sense you can take one of the magnolias from the cocoon with your
FINGERTIPS.

Madam Lorina, Matron of the Arts says, "Good luck in your endeavors."

Lorina inclines her head politely to those around her.

The ephemeral cygnine wings fold closed on Lorina's back as she leaves to the
west, trailed by the heartrending notes of a melodic swan song.

You have emoted: Xiran frowns slightly as she considers the Elder Lady's visage
in repose.

Huskii of the Misty Vale says, "I wish things were easier... The the
abominations, and the She'nasim, and the fae and Kelpie..."

Huskii of the Misty Vale says, "I don't feel like helping actually helps..."

Huskii slumps down dejectedly.

Tyrus tells you, "I did my part earlier in the month. Stay as long as you like."

Tyrus, Ravager of the Red Branch has lost you.
Tyrus holds the Flame of dae'Seren aloft and an emerald light shines forth,
revealing a hazy hallway of ancient trees. As Tyrus walks through the hallway,
the trees close around him and disappear.
With a low growl, a fierce timberwolf pads out to the ether.

Your soft voice reaches out to Tyrus, Ravager of the Red Branch, tickling their
ear, "Thank you, dear Tyrus."

As Huskii gently brushes their fingertips across a cocoon of light bearing the
Goddess Li-varili, one of the pure white magnolia blossoms flowering about Her
gently floats into their grasp.

(( Getting magnolias. ))

Huskii ponders the situation.

In softer tones, you say, "Perhaps a single magnolia's essence might not help.
But it seems many have been tending to Her of late."
Brightening with a pulse of recognition, a misty wisp of healing light twirls in
place with anticipation.

You say, "And likely we will make a difference, together."

Hazy and intangible, this hushed wisp of mist hovers in the air like a faintly
feminine mirage, at once strangely present and not. Waves of healing light pulse
out from the wisp in gentle echoes, humming with a soft, reassuring melody that
evokes a sense of peace and stillness. At the slightest nearby sound, the wisp
shifts and reacts as if startled, her song changing in rhythm. The shimmering
protection of the Empyreal Goddess shields this wisp from any that might harm
it.
A misty wisp of healing light is not one to be trifled with.
She is strangely weightless.
You cannot see what a misty wisp of healing light is holding.
It has the following aliases: wisp, mist.
The pure white magnolia blossom in your hands sparkles brightly in the presence
of a misty wisp of healing light.

Huskii of the Misty Vale says to a cocoon of light bearing the Goddess Li
-varili, "With how You betrayed friend Tore, and how Your coven helped the
Kelpie, and how You caused so many problems! I don't know if I can help you."

Huskii huffs and puffs in outrage.

Xiran smiles ruefully without rebuff.

Huskii of the Misty Vale says, "Harmed the kelpie..."

Huskii slumps down dejectedly.

Tears fill Huskii's eyes and begin to slowly run down their face.

Huskii gives a pure white magnolia blossom to you.

Huskii of the Misty Vale says to you, "I don't think I can help right now."

Huskii sits themself down.

Xiran tilts her head.

Xiran drifts down to lay a small hand on Huskii's shoulder. A silvery light
blooms from her touch, a wash of soothing energies flowing through Huskii.

Huskii of the Misty Vale says, "The problem is too hard. I don't know if I can
trust that helping will keep us safe."

Huskii creases their brow in a frown.

Softly, you say, "It is good of you to consider the ultimate outcome in your
choices."

The melodic chime of domothean crystals sing with healing light as they keep
silent vigil over a cocoon of light bearing the Goddess Li-varili, twirling in
place as they assess Her wounds.

You say to Huskii, "I spoke briefly with the Lady Lantra, the Empyreal. She does
not heal the Lady of the Lagoons because She condones Her actions."

Huskii of the Misty Vale says to you, "But if we help Her... She still owes a
big debt to the Seren and our friends! Is the Empyreal going to help repay us?"

You blink.

You say, "I do not think we should consider the Lady Empyreal responsible for
Lady Li-Varili's actions."

Huskii of the Misty Vale says, "Lagoon can't make promises in this state... And
Tore was still poisoned!"

Xiran tilts her head.

Huskii of the Misty Vale says, "And the Eye was lost and destroyed..."

Huskii ponders the situation.

You say, "There is much to be angry at the Lady of the Lagoons for, but I do not
heal people to extract promises from them. And I do not think that is the Lady
Empyreal's aim either."

You say, "We can hope the Lady of the Lagoons comes to see Her poor judgement,
but I think it best not to expect anything from one such as Her. She seemed to
have a tempestuous nature even before."

Huskii of the Misty Vale says, "But if we heal Her, only for the She'nasim and
the abominations to poison the basin further... Are we really healing Her?"

Xiran tilts her head.

Huskii of the Misty Vale says, "If the Spirits are afflicted, like Gopher or The
Sea, it's better to let them rest."

You say, "That might be a question for an Awakener to answer. I suspect there
remains some link between the Goddess and the Great Spirit, so that is why I am
choosing to help heal Her." Softly, "For the sake of the Fae."

You think to yourself: And. It is hard not to feel a bit of compassion for one
in Her state.

You think to yourself: I'm sure She would kill us if She woke, but.

Huskii of the Misty Vale says, "It's just... A lot of responsibility. If healing
the Lagoon caused a lot of hurt, it's a lot to carry."

You pat a pure white magnolia blossom in a friendly manner.

Huskii of the Misty Vale says, "And we've already been betrayed, and there's no
promises to heal."

Rising, you say, "It is a lot to carry, aye."

You say, "It may be a dangerous thing to do, to offer without expectation of
repayment."

A calm, feminine voice laces through the aether, "Should you ever find yourself
at the mercy of an unexpected fate, I hope your healer does not anticipate a
favour in return."

You jump into the air and land with a bump.

You curtsey gracefully.

Huskii of the Misty Vale says, "I hope in the end of my days I helped more than
I hurt."

Your soft voice reaches out to Huskii of the Misty Vale, tickling their ear,
"I'm afraid we have attracted the attentions of the Lady Empyreal."

You think to yourself: Perhaps I have forgotten how not to give. Huskii's
thinking is hard for me to follow.

A calm, feminine voice laces through the aether, "As do We all, child. If you
experience trepidation at assisting Me in My healing arts, then do not do so. I
know the weight I carry. You need not share it, if you do not wish."

Huskii of the Misty Vale says, "Can She really be healed?"

Huskii of the Misty Vale says, "I really worry that healing would only bring
more wounds on the basin!"

You have emoted: Xiran keeps her head bowed as she drifts back to Huskii's side,
placing a reassuring hand to their arm.

A calm, feminine voice laces through the aether, "Her wounds have been long
-lasting, stretching through Her many hundreds of years in the Morokeche Seat.
The Goddess has suffered much. It is difficult to know how much of Her current
actions are born from those festering wounds, and how much are Her natural
inclination. She was done a great evil by the Enchantress, indeed. And it is for
that reason I seek to heal Her, now. If Drocilla will not atone for Her actions,
then I shall attempt to."

Huskii ponders the situation.

A calm, feminine voice laces through the aether, "I do not pretend that the Lady
of the Lagoons is not a threat, for She has made Herself such in Her brief time
waking. But I shall not answer the Enchantress's cruelty with My own. It is not
My way."

Huskii of the Misty Vale says, "A lot opposed Her, and not all were friends. If
we healed Her, and she made things worse... Would we have friends to help tend
the wounds She caused?"

A calm, feminine voice laces through the aether, "She will have to answer for
Her actions when She wakes, yes. As do We all, Elder and mortal alike. Does that
mean, however, that She deserves to suffer and die, when I have the power to
prevent such?"

Huskii of the Misty Vale says, "I can not speak for Her, I don't think Anyone
can. I just want to make sure that if we can help heal those hurt, that we're
not alone."

A calm, feminine voice laces through the aether, "You yourself witnessed the
convalescent of the Awakening Formation, where I stood beside many Elders whom I
have not spoken to in thousands of years. Rest assured, in some matters, We find
common ground yet."

Your soft voice reaches out to Huskii of the Misty Vale, tickling their ear, "A
Great Spirit may be afflicted, but to see death as the only answer would snuff a
part of Nature. Let not such finality be the only answer, dear Huskii."

Huskii nods their head emphatically.

A calm, feminine voice laces through the aether, "Assist Me or do not. I do not
ask you to make My choices. You are welcome to blame whatever ills that the Lady
Li-varili inflicts upon the Basin on My shoulders, whether or not such blame is
due, but I will not let My neglect be the reason for Her end. I have made My
choice. I leave you to make your own." Then the voice fades in a whirl of
starlight, fading as if it was never here at all.

Quietly, you say, "Blessed be, Lady Empyreal."

Huskii of the Misty Vale says, "If You're willing to see this though, I'll give
You my trust for now."

Huskii stares implacably about themself.

Xiran turns to Huskii, gently cupping her hands about a pure white magnolia
blossom as she looks to them questioningly.

Gently releasing it to him, you give a pure white magnolia blossom to Huskii of
the Misty Vale.

Huskii nods their head at you.