Asilyia

[Ayrell's Home]
Walls of polished ebonwood and an ebony tile floor covered by an ebony and silver silk rug enclose this small room.  In one corner lies an elegant ivory velvet settee, and near the settee sits an elegant black lacquered desk with a blue-tinted crystal bud-vase and a crystal hourglass with etched silver caps on it.  A darkened oak mantel fireplace burns along the far wall.  The room holds a mild scent of lavender.  You also see a high arched stained glass window, a door, an arch-backed ebonwood chair that is facing the desk and a glacial white Ilithic cat.
Also here: Asilyia.
Obvious exits: none


Asilyia rests her hand fondly on the cat's head, and she half-closes her eyes, purring softly.

A glacial white Ilithic cat lies down on the silver silk rug.

You shush the Ilithic cat.

A glacial white Ilithic cat lies down, curling up into a ball.
The door suddenly opens.

Xelten walks in the door.

Xelten closes the door.

You poke the Ilithic cat.

A glacial white Ilithic cat jumps up, shaking itself awake.

Asilyia rests her hand fondly on the cat's head, and she half-closes her eyes, purring softly.

Asilyia giggles.

Xelten smiles.

Asilyia sticks out her tongue and lets loose with a loud, "Thbtbtbt" from her lips!

Xelten grins.

Xelten sits down on the settee.

Xelten asks in Ilithic, "You like your new pet, Asilyia?"

A glacial white Ilithic cat sits down.

Asilyia kneels down.

(Asilyia crawls over to the cat.)

Asilyia nods.

Asilyia rests her hand fondly on the cat's head, and she half-closes her eyes, purring softly.

Xelten chuckles.

Xelten ponders.

Xelten leans back.

You softly say in Ilithic, "She has done nothing but terrorize the poor thing since she first saw it."

Xelten chuckles.

A glacial white Ilithic cat sniffs at the tile floor.

Asilyia lies down.

Asilyia rolls around on the ground.  Typical.

Xelten laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.

You arch your eyebrow.

You sigh.

Xelten asks in Ilithic, "Asilyia, what are you doing?"

Asilyia giggles.

Asilyia smiles at Xelten.

Asilyia playfully exclaims in Ilithic, "Kitty!"

Xelten smirks.

Xelten asks in Ilithic, "What is its name?"

Asilyia ponders.

Asilyia gazes at a glacial white Ilithic cat.

Asilyia gets an odd expression on her face.

Asilyia hesitantly asks in Ilithic, "Kitty?"

You laugh softly, trying to hide your amusement.

You softly say in Ilithic, "I suspected as much..."

Asilyia sits up.

Asilyia scratches her head.

Asilyia rests her hand fondly on the cat's head, and she half-closes her eyes, purring softly.

Xelten chortles softly at some secret joke.

You shush the Ilithic cat.

A glacial white Ilithic cat lies down, curling up into a ball.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Perhaps we should give it a name."

You poke the Ilithic cat.

A glacial white Ilithic cat jumps up, shaking itself awake.

You softly ask in Ilithic, "Do you have a suggestion?"

Xelten ponders.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Puppy."

Xelten grins.

You softly say in Ilithic, "I think Asilyia is partial to Kitty."

Asilyia peers quizzically at Xelten.

Asilyia shakes her head.

Asilyia points at a glacial white Ilithic cat.

Asilyia says in Ilithic, "Kitty, Daddy.  No puppy."

Xelten laughs!

Xelten says in Ilithic, "You have me there."

Xelten smiles at Asilyia.

You laugh softly, trying to hide your amusement.

A glacial white Ilithic cat scratches at the door.

Xelten glances at a door.

Asilyia asks in Ilithic, "Kitty?"

Asilyia stands up.

Asilyia stands near a high arched stained glass window.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I was thinking..."

Asilyia stands near a door.

Asilyia rests her hand fondly on the cat's head, and she half-closes her eyes, purring softly.

You softly ask in Ilithic, "Hmm?"

Xelten says in Ilithic, "It would be good for us both to confer with the Consul regarding the L'Karm.  If their activity is indeed rising, we should know how to behave."

You softly say in Ilithic, "I believe I already know how but... I suppose... I am not sure what I should do with my mission involving the Eye anymore... "

You shake your head.

Asilyia taps a door.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Kitty cannot go out right now, sweety."

Asilyia walks over to the door and leans against it.

Asilyia peeks through a peephole in the door.

Xelten gets off the settee on which he was sitting.

Xelten stands near a high arched stained glass window.

A glacial white Ilithic cat hisses at Asilyia.

Xelten peers out the window.

Asilyia knocks on the door.

Xelten chuckles.

Asilyia says in Ilithic, "Kitty, Daddy say no."

Asilyia shakes her head.

Xelten grins.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Perhaps we should invite him over.  I did mention that Asilyia would like to see him again."

Xelten chuckles to himself.

You smile.

You softly say in Ilithic, "Only if you do not think it would trouble him."

You softly say in Ilithic, "I suppose... the place is... as presentable as it can be."

You sigh.

A glacial white Ilithic cat cleans her paws energetically.

Xelten smiles.

(Asilyia licks her hand, mimicking the cat.)

Xelten says in Ilithic, "It looks wonderful, darling."

You ponder the meaning of Asilyia's existence.

You pull down your baladrana's hood, revealing your features.

Xelten pulls down the hood of his cloak.

You softly say in Ilithic, "If he is not busy then."

You give a slight nod.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I'll ask him."

Asilyia kneels down.

Asilyia rests her hand fondly on the cat's head, and she half-closes her eyes, purring softly.

A glacial white Ilithic cat stretches out on the tile floor.

Asilyia lies down.

Asilyia stretches every limb of her body from where she lies, ending with an expression of extreme contentment.

Asilyia smiles at the cat, patting the floor in front of it playfully as it bats at her hands with its paws.

Asilyia giggles.

Xelten smiles.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "He is busy at the moment, but will contact me when he is available."

Xelten sits down on the settee.

You give a slight nod.

You softly say in Ilithic, "He has never been here before.  You may need to help show him the way when he is available."

A glacial white Ilithic cat stands up.

A glacial white Ilithic cat scratches at the door.

Xelten nods.

Asilyia says in Ilithic, "Kitty, no."

Asilyia shakes her head.

Xelten points at a glacial white Ilithic cat.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Come here, Kitty."

(Xelten watches as the cat ignores him.)

Asilyia says to Xelten in Ilithic, "Kitty wants out, Daddy."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "She'll have to ask your mother."

You softly say in Ilithic, "Kitty has to stay inside... she is an indoor kitten."

Xelten chuckles to himself.

Xelten asks in Ilithic, "Has Kitty met Elursoye?"

You softly say in Ilithic, "I am not sure that would be wise."

(Asilyia speaks casually to the cat "Mommy say no, kitty.  No out.")

A glacial white Ilithic cat sits down, sniffing at the tile floor.

Xelten leans back.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I am sure Elursoye wouldn't eat her."

Asilyia gazes at a glacial white Ilithic cat.

Asilyia says in Ilithic, "Kitty sad, Mommy."

You softly say in Ilithic, "Kitty spoiled.  She will be fine where she is."

Xelten chuckles.

Asilyia ponders.

Xelten reaches towards the Ilithic cat which hisses at him and backs away.

Xelten makes a grunting noise.

Asilyia giggles.

Xelten folds his arms across his chest.

Asilyia rests her hand fondly on the cat's head, and she half-closes her eyes, purring softly.

Asilyia scoops the Ilithic cat up into her arms and hugs her tightly, but she wriggles from Asilyia's arms and jumps back down onto the floor.

Asilyia begins pouting.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Chase her down, darling."

Xelten grins.

Asilyia rises to a kneeling position.

(Asilyia crawls after the cat.)

Asilyia exclaims in Ilithic, "Kitty!"

You softly say in Ilithic, "Such a lady..."

You sigh.

You shake your head.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "You'll never catch it on your knees.  Stand up."

You softly say in Ilithic, "She will ruin her dress at that rate."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Stand up for your father, sweety."

Asilyia pushes herself away from the door and onto her feet.

A glacial white Ilithic cat sits down and starts to lick herself.

Asilyia gazes at Xelten.

Asilyia asks in Ilithic, "Like this?"

(Asilyia holds her hands out as if gesturing to herself.)

Xelten looks thoughtfully at Asilyia.

Xelten nods to Asilyia.

Xelten smiles at Asilyia.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "That's my girl.  Now get that cat."

Xelten grins.

Asilyia drops a baby doll swaddled in a light blue blanket.

(Asilyia chases the cat.)

Xelten glances at a baby doll swaddled in a light blue blanket.

You stand near a baby doll swaddled in a light blue blanket.

You stop as you realize the baby doll is not yours.

You sigh.

You stop as you realize the baby doll is not yours.

Xelten chuckles to himself.

Ayrell picks up the doll.)

Xelten says to you in Ilithic, "Why don't you have a seat, darling.  You look exhausted."

Xelten pats an elegant ivory velvet settee.

You softly say in Ilithic, "She will surely have the place cluttered with her toys in time for the Consul..."

You pick up a baby doll swaddled in a light blue blanket.

Asilyia scoops the Ilithic cat up into her arms and hugs her tightly, but she wriggles from Asilyia's arms and jumps back down onto the floor.

Asilyia glares at a glacial white Ilithic cat.

Xelten snickers.

A glacial white Ilithic cat stands up.

A glacial white Ilithic cat hisses at Asilyia.

Xelten gazes at you.

Asilyia gazes at a glacial white Ilithic cat.

Asilyia kneels down.

Asilyia rests her hand fondly on the cat's head, and she half-closes her eyes, purring softly.

You softly ask in Ilithic, "What is it, darling?"

You gaze at Xelten.

You are Storm Maiden Ayrell Evyntine, Arcane Lady of Ilithi, an Elf.
You have elegant arched eyebrows, pointed ears and sparkling sapphire eyes.  Your deep blue-streaked blue-black hair is long and wavy, and is worn arranged in ringlets.  You have fair skin and a svelte figure.  A blood red ruby with a cat's eye flaw in the center is positioned between your eyes, casting a fiery red glow against your skin.
You have a tattoo of a white rose encircled by a blood-stained thorny vine on your ankle.
You are in good shape.

You are holding a baby doll swaddled in a light blue blanket in your right hand.
You are wearing a polished chain balaclava, a platinum kyanite gwethdesuan, a beautiful gold tiara adorned with a carved amethyst lotus blossom, a platinum jadeite gwethdesuan, a silver and sapphire earcuff, a gracefully pointed earcuff of etched animite draped with fine silver chains, a pair of icy-blue sapphire earrings shaped like tiny snowdrop blossoms, a brushed silver locket, a wide silver choker elegantly displaying a teardrop star sapphire, a heavy grey baladrana with silver embroidery trim, a shimmering sparkly silver shawl overlaid in a lacey leaf pattern with a banded watersilk hem, a gleaming silver rose, a silver Lieutenant's badge, a matte black leather-covered scabbard with ornate silver fittings, a dark silk backpack accentuated with white and purple crystals, a snug royal purple satin bustier with black lace trim, a flowing gown of silvery spidersilk with a sapphire bodice, a chain hauberk, a narrow cambrinth armband bearing the crest of the Warrior Mage guild, a bracelet formed of icy blue flame-shaped gems, some polished black gloves, a shining white albredine ring, a gem-encrusted gold aristocrat's signet ring, a platinum wedding band set with dozens of tiny sapphires, an albredine crystal ring, a glittering silver belt of moons and stars linked with tiny jade bells, an origami-paper envelope, a soft gem pouch, an icy-blue satinwood spellbook case inset with gleaming sapphire frost scythes, an ivory spidersilk garter overlaid with black lace cobwebs, a belled silver anklet and some tiny gold toe bells engraved with moons and stars.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "You seemed very thoughtful.  I said, perhaps you should sit down, you look exhausted."

You quietly say in Ilithic, "I am... but there are things that need done around the house..."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "That can wait."

Xelten pats an elegant ivory velvet settee.

You gaze at Xelten.

A glacial white Ilithic cat jumps up on the ivory velvet settee, then proceeds to make herself comfortable.

You softly say in Ilithic, "But I do not want the place to look bad for the Consul."

Asilyia stands up.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "It looks fine."

Asilyia stands near Xelten.

Asilyia gazes at a glacial white Ilithic cat.

(Xelten glances at the cat.)

(Asilyia pushes her hips back slightly, wiggling just a little as if getting ready to pounce on the cat.)

Xelten glances at Asilyia.

You softly say in Ilithic, "Asilyia, that is a quick way to get hurt."

Asilyia ponders.

Asilyia gazes at you.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Listen to your mother, sugar."

Xelten reaches towards the Ilithic cat which hisses at him and backs away.

Asilyia just tried to kick the settee!

Asilyia begins to weep softly.

Xelten squints at Asilyia.

A glacial white Ilithic cat shakes vigorously.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Asilyia Ayrell Evyntine, quit that."

Asilyia lies down.

Your red ruby on your forehead dims, then brightens.  A dark gold pattern swirls briefly within the gem before fading.

Asilyia throws a bit of a temper tantrum!

The circle of obsidian on Xelten's forehead flickers softly, causing shadows to fill his eyes.

You narrow your eyes.

Xelten squints at Asilyia.

You firmly say to Asilyia in Ilithic, "Asilyia.  On your feet.  Now."

Asilyia blinks at you.

Asilyia rises to a kneeling position.

Asilyia stands up.

Asilyia gazes at you.

You arch your eyebrow.

You ask Asilyia in Ilithic, "Are you quite finished?"

Xelten leans back.

Asilyia gives a slight nod.

Asilyia hesitantly says in Ilithic, "Yes, Mommy..."

Xelten gazes at you.

You point at an arch-backed ebonwood chair.

You say to Asilyia in Ilithic, "Go sit in the chair.  And stay there until told otherwise."

Asilyia gazes down at the floor.

Asilyia sits down on an arch-backed ebonwood chair.

A glacial white Ilithic cat stretches out on the tile floor.

Asilyia begins pouting.

Xelten smiles at you.

You sigh.
Xelten whispers, "Goodness, darling.  Even I feel like I've done something wrong now."

You gaze at Xelten.

Xelten smiles at you.

>whisper xel I am sorry... was I too hard on her?
You whisper to Xelten.

Xelten whispers, "Not at all."

Asilyia folds her arms across her chest.

You glance at Asilyia, a female Elf.

Xelten glances at Asilyia.

Xelten asks in Ilithic, "Are you going to behave now?"

Asilyia glares.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Don't you look at her like that."

Xelten squints at Asilyia.

Asilyia wrinkles her nose.

You softly say in Ilithic, "It makes me wonder if I was the same as a child... perhaps this is... getting me back for what I did to my mother..."

You gaze at Asilyia.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I have a hard time believing that, darling."

A glacial white Ilithic cat stands up.

A glacial white Ilithic cat scratches at the door.

Asilyia says in Ilithic, "Kitty..."

Asilyia glances at you.

Asilyia glances at Xelten.

Asilyia gazes down at the floor.

Asilyia begins pouting.

Xelten sighs.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I wonder what is keeping the Consul."

Xelten ponders.

Your mind hears Vank thinking, "Isoe can you here me?"

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Perhaps he was busier than I realized."

You softly say in Ilithic, "Yes.  At this rate Asilyia will be confined to her room before he gets here."

Xelten asks in Ilithic, "Asilyia, are you ready to behave now?"
A glacial white Ilithic cat sits down and starts to lick herself.

Asilyia nods to Xelten.

Asilyia gazes hopefully at Xelten.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Apologize to mother for being rude."

Asilyia gazes at you.

You softly say in Ilithic, "She never will, darling..."

Xelten gazes at Asilyia.

Your red ruby on your forehead flares brightly, sending warmth cascading down your arms before fading.

Xelten seems to be waiting for something.

The shadow on Xelten's obsidian appears to shift slightly like the phases of a moon.

(Asilyia scrunches her face up, looking quite silly.)

Xelten raises an eyebrow in Asilyia's direction.

You sigh.

You shake your head.

Xelten appears to be concentrating intently on something.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "The Consul is speaking to me now."

Xelten gets off the settee on which he was sitting.

A glacial white Ilithic cat stands up.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "He is on his way."

(Asilyia slowly sinks down the chair, watching carefully to see if anyone is looking as she lowers her feet down to the floor.)

Xelten glances at Asilyia.

You glance at Asilyia, a female Elf.

Xelten says to Asilyia in Ilithic, "You stay right there, young lady."

You softly say in Ilithic, "This could get embarassing..."

You sigh.

Asilyia gazes at Xelten.

Xelten says to Asilyia in Ilithic, "If you misbehave in front of the Consul, kitty will go byebye."

Asilyia gasps!

Asilyia covers her mouth with her hand.

Asilyia shakes her head.

Asilyia exclaims in Ilithic, "No!  No kitty!"

Xelten asks in Ilithic, "Then you'd better be a good girl.  Okay?"

Xelten peers out the window.

You mutter into the air something about kitty was too expensive to go byebye....

Asilyia nods to Xelten.

Xelten smiles at Asilyia.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Good girl."

Xelten stands near Asilyia.

Xelten rubs Asilyia's head.

Asilyia asks in Ilithic, "Stand now?"

Xelten glances at you.

Asilyia gazes hopefully at Xelten.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Apologize to your mother."

You softly say in Ilithic, "Well, she surely cannot be confined to that chair when the Consul arrives..."

A sharp rapping sound comes from the door!

A glacial white Ilithic cat hisses at the door.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "She will be if she cannot tell you she is sorry."

A glacial white Ilithic cat sits down.

Xelten stands near a door.

Xelten peers out the window.

Asilyia gazes at you.

Xelten opens the door.

Fierolan walks in the door.

Xelten bows to Fierolan.

You curtsy gracefully to Fierolan.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Greetings, Consul."

Asilyia gets off the chair on which she was sitting.

You glance at Asilyia, a female Elf.

Xelten glances at Asilyia.

Asilyia glances at you.

You sigh.

Fierolan smiles and bows to each in turn.

Xelten closes the door.

You softly say to Fierolan in Ilithic, "You will have to accept my apologies in advance.  Asilyia is.. in a bit of a mood."

You frown.

Xelten pulls out an arch-backed ebonwood chair.

Xelten pulls out an arch-backed ebonwood chair.

Asilyia wrinkles her nose.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "That is putting it lightly, I'm afraid."

Fierolan chuckles to himself.

Fierolan asks in Ilithic, "No trouble.  I heard it was someone's birthday soon?  Or is today the day?"

Xelten gazes at Asilyia.

Xelten asks Asilyia in Ilithic, "Tell the Consul how old you are?"

Asilyia exclaims in Ilithic, "Two!"

Asilyia beams!

Xelten smiles.

Fierolan laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.

You softly say in Ilithic, "That is the politest response she has given in several roisaen now..."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Please, have a seat."

Xelten gestures at an arch-backed ebonwood chair.

Fierolan exclaims in Ilithic, "Well, happy birthday!"

Asilyia smiles at Fierolan.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "I brought you a gift, actually."

You softly say to Fierolan in Ilithic, "Ah, yes.  I am sorry.  Do make yourself comfortable."

Fierolan nods to you.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "Just a moment.  Let me give the young lady her present."

Fierolan smiles.

Xelten chuckles to himself.

Fierolan gets a rosewood swan whistle from inside his velvet riding cloak.

Fierolan offers Asilyia a rosewood swan whistle.

Asilyia accepts Fierolan's swan whistle.

Asilyia ponders.

(Xelten looks at the whistle in Asilyia's hands.)

Asilyia taps a rosewood swan whistle that she is holding.

Your red ruby on your forehead glows hotly for a moment.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "You blow into that end there..." he indicates with a pointed finger, "and place your fingers on the holes to make music."

A shadow spreads across Xelten's face from his circle of obsidian, briefly conquering the light before all returns to normal.

Xelten glances at you.

A glacial white Ilithic cat stands up.

A glacial white Ilithic cat hisses at Asilyia.

You laugh softly, trying to hide your amusement.

Asilyia gazes at a glacial white Ilithic cat.

Asilyia says in Ilithic, "Kitty, no."

Asilyia frowns.

Fierolan sits down on an arch-backed ebonwood chair.

You softly say in Ilithic, "That will keep her occupied for a while."

You smile at Fierolan.

Xelten sits down on an arch-backed ebonwood chair.

Fierolan chuckles to himself.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "Hopefully it will not offend the ears too much."

Xelten chuckles to himself.

You softly say in Ilithic, "As I am sure she will likely not say it, thank you Sir."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Thank you, Consul."

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "I thought it might amuse her, though."

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "Oh, of course."

Fierolan smiles.

Asilyia smiles at the whistle, blowing into it curiously while wandering after the cat.

You softly say in Ilithic, "She has chased the poor kitten since the moment she first saw it."

Fierolan asks in Ilithic, "Does it have a name yet?"

(Asilyia shows her whistle to the cat.)

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Its name is..."

Xelten clears his throat.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Kitty."

You laugh softly, trying to hide your amusement.

A glacial white Ilithic cat stretches out on the tile floor.

Fierolan grins crookedly.

(Asilyia lays down in front of the cat.)

Asilyia lies down.

Asilyia rolls around on the ground.  Typical.

Xelten gazes at Asilyia.

Xelten makes a grunting noise.

You cover your eyes.

Fierolan chuckles.

Asilyia rests her hand fondly on the cat's head, and she half-closes her eyes, purring softly.

Xelten sighs.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "At any rate..."

You softly say in Ilithic, "Well, I suppose that is better than kicking the furniture..."

Xelten clears his throat.

You frown.

Xelten nods in agreement.

Asilyia sits up.

Asilyia scoops the Ilithic cat up into her arms and hugs her tightly, but she wriggles from Asilyia's arms and jumps back down onto the floor.

Asilyia begins pouting.

Fierolan reaches towards the Ilithic cat which hisses at him and backs away.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "Mine reacts much the same."

Xelten says to Fierolan in Ilithic, "Does the same thing to me.  Then again, so does her lynx."

Xelten chuckles to himself.

Fierolan chuckles.

You smile.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "We wished to discuss with you the L'Karm in more detail, if possible."

Fierolan nods.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "I was not involved myself, but I have learned a bit about it over the years."

A glacial white Ilithic cat lies down on the silver silk rug.

You softly say in Ilithic, "I suppose... more specifically... the Eye has been discussing the supposed return of Ralel... they have been sending members to seek him out..."

You softly say in Ilithic, "He has been spotted, and I am to the understanding that some have spoken to him."

You softly say in Ilithic, "Though I have no proof."

Asilyia rests her hand fondly on the cat's head, and she half-closes her eyes, purring softly.

Fierolan nods.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "We can treat his return as a certainty, I believe."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I'd heard he had crossed the Prydaen Barrier."

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "So I have heard, as well."

You softly say in Ilithic, "This, however, brought forth a good question... For the time being... do you suggest that I... drop most of my significant involvement with the Eye?  I can see benefits to finding out what Ralel's plans are though... it may make things difficult for my other aspirations."

Fierolan ponders a moment.

Xelten leans back.

Fierolan asks in Ilithic, "How do you stand with the Eye, currently?"

(Asilyia crawls across the floor, hiding from the cat behind the settee.)

You softly say in Ilithic, "I am still in the same position as I was.  I even accompanied them on a trip to try and speak with Terald not long ago.  It is only a matter of time before they request me to join them in search for Ralel."

A glacial white Ilithic cat sits up.

(Ayrell glances casually behind the settee to check on Asilyia.)

(Fierolan nods thoughtfully.)

(Xelten leans forward against the desk.)

You softly say in Ilithic, "I was at a loss as to what I should do if requested to do so, which is why I thought I should check with you."

Fierolan nods.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "Wise of you.  I do not think the current government has much love for the Eye, such as it is."

You nod in agreement.

You softly say in Ilithic, "Very... very little love for them."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "She is in a position to easily hear what the Eye hears, but it could indeed be detrimental.  It is a unique situation."

Fierolan asks in Ilithic, "Is the Eye aware of your aspirations for the Emissary position?"

You softly say in Ilithic, "Yes.  I believe that they suspect it will benefit them in some way."

You roll your eyes.

Xelten chuckles to himself.

Fierolan laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.

You softly say in Ilithic, "I spoke with Meanne on it personally.  I felt that it might be the best course of action... so she would not be suspicious."

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "Let them believe whatever they will, I suppose."

You nod.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "They'd likely understand her not being too closely involved then, I imagine, but that does leave the issue of needing someone who -can- learn Ralel's intentions, movements, and relationships."

Asilyia stands up.

A glacial white Ilithic cat stands up.
A glacial white Ilithic cat hisses at Fierolan.

Fierolan nods.

You gaze at a glacial white Ilithic cat.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "At this point, my ability to do so might be quite limited as well."

Fierolan asks in Ilithic, "Do they have anyone on this currently?"

You shake your head.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "At this point, I think the Emissary position is more important than the Eye's hopes for contacting Ralel, or even our own."

You nod in agreement.

(Asilyia wanders around to the front of the settee, seeming to have lost interest in the cat for the moment as she stands before Ayrell, pointing at the doll in Ayrell's hands.)

Asilyia gazes at you.

You glance at a baby doll swaddled in a light blue blanket.

You softly say in Ilithic, "Oh..."

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "After an initial evaluation, we may even decide that he is not terribly relevant.  But I do think that you need to minimize your public involvement with the Eye."

You offer your baby doll to Asilyia, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer.  Type CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.

Asilyia has accepted your offer and is now holding a baby doll swaddled in a light blue blanket.

Asilyia smiles.

Asilyia takes a seat.

Fierolan smiles at Asilyia.

Xelten smiles at Asilyia.

You give a slight nod.

You softly say in Ilithic, "That was what I was thinking as well."

(Asilyia shows her whistle to the doll.)

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Should I, then, make an effort to contact him?  I expect a rather hostile reception, but perhaps there is at least something to be learned."

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "If you wish.  I think it is entirely possible he will react violently, as you said."

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "I know there are many people who seek to contact him currently.  Some have been received less than cordially, though it is said some have spoken with him."

A glacial white Ilithic cat sits down, sniffing at the tile floor.

You softly say in Ilithic, "I figure, at the very least, I can keep a low profile while still hearing some information through my contacts in the Eye."

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "You know that Her Majesty declared him outlaw and outcast, years ago."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Perhaps we can find someone who has been well received."

You nod to Fierolan.

Xelten gives Fierolan a slight nod.

Your red ruby on your forehead flares brightly, sending warmth cascading down your arms before fading.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "Both of your ideas are good ones."

Turbulent shadows roil within the circle of obsidian on Xelten's forehead, briefly shrouding him in darkness.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "This is a scenario in which we may need to act through intermediaries."

Xelten asks in Ilithic, "I expect our Queen would prefer him shackled at her feet?"

Asilyia stands up.

Asilyia stands near Fierolan.

Asilyia leans on Fierolan.

Xelten glances at Asilyia.

Asilyia shows Fierolan her swan whistle.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "One never knows."

Fierolan smiles at Asilyia.

Asilyia smiles at Fierolan.

Fierolan asks Asilyia in Ilithic, "Have you tried to play it?"

Asilyia nibbles her lip thoughtfully.

Fierolan says to Xelten in Ilithic, "Declaring him such may have been simply what was politically expedient.  Not that that would soften the blow for Ralel."

Xelten gives a slight nod.

Asilyia drops a baby doll swaddled in a light blue blanket.

Asilyia struggles to begin some off-key scales on her swan whistle.

Xelten winces.

You cover your mouth with your hand.

You laugh softly, trying to hide your amusement.

Fierolan smiles at Asilyia.

Asilyia continues to struggle with the complexities of playing her swan whistle.

Fierolan asks Asilyia in Ilithic, "May I try?"

Asilyia stops playing her song.

A glacial white Ilithic cat stretches out on the tile floor.

Asilyia offers Fierolan a rosewood swan whistle.

Fierolan accepts Asilyia's swan whistle.

Asilyia says in Ilithic, "Loud."

Asilyia nods.

Fierolan nods to Asilyia.

Fierolan begins some quiet scales on his swan whistle, his skill in his craft showcased in every note.

Fierolan smiles at Asilyia.

Xelten raises an eyebrow.

Asilyia smiles at Fierolan.

You observe closely as Xelten shows you how to effectively employ the first aid skill.

Fierolan glances up as some quiet scales rise from his swan whistle.

Asilyia hums to herself.

Fierolan stops playing his song.

Fierolan clears his throat.

Xelten smiles slightly.

You softly say in Ilithic, "Why, Sir.  I did not realize you practiced music."

Fierolan begins a loud waltz on his swan whistle with only the slightest hint of difficulty.

Asilyia beams at Fierolan!

(Fierolan pauses long enough to say, "Here is the loud one.")

You laugh softly, trying to hide your amusement.

Fierolan stumbles only slightly as he continues to toot a waltz on his swan whistle.

Asilyia dances a lively jig!

Xelten smiles at Asilyia.

Fierolan continues to play a loud waltz on his swan whistle, pausing only a little through a difficult section.

Fierolan stops playing his song.

Fierolan smiles.

Fierolan offers Asilyia a rosewood swan whistle.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "There you are."

Asilyia accepts Fierolan's swan whistle.

Asilyia smiles at Fierolan.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Well played, Consul."

You smile at Fierolan.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "Thank you.  I do not keep up with my music as much as I used to, sadly."

You softly say in Ilithic, "Unless it involves lyrics in some way, I fear I have not kept up with music at all."

You smile slightly.

Xelten chuckles to himself.

Asilyia hums to herself.

Fierolan nods to you.

A glacial white Ilithic cat stands up.

A glacial white Ilithic cat jumps up on the ivory velvet settee, then proceeds to make herself comfortable.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I never had the talent for it."

You rest your hand fondly on the cat's head, and she half-closes her eyes, purring softly.

You softly say in Ilithic, "It takes patience..."

You glance at Xelten, a male Elf.

You smile slightly.

You sit down on the settee.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "As I said, no talent for it."

Xelten laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "Much practice is required, and it slips away from you if you do not keep up."

You nod in agreement.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "In any event, as I was saying, it may serve us best to use intermediaries with Ralel.  And people are often surprisingly willing to tell their tales, as I am sure you both know."

Xelten nods in agreement.

You nod in agreement.

You softly say in Ilithic, "I will be sure to start lessening my public time with the Eye members then."

Fierolan nods to you.

Fierolan asks in Ilithic, "They should understand, wouldn't you think?"

You nod.

You softly say in Ilithic, "Especially since they are all aware of the Tower's distaste for them."

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "Precisely."

Xelten smiles.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "And to think, Meanne actually applied to be an Ambassador."

You softly say in Ilithic, "She also applied to be Court Historian..."

You sigh.

Xelten chuckles to himself.

You softly say in Ilithic, "If she gets that, no one will ever learn the correct history of anything."

You shake your head.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "They will learn wondrous fairy tales, however."

A glacial white Ilithic cat rolls over onto her back, wriggling on the silver silk rug.

Fierolan chuckles.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "How awful.  Perhaps she should be Court Bardess instead."

You softly say in Ilithic, "Though... Camria applied for Court Bard... and she is not even a Bard."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Camria's songs are horrible.  She sings one claiming that Morganae saved Sidhlot from a mob."

You arch your eyebrow.

Fierolan asks in Ilithic, "Are you quite serious?"

Fierolan glances at Xelten.

Xelten nods.

You softly say in Ilithic, "Mind you... she was never accused of being... bright..."

Fierolan asks in Ilithic, "Why did the Queen save that filth in the song?  Was it before he left the Mountain?"

Xelten says in Ilithic, "No."

You shake your head.

You sigh.

Xelten sighs.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Obnoxious little Elothean."

You softly say in Ilithic, "I am anxious to be able to say that I am not in the same unit as her..."

You frown.

Fierolan laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Leucius is proving a bit more... foolish than anticipated."

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "So Ayrell told me."

A glacial white Ilithic cat cleans her paws energetically.

Fierolan asks in Ilithic, "Very odd behavior.  No ranks?"

Fierolan chuckles to himself.

You nod.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Ridiculous."

You softly say in Ilithic, "Even the adan'f had ranks..."

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "It is basic military doctrine.  Perhaps he is trying to revolutionize it."

Fierolan smirks.

You softly say in Ilithic, "The whole reason the military was in shambles before was because of lack of order and everyone telling everyone else what to do... now it is the same thing... but with a Commander overseeing it."

Xelten smirks.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I do not expect he'll last long at that rate.  Then again, Forgenash is still one."

You give a slight nod.

You softly say in Ilithic, "And if you ever wish an earful... ask Bluewither her opinion of Aleyden remaining a Commander..."

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "Oh, they just appointed him.  I imagine he will remain in power for some time yet."

You softly ask in Ilithic, "Or Ileia.  Did you know that Aleyden told the Tower that Ileia was a traitor?"

Xelten raises an eyebrow.

The circle of obsidian on Xelten's forehead dims, causing his eyes to become briefly opaque and unreadable.

Xelten glances at you.

You softly say in Ilithic, "With good reason, she is still rather angry about it."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Interesting.  Her motives are always unclear, but I find it difficult to call her a traitor.  Especially since she has no loyalty to this land to begin with...."

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "I imagine so.  However, her part during the Outcast War is still shadowed."

You nod to Fierolan.

A glacial white Ilithic cat stands up.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "I myself can reach no conclusion as to what really happened."

You softly say in Ilithic, "She vows though that she did nothing traitorous to the Tower.  I suppose only she would know, though... there are bigger traitors out there that still roam free who do nothing to assist the city."

You shrug.

Fierolan nods.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "I give her the benefit of the doubt."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "And some who try to become court historians."

Xelten smirks.

You softly say in Ilithic, "Her past is not unknown though.  Even the Tower Guard informed me that if he has his way, she will hold no position."

You softly say in Ilithic, "Meanne, that is."

Xelten nods.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "If I've done my part correctly, the Tower is quite aware of her transgressions."

Fierolan nods.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "They are not fools."

You ponder.

You softly say to Xelten in Ilithic, "Speaking of the Tower... the Ferdahl said that you spoke to her about me... I was meaning to ask you if this was true."

Xelten ponders.

A glacial white Ilithic cat hisses at Fierolan.

Asilyia says in Ilithic, "Kitty, no."

Asilyia glares at a glacial white Ilithic cat.

Asilyia scoops the Ilithic cat up into her arms and hugs her tightly, but she wriggles from Asilyia's arms and jumps back down onto the floor.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Indeed, when I spoke to her a few months ago, I mentioned the idea of improving relations with an Emissary, and that you would be a potential candidate due to your qualifications."

Fierolan flashes a quick grin at Asilyia.

Asilyia smiles at Fierolan.

You give a slight nod.

You softly say in Ilithic, "I just did not realize that you had spoken to her directly, is all.  I just wanted to check.  Not that I thought she would lie."

You smile slightly.

Xelten nods.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I thought I'd informed you of it after doing so.  Apologies, darling."

You nod.

You softly say in Ilithic, "Why does it seem like there was something else we wished to discuss..."

You ponder.

A glacial white Ilithic cat cleans her paws energetically.

You softly say in Ilithic, "Asilyia's tantrum right before you arrived must have distracted me more than I realized."

You smile slightly.

Fierolan laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.

Xelten chuckles to himself.

Asilyia ponders.

Asilyia rests her hand fondly on the cat's head, and she half-closes her eyes, purring softly.

Xelten gazes at Asilyia.

You softly ask Xelten in Ilithic, "Do you remember?"

Xelten ponders.

Xelten shakes his head.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I'm afraid I can think of nothing."

You give a slight nod.

You softly say in Ilithic, "It could not have been too important then."

Your red ruby pulses against your forehead, giving off a faint glow.

Xelten's circle of obsidian pulses as shadows fill the sockets around his eyes for a brief moment, causing them to look sunken and old.

Asilyia shows Fierolan her swan whistle.

Asilyia asks in Ilithic, "Play?"

You glance at Asilyia, a female Elf.

Xelten chuckles at Asilyia.

A glacial white Ilithic cat jumps up on the ivory velvet settee, then proceeds to make herself comfortable.

Fierolan smiles.

Fierolan nods to Asilyia.

Asilyia offers Fierolan a rosewood swan whistle.

Fierolan accepts Asilyia's swan whistle.

With an expert's care, Fierolan carefully drains and cleans his swan whistle.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "That is how you clean it, by the way.  You should do that now and then."

Fierolan smiles at Asilyia.

Asilyia smiles.

Fierolan asks in Ilithic, "A clean whistle makes prettier sounds.  Would you like to hear anything special?"

You softly say to Fierolan in Ilithic, "She seems to like you.  That is a first.  She usually dislikes everyone."

You laugh softly, trying to hide your amusement.

Asilyia ponders.

Fierolan smiles at you.

Asilyia asks in Ilithic, "Song?"

Fierolan nods.

Xelten quietly says in Ilithic, "Something slow to put her to sleep.."

Xelten chuckles to himself.

Fierolan grins crookedly.

Fierolan fumbles slightly as he begins a masterful lullaby on his swan whistle.

You softly say in Ilithic, "I apologize.  She is rather fond of attention."

You shake your head at Asilyia.

Asilyia smiles.

Fierolan works at continuing a masterful lullaby on his swan whistle, but seems to be having trouble.

Asilyia takes a seat.

Asilyia gazes at Fierolan.

Xelten smiles.

Fierolan continues to play his swan whistle, his brow furrowed with concentration.

Fierolan stops playing his song.

Fierolan clears his throat.

Fierolan quietly says in Ilithic, "That was a bit harder."

You softly say in Ilithic, "Slower songs can be very difficult to play well."

Fierolan begins a slow lullaby on his swan whistle with only the slightest hint of difficulty.

You nod.

Fierolan gives a slight nod.

Fierolan concentrates intently on his technique as he continues to play a slow lullaby on his swan whistle.

Asilyia smiles.

A glacial white Ilithic cat cleans her paws energetically.

Fierolan concentrates intently on his technique as he continues to play a slow lullaby on his swan whistle.

Fierolan stops playing his song.

Asilyia beams at Fierolan!

Fierolan smiles at Asilyia.

You smile.

Fierolan offers Asilyia a rosewood swan whistle.

Asilyia stands up.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Goodness, that seems to have excited her even more."

Asilyia accepts Fierolan's swan whistle.

Xelten chuckles.

You softly say in Ilithic, "As I said... she just likes the attention."

Fierolan chuckles.

You softly say in Ilithic, "It is her birthday though, so I suppose I will let her be."

You smile at Asilyia.

Fierolan asks in Ilithic, "So Kitty was a birthday present as well?"

You nod to Fierolan.

Xelten nods.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Poor thing."

Xelten chuckles to himself.

You laugh softly, trying to hide your amusement.

Asilyia picks up a baby doll swaddled in a light blue blanket.

A glacial white Ilithic cat stands up.

(Asilyia wanders over to the cat.)

Asilyia rests her hand fondly on the cat's head, and she half-closes her eyes, purring softly.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I imagine she'll be asking for her own familiar soon enough."

Xelten gazes at Asilyia.

Fierolan asks in Ilithic, "Does she have the Elemental talent already?"

Fierolan gazes thoughtfully at Asilyia.

You nod to Fierolan.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Oh boy..."

You softly say in Ilithic, "I am surprised that she has not shown you yet."

Fierolan laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.

You softly say in Ilithic, "She is rather proud of it."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Several years sooner than I exhibited it, even.  She already learned to cast an Ethereal Shield."

Asilyia beams!

Asilyia says in Ilithic, "Shield."

Asilyia nods.

Fierolan smiles at Asilyia.

Asilyia traces an arcane sigil in the air.
You recognize the spell as Ethereal Shield.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "That's the tame bit though.  She seems to have begun developing her mother's electrical habit as well."

Asilyia gestures.
A shimmering shield surrounds Asilyia.

Asilyia giggles.

You blush slightly, the tips of your ears flushing with warmth.

Your red ruby pulses against your forehead, giving off a faint glow.

Fierolan looks at Asilyia and applauds!

Asilyia beams at Fierolan!

You softly say in Ilithic, "I will be keeping that under control, that is for certain."

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "Is her training guided by Melear or Augrym?  Of course, I am sure you are both her primary teachers."

Fierolan smiles.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "As of yet, she's not seen either."

You softly say in Ilithic, "I will take her to Melear, I believe."

The shimmering shield fades from around Asilyia.

Fierolan nods.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "She is a bit young for formal induction into the guild, likely."

You nod to Fierolan.

Xelten chuckles to himself.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Quite so."

You softly say in Ilithic, "That is what I was thinking."

A glacial white Ilithic cat stretches out on the tile floor.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "Though I imagine they would not be sorry to see her, soon enough.  Since she can already cast."

Fierolan exclaims to Asilyia in Ilithic, "Such a good shield, too!"

Xelten smiles.

Asilyia beams!

Asilyia traces an arcane sigil in the air.
You recognize the spell as Ethereal Shield.

Asilyia gestures at you.
A shimmering shield surrounds you.

Asilyia exclaims in Ilithic, "Mommy!"

Asilyia beams!

You laugh!

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I tried to teach her the Sphere of Protection, though she seemed more interested in Ayrell's magic."

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "Guildmistress Melear is probably the right choice for her first raining.  Guildmaster Augrym can come later."

Fierolan smiles.

Xelten smiles at Asilyia.

You nod.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "First training, that is."

You softly say in Ilithic, "The path to Melear is a bit safer for travel as well."

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "An easier road for the young lady."

Fierolan nods in agreement.

You softly say in Ilithic, "Unless she lingers outside too long but... I will not be letting her wander there alone for some time anyway."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I cannot imagine Augrym being tolerant of children."

You give a slight nod.

The shimmering shield fades from around you.

Fierolan laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.

You softly say in Ilithic, "She is full of surprises, that is for sure."

You smile at Asilyia.

Xelten smiles at Asilyia.

A glacial white Ilithic cat stands up.

A glacial white Ilithic cat jumps up on the ivory velvet settee, then proceeds to make herself comfortable.

You softly say in Ilithic, "As long as she stays out of trouble, I am content."

Xelten nods in agreement.

Fierolan smiles.

You softly say in Ilithic, "She takes after her father though, so I am certain she will give me a run for my money."

Fierolan chuckles to himself.

Asilyia wrinkles her nose.

You softly say to Asilyia in Ilithic, "Yes, you."

Asilyia giggles.

Xelten grins.

Fierolan chuckles to himself.

Xelten asks in Ilithic, "Are you saying I am trouble, darling?"

Xelten winks at you with a playful sparkle in his eyes.

You softly say in Ilithic, "Not at the moment, but perhaps in time."

You smile.

Fierolan asks in Ilithic, "Oh, I meant to ask you, when is the final competition for the Rose of Elanthia?"

Fierolan asks in Ilithic, "Or is that what they call the final?"

Xelten ponders.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I believe there are still contests for Zoluren and Therengia to be held, unless I missed hearing of them."

You give a slight nod.

You softly say in Ilithic, "I have been meaning to ask Leucius about that myself."

You softly say in Ilithic, "I will need to make sure that I have the evening available."

A glacial white Ilithic cat stands up.

You softly say in Ilithic, "Though I believe it will be a long and tiresome competition."

You sigh.

>l tiara
Set prominently in the center of this elegant circlet, the deep purple gem is held in place by an intricate knotwork of thin gold strands.  Sparkling lavender crystals have been embedded in the delicate base to each side of the central jewel, each meticulously crafted to portray a lotus blossom in various stages of growth.  Tall purple spires of luminous blown glass have been strategically spaced along the edge of the tiara to form the shape of the Great Tower of Shard.
There appears to be something written on it.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "With that many contestants, it may be.  They won't be holding one in Forfedhdar, then?  That is a relief."

Xelten chuckles.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I dearly hope not."

Your red ruby on your forehead shifts positions a bit.

You softly say in Ilithic, "They were afraid of the dwarven women..."

You clear your throat.

The circle of obsidian on Xelten's forehead dims, causing his eyes to become briefly opaque and unreadable.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "A Gor'Tog or Dwarf..."

Xelten shudders.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "I would hate to see that so-called rose."

Fierolan chuckles to himself.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "The Great Thorn of Forfedhdar."

You softly ask Fierolan in Ilithic, "Did I show you my prize that I received?"

You laugh softly, trying to hide your amusement.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "The lovely thistle of Forfedhdar."

Fierolan shakes his head at you.

Xelten smirks.

You remove a beautiful gold tiara adorned with a carved amethyst lotus blossom from your hair.

You show Fierolan your gold tiara.

A glacial white Ilithic cat sits down, sniffing at the tile floor.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "Oh my, that is very well-crafted."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "That was just the prize for being married to me.  You should see the tiara they gave her for being the Rose."

Xelten nods emphatically.

You ponder.

Fierolan laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.

You place a beautiful gold tiara adorned with a carved amethyst lotus blossom in your hair.

You softly say in Ilithic, "I do not expect to place in the finals, but it is worth trying at least."

Xelten smiles at you.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "You never know."

Fierolan smiles.

You give a slight nod.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "You should see the dress she is going to wear."

Xelten whistles a few soft, twittering notes.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Well, one of them, at any rate."

You softly say in Ilithic, "If the last couple competitions go as the island competition did, I may have a chance."

You laugh softly, trying to hide your amusement.

That is closed.

Fierolan asks in Ilithic, "Did we ever find out who placed ahead of Meanne?"

You shake your head.

You softly say in Ilithic, "I tried asking once but she was rambling on about something else."

You softly say in Ilithic, "That is not uncommon for her though."

You shrug.

Fierolan chuckles.

Asilyia stands near Xelten.

Asilyia snuggles up to Xelten.

Xelten smiles at Asilyia.

Xelten scratches Asilyia's back.  Asilyia smiles blissfully.

(Xelten pulls Asilyia onto his lap.)

A glacial white Ilithic cat stands up.

You softly say in Ilithic, "I heard that the competition there was not very good though.  As in.. the contestants were not... Rose material, as it was worded."

You ponder.

Asilyia smiles at Xelten.

Fierolan grins crookedly.

Xelten tweaks Asilyia's nose!

Asilyia wrinkles her nose.

(Asilyia pokes at Xelten's face.)

Xelten sticks his tongue out at Asilyia.

Asilyia sticks out her tongue at Xelten and lets loose with a loud, "Thbtbtbt" from her lips!

Xelten chuckles to himself.

You gaze at Asilyia.

A glacial white Ilithic cat lies down on the silver silk rug.

You softly say in Ilithic, "Perhaps one day Asilyia will be a fine lady and will be able to compete in the competition as well."

You softly say in Ilithic, "As you can see... I have some work to do yet..."

Fierolan asks Asilyia in Ilithic, "What do you think about that?"

Xelten grins.

Asilyia ponders.

Asilyia peers quizzically at Fierolan.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "She'll be a fine young lady eventually."

Xelten pats Asilyia on the back.

You softly say in Ilithic, "Eventually..."

Fierolan smiles.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "Well, thank you for inviting me to your home.  And a lovely home it is, by the way."

Xelten smiles at Fierolan.

You smile at Fierolan.

You softly say in Ilithic, "Thank you for stopping by.  I hope we did not keep you too long.  Asilyia can be.. a bit of a distraction for meetings."

Xelten chuckles.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "Oh, no.  I enjoyed it."

Fierolan smiles.

(Xelten sets Asilyia down on the floor.)

Xelten gets off the chair on which he was sitting.

Fierolan gets off the chair on which he was sitting.

You get off the settee.

Your red ruby on your forehead flares brightly.

Xelten's circle of obsidian pulses as shadows fill the sockets around his eyes for a brief moment, causing them to look sunken and old.

A glacial white Ilithic cat licks herself diligently.

You softly say in Ilithic, "I am glad you were able to make it.  I know it was rather short notice."

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "Oh, that's alright.  Happy birthday again, young lady."

Fierolan smiles at Asilyia.

Asilyia beams at Fierolan!

Asilyia shows Fierolan her swan whistle.

You softly say in Ilithic, "I believe that is her way of saying thank you."

You softly say in Ilithic, "Another trait we are still working on."

You gaze at Asilyia.

Xelten chuckles.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "And we still have to teach her Common."

Xelten rubs his head.

You give a slight nod.

Fierolan flashes a quick grin.

You softly say in Ilithic, "She is persistant.  She can get her point across in any language."

Xelten grins.

Xelten gathers the chairs together.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "I am sure she can.  And Common is so inelegant.  It can come later."

You nod in agreement.

Xelten nods in agreement.

You softly say in Ilithic, "She understands most when spoken, she just does not speak much herself."

Fierolan smiles.

A glacial white Ilithic cat rolls over onto her back, wriggling on the silver silk rug.

Asilyia kneels down.

Asilyia rests her hand fondly on the cat's head, and she half-closes her eyes, purring softly.

Fierolan says to Asilyia in Ilithic, "I hope you enjoy your whistle.  Remember not to take it outside in the rain, and keep it clean."

Fierolan smiles.

Asilyia nods.

Asilyia smiles.

Asilyia stands up.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "May the Queen's grace be upon you all."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "And upon you."

You softly ask Asilyia in Ilithic, "Now... do you remember what Mother taught you?"

Asilyia ponders.

Asilyia glances at you.

Asilyia glances at Fierolan.

Xelten glances at Asilyia.

Asilyia glances at a door.

Asilyia gazes at Fierolan.

Xelten seems to be waiting for something.

Asilyia bobs a quick curtsy to Fierolan.

Xelten smiles.

You smile.

You curtsy gracefully to Fierolan.

Fierolan smiles quickly.

Xelten bows.

(Fierolan bows to each in turn.)

You rattle the handle to the door.  It's already unlocked.

You open the door.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "Until next we meet."

Fierolan raises his hand in a quick salute.

You softly say in Ilithic, "Safe paths to you, Sir."

You smile.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "Thank you."

Fierolan walks through the door.

Asilyia hangs her head outside the door for a moment.

Ayrell gently pushes Asilyia back inside.)

Xelten closes the door.

Xelten peeks through a peephole in the door.

Xelten smiles.

Xelten pulls an arch-backed ebonwood chair over to the desk.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Goodness, it's already into the morning."

You give a slight nod.

You softly say in Ilithic, "Yes.  I should be getting Asilyia to sleep soon."

Asilyia shakes her head.

Xelten nods.

Asilyia says in Ilithic, "No.  No sleep."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "It's time for bed."

Asilyia gazes at you in defiance!

Xelten nods to Asilyia.

You arch your eyebrow.

You softly say to Asilyia in Ilithic, "We had this discussion the other night..."

A glacial white Ilithic cat stands up.

A glacial white Ilithic cat jumps up on the ivory velvet settee, then proceeds to make herself comfortable.

Asilyia glances at a rosewood swan whistle.

Xelten rubs Asilyia's head.

Asilyia asks you in Ilithic, "Play?"

Asilyia shows you a rosewood swan whistle.

Xelten chuckles.

You softly say in Ilithic, "I am afraid I would wake the neighbors worse than you, darling."

Xelten stretches out a hand imploringly to Asilyia.

You softly say to Asilyia in Ilithic, "I shall try to teach you how to play.... after you sleep."

Asilyia stands near Xelten.

Asilyia shows Xelten her swan whistle.

Xelten smiles at Asilyia.

Asilyia asks Xelten in Ilithic, "Play?"

Xelten nods.

Asilyia offers Xelten a rosewood swan whistle.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I'll give it a go, but then it's time for bed for you."

Xelten accepts Asilyia's swan whistle.

Asilyia gives a slight nod.

Asilyia gazes at Xelten.

Asilyia opens her backpack.

Asilyia puts her doll in her backpack.

Asilyia closes her backpack.

Xelten takes a charcoal grey cowl off his head.

Xelten puts his cowl in his thigh quiver.

Focusing his attention on Asilyia, Xelten struggles to begin some off-key scales on his swan whistle.

Xelten winces at his playing while he attempts to continue some off-key scales on his swan whistle.

Xelten offers Asilyia a rosewood swan whistle.

A glacial white Ilithic cat sits up.

Xelten fumbles over his own fingers as he continues to play, ruining his scales.

Xelten stops playing his song.

Asilyia accepts Xelten's swan whistle.

Xelten gets a charcoal grey cowl from inside his thigh quiver.

Xelten puts a charcoal grey cowl on his head.

Asilyia opens her backpack.

Asilyia puts her whistle in her backpack.

Asilyia closes her backpack.

You say to Asilyia in Ilithic, "That means it is bed time."

Asilyia begins pouting.

Asilyia gazes down at the floor.

Asilyia gives a slight nod.

Xelten rubs Asilyia gently, massaging her muscles.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "You can play more after your nap."

Asilyia gives a slight nod.

(Asilyia mopes, dragging her feet as she makes her way to her bedroom.)

Xelten whistles a few soft, twittering notes.

Xelten comes and stands near you.

Xelten enfolds you in a warm embrace.

You softly ask in Ilithic, "Perhaps we can go hunting after she is tucked in?  I can call someone to keep an eye on her?"

Xelten nods.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I could use some time in the Woods."

You nod.

You softly say in Ilithic, "I thought so."

A glacial white Ilithic cat licks herself diligently.

Xelten stops teaching.

Xelten rattles the handle of the door.

Xelten opens the door.

Xelten walks through the door.