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- Lovingly running his fingers over the beads looped about his forearm, Avaris stares
- up at the sky, antennae undulating with thought.
- You think to yourself: "Perhaps I am simply too zealous. All of Celest seems to believe hugs and
- affection to be the correct reaction to the corrupt. Why should I believe my stance to be the
- correct one, I suppose?"
- A low, buzzing note of displeasure shudders through the air about Avaris as he
- lowers his gaze to the celadon prayer beads, frowning.
- You think to yourself: "I do not think that will eradicate the taint, or the Wyrd. It is simply
- inviting them in."
- (The Avowing): Lantra says, "You appear pensive, My Avaris. Does something weigh upon you?"
- Avaris's antennae flick upright as he raises his head, curling his hand back from
- the beads guiltily.
- (The Avowing): You say, "Ah. Somewhat, my Lady. I do not think my speaking of it will be welcomed. I
- do not wish to make any of Yours more uncomfortable than I already have."
- (The Avowing): Lantra says, "I see. Then I will trust your Wisdom on the matter."
- Soothing winds blow in with a calming sigh, drawing a veil of water and light that reveals a hazy
- figure standing alone in the mist.
- Mists of water and light shimmer about a veiled figure shrouded in starlight as a calm, feminine
- voice whispers, "Are you so swift in your search of conflict?"
- Startled, Avaris moves rapidly from his cross-legged position to that of his
- typical posture of reverence, one knee pressed upon the ground. Bowing his head hastily, he clasps
- his hands across his chest, antennae squirming with mild discomfort. "I...I was not searching for
- it, my Lady. I promise You, this time I was not."
- There is a visible softening of the lights that wreathe a veiled figure shrouded in starlight as
- your words are spoken, twinkling with a subtler radiance. "I see. Then what weighs upon you so
- heavily?"
- A faint breath vents from between the invisible seams of Avaris's featureless face
- as he considers the question. Lifting a weighty shoulder in a slow shrug, he replies, "Much the same
- as ever, my Lady. Sometimes I think that I am too zealous in my views and actions." Lifting his
- upper right hand free, he gestures, the motion forceful, a growing vehemence in his resonating
- words. "I know that being kind can sway the fallen to the Light, my Lady - I do. But, I...I just do
- not think it should be the only approach. I cannot abide seeing twisted, corrupted monstrosities
- being lavished with affection and treated like beloved companions."
- The soft mist that swirls around a veiled figure shrouded in starlight turns contemplative,
- considering as the Goddess says, "You sense that all of the city of Light might follow the path of
- Raziela, while few take the path of Methrenton or Shakiniel, so to speak."
- Avaris's pointed chin dips down in a reluctant nod, the sentiment bleeding into his
- voice. "Most, at least, my Lady. I feel there is an imbalance. All of the Supernals should have
- Their teachings adhered to, venerated, not solely Lady Raziela."
- Mists of water and light shimmer about a veiled figure shrouded in starlight as a calm, feminine
- voice whispers, "I wonder. Which Supernal's teachings are most akin to your understanding of the
- Light?"
- Glancing at a veiled figure shrouded in starlight surreptitiously via several of
- the smaller markings within his wings, Avaris places his hand back upon its brethren. "I...Feel that
- is not too difficult an answer to guess at, my Lady."
- "Humor Me," a veiled figure shrouded in starlight says simply.
- Immediately, Avaris replies with an even, "Lord Methrenton, my Lady." He pauses,
- and then amends, "Though I feel an affinity for Lady Shakiniel and Lord Japhiel, as well."
- "That is well," a veiled figure shrouded in starlight answers, the mists swirling about Her
- shimmering with lambent light. "The Forge of Methrenton can stoke many a holy flame into action,
- giving renewed purpose. It is an admirable path to follow."
- Tracking the flow of the misty currents with his light-forged eyes, Avaris dips his
- head in agreement. "As are they all, my Lady. Your Supernals are very fine beings to emulate. You
- raised Them well."
- There is a maternal tenderness to Her words as a veiled figure shrouded in starlight speaks,
- replying, "Eventru and I spent many years by their side, in truth. We had not anticipated to become
- so close to beings that others viewed as inferior to Us Elders, unfinished and left as they were.
- There is a pride to be had in seeing how they have come into their own, even if not as Divine, but
- as great beings in their own right."
- You think to yourself: A rising warmth, kindled by the simple pleasure of hearing Her speak so
- fondly, of Her satisfaction in a motherly role.
- Mists of water and light shimmer about a veiled figure shrouded in starlight as a calm, feminine
- voice whispers, "I am told that upon Eventru's return to the Basin of Life, He healed Raziela from a
- terrible affliction. Even He, for all the bluster the others so maligned Him for, cared deeply for
- the Supernals."
- Antennae twitching towards a veiled figure shrouded in starlight, Avaris listens
- attentively in polite silence. "That speaks well of Him indeed, my Lady. As does Your high opinion
- of Him." He pauses, as if weighing speaking further, then ventures carefully, "Were You very fond of
- Him?"
- "I was," a veiled figure shrouded in starlight replies evenly, motes of light twirling about Her
- form. "Even if others were decidedly not. He possessed a magnetic charisma that drew others to Him,
- and the will and strength to command action in times of great difficulty and duress. His was an
- unwavering conviction, one that I am certain navigated New Celest through many a storm, in His time
- here."
- Mists of water and light shimmer about a veiled figure shrouded in starlight as a calm, feminine
- voice whispers, "Even among Elders, He was polarizing. And yet that is true of most of the Firsts,
- in truth."
- The sun playing across the alabaster of his flared jawline as he tilts his head,
- Avaris's mien grows thoughtful as he absorbs the information. "Charisma is something that has ever
- fascinated me. It seems, I think, something that people are simply born with - Or Someone is made
- with, in the Elder's case. I do not know if it can ever be learned, as much can be." Freeing a hand
- to gesture gently at the city that surrounds them, he asks, "Do You think Celest would be different,
- now, if He were here today?"
- "It would change in some manner, though I cannot say how it would manifest." As a veiled figure
- shrouded in starlight considers the query, stardust whirls about her in a shimmering array of cosmic
- energies. "At the very least, I would be pleased to see the Exalted once more. He was My First, but
- I would call Him among My friends, and trusted confidantes. We were peers." To the earlier question,
- as if belated recalling it, She says merely, "We all have Our gifts, yes. Those with charisma
- possess a unique one. I would not count Myself among Their number."
- With the careful, delicate manner of one picking their way across a floor strewn
- with broken glass, Avaris says, "I do not think that You lack charisma, my Lady. You do not share
- the same type as He did, but there is a magnetism to You all the same, simply...Gentler. I think
- that people are drawn to You without knowing it." Tapping a clawed fingertip against the curve of
- his armoured chest, he asks, curiosity bright in the chorus of his voice, "Who would You call Your
- friends, my Lady?"
- Swiftly, Avaris adds, "If You are comfortable saying so, of course. I do not wish
- to pry."
- There is a long, sustained silence as the starry motes slow in their rhythm around a veiled figure
- shrouded in starlight in reply. What seems, at first, to be mere contemplation stretches into
- something almost uncomfortable, until at last the Goddess says merely, "You are kind to say so. I am
- pleased that the Order finds themselves drawn to Me, such as I am."
- Mists of water and light shimmer about a veiled figure shrouded in starlight as a calm, feminine
- voice whispers, "There are those I respect within the Basin of Life, and those I do not. Let Us say
- that."
- At the lengthening span of contemplation, the dense red of Avaris's antennae flows
- down into a steep frown as he slowly raises his head to regard a veiled figure shrouded in starlight
- searchingly. "Such as You are," he repeats in a voice that verges on the flat, while remaining
- courteous. "My Lady, what do You mean by that?" At the latter response, he dips his head in a nod,
- not intent on pursuing the topic.
- "It is no matter," a veiled figure shrouded in starlight replies, the answer carried on a sigh of
- soothing winds. The mists about Her shift and churn, Her calm voice continuing, "And what of your
- friendships? Have they weathered the aftermath of your trial?"
- The angle of Avaris's antennae, if anything, grows more severe at a veiled figure
- shrouded in starlight's response. "Respectfully, my Lady, I disagree. I think it is a very great
- matter, indeed." Inhaling a slow breath, he lowers his face once more. "But I will not pursue it."
- The 'For now' goes unspoken as he considers the question posed to him, a faintly chagrined sound
- vibrating in his throat. "I do not think that I have very many friends, my Lady. However, those that
- seem to care somewhat for me have been...Upset, to varying degrees."
- Lifting a shoulder in a small shrug, Avaris says, "I do not know if they will all
- weather my selfishness, but I am trying to repair what I can. Immaculate Nabithia, Lady Aeldra,
- Cheliyi - All are not happy with me."
- Mists of water and light shimmer about a veiled figure shrouded in starlight as a calm, feminine
- voice whispers, "I see. Have you had much success in your endeavors?"
- Silent for a time, Avaris eventually gives his head a small shake. "No. Immaculate
- Nabithia is still angry with me, though a shade less so. Lady Aeldra was in tears at me earlier this
- month. Cheliyi, at least, says that she can be mollified with baking." He pauses, uttering a brief,
- frustrated sound. "Though I upset her near immediately after."
- "Time is one of the Basin's greatest healers. The wound is still fresh. Give it time to mend," a
- veiled figure shrouded in starlight offers gently, the mists about her sparkling with a soothing
- radiance.
- Bowing his head to a veiled figure shrouded in starlight's Wisdom, Avaris replies,
- "Yes, my Lady. I will try not to inflict too many in the meantime. Is there any point in my asking
- You if You would like me to do anything for You?"
- "Continue to attempt to mend that which has been broken in your absence," a veiled figure shrouded
- in starlight says in answer, Her veiled countenance turning to look upon you thoughtfully. "Bonds of
- trust are fragile, My Avaris. I would not have you lose such out of a desire to strengthen your bond
- to Me. For My Order is an extension of Me, and what I am."
- Mists of water and light shimmer about a veiled figure shrouded in starlight as a calm, feminine
- voice whispers, "And allow yourself the grace to gather yourself and try again, if your first
- attempts do not succeed."
- Despite the downturned manner in which Avaris holds his head, he manages to set it
- at an angle that subtly suggests a growing stubbornness - Which abruptly collapses as he sighs,
- relenting. In a faintly resigned, dutiful tone, he answers, "Yes, my Lady. I will try. I cannot
- promise You that I will succeed. You know how I am with people."
- "Would you have preferred I asked you to trust in your own Wisdom?" a veiled figure shrouded in
- starlight asks, the motes around her twinkling with a glimmer of something akin to humor.
- Holding up a long, plated palm as if to ward the notion aware, Avaris's voice is
- slightly pained, though tinged more strongly with gentle mirth. "Please, my Lady. Have mercy."
- Washing over a veiled figure shrouded in starlight in a curtain of water and mist, the Goddess
- recedes into the aether as quiet laughter ripples around Her with celestial light, vanishing in a
- whirl of white.
- A gentle rain whispers into existence, bearing with it a passing veil of mist; when it vanishes, the
- shimmering figure is no longer to be found.
- Avaris lowers his hand, eyes awash with shining motes of light.
- You think to yourself: The sound of Her laughter, gently gathered close, so that it might be
- replayed, as a favourite song.
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