First Watch

Gurashi's melodic voice sings into your mind, "You are right - I did quite like the wispies. The
healy ones? They sing so nice."

Within a serene glade.
Four pillars of sand flow onto a bed-sized slab of white marble which rises from the ground,
surrounded by a nimbus of domotheon energies. Resting peacefully in repose upon the healing mound,
the cocooned figure of the Goddess Li-varili is kept vigil by the gentle light of twinkling
domothean crystals. A sickly taint wyrm with razor teeth is coiled on the ground here, spoiling her
own flesh with her corrosive stench. Wreathed in aurulent ivy, a pristine healing mound gleams
invitingly. Long tresses of emerald vines extending down her back, an ivy fae stands here, her
downcast gaze demure. Veldrin frowns deeply, lines creasing her forehead. She wields a midnight
black tear stained violin in her right hand.
You see a single exit leading west.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Gurashi, The Heart's Friend, "They do indeed. I believe
that is due, in some part, to the Lady Rhapsody, or at least my Lady's great love for Her. I saw
that you were at the healing mound a few moments past."

Four pillars of sand flow onto a bed-sized slab of white marble which rises from the ground,
surrounded by a nimbus of domotheon energies. Resting peacefully in repose upon the healing mound,
the cocooned figure of the Goddess Li-varili is kept vigil by the gentle light of twinkling
domothean crystals. A sickly taint wyrm with razor teeth is coiled on the ground here, spoiling her
own flesh with her corrosive stench. Wreathed in aurulent ivy, a pristine healing mound gleams
invitingly. Long tresses of emerald vines extending down her back, an ivy fae stands here, her
downcast gaze demure. Veldrin frowns deeply, lines creasing her forehead. She wields a midnight
black tear stained violin in her right hand.
You see a single exit leading west.

A disarming sense of peace emanates from this sacred place as a cocoon of light bearing the Goddess
Li-varili rests in repose, as if the Lady of the Lagoons rests outside of time and space itself.

Veldrin twitches spasmodically.

Descending in a series of heavy wingbeats, Avaris's arrival stirs up currents of
displaced air as he alights to one side of a cocoon of light bearing the Goddess Li-varili, taloned
feet sinking into the earth for purchase. Straightening, he faces forward as he folds his wings at
his back in a layered cloak of golden feathers, which he clasps his hands beneath. Several of the
glowing, stylised eyes that reside in the aureate plumage fix upon Veldrin, and do not waver.

((LOOK Veldrin))
She is an ordinary human vernal ascendant. She is rather short for her race. Her head is crowned
with pure wispy silver locks that spill like a waterfall down over her form down to her feet.
Countless tiny bells are woven into her hair dull and in some cases slightly chared. Her robe draped
over her slight frame. A pair of black draconic wings sprout from her back, the muscles to weak too
do much more then stir the air about her. A pair of horns run from her fore head back tword her
crown. While her ears are mostly hidden in her hair, Slight points can been seen to them. Her face
bares high cheek bones and a pair of soft pale grey eyes. Her skin appears to be coated in a mostly
clear flexable crystal shell. Tattooed on her gut is an illustration of a golden Ouroboros. Velvety
coils of incandescent indigo billow about her shoulders like a luxurious shawl, its threads woven of
eventide fog and vespertine blooms.

Resembling an entity from the cosmic planes, her head is wreathed in undulating strands of
shimmering cosmic fire. Attuned to her moods, the chromatic waves are in constant flux, from rising
up in a halo of incandescent anger to streaming back in ripples of pleasure.
She is wearing:
a changeling intaglio
a fesix bandolier
a feathered mantle of eternal despair
an ebon stop watch of caliginous shadows
a Sigil of the Ouroboros embedded deeply around her navel
a golden Ouroboros ring
a dark Ouroboros veil crown
an ominous cloak of the Ouroboros
a string of serpentine prayer beads of Legion
a fesix bandolier
a sleek pilot uniform infused with aetherlight
a golden Ouroboros ring
the Mage's Belt of Extraordinary Relativity
a circlet of interlocking crystal
an iron ring of churning smog
a sombre hollow tongue stud
a stole of the Ouroborian Priesthood
white onyx prayer beads embellished with quartz
a Crown of the Soulless.


Veldrin twitches spasmodically.

Veldrin inclines her head politely to you.

In a cool chorus of many layered voices, Avaris responds to Veldrin's
acknowledgement with, "Tainted. Your purpose here?"

Veldrin D'Cente says, "Our purpose? we aided with the healing, played a song, and now await any who
need to learn how aide in the healing."

Antennae curving sinuously towards Veldrin, Avaris says, "How noble. Your
motivation for doing so?"

Veldrin ponders a moment before responding softly, "we prayed to The Lady Emyreal for a way to
assist as long as it did not destroy us, or run counter to Magnagora...a follower of her approched
us and taught us the method a few weaves ago".

Impassive, the light-forged markings roaming about in patient vigilance about the
area, Avaris says, "That is not your motivation. Why do you wish to assist my Lady?"

Veldrin frowns slightly at the question, "If your lady is The Healer, we assist because we asked to
assist, if your lady is the one of Lagoons, we assist because we know what it is to be alone ... our
general consensious within is more Eldars combat ready increases the over all survival rate of the
basin against the Soulless".

Veldrin says with a slight huff, " we have uncounted reasons and motivations..if you have the time
we could walk you though more of them.."

In an even manner, that is very faintly dry in its delivery, Avaris replies, "You
assist because you asked to assist. That is not motivation. Why did you ask to assist in the first
place? As for survival rate, this One is hardly a boon in that regard. Did She not wipe out a
colossal number of lives in Her misguided Awakening?" Freeing a hand from beneath his wings, he
gestures at Veldrin in invitation, claws glinting. "By all means."

You sense the passage of Calfuray to the west with a faceted pair of crystalline ears.

Calfuray enters from the west, emanating an aura of immense power.

Veldrin gives a soft sigh, "lets see then, some with in wish to help because if our sister was
wounded we would wish help healing or aiding her..Others because it is a "good thing" to do..others
because we where curious if it would be possible..others because we where bored.."


Calfuray's eyes twinkle enchantingly.

Within a serene glade.
Four pillars of sand flow onto a bed-sized slab of white marble which rises from the ground,
surrounded by a nimbus of domotheon energies. Resting peacefully in repose upon the healing mound,
the cocooned figure of the Goddess Li-varili is kept vigil by the gentle light of twinkling
domothean crystals. A sickly taint wyrm with razor teeth is coiled on the ground here, spoiling her
own flesh with her corrosive stench. Long tresses of emerald vines extending down her back, an ivy
fae stands here, her downcast gaze demure. Wreathed in aurulent ivy, a pristine healing mound gleams
invitingly. Flickering like a ghostly light, a will-o-wisp floats through the air. Veldrin D'Cente
is here, shrouded. She wields a midnight black tear stained violin in her right hand. Glistening
with a sanguine beauty, a she'nasim nereid casts a disdainful glare on her surroundings.
You see a single exit leading west.

((LOOK Calfuray))
She is a glistening mugwump demigoddess. Midnight skin covers her body, dark shades of blues,
purples, and greens flow over lean, well-defined muscles. Her body curves around the chest and under
the waist, accentuating her feminine features. Stark white hair has been neatly braided into thin
rows, moving from her forehead all the way back to hang just over her shoulder, each braid adorned
with a feather, or a tiny skull, a wooden bead or a runed pebble. The braids are bothered only by
dual rows of short spikes, both beginning at the centre of her forehead and finishing just under the
ears. Humanoid mouth and nose adorn the face, resting under a pair of large, yellow eyes with dark
pupils. A slight sheen covers her skin, the result of a protective liquid secreted from her skin,
which also results in every fabric sticking to her skin. Soothing mists of water and light weave
about her in a sparkling white veil, marking the truefavour of Lantra, the Empyreal. The
intoxicating fragrance of bromeliads perfumes the air as a glaucous spray of water churns
impulsively about her, relishing the truefavour of Li-varili, Lady of the Lagoons.

She is wearing:
a bloodstone lizard bracelet
a midnight-black engagement ring set with a fiery ruby
a beautiful silver bracelet with jeweled wildflowers
a sapphire heart pendant
a platinum skeletal exoskeleton
an alluring bromeliad flower is tucked between the neat white braids of her hair
a smooth pearl ring
a silver snake ring
a ring of tortured arias.


Humble Calfuray, Avower of the Archons says, "Any out of love?"

Veldrin continues on, "others because of our anger at precived injustice..others to keep an eye on
her..others to watch out for plots or dangers.."

Replying to Veldrin, Avaris says, "It is unusual for a Magnagoran to claim to be so
concerned with doing the 'good thing', as you put it." At Calfuray's arrival, a large number of the
effulgent, stylised eyes that adorn the kephera's wings shift to her, where they remain. "You are
one of the Bloodtide Coven."

Veldrin takes a deep breath.

Veldrin's ears perk up as her attention turns towards Calfuray.

Veldrin D'Cente says to Calfuray, "We love our sisters..we think.."

Veldrin sucks thoughtfully on her teeth.

Veldrin dryly responds as they turn back to the location Avaris voice is coming form, "We are
Veldrin..unusual is a common descriptor for us".

At the confirmation, the expressionless visor of Avaris's helm-like head turns
slowly to face Calfuray, the curved blades of his golden, layered crest shining in the sunlight.
"Your motivation for assisting in that moronic endeavour?"

Humble Calfuray, Avower of the Archons says, "Dreams, inspirations, fun, love."

Staring at Calfuray, Avaris's ensuing silence is thick with disapproval, which
suffuses the resonant harmony of his words. "I see. You are insane."

Veldrin gives a trillingly melodic laugh.

Gurashi's melodic voice sings into your mind, "*a flurry of pastel colors, a sense of apology,
anxiety, familiar excitement* --Ah, am sorry - so sorry. There were many peoples aiding Her,
earlier, and was keeping up many conversations at once. I did not mean to lose tracks - it is nice,
a nice place, and nicely to see so many coming to-gether to bring Her helps, Her healies..."

Calfuray nods her head sagely at you.

Humble Calfuray, Avower of the Archons says, "Curse of my kin."

Avaris gestures at Calfuray with a curt motion of his upper right hand, sharp tips
tracing gold lines through the air. "Explain."

Humble Calfuray, Avower of the Archons says, "Are you familiar with project Soulforge?"

Voice resonating with choral harmonics, you say, "I am not."

Calfuray gives a pained sigh.

Humble Calfuray, Avower of the Archons says to Veldrin, "Isn't it sad when religion replaces
knowledge?"

Veldrin's ears perk up as her attention turns towards Calfuray.

Veldrin D'Cente says, "They are not mutually exclusive.."

Avaris dips his sharp chin down in a brief nod at Veldrin. "The Tainted is correct.
Explain yourself, if you care so much about spreading knowledge."

Humble Calfuray, Avower of the Archons says, "Project Soulforge is another of Celest's failures."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Reader Illyria, Listener of the Silent Knell, "[The
mental equivalent of an eye turning briefly your way, the regard lacking in hostility.] I believe
so. Displeased, as ever, but well enough. What of yourself, Illyria?"

Humble Calfuray, Avower of the Archons says, "One that destroyed the research institute of Balach
swamp."

Humble Calfuray, Avower of the Archons says, "Because why shouldn't an empire harness the power of a
soulless god?"

The soft voice of Illyria tickles your ear, "[feather soft and somehow liquid, the tranquil sense of
nearness grows stronger as she contemplates] I am.. happy. Very much so. It pleases me to hear that
you are healing- your mind certainly feels more whole. Displeased, though?"

Resonant, calm, and clear, the sound of a distant feminine voice chants softly in a language beyond
your understanding as faint motes of white brighten and arc about a cocoon of light bearing the
Goddess Li-varili.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Gurashi, The Heart's Friend, "It is quite alright,
Gurashi. It seems that your announcement achieved the desired effect, if so many are frequenting the
mound, and providing aid. There has been no trouble, I trust?"

Humble Calfuray, Avower of the Archons says, "Anyway, that mess unleashed a wave of Muud's influence
over Balach, and essentially drove the entire Mugwump population into madness."

Gurashi's melodic voice sings into your mind, "*assent - assent - assent* Ah! Yes! Ouwah - BOTHS of
thems, have, actually, did you know? The ones about Miss Vaevaya, and about uhm, the Healing Mound,
too? Have had peoples ask me about Miss Vaevaya and promise to send her wishes and things!!"

Gurashi's melodic voice sings into your mind, "And, yes! Are all sorts of peoples at the mound! I
spent a whole two days with Miss Veldrin - did you know she plays musics for the Lady while She
sleeps? Gentle kinds, wishing Her to get better. And other peoples, they pray and talk to Her!
Peoples in cocoons can hear what is going on outside of thems, after all. I am glad so many are
being so nicely to She."

The sharp sound of chitin tapping upon adamant carapace emanates from beneath
Avaris's wings as he listens, expression unreadable. "And you use that as an excuse for your
abhorrent actions?"

Calfuray gives a trillingly melodic laugh.

Humble Calfuray, Avower of the Archons says, "Of course not."

Humble Calfuray, Avower of the Archons says, "I already listed the reasons of why I did that."

Veldrin turns her attention towards you as her ears perk up in interest.

Voice resonating with choral harmonics, you say, "Which stem from your claimed insanity, yes?"

Calfuray shrugs helplessly.

Humble Calfuray, Avower of the Archons says, "Who knows."

Humble Calfuray, Avower of the Archons says, "I'm certainly not a healer."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Reader Illyria, Listener of the Silent Knell, "[A brief
increase in interest.] Oh? What is it that has made you so very happy? I am haler, now, yes. My Lady
is kind, as ever. [A faint, irritable weariness.] Oh, much of the same. Misguided fools, and
engaging in supporting those that I have no desire to."

Calfuray laughs out loud.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Gurashi, The Heart's Friend, "I was not aware that the
Tainted played music, no. That is kind, in its way. I admit that I did not expect such a fervent
degree of care for Her."

Voice resonating with choral harmonics, you say, "And yet you seek to join my Lady. Why is that?"

Humble Calfuray, Avower of the Archons says, "To learn."

Gurashi's melodic voice sings into your mind, "*there is a very long pause at this, the colors
swirling, at first hues of indigo and cerulean, brightening back to saffron, sunset shades* Peoples
are largely goodly, I think. A lot of peoples and Peoples wanted to help Her, remember? I think, it
is in our natures, to want to reach outs when someone or Someone is suffering."

Humble Calfuray, Avower of the Archons says, "Though She did hold an audience with me, and advised
me to wait."

Staring still at Calfuray, Avaris's voice is cool as he says, "I am aware. You are
capable of learning healing elsewhere. Why do you seek my Lady for this purpose?"

The soft voice of Illyria tickles your ear, "Mm.. [The first question is considered- or rather, the
willingness to answer is considered. Instead of a vocal reply, the shadowed serenity of her mind is
briefly lit with a glittering constellation of smoke-shaded stars, like aphotic diamonds glittering
in and reflecting the imperceptible but palpable light of a love that runs deep to the very soul.
Then, it is veiled away once more.] Supporting the misguided? Or supporting those who support the
misguided?"

Humble Calfuray, Avower of the Archons says, "Do you know of any other Hamadhi around?"

Humble Calfuray, Avower of the Archons says, "Perhaps I should put my efforts into beaconing a
certain other Hamadhi? Is that what you wish?"

Voice resonating with choral harmonics, you say, "I know of a great many other healers. You are not
capable of learning a Hamadhi's arts."

Voice resonating with choral harmonics, you say, "I would prefer that only those truly Devoted to my
Lady come to Her, for who She is, not what She can provide them. I do not care what you do with
yourself, so long as you do not trouble Her, or Hers."

Humble Calfuray, Avower of the Archons says, "You use such possessive language."

The angle of Avaris's head shifts, the ridged flare of his jaw rising. "You are not
very familiar with how the dynamic of Divine and servant works, are you? I am Hers. I serve Her, and
thus She is my Lady, as She is the Lady of all in Her Order. There is nothing possessive about it.
You would refer to Queen Azula as your Queen, and be correct in it, without laying claim to her as a
person."

Humble Calfuray, Avower of the Archons says, "I must rest, but please hear me on one last thing. The
council voted on allowing me into the city, and the Lady Empyreal did not toss me back out. If you
have problems with my citizen status, take it up to either of Them. As it should be."

Voice resonating with choral harmonics, you say, "I will take my problems with you up with you, as
is proper. You will not escape the consequences of your participation in that terrible act entirely,
wretch. Not while I persist."

Humble Calfuray, Avower of the Archons says, "Go ahead. Attack a citizen."

Veldrin mutters and traces a cobalt blue pentagram in the air that remains hovering before her.

Avaris's antennae curls at this, disdain ringing in the harmony of his choral
tones. "When did I ever say that I would attack you? I need not ever touch you."

Humble Calfuray, Avower of the Archons says, "Ah, good. Then if it's only talking, I could just
drown out that chittering."

Humble Calfuray, Avower of the Archons says, "May you both have a wonderful day!"

The chirping of crickets surrounds you in a medley of night-time music.

Calfuray bows respectfully before the cocoon.

Calfuray leaves to the west, emanating an aura of immense power.
You sense the passage of Calfuray to the west with a faceted pair of crystalline ears.

Looking downtrodden, Veldrin sadly shakes her head.

Watching the departing mugwump in silence for a time, Avaris eventually turns his
attention back to Veldrin. "Your opinion on that fool's actions, in supporting the Lady Li-varili?"

Veldrin turns her attention towards you as her ears perk up in interest.

Veldrin D'Cente says, "Which part of supporting her? as in the trying to channel the eye to awaken a
unknown spirit? or in general support of Li'varili."

Veldrin D'Cente says, "The supposed betrayal of her communie..?"

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Reader Illyria, Listener of the Silent Knell, "[The
umbral-touched stars are considered in turn by a vast constellation of effulgent, stylised eyes,
their regard intent. The love elicits a strange discomfort from him, which is swiftly obscured by a
wall of bladed light.] Ah. I see. How fortunate for you both. I support my Lady, and Her endeavours.
You are aware of the fallen Lady of the Lagoon's ongoing convalescence?"

Avaris lifts a spiked shoulder in a slight shrug. "Whichever you like. All, if you
choose - Though I was referring to the first portion, moreso."

Veldrin creases her brow in a frown.

Veldrin sips lucidity slush from an Ouroborian vial of jade and black diamond.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Gurashi, The Heart's Friend, "If that were the case, then
there would be little or not conflict in the world, I feel. Too many disregard the suffering of
others in favour of their own gain, whatever form that takes."

Gurashi's melodic voice sings into your mind, "*they consider this, mulling over their thoughts for
a time, drifting back to silence - rather suddenly they speak up again, voice ringing bright* Mister
Avaris, do ... you like to read??"

Veldrin ponders quietly a moment as their crystal shell takes on a slightly hazy shade of grey, "We
are unsure about all the talk about betraying her communie as we have not confirmed from their
leadership any exspress orders not to aide the Lady Li'varili".

Veldrin continues with a slight sigh, "Assisting a bitter, angry, Eldar in the channeling of an
artifact that is beyond their power in a task that is dangrous was foolish...though we are unsure if
we would of aided, we were deinied the chance to make that choice..until anger made the choice for
us.."

Veldrin slumps slightly as their skin throbs a deep amber, "As to the general support..we know what
it is to be alone, and betrayed..that gives us both strong reason to support her, and to know how
dangrous a state of mind that is.."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Gurashi, The Heart's Friend, "It is one of the activities
that I take great satisfaction from, yes. It is how I learned much of what I know today. Why do you
ask?"

Listening in silence, Avaris watches Veldrin impassively for a time, returning his
hand to its brethren at the small of his back. "I see. If given the choice, would you have supported
Her?"

Veldrin twitches spasmodically.

Gurashi's melodic voice sings into your mind, "Ah! Oh, ahm. *it is as if you can see them before
you, fingers tapping together, anxiety and hesitation and eagerness, embarrassment all painted
clearly before your mind's eye* I have. Written things! I, uh."

Veldrin D'Cente says, "We spent much time at her fulcrux..we wished to be her friend and let her
know she was not alone..to sooth and calm before..bad things."

Veldrin gives a pained sigh.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Gurashi, The Heart's Friend, "[A benign patience, his
presence calm and steady, reassuring in its quite expectancy.]."

Veldrin D'Cente says, "If the Warlady had ordered us to support her in channeling the Eye, we likely
would of."

A misty wisp of healing light floats out to the west, faintly dimming in brilliance.

Gurashi's melodic voice sings into your mind, "I-I mentioned that was making a book, about my Most
Beloveds Mysrai? Made a books for Thems. I think mentioned. I finished! And, ah, I wanted to know,
if you had any interest in reading it? *a pause* ... and, then, I wrote, ANOTHER book, yes! A
differently one, yes. And a letter to go along with THAT ones, 'cause we usually miss one-anothers.
But it is a little embarrassing."

Gurashi's melodic voice sings into your mind, "B-but! I wanted to know, if might have any interest,
in reading either, or, boths, or neither?? I do not write books, normally. The first one I wrote was
kind of dumb and pointless, but these are ... nnnnot?"

Voice resonating with choral harmonics, you ask, "And if she had given neither orders for or
against, but left it up to your discretion?"

Veldrin erratically pulsates in hues of ruby, emerald and sapphire.

The soft voice of Illyria tickles your ear, "[No attempt is made to intrude upon the discomfort,
even before it is veiled] I have, yes. I have empowered Her magnolias as well. I do not think the
Lady should suffer needlessly- either She should be removed entirely, or healed entirely. That half-
state of suffering is what drove Her to Her actions in the first place."

Veldrin D'Cente says, "We are..unsure..consensious was never reached within."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Gurashi, The Heart's Friend, "[A keen sense of sincere
curiosity.] I would be most interested in reading both, if you are comfortable with the prospect,
Gurashi. I do not mind waiting until you are ready to show it to others - I know it can
be...Difficult, to show such aspects of yourself to others, when you are not confident in them."

Avaris's antennae twitch towards Veldrin at this. "Elaborate upon that."

Veldrin D'Cente says, "The danger to Magnagora and the basin in channeling the Eye was..most
consider an unacceptable level of risk for anything under a soulless attempting to devour the
Basin..again.."

Gurashi's melodic voice sings into your mind, "Ah! Oh! Uh! No! I have no hesitations about the ones
for my Most Beloved, I do not. That one is even in Their libraries, I think They liked it! Maybe?
She giggled a lot, but She often giggles as a mothie ... *there is a long, contemplative pause, the
anxiety fading, replaced with something number, quieter* I would like to share this with you, I
think. Had already decided, yes."

Gurashi's melodic voice sings into your mind, "I will be, ah, sending you two things, in a moment,
then! Do not have to read now, by any means!"

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Reader Illyria, Listener of the Silent Knell, "[An
unamused thrumming of agreement.] Indeed. I would be wary about voicing your opinion as to the
former option. The Elders do not take such well, from experience."

Veldrin D'Cente says, "We've been told repeatly by .."

Veldrin clenches her fists as she angrily flickers a ruby red.

Veldrin D'Cente says, "Some..that there is addtional information and things are not black and white
but a grey.."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Gurashi, The Heart's Friend, "I will be sure to read them
when I am able to afford them the entirety of my attention, as they no doubt deserve."

Voice resonating with choral harmonics, you say, "Such as?"

Gurashi's melodic voice sings into your mind, "T-thank you! Thank you many thank yous - you are very
kind, yes yes. Please be ready, my dirigibles will be bringing thems to you so be ready to catch."

With a loud yet playful whistle, a mechanical dirigible comes puttering in on currents of air, its
metallic claw grasping a leather bound book of pressed blossoms, which it quickly deposits in your
hands.

A mechanical dirigible bobs up and down on the air currents before jets of steam erupt from several
of its valves, then putters off.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Gurashi, The Heart's Friend, "You have nothing to thank
me for, Gurashi. It is you that is giving the gift, not I."

Gurashi's melodic voice sings into your mind, "No no, you are doing me a kindness by willing to
reads, that is a kindness in itselfs, yes yes."

Gurashi's melodic voice sings into your mind, "Dirigibles ... puttering ..."

With a loud yet playful whistle, a mechanical dirigible comes puttering in on currents of air, its
metallic claw grasping a pretty violet letter, which it quickly deposits in your hands.

Gurashi's melodic voice sings into your mind, "A-ha! Yes yes there it goes, there are thems boths."

A mechanical dirigible bobs up and down on the air currents before jets of steam erupt from several
of its valves, then putters off.

Gurashi's melodic voice sings into your mind, "Did they both a-rrive? I do not usually not NOT rely
on Biziriks..."

Veldrin D'Cente says, "They will not tell us, we've not spoken to much of our city sense the
event..we currently consider those who assisted the blood coven outside the one who has explained
why they did what they did to be Traitors .."

Veldrin D'Cente says, "But..the Warlady apprently dose not which likely means she has more
information then us.."

Veldrin twitches spasmodically.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Gurashi, The Heart's Friend, "They arrived safely,
Gurashi, indeed. That is a useful contraption that you have."

Gurashi's melodic voice sings into your mind, "Isn't it cute? It was what I had long long long
before I ever found Bizi even."

Veldrin D'Cente says, "It is possible once we understand their reasoning, and what ever was promised
or the like that we will change our view.."

Veldrin sways back and forth.

Veldrin takes a deep breath and closes their eyes, the red glow fading from their form.

The air about Avaris shivers as he utters a low, thoughtful vibration of sound. "I
see. Do you foresee the Warlady sharing this information with you?"

Veldrin shrugs softly with a sigh, "If it serves the city for us to know, likely, if not.. we
possibly will not be informed.."

Gurashi's melodic voice sings into your mind, "I must go now, Mister Avaris. Stay goodly and kind,
yes! Goodly lucks with the Ladies, yes yes!"

The soft voice of Illyria tickles your ear, "Hm. Who would, when one mentions the killing of one of
their few remaining kin? And yet... it remains my opinion."

Veldrin D'Cente says, "We think all of the blood Coven should explain what the Nil they where
thinking..if it was a grab for personal power..if they where promised the Eye..what ever their
reason we feel there is still something hidden.."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Reader Illyria, Listener of the Silent Knell, "I would,
if the kin were a danger to others, and needed to be put down."

Veldrin creases her brow in a frown.

Avaris's head jerks down in a sharp nod. "We are in agreement on this. It seems
that all are content to allow them to saunter onwards, free of consequence. I do not understand it."

The soft voice of Illyria tickles your ear, "[a general sense of quiet agreement, though touched
with sadness]."

Veldrin D'Cente says, "And now..one who repeatly visited her fulcrux while in the coven has appeared
here twice in one weave, a similar pattern which makes us even more paranoid.."

Voice resonating with choral harmonics, you ask, "You believe they are engaged in malfeasance?"

Veldrin thrusts her palm towards her forehead and hits it with a resounding *smack*!

Veldrin D'Cente says, "We are Magnagorian, we'"

Veldrin D'Cente says, "We've learned everyone has alteror motives at all times it seems."

Veldrin gives a pained sigh.

Calmly, and with complete sincerity, Avaris says, "I do not. Nor does my Lady."

Veldrin D'Cente says, "We've never met your Lady, or you..so that is possible we suppose.."

Veldrin sucks thoughtfully on her teeth.

Veldrin D'Cente says, "For now, healing their Lady lightly aligns with the general will of your
Lady."

Veldrin creases her brow in a frown.

Veldrin D'Cente says, "Annoying! looking into words to much."

Veldrin mutters discontentedly.

A slight inclination of Avaris's head precedes, "She wishes to repair the damage
that was done to the Lady of the Lagoons, because it is the right thing to do. There is no ulterior
motive, no subtle plan, or expectation of reward - Nor even gratitude. My Lady would do the same,
even if She knew beyond a doubt that Lady Li-varili would lash out at Her the moment She awoke."

Veldrin D'Cente says, "We agree, our sister was known for her rage, if she where injured and we
could healer her..we would..even though she likely would just rage again."

Veldrin sways back and forth.

Veldrin's ears perk up with a sudden interest.

Voice resonating with choral harmonics, you say, "Tell me of your sister. You have spoken of her a
number of times, now."

Veldrin shrugs helplessly.

Veldrin D'Cente says, "Her name was Munsia, she was a geomancer, and the Earthen Ire .. she killed
and was highly disrupted about as much inside the city as without."

You sense the passage of Illyria to the west with a faceted pair of crystalline ears.

The surrounding shadows stretch and writhe, coiling lovingly around Illyria as she enters from the
west.
Winking motes of crepuscular dreams drift in from the west, heralding the arrival of a nimble dream
phoenix with wings made of lissome shadows.

Veldrin D'Cente says, "She is gone now..as is Sister Arimisia..so our siblings are gone."

Veldrin shrugs helplessly.

Drifting like a mirrored inverse of the willowisps, Illyria pauses within the glade, laying a hand
upon a tree and listening curiously as she takes in and assesses those present.

Veldrin's ears perk up as her attention turns towards Illyria.

Veldrin D'Cente says, "New person! do you require instruction on how to assist the healing?"

With a quiet sound of understanding, Avaris nods, offering no words of comfort.
Several of the radiant eyes within his wings turn at Illyria's arrival, as does his visored face.
"Illyria."

You sense the passage of Aeldra to the west with a faceted pair of crystalline ears.

Aeldra inclines her head politely to those around her.

Boundless light flows forth from a pure white magnolia flower in its descent, floating gently
towards a cocoon of light bearing the Goddess Li-varili in a swirl of soothing energies. The
entirety of the healing mound illuminates in answer, drawing strength from the offering.

The Goddess Li-varili stirs gently in Her repose, the illumined scars upon the length of Her body
fading somewhat as the light of the magnolias shines amidst the slow, gradual process of healing.

Aeldra appears suddenly refreshed and rejuvenated as a gentle white light suffuses her in its
immaculate glow.

Illyria studies Veldrin quietly, bemusement written faintly on her face. "No. I require no
assistance," she says simply, crossing the glade on the opposite side, closer to you to approach the
cocoon.

You incline your head politely to Aeldra.

The soft voice of Illyria tickles your ear, "A Magnagoran? What does she want here?"

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

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Reader Illyria, Listener of the Silent Knell, "Apparently
to do "the good thing." I am struggling to accept it as truth, but they seem to believe it as so.
They are unusual. I suggest speaking with them."

A pert little nose takes in a delicate whiff of Veldrin's surroundings.

Veldrin inclines her head politely to Aeldra.

Aeldra briefly scans the room, smiling at you as she sees you, before resting her eyes
contemplatively upon a cocoon of light bearing the Goddess Li-varili.

Holding the magnolia in her palm, the lambent white petals all the more brilliant against the
shadows that curl around her wrists and fingers, Illyria returns her gaze to Veldrin. "I would not
have expected a Magnagoran to care for a healing ritual," she murmurs.

Unmoving from his post by the cocoon as Illyria approaches, the myriad, glowing
eyes of Avaris's wings shift to keep track of each occupant of the area. "Lady Aeldra."

Veldrin gives a slight grin as they respond, "yea, one of those fun games of one of these things is
not like the other".

Veldrin sucks thoughtfully on her teeth.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Lady Aeldra Ladyn, of Cerulean Waters, "Have you wished
upon our new star friend? I think that you would like her very much, given her closeness to our
Lady, and general innocence and sense of joyous wonder."

Illyria's eyes flick to a sickly taint wyrm with razor teeth, her nose twitching at the unmistakable
scent of taint, and then back. She lifts her shoulder in a tiny shrug, then turns and drifts back
into the trees, holding the magnolia out before her in her cupped hands.

Light and shadow ripple as a crepuscular dream phoenix glides west with a proud sweep of her wings
made of lissome shadows, trailing swirling eddies of flower petals.
You sense the passage of Illyria to the west with a faceted pair of crystalline ears.

Veldrin D'Cente says, "We really should write a pamphlet or something..hand it out to avoid
repeating response to questions."

Caressing your ear, the voice of Aeldra whispers, "As a matter of fact, I have earlier written a
letter with a wish to this lovely star friend, whom I hope to one day meet in person."

Veldrin D'Cente says to you, "You're interorgation was rather effective, we would likely use it if
that is ok.."

Veldrin sucks thoughtfully on her teeth.

Veldrin D'Cente says, "Maybe pin it to our chest or something.."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Lady Aeldra Ladyn, of Cerulean Waters, "Ah. I am not
certain if she can read, in truth - That is why I encouraged Gurashi to instruct others to utilise
origami that speak. I also believe that she does not generally venture forth from beneath our Lady's
aegis in New Celest. If you wish to meet her, you may wish to linger there for a time, and look to
the stars. Somewhere quieter, perhaps, within the city."

Lifting a massive, armoured shoulder in an indifferent shrug, Avaris replies, "If
that is what you wish. Do not twist my words or intent, and I have no qualms with it."

Veldrin sways back and forth.

Caressing your ear, the voice of Aeldra whispers, "Oh, I was not aware of that. Well, I will see
that I spend some time under the open sky in the city... the gardens are a lovely place, well, if
the weather is not, you know, as the usual."

You sense the passage of Illyria to the west with a faceted pair of crystalline ears.

Winking motes of crepuscular dreams drift in from the west, heralding the arrival of a nimble dream
phoenix with wings made of lissome shadows.

Boundless light flows forth from a pure white magnolia flower in its descent, floating gently
towards a cocoon of light bearing the Goddess Li-varili in a swirl of soothing energies. The
entirety of the healing mound illuminates in answer, drawing strength from the offering.

The Goddess Li-varili stirs gently in Her repose, the illumined scars upon the length of Her body
fading somewhat as the light of the magnolias shines amidst the slow, gradual process of healing.

Illyria appears suddenly refreshed and rejuvenated as a gentle white light suffuses her in its
immaculate glow.

Aeldra's eyes narrow slightly, a hint of a frown on her lips.

Veldrin D'Cente says, "That would be a really fast way of undercutting the whole thing.."

Illyria glances at Veldrin, catching only the last, and frowning.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Lady Aeldra Ladyn, of Cerulean Waters, "Indeed so. I have
encountered her both times within the meditation gardens. She enjoys the pond there, I believe,
though she does not like the storms very much. Perhaps invite her inside one of the buildings
nearby, if she does appear to you there."

Veldrin twitches spasmodically.

Caressing your ear, the voice of Aeldra whispers, "Hm, near the willow tree?"

Midnight shadows coalesce around a new day, and Mother Night embraces the land in utter darkness.
It is now the 5th of Juliary, 594 years after the Coming of Estarra.

The air around Aeldra blurs as she chants under her breath. She shakes her head and blinks in
confusion.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Lady Aeldra Ladyn, of Cerulean Waters, "Ah, near the
southwest of the area, but anywhere pleasant should suffice. Ask her to show you her doll - That
will make her happy."

Caressing your ear, the voice of Aeldra whispers, "I will certainly ask her to do so."

Caressing your ear, the voice of Aeldra whispers, "I shall go and seek such a spot, if trouble
arises, am only a call away. I hope we can speak soon in less... dire circumstances."

Aeldra inclines her head politely to those around her.

Aeldra has left the area.

Veldrin sways back and forth.

The dense fluff of his mane stirring in the breeze, Avaris is otherwise still as he
maintains his vigil by the cocoon.

Illyria curtseys gracefully before you.

Light and shadow ripple as a crepuscular dream phoenix glides west with a proud sweep of her wings
made of lissome shadows, trailing swirling eddies of flower petals.
You sense the passage of Illyria to the west with a faceted pair of crystalline ears.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Lady Aeldra Ladyn, of Cerulean Waters, "Likewise, Aeldra.
I wish you well with her."

Veldrin D'Cente says, "..where they glaring at us?"

Voice resonating with choral harmonics, you ask, "Any particular they?"

Veldrin D'Cente says, "We felt hostility..wanted to make sure it was either just our imigination
or..not..we rarely leave interact with others outside our city aisde from battle so our social
senses might be a bit off.."

Veldrin twitches spasmodically.

Veldrin D'Cente says, "Sorry, we rarely interact..the leave was part of another thought."

Dipping his head in a small nod of understanding, Avaris says, calmly, "Then it is
likely they were, yes. Magnagorans are not a popular people."

Veldrin gives a pained sigh.

Veldrin slumps down, slowly throbbing a deep amber.

Veldrin D'Cente says, "Aye, fair enough."

Veldrin inclines her head politely to you.

Veldrin D'Cente says, "Be well, and vigilient we feel better leaving if you are going to be about
for a bit."

Veldrin D'Cente says, "Oh."

The angle of Avaris's visored face tracks Veldrin's descent, utterly
expressionless. "If you are unhappy with it, there are better places to pledge yourself to." To
Veldrin's words, he nods. "I ever am."

Veldrin gives a small divine cookie to you.

Veldrin spreads her arms wide, and the air between her hands begins to warp and twist, dancing with
brilliant multicoloured light as she bores a hole through the fabric of the planes.

Avaris regards the cookie in silence for a time, then nods curtly.

The air freshens as a sickly taint wyrm with razor teeth slithers off to the ether.

Once the Magnagoran is gone, Avaris lifts the cookie up and crushes it into powder,
flicking the remnants aside with distaste.

You put a small divine cookie into a portable incineration bin.
The hinged doors on a portable incineration bin bend and contort to properly accommodate the size of
a small divine cookie, before snapping shut with a clang. A sudden WOOSH follows, with a thin wisp
of smoke wafting out from a minute gap between the doors. The doors on a portable incineration bin
soon reopen, revealing naught inside but spent ash.

You think to yourself: "As if I would ever foul myself with that which has touched the Taint."