Our first little fight

Mimie blinks.
Mimie leans on Avurekhos seeking consolation.
You ponder Mimie thoughtfully, looking her up and down.
You declare your intent to bear arms against Mimie.
Hecton inhales deeply before releasing a loud rumble, producing a characteristic 'hoom' as the air
leaves his lungs.
Heir Avurekhos Myeras, of Winter's Dream says to Mimie, "You will be okay, I just hope they dont
fully turn your Pai against you."
The howl of a distant wolf momentarily silences the crickets.
ruby-pommeled klangaxe of the Serenguard with both hands. Heir Avurekhos Myeras, of Winter's Dream
…is here, shrouded. He wields a mystic cudgel in his left hand and a war shield of the Killing Moon
in his right. Mimie is here, leaning on Avurekhos.
Mimie (Female Faeling).
She is 19 years old, having been born on the 14th of Kiani, 368 years after the Coming of Estarra.
She is ranked 570th in Lusternia.
She is an extremely credible character.
She is a Landloper in the Fellowship of Explorers.
She is a graduate of the Order of the Secret Flame (honours).
She is a member of the clan called 'Coppergem Jewelry Cartel.'
Her motto: 'I want to see more than my sight can.'
She is considered to be approximately 15% of your might.
She is not currently active in any family.
You tell Heir Avurekhos Myeras, of Winter's Dream, "Why is she here?"
Avurekhos tells you, "We spoke a month ago, when the forest was attacked and I had faced and felled
one of the two Gaudiguchians involved on said attack. She provided me with information that involved
the Scarlet, I will say no more."
Mimie says, "Ixchilgal knows now."
You tell Heir Avurekhos Myeras, of Winter's Dream, "I care not what information she has provided you,
 has she left her city?"
Avurekhos tells you, "Yes."
Avurekhos tells you, "Our Lady has watched over her, and told me that her heart was pure and she has
fully renounced her ties to all within Gaudiguch."
You tell Heir Avurekhos Myeras, of Winter's Dream, "Then what's the talk of Pai?"
You inspect your nails idly. How droll.
Mimie exhales slowly, allowing a long fluid breath to creep from her lungs.
Mimie stares blankly into space.
Avurekhos tells you, "Pai and Mimie are close, or were close but the Gaudiguchians are saying things
about Mimie to Pai."
Avurekhos hugs Mimie compassionately.
Mimie gives prayerbeads of Mysraian Aspects to Heir Avurekhos Myeras, of Winter's Dream.
Mimie says, "Keep those for me."
Avurekhos nods his head affirmatively.
You tell Heir Avurekhos Myeras, of Winter's Dream, "Do not bring her into Serenwilde without
Isluna's permission."
You place your hands on the Moonhart Mother Tree and find the link to the ethereal plane. Pulsating
energy flares throughout your field of vision, and you find yourself tumbling through the aether
pathways.
Your declaration of intent to bear arms against Mimie has expired.
A centaur hunter says, "Be safe, wildeling."
Avurekhos tells you, "I care not for the permission of Isluna, Our Lady has told me to watch over
her."
Snow brushed and silver misted woods.
The area is bathed with argent light as a thrumming power in the ground resonates from a war shrine
of Lisaera nearby. A thick cover of clouds obscures the sky in a sheet of dense white. An oak
sapling clings tenaciously to the ground here. The statuesque form of a Lady of the Argent Light
stands imposingly here.
You see exits leading east, southeast, west, and northwest.
Avurekhos tells you, "And I will watch over her."
 (Haters Anonymous): Avurekhos (from the Prime Material Plane) says, ":|."
You tell Heir Avurekhos Myeras, of Winter's Dream, "Watch over her as you've been commanded. You
will still follow induction policy."
 (Haters Anonymous): You say, ":/."
 (Haters Anonymous): Avurekhos (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Lisae says otherwise. :<."
 (Haters Anonymous): You say, "I don't trust her."
 (Haters Anonymous): You say, "She's fickle. And she was enemied. There's a process."
 (Haters Anonymous): Avurekhos (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "She was enemied by Caerlyr."
 (Haters Anonymous): Avurekhos (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "For trespassing. :P."
 (Haters Anonymous): You say, "Well? Get control of your boy."
 (Haters Anonymous): You say, "Lol."
 (Haters Anonymous): You say, "Do what you want but you've already inducted someone too early once.
Isluna's likely to flip."
 (Haters Anonymous): Avurekhos (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "I'm not inducting her."
 (Haters Anonymous): Avurekhos (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "I'm WATCHING over her, rofl."
 (Haters Anonymous): Avurekhos (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "So I just brought her here."
 (Haters Anonymous): Avurekhos (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "I already contacted Isluna
about it, and directed her to Isluna."
 (Haters Anonymous): Avurekhos (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Which is why I think there is
some confusion here. ._."
You greet Albion, the First of the Crones with a sincere smile.
Albion, the First of the Crones says, "Ah, Child of the Seren, in order to bring the fae to the
guidance of Mother Moon, you must hold a blessed moonflower and let your words empower the fae. Are
you willing to do this?"
You say, "Yes."
Albion, the First of the Crones lifts up a moonflower which begins to glow, then hands it to you.
Albion, the First of the Crones says, "Take this moonflower to the fae so they know you come under
the blessings of Mother Moon. Empower the fae to let them know they will grow strong under Mother
Moon's wisdom."
You narrow your eyes to thin slits.
You snort and snuffle at the air, sensing through a freckled, sun-kissed nose upon your face the
faint traces of others in the surrounding area.
You step into a flowering archway and are whisked to the Realm of Faethorn.
You snort and snuffle at the air, sensing through a freckled, sun-kissed nose upon your face the
faint traces of others in the surrounding area.
A wall of words.
It is quite mild. A hornbeam sapling clings tenaciously to the ground here. The imposing figure of a
member of the Queen's Honour Guard stands vigilant in the area. A brownie leaps about from foot to
foot here, giggling inanely.
You see exits leading north, east, and southwest.
A knight of the Queen's Honour Guard says, "Here, the Queen's words are law, and we follow her words
alone. Follow them as well, or your stay will be short and unpleasant."

You feel the touch of silver on your heart as the voice of Lisaera sings through an ethereal breeze,
that only you can hear, "You are wise to protect commune law, child. The Order can guide the hearts
and minds of the commune, and even alter it through your interactions with the Moonhart Council, but
we must never use our strength so overtly. There may come a time when I command the paths of the
wood Myself, but this is not that day."

You sing the praises of the heroic exploits of a brownie, recounting his many incredible adventures.
A brownie laughs and blushes, giving you a friendly nudge.
You compliment a brownie on his outstanding intellect and physique.
A brownie laughs and blushes, giving you a friendly nudge.
You confide in a brownie how much you admire his dazzling mental and physical skills.
A brownie laughs and blushes, giving you a friendly nudge.
You confide in a brownie how much you admire his dazzling mental and physical skills.
A brownie laughs and blushes, giving you a friendly nudge.
A brownie demands of you, "And so?"
Your ego drains as you consider your response.
A brownie demands of you, "So what do you want?"
Your ego drains as you consider your response.
You sing the praises of the heroic exploits of a brownie, recounting his many incredible adventures.
A brownie puffs up his chest and a crazy gleam enters his eyes as he vigorously agrees with you that
his intelligence and strength far surpass anyone else's.
A brownie says, "I'll trust you if you promise I won't be punished for abandoning my tah'vrai to
Mother Night."
A brownie leaps into your arms and clings desperately to you, breathing deeply of the fragrance of
the moonflower.
You gain some inspiration!
You purse your lips, deep in thought.
The silken calls of various birds that flit throughout Faethorn form a delightful melody.
You say, "I'm sorry, m'Lady. I did not mean to overstep Your will."
Softly, you say, "We will see the youth through, of course."
The voice whispers again, this time the sound resonating like a gale through Moonhart leaves, "You
did not, My Chalice. Rest easy and assured in knowing that I mean only to praise you for soothing
the situation as you did."
Looking away, you say, "I've upset him."
You give a pained sigh.
A whistling breeze winds its way south with the softest sound of bells marking its passing.
You feel the touch of a mother's hand on your shoulder as the voice continues, "My Wrath acts with
his passions. It is what makes him suitable for the Crone, but there is a lot of the Maiden in him,
as well - you are a strong pairing for this, as you bear the Mother foremost in your being."
You nod your head emphatically.
Avurekhos tells you, "She will read over the leaves, but Isluna will handle the induction process. I
did not mean to cause any confusion, I was not going to induct her but watch her."
Avurekhos tells you, "I apologize if I seemed a bit...angry, the wrath of the crone came out of me,
my dear."
The touch lingers on as the voice fades, after whispering, "You must be kinder to yourself. Give in
to your instincts this way more often, My child - they are why I find you of sound enough heart and
spirit for your role as My chalice."
A whistling breeze winds its way south with the softest sound of bells marking its passing.
You tell Heir Avurekhos Myeras, of Winter's Dream, "Yes, we see the Crone in you, my love."
A glint of silver mail heralds the entry of a knight of Faethorn.
With a silvery gleam, a unicorn prances in from the southwest.
You say, "I hear your words, my Lady."
A slight jingle of mail is the last sound as the knight walks north.
The delicate chime of bells softly sounds as a unicorn leaves to the north.