Potential

The melodious voice of Gurashi resonates in your mind, "Does the Silent One have a book?"

You tell Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe, "I... do not believe so, no? Though I could tell you of the tenets if you wished."

The melodious voice of Gurashi resonates in your mind, "Hrm."

The melodious voice of Gurashi resonates in your mind, "Maybe. Am still having some thoughts. Many thank yous."

You tell Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe, "I see."

The melodious voice of Gurashi resonates in your mind, "Am still trying to unlock potential, so think means have to learn more things first to figure it out."

You tell Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe, "Well, that is typically how one goes about doing it."

The melodious voice of Gurashi resonates in your mind, "Yes!"

You shed wyrden demigod form and flow as a spirit through the verdant leaves, embracing the physical once more and arrive at where two streams join.

Where two streams join.
The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. There is a very light rain shower. Two small streams flow down from northeast and southeast to join into a single, larger river here. The water is turbulent and flecked with white. Rocks are scattered through the river's flow, creating a flow similar to that at rapids. More stones and gravel have been deposited at the river banks, lying below the roots of the oaks and willows that shadow the two tributaries. A slender leothin sits here motionless, brightening its surroundings with its natural golden bio-luminescence. Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe is riding on Bizirik, the leothin. He wields a wooden lute engraved with spiders in his left hand and a whimsical copper spatula in his right hand.
You see exits leading northeast, southeast, and west.

You ponder Gurashi thoughtfully, looking him up and down.

You pat Bizirik, the leothin in a friendly manner.
Bizirik, the leothin stares blankly at you. After a moment its tail lifts once then thumps back against the ground with potential delight.

You say to Gurashi, "The potential is already there, I think."

You say to Gurashi, "It is just how you go about using it."

Gurashi blinks.

The horizon glows with burnished shades of orange and red, heralding the imminent arrival of Father Sun upon the rim of the world.

As the sun's rays begin to break over the horizon, a slender leothin's amaranthine visage begins to fade back to a soft gray, wings dissolving like mist with the morning light.

You ask Gurashi, "Dedicated, you are, to the Glomdoring, yes, but... you haven't focused that dedication to something, have you?"

The soft glow of the sun reflects in a beautiful array of colours upon the water's surface, an almost entrancing display of nature's grace.

Gurashi watches you speak, thoughtful, reserved.

You say to Gurashi, "Some focus their dedication through serving a deity, or battle. Others through furthering the culture of the Glomdoring, or teaching the young."

Quietly, you ask Gurashi, "How do you serve?"

Gurashi continues to watch you, not minding the water rushing by his legs.

Bizirik's head begins to droop. It opens its great maw and curls back its lips to allow its forked tongue to unfurl as it yawns before snapping its mouth shut.

You nod your head at Gurashi.

Faintly buzzing, Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe says, "Am... always spreading word of Wyrd through song or story. Am keeping my friends and allies healthy and protected and fed."

Faintly buzzing, Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe says, "Thought these things were enough."

You ponder the situation.

You say, "Yes, though... few of these things are direct action."

The soft glow of the sun reflects in a beautiful array of colours upon the water's surface, an almost entrancing display of nature's grace.

Bursting open, the clouds in the sky release a light pitter-patter of rain.

Gurashi tilts his head and listens intently to you.

Glorious rays of morning light burst forth from Father Sun's crown as it peeks over the world's edge, announcing a bright and shining new dawn.

The soft glow of the sun reflects in a beautiful array of colours upon the water's surface, an almost entrancing display of nature's grace.

Faintly buzzing, Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe says, "Not...action?"

Softly, you ask Gurashi, "Have you found your tah'vrai?"

Faintly buzzing, Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe says, "I...."

Gurashi stares blankly into space.

You tilt your head curiously at Gurashi.

Gurashi shakes his head finally. "Thought did."

Faintly buzzing, Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe says to you, "But Lady of Roses and Lord Silence want something more from."

You ponder Gurashi thoughtfully, looking him up and down.

You ask Gurashi, "Do you know what They want?"

With a great sigh, Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe says to you, "No."

The soft glow of the sun reflects in a beautiful array of colours upon the water's surface, an almost entrancing display of nature's grace.

Faintly buzzing, Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe says to you, "Am supposed to figure it out, and thought that did but was totally wrong, and was most definitely not expecting that so."

Gurashi stomps about in the shallows of the river, huffing and puffing.

You ponder the situation.

Suddenly, Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe says, "Am working on it."

Faintly buzzing, Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe says, "Because know how important it is."

Gurashi twiddles his thumbs.

You ask Gurashi, "What would you do for the Glomdoring? For the Wyrd?"

The soft glow of the sun reflects in a beautiful array of colours upon the water's surface, an almost entrancing display of nature's grace.

Gurashi blinks.

Faintly buzzing, Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe says to you, "A-anything."

Gurashi suddenly rubs the back of his neck.

You ponder Gurashi thoughtfully, looking him up and down.

You say to Gurashi, "Perhaps that is what They want from you."

The soft glow of the sun reflects in a beautiful array of colours upon the water's surface, an almost entrancing display of nature's grace.

You murmur, "Anything, everything..."

22:52:41 You stare blankly into space.

Gurashi's eyes raise to the heavens as a look of hope flashes across his face.

Gurashi reaches up, rubbing at the end of his beak.

You ask Gurashi, "Once, would you have done anything for the Queen you served, before you left the Hive?"

Bizirik's head begins to droop. It opens its great maw and curls back its lips to allow its forked tongue to unfurl as it yawns before snapping its mouth shut.

Quietly, Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe says to you, "Uhm - think so."

You nod solemnly.

Gurashi chitters softly, mandibles clicking against his face.

Softly, you say to Gurashi, "Prove that you would do anything for Them, perhaps."

Gurashi heaves a great sigh, suddenly seeming quite defeated.

Gurashi nods his head at you.

You say, "I do not know what that would entail."

You say, "And neither do you, it may seem."

You smile wryly at Gurashi.

Gurashi gives you a look, possibly confused, possibly wounded.

You say, "It may be your own life."

You ponder the situation.

You murmur softly to yourself.

Suddenly, Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe says to you, "But that would be easy."

Gurashi blinks.

You say to Gurashi, "Or perhaps..."

You ponder the situation.

Faintly buzzing, Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe says to you, "To lay down own life would be easy."

Faintly buzzing, Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe says, "And thought would be His wish to lay down life of other but."

Shaking his head, Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe says, "That was wrong too. At least, who thought."

The soft glow of the sun reflects in a beautiful array of colours upon the water's surface, an almost entrancing display of nature's grace.

Faintly buzzing, Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe says to you, "Has been asking questions about Miss Lief a lot lately."

Faintly buzzing, Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe says to you, "But also said was not the one that would be ultimately doing... whatever is that am doing... against."

Gurashi looks confused, throwing back his head with a little frustrated whistle.

Continuing the hunt for his dark mate, Father Sun presses forward in his journey, lowering himself in the sky yet still casting even, full light upon the land.

You have emoted: Esei blinks slowly.

You ponder the situation.

You say, "Perhaps it is her Lady."

You murmur softly to yourself.

Faintly buzzing, Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe says, "...am..."

Faintly buzzing, Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe says, "Not capable of killing a Goddess."

You stare implacably at Gurashi.

Gurashi lets out a startled laugh at the absurdity of the mention.

You ask Gurashi, "Have you tried?"

In disbelief, Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe says to you, "Have ever tried to kill a Divine? No, cannot say that have."

Gurashi boggles at you.

You ask Gurashi, "Then how do you know you're not incapable?"

You stare blankly into space.

You ask Gurashi, "Then... how... do you know you're... incapable?"

You peer at yourself unscrupulously.

Waving his arms, Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe says to you, "Can hardly handle some of Her followers in combat, let alone could handle Her."

Bursting open, the clouds in the sky release a light pitter-patter of rain.
Gurashi raises all four fists defensively, though it's hardly intimidating.

Gurashi's mandibles twitch slightly as he voices a brief, curious chirr.

Gurashi's mandibles twitch slightly as he voices a brief, curious chirr.

You pause for a second in contemplation.

You smile wryly at Gurashi.

Shadows swirl around your arm as the Fingerblade of dha'Wyrden-cree digs itself more painfully into your finger.

You ponder the situation.

You say, "There is a teaching, within His Order."

Gurashi tilts his head and listens intently to you.

You say, "The shroud of the Amalgam."

Gurashi stares implacably at you.

Shadows grow longer in anticipation for the return of their dark mistress as Father Sun's chase brings him closer to the world's edge.

As nightfall steals the last vestiges of daylight, a slender leothin's muted coat begins to shine with a violaceous radiance, and a double pair of wings materializes, grandly extended as if they've been there all along.

The soft glow of the sun reflects in a beautiful array of colours upon the water's surface, an almost entrancing display of nature's grace.

You say, "It dictates... the importance of the whole. Each part is unique and imporant, but inferior to the whole, and replaceable."

Gurashi tilts his head and listens intently to you.

Bizirik, the leothin appears from somewhere underwater, trouncing nearby and out of the river. It chatters at you, then shakes itself off, staring up at Gurashi.

You whisper, "We are each only part of the whole that is the Wyrd."

You ponder Gurashi thoughtfully, looking him up and down.

Bizirik's head begins to droop. It opens its great maw and curls back its lips to allow its forked tongue to unfurl as it yawns before snapping its mouth shut.

As the sun passes below the horizon's edge, Mother Night unveils her terrible, shadowy beauty, spreading darkness across the land.

You say to Gurashi, "You are... incredibly kind, and dare I say, innocent."

Gurashi nods his head at you.

Gurashi blinks.

Faintly buzzing, Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe asks, "Innocent?"

Gurashi stares at you blinking, obviously confused.

Bizirik's head begins to droop. It opens its great maw and curls back its lips to allow its forked tongue to unfurl as it yawns before snapping its mouth shut.

You say to Gurashi, "You speak to outsiders as though any of them can be your friend, without ulterior motives."

Gurashi blinks.

Gurashi watches you closely at this. "...well, yeah." He says, as if it were common knowledge.

You smile wryly at Gurashi.

You say, "Without a sharp edge, while being so guileless..."

You have emoted: Esei picks up a semi-hardened clump of dirt and contemplates it for a moment. Then, they crush it within their hand.

Gurashi continues to stare intently at you. Beside him, Bizirik abruptly looks up, nostrils flaring. It makes no noise, but regards its kepheran companion closely.

Across the heavens, the stars and moon challenge night's dark reign, revealing familiar constellations that tell the tales of myth and legend.

You whisper, "Without a guard, they can find your weakness and -exploit- it. Ruthlessly."

After a pause, Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe asks you, "...am being exploited?"

Gurashi stares implacably at you.

Tiredly, you say to Gurashi, "From where I stand... you are being exploited by the Serenwilder you make your company with so often."

Faintly buzzing, Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe says to you, "But Miss Lief does not ask anything of."

A wry smile spreads across your face.

You ask, "Doesn't she?"

Faintly buzzing, Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe says to you, "Mean, asks if can stay friends which is -fine-."

Gurashi flails about helplessly.

Quietly, you ask, "But at what cost?"

Gurashi stares implacably at you.

In the still air you can hear the soft rippling of the waters and feel the gentle tug of the current as it flows past you.

Gurashi doesn't answer this time, lowering his gaze to consider his reflection.

You ask, "What price will she wring from you?"

Gurashi stares implacably at you.

Quietly, Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe says, "But..."

You murmur, "Perhaps not now, not soon."

You murmur, "But eventually."

You murmur, "She will no longer be your friend."

You ask Gurashi, "And... what is the point of a friend whose Goddess has harmed Him so much, who stole from Him? Who carries the very essence of that Goddess?"

Gurashi listens to you, or at least looks like it - for a while. Eventually his stare drifts, and he looks aside, chittering softly.

Gurashi sighs softly, looking suddenly very tired.

In the still air you can hear the soft rippling of the waters and feel the gentle tug of the current as it flows past you.

Lowly, you ask, "I have cleaned my hands of her. Shall you?"

Without hesitation, Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe says to you, "Do not know."

You smile wryly at Gurashi.

Gurashi finally looks out over the river again, then bows his head politely to you. He lets out a whistle, and Bizirik bounds to his side, chattering noisily.

You say to Gurashi, "And that, I believe, is why They are asking Their questions."

Looking away, Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe says, "Be well, Esei."

Gurashi, riding Bizirik, the leothin, drifts northeastward, trailed by the hauntingly beautiful notes that dance upon the air.
With a playful chirr, Bizirik turns sharply and scampers off to the northeast.

You smile softly.

You think to yourself: Your potential is there, Gurashi.

You think to yourself: But how will you use it?