Pysynne becomes a Vernal Ascendant

You have emoted: Smiling brightly, Ani looks around at those gathered and speaks clearly, "We are gathered here this weave to raise Pysynne as a Vernal Ascendant of the Serenwilde."

You have emoted: Ani rummages in her backpack, bringing forth a small pot of silvery paint and takes a step towards Pysynne, tugging him down so that she can reach his forehead. Dipping her paw into the paint, she reaches up to Pysynne's forehead and draws the symbol of the triple moon - the Full Moon flanked either side by the Crescents - and then two lines arch up across his upper forehead in resemblance of antlers of White Hart.

You say to Pysynne, "We all are gathered here to bring you great power and responsibility. While you are of the Listeners at the Veil and rely upon our Ancestors, do not forget those who else serve the Serenwilde. The Sowers of the Last Seed, the Allied Tribes of the Wodewoses, and the Listeners at the Veil are one and the same - we are Serenwilde. You, are Serenwilde. As Sparrow likes to say, the world is the forest, and the forest is the world, and so I would hope with this power we grant you, that you would live in this image, bringing and upholding honour for our home."

Pysynne blinks as he is abruptly pulled downwards, his eyes closing in calm repose as the paint is applied.

As he nods slowly in your direction, you realize Pysynne understands.

You have emoted: Ani reaches up to a low hanging branch of the Moonhart Mother Tree, snapping a twig from it. She turns to Pysynne, poking him in the chest. "May Mother Moon, White Hart and the Fae guide you and grant you wisdom of the future, and whatever it may hold."

You whisper to Pysynne, "You can grow now."

You give a Sowers seed to Pysynne.

Pysynne glances around to the assembled crowd and then whispers to an unseen being at his side, "Yes, now it happens."

Pysynne steps towards the Moonhart Mother Tree and places his hands on it, sending a shower of silvery leaves cascading around him as the branches grow brittle and dry from the strain. Pale silvery moonlight swirls around him and the air fills with the thrumming of power. The shimmering, ethereal forms of the Great Spirits briefly fill the air around the Moonhart Mother Tree, chief among them Mother Moon and the White Hart, as Pysynne is suffused by incredible powers, and rises as
a Vernal Ascendant!
A new Ascendant rises! By decree of Seneschal Pysynne and with full support of the Moonhart Circle, let it be known that the Free Collective of Serenwilde has this day imbued Pysynne with the energies of the Moonhart Mother Tree, raising a Vernal Ascendant!

Utterly entranced, Lisuarte emits a long "Ooooh."

Lisuarte claps his hands together, and a fountain of coloured light leaps into the air.
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With great elegance, Jolanthe Mzithrei lays out a spread of exotic cuisine and delicacies before you. Along with everyone else, you indulge yourself in this epicurian feast, eating and drinking until utterly satiated. The fine meal not only lifts your spirits, but enhances your body as well.

You smile broadly and say to Pysynne, "Congratulations, Seneschal."

In a gravelly voice, Pysynne says to you, "Thank you, Vates Arboreal. I will carry this honour with pride and strength and use it to push the Serenwilde ever forth."

(Yneli): Maylea says, "Congratulations, Eldin."

Lisuarte smiles and shakes Pysynne's hand, offering his congratulations.

(Yneli): Pysynne says, "Thank You."

Daraius dips his bewhiskered canid muzzle to Pysynne in a gesture of congratulations.

Lisuarte smiles and says to you, "That was a beautiful ritual, very well done."

You beam broadly at Lisuarte.

Jolanthe Mzithrei says to Pysynne, "Congratulations. May your efforts grow deep roots."

Holding bent arms to each side, palms facing towards the sky, Pysynne proclaims, "Basala'oren Seren!" while ethereal blue flames flare to life upon his fingertips.

You see Pysynne shout, "Basala'oren Seren!"

Snapdragon Aruokei whispers, "Basala'oren Seren."

Holding bent arms to each side, palms facing towards the sky, Yugifyre proclaims, "Basala'oren Seren!" while ethereal blue flames flare to life upon her fingertips.

(Yneli): Maylea says, "Act well on the Way, as you draw near to Domothian powers."

With a graceful step back and a sweeping bow, Lisuarte plays a complex sequence of notes. Pale images of ancient spirits fill the air briefly, their voices harmonizing with the song.

Yugifyre hums a happy tune.

Aruokei gives Millien a friendly squeeze.

(Yneli): Pysynne says, "I meant say that on this aether... I will!"

Meeting Pysynne's eyes, you rest your hand over your heart in greeting, sensing the link between your kindred spirits as a prismatic array of colour shimmers through your vision.

Aruokei gives Pysynne a friendly squeeze.

Millien gives Aruokei a friendly cuddle.

Nine orbs of varying colour blaze into existence about Aruokei, riding a savage garosaur covered in fluffy, dark green feathers, forming a circle. Spinning, they pick up speed until they become a blur of white light that whisks her skyward and away.

Millien leaves to the south.
A kephera nature warder says, "Farewell, forest dweller."

"May your new vernal ascendant serve you well, comrades," Daraius says with a soft growl, "To the benefit of us all."

Daraius, riding a tawny gryphon with grey-feathered wings, takes the Quintessential Mandala of Resplendent Harmony in both hands and bows his head. Swirling ribbons of colour race outwards from the mandala, wrapping about Daraius, riding a tawny gryphon with grey-feathered wings, as he begins to break down into an infinite number of small, fractal shapes before flaring outwards in a fractal swirl, dissipating into the air.
With a fierce cry, a tawny gryphon flaps his grey-feathered wings and flies off to the ether.

(Yneli): Aruokei says, "Huzzah."

Midnight shadows coalesce around a new day, and Mother Night embraces the land in utter darkness.
It is now the 22nd of Klangiary, 538 years after the Coming of Estarra.

(Serenwilde): Pysynne says, "Thank you for attending this moment."