It's a trap! (A pillow fort)

You draw deeply upon the spark burning within you, fanning it furiously until you bathe, bright and radiant, in phoenix flames. You feel the threads of your existence char and fray as you sear a hole through reality, forging a new life for yourself.

The Vault of Heaven.
Balancing a shimmering sky, a veil in the fabric of reality seethes with raw energy. The veil, though extremely thin, flickers and crackles, sending booming vibrations through the surroundings. Glancing through, the miniscule details of the Upper Haven become visible and almost picturesque. A continuous breeze filters from the veil, bringing the previously cold atmosphere to comfortable temperance. With outstretched arms, an enormous statue of Estarra stands here vigilantly. A wandering bard amiably pauses here, golden eyes intent upon the surroundings.
You see a single exit leading down.

The burning flames swirl around you, weaving the broken and frayed threads of your life into a seamless whole, restoring you painfully to life as you gasp loudly for breath.
You smile wryly at Velcora.
Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you say to Velcora, "Look muchly like a bard, yes. What is that from?"

Velcora proudly shows off a shimmering stole of musical notes:
Made from smooth dupioni of a soft golden hue, this stole shimmers and glitters brightly. Musical notes of prismatic colours dance upon the silken fabric, appearing as if they might leap into the air at any moment. The notes, if played, would make up a rhythmic melody full of hope and movement. Arcs of light move upon the stole as it is examined from different perspectives, sometimes hitting an embedded gem and scattering into a halo of small rainbows.

In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "From my order."
Velcora curtseys gracefully before you.

You nod your head slowly in understanding.
You hum softly, your frills vibrating with song.
Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you say, "Well, I did say one more death."
You chuckle softly, your frilled tail flicking idly with amusement.
Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you say, "And stayed for two!"

You flutter your nose at the air, sensing through a cute little rabbit nose upon your face the faint traces of others in the surrounding area.
You make out the scent of Calioliahali coming from the Vault of Heaven.
You make out the scent of Velcora coming from the Vault of Heaven.

Velcora's eyes sparkle with amusement at you.
The Tacky Pipe of the Dark Trout glows with power as Velcora draws in a long drag of smoke.

Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you say, "Should probably go... sit at the aetherplex? Or manse. Too tired for combats."
You give Velcora a friendly squeeze.
You wink knowingly.
Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you say, "But not for talking."
You have emoted: Cheliyi expression softens. "If need to talk, by the way, about your kill, am saying I am free, yes."

Comprehension flashes across Velcora's face.

Velcora nods her head emphatically.
In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "I would like rhat."
Velcora coughs softly.
In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "That."

Chuckling, you say, "Now, if need to go back to combats..."

You urge Velcora onwards.
A wry smile spreads across your face.

Velcora begins to follow you.

A wisp of ethereal cloud flickers around your feet, reflecting stray rays of light.

You smile softly.

You touch a glowing emerald leaf, and leafy creepers push up through the ground and climb up your legs. As the leaves turn brown and blow away, you are suddenly whisked away.

You portal to Overgrowth.

A babbling brook.                                      (#OVERGROWTH_2)
A morning haze burns through the twinkling twilight here, casting dappled sunlight with a soft, gentle glow that seems to make everything sparkle. Decaying leaves and plush moss give way to sandy sediment as one slips through the tree barrier, still wet beneath one's toes. And yet, this well-worn path has not yet been tamed, sprouting the occasional sturdy dandelion or leafy stem. As the path snakes and widens it leads to a sheltered hill, from which a crystalline brook bubbles over a stony stream-bed. Cutting a diagonal cross section of the glade, the rush of water burbles merrily over a series of rounded tiers formed by the occasional tangle of tree roots. The bark of these roots is oddly smooth, as if it were grown all at once, rather than forming naturally over time. Each pool is no more than three feet deep, the widest nearly 10 feet across. As the water tumbles over every step it shimmers in the morning light, enticing one to simply rest their feet in a pool, or for the more bold, to perhaps splash around. On the opposite side of the glade looms a massive rowan tree, its clusters of bright berries swaying dutifully in some unseen breeze. The light of day shines brightly. A delicate bench of twining iron daisies and vines rests here on curled feet. A painting of A fork in the road is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall.
You see a single exit leading west.

You sit yourself down on a delicate bench of twining iron daisies and vines and make yourself comfortable.
You have emoted: Cheliyi flops onto the bench, humming contently.

---> look Velcora

She is an ordinary human fragrant demigoddess changeling. Her eyes are emerald green and they sparkle brilliantly. She has tan skin, but not so tan as to hide the many freckles on her cheeks. She is slightly muscular in her arms and legs, and a bit pudgy around the belly. She is short. Tattooed on her fingers is an illustration of buzzing yellow bees dripping with pollen. A lush fragrance dances about her as she stands awash in the wild, prismatic colours of a truefavour from Maylea, Bloom of Serenity.
Wild, wet and tangled, the cinnamon-hued curls that coil like a nest of sea snakes upon her crown descend in waves amidst leafy knots of dark seaweed and the occasional nacreous shell. The tendrils cling to whatever bodypart they encounter, resembling possessive tentacles as they hang from cheekbone, throat or curve of shoulder. Small pearls nestle within, oceanic treasures washed adrift in the havoc that is this hairstyle.
She is wearing:
a translucent crystal bindi
a golden gown of illusory illustrations
a dazzling petal cloak
clear quartz prayer beads
a pair of thin spectacles
a thin ruby band
an ethereal bluebell earring through her right eyebrow
a golden fox brooch
a yellow lily
a musical metronome pocket watch
mechanical goggles
gnomish beer goggles
a twilight blue rose
the Flame of dae'Seren.

Velcora sits herself down on a delicate bench of twining iron daisies and vines and makes herself comfortable.
In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "Usually I try hitting things with songs or lights, and sometimes I do, but I never KILL anything."
Velcora gives a pained sigh.
In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "I would have preferred to slay someone who is always cutting my head off."

You have emoted: Cheliyi swings her feet from the bench, the tips of her webbed toes barely scraping the ground. She smiles, faintly, watching Velcora with a quiet attentiveness.

Velcora sweats profusely and wrings her hands nervously.
In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "You killed a lot."

In a swirl of blue fire, a gentle spirit stag leaps out of the Flame of dae'Seren upon Velcora and prances in a slow circle before fading.

Gently, you say, "Not really, no. But... also grew up in very different worlds, yes. Hunger and killing are normals and okay, there. The fear of the first kill is not ignored, no, but it is something peoples... move past from."
You give Velcora a friendly squeeze.

Velcora's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

Suddenly amused, you say, "Only got Mister Forrest back there, anyways. Usually get NO kills, so was fun surprise! Er. Not fun, but you gets what I mean."

Velcora nods her head emphatically.

A pale pink light cloaks Velcora briefly, emanating from a gaudy glamrock. When it withdraws, she stands in an extravagant pose, demonstrating her new outfit.

You think to yourself: **a quiet guilt, you're not the bestly person to answer this feelings.**.

Velcora straightens out the wrinkles in her dress and looks at Cheliyi curiously.
In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "I feel I have been learning much from you."
Velcora opens the Temporal Freezer of Preservation.
Velcora closes the Temporal Freezer of Preservation.
Velcora gives a dark chocolate mousse cake to you.

You have emoted: Cheliyi glances away as Velcora changes outfits, her tail curled around and twitching near her feet. " Probably should not..." she trails off as she takes the cake, and sighs, "Is... mm. Well. My anger and hunger sort of made it easier, for me. Easier to murder without care or feelings. Not that murder actually really does anything to hurt anyone, but it does hurt in the process. So, maybe am not the best at comforting."

---> look cake

Cut in a perfectly circular shape and served on an elegant silver
platter, this precariously towering mousse cake threatens to wobble
about with the slightest provocation and exudes the invigorating
bittersweet aroma of kafe and dark chocolate. A delicate layer of molten
chocolate adorns the top of the cake, glistening slightly in the
available light. Candied strawberries are partially submerged in this
rich and decadent layer, halved and arranged along the circumference of
the cake. A light dusting of cocoa powder completes the chocolaty
dessert.
It has 14 months of usefulness left.
It weighs 10 ounce(s).
It has been preserved against spoilage.
It has a trade valuation of worthless.
The beauteous craftsmanship of Jolanthe Myeras radiates throughout it.
It has the following aliases: cake, slice.

You tentatively stick out your tongue and lick a dark chocolate mousse cake.
The bold and bracing flavour of kafe mingles with bittersweet dark chocolate as you take a small bite.
It is moderately nutritious.

You put your nose over a dark chocolate mousse cake and inhale.
The invigorating aromas of kafe and dark chocolate dance around your nose as you take a delicate whiff of the cake.

Velcora notices you averting you eyes and blushes a little. She says "it's just nice to have a friend with a different point of view."
You clear your mind, no longer preparing to act.

In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "And also just nice to have a good friend."
Velcora smiles softly.

You have emoted: Cheliyi begins picking at a dark chocolate mousse cake, slowly tearing away at the rich mousse. She laughs, softly, and nods. "Is nice to have a good friend," the mugwump echos, finally taking a bite.

In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "I submitted a design for the moss cake we talked about..."

You get up off a delicate bench of twining iron daisies and vines.

---> orael asks me to test something

You run your fingers across the tip of your amphora and draw forth all of your reagents, bringing them out in a swirling misty mass to circle around you.

You run your fingers across the tip of your amphora and draw forth all of your reagents, bringing them out in a swirling misty mass to circle around you.

You huff.

Velcora watches curiously.

You sit yourself down on a delicate bench of twining iron daisies and vines and make yourself comfortable.

You clear your mind and allow your pellucid mist to gradually disperse.
You clear your mind and allow your bubbling mist to gradually disperse.
You clear your mind and allow your luminated mist to gradually disperse.

You wave your hand dismissively.

A look of understanding crossing her features, Velcora nods her head slowly.

Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you say, "Amphora is acting weirdly."

Velcora ponders for a moment and says "Hrm..."
In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "Fascinating."

You blink.
You chuckle softly, your frilled tail flicking idly with amusement.

In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "I have no amphora."

Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you say, "Is just like... a bunch of vines. But waters."

In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "I see."

You must first stand up before you can do that.

Velcora cleans her spectacles.

Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you say, "Here, here, let me um..."

You have emoted: Cheliyi squints, and draws the moisture away from the bench and Velcora's clothes, the mist swirling and condensing into her palm. She looks vaguely strained, and she huffs, shoving it back in her amphora.
You stare blankly into space.

Velcora watches, entranced, impressed.

You think to yourself: **suddenly much sleepier, oh, that was like when Mister Xenthos had you answer all of those quizzes**.

In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "Thank you."

You have emoted: Cheliyi rubs at her brow, chuckling sheepishly. "Is um... a works in progress. Miss my vines, sometimes."

Comprehension flashes across Velcora's face.
Velcora nods her head emphatically.
In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "It can be hard to change."

The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across your lips.
Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you say, "Mhm."
Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you ask Velcora, "How are feelings?"

In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "My feelings?"

You nod your head emphatically.

In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "They're fine."

You give Velcora a friendly squeeze.
Velcora's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.
Velcora gives you a friendly squeeze.

Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you say, "Goodly. You will end up hurting some peoples, and it will be okay. Is just combats."

A look of understanding crossing her features, Velcora nods her head slowly.

You glance askance.

Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you say, "And do not..."
You sigh quietly, frills drooping as your tail sags.

Velcora tilts her head curiously at you.

Quieter, you say, "Well, since are taking advices, do not attack peoples outside of combats. Even if are angriest in the world."

Comprehension flashes across Velcora's face.
In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "Did someone do that to you?"

You glance askance.
Quietly, you say, "No. Um. Was me. Speaking from experiences."

Comprehension flashes across Velcora's face.
In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "I see."
Velcora shivers violently.

Sighing, you say, "Am trying to make sure my dumb things do not hurt the people around me even more."

In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "I don't think I would like to be on the receiving end of your anger."

You blink.
You have emoted: Cheliyi gives a weak smile, glancing away once more.

You think to yourself: **a quiet ache.**.

In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "I only mean...I think you are formidable."

A warm breeze drifts through, caressing the surrounding canopy and scattering various foliage underfoot. Origami swing in the wind in an almost mesmerizing pattern, until all grows still once more.

In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "I think you are powerful."
In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "And brilliant."
In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "And clever."
In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "And other things like that."
Velcora blushes furiously.
Velcora smiles softly.

You have emoted: Cheliyi smiles a little softer, giving Velcora a fleetingly grateful look.

Eventually, you say, "Would not want to face me either, no. Got angry because someone hurt Dad, so I... mm. People who have always hurt Dad were peoples I could not help them against. Was so angry and not thinking straight... that I think I just wanted someone to take out aggression on. Was not fair."
Softer, you say, "Did not mean to hurt too, much. Just scare them. But was never good at controls."

Velcora nods solemnly.

In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "It is hard sometimes."

Expression growing weary, you say, "Do not like him, still. Do not trust him, and he is planning to use my Dad for something. Is obvious. But still wronged him."

In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "Who?"

The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across your lips.
Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you say, "Mister Rhalkyr."

Velcora ponders for a moment and says "Hrm..."
In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "I don't know him."
Velcora gives an entrancing red rose to you.

You have emoted: Cheliyi glances away. "Is new. But-" she pauses at the rose, and smiles faintly. "But, is... very dedicated, to Glomdorings. To knowledge. And weaving webs."

You slip into a bright yellow rose.
You remove a bright yellow rose.
You slip into a bright yellow rose.
You cannot wear a blood red candy rose.

You stare blankly into space.
You huff.
You remove a bright yellow rose.

You are wielding:
  chalice392605 : a radiant chalice in your left hand.
You are holding:
"rose254604"                  a bright yellow rose
"rose275308"                  a bright yellow rose
"rose255834"                  a bright yellow rose
"candy323789"                 a blood red candy rose
"rose252003"                  an elegant pink rose
"rose355743"                  a bright yellow rose
"rose413263"                  an entrancing red rose

You slip into an entrancing red rose.

Velcora hides a grin behind her hand.

You chuckle softly, your frilled tail flicking idly with amusement.

In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "It looks very beautiful."
In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "When you wear it."
Velcora looks at her hands.

You have emoted: Cheliyi blinks slowly, offering a small, warm smile that makes her dull gaze almost twinkle. "Thank you. Your dress is really pretty, yes. Looks like fun to wear."

Velcora giggles and blushes a deep shade of red.
In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "It is fun...but I'm not wearing it...it's an illusion."
A pale pink light cloaks Velcora briefly, emanating from a gaudy glamrock. When it withdraws, she demonstrates her new outfit.
In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "I'm wearing this."
Velcora smiles softly.

---> look velcora

She is an ordinary human fragrant demigoddess changeling. Her eyes are emerald green and they sparkle brilliantly. She has tan skin, but not so tan as to hide the many freckles on her cheeks. She is slightly muscular in her arms and legs, and a bit pudgy around the belly. She is short. Tattooed on her fingers is an illustration of buzzing yellow bees dripping with pollen. A lush fragrance dances about her as she stands awash in the wild, prismatic colours of a truefavour from Maylea, Bloom of Serenity.
Wild, wet and tangled, the cinnamon-hued curls that coil like a nest of sea snakes upon her crown descend in waves amidst leafy knots of dark seaweed and the occasional nacreous shell. The tendrils cling to whatever bodypart they encounter, resembling possessive tentacles as they hang from cheekbone, throat or curve of shoulder. Small pearls nestle within, oceanic treasures washed adrift in the havoc that is this hairstyle.
She is wearing:
a translucent crystal bindi
a golden gown of illusory illustrations
a dazzling petal cloak
clear quartz prayer beads
a pair of thin spectacles
a thin ruby band
an ethereal bluebell earring through her right eyebrow
a golden fox brooch
a yellow lily
a musical metronome pocket watch
mechanical goggles
gnomish beer goggles
a twilight blue rose
the Flame of dae'Seren.

You hum softly, your frills vibrating with song.
Sagely, you say, "Well, I like the gown too, yes."

Velcora beams broadly.
In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "Thank you."
Velcora giggles and blushes a deep shade of red.

You think to yourself: **green, and the faintest hint of soft pink.**.

In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "I designed this gown."

---> look at gown on Velcora

You look at a golden gown of illusory illustrations that Velcora is wearing:
This beautiful golden silk gown is shimmery and elegant. Its cut is
designed to flatter the chest and waist of the wearer. The gown is
embroidered with imagery of flowers, musical instruments, and cute
little foxes. Because the embroidery has been done with thread imbued
with light essence, the images shimmer and shine, an effect slightly
reminiscent of illusory magic. There are also fabric flowers on the gown
to enhance the design. The gown has lavender and emerald coloured fabric
accents, and sparkles with actual emeralds and gold along the shoulders,
sleeves, hem, and along the waistline. It is a long gown that blooms
outward from the waist down.

You smile softly.
Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you say, "Can tell, yes. Seems very muchly like it is..."
Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you say, "Is you."
You nod your head sagely.

Velcora beams broadly.
Velcora blushes furiously.
In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "Yes."
In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "That is the idea."
Velcora beams broadly.

A rush of summer warmth passes through you as you smell grass and flowers and glimpse the limitless blue of a perfectly blue, sunlit sky.

In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "I also designed the cloak and the fox brooch."

You nod your head sagely.

Velcora gives a hat of sensational blooming to you.

You blink.

---> look hat

This sensational hat of blooming is adorned with colorful, realistic,
silken flowers that stick out of it so as to appear as though they were
blooming from it. The flowers are bright colors and mimic the shapes of
real flowers, including orchids, roses, and sunflowers. The hat itself
is a light brown cloth, with enough structure to support the flowers,
but enough flexibility that it is not stiff or uncomfortable. The hat
has a narrow brim. The inside of the hat is lined with lavender silk.
In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "I designed that too."
This sensational hat of blooming is adorned with colorful, realistic,
silken flowers that stick out of it so as to appear as though they were
blooming from it. The flowers are bright colors and mimic the shapes of
real flowers, including orchids, roses, and sunflowers. The hat itself
is a light brown cloth, with enough structure to support the flowers,
but enough flexibility that it is not stiff or uncomfortable. The hat
has a narrow brim. The inside of the hat is lined with lavender silk.
It has 79 months of usefulness left.
It weighs about 3 pounds and 0 ounce(s).
It has a trade valuation of worthless.
It has a warmth factor of 6.
It bears the distinctive mark of Minister Velcora Lunarose.
It has been stamped with the seal of Sowers of the Amber Needle.
This item exists on the following clothing slots: Head - Normal.
It has the following aliases: hat.

In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "I think it will look good on you."
Velcora smiles softly.
In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "If you like it, that is."

You have emoted: Cheliyi's fingers run along the brim of the hat, and she looks up at Velcora with clear surprise. "Oh. Is... yes, I like it. Thank you."

Velcora blushes furiously.

In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "Its ok if you don't like it."

You think to yourself: **soft pink...**.

Velcora blushes suddenly and glances down at her feet.

You have emoted: Cheliyi peers at Velcora, though she can't help the smile that slips onto her lips. "You know I do not lie, yes. You do not trust me?"

Velcora blushes furiously.

You have emoted: Cheliyi bops Velcora lightly on her head with the brim of the hat, and sets it firmly on her head.

You slip into a shabby swamp-dweller's hat.
You peer about yourself unscrupulously.
You slip into a hat of sensational blooming.

Velcora giggles and blushes a deep shade of red.

You give a trillingly melodic laugh, your frills resonating with joy.
You remove a shabby swamp-dweller's hat.

Azula bestows her cityfavour upon you.

In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "I'm sorry for doubting you...I know you are honest, I just wanted to be sure."
Velcora blushes furiously.
In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "I was right, it looks very good on you."

You create a pose for the object. It will now appear as the following when worn:
a hat of sensational blooming stuck firmly on her head

Velcora beams broadly.

You smile softly.
You create a pose for the object. It will now appear as the following when worn:
a circlet of living vines lining a hat of sensational blooming much like a living ribbon
You hum softly, your frills vibrating with song.

---> look me

Small and cheery, she is a glistening mugwump tidal demigoddess of axolotl descent with pearly skin and mauve-tinted frills. Her stature is not unnatural for a mugwump, barely above 4'3" and sturdy with a clear fitness that implies years of climbing about trees and swimming through swaths of swamp. A messy bob of magenta hair flows from her scalp, tangled with shiny knickknacks, small origami, and albino feathers. Hints of withered willow leaves mingle with her pink locks, the sprouts reluctant to part from her hair. A single, amateur braid hangs from her disheveled bangs, upkept with clear affection. Affixed to one frill is a tiny set of bone chimes, so small that it almost seems like an earring. Her skin has a soft, oily sheen akin to most mugwumps, but strangely enough, the skin becomes abruptly dry and brittle in some places. Most notable of these are her forearms and a large patch around her eyes, the complexion discolored to an uncomfortable beige, rough to the touch. Hints of pink colour the damaged skin, implying frequent fidgeting and rubbing of the tender areas. Her eyes fare no better, the traditionally midnight orbs a faded, milky grey. When caught in a certain light, they seem to almost glow with an unnatural haze. A bright grin reveals normal teeth with suspiciously wooden canines, hinting at her past life as a some form of druid. Thick bark clings to the soles of her webbed feet, another permanent addition to her form that seem to replace any need for footwear. A long, thick tail twitches occasionally behind her, stirring up dust and litter with each sweep. The pale frills that would usually extend from her tail are torn and scarred, the wounds long since healed. A sparkling circlet of sugar crystals dances about her head, marking the truefavour of Crumkane, Lord of Epicurean Delights.
She is wearing:
a bright red poppy
an entrancing red rose
a hat of sensational blooming stuck firmly on her head
a circlet of living vines lining a hat of sensational blooming much like a living ribbon
a pair of thin spectacles with a secondary set of tinted lenses that flip up and down as needed
a dangling earring of willow leaves through her right ear - like frill
a leaf-green woollen blanket pinned over a dark moss-green linen shirt like a shawl
a gentle water lily brooch proudly securing a leaf green-woolen blanket in place
a dark moss-green linen shirt tucked into her skirt, the sleeves rolled just above her forearms
a long skirt of shadows cinched snugly at her waist with a thin vine
an airy bracelet of the cloudswept sky fastened snugly around her left wrist
a jewelled bracelet of the Three of Night tethered loosely in place with a withered vine
a pair of supple leather hunting gloves fastened tightly to her palms.
Your karma falls to keep up the karmic blessing of death.

You nod your head sagely.
Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you say, "I like it."
You chuckle softly, your frilled tail flicking idly with amusement.

Velcora beams broadly.
Velcora brightens, holding herself a bit taller.
Velcora idly twirls a strand of cinnamon tangles amidst seaweed and shells around her finger.
In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "Is there anything else new with you?"

You hum softly, your frills vibrating with song.
Amused, you say, "Lord Epicurean liked my bone apple tea."

Utterly entranced, Velcora emits a long "Ooooh."
Velcora applauds you heartily.
In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "That's amazing!"

You chuckle softly, your frilled tail flicking idly with amusement.
Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you say, "Was really supposed to be for funs, but He said it might be good for nice winter months, yes."

In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "I think I'd like to drink that in a cold season such as this."

A wry smile spreads across your face.
Amused, you say, "Do not think I did not warn, no."
You hum softly, your frills vibrating with song.
You ponder a bee-shaped honeypot bottle thoughtfully, looking it up and down.
Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you say, "Have to make some more."

You get up off a delicate bench of twining iron daisies and vines.
You beckon to Velcora.

Velcora gets up off a delicate bench of twining iron daisies and vines.
Velcora begins to follow you.

---> zoom zoom can't find cows sob

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A narrow bridge of rock.
A sense of frigidness is made physical as an icy blue haze extends into the area from a shield shrine of Raezon nearby. A few light snowflakes drift slowly downwards. A thin stone bridge connects the slopes of the Southern Mountains to the southern end of Avechna's teeth. The bridge is a crumbling, narrow pathway some fifty feet above the hills below, and appears to have naturally evolved from a granite outcropping. The wind is strong across the bridge, making it difficult to traverse quickly.
You see exits leading east and southwest.

In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "You need cows? for tea?"

You raise your brazier in the air while envisioning your target in your mind, though it does not react.

A wry smile spreads across your face.

Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you say, "Bone."

Comprehension flashes across Velcora's face.

Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you say, "Apple tea."

Velcora nods her head emphatically.

You flop down onto the ground.

Velcora ponders for a moment and says "Hrm..."

Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you say, "It seems all of the cows are gone, yes."

Velcora nods her head emphatically.

In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "Cows don't go here."

You huff.
You ponder the situation.
Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you ask, "Do you know where they might be?"

In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "Maybe."

You move about quickly and lose Minister Velcora Lunarose.
You begin to follow Velcora.
You nod your head at Velcora.
You follow Minister Velcora Lunarose to brown sugar peak.

Velcora waves a cast iron cowbell, its clanging peals echoing through the area as various moos and bleats rise in response to its tones.
"Ahah!" Velcora exclaims triumphantly.

You sigh quietly, frills drooping as your tail sags.

In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "Just one?"

Killing Target: cow

You nod your head at Velcora.
You rub a jewelled bracelet of the Three of Night and it begins to glow with a pulsating light.
You narrow your eyes and look around greedily for something to add to your hoard.
Folding your hands together you cause the timepiece on mechanical lace gloves to open up and reveal a small pistol.
A bullet wrapped in bursts of steam and beams of holy light shoots from mechanical lace gloves and hits a cow.
You have scored a CRITICAL hit!
You have slain a cow.
You suddenly scoop up the corpse of a cow.

You cease to follow Minister Velcora Lunarose.

You beckon to Velcora.
Velcora begins to follow you.

You touch a glowing emerald leaf, and leafy creepers push up through the ground and climb up your legs. As the leaves turn brown and blow away, you are suddenly whisked away.

You portal to The Hoard and the Hive.

A modest kitchen with forest motifs.
This location is flooded with shallow, crystal clear water. A comforting feeling of privacy pervades the area. Like something out of a story book, this little kitchen with a small center island feels warm and comfortable. Ground-level cabinets have been painted a rich forest green and are outlined with tiny handmade crow and leaf imprints. High-mounted ravenwood shelves are lined with jars of herbs and spices, as well as odd-shaped baking implements and pans. Cast iron fixtures are set in strategic places beside heavy wash basins, and an open window overlooks the garden, offering a refreshing breeze. Hanging over the island is a blackened storage rack with several well-used skillets and cooking utensils suspended by hooks. A half dozen cabinets have small locks fastened to their handles, the dark metal surfaces carved with beautiful leafy patterns. Offsetting the dark decorations are brightly colored hand towels and oven mitts decorated with childish happy cows playing in a field. A wooden stool carved to appear as a hand rests sturdily on its own wrist, awaiting occupation. A coiling silhouette of thickets is inked upon the supple surface of this softly pale tea table, low to the ground. Warm honeyed hues dance upon the surroundings, cast by a delicately-scented glass lantern from its perch upon a nearby wall. A painting of a hoard of gold is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. Central to the kitchen is a large oven, next to racks of pots and pans that hang nearby. A shimmering blue circle floats in the room here. In the shape of an open palm, a metallic sigil lies here.
You see exits leading east (open door), south (open door), west (open door), and up (open door).

With casual expertise, you brew up a bottle's worth of bone apple tea.
You chuckle softly, your frilled tail flicking idly with amusement.

Utterly entranced, Velcora emits a long "Ooooh."

You give a bee-shaped honeypot bottle to Minister Velcora Lunarose.

Velcora drains the last dregs of fruit wine from a golden cup.
Velcora pours bone apple tea from a bee-shaped honeypot bottle into a golden cup.
Velcora gives a bee-shaped honeypot bottle to you.
Velcora peers at a golden cup unscrupulously.

You nod your head sagely.

Velcora ponders a golden cup thoughtfully, looking it up and down.

You pour a calming meditation tea from a heavy clay bottle into a spectral measuring cup.
You peer about yourself unscrupulously.

Velcora sips white tea from a golden cup.

You cannot drink from a spectral measuring cup.

Utterly entranced, Velcora emits a long "Ooooh."
In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "Unusual!"

Velcora's eyes sparkle with amusement at you.
Velcora sips white tea from a golden cup.

Brilliant sunset hues bathe your surroundings in a vividly carmine afterglow.

In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "Good for the cold indeed."

You chuckle softly, your frilled tail flicking idly with amusement.

In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "Thank you."
Velcora hugs you compassionately.

A tiny pug puppy starts to run, but her large head plants into the ground, smooshing her already flat snout.
The soft tinkling of seashell wind chimes is carried in on a warm breeze.

Velcora ponders for a moment and says "Hrm..."

You pet a perky-eared corgi puppy ingratiatingly.
A perky-eared corgi puppy licks you happily with tail wagging in recognition.
A perky-eared corgi puppy scrambles about on stubby legs to jump into your arms with a happy 'yip'.
A tiny pug puppy scrambles about on stubby legs to jump into your arms with a happy 'yip'.
A fluffy husky puppy scrambles about on stubby legs to jump into your arms with a happy 'yip'.

This room has not been mapped.
A sheltered grove of wild clover and vines.
Like something out of a painting, this clearing is no more than an acre wide and enclosed on all sides by a myriad of plant-life. A bed of purple-white clover grows here, painting the sea of green moss with splatters of snowy white and brilliant indigo. To the southeast, tall golden grasses form a natural barrier, teeming and rustling with native wildlife. To the north, a rise in the land creates a natural sort of levy, thick underbrush and towering ravenwood trees making passage nigh impossible. Tendrils of vine hang down from the canopy above, swaying gently in the breeze. In the very center of the clearing is a thick and gnarled camphor tree, its trunk covered in moss and wildflowers. Natural burls on the outermost layer of the tree lead up into the dense canopy above, and have been worn down through repeated use. A pink carnation, an elegant pink rose, a pink carnation, a vibrant sunflower, a midnight black rose, a bright yellow rose, a pink carnation, a yellow lily, an entrancing red rose, a pink carnation, and a pink carnation blossom within a beautiful, lush garden. A shimmering blue circle floats in the room here.
You see exits leading west (open door) and up (open door).

You have emoted: Cheliyi hums, and climbs up the giant camphor.

A comfortable retreat among the canopy.
Following the path offered by the camphor tree's burls, one emerges into a small room that has been carefully built around the trunk and branches. It is cozy, the transported wood sanded over meticulously to a smooth finish. Glassless windows offer a safe overlook into the surrounding aethermanse and house, who's walls are so close they could be touched if one reached far enough. A number of homemade windchimes formed of shells, wood, and bone have been hung from the furthest branches, clinking peacefully with each passing breeze. Chain neatly folded, this globe lantern casts a wistful shade of blue on its surroundings. Warm eggplant purple colours the weave of a tidy hemp rug. A disorganized bed of loose cushions sprawls here. A painting of the Shee-Slaugh and An'Ryshe is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall.
You see a single exit leading down (open door).

Flopping into her bed, you say, "Is um... my room in Dad's manse. Is easier than going back to mine, and I am tired, yes."

Comprehension flashes across Velcora's face.

In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "Should I...leave you to rest?"

You hum softly, your frills vibrating with song.
You shake your head.
Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you say, "Not tired enough to sleep. Just lazy!"
The corners of your mouth turn up as you grin mischievously.

Velcora smiles softly.
The corners of Velcora's mouth turn up as she grins mischievously.

Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you ask, "Unless you have things to do?"

Velcora shakes her head.

In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "Nothing that can't wait."

A wry smile spreads across your face.

In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "Nothing that is as nice as being here with you."
Velcora smiles softly.
Velcora looks around the room.

You have emoted: Cheliyi blinks, and blushes faintly.

In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "This is a nice place."

Velcora idly twirls a strand of cinnamon tangles amidst seaweed and shells around her finger.

Tugging at her hair, you say, "Ah, yes. Dad made it as a surprise. Is very comfy. Come, sit in the cushions! They are soft."

Velcora's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.
Velcora sits herself down on a bed of loose cushions and makes herself comfortable.

You sit yourself down on a bed of loose cushions and make yourself comfortable.

You flop down onto the ground.

Velcora's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.
Velcora sips white tea from a golden cup.

You have emoted: Cheliyi giggles quietly. "Is very good for making pillowforts."

Velcora giggles happily.
In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "I've never made one."

You blink.
You give a horrified gasp.

In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "But it sounds great."
Velcora hides a grin behind her hand.

Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you say, "We must -change- thats, then."

In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "Will that help us change the past in which I have never made a pillowfortress?"

The grass rustles slightly as a warm night breeze caresses your skin.

The corners of Velcora's mouth turn up as she grins mischievously.

Flapjack the fox rolls his eyes at Velcora.

You have emoted: Cheliyi begins gathering cushions, stacking them in teetering walls around Velcora while clearly leaving enough room for herself. "Well..." she hums, and stacks another pillow, "cannot change the pasts, but can change now."

Flapjack the fox inches bashfully over to you and nuzzles you tenderly.

"Ok!" Velcora exclaims.

You chuckle softly, your frilled tail flicking idly with amusement.

Velcora tries to stack up pillows but knocks a wall over. "Flapjack, you knocked the wall over," she says. She quickly rebuilds the destroyed edifice.
Velcora giggles and blushes a deep shade of red.

Flapjack the fox rolls his eyes at Velcora.

In a swirl of blue fire, a gentle spirit stag leaps out of the Flame of dae'Seren upon Velcora and prances in a slow circle before fading.

You have emoted: Cheliyi gently pets Flapjack the fox before nudging him away. "Have to build! Pets come in a bit, yes." She adds more cushions in a steadily growing wall, chuckling softly. "Mhm. Flapjacks. Definitely no one else."

Ears twitching alertly, Flapjack the fox slinks off to the down.

Velcora tries to add a window to one wall but keeps ending up taking out the same pillow and then putting it back in for stability.

You have emoted: Cheliyi pulls away and ponders the combine work, and nods seriously. "Now..." she pulls out a sheet, and throws it over the top to build an easy roof, weighed down by... literal stones she pulls out of her rift. She smiles wryly, and nods. "A goodly fort. Quick quick, insides!" She scurries in and beckons to Velcora with a grin.

Velcora scrambles inside the fort and huddles inside.

You giggle happily.
You flop down onto the ground.

Velcora giggles happily.
Velcora flops down onto the ground.

Flapjack the fox lopes in from the down.

Flapjack the fox sniffs around the outside of the fort, confused by the odd structure.
Flapjack the fox sips cognac happily from a small glass.

In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose whispers, "What do we do now?"
Velcora's eyes twinkle enchantingly.
In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose whispers, "This is exciting!"

You have emoted: Cheliyi curls into a happy ball, humming contently. "We just are. Sometimes I nap. Or just design things. Is a nice place to just be quiet."

Comprehension flashes across Velcora's face.
A look of understanding crossing her features, Velcora nods her head slowly.
Velcora repositions herself so she is laying comfortably in the fort.

Amused, you say, "Can also start pillow fights, but I like this fort too muchly."

The corners of Velcora's mouth turn up as she grins mischievously.
In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "I like it too."

You are exhausted and open your mouth in an enormous yawn.

Velcora straightens out the creases of her gown.
In an enchantingly ordinary voice, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "Is it time for sleeping?"

You have emoted: Cheliyi rolls over, and happily flops atop Velcora. "Mhm. Trapped."

Velcora giggles happily.
Velcora puts her arms around you in a gentle hug. She says, "Now you're trapped too".

You have emoted: Cheliyi quietly laughs, leaning into the hug with a content hum.

Ears twitching alertly, Flapjack the fox slinks off to the down.

Velcora chuckles long and heartily.

You snuggle close to Velcora and lean comfortably on her.

Dim little lavender lights in the shape of flowers gently illuminate the interior of the fortress.

Velcora breathes deeply.
Velcora hugs you compassionately.

You have emoted: Cheliyi's eyes slowly slide shut, the mugwump's breathing deepening and evening out.

Quietly and calmly, Minister Velcora Lunarose says, "This fortress was a trap."
Velcora smiles softly.

You have emoted: Cheliyi doesn't respond, utterly asleep.

Velcora closes her eyes, too.

The wind sings quietly as it passes through the branches of the ravenwood trees.

You grow still and begin to pray silently for preservation of your soul while you are out of the land.