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- Footbridge above a reflective pond.
- The rippling sound of flowing celestial waters echoes distantly from a healing shrine of Lantra
- nearby. This location is flooded with shallow, crystal clear water. A wide stone footbridge arches
- over this large pond, providing a path from the central square to the structure behind the
- southwestern wall, of which nothing is visible save for a few fleeting glimpses of scarlet fabric
- caught in the wind. The pleasant banks of the pond are smooth with the exception of the far
- southwestern corner, which is home to several medium-sized trees of varying species, including
- cherry, maple, and walnut. These trees lord over the pond, providing a peaceful spot to relax and
- meditate. The surface of the pond, being the only isolated one of its kind in the gardens, is as
- motionless and flat as glass. Those resting on the far bank are provided a serene vista of the
- willow tree, central square, and fountain, all which are reflected in the deep azure hues of the
- water's surface.
- You see exits leading northeast, east, southwest, and northwest.
- Flickering into existence, a subtle, tentative mote of starlight radiates around you, considering
- you for a long moment. "Avaris," a soft, feminine voice says at last, drifting amidst a veil of
- misty white. "What think you of the Wisdom of the War of the Circles?"
- Flinching subtly at the manifestation, Avaris's posture stiffens minutely, his head
- lifting a few degrees higher. His manner is not cool, precisely, but the formality of it is not
- warm, either. "Lady." He considers the question for only a moment, before replying, "It reeks of
- bias. The portrayal was heavily skewed towards the effort of garnering sympathy for the
- Thousandfold, and the Lady of Lagoons."
- "All tales are told with such a colored lens," the voice sighs in quiet agreement, the twinkling
- radiance inherent in the mist brightening with each word. If your change in demeanor is noticed, it
- is not acknowledged. "And I take it such sympathy was not evoked from you?"
- You sense the passage of Cheliyi to the northwest with a faceted pair of crystalline ears.
- Staring steadfastly forward at, apparently, nothing at all, Avaris clasps his hands
- behind the heavy, layered feathers of his wings, the eyes of which studiously remain downcast, or
- turned skyward. His antennae, however, turn and lean towards the luminous mists unerringly as he
- listens. His response is as flat and direct as the closing of a heavy door. "No."
- Atop a peaceful hill.
- This location is flooded with shallow, crystal clear water. Muginn, the ghost-feathered magpie
- perches here with a mischievous glint in his eye. Starlight shrouds a wanderer in the mist here
- within a twinkling mantle of sidereal radiance.
- You see exits leading northeast, east, southeast, and west.
- A cheery mugwump cookie with raspberry jam hair comes flying in from the northwest and lands on the
- ground with a 'thump.'
- Avaris makes no move to pick up the cookie, nor does he pay it any overt attention,
- save for one glowing eye tracking its arc.
- Like a shimmering curtain of star-spun light, the presence of the Goddess lingers in contemplation,
- before saying at length, "It is strange to hear mortals speak of times so long past, and a civil war
- that threatened much of Our existence on such flimsy and insubstantial grounds. Those of Us who
- attempted impartiality were considered on the side of the Firsts, for not seizing the moment to
- rebel." There is a sense of a silence being filled as the thoughts are spoken aloud, though there is
- the slightest, halting hesitation to them, even as the Empyreal's voice is resonant, clear and calm,
- as it ever is.
- The stony nature of Avaris's demeanour falters at the subtle undercurrent of
- hesitation, betrayed by a number of the lesser markings slipping towards the sidereal presence, the
- lines of light that make up their form bending in concern. "I think that that was very unfair - And
- veering very close to doing precisely what they were rebelling against." He lapses into silence,
- though not an empty one, as he struggles with something for a time, before venturing in a slightly
- softer, tentative manner, "The War must have been very difficult for You. I am sorry for that,
- Lady."
- Soothing winds blow in with a calming sigh, drawing a veil of water and light that reveals a hazy
- figure standing alone in the mist.
- Mists of water and light shimmer about a veiled figure shrouded in starlight as a calm, feminine
- voice whispers, "It was trying, yes. Although I do not think it wore upon Me as much as others, from
- the healing mounds of Ethereal. The Hamadhi were greater in number in those early years."
- You think to yourself: His thoughts are kept carefully subdued, the intensity and precise form of
- them obfuscated behind a thick wall of hardened light - Though it thins and wavers at points as the
- misty figure manifests.
- Footbridge above a reflective pond.
- The rippling sound of flowing celestial waters echoes distantly from a healing shrine of Lantra
- nearby. This location is flooded with shallow, crystal clear water. A wide stone footbridge arches
- over this large pond, providing a path from the central square to the structure behind the
- southwestern wall, of which nothing is visible save for a few fleeting glimpses of scarlet fabric
- caught in the wind. The pleasant banks of the pond are smooth with the exception of the far
- southwestern corner, which is home to several medium-sized trees of varying species, including
- cherry, maple, and walnut. These trees lord over the pond, providing a peaceful spot to relax and
- meditate. The surface of the pond, being the only isolated one of its kind in the gardens, is as
- motionless and flat as glass. Those resting on the far bank are provided a serene vista of the
- willow tree, central square, and fountain, all which are reflected in the deep azure hues of the
- water's surface. A cookie resembling a cheery mugwump has been callously abandoned here. Hazy mists
- obscure this veiled figure from view, her silhouette shrouded in starlight.
- You see exits leading northeast, east, southwest, and northwest.
- Barely discernible in a haze of mist, this veiled figure possesses a feminine silhouette that is at
- once here and not, as if her true being is beyond true comprehension. She moves with the mystical
- grace of water; at times, her very existence ripples like the reflection of a gazing pool, while
- other moments, she blurs like a mirage dancing in the light. Starlight shrouds her in a white mantle
- of sidereal radiance, twinkling to reveal countless constellations that form and reform to robe her
- in the full panoramic vista of the stars. Within her hands, a single star lotus radiates a celestial
- glow, blossoming in eternal bloom.
- A veiled figure shrouded in starlight does not even register your presence as a threat.
- The dense, gently lambent plumage of his furled wings rustle quietly as Avaris
- shuffles them, as if striving to set them into a more comfortable position, and failing to do so.
- "Even the sturdiest steel can grow worn under constant duress." The rays of the sun refract off the
- curving blades of his crest as the kephera alters the angle of his head a few degrees, turning it so
- that a veiled figure shrouded in starlight is within his peripheral vision. "What were Your thoughts
- on the matter of the Circles, Lady? If You wish to share, of course." Faintly strained, he amends,
- "I do not wish to pry."
- Mists of water and light shimmer about a veiled figure shrouded in starlight as a calm, feminine
- voice whispers, "I believe that Dynara held an Order to all of Her Creation. Zvoltz merely gave name
- to that Order. Whether or not We chose to adhere to it in formal terms, the nature of Our being as
- Star Gods would ultimately manifest. I saw no reason to spill blood over titles."
- Mists of water and light shimmer about a veiled figure shrouded in starlight as a calm, feminine
- voice whispers, "I healed bodies from both sides, tending to soldiers who sought to defend Their
- perceived freedom and those who sought to enforce Their perceived structure. However, We cannot
- escape who We are, no matter how We choose to label Ourselves."
- The gleaming alabaster of Avaris's chin dips down into the thick, lustrous white of
- his mane as he nods, unsurprised. "As ever, Your benevolence humbles me, Lady. What would You have
- done, if the matter were in Your hands alone to decide? Hypothetically, of course."
- The silence that falls is devoid of tension, instead imbued with a significant pause indicative of
- careful thought and reasoning as a veiled figure shrouded in starlight considers your query. "It was
- a War born from grief," the Goddess says at last. "We speak of it now as if it was a matter of
- categories, labels, and leadership, but this is not so. It was a War born from loss, anger,
- frustration and fear. Had I had it within My power, I would have healed the first wound that took
- place -- the young Elder of Iklara who fell to a fate beyond the Hamadhi's power to undo."
- The sanguine flows of Avaris's antennae drift downward in a faint, thoughtful frown
- as he considers this. "I had wondered about that. Why is it that the Thousandfold did not simply
- seek out You, or the Hamadhi as a whole? Surely They realised that the Hamadhi would be better
- equipped, alone or as a group, to heal the fallen One?"
- A soothing wind descends, twinkling with gentle light as a veiled figure shrouded in starlight
- replies, "It was not a simple matter. Few Elders speak of it, now, for it is... A cruelty that We
- choose not to dwell upon. In the Age of Chaos, there were many small, petty wars between creches, or
- even between Elders who sought to improve Their skill in battle. Without Dynara, We were at a loss.
- What happened to Iklara -- and to Moraevi -- We swore to never allow to occur again. We do not speak
- of it, even, lest those words give that action power to reemerge anew."
- Mists of water and light shimmer about a veiled figure shrouded in starlight as a calm, feminine
- voice whispers, "But I have never forgotten what Mysrai is capable of. Knowing what I know now, I
- am... much relieved I did not heed the Beckoner Beyond the Maze's call for Me to join Them in Their
- Rebellion."
- There is the quiet rasp of chitinous fingers shifting against one another, muted
- beneath the heavy blanketing of Avaris's plumage as he lowers his head in an apologetic manner. "I
- am sorry for bringing attention to it, then, Lady. I will not speak of it again." Visored face
- impassive, ever unreadable, his voice is equally level, without judgement or, indeed, much emotion
- at all. "You do not believe that the vision They presented of Yourself would come to fruition? Or
- that there was too steep of a price for its realisation?"
- Mists of water and light shimmer about a veiled figure shrouded in starlight as a calm, feminine
- voice whispers, "The pain is not My own. Nonetheless, it is a history that We Elders take no pride
- in." A pause, a consideration. "At least I do not."
- You think to yourself: A flickering image of the defiant Lady of the Lagoons, gone as soon as it is
- summoned.
- Flatly, Avaris replies, "If only all felt as You do."
- Mists of water and light shimmer about a veiled figure shrouded in starlight as a calm, feminine
- voice whispers, "I held much regard for the Firsts of the Circles. I trusted much in Their Wisdom,
- and was grateful to have Them to lean upon in My work. For the most part, I felt My contributions to
- the Hamadhi respected, and My words given great weight. I did not require the mantle of leadership
- to believe Myself treated as a peer, so to speak."
- Mists of water and light shimmer about a veiled figure shrouded in starlight as a calm, feminine
- voice whispers, "In the vision you speak of, Mysrai told Me to desire more than what I had been
- given, I suppose. Perhaps it is an ambition others may have desired."
- Mists of water and light shimmer about a veiled figure shrouded in starlight as a calm, feminine
- voice whispers, "But I do not think the Thousandfold understood Me, to speak truly. Or that They
- ever have, even now."
- The great wedge of Avaris's head, cast in shades of gold-plated marble, tilts at
- this, his antennae bending at peculiar angles. "I do not believe They did, for I do not see why
- They would offer the qualities of grace, conviction and a careful mind as temptation to You." An
- indifferent shrug, the rise and fall of the burnished armour smooth, untroubled. "You possessed such
- in abundance, even then."
- There is a bright flicker in the aether, reminiscent of a star shooting across an otherwise still
- and serene nightscape, as your last statement is spoken: startling, and yet all the enchanting to
- look upon for its fleeting brilliance. Then a veiled figure shrouded in starlight looks skyward and
- says, "I do believe there are those who thought I desired to be a First, Myself. For all I spoke on
- behalf of the Hamadhi, I was not Amberle, nor Carsini, nor Eventru. Though I did not ever desire to
- be, in truth. I took pride in all I accomplished, and in the Circle I stood within. The Hamadhi were
- few even at Our greatest numbers, and Our healing arts a sacred matter, to Me." She pauses once
- more, a misty glow emanating from the star lotus in Her hands. "It gave Me great joy to succeed in
- that work."
- The unexpected flash of argent catches the attention of the entirety of the
- constellation of glowing eyes within Avaris's wings, the brief effulgence reflected in the azure
- spheres of his eyes like polished gems catching the distant light of the stars. Even as the fleeting
- lambency fades, the glittering motes within his natural eyes remain, glinting with a gentle radiance
- that persists as he speaks, a whisper-light note of fondness weaving into the chorus of his voice.
- "I do not see why You would wish to be. You have ever been a wonder unto Yourself, Lady - It is
- folly, for others to think that You needed the qualities of those Others. It is like looking upon a
- bird on the wing, and believing that it desires the power of flight." With a slight, slow shake of
- his head, he lowers his attention to the star lotus within a veiled figure shrouded in starlight's
- hands, stance easing subtly. "Lady?"
- The mists wreathing about a veiled figure shrouded in starlight thin slightly as the Goddess
- listens, the starry motes slowing in their languid arcs as if indicative of the level of attention
- She is giving your words. "Yes?" the Empyreal asks, the single word echoing with a pulse of gentle
- curiosity.
- Again, the faint, near-metallic rasp emanates from beneath Avaris's feathers as his
- fingers worry at one another in a subdued, fidgeting manner, his head lowering to face the ground as
- his antennae slacken into loose, curving lines. He speaks quietly, but with a careful sincerity,
- each word measured and halting in its earnest, clear pronunciation. "I am sorry, for...Before. I did
- not mean to upset You, or cause offense, or...Send You away." Abruptly, his upper right hand frees
- itself from where it hides, rising to gesture at his chest, pointed claws settling atop the curved,
- burnished expanse of his chest. "I was trying to remove myself from the situation because I was
- making it worse. I did not want to hurt You, so..." He falters, trailing off into silence as he
- stares down at the grass, shamed.
- The shimmering expanse that lingers about a veiled figure shrouded in starlight seems to evaporate
- at your words, the hazy silhouette shifting from something cosmic and distant to tangible form,
- revealing the Empyreal Goddess in truth.
- Her slight and statuesque figure exuding a sense of restrained dignity, She is a radiant immortal
- and possessed of a quiet and unassuming stillness. The Goddess's olive-skinned complexion shines
- with the dusky radiance of youth, and yet the ancient burden of duty weighs heavily upon Her
- shoulders, carried with a silent and practised grace. Lost to contemplation, She appraises Her
- surroundings with a distant air; the grey-tinged gaze of Her celadon blue eyes remains as fathomless
- and inscrutable as the hazy mists of a waterfall. Despite the seriousness of Her first impressions,
- however, a gentle smile graces Her lips with an almost maternal tenderness. Her every movement is
- characterised of an unhurried elegance and poise, reflective of an inner peace as She emanates a
- soothing white light.
- Shimmering tresses of palest starlight spill down Her shoulders in a curtain of white to end at Her
- waist, nary a strand out of place. Motes of silver and celadon blue interweave through Her
- immaculate coif, their whispers of colour evoking a breathtaking celestial radiance.
- She is wearing:
- immaculate vestments of purest white starlight that wreathe Her in a celestial glow
- a cascading veil of mist and water lilies that trails at Her feet, shrouding Her face from view
- elevated sandals of woven willow leaves that leave lambent motes with each step
- a bracelet of woven water and starlight shimmering upon Her wrist
- a mist-wreathed star a mist-wreathed star twinkling upon Her glistening veil
- a gold damask cope clasped with a radiant star lotus that settles about Her shoulders in a heavy
- mantle.
- Her own response slow and measured, Lantra, the Empyreal says, "It is not your actions that weigh
- upon Me from that encounter, but My own."
- The deep red of Avaris's listing antennae bends forward, curving down in apparent
- lack of understanding. The resonating tones of his voice grow a shade puzzled as he asks, "Lady? I
- do not know what actions would weigh You down so. You did nothing amiss." A pause, in which the
- antennae twitch inwards, contorting in sharp angles. "Unless it was..." Failed by his words once
- more, he utters a soft, faintly frustrated breath, gesturing to Lantra with a gentle lift of his
- fingers. "Stepping out from the mists. I would understand that, since it...I did not act in a way
- that would encourage You to feel comfortable doing so."
- The thoughts still weighed, considered and assessed even as they are spoken aloud, Lantra, the
- Empyreal says to you, "You are ever concerned for My welfare, in all that you say and do. And yet I
- fear My response to such concerns may be seen as dismissive, elusive, or unkind, though I do not
- mean for them to be. I do not wish for your Devotions unto Me to harm you in any manner. Even in
- your trial of Fortitude, I sought to mitigate what peril I could, when able."
- The faintest motes of light twinkling upon Her starlit veil, Lantra says in a soft, gentle cadence,
- "As I have said before, words are not My gift. Even so, I would not wield them as knives."
- Frowning once more, Avaris remains facing the grass at his feet, working through
- both the words spoken by Lantra, and those he strives to formulate in response. "I know that You
- did, and while I would resent such, I cannot, because I know it was done because You are a most
- caring Goddess." His hand lifts from his chest to smooth the curved span of his larger, right side
- antenna between the polished chitin of his fingers, the gesture distracted. "I do not wish for my
- Devotions, or my words, to harm You, either. I...I know that I cannot do anything to protect You,
- or...Preserve Your welfare, or..." The fingers splay, turning in the air as if seeking to brush
- against something intangible. "Any of that. You have been very kind in dissuading me from such."
- Breath sighing out between the seams of his visor, Avaris allows his hand to drop
- to his side. "I am sorry for being cruel to You, Lady. It is the last thing I wanted, yet it seems I
- return to it every time I strive for the opposite, with You."
- A flicker of uncertainty glimmering across Her misty veil, Lantra, the Empyreal says, "I do not
- think you cruel, My Avaris."
- Pressing Her hands together, Her figure impassive and poised as She regards Her thoughts in silence,
- Lantra says at last, "Your apology is kind, however. And I am honored to receive it, even though I
- fear you presume more culpability than is deserved for what... occurred." The last word throws a
- stilted note in an otherwise perfectly calm reply, which is brushed aside as the Goddess says, "What
- would you offer of yourself to Me, then? What role do you desire?"
- Flexing the claws of his lone, revealed hand in slow, curling motions, Avaris
- replies, "You are ever given to thinking better of Yours, Lady. You are very generous in Your
- thoughts of us. I know that I have been cruel to You, even if You do not see it as such." He lingers
- upon the question for a long span of time, the curve of his antennae so severe that they are more
- reminiscent of dreadful horns, with their sharp tips twisted upwards. At last, he exhales, as if
- releasing a long-held breath. "I have thought upon that more than any other matter. I have come to
- the conclusion that it does not matter what I would, or I desire, in this respect. It is not my
- place to decide, Lady. That is Your right, and Yours alone."
- Moving the glinting points of his hand across his abdomen to touch lightly upon the
- ampoule that rests upon his hip, Avaris's reply is soft, almost tired in its delivery. "I just want
- to serve You. However I can."
- The admission is received with a slight incline of Her head, the misty veil sparkling with the
- movement. "And serve Me you shall," Lantra says, a tenderness in Her words. "There is much that can
- be determined in an eternity, My Avaris. Have patience."
- Accepting Lantra's reply with a slight dip of his head, Avaris's response is even,
- lacking in heat or frustration. "Yes, my Lady. I will be patient, for You."
- The sparkling white mists that had dissipated into the aether briefly return, but rather than
- clinging to the Goddess before you, they shimmer upon you as a sidereal mantle. The immaculate
- shroud draws upon you to engulf you in a shimmering embrace reminiscent of angelic wings, folding
- about you with a touch as gentle as starlight reflected upon water.
- Receding from the mists once more, though Her voice hints at the smile behind Her veil, Lantra, the
- Empyreal says, "Then We shall be patient with one another, My Avaris."
- A quiet breeze sweeps through the vicinity as Lantra, the Empyreal dissolves in a luminous swirl of
- white lotus petals, leaving only twinkling motes of starlight in Her wake.
- Chin lifting in a mildly startled reaction, Avaris is swift to still himself at the
- sensation - Though it is not the same, wire-taut control that is his typical response to touch, but
- rather that of one taking great care not to disturb something fragile, and infinitely precious. He
- remains thus even as the mists dissipate, but they leave in their absence a glittering sea of
- brilliant motes of light that dance and shine within the kephera's eyes in a smile that persists
- long after She is gone.
- Brushing his hand across the smooth surface of his ampoule, Avaris exhales,
- straightening into a calm, dignified pose that is free of tension.
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