Beloved, At Last.

<-- Gurashi, making some new foods for Mister Lord Crumkane and Friend Aschwar

LOOK ME
They are an ordinary human wyrden demigod. They stand a few inches shy of six feet tall with a slender build. Their arms and legs are lanky, soft hands nervously balled into fists at their side. Their sandy skin has been reddened from exposure to the sun, causing an array of tawny-colored freckles to appear upon their round cheeks and thin, upturned nose. A moderately-sized, crescent-shaped scar mars their right cheek. Perhaps the most noteworthy thing about them is their untamed mop of fiery red hair, complete with a few strands at their part that fail to obey the natural laws of gravity. A shock of bone-white hair has grown in along their temple. A pair of sleepy gray eyes gaze out from below red bangs, their color striking against all the surrounding warm hues. Shadows cling adoringly to them, reluctant to surrender their grasp on one with the truefavour of Nocht, the Silent. A brilliant ivory light suffuses the air about them, pulsing occasionally with a sense of childlike joy as they carries the highfavour of Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory.
They are wearing:
a circlet of crystal thorns pressed too-tightly to their head
a Glomdoring friendship bracelet which dangles loosely from their wrist
Refined Boots of the Paladin which stop at their knees
a bright red poppy tucked behind their ear
a burgundy belt of leather tightened firmly around their midriff
a comfortable pair of deep gray trousers which fit them snugly
a hooded coat of striking vermillion hues which hangs loosely from their form
the Fingerblade of dha'Wyrden-cree affixed to their left middle finger.
You gingerly wrap a nest-shaped meringue carrying a chocolate egg with a colewort leaf, preserving it against spoilage.

Warm cider-orange hues seep out of a nearby honeycomb lantern and bathe the area in a gentle glow, its delicate woody fragrance reminiscent of wild honey.

The First World seems a little gayer as the childlike voice of Mysrai echoes in a thousand sing-song voices, "Bring Me sweets!"

Yix shouts, "Who?"

The First World seems a little gayer as the childlike voice of Mysrai echoes in a thousand sing-song voices, "Anyone who thinks their sweets are worthy of My stomach!"

You blink.

You hands fly to your mouth as you give a short gasp of elation.

The First World seems a little gayer as the childlike voice of Mysrai echoes in a thousand sing-song voices, "I only expect the finest!"

The Fulcrux of Mysrai.
The walls of this rounded chamber are dimly illuminated by burning coals within a copper bowl at the centre, but remain no more distinct than any of the shadowy carvings upon their surface. At times, the walls seem as though they are mere veils between open air and the fire-illumined ring: at others, they are whirling sand or solid stone. Despite this, figures in various races shift and change, gone in seconds or less, with the only constant remaining the pinpricks of alien constellations within. The ceiling is a canopy of silk, or veils, or shifting realities, with loose poppy blossoms floating amidst it, or upon it, in tears of white and red and indigo. Oilslick patterns ripple across the silken folds of this veil as it flutters between two paradigms. Veils of reality bounded by skeins of ivory and blood-hued blossoms twist and shiver above a poppy-inlaid vessel filled with burning coals. Suffusing Her surroundings with a brilliant glow, Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory lingers here with a radiant smile on Her face.
You see a single exit leading through a fluttering veil.

You bounce up and down.

You hands fly to your mouth as you give a short gasp of elation.

LOOK IVORY
Whether it is the brilliant ivory glow that surrounds Her or the way that reality itself seems to grow more impressive in Her presence, it is painfully obvious upon looking at this slender young girl that She is a radiant immortal. An expressive, narrow face is quick to fall into solemnity without the aid of distraction or wonder to occupy Her, the blank expression out of sorts with the dirt smudged across Her cheeks and neck. Copper-hued hieroglyphs crackle with Divine energy up and down Her thin arms where they are visible. The twisting of reality about Her manifests especially beneath Her bare, sand-covered toes, and whirls across the massive, tangled masses of black hair that surround Her bony shoulders. A multitude of ivory poppies unfold amidst the tumbleweed of Her ebon hair, shedding showers of petals about Her as She goes. Through all the shine and glow that surrounds Her slight form, Her eyes are cold, fathomless pits of black in which starfields shift through inexorable, unfathomable patterns.
She is wearing:
a three-layered tunic of bright ivory spreading ivory hieroglyphs about Her;
a cropped pair of deep grey trousers churning with dizzying movement;
a burgundy belt of leather cinching Her tunic closer to Her waist;
a hooded coat of striking rainbow hues with a living poppy embroidered on Her back.

Shimmering lines appear around the master shrine of Mysrai.
Tsakali suddenly appears in a flash of scintillating light.

You have emoted: Gurashi lets out a silent laugh, then bows at the waist before standing up straight, bouncing excitedly in their spot.

You see the following people here:
Mysrai, Tsakali, Gurashi.

You beam broadly at Tsakali.

Tsakali beams broadly at you.

Tsakali gives some towering carillon cheesecakes to Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory. <-- x5 and all different

Excitedly, you give a lucidian-inspired lemon tart to Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory.

Flapping its skeletal wings, a bat circles around Mysrai and drops a ravenous sun horror into Her hands, then flies off with a shriek.

Tsakali peers at a nest-shaped meringue carrying a chocolate egg unscrupulously.

Tsakali gives a nest-shaped meringue carrying a chocolate egg to Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory.

With a loud yet playful whistle, a mechanical dirigible comes puttering in on currents of air, its metallic claw grasping a huge rum-soaked cup cake drizzled with a green glaze, which it quickly deposits in Mysrai's hands.

You think to yourself: ** washes of excitement - a Shula-tart! **.

You give a nest-shaped meringue carrying a chocolate egg to Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory.

You give a decadent Delportian silk pie to Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory.

Mysrai's eyes widen as She beholds the bounty of cakes offered to Her, mouth watering visibly as She sadistically proclaims, "YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!"

Tsakali gives some fiery dreambeast cup cakes to Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory.

You think to yourself: ** curious - Friend Shulamit said would like this too maybe? **.

AND THE DROP--
Mysrai consumes a strawberry cup cake bound by a marshmallow fondant bow leisurely, seeming to enjoy every bite.
Mysrai consumes a strawberry cup cake bound by a marshmallow fondant bow leisurely, seeming to enjoy every bite.
Mysrai consumes a strawberry cup cake bound by a marshmallow fondant bow leisurely, seeming to enjoy every bite.
Mysrai consumes a strawberry cup cake bound by a marshmallow fondant bow leisurely, seeming to enjoy every bite.
Mysrai quickly devours a strawberry cup cake bound by a marshmallow fondant bow.
Mysrai eats a strawberry cup cake bound by a marshmallow fondant bow with obvious gusto.
Mysrai quickly devours a towering carillon cheesecake.
Mysrai consumes a towering carillon cheesecake leisurely, seeming to enjoy every bite.
Mysrai consumes a strawberry cup cake bound by a marshmallow fondant bow leisurely, seeming to enjoy every bite.
Mysrai consumes a strawberry cup cake bound by a marshmallow fondant bow leisurely, seeming to enjoy every bite.
Mysrai consumes a dark chocolate mousse cake leisurely, seeming to enjoy every bite.
Mysrai consumes a dark chocolate mousse cake leisurely, seeming to enjoy every bite.
Mysrai consumes a dark chocolate mousse cake leisurely, seeming to enjoy every bite.
Mysrai eats a dark chocolate mousse cake with obvious gusto.
Mysrai eats a dark chocolate mousse cake with obvious gusto.
Mysrai quickly devours a dark chocolate mousse cake.
Mysrai quickly devours a dark chocolate mousse cake.
Mysrai consumes a dark chocolate mousse cake leisurely, seeming to enjoy every bite.
Mysrai eats a dark chocolate mousse cake with obvious gusto.
Mysrai consumes a dark chocolate mousse cake leisurely, seeming to enjoy every bite.
Mysrai lets out a massive belch into the air.
Mysrai eats a dark chocolate mousse cake with obvious gusto.
Mysrai quickly devours a dark chocolate mousse cake.
Mysrai consumes a dark chocolate mousse cake leisurely, seeming to enjoy every bite.
Mysrai consumes a dark chocolate mousse cake leisurely, seeming to enjoy every bite.
Mysrai quickly devours a dark chocolate mousse cake.
Mysrai eats a dark chocolate mousse cake with obvious gusto.
Mysrai eats a dark chocolate mousse cake with obvious gusto.
Mysrai quickly devours a dark chocolate mousse cake.
Mysrai quickly devours a dark chocolate mousse cake.
Mysrai consumes a dark chocolate mousse cake leisurely, seeming to enjoy every bite.
Mysrai consumes a layered tiramisu cake leisurely, seeming to enjoy every bite.
Mysrai eats a layered tiramisu cake with obvious gusto.
Mysrai eats a layered tiramisu cake with obvious gusto.
Mysrai quickly devours a layered tiramisu cake.

Mysrai nods Her head sagely.

Tsakali gives a dark chocolate and gold leaf tae'dae cookie to Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory.

You have emoted: Gurashi giggles in silence, fishing out their notepad to hurriedly write: 'was good?'

Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory says, "Oh, this looks just like My Aschwar. Who is the genius responsible for this?"

You blink.

You ponder the situation.

You have emoted: Gurashi writes: 'think Friend Shulamit made Aschwar cookies!' The pause, then add 'So made Friend Shulamit tarts!'

You pat a lucidian-inspired lemon tart in a friendly manner.

You ponder Tsakali thoughtfully, looking them up and down.

Mysrai's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Mysrai consumes a decadent Delportian silk pie leisurely, seeming to enjoy every bite.

The veil flutters aside as Yix passes through in a shivering of crimson and copper energies.

Mysrai eats a dark chocolate and gold leaf tae'dae cookie with obvious gusto.

Mysrai consumes a lucidian-inspired lemon tart leisurely, seeming to enjoy every bite.

You think to yourself: ** suddenly, embarrassment - oh dear, need to make a Tsakali tart too? **.
Shimmering lines appear around the master shrine of Mysrai.

Yix says, "Two people I already know!"

You face lights up as you smile brightly at Yix.

You beam broadly at Yix.

Tsakali flashes Yix a joyous smile.

Shulamit, riding a gemstone scaled seal with burning wings of flickering flames, suddenly appears in a flash of scintillating light.

Shulamit curtseys gracefully before Mysrai.

Party Pasha Tsakali Mes'ard, Veiled Visionary says, "There's the genius."

You nod your head emphatically.

Shulamit looks around, confused by Tsakali.

You give a lucidian-inspired lemon tart to Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon.
You give a lucidian-inspired lemon tart to Party Pasha Tsakali Mes'ard, Veiled Visionary.
You give a lucidian-inspired lemon tart to Yix.

Nodding Her head sagely, Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory says, "Yes, yes, yes, not a single sweet that is unpleasing to Me."

The flapping of large, silver-white wings signals the arrival of a metallic feathered pelican. Landing and opening its long pouch beak, a metallic feathered pelican upends watermelon ice cream with pomegranate pustules into Mysrai's with an accompanying splash of wet, wet water. Mysrai now looks very clean.

The veil flutters aside as Aeral passes through in a shivering of crimson and copper energies.

Glowing an astonished shade of mauve, Shulamit's eyes boggle out in amazement.

"Ahah!" Aeral exclaims triumphantly.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Oh! I've brought! Things!"

Adjusting a pack that seems to be stuffed with an array of sweet smells, Yix says to Mysrai, "I'm not a cook but I have scoured the shops of the Basin."

Yix gives some lemon crinkle cookies to Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory.
Yix gives some donut-shaped sugar cookies with sprinkles to Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory.
Yix gives some shortbread cookies covered in whipped orange frosting to Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory.
Yix gives some blueberry and lemon cookies to Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory.
Yix gives some puzzle piece cookies to Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory.
Yix gives some pale moon macaron cookies to Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory.
Yix gives some cookies topped with malachite icing to Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory.
Yix gives some exceptionally pungent skunk-shaped durian cookies to Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory.
"Oooooooooh!" Shulamit says to Yix, eyes wide with wonder.
Yix gives some black widow cookies of strawberry and poppy seed to Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory.

Salt Speaker Aeral Ladyn, Companion of the Even Bladed says, "Those are -my- designs."

You let out a loud, happy gasp as you turn to focus on Yix.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "A soup, and...things! Ice cream!"

Tsakali clenches their fist and chortles "Ooer!"

Salt Speaker Aeral Ladyn, Companion of the Even Bladed says, "That I was about to bring."

Yix gives some jasmine-orange origami cookies to Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory.

You grin mischievously at Aeral.

Aeral taps her foot with mild impatience.

You have emoted: Gurashi writes: 'can be two?'

Party Pasha Tsakali Mes'ard, Veiled Visionary laughingly says to Aeral, "Well, bring them then."

You have emoted: Gurashi writes: 'think Shofets likes all of the tasty things?' They pause, then scratch out Shofets and write 'Urchins'. They pause, staring at the page.

You think to yourself: ** ooer - stop being confused **.

You think to yourself: ** is both! **.

Shulamit nods her head sagely at you.

Aeral gives a lemon crinkle cookie to Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory.

Yix says to Aeral, "I must have visited your shop too."

Mysrai peers at a blueberry and lemon cookie unscrupulously.

Aeral gives a puzzle piece cookie to Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory.

Mysrai consumes a puzzle piece cookie leisurely, seeming to enjoy every bite.

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

Mysrai nods Her head sagely.

Aeral gives a shortbread cookie covered in whipped orange frosting to Party Pasha Tsakali Mes'ard, Veiled Visionary.

Utterly entranced, Tsakali emits a long "Ooooh."

Tsakali thanks Aeral profusely.

Shulamit gives a creamy chocolate soup to Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory. <-- gives them to everyone

"Tada!" Shulamit says with a proud expression on her face.

You have emoted: Gurashi lets out a soft excited gasp at the soup.

Tsakali licks their lips.

Tsakali eats a creamy chocolate soup with obvious gusto.

Party Pasha Tsakali Mes'ard, Veiled Visionary says, "I kinda want to dip a cookie in this soup."

Aeral nods her head at Tsakali, showing her acceptance.

Aeral lets out a small, elated gasp.

Around a mouth of cup cake, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Maybe I can design that next."

You think to yourself: ... ** among all the gray, bits of pink - relief, and joy - look, everyone so happy **.

You bounce up and down.

Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory says, "Excellent. Now, everyone out but the Beloved. We have stuff to talk about."

Mysrai points outwards imperially, brimming with authority despite Her timy frame.

You nod your head emphatically.

Tsakali frowns at you.

Party Pasha Tsakali Mes'ard, Veiled Visionary says to you, "That means you stay."

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to Mysrai, "These are thingies from Orventa!"

You have emoted: Gurashi blinks slowly.

You blush furiously.

You see the following people here:
Yix, Aeral, Tsakali, Mysrai, Shulamit, Gurashi.

You flail about helplessly.

You think to yourself: ** wait must give out some more desserts first **.

Salt Speaker Aeral Ladyn, Companion of the Even Bladed asks, "...wobby cubes of jelly?"

You nod your head emphatically.

You have emoted: Gurashi huffs softly, planting their hand on their hips before turning back to look at Mysrai, glancing briefly at Tsakali.

Using Her tongue and the roof of Her mouth, Mysrai makes a quiet clicking noise.

Party Pasha Tsakali Mes'ard, Veiled Visionary says, "It looks like Yix and Aeral are looking to join the Beloved."

Tsakali coughs softly.

Yix looks confused and says, "I should learn how to cook next."

A wry smile spreads across Aeral's face.

Salt Speaker Aeral Ladyn, Companion of the Even Bladed says to Tsakali, "I am a proud follower of Lady Terentia."

You nod your head at Yix.

With a slow nod to Aeral, Tsakali shows their understanding.

Thoughtfully, Salt Speaker Aeral Ladyn, Companion of the Even Bladed says, "But I do have a love of cooking."

Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory says, "Then you are not Beloved. Which means that you must go."

Aeral nods her head emphatically.

Aeral bows respectfully to Mysrai.

You have emoted: Gurashi writes quickly, holding the notepad out to Yix : 'let know if ever wanna learn and will help teach!'

You eyes light up as you smile.

Salt Speaker Aeral Ladyn, Companion of the Even Bladed says, "My Apologies, Lord-and-Lady."

The veil flutters outwards into a skein of copper and crimson energies, obscuring Aeral from view.

You think to yourself: ** oh! ice cream! **.

Confused, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "So Yix is now Beloved? Shiny."

Tsakali chuckles long and heartily.

You tilt your head curiously at Yix.

Curiously, Yix says to Mysrai, "Can I sketch You?"

Party Pasha Tsakali Mes'ard, Veiled Visionary says, "Maybe soon. They seem friendly and full of promise."

You think to yourself: ... ** honorary ** ...

Mysrai ponders the situation.

You nod your head at Tsakali.

Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory says, "No."

With the smallest flick of Her finger, Mysrai sends Yix flying headlong into the depths of the Astral Plane.
Yix leaves to the ether.

Glowing an astonished shade of mauve, Shulamit's eyes boggle out in amazement.

You stare blankly into space.

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

You flail about helplessly.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Yix, "** ripples of concern? are O-K?? **." <-- and then some panicked back and forth over on OOC alliance to save her. All good! She's a good sport and a good egg.

Shulamit pats you in a friendly manner.

A subtle increase in illumination and a shower of black fire herald the entrance of a black phoenix from the ether.

"Hey!" Tonatiuh greets warmly.

You have emoted: Gurashi stares off blankly into space, the color having left their cheeks for the moment.

Tonatiuh kneels before Mysrai and touches his head to the ground in worship.

Tonatiuh murmurs softly to himself.

Shulamit appears to puff up slightly as her entire body glows a cheerful shade of citrine yellow.

You sent the following message to Yix: ** a desire to know when you are back on the prime material plane - safe! **

Mysrai turns and pushes up on the top of the master shrine, lifting Herself up and turning around to plop down on its top comfortably. She looks down and says, "So. Lots of Beloved."

You have emoted: Gurashi slowly returns their focus forward as Mysrai speaks, blinking twice.

You think to yourself: ... ** gentle washes of blue-gray ** ...

Shulamit nods her head enthusiastically.

Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory says, "Except...not everyone."

Midnight shadows coalesce around a new day, and Mother Night embraces the land in utter darkness.
It is now the 10th of Avechary, 563 years after the Coming of Estarra.
There are 22 days until the New Moon

Tsakali glances askance at Mysrai.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "There's many many Beloved, but not many awake currently."

Soothsayer Tonatiuh al-Saaoud murmurs, "Hard to combine us all, unlike cake ingredients."

You have emoted: Gurashi glances at Shulamit, nodding in agreement.

Mysrai leans forward, elbows to Her knees as She rests Her chin on Her palms, looking down at you. After a moment, She looks towards Shulamit and nods, saying, "Yes, lots of them fell into a deep sleep. Sloth is a terrible, vicious thing, after all."

Nodding solemnly, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Sometimes it tries to make me sleep a lot! But I try not to."

Brilliant ivory light washes over you, its edges tinged with pink as She considers something.

Shulamit seems dazzled by the light, looking at her hands.

You have emoted: Gurashi glances once, then does a double-take as they realize Mysrai is looking at them, eyes widening.

You blink.

Tonatiuh's eyes close briefly as the citrus flavoured tentacles of the cake slip past his tongue, only to open abruptly at the brilliant ivory light.

Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory asks, "What is missing?"

You think to yourself: ... ** warm ** ...

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Even more Beloved?"

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Or maybe more cakes!"

Confused, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "More Beloved shaped like cakes."

Party Pasha Tsakali Mes'ard, Veiled Visionary says, "Will. People do not seek their Will, and they flounder upon their path."

You think to yourself: .... ** pinks ... maybe, the barest hint of gold .... **.

You have emoted: Gurashi says nothing, furrowing their brow as they watch Mysrai upon the shrine.

Party Pasha Tsakali Mes'ard, Veiled Visionary says, "They lack focus, or a reason to seek You or others."

Tapping a finger thoughtfully against Her chin, Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory says, "Maybe I could bake some Beloved into cakes? That might help if Shula is correct..."

Tsakali frowns at Mysrai.

Mysrai leans Her head to the side, Her hair shifting and scratching noisily against Her clothes as She considers Tsakali's words next. "But..."

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "I...am unsure if they'd survive!"

You have emoted: Gurashi pauses at this, then writes: 'make pastries of friends often.' Then lower the notepad quickly. 'using commodities not peoples' they quickly underline.

You cough softly.

As she nods slowly in your direction, you realize Shulamit understands.

Tsakali grins mischievously at you.

Party Pasha Tsakali Mes'ard, Veiled Visionary says to Mysrai, "There are not more Beloved because people are complacent. They are happy with what is, not looking to what might be."

A slight frown crosses Tonatiuh's features, not entirely in agreement with Tsakali's words. "Maybe some have filled their cup, and don't know how to empty it."

Tsakali shrugs helplessly.

Tsakali nods their head at Tonatiuh.

Nodding Her head sagely, Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory says, "Yes, yes, I am sure you are right. For some reason, people are not looking for their Will. They are finding sloth."

You think to yourself: ** quickly retreating whatever bit of color was there **.

You look at Tsakali, expression filled with concern as you frown.

Shulamit reaches over to Bizirik, the leothin and itches her back.

You look at Tonatiuh, expression filled with concern as you frown.

Bizirik, the leothin perks up as it is addressed, thrumming softly as Shulamit is scritched along its back.

Tonatiuh rests his chin on the tip of an indigo oracle staff bearing hieroglyphic suns in thoughtful contemplation.

You think to yourself: ** cups...? **.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Could have more parties! Those bring people!"

Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory says, "And worse yet, when people DO find their Will, they are not listening. They are not trying their Wills and Truths against those of the other Beloved."

Light spreads across your back in numerous colours and hues, enfolding you like butterfly wings.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "More...testing? Poking?"

You have emoted: Gurashi cants their head at this, blinking.

You think to yourself: ** oh - wills and truths? **.

Shulamit seems confused at something before nodding solemnly.

You think to yourself: ... ** soft washes of static, buzzing, thankfully not too overpowering **.

Shulamit quickly devours a lucidian-inspired lemon tart.

A cascade of opalescent sparks shivers through Tonatiuh's deep, indigo fur, confusion mixed with disappointed flickering across his canid features.

Mysrai kicks Her legs back and forth as She turns Her gaze between all those gathered, "Perhaps we need someone besides Me, who will lead?"

You blink.

Deeply confused, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "But You are You, and the Bestest."

Tsakali nods their head at Shulamit, showing their acceptance.

You have emoted: Gurashi writes: 'A DIFFERENT Shofets/Urchins?' They look confused, staring at the page.

You look about in confusion.

You think to yourself: ** but Beloveds are Theirs? would not be the same would it? Godthings are so strangely **.

You look at Mysrai, expression filled with concern as you frown.

Party Pasha Tsakali Mes'ard, Veiled Visionary says to Mysrai, "Shulamit can lead. They are the second Most Beloved besides yourself."

Glowing blinking shades of orange, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to you, "But They'd still be Them, just a different Form?"

Shulamit peers at Tsakali with narrowed eyes, glowing a suspicious shade of slate grey.

You think to yourself: ** suddenly - concern - They are not leaving, are They? **.

You stare at Mysrai, eyes wide.

Looking towards Her Beacon, Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory asks, "Perhaps if they were to be guided by a Sacrosanct, it would be less intimidating?"

Shulamit rubs her hands together, confused.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Look, the poppy went scarlet. Clearly I am not Scarlet, and would be bad."

Shulamit nods her head sagely at a shifting, living poppy of scarlet petals.

Party Pasha Tsakali Mes'ard, Veiled Visionary smiles impishly and says, "I don't think your poppy is a fortune telling device, Prism."

Looking next to the small jackal-kin, Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory asks, "Very true. Perhaps then, someone who has tried to emulate Me in the past, and carries a sense of familiarity?"

Party Pasha Tsakali Mes'ard, Veiled Visionary says, "Well good, Tonatiuh is a fine specimen of Beloved."

Tsakali nudges Tonatiuh suggestively.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Very fancy, Tonatiuh is."

Tonatiuh tilts his head, canine fashion, tall tufted ears swiveling sharply at the sudden focus on him,.

You have emoted: Gurashi's attention drifts from their notepad to the conversation at hand, head bobbing from person to person as ideas and compliments are spoken aloud.

Tsakali consumes a lucidian-inspired lemon tart leisurely, seeming to enjoy every bite.

You think to yourself: .. ** continued lingering concern ** ..

Soothsayer Tonatiuh al-Saaoud murmurs, "A specimen who apparently is also unable to gather the Beloved in sufficient number."

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "But...you'd be gathering NEW Beloved."

Shulamit nods her head sagely.

Mysrai ponders the situation.

Tsakali nods their head in agreement.

Soothsayer Tonatiuh al-Saaoud says, "There are more who wish to walk the path, they grow, the listen, they seek."

Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory says, "No, no. There are some here who have only seen Me in two of My Aspects. Shocked when you met Me as Urchin."

Looking up with a sudden thought, Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory asks, "What about Alary?"

You think to yourself: ** ripples of confusion - did not know there were not as many Beloveds as before? thought were so -many- **.

Tsakali grins and nods.

Party Pasha Tsakali Mes'ard, Veiled Visionary says, "Alary is a good leader. I haven't seen them in a while, but they are an excellent mentor."

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Alary has seen many Aspects! And Ixchilgal! And Xypher but he...doesn't seem to wake up. And Zeebin, but he did...silly things."

Glowing a guilty shade of grey, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "And myself."

You think to yourself: ... ** familiar faces ... Alary! yes ... they know the Shofets well - and Miss ....... ** ...

You nod your head at Shulamit.

Mysrai ponders the situation.

You tilt your head, gaze softening as you frown.

Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory says, "Ebon. Ivory. It is hardly perfect, but perhaps...split between the two..."

You think to yourself: ** another ripple of gray **.

Trying to recount, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "The Urchin in Ivory, the Crooked Gentleman, the Dancer on the Void, the Hermit Clad in Saffron, the Shofet of Abyssal Scales, the Thrice-Crowned! Many! Others!"

Shulamit trails off, trying to count on mortal fingers and failing.

Party Pasha Tsakali Mes'ard, Veiled Visionary says, "The Thief of Hidden Apogees, which I still yearn to meet."

Party Pasha Tsakali Mes'ard, Veiled Visionary says, "The Doom of Spires, wasn't there?"

As a last resort, Tsakali weaves fingers into their messy, spiked blonde hair and pulls, yearning for the madness to cease.

Shulamit nods her head sagely at Tsakali.

Deep in thought, Mysrai leans Her cheek on Her hand.

You think to yourself: ... ** ahhh, betting Friend Aschwar knows them -all- because they are very good and memorized the Book ** ..

You think to yourself: ** ...so many not-hats **.

Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory says, "Oh, a very good point, Gurashi."

You blink.

You have emoted: Gurashi quickly looks at Mysrai, shoulders bunching.

Tsakali tilts their head curiously at you.

Shulamit turns to listen to you before glowing an embarrassed shade of maroon.

You blush furiously.

Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory says, "Aschwar, Shulamit, and Alary. Three is quite better than two."

Mysrai taps Her foot with mild impatience.

You have emoted: Gurashi quickly clasps a hand over their right cheek, face beet red. They catch the stares from their friends and slowly write: 'Aschwar'.

You nod your head emphatically.

Glowing an astonished shade of mauve, Shulamit's eyes boggle out in amazement.

Tsakali acknowledges the point with a grave nod of their head.

You think to yourself: ... ** three? keys ** ...

You nod your head emphatically.

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

Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory says, "We would have the Sacrosanct of Ebon, to light a fire under the Beloved's ass and keep sloth at bay. We would have a Sacrosanct of Ivory, to guide and nurture and develop the young. And we would have a Sacrosanct of Gold, to offer My insight and a new perspective from beyond this world."

A look of understanding crossing their features, Tsakali nods their head slowly.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "So very shiny!"

You face lights up as you smile brightly at Mysrai.

You think to yourself: ... ** suddenly, guilty - wait, should have asked Friend Aschwar first before volunteering them? **.

You think to yourself: ** deeper guilt oh -no- what if they don't wanna? wait but don't they have to? may -have- to - fret **.

You have emoted: Gurashi holds their smile, squeezing the sides of the notepad and finally averting their gaze after a few moments.

Shulamit hums a happy tune.

A low, contented growl arises within Tonatiuh's chest.

Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory says, "Oh, a very good point again, Beloved Gurashi."

You have emoted: Gurashi covers their face.

Tsakali tilts their head curiously at you.

Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory says, "We should not ask those to lead who truly do not wish. SO we must ask."

Mysrai tilts Her head curiously at Shulamit.

You have emoted: Gurashi peeks through their fingers, surprised.

Tonatiuh urges Shulamit onwards.

You think to yourself: ... ** slightly less guilt - maybe relief? oh, at least are asking, yes ... **.

Party Pasha Tsakali Mes'ard, Veiled Visionary says, "Consent is key."

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "With Beloved Alary's strongness of strong backbones, and Beloved Best Priest's bestness of being, I can be strong!"

You gaze softens as you smile at Shulamit.

Tsakali nods their head at Shulamit, showing their acceptance.

Shulamit nods her head sagely.

You have emoted: Gurashi writes in all capital letters: 'will be so good!'

Tonatiuh grins mischievously at you.

You think to yourself: ** the bestest! **.

A brilliant vortex of swirling golden sand begins to manifest before the master shrine of Mysrai, filling the air with the brilliant scent of honey.

Shulamit sniffs at the air, glowing a happy golden colour.

You think to yourself: ** another peek of color peeking through, pinks, golds, joy ... **.

You have emoted: Gurashi's gaze lifts, face lighting up.

You think to yourself: ** familiar ... honey? Friend Aschwar?? **.

You see the following people here:
Tsakali, Mysrai, Shulamit, Tonatiuh, Gurashi.

LOOK ASCHWAR
Radiant gold and inky black compete for prominence in the thick fur that covers this enormous tae'dae's body, the well-groomed hair shifting like fields of wheat and clouds through the night sky with each movement. Despite their thick limbs and eleven-and-a-half feet of height, an aura of well-being and contentment radiates off of their body, only enhanced by the gentle smile that is nearly always present on their muzzle. Glittering mis-matched eyes, one brown and one green, stare with a gentle warmth at the world around them, only inches below a pair of fuzzy round ears that have several notches missing from them. A brilliant red hieroglyph crackles in the centre of their forehead, flaring occasionally with small tendrils of red lightning. They are nicely dressed in a comfortable pair of deep grey trousers, held up by a burgundy belt of leather, and a three-layered tunic of bright red-violet cloth that fits them nearly perfectly. A hooded coat of striking vermillion hues hangs atop this, flower petals hand-sewn across its embroidery and circling the black star easily visible on their back. Light tan, a pair of strap boots are a stark contrast to their fur and have been decorated with little, hand-drawn moths.

Aschwar has an air of extreme strength.

"Hey!" Tonatiuh greets Aschwar warmly.

Tsakali beams broadly at Aschwar.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to Aschwar, "The Urchin in Ivory!"

Aschwar turns and looks towards the Beloved, not first seeming to even notice Mysrai as they beam broadly at each of you in turn.

Party Pasha Tsakali Mes'ard, Veiled Visionary smiles and says to Aschwar, "Long time no see, Beloved Aschwar."

You have emoted: Gurashi throws their arms into the air, beaming brightly... then beaming broader, pointing at the tae'dae's outfit, then pointing at themselves, back and forth excitedly.

You flail about helplessly.

Bouncing bubbling shades of pink and yellow wrap around you as Shulamit giggles happily at you.
You flail about helplessly.

You think to yourself: ** joy! joy! joy! **.

Aschwar gives a short gasp of elation.

Aschwar exclaims, "We are matching! Hello Friends! And Shofets!"

You have emoted: Gurashi twirls in their spot, throwing their head back in a delighted laugh as they clap their hands together.

Shulamit appears to puff up slightly as her entire body glows a cheerful shade of citrine yellow.

Aschwar turns and looks towards Mysrai, though their gaze rests higher than it should and slowly lowers to find Her sitting atop the master shrine. "Oh."

Charging in out of nowhere, a miniature Squibbles plushie appears in a flurry of woolen fur, ruby eyes gleaming dangerously.
Frayed strips of brown wool have been artfully knotted with lighter strips to create the mottled, scraggly fur of the legendary hamster known as Squibbles. Perfectly sized to rest in the human palm, this plushie may not be realistic, but it is certainly faithful to the true hamster. His quintessential snarl has been formed out of black stitching, studded with wooden fangs that have been painted with glossy red drips. Two rubies have been set into his face as bloodlust-filled eyes, some magic sparkling within them to make them gleam dangerously at all times. Atop its back, a small wooden ring rests, ready to be pulled.
It weighs 7 ounce(s).
It bears the distinctive mark of Pasha Silvanos Lunarose, Herbal Connoisseur.
It has the following aliases: plushie, squibbles.
A miniature Squibbles plushie shakes itself vigorously, sending wisps of wool flying all over Mysrai.
In a series of violent squeaks, a miniature Squibbles plushie exclaims to Mysrai, "Nom nom nom!"
A miniature Squibbles plushie charges out of the area, fangs gnashing viciously all the while.

Tsakali stares implacably about themself.

Shulamit opens her mouth as if to say something, but pauses.

Aschwar confusedly reaches up and rubs at their eyes, blinking several times before peering closer towards the Urchin. "...lots of people in this world like to change how they look." They smile brightly a few moments later, and happily chime, "But you are matching, too!"

You stare blankly into space.

You think to yourself: .... ** THEY ARE **.

With a wide smile, Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory says, "I thought you wouldn't notice, sweetie!"

Mysrai strikes a pose.

You have emoted: Gurashi covers their face again at making the realization.

Shulamit grins mischievously at you.

You think to yourself: ** matching! They have the same clothes! Am so glad made extras...! **.

You have emoted: Gurashi lowers their hand and smiles wide, grinning again at the tae'dae and Mysrai in turn.

You think to yourself: ** the momentary wash of embarrassment is replaced again with joy! and honor! flattery! it looks SO GOOD ON THEM AHH **.

Mysrai ponders the situation.

You beam broadly at Aschwar.

Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory asks Aschwar, "Do you wanna help lead the Beloved, as one of the Sacrosanct?"

Aschwar blinks.

You have emoted: Gurashi gasps again, perking up and focusing in on the tae'dae, clasping their hands on their cheeks.

Tsakali beams broadly at Aschwar.

Aschwar looks around several times, checking to make sure Mysrai is talking to them and even going so far as to point a claw at their chest. "M-me?"

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to Aschwar, "With me and Alary! To help be backbones! We'll be each others backbones!"

You think to yourself: ** adoration - joy - bouncing through all the emotions that come in between as well **.

You nod your head at Shulamit.

Sheepishly, Aschwar exclaims, "I'm...not sure I'm smart enough! I'm still new to the Beloved, after all. And this whole world!"

You boggle at Aschwar.

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

Mysrai ponders the situation.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "It's a confusing world, sometimes!"

Glancing behind the tae'dae, Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory says, "Beloved? Test this Truth against your own. Does Aschwar speak true?"

Party Pasha Tsakali Mes'ard, Veiled Visionary says, "No."

In an encouraging voice, Soothsayer Tonatiuh al-Saaoud says to Aschwar, "Would be hard to find anyone who would think you're not doing the job already."

You have emoted: Gurashi puffs their cheeks, looking down at the notepad to write: 'worlds are confusing! life is confusing. do not have to lead if do not wanna but you are learning EVERY day so think that does not make you not smart enough'. They pause. 'new does not mean not-good.'

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "They're very smart!"

You have emoted: Gurashi pauses, staring at the page, suddenly understanding Aschwar may not be able to read the message. Their face flushes.

You think to yourself: ** oops **.

Party Pasha Tsakali Mes'ard, Veiled Visionary says, "Aschwar speaks wrong. They have grown mightily since coming here, mentally and spiritually as well as physically. They have learned to control their emotions, to learn as well as teach."

Shulamit pats you in a friendly manner.

You have emoted: Gurashi holds a ravenwood-covered notepad of violet hues out to Mysrai anyway, hopefully, nodding in the tae'dae's direction.

You think to yourself: ** no - they are good. that they are new is GOOD **.

Party Pasha Tsakali Mes'ard, Veiled Visionary says, "They are patient, more than they were when they came here. They are kind, and love all without question."

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Gurashi would like Beloved Priest to know that worlds are confusing and life is confusing and they don't have to lead if they don't want to, but that they are learning every day so don't think you are not smart enough! New doesn't mean not-good!"

Shulamit nods her head sagely.

You have emoted: Gurashi blushes deeper, bunching their shoulders.

You think to yourself: ** life makes peoples mean and bitter ... a recollection of familiar, trusted faces ... **.

You think to yourself: ** Aschwar is very good. **.

Aschwar blushes deeply beneath their fur, visible among even the ebon fur covering their cheeks.

Mysrai taps Her finger against Her chin thoughtfully. "Do you still hold your Truth to be as such, My dear Asch?"

Party Pasha Tsakali Mes'ard, Veiled Visionary smiles and says, "Above all, they are humble."

You have emoted: Gurashi writes: 'sorry if embarrassed - think you are very good'. They tap the page gently.

You sniff softly.

Rubbing an arm and ineffectively attempting to look smaller, Aschwar says, "N-no. I don't think I can any more, Shofet."

You think to yourself: ** another ripple of guilt - not wanting to further embarrass dear friends! they look uncomfortable - it is not a good feeling no **.

Shulamit takes a deep breath as the crystal surface of her face softens and shifts in colour, a muted glow appearing within.

You have emoted: Gurashi watches Aschwar, holding their notepad to their chest, offering an encouraging smile.

Simply, Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory asks, "Then will you lead?"

Party Pasha Tsakali Mes'ard, Veiled Visionary whispers to Aschwar, "You can say no, if you don't want it. Don't feel forced."

Turns and looks nervously between those gathered before finally turning to give their gaze to Shulamit, Aschwar says, "Uh...."

You gaze softens as you smile at Shulamit.

You gaze softens as you smile at Aschwar.

Smiling encouragingly, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to Aschwar, "It is always your choice, and we will be here with and for you."

You think to yourself: ** not alone **.

You think to yourself: ... ** softer - not alone ** ..

Tsakali nods their head in agreement.

"Well," Aschwar says quietly, scratching at a cheek with their claws gently, "If Missus Friend Shulamit thinks I can, then...I think I can, too."

Tsakali smiles softly.

Shulamit appears to puff up slightly as her entire body glows a cheerful shade of citrine yellow.

Shulamit nods her head enthusiastically at Aschwar.

A gemstone scaled seal with burning wings of flickering flames raises his head high and releases a string of high-pitched barks: "ARF ARF ARF ARF ARF ARF!" Looking quite pleased with the sound, he lies back on his belly with a satisfied expression.

Tonatiuh claps his indigo-marked palms, golden claws clicking together with excitement.

You bounce up and down.

You nod your head at a wooden stamp swirled with gold.

You nod your head at a gemstone scaled seal with burning wings of flickering flames.

Your eyes raise to the heavens as a look of hope flashes across your face.

"Shh!" Shulamit says to a gemstone scaled seal with burning wings of flickering flames, putting a finger to her lips.

You think to yourself: ** oof **.

Shulamit glows extremely brightly, a strong ivory colour as she stands up extremely straight.
You have emoted: Gurashi claps their hands together and beams at Aschwar, bouncing again in their spot. They quickly write: 'can do it! both of you!' They show the page to Shulamit, Aschwar, and Mysrai in turn. Then add: 'Friend Alary too! the bestest!'

You nod your head emphatically.

You beam broadly.

You think to yourself: ** ahhh the Shofets is so lucky they have so many good devoted beloved Beloveds **.

The fulcrux floods with brilliant light as Mysrai closes Her eyes, and presses a hand towards Her heart. A moment later, the light spreads outwards and becomes blinding in intensity, forcing you to close your eyes.

Tsakali rubs at their eyes, blinking repeatedly.

You have emoted: Gurashi makes a little noise, shielding their face with their notepad. Beside them, Bizirik stares directly into the light, snorting.

Shulamit revels in the light, glowing cheerfully along with it.

Brilliant golden tethers shoot forward, visible even behind your closed eyes, from where Shulamit and Aschwar had stood, stretching forward to connect with the Urchin in Ivory.

You have emoted: Gurashi squeezes their notepad tighter against their face, eyes still squeezed shut.

You think to yourself: .... ** ... always together, connected to each other ... ** ...

The light slowly fades, and when you open your eyes once more, Mysrai's hand is down from Her heart and She smiles fondly. "Sacrosanct once more. Sacrosanct anew. When Alary has come to Me, the Triumvirate shall be complete, and you shall lead for Me the Beloved I hope to cultivate."

The light slowly fades, and when you open your eyes once more, Mysrai's hand is down from Her heart and She smiles fondly. "Sacrosanct once more. Sacrosanct anew. When Alary has come to Me, the Triumvirate shall be complete, and you shall lead for Me the Beloved I hope to cultivate."

Shulamit gazes at Mysrai as her body suddenly lights up with a cheerful, citrine yellow glow.

Shulamit gazes at Aschwar as her body suddenly lights up with a cheerful, citrine yellow glow.

Tonatiuh's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.

Aschwar stares towards Shulamit as though seeing her for the very first time.

You have emoted: Gurashi finally lowers the notepad, blinking tears from their eyes... they smile suddenly, brightly, looking between Aschwar and Shulamit excitedly.

Tsakali claps their hands together merrily.

To Aschwar and Mysrai, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Warmth! Coziness! Things!"

You think to yourself: ** oh - excitement! good, yes! joy and togetherness yes **.

Shulamit flits about happily.

You have emoted: Gurashi pauses suddenly, looking towards Mysrai, tilting their head.

You think to yourself: ** so wait if they are leading the Beloveds then what is the Shofets doing?? They are still not -leaving- right **.

Mysrai looks towards you thoughtfully, pressing a finger to Her cheek. "Are you ready yet, Beloved?" The question is not accusatory, nor is it pressing. Expectant, but not impatient.

You think to yourself: ** suddenly - cold **.

You stare at Mysrai, eyes wide.

Tsakali frowns slightly, crossing their arms over their chest.

Aschwar turns towards you and cants their head to the side, a brilliant golden glow surrounding their eyes as they do.

Shulamit smiles at you, glowing a soothing shade of Ivory mixed with joyous pink.

You think to yourself: ... ** sudden realization - never told them the Shadow Court's response ... did? I ? ** ...

Midnight shadows coalesce around a new day, and Mother Night embraces the land in utter darkness.
It is now the 11th of Avechary, 563 years after the Coming of Estarra.
There are 21 days until the New Moon

Shaking Her head, Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory says, "I do not care for what any mortal council should say, Beloved. It is a very different question that I pose to you. Are YOU ready?"

Shulamit continues to glow for you, soothing and pale coloured.

You have emoted: All earlier eagerness and excitement brought on by the enrapturing scene has fled from Gurashi's expression. They swallow hard, suddenly looking at those present, like a starved deer in a hunter's trap. They open their mouth as if to speak, but no sound comes out and they quickly shrink a bit in their spot, looking concerned.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to you, "It's okies! If you need time, I will be here. And giving you new cakes that are also offerings to Lord Crumkane to try."

Shulamit acknowledges the point with a grave nod of her head.

Tsakali nods their head at Shulamit, showing their acceptance.

You think to yourself: ..... ** an intense desire to not be so alone, even though am not - but am? not - but what if never get the chance again? but saying yes would ruin everyone who made me - is not just my decision is manys is **.

Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory says, "Gurashi."

Shulamit blinks slowly, smiling brightly at you.

You think to yourself: ** torn threads of color breaking through the gray and white - embarrassed - want nothing -more- but-- **.

You have emoted: Gurashi's gaze pulls away from the air to Mysrai.

You think to yourself: ... ** the cloying scent of roses, the creeping sensation of spiders - Xenthos, so -disappointed- ** ...

As Her voice echoes in sing-song, dulcet tones about the fulcrux, Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory says, "You have seen how My Beloved operates. Truth is judged. Tested. Ensured. But a Truth is personal, your own paradigm of the world. Your Truth should be yours. None else's."

Thoughtfully, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "All truths are unique, even if some seem very similar?"

Mysrai nods Her head sagely at Shulamit.

Tonatiuh murmurs softly to himself.

You have emoted: Gurashi stands very still for a very long time. Finally, they manage to raise the notepad, and eyes shining with tears they write carefully.

Aschwar smiles softly.

You have emoted: Gurashi holds up the notepad: 'every time find thing that makes me happy is not in line with what need to be doing for friends and family and commune so keep trying to find way to do both - HARD'. The final word is underlined. They sniff.

You have emoted: Gurashi adds: 'not fair to disregard peoples who made me'.

Tsakali wraps a comforting arm around you.

As Her voice echoes in sing-song, dulcet tones about the fulcrux, Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory says, "It is doubly unfair to disregard yourself."

You have emoted: Gurashi squeezes the edges of the notepad tightly. They puff their cheeks.

Acknowledging Mysrai's point to be true, Shulamit nods her head gravely at Her.

Shulamit wraps a comforting arm around you, bathing you in soothing ivory light.

Party Pasha Tsakali Mes'ard, Veiled Visionary says, "I must depart for a time."

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to Tsakali, "Be well!"

Shulamit hugs Tsakali compassionately, warm shades of pearl bouncing around the room.

The soft voice of Tsakali tickles your ear, "You are Beloved no matter what, and my friend."

Quietly, Aschwar says, "If I did not care enough about me, I would have stayed with the people who made me. And I would not be here. And I would be...in a cage."

The veil flutters outwards into a skein of copper and crimson energies, obscuring Tsakali from view.

You have emoted: Gurashi wrinkles their nose, looking down at what they've written. They nod at Tsakali before they depart, then look to Aschwar, frowning.

Shulamit murmurs softly to herself.

You think to yourself: -- ... a memory of dark .. --.

You have emoted: Gurashi swallows hard.

You have emoted: Gurashi glances towards Mysrai, then Shulamit, then again to Aschwar, furrowing their brow.

You glance askance at Tonatiuh.

You sniffle softly.

A low, contented growl arises within Tonatiuh's chest as he sniffs at you.

You have emoted: Gurashi pauses to write again, trying to be quick but legible...

Shulamit continues to glow, alternating soothing shades of ivory with brighter shades of gold.

Aschwar reaches out and places a paw gently on your shoulder, smiling down at you before looking to Shulamit and Tonatiuh. "We do love you, no matter how long it takes for you to be ready."

A gemstone scaled seal with burning wings of flickering flames raises his head high and releases a string of high-pitched barks: "ARF ARF ARF ARF ARF ARF!" Looking quite pleased with the sound, he lies back on his belly with a satisfied expression.

"Shh!" Shulamit says to a gemstone scaled seal with burning wings of flickering flames, putting a finger to her lips.

You glance askance at a gemstone scaled seal with burning wings of flickering flames.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to a gemstone scaled seal with burning wings of flickering flames, "This is a serious moment!"

Ciaran Pavok has left the realm of Lusternia.

You think to yourself: ** what a good chonky boy **.

You think to yourself: ... ** what was -- oh **.

Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory says, "The seal offers serious insight, My Beacon. Truly no other could embrace the Truth of the ARF."

Mysrai nods solemnly.

Acknowledging Mysrai's point to be true, Shulamit nods her head gravely at Her.

A soft cough escapes Tonatiuh's throat.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to Mysrai, "He embodies the ARF."

Shulamit shakes herself a bit, turning away from a gemstone scaled seal with burning wings of flickering flames and back towards you.

Aschwar's gaze remains on you, but a small giggle breaks their lips as they hear the barking noises escape Shulamit and the Urchin's mouth.

You have emoted: Gurashi lifts the notepad sheepishly to Aschwar : 'just want very much to protect you because love you very much!' They point at Shulamit in turn, nodding. 'if am Beloved can do that?' They swallow again.

Shulamit takes a deep breath as the crystal surface of her face softens and shifts in colour, a muted glow appearing within.

Quietly, and slowly, Aschwar says, "I...cannot read that."

Glowing bright pink suddenly, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Oh! They want to protect you because they love you so much, Beloved Priest! They want to know if they become a Beloved can they still do that?"

You think to yourself: ... ** concern - of inevitable hate from those th-- oh they can't --.

You cough softly.

You nod your head at Shulamit.

Aschwar nods their head, and then smile softly. "Of course you can. When you are a Beloved, you can do whatever it is that you want, so long as it is done in Love!"

With a soft smile, Aschwar says, "But you can only be Beloved if you want to be. If it is your Will."

Shulamit nods her head emphatically.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "And if you need time, we are here! Things!"

You think to yourself: ... ** cold, torn - want to very much **.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks like they might burst into tears at a moment's notice, frowning up at Aschwar.

Slowly, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Sometimes the journey is long! But there is an end!"

Shulamit steps down off of a gemstone scaled seal with burning wings of flickering flames.

You think to yourself: ... ** for a moment, it's all you want, louder than the cries of unfair ** ..

Aschwar squeezes your shoulder gently, closing their eyes as their smile widens ever-so-slightly.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to a gemstone scaled seal with burning wings of flickering flames, "Go to sleep for a bit, we'll have walkies later."

A gemstone scaled seal with burning wings of flickering flames bobs his head several times just before trotting off.

Shulamit hugs you compassionately, glowing warm shades of pearl.

You have emoted: Gurashi makes a little noise as they are hugged, nearly dropping the notepad and trying again, in vain, to speak.

You think to yourself: ** i want **.

You think to yourself: -- uncertainty --.

You think to yourself: ** to protect you **.

You think to yourself: ** and You **.

You sniffle softly.

Shulamit whispers soothing sounds to you as she hugs you, trying to be comforting.

Aschwar gently presses their nose to your forehead, saying, "It is okay. We love you. You are Beloved."

You think to yourself: ** buzzing, static, gray and dabs of pink - every other sense numb and stiff and scared - like a meld always tell Tiso - is O-K is O-K **.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Always! For as long as you want to be. Which is hopefully a long time!"

You have emoted: Gurashi lets out another little noise as tears manage to eek out of the corners of their eyes.

You think to yourself: ** i love you and want to protect you **.

You sniffle softly.

You have emoted: Gurashi turns their gaze away from Aschwar to look towards Mysrai, eyes wide, brow furrowed.

Simply, Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory says, "If it is your Will. Not until, and not unless."

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

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory, ".... ** gentle, albeit terrified affirmation **."

Mysrai gestures Aschwar back, and hops down from the master shrine, gently stepping forward and placing Her hand upon the side of your neck. A gentle light emanates, and She asks, once more, "Is this your Will?"

You have emoted: Gurashi clutches their notepad for dear life, staring down at the Urchin with widening eyes. Tears still streaming down their face, they pause, then look up and over at Aschwar, nodding tentatively.

Tonatiuh watches on with keen interest, pale citrine eyes reflecting the gentle glow.

Shulamit hums softly, glowing shades of pinks and purples and golds and greens.

One last, final time, Mysrai asks quietly, "Is this your Will?" Her hand is now over your sternum, and Her face is solemn; adult and alien and oh so out of place on Her tiny body.

Shulamit takes a deep breath as the crystal surface of her face softens and shifts in colour, a muted glow appearing within.

You have emoted: Gurashi lets out a short, silent cry, shutting their eyes and nodding to mouth the word 'yes'.

Shulamit whispers soothing words to you.

Mysrai stands on Her tiptoes, hovering upwards until She places Her lips gently to your forehead.

Mysrai baptises you into the Veiled of the Divine Order of Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory.

Tears flow freely from your eyes as Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory appoints you to of the First Paradigm.

(Veiled): Mysrai says, "Welcome, Gurashi."

You have emoted: Gurashi braces themselves, as if expecting to experience some dreadful pain. But. No. They peek their eye open, furrowing their brow.

Shulamit appears to puff up slightly as her entire body glows a cheerful shade of citrine yellow.

(Veiled): Shulamit says, "Welcome! Welcome!"

Tonatiuh's pale eyes open a fraction wider and he smiles at you with a broad, loboshigaru grin.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks ... dazed, and quite confused.

Suddenly, an enormous swell of energy blooms within your chest, nearly knocking you off of your feet as it takes your breath away.

(Veiled): Tonatiuh says, "Welcome, Beloved Gurashi."

You flail about helplessly.

(Veiled): Syphlisia says, "Yus, welcome!"

You have emoted: Gurashi's eyes widen as they stagger in their spot, dropping the notepad, hand flying to their chest.

You drop a ravenwood-covered notepad of violet hues.

The sound of giggling and rapid footfalls can be heard as a ravenwood-covered notepad of violet hues vanishes, carried away with only a set of barefooted footprints to mark that it ever existed. <-- OOPS

It is the hivemind, but so much less, and so much more. It is a link, the one that you felt so long ago; wakened to its full potential and thrumming with the distant thoughts and feelings of other Beloved. You even feel small tethers linking you towards the Urchin - the Shofet. Others linking towards the Beloved and two brilliant, golden tethers stretching out to Her extending from Shulamit and Aschwar.

Tonatiuh glances down at the footprints and murmurs softly to himself, his expression difficult to read.

Mysrai reaches into the ether and pulls out a ravenwood-covered notepad of violet hues.

Shulamit giggles happily, glowing bouncing bubbly shades of pink and yellow.

Mysrai ponders a ravenwood-covered notepad of violet hues thoughtfully, looking it up and down.

You think to yourself: ** washes of foreign, familiar - ah, no, this is ... **.

Looking down at the notepad in Her hands, Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory says, "I think you will need this."

Mysrai gives a ravenwood-covered notepad of violet hues to you.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks at the notepad, reaching out to take it with a tense, apologetic look upon their face.

Mysrai smiles softly.

You think to yourself: ** ... instantly, a recollection - oranges, friendly - can finally protect Aschwar - can finally help Miss ... **.

Sweetly, Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory says, "I must away, for other matters call Me. But see that you take time, and rest easy. You will not find yourself assaulted by My Beloved yet."

You have emoted: Gurashi stares at Mysrai, reaching up at long last to wipe tears from their face. They hiccup and wipe again, looking down in a daze.

You blink.

You sway back and forth.

You have emoted: Gurashi nods, still dazed.

Aschwar runs up to you and envelops you in a massive bearhug.

A low, contented growl arises within Tonatiuh's chest as he sniffs at you.

You have emoted: Gurashi lets out a little noise as they are suddenly embraced, weakly managing to reach up and return the hug, squeezing their eyes shut.

You hug Aschwar compassionately.

You think to yourself: ** oh...! **.

You see the following people here:
Tonatiuh, Mysrai, Shulamit, Gurashi.

You have emoted: Gurashi hiccups again, still crying, but now out of joy over anything else. They sink back to their feet and clumsily wipe at their eyes, grinning.

Mysrai's eyes go black, swimming with oily shadows. Cold pinpricks of light sparkle within Her eyes as She stares forwards, unseeing.

Shulamit hugs you compassionately, glowing warm shades of pearl.

Mysrai giggles happily.

Mysrai leaps into the air before dissipating into brilliant ivory light, giggling as She zips about the area before zooming off into the distance.

You hug Shulamit compassionately.

Soothsayer Tonatiuh al-Saaoud smiles and says to you, "Times change and we with time. Take bold steps forward, dear Beloved."

You have emoted: Gurashi returns Shulamit's embrace, dazed.

You stare at Tonatiuh, eyes wide.

You nod your head emphatically.

You blush furiously.

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

Shulamit wraps a comforting arm around you, bathing you in soothing ivory light.

Shulamit stretches languidly.

You have emoted: Gurashi suddenly writes: 'how to talk to peoples ... in Beloveds??'

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Oh!"

You blush furiously.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Here, let me show you."

Shulamit leans over to you, pulling them close as she murmurs about aetherwaves.

Shulamit tells you, "((oto."

Shulamit tells you, "((oto is outer order, ot is middle, oti for inner, eventually! So oto Hi! Will be on the outer."

(Veiled): You say, "** sheepish, grateful buzzing **."

You hands fly to your mouth as you give a short gasp of elation.

You blush furiously.

You think to yourself: ** it WORKED **.

Shulamit giggles happily, glowing bouncing bubbly shades of pink and yellow.

Shulamit nods her head sagely at you.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Quick learner!"

Tonatiuh's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.

You blush furiously.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Apparently Silvanos has purchased Gaudiguch's entire stock of cloth, so I think I must go restock us."

You have emoted: Gurashi lets out a silent, nervous laugh, running a hand through their head. They glance up, then gasp, sighing.

Glowing inquisitive shades of yellow, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to you, "Unless you need me to stay."

You have emoted: Gurashi writes: 'same in Glomdoring - no leather or grain either'.

You have emoted: Gurashi shakes their head quickly, looking down suddenly.

You give a horrified gasp.

Shulamit gives a group of 200 sacks of grain to you.

You have emoted: Gurashi writes: 'what do need to do? for order? to help shofets?'

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Some grain for the baker!"

You boggle at Shulamit.

You hands fly to your mouth as you give a short gasp of elation.

You hug a group of 200 sacks of grain compassionately.

You hug Shulamit compassionately.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to you, "For now, to be you!"

Shulamit nods her head sagely.

You blush furiously.

You glance askance.

You have emoted: Gurashi points to themselves uncertainly.

You see the following people here:
Tonatiuh, Shulamit, Gurashi.

You glance askance at Tonatiuh.

Soothsayer Tonatiuh al-Saaoud says, "Hm?"

Shulamit looks down at her notes, suddenly lost in thought.

You have emoted: Gurashi writes: 'many apologies my' they rewrite something, 'brain is broken now'.
You have recovered balance on all limbs.

You have emoted: Gurashi laughs in silence, looking about, still in disbelief.

You have emoted: Gurashi writes: 'promise will be very best Beloved that can be - promise'. They blush.

Shulamit pats you in a friendly manner.

Shulamit appears to puff up slightly as her entire body glows a cheerful shade of citrine yellow.

Soothsayer Tonatiuh al-Saaoud smiles and says, "No doubt, no doubt."

You have emoted: Gurashi smiles weakly.

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

You give a nest-shaped meringue carrying a chocolate egg to Soothsayer Tonatiuh al-Saaoud.
You give a nest-shaped meringue carrying a chocolate egg to Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon.

"Heh heh heh" Tonatiuh chuckles.

Tonatiuh puts his nose over a nest-shaped meringue carrying a chocolate egg and inhales.

You think to yourself: ** a default - safety in gifts **.

Tonatiuh tentatively sticks out his tongue and licks a nest-shaped meringue carrying a chocolate egg.

"Oooooooooh!" Shulamit says, eyes wide with wonder.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to you, "An extremely fancy meringue!"

Shulamit quickly devours a nest-shaped meringue carrying a chocolate egg.

Shulamit acknowledges the point with a grave nod of her head.

You gaze softens as you smile.

You nod your head emphatically.

Bizirik, the leothin snorts and snuffles up at Gurashi, tail slapping the ground.

Tonatiuh gives minty citrus incense beads to you.

You pet Bizirik, the leothin ingratiatingly.

You hands fly to your mouth as you give a short gasp of elation.

You think to yourself: ** bread ! **.

You blink.

Shulamit blinks.

You think to yourself: ** surprise - someone got shocked? **.

You have emoted: Gurashi writes: 'zap?' They draw a lightning bolt in the air.

Acknowledging your point to be true, Shulamit nods her head gravely at you.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Wonder who. Lord Crumkane? I never saw Him zap before, so never knew."

You shake your head.

You shrug helplessly.

Soothsayer Tonatiuh al-Saaoud says, "The Lord Forbidden."

You have emoted: Gurashi sways where they stand, again looking about the fulcrux in a daze.

You take Prayer Beads of the Gods from a fesix backpack.

You blink.

You reach out and touch Prayer Beads of the Gods.
Prayer Beads of the Gods changes under your blessed touch, imbued with the holy power of Mysrai.

Your eyes bug out as you boggle in amazement.

You think to yourself: ** oh...! **.

The corners of Tonatiuh's mouth turn up as he grins mischeviously.

You have emoted: Gurashi turns bright red as the beads change, and they quickly tuck the bracelet alongside their Glomdoring friendship one.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "That makes sense. All blue and scary."

Shulamit nods her head sagely.

You nod your head at Shulamit.

You gaze softens as you smile.

Shulamit nods her head sagely.

You have emoted: Gurashi puffs their cheeks, writing: 'where is best place to offer? besides here and Gaudiguchs?'

You blink.

You stare at Shulamit, eyes wide.

Tonatiuh utters a deep, rumbling laugh.

Soothsayer Tonatiuh al-Saaoud says, "Like ants, sugar is expensive."

You nod your head sagely at Tonatiuh.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "There is a shrine in Lirangsha, I know of."

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Let me sense."

Soothsayer Tonatiuh al-Saaoud says to you, "There's shrine's around.. just have to find them."
Midnight shadows coalesce around a new day, and Mother Night embraces the land in utter darkness.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "I can sense them, Beloved Gurashi, but."

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "I must uhm, do that later."

Shulamit acknowledges the point with a grave nod of her head.

You nod your head emphatically.

You pat Shulamit in a friendly manner.

You gaze softens as you smile.

You hug Shulamit compassionately.

Shulamit hugs you compassionately, glowing warm shades of pearl.

You have emoted: Gurashi exhales contently.

You think to yourself: ... ** Beloved Gurashi ** ...

You have emoted: Gurashi writes: 'many thank yous for everything - have to go home for now - can do any things for?'

You gaze softens as you smile at Tonatiuh.

You gaze softens as you smile at Shulamit.

Soothsayer Tonatiuh al-Saaoud smiles and says to you, "Don't be a stranger."

You have emoted: Gurashi suddenly writes: 'is way to ask... peoples not to... announce am in Beloved, yet? somehow?'

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

You have emoted: Gurashi writes: 'ig Glomdoring knows am cooked buggo.'

You cough softly.

You have emoted: Gurashi crosses out the g to put in the appropriate 'f'.

Shulamit ponders the situation.

Soothsayer Tonatiuh al-Saaoud says to you, "Talking might be hard but there's nothing stopping you from writing to the order's news."

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "I could write news to the Beloved? You can as well!"

Shulamit nods her head emphatically.

You blush furiously.

Soothsayer Tonatiuh al-Saaoud says, "That's probably the only way to reach everyone."

You have emoted: Gurashi writes: 'can write something... is O-K? do not want to impose am just new and not trying to step on toes or instill new rules or make peoples feel like have to be dishonest' they add fretfully.

Soothsayer Tonatiuh al-Saaoud says to you, "Besides, cooked bugs are good when filled with chocolate."

Shulamit blinks.

Tonatiuh grins mischievously at you.

You stare blankly at Tonatiuh.

You nod your head slowly in understanding.

Soothsayer Tonatiuh al-Saaoud says to you, "Write away, the Shof-.. the Urchin likes it."

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Just make sure you're in the right news boards!"

Shulamit nods her head sagely.

Soothsayer Tonatiuh al-Saaoud says, "Going to assume that hasn't changed."

Tonatiuh ponders the situation.

Tonatiuh nods his head at Shulamit, showing his acceptance.

You nod your head emphatically.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Ah...one moment."

Lips quirking in sardonic amusement, Shulamit seizes a strand of rainbow-hued domotheos energy and wraps it about herself.

You nod your head emphatically.

You shuffle your feet uneasily.

Shulamit explodes into the cloud of rainbow-hued butterflies she truly is.

Tonatiuh swats away at a butterfly that flitters too close to his eartips.

Soothsayer Tonatiuh al-Saaoud says, "And then there were two."

You have emoted: Gurashi lets out a silent, delighted laugh, stepping away as the butterflies explode where once was a Shulamit. They smile and nod, bowing their head sheepishly.

You have emoted: Gurashi writes: 'sorry do not talk to often - do not really know super well. is Tonatiuh? are Esei's friend?' They puff their cheeks apologetically.

Shimmering lines appear around the master shrine of Mysrai.

Soothsayer Tonatiuh al-Saaoud says to you, "Everything will come together, everything will work out."

Comprehension flashes across Tonatiuh's face.

Soothsayer Tonatiuh al-Saaoud murmurs, "Esei."

Soothsayer Tonatiuh al-Saaoud says, "It's.. complicated. They don't talk to me anymore. They did once."

Tonatiuh shrugs helplessly.

You have emoted: Gurashi nods.

Shimmering lines appear around the master shrine of Mysrai.

Shulamit suddenly appears in a flash of scintillating light.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "It turns out my brain is truly tired! Let's seeeeeeeeee."

You have emoted: Gurashi writes: 'lots of big things for them in head so need lots of patience and goodness!' They smile softly. 'Still speak nicely of you last time that talked about.' They pause. 'like year(s) ago.'

Shulamit opens her mouth as if to say something, but pauses.

You hands fly to your mouth as you give a short gasp of elation.

You face lights up as you smile brightly at Shulamit.

Shulamit looks at the master shrine, deeply confused.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "And...back...again..."

Lips quirking in sardonic amusement, Shulamit seizes a strand of rainbow-hued domotheos energy and wraps it about herself.

Soothsayer Tonatiuh al-Saaoud says to you, "That's nice to know.. it has been years."

Tonatiuh rests his chin on the tip of an indigo oracle staff bearing hieroglyphic suns in thoughtful contemplation.

Shulamit explodes into the cloud of rainbow-hued butterflies she truly is.

Ears flattening against his skull, Soothsayer Tonatiuh al-Saaoud says, "We're going to drown in butterflies at this rate.."

You nod your head emphatically.

You gaze softens as you smile at Tonatiuh.

You have emoted: Gurashi giggles again, silently, as Shulamit is again cast off in a wash of colorful butterflies. They write: 'could write them letter if still wanna be friends - they need more friends. Do not know complications. just think friends are important'. They nod.

You tilt your head, gaze softening as you frown.

Soothsayer Tonatiuh al-Saaoud says, "Alliances changed, maybe they simply didn't wish to speak to us again."

Tonatiuh shrugs lightly, opalescent sparks cascading through his fur with the faint motion.

You have emoted: Gurashi writes: 'alliance change matters very muchly to them'. They frown, stepping up beside Tonatiuh so that they may read as the human writes. 'they shrugged off all gaudiguchs friends - is sad.'

You have emoted: Gurashi writes: 'is hard in Glomdoring. is why took so long to,' They abruptly stop writing, looking towards the master shrine of Mysrai.

Shimmering lines appear around the master shrine of Mysrai.

You hands fly to your mouth as you give a short gasp of elation.

Shulamit suddenly appears in a flash of scintillating light.

You give a decadent Delportian silk pie to Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon.

Shulamit quickly zooms in, handing a copy of a list of shrines to you, looking very confused.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "There, shrines! No idea what is with other thingies, but shrines! Yes! I must rest now."

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to you, "You should write to the order, yes. Or Tonatiuh if you can't."

Tonatiuh glances at the notes and nods, a sad smile briefly showing.

Shulamit nods her head sagely.

Soothsayer Tonatiuh al-Saaoud says to Shulamit, "He's the same rank, same privelages."

You nod your head emphatically.

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Yes yes, but if Gurashi is overwhelmed!"

Shulamit acknowledges the point with a grave nod of her head.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "It's been a long day."

Shulamit wraps a comforting arm around you, bathing you in soothing ivory light.

Shulamit hugs Tonatiuh compassionately, warm shades of pearl bouncing around the room.

You have emoted: Gurashi writes: 'will...write!' They blush. 'Can write and maybe have proofread but will not take too much time', they sway.

Shulamit eats a decadent Delportian silk pie with obvious gusto.

Shulamit eats a hammered gold platter filled with wobbly cubes of sunpride tea jelly with obvious gusto.

"Ok!" Shulamit exclaims.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Must rest. Maybe not here? You know, here is cozy."

Shulamit acknowledges the point with a grave nod of her head.

Shulamit grows still and her lips begin to move silently.

Tonatiuh waves goodbye at Shulamit.

Shulamit is enveloped in translucent fire for a moment and is gone, her soul safe until she returns to Lusternia.

You gaze softens as you smile.

You cough softly.

Tonatiuh rests his chin on the tip of an indigo oracle staff bearing hieroglyphic suns in thoughtful contemplation.

You have emoted: Gurashi writes: 'anyway am friends with Esei and they are often down on selves so maybe do or don't want to be friends', They pause to brush their hair from their face, 'but took alliance thing pretty seriously. but still maybe.' They shrug, smiling encouragingly.

You have emoted: Gurashi writes: 'also we should be better friends now! will have more reasons to visit!' They bounce in their spot.

Tonatiuh's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.

Soothsayer Tonatiuh al-Saaoud says, "Another letter wouldn't hurt, but we will see. Just like Aschwar was asked, it wouldn't do to press attention on someone who doesn't want it."

You nod your head emphatically.

Tonatiuh rubs some extra golden powder into his face with vigour, blinking several times.

You clap your hands together merrily.

You gaze softens as you smile at Tonatiuh.

L TONA
He is a ferocious loboshigaru illuminated demigod changeling and boasts a lean frame that is all but concealed beneath a luxuriously shaggy coat of indigo fur. Opalescent sparks gleam along each long strand with a flame-kissed iridescence, creating a mesmerising shimmer as he moves. Golden powder is rubbed into his face and long, narrow muzzle, a thick dusting that glows with metallic brilliance, matched in colour by long yet dexterous golden claws that tip his large paws. His pale eyes shift between honey-hued citrine and vibrant yellow sapphire, observing the world with avid curiosity. A long shaggy tail swishes back and forth behind him, heralding his moods. A chaos butterfly is resting on his shoulder. Tattooed on his hands is an illustration of obscure indigo imagery upon the palms. A brilliant ivory light suffuses the air about him, pulsing occasionally with a sense of childlike joy as he carries the truefavour of Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory.
He is wearing:
flame-kissed beads of tarnished cognac gold wrapped loosely several times around his neck
a resin-streaked mark of the Paragon of Paradigms below his left eye
a sacrifical kris pendant pulsing subtly with esoteric power
a tasselled kilt of golden desert silk ringing with the sound of tiny jangling bells at every step
a kantharos pendant of dreams adorning his turban
a top-knotted saffron turban trimmed with ivory tassels and a handful of indigo-rubbed charms.

You tilt your head curiously at Tonatiuh.

You have emoted: Gurashi writes: 'understood! no pressures no!'

You have emoted: Gurashi looks down, then puffs their cheeks and sheepishly writes: 'should work on addressing Beloveds... am not so good at addressings...'

You blanch suddenly.

You sway back and forth.

You think to yourself: ** oh gosh **.

You have emoted: Gurashi paces a little, as if realizing what it is they've done.

Tonatiuh takes your hand in his paw, "We'll become good friends, all Beloved are."

You beam broadly at Tonatiuh.

You have emoted: Gurashi squeezes Tonatiuh's paw firmly, perking up and nodding, looking lighter than they had when they'd first arrived at the fulcrux.

You bounce up and down.

Tonatiuh gives your hand a squeeze, a soft chant accompanying, "A single drop that heralds rain, a single spark that starts a flame.."

You have emoted: Gurashi stops bouncing, canting their head, carefully taking the beads from earlier and stringing them about his wrist.

You slip into minty citrus incense beads.

You create a pose for the object. It will now appear as the following when worn:
minty citrus incense beads pulled taut against their wrist

Tonatiuh's pale eyes look directly at you and he continues the soft, rumbling chant, "let the search for self begin, a flame-kissed fate, caught deep within.."

A low, contented growl arises within Tonatiuh's chest as he sniffs at you.

Tonatiuh releases your hand, leaving behind a smudge of golden dust.

You have emoted: Gurashi blinks slowly, looking from the loboshigaru's face to their hand.

You nod your head slowly in understanding.

You have emoted: Gurashi blushes as they look back up, nodding once in understanding.

You sense the sweeping gaze of Esei looking upon you.

Reinforcing his words with a nod, Soothsayer Tonatiuh al-Saaoud says, "Going to be alright."

You let loose a long breath from your lungs, exhaling slowly.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks down, slowly writing: 'hope so'. They offer a tired smile.

Tonatiuh stretches subtly from side to side as his deep indigo fur radiates warmth and flame-kissed iridescence.

You have emoted: Gurashi sighs again, looking towards the Fulcrux's veil. They write: 'am gonna go home and write a post for the Beloveds - many thank yous', They smile broadly.

You ponder the situation.

You have emoted: Gurashi opens their arms, canting their head.

You think to yourself: ** are huggers? **.

Tonatiuh's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.

Tonatiuh envelops you in a warm hug, a scatter of static sparks blossoming through the contact. "Wecome again," he murmurs.

You have emoted: Gurashi lets out a little noise of delight as they are enfolded in static and hugs, returning the embrace whole-heartedly. They squeeze hard, then release, flashing a toothy smile.

Tonatiuh gives a huge rum-soaked cup cake drizzled with a green glaze to you.

You hands fly to your mouth as you give a short gasp of elation.

You give a lucidian-inspired lemon tart to Soothsayer Tonatiuh al-Saaoud.

You nod your head emphatically.

You nod your head sagely.

The corners of Tonatiuh's mouth turn up as he grins mischeviously.

With a wave of his paw, Soothsayer Tonatiuh al-Saaoud says to you, "Till next time!"

You bounce up and down.

You nod your head emphatically.

With a whisper of energies and a glimpse of changing paradigms, the veil parts, allowing you passage beyond.

You let loose a long breath from your lungs, exhaling slowly.

You have emoted: Gurashi suddenly screams silently, flailing.

You bounce up and down.
You bounce up and down.
You bounce up and down.

You flail about helplessly.

You think to yourself: ** oh NO **.