Today is the 21st of Phaestian, 572 years after the fall of the Seleucarian
Empire. The phase of the moon is that of the Waxing Gibbous.
It is early autumn.

In your world it is Friday, the 22nd of July, in the year 2011.



A glacial wind swiftly flows through the room, twisting about your form and
enveloping you with an icy embrace. As the blast subsides, fragile flakes of
hoar frost fall from your shivering body.

You have emoted: Ashadra shivers slightly, her antennae twitching.

A glacial wind flows swiftly through the room, carrying with it large, glinting
shards of cracked ice that amass into the form of Pasithea.

Pasithea appears out of thin air.

You bow respectfully to Pasithea.

Pasithea, Maven of Frost says, "Greetings, Voice of the Earth."

You say with a slightly clicking accent, "Greetings, my Lady."

Pasithea ponders the situation.

You ask with a slightly clicking accent, "Is there anything You need help with?"

You have emoted: Ashadra tilts her head to listen, antennae waving intently.

Pasithea, Maven of Frost says, "No, there is not. Instead, I believe it is you
who needs help."

"Oh?" you exclaim quizzically.

Pasithea, Maven of Frost says, "Do not allow the actions of certain individuals
within your House to affect you, Voice of the Earth."

Comprehension flashes across your face.

You say with a slightly clicking accent, "Admittedly it has been difficult."

Pasithea, Maven of Frost says, "Though I am aware that mortal affairs can be...
tricky, I have come to a realisation."

Pasithea, Maven of Frost says, "You should only worry about those who have the
undeniable potential to overcome your own greatness."

Pasithea sucks thoughtfully on her teeth.

Pasithea, Maven of Frost says, "I would not worry about those mortals that you
are forced to interact with."

Pasithea, Maven of Frost says, "They amount to nothing, in comparison to your
potential to be even greater than you already are."

You say with a slightly clicking accent, "I worry more about what they have been
doing to the House and those within in, and less for myself. I have already lost
at least one of my leadership already."

You crease your brow in a frown.

Pasithea, Maven of Frost says, "Do not allow them to ruin what you have become,
Ashadra."

Pasithea, Maven of Frost says, "You are far stronger than they suspect."

You smile softly.

You say with a slightly clicking accent, "I will do my best, as I always have."

You nod your head emphatically.

Pasithea, Maven of Frost says, "I am aware."

Pasithea, Maven of Frost says, "As always Voice of the Earth, I shall be
watching."

A harsh crackling fills the air as frost envelops Pasithea, before shattering
into jagged, icy shards that rapidly deliquesce into the atmosphere.