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- Daraius tells you, "Good afternoon, comrade. Do you have a moment?"
- You tell Lord Daraius Shevat, Minister of Cultural Affairs, "Ah, aye, of course I do."
- You think to yourself: So many things to do. I will always have time for Miso's family.
- Daraius tells you, "You received my note, I trust?"
- You tell Lord Daraius Shevat, Minister of Cultural Affairs, "Just a few days ago, yes. Is there
- somewhere in particular you would like us to meet?"
- Daraius tells you, "My teahouse is a preferred venue of mine. I can escort you if you do not know
- the way."
- You tell Lord Daraius Shevat, Minister of Cultural Affairs, "I do not, I must admit. I'll head to
- the aetherplex."
- You teleport along the aether strands to the Aetherplex Chamber.
- A whirling cone of snow rises up from the ground, out of which steps Daraius.
- His gently swaying tail slinging ropes of paint behind him, a colorful Hallifaxian painted dog pads
- in from the ether.
- Daraius dips his bewhiskered canid muzzle politely to you.
- Mulengi dips into a low bow before Daraius.
- Dripping water echoes in the distance.
- You begin to follow Daraius.
- Lord Daraius Shevat, Minister of Cultural Affairs smiles and says, "Thank you for your prompt
- attendance."
- You follow Lord Daraius Shevat, Minister of Cultural Affairs south to Golden Serenity Teahouse.
- Golden Serenity Teahouse.
- Banks of clouds roil about here. A simple three-tiered chandelier hangs here, featuring a multitude
- of delicate origami hanging from silken threads. There are 4 low, cushioned chairs of beryl-hued
- cedar here. An unassuming cedar tea table rests here, a humble exemplar of balance and utility. A
- painting of Tosha the Meditative serving tea beneath a cherry tree is proudly exhibited on a nearby
- wall, with an inscription on a plaque on its frame. Paint pools in kaleidoscopic arrays at the feet
- of the riotously colored dog standing here. Lord Daraius Shevat, Minister of Cultural Affairs
- lingers here, his figure traced in a soothing aura of effortless serenity. You see a sign here
- instructing you that WARES is the command to see what is for sale.
- You see exits leading north and down (closed door).
- A flurry of effervescent golden motes draws your gaze to the effulgent figure of Lord Daraius
- Shevat, who radiates warmth and peace in his stately bearing and posture of practiced poise. From
- the perfectly manicured claws of his bare digitigrade feet to the tops of his floppy-tipped
- triangular ears, he easily stands at four meters, his unblinking burnished gold eyes observing the
- world below with placid benevolence from behind the lenses of a thin pair of spectacles. A pelt of
- immaculately groomed berylline fur covers his athletic frame, lightening to creamy shades of white
- in a broad swath from chin to chest, and along his inner arms. Silky and lustrous as though never
- marred by even the suggestion of dirt or debris, his coat flutters gently as if buffeted by a
- constant, sourceless sigh of a breeze. Pinpoints of soothing light seem to gather as dew at the ends
- of each strand, golden glowing droplets shed with the man's every controlled, graceful movement.
- Before dispersing like wayward fireflies, the dense cloud of dazzling motes left in his wake is
- stirred by the tranquil wagging of his white-tipped tail, which sways incessantly to an impossibly
- slow and regular rhythm. Meanwhile, wisps of ka-infused color dance sporadically about his body,
- wending smokelike throughout his fur, the misty colors crystallizing periodically into transient
- images seemingly tattooed on air. Interlocking chains of monochrome lotus blossoms encircle his
- wrists; a spray of starlit silver feathers soars along his arms; the wingtips of a beryl aerial
- reach up his neck to caress his jaw. He is a ferocious loboshigaru berylline vernal demigod, indeed,
- though despite his enormous stature, his presence is conspicuously rarefied and indistinct, and each
- gesture, glance, and movement seems a lesson in and testament to benign serenity. Tattooed on his
- feet is an illustration of sprigs of sunny freesias. Threadlike skeins of mist envelop his form,
- flowing out from his body as a vaporous cloak.
- He is wearing:
- a twining wolves wedding band upon the ring finger of his right paw,
- an engraved ring of gold and beryl worn similarly on his left,
- a pair of thin spectacles perched upon the bridge of his muzzle,
- a kata suit of vivid saffron free from any trace of dust, debris, or errant fur, and
- a humble Toshan pocket watch hanging by a hempen braid at his hip.
- Daraius pads over to seating area and lowers himself into a low, cushioned chair of beryl-hued
- cedar, dwarfing the low tea table before him but somehow looking not at all out of place.
- Daraius sits himself down on a low, cushioned chair of beryl-hued cedar and makes himself
- comfortable.
- Mulengi looks around as they enter the teahouse. "Ah, I have been here before. Miso
- has brought me," they say. Observing Daraius taking a seat, they decide to do likewise.
- Daraius nods his head at you.
- You sit yourself down on a low, cushioned chair of beryl-hued cedar and make yourself comfortable.
- Lord Daraius Shevat, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "So I've noticed."
- Daraius gives an immaculate porcelain tea cup to you.
- Formed from a perfect half-sphere of pristine white porcelain, this
- sturdy tea cup bears a boldly minimalist profile, with no hint of
- embellishment marring its exterior. Lacking a handle, the cup is clearly
- meant to be held gently in open palms, its sides thick enough to
- insulate the drink within and prevent scalding of the hands. A subtly
- flattened base lends stability to the vessel, which rests on a small
- square mat of tightly woven straw fibres.
- It has 9 months of usefulness left.
- It weighs 6 ounce(s).
- It has been stamped with the seal of Beryl Aerial Papercrafts.
- Golden aubade white tea sloshes about in it.
- It has the following aliases: cup, glass.
- Lord Daraius Shevat, Minister of Cultural Affairs says to you, "My dear pup, of course, is relevant
- to our discussion."
- Mulengi ponders the tea in an immaculate porcelain tea cup. They gingerly take hold
- of the cup, but do not take a sip of it. Instead, they hold it with both hands.
- Looking up at Daraius, Mulengi gives a nod. "I expected as much," they say. "You
- don't seem the sort to settle in for a long astrology reading over tea."
- You think to yourself: That was a joke. Laugh please. It was a bad joke, but a joke.
- "Mm," Daraius hums noncommittally, though the sound is more a growl than anything. "I have had my
- nativity chart analyzed once before. Perhaps another time."
- You think to yourself: Joke status: failure.
- Solemn, staid voices can be heard from somewhere outdoors, rising and falling in emotionless,
- precise monotone.
- Mulengi gives a small, nervous smile. "Perhaps another time," they say, repeating
- Daraius's words.
- You think to yourself: If I live through this. I wonder if others from Magnagora get quite so
- nervous. Is it youth? Or my upbringing?
- Lord Daraius Shevat, Minister of Cultural Affairs says to you, "Miso noted that you had some concern
- I might not approve of your friendship."
- Mulengi's cheeks go a reddish-violet, the colour seeping up into their ear tips
- poking out from their wavy hair.
- You think to yourself: ... Miso! You told your dad! Oi!
- Daraius cants his head quizzically at your reaction, his ears flopping over to one side. "Was he
- mistaken?" he asks mildly.
- Grip tightening around the cup ever so slightly, Mulengi shakes their head. "No, he
- was not mistaken. I just... didn't expect him to mention it to you. You two must be very close,"
- they say. "It is admirable."
- You think to yourself: EMBARRASSING. IT IS EMBARRASSING.
- His voice laced with a gentle growl, Lord Daraius Shevat, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "I
- suppose so."
- "Indeed," Daraius confirms, folding his enormous paws placidly on the table before him. "He was
- rather eager to tell me of your astrological assessment, and for you and me to speak."
- Dipping his muzzle and glancing at you over the rims of his spectacles, Lord Daraius Shevat,
- Minister of Cultural Affairs says to you, "You place a great deal of faith in your art, hm?"
- Realising their grip is getting tight enough on the cup for their lavender skin to turn white by
- their fingers, they release the cup. Reaching up to instead pull their ponytail over their shoulder,
- you say, "I do. I believe it can be changed as well. But I place a great deal of faith in my
- assessments."
- He is 113 years old, having been born on the 16th of Estar, 440 years after the Coming of Estarra.
- On that date:
- Sun was in the sign of Bumblebee.
- Moon was in the sign of Lion.
- Eroee was in the sign of Spider.
- Sidiak was in the sign of Bumblebee.
- Tarox was in the sign of Twin Crystals.
- Papaxi was in the sign of Skull.
- Aapek was in the sign of Crocodile.
- They are 19 years old, having been born on the 24th of Tzarin, 533 years after the Coming of
- Estarra.
- On that date:
- Sun was in the sign of Crocodile.
- Moon was in the sign of Crocodile.
- Eroee was in the sign of Spider.
- Sidiak was in the sign of Bumblebee.
- Tarox was in the sign of Twin Crystals.
- Papaxi was in the sign of Antlers.
- Aapek was in the sign of Crocodile.
- Dull chiming noises echo in the distance at regular intervals, the sound of hammers on crystal.
- Voice dipping into softer tones, you say, "People are creatures of habit - even given the knowledge
- or opportunity, many choose to do, to change, nothing."
- Solemn, staid voices can be heard from somewhere outdoors, rising and falling in emotionless,
- precise monotone.
- Lord Daraius Shevat, Minister of Cultural Affairs asks, "Ah, and you think by providing these
- assessments, you arm people with the opportunity to change what they otherwise might not?"
- Your karma falls to keep up the karmic blessing of harmony.
- A Hallifaxian painted dog sidles up behind Daraius and rubs up affectionately - and messily -
- against the loboshigaru's back before curling up at his side and snoozing silently.
- Dull chiming noises echo in the distance at regular intervals, the sound of hammers on crystal.
- Mulengi gives a slight nod of their head. "The Fates can be challenged. I truly
- believe that. But it is neither easy nor fast to do so. It requires effort," they say, making eye
- contact with Daraius. A look of determination is in their eyes, but they quickly break eye contact.
- "My apologies," they say, easing down into their seat a little while still maintaining their proper
- posture.
- Daraius's eyes dim briefly but he gives no other reaction to the dog, instead training his gaze and
- ears on you.
- You think to yourself: Don't look into the eyes of those who are higher rank - you are still a serf.
- Lord Daraius Shevat, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "Apologies?"
- You think to yourself: Even if he is not of Magnagora, he is still esteemed and have position and
- rank over me.
- Making a loose gesture with their left hand, you say, "The eye contact."
- Daraius's eyes sparkle behind the lenses of his spectacles.
- Mulengi promptly places their left hand onto their lap, the right going to meet it
- there as well.
- You feel your fortune subside.
- It is now the 7th of Vestian, 553 years after the Coming of Estarra.
- Lord Daraius Shevat, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "Perhaps Magnagoran custom is different, but
- we tend not to admonish eye contact between interlocutors."
- Lord Daraius Shevat, Minister of Cultural Affairs says to you, "In any event, may I ask what you
- believe my objection would be to your friendship with Miso?"
- Daraius swivels his ears towards you, listening with rapt attention.
- You think to yourself: Well, that's direct.
- Mulengi blinks in surprise, but brings their gaze in Daraius's general direction
- without having it meet his. "Friendship... friendship," they say, mulling the word over in their
- mind. "It was not friendship exactly, but if that is how Miso views it, then that wouldn't be a
- problem," they say. They sound almost confused, or disappointed, their words trailing off.
- Turning up one paw, Lord Daraius Shevat, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "Speak plainly."
- As if on command, you say, "Your son gifted me jewelry. In my family's tradition - though I have yet
- to find my family after leaving the Portal and cannot remember their names, only their gifts - that
- is an exclamation of love and desire. I explained as much to Miso."
- You say, "He said that was alright, for me to view it that way. I said his family might not
- approve."
- Blush returning to their cheeks as they look away, you say, "Then he ran off."
- You sigh, "And here we are."
- Daraius's ears remain attentively trained on you, his expression inscrutable but his eyes warmly
- lambent.
- You think to yourself: I know I do not act like the others of Magnagora. Am I failing as a
- Magnagoran? Or is this just how my family raised me to be? Is it alright for me to be like this?
- Observing your stance and expression carefully, Lord Daraius Shevat, Minister of Cultural Affairs
- says, "Ah, I see the confusion. I have never made strong distinctions between love and loyalty and
- friendship. Perhaps partnership would have been the better term?"
- A series of chiming notes, distinctly crystalline, ring out in the distance in a slow, descending
- scale.
- Slowly, as if tasting the word, you say, "Partnership..." They give a nod. "That's acceptable.
- Partnership."
- "Mm," Daraius hums again in acknowledgement. "His characterization of the relationship was more akin
- to what you describe, yes. Now to my original question."
- Dull chiming noises echo in the distance at regular intervals, the sound of hammers on crystal.
- Lord Daraius Shevat, Minister of Cultural Affairs asks you, "Why do you believe his family might not
- approve?"
- You think to yourself: Is he checking how stupid I am?
- You say, "I'm... a viscanti."
- You think to yourself: I know people outside of Magnagora hate our kind. I have seen it before and
- after the Portal.
- The sound of quiet, muffled conversation drifts through the air.
- Daraius's expression remains unmoved and unmoving.
- Mulengi glances up at Daraius, spots the stoic expression he bears, and then
- redirects their vision to the cup before them which they have not drunk from at all.
- You think to yourself: Talking to the Forbidden Lord is easier than this! O Great and Powerful Lord,
- how is it You are more approachable!?
- Lord Daraius Shevat, Minister of Cultural Affairs asks, "Is that the whole of it?"
- You nod your head affirmatively.
- Daraius's muzzle wrinkles subtly, and only for an instant, the barest flicker of confusion passing
- over his canine features. "Is it a point of shame for you?" he asks earnestly.
- Mulengi tenses at the question, shoulders raising. "Not exactly," they say. "My
- family, my upbringing... even after the Portal... my kind receive a lot of hate from those outside
- of Magnagora. Sometimes to our faces, more often than not behind our backs."
- A series of chiming notes, distinctly crystalline, ring out in the distance in a slow, descending
- scale.
- Lord Daraius Shevat, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "Ah, understood. You may put your mind at
- ease in that respect, at least. I harbor no animus towards viscanti."
- The sound of buffeting wings is briefly audible.
- Mulengi heaves a large sigh, the tension leaving their form all at once.
- You think to yourself: Thank the Gods for that at least.
- Daraius turns up both paws in a benign kind of shrug, whorls of silver ka energy coursing over his
- padded palms. "The source of my objection," continues placidly, "returns to your own faith in your
- astrological arts."
- Light glinting off his crystalline form, a custodian of order enters from the north.
- Mulengi looks up at Daraius, nearly at his face. "That I believe that the locations
- of the heavenly bodies in the night sky affect our personalities whatsoever, or that their influence
- can be fought?" they ask for confirmation.
- The sound of quiet, muffled conversation drifts through the air.
- "That remains to be seen," Daraius replies. "If I'm not mistaken, your assessment of dear Miso
- suggested that he would be drastically changed by a partner?"
- Mulengi gives a slow nod, and a drawn out, "Aye..."
- Lord Daraius Shevat, Minister of Cultural Affairs asks you, "And of yourself, you believe your signs
- predict that you will bring harm or destruction to your own partner?"
- You say, "Or of any that befriend me, yes." They quickly add, "But I am doing my best to fight that,
- to work on that, for that not to be an issue that will affect those I care for."
- You think to yourself: Oh no. Did my being honest with Miso ruin our chances?
- Off to ensure harmony is kept in the city, a custodian of order leaves to the north.
- Daraius regards you quietly for a moment, his gaze unabashedly direct; thoughtful, but not unkind.
- A series of chiming notes, distinctly crystalline, ring out in the distance in a slow, descending
- scale.
- Lord Daraius Shevat, Minister of Cultural Affairs asks, "How?"
- The sound of buffeting wings is briefly audible.
- You say, "I am trying, in some ways, to be more like Miso - a Bumblebee. Sociable, instead of
- keeping away from others. Polite, not snappy. Not looking to scr-" they pause, recalling their
- company. "-to harm others for my own gain."
- Offering the faintest nod, Lord Daraius Shevat, Minister of Cultural Affairs asks, "Have you brought
- destruction on your friends before? Would you recognize if you're doing it again?"
- Shaking their head, you say, "If it was before the Portal, I do not recall. After the portal... the
- only person to have referred to me back as a friend has been your son."
- A soft, inscrutable growl rumbles faintly in Daraius's chest.
- Quietly, you say, "I did say fighting the Fates is not easy."
- Lord Daraius Shevat, Minister of Cultural Affairs asks, "You are committed to it?"
- Solemn, staid voices can be heard from somewhere outdoors, rising and falling in emotionless,
- precise monotone.
- Determination in their eyes once more as they make eye contact, gray eyes holding their gaze firm,
- you say, "Yes. One hundred thousand percent."
- Daraius searches your expression carefully, as if cataloging every nuance and detail.
- Mulengi's gaze softens, alert and embarrassed, as they look away as they had
- before.
- You think to yourself: Don't be too forward. You don't want to be perceived as dangerous. You are
- dangerous, so you must do your best to not be a danger.
- Unwavering, Lord Daraius Shevat, Minister of Cultural Affairs asks, "And as for Miso, do you
- encourage him to fight his fate to be fundamentally changed by this relationship?"
- The sound of quiet, muffled conversation drifts through the air.
- You say, "I try not to take up too much of his time, and I want him to embrace that part of him, the
- Bumblebee, which he seems to want to do on some level as well. He is very sociable and wants to find
- his place. I want him to keep being sociable and to find his place, too."
- Daraius nods his head at you, showing his acceptance.
- Breaking his gaze from you for the first time and tilting his muzzle slightly upward as he glances
- towards the ceiling, Daraius says with a soft growl, "I have known enough sorrow in my centuries,
- and dear Miso has known enough of his own. I would not like to see him hurt."
- Solemn, staid voices can be heard from somewhere outdoors, rising and falling in emotionless,
- precise monotone.
- Lowering his eyes back to meet yours, Lord Daraius Shevat, Minister of Cultural Affairs says to you,
- "Please be an element of harmony in his life."
- Voice wavering, as if frightened of their own words, you say, "If... if it should look the opposite
- at some point. That I am causing harm to him, bringing him disharmony... please, do chase me away."
- Daraius nods solemnly to you.
- Lord Daraius Shevat, Minister of Cultural Affairs states, "As you wish."
- Looking briefly at your untouched cup, Lord Daraius Shevat, Minister of Cultural Affairs asks, "How
- is the tea?"
- Looking at the tea with alarm, you exclaim, "Ah!"
- You take a drink of white tea from an immaculate porcelain tea cup.
- As you sip the white tea, your thoughts become clearer.
- Minuscule pearls of hand rolled tea leaves float adrift within this hot, aurulent brew. You take a
- sip, delighting in its dewy-sweet brightness. As you do so, the tea pearls are teased into bursting,
- and reveal themselves to be tiny vibrant flowers. The crisp fragrance draws you in - an enchanting
- blend of orchid, rose, heather and lavender.
- Surprised at the taste, you say, "Immaculate. I had been too nervous to drink it."
- You are wielding:
- quill337731 : a clockwork quill in your left hand.
- whip357054 : a golden whip of the pious in your right hand.
- You are holding:
- "cup332175" an immaculate porcelain tea cup
- You are wearing:
- Number of matching objects: 1 (out of 56 total)
- A low, contented growl arises within Daraius's chest.
- The sound of buffeting wings is briefly audible.
- You say, "The cup and the tea do match, indeed. It's delightful."
- Being extra careful as to not damage the porcelain, you give an immaculate porcelain tea cup to Lord
- Daraius Shevat, Minister of Cultural Affairs.
- His tail gently sweeping the floor behind his low chair, Lord Daraius Shevat, Minister of Cultural
- Affairs says, "The recipe was made by a dear friend for my wedding day. I keep it in private reserve
- for important meetings."
- Lord Daraius Shevat, Minister of Cultural Affairs says to you, "I think we have an accord, comrade.
- How are you feeling?"
- The faintest smile tugs at Daraius's lips as he listens attentively to you.
- A series of chiming notes, distinctly crystalline, ring out in the distance in a slow, descending
- scale.
- Placing a hand to their chest, you say to Daraius, "Surprisingly alive, for someone not. I expected
- this conversation to go... far worse than it did. People from outside one's own family can be quite
- intimidating, perhaps without meaning it."
- You think to yourself: Or perhaps with meaning it? Were you trying to be the scary dad? You
- succeeded if so.
- His voice laced with a gentle growl, Lord Daraius Shevat, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "Mm, I
- imagine I've had a similar effect even on my own family members from time to time. I've come to
- accept it."
- Lord Daraius Shevat, Minister of Cultural Affairs says to you, "If you're eager to flee and recover,
- I will not keep you, but I'd like to take the opportunity to speak with you again at your leisure."
- Quickly, you say to Daraius, "Thank you!"
- You get up off a low, cushioned chair of beryl-hued cedar.
- Daraius's eyes sparkle behind the lenses of his spectacles.
- Mulengi bows a few times to Daraius, polite but clearly a nervous wreck. They turn
- to face south.
- You tug upon the aether strands around you, searching for one that connects to the Megalith of Doom.
- With a sound somewhere between a chuckle and a growl, Lord Daraius Shevat, Minister of Cultural
- Affairs says, "May you be well, and your efforts fruitful."
- You say, "You too! Take care!"
- You think to yourself: Miso isn't the only one with Eroee in Spider.
- You teleport along the aether strands to the Megalith of Doom.
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