Love and Fear

-squeeze songbird for gurashi saying You are being thought on warmly and fondly, Gurashi. We hope your days are filled with joy and colour.
You squeeze a wooden songbird gently and watch it take flight in search of Gurashi amidst joyous chirping.

Xenthos tells you, "I suppose mitrans vomiting purple ooze is colourful... it's not terribly joyous, but slaughtering them is pleasant enough."

You tell Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist, "Oh, goodness! May your bathing after your hunt has concluded be meditative and nice!"

Xenthos tells you, "Rainshowers and golden soap tends to suffice."

You tell Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist, "You dislike dunking yourself in the river to wash? I find that so invigorating!"

The sun reaches the zenith of the firmament, pausing in his quest to allow the land to bask in his shining golden rays.

The melodious voice of Gurashi resonates in your mind, "**Quiet, nearly inaudible over the aetherways and accompanied by the occasional distracting shriek of mitrans** ...many thank yous."

Xenthos tells you, "The river seems to take rather longer than I would like. It is odd how a good rainshower is more cleansing than scrubbing in a river to excess..."

You tell Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe, "You spend a lot of time with Xenthos, yes? You must help him to see life's simple joys. He seems like a brisk and business-like sort."

The melodious voice of Gurashi resonates in your mind, "...ah - yes, he is like my shadow, almost...!"

The melodious voice of Gurashi resonates in your mind, "...he may seem very... ehm, stoic, but, really, is very emotional persons. Is -really- funny... most of the attention is held by Miss Ilistala, his leopard."

You tell Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe, "Though maybe he's this way because he dislikes..." She trails off, quiet, then says instead with brightness, "Goodness, then you two are close."

The melodious voice of Gurashi resonates in your mind, "She is very good, and -very naughty-."

Llani arrives, following Jolanthe Myeras.
Jolanthe enters from the up, emanating an aura of immense power.

Llani lays her hands upon the Moonhart Mother Tree. The air around her sparkles and fills with a thrumming buzz.

Llani flashes you a joyous smile.

The smell of wildflowers wafts past your nose.

You smile softly.

Jolanthe Myeras asks you, "Oh yes, did you try some ice cream yet?"

Holding a hand to her middle, you say, "Oh, no, I haven't had the chance to yet."

Jolanthe nods solemnly.

Jolanthe Myeras says, "It will be waiting, then, and trying not to look too conspicuous as snow in Avechary."

Busy Bee Llani Myeras, Springtime Portent says, "Pysynne needs to borrow me! love you both."

Llani brings her fingertips together in the shape of a heart.

Jolanthe hugs Llani compassionately.

Jolanthe waves goodbye.

Llani fiddles with a whirring screwdriver, and a modulating whirr fills the air. A blue glow surrounds Llani just before she slowly fades away.
A kephera nature warder says, "Farewell, forest dweller."
Llani has left the area.

You have emoted: Lief lowers her hand and joins it with the other, clasping them both before herself as she considers.

Jolanthe Myeras says, "Hmm, I wonder if the last sparrow is still out and about, or if I missed the last calling."

The melodious voice of Gurashi resonates in your mind, "Well, mean ... Xenthos is my father..."

The melodious voice of Gurashi resonates in your mind, "Mean - he, asked me into his family - still makes head spin ... uhm, what does he dislike?? You were saying a thing."

You tell Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe, "Ah! I suppose. I am very close with my father, but not so very close with my mother."

The melodious voice of Gurashi resonates in your mind, "Ah - have never been given chance to meet Miss Tacita ... am not sure that ever will..."

You tell Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe, "Think nothing on it!" The words come breezily and easily. "Did you have the chance to pass along my messages? It is okay if you'd rather not! I only imagine They might not be very excited to hear from me."

Eol raises a hand and bows deeply as he forms the sign of the White Hart.

Archdruid Eol Ravenfeather dae'Seren smiles and says, "Greetings, friends."

You have emoted: Lief flashes Eol a warm smile.

Jolanthe Myeras says, "Good afternoon, Eol."

Powerful beats drum the air here, reminiscent of the stag's bellow.

The melodious voice of Gurashi resonates in your mind, "**Upon your question, you feel a sinking sensation, a dizzying sort of pull from the base of your neck to the top of your head** Oh... uhm..."

A gust of wind sends the Tree of Autumn's End twisting and turning, causing the gaping maws etched into the faces of the dead to open and close, as if they were trying to speak their last words over and over.

Shadows grow longer in anticipation for the return of their dark mistress as Father Sun's chase brings him closer to the world's edge.

You have emoted: Lief presses a hand to her head, her hovering flight unsettled for the briefest of moments. She shakes herself, then returns her focus upon something distant, gray eyes glazed over.

You tell Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe, "Oh, Gurashi, no! It *is* okay if you'd rather not. Your hesitation is probably the same as mine."

You think to yourself: Bold, perhaps, but not *so* bold...

The melodious voice of Gurashi resonates in your mind, "**A jolt of anxiety, followed by panicked chittering** No no no no no do not talk to Them is O-K will pass on your message."

You tell Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe, "You are sure?" Concern bleeds into the link between you and the faeling. "You know Them Both far better than me, and if you are uneasy, I would never - *never* - want to give you cause for fear."

The melodious voice of Gurashi resonates in your mind, "**The buzzing intensifies** no is O-K."

The melodious voice of Gurashi resonates in your mind, "**There is a lingering discomfort as the buzzing continues, slowly fading into a pleasant thrum** Am sorry did not do yet ... has been sort of chaotic, since Festival ended..."

You tell Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe, "I understand completely - it's been - a lot really has happened."

The melodious voice of Gurashi resonates in your mind, "Ah **Another pause** ...things happened for you, too...?"

Gentle as birdsong, a quiet melody rises above the trees, sung by a voice soft as liquid gold. The very wind holds its breath to listen.

You have emoted: Lief presses her hand to her kimono robe's sash, her gaze distant.

You tell Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe, "I, ah..." She trails off herself, a pregnant pause weighing against the aethers. "I mean...it is as I wrote! That your God had visited the Serenwilde and all."

The melodious voice of Gurashi resonates in your mind, "Oh - right... Mister Lord Silence was in Serenwildes..."

You tell Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe, "He was." A faint strain upon the aethers: she quickly smooths her thoughts. "We are safe and well here, though."

The melodious voice of Gurashi resonates in your mind, "... ah - that is good!"

The melodious voice of Gurashi resonates in your mind, "...are ever scared of Lady of Serenity?"

You tell Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe, "Scared? Oh goodness, never." The words come with honest, earnest sincerity. "I know She is immensely powerful, so much more powerful than I could ever imagine. I know because I felt that power. But I also know She would never, ever hurt me, not on purpose."

You tell Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe, "I love Her, and I trust Her."

The melodious voice of Gurashi resonates in your mind, "**A thoughtful silence greets you, so long you might think he's lost focus. Until finally, a gentle chirr** Am understanding."

You tell Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe, "...do you feel the same way about your Gods?"

The melodious voice of Gurashi resonates in your mind, "**Another jolt of anixety** O-Of course! And They are good to and make sure am best Wyrdenkin that can be."

You tell Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe, "...I see." Her words are quiet and sad. "You said you would never lie to me, not on purpose..."

The melodious voice of Gurashi resonates in your mind, "**The voice wavering** are making... best Wyrdenkin that can be."

You tell Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe, "But...fear and love...these are very different things."

The melodious voice of Gurashi resonates in your mind, "**You feel a gentle lull, like a ship listing to the side** Maybe."

The melodious voice of Gurashi resonates in your mind, "...think ... if I were a flower, would be a clover."

You tell Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe, "A clover? Truly? How lovely - but why?"

The melodious voice of Gurashi resonates in your mind, "They are small, and they are unassuming. But they are found far and wide ...and, they bring good things to those around..."

You tell Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe, "They're such cheerful flowers. So carefree, so comfortable with who they are."

You tell Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe, "Clovers *are* auspicious. It brings me joy to hear you think on yourself with such kindness - not everyone is willing to."

The melodious voice of Gurashi resonates in your mind, "**A pang of -something- rings like a bell across the aethers** ....w-what is auspicious?"

You tell Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe, "Lucky! Good luck! It is that happy feeling you feel when something happens to you that you weren't expecting! Is...everything okay, though?"

The melodious voice of Gurashi resonates in your mind, "**voice flat with embarrassment** Ahhhhhdroppedapan."

You tell Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe, "...oh!"

The melodious voice of Gurashi resonates in your mind, "...is funny - said the same thing. That, sometimes - just sometimes - clovers are lucky..."

You tell Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe, "Do you feel lucky, or do you think you bring luck to others?"

Hauntingly beautiful notes drift upon the winds and dance among the leaves, rising from a voice amid the Woodbine Lyceum.

The melodious voice of Gurashi resonates in your mind, "Am very lucky."

You think to yourself: ...I suppose luck takes both good and bad shapes.

The melodious voice of Gurashi resonates in your mind, "What flower are you, Miss Lief?"

You tell Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe, "I am Lief!" The words are uttered with laughter. "I think I was a very strange flower for my Lady to paint. I hope I've brought her even the smallest bit of joy, though, even a fraction of the joy She brings me."

The melodious voice of Gurashi resonates in your mind, "...eh?"

The melodious voice of Gurashi resonates in your mind, "But you are a Lief, not a flower."

The melodious voice of Gurashi resonates in your mind, "You have leggies and everything."

You tell Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe, "Yes, I am Lief! But you see, when my Lady paints a flower, She doesn't decide, 'This one will be pink, because pink is a pretty color.' She meditates with the flower, and together, They learn just what it looks like on the inside, so that She can bring that to the outside, too."

You tell Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe, "I am very much like a flower, my very own flower She has meditated with."

The melodious voice of Gurashi resonates in your mind, ".....oh..."

You smile softly at Eirossel.

Raising her hand in greeting, Eirossel says "Hello!"

You have emoted: Lief dips her antlered head toward Eirossel in answered greetings.