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- <Wandering into the area and chatting with Tyrus about some random things when...>
- Tyrus says, "Oh!"
- Tyrus points accusingly at an icy snoefaasia orchid.
- Tyrus ponders the situation.
- An owl hoots off in the distance.
- Tyrus says, "It seems quite rooted to the ground."
- You say, "Oh, it's a fae flower, I think."
- Tyrus nods his head emphatically.
- Tyrus says, "I was wondering how it would appear at the Lady's waterfall."
- You tilt your head curiously.
- You say, "Oh!"
- Faythe brightens.
- You say, "You mean, were it to go into the Font?"
- The wind whistles eerily through the trees.
- You say, "That is a thought."
- Tyrus nods his head emphatically.
- Tyrus says, "Maybe it would freeze..."
- You laughingly say, "It's like an exercise into the mind of Lady Maylea's perspective."
- Faythe crouches down over the flower, holding her hands out over the petals.
- Tyrus says, "We should pick a bunch of flowers and experiment."
- Dramatically, you say, "Ah, what colours do I see within your soul, little one? Reveal them to me!"
- You say, "A study on the souls of flowers?"
- Faythe grins up at Tyrus from where she kneels down on the ground.
- Tyrus nods his head emphatically.
- The light cloud cover develops further, bathing the firmament in a white blanket.
- The chirping of crickets surrounds you in a medley of night-time music.
- Midnight shadows coalesce around a new day, and Mother Night embraces the land in utter darkness.
- It is now the 5th of Klangiary, 565 years after the Coming of Estarra.
- You say, "I wonder, is it the flower's soul and shape that colors the waters of the Font and thus
- the vision, or is the vision somehow tied to the petals color and then the water changes because of
- that?"
- Deep in thought, you lean your cheek on your hand.
- Tyrus says, "Or they could be enirely independent of each other."
- Tyrus coughs softly.
- Tyrus says, "Entirely, even."
- The wind whistles eerily through the trees.
- You say, "Perhaps."
- Secluded grove by the river.
- Soothing shades of blue light shimmer through the air, cast from a healing shrine of Maylea nearby.
- There is but a light breeze blowing. This small patch of grass lies under the shelter of a wide
- variety of trees - elm, oak, ash, and beech, all growing mighty and tall. To the south and west, a
- wide swathe of silver marks the course of Moon River as it continues to flow through the forest.
- However, it is not the rushing waters that draw the attention here. The isolated grove has a feeling
- of spirituality, as if some powerful spirit is close at hand. To the north, it is possible even here
- to make out a glow of green and a mighty trunk some distance away, a huge tree that grows to a great
- height. Hidden deep within the environment lies a mystic pathway. Covered in bone armour, a red fox
- stands here, cautiously listening to the surroundings. A screech owl is here, surveying the
- surroundings. Reaching up as high as the eye can see looms the awesome presence of a living totem.
- Covered in bone armour, a striped badger is here, licking its paws. A birch sapling clings
- tenaciously to the ground here. Its petals glistening with ice, a delicate snoefaasia orchid grows
- here from a clump of snow. With a demure posture, a refined and iridescent swan graced with
- alabaster wings flecked with opalescent pearls glides through the air here. Tyrus is here, pondering
- thoughtfully. He wields a longsword of the stag and moon in his left hand and a steel broadsword in
- his right hand.
- You see exits leading north, south, and west.
- You say, "I wonder why the Font only reacts to flowers."
- Deep in thought, you lean your cheek on your hand.
- You say, "Is it because it is so attuned to their souls?"
- You say, "Is it somehow part of Lady Maylea, Her own touch that helped them realize their true
- form?"
- Tyrus asks, "She created them, did She not?"
- You say, "Have you read the book yet?"
- You tilt your head curiously.
- Tyrus says, "I did, but my memory is not the best."
- You look about yourself, rubbing your chin thoughtfully.
- The howl of a distant wolf momentarily silences the crickets.
- You say, "She doesn't... create them."
- You say, "She colored them, but it's more like she studied their inner souls, their inner shard, and
- brought it out."
- You say, "So that the outside will reflect the inside."
- You say, "What was it... the form follows..."
- Faythe frowns, trying to remember the line.
- Tyrus says, "Function?"
- You say, "Is that what it was?"
- You say, "The form follows the function?"
- You say, "That doesn't sound quite right."
- Tyrus says, "I've no idea."
- You say, "It's something Lady Kae would say, I thikn."
- You say, "Think."
- Tyrus says, "But we can always check Her book."
- You nod your head emphatically.
- You say, "But basically, it seemed less like art, She wrote."
- You say, "More like Awakening, as She studied their shards."
- Rising to her feet and dusting off her knees, Faythe says "Perhaps the book is open
- now. We could go check, if you'd like."
- Tyrus asks, "That makes sense. Then who made the flowers, if not Her?"
- You say, "They existed already."
- You say, "She helped to paint them."
- Turning and cupping her hands over her mouth Faythe calls out for her wolf
- companion.
- <Note for clarity: Her wolf had wandered off earlier, before where this logs begins.>
- You yell, "Duck, where are yooouu?"
- Tyrus says, "Something that exists must come from somewhere."
- Awanydd Lief Myeras-Silvermoon yells, "Acting like a dog, it would seem!"
- A fierce timberwolf rushes in quickly, circling you briefly before settling at your side.
- You say, "Oh, he must have gone off to bother Lief."
- You peer at a fierce timberwolf unscrupulously.
- A fierce timberwolf stalks you in a slow, cautious circle, eyes narrowed in contemplation.
- You say to a fierce timberwolf, "So you run off from new friends to visit an old?"
- Faythe looks at a fierce timberwolf in exasperation.
- You say, "Dynara created everything, didn't She?"
- The horizon glows with burnished shades of orange and red, heralding the imminent arrival of Father
- Sun upon the rim of the world.
- Streaks of violet light snake across the morning sky, colouring it a deep purple.
- va
- You beckon to Tyrus.
- You say, "C'mon, we can go see if the book is open."
- The sun has awakened from its long slumber. It is dawn.
- The phase of the moon is the First Quarter.
- You say, "It should be, Lief noted the logs about a day ago."
- Tyrus begins to follow you.
- <Traveling>
- The Pool of Remembrance.
- Petals spread in a stunning display of beauty, this lotus blossom floats serenely within the pool.
- You see a single exit leading out.
- The very scent of the water fills you with a sense of nostalgia. Your thoughts clear and sharpen as
- you prepare to reminisce.
- Moving slowly through the water to the floating lotus blossom, Faythe tucks her
- hair behind one ear and begins to flip through the Book.
- You say, "Let's see..."
- "Ahah!" you exclaim triumphantly.
- Tyrus asks, "What is it?"
- Her finger marking the page, Faythe reads aloud from the Book. "The form follows
- the spirit!" She turns up, grinning slightly at Tyrus. "The form follows the spirit, is what Lady
- Kae said."
- Nodding, you say, "Which is how I always imagined Lady Maylea to work upon the flowers. The form
- following the spirit, and She brings the color of the spirit to the form."
- Tyrus says, "It seems your memory is far better than mine."
- You smile impishly and say, "Which can be a sort of art, I suppose. Like how a sculptor brings out
- the creation from the marble, or how when you forge, you bring out the true shape of the metal... or
- when you carve a bow from a section of tree."
- You say, "It was always meant to be there, you simply nudged it out to the surface."
- Faythe closes the Book, turning and walking back over to Tyrus through the water.
- "Not necessarily a better memory, I've just read it more recently."
- Tyrus says, "But any stone can be carved to be anything the sculptor desires."
- You say, "True... but haven't you ever heard someone say that it came to them, like in a vision, or
- that something in the stone called to them?"
- You say, "It's like with our earlier discussion."
- Faythe glances down at the wolves, each resting by their respective companion. "You
- were surprised when I told you that I didn't name Duck. Duck already had a name. Some animals have a
- name, some do not, and those that do not, we assist them by gifting one." She glances up at Tyrus.
- "Same as sculptors, perhaps?" She grins slightly.
- You say, "Some stones have a dream inside of them, and some do not - nothing wrong with either, but
- both want to be transformed into something new! ...Or perhaps the stone simply was a stone."
- Sunlight billows across the realm, revealing the full glory of the majestic sun's luminous presence
- as he climbs higher into the sky.
- Tyrus says, "So you think we gift rocks a form? What if the rocks just want to be all rock-y?"
- You laughingly say, "Then that stone wanted to be a stone."
- You say, "Like the cities, not being one with nature."
- You wave your hand dismissively.
- You say, "But like with animals, we do not name or shape every single one. There are stones that are
- simply stones, animals that are simply animals - they have no name, or they choose not to share it
- with us."
- You shrug helplessly.
- You say, "Nothing wrong with that."
- Tyrus says, "We forgot to bring more flowers."
- You ponder the situation.
- You say, "You want to collect some and then play a guessing game on the colors the waters will
- take?"
- You say, "We can go get some from the forest or shops."
- Tyrus nods his head emphatically.
- You nod your head emphatically.
- <Traveling, arriving at the Moonhart Mother Tree in Serenwilde.>
- A fierce timberwolf scents the air.
- A fierce timberwolf follows some invisible trail as it disappears, tracking its prey.
- You have recovered equilibrium. (3.92s)
- You sense through your bond that a fierce timberwolf has successfully found what it was tracking.
- You sense through your bond that a fierce timberwolf has a Lossel's orchanet in its jaws, and awaits
- your instructions.
- You call out through your bond, urging a fierce timberwolf to return to you.
- A fierce timberwolf rushes in quickly, circling you briefly before settling at your side.
- You take a Lossel's orchanet from a fierce timberwolf.
- A fierce timberwolf scents the air.
- A fierce timberwolf follows some invisible trail as it disappears, tracking its prey.
- You say, "They can get them."
- You say, "Good training exercise."
- You stretch languidly.
- A fierce timberwolf rushes in quickly, circling Tyrus briefly before settling at his side.
- bond retrieve flower
- A fierce timberwolf drops a lily of the Maidens from its jaws, stretching its mouth slightly and
- giving a quick bark.
- Tyrus picks up a lily of the Maidens.
- You say, "Hm."
- You call out through your bond, urging a fierce timberwolf to return to you.
- A fierce timberwolf rushes in quickly, circling you briefly before settling at your side.
- You pet a fierce timberwolf ingratiatingly.
- A fierce timberwolf glances about his surroundings, a ravenous glint in his eyes.
- You say, "Perhaps we should buy a few others."
- Tyrus says, "Let's try some other places first."
- You nod your head emphatically.
- <Removed a large chunk of traveling and gathering flowers from various places in the Basin for sake of brevity.>
- You say, "We should hurry, Lief has a ceremony soon, I think."
- You say, "We wouldn't want to interrupt it with our game."
- Tyrus says, "We can buy those at least."
- <Traveling to aethershops.>
- You say, "Just maybe, one or two more flowers."
- You say, "We can also get some from the willow, don't forget."
- Tyrus buys a purple tulip.
- You say, "Oh get the iris too!"
- Tyrus buys a delicate iris.
- You nod your head emphatically.
- You say, "That should be enough."
- <Traveling to realm of Maylea.>
- You tilt your head curiously at Tyrus.
- The Altar of Reflection.
- A vaulted dome soars high overhead in this chamber, the circular perimeter marked with lines of
- arched windows that admit shafts of light into this otherwise cool and shadowy chamber. Patterns of
- blue and green tiles wind together along the interior of the vault and the curving walls, geometric
- patterns giving way to spirals and circles that gather and disperse around ivory-tiled blossoms.
- Darker blue tiles line the interior of a shallow pool at the centre of the chamber floor, rising up
- to a shallow lip upon which small oil lamps rest, giving off a soft, resinous scent that lingers
- sweetly in the cool air. A single plinth of white marble sits to one side of the pool, wrapped in
- blue-flowered vines. Resting heavily upon the ground is an enormous earthen bowl twined with living
- flowers that blossom from the clay. Reflecting a world beyond the humble temple surrounding it, a
- bronze mirror stands here. With a demure posture, a refined and iridescent swan graced with
- alabaster wings flecked with opalescent pearls glides through the air here. Hackles risen, a fierce
- timberwolf prowls about here. Tyrus is here. He wields a longsword of the stag and moon in his left
- hand and a steel broadsword in his right hand.
- You see exits leading northeast, south, and northwest.
- You laughingly say, "The font is the other way."
- You follow Tyrus northwest to an arched chamber of lavender.
- You follow Tyrus northeast to the Cloudless Sanctum.
- Tyrus says, "I knew that."
- You laughingly say to Tyrus, "So, shall we guess here, and then one of us can go and watch the
- You display a Lossel's orchanet for all in the room to see.
- Tyrus says, "Ill go by the falls, unless you want to take turns?"
- You laughingly say, "What color does this flower's spirit show you?"
- You say to Tyrus, "I'm fine, if you want to go watch. We can keep in touch via our tells."
- A curious shrub, the Lossel's orchanet is a gathering of flowers that are twisted and tangled
- together as to look like a larger sum than the individual blooms. The coiling stems are reddish in
- colour and are fringed with thin, soft spines that travel up and down their entire length; serrated
- leaves populate the stalks too, but their meager presence is overwhelmed by the spines. The flowers
- themselves are quite dainty: wide petals of dawn-hued blush that come together in a cup-like
- fashion, with a crimson star located at their very hearts.
- Tyrus says, "I will guess orange or reddish."
- Faythe ponders the orchanet thoughtfully.
- You say, "I wonder what kind of vision this will bring."
- You say, "Something..."
- You look about yourself, rubbing your chin thoughtfully.
- Tyrus has lost you.
- Tyrus leaves to the northwest.
- You say, "Something slightly aggressive."
- You tell Tyrus, "Perhaps something aggressive, with these little spikes."
- You tell Tyrus, "Let me know when you are ready."
- You tell Tyrus, "My guess is crimson, for the falls."
- Tyrus tells you, "I'm ready!"
- You put a Lossel's orchanet into the Font of Creativity.
- You pull apart a Lossel's orchanet and sprinkle the petals across the water in the font, listening
- to the soft laughter of the falls as the current flows over the edge and into the world beyond.
- The surface of the water turns a shadowed grey and then slowly clears, an image forming within the
- boundless depths of sun-baked salt flats, where stands an elfen seer as he sits stoically upon the
- ground. He looks upon a feathered quill faintly seen in the distance, an expression of sheer disgust
- upon his face, before abruptly running away.
- You say, "Oh! Grey visions."
- After a few moments, the shadowed grey colour spreads across the image again, before it spills over
- the edge of the Font drop by drop and out of sight, leaving only the pristine depths of the waters.
- You say, "How odd."
- You tell Tyrus, "How strange! What color did you see?"
- You tell Tyrus, "I saw shades of grey in the vision."
- Tyrus tells you, "We were both wrong. A shadowed grey hue."
- You tell Tyrus, "The flower has its secrets! So perhaps the spirit is not the same as we thought."
- You tell Tyrus, "Shall we try the moonflower next?"
- Tyrus tells you, "Alright."
- You tell Tyrus, "When I am out of my flowers, you can come and do your three."
- You tell Tyrus, "What is your guess for the moonflower?"
- Three small petals are borne from a small white center which glows with its own light. The petals
- themselves are silken in texture although they seem to be securely anchored to the stem. The stem
- itself is a blinding white that lacks any leaves and thorns to distinguish it. The flower glows with
- a silvery light.
- Tyrus tells you, "A brilliant white, like the moon."
- You tell Tyrus, "My guess is.. hm. Yellow."
- You put a glowing moonflower into the Font of Creativity.
- You pull apart a glowing moonflower and sprinkle the petals across the water in the font, listening
- to the soft laughter of the falls as the current flows over the edge and into the world beyond.
- The surface of the water turns a blushing rose and then slowly clears, an image forming within the
- boundless depths of a busy seamstress beside moss-strewn sycamores, clasping her hands together. An
- expression of wishfulness passes across her face as she looks at an old toy soldier on the ground at
- her feet. Suddenly, she falls to her knees.
- You say, "Oh, rose!"
- After a few moments, the blushing rose colour spreads across the image again, before it spills over
- the edge of the Font drop by drop and out of sight, leaving only the pristine depths of the waters.
- You tell Tyrus, "Rose!"
- You tell Tyrus, "I think the Font is jesting with us, before it followed the flower petals!"
- You say to the Font of Creativity, "Are you playing a little joke on us?"
- Your eyes sparkle with amusement.
- Tyrus tells you, "Indeed."
- You tell Tyrus, "Now for the valley rose."
- Brilliant crimson contrasts against bright green in this wonder of nature. The rose has an
- entrancing and soft scent that emanates from within its velvet petals. A long stem with the thorns
- still left on just below the blossom supports the rose, and sports a pair of green leaves with
- jagged edges.
- Tyrus tells you, "Red?"
- You tell Tyrus, "I wlil say green, for the sake of the strange colours the font keeps giving."
- You tell Tyrus, "Will, rather."
- You say, "Let's see..."
- You put a perfect valley rose into the Font of Creativity.
- You pull apart a perfect valley rose and sprinkle the petals across the water in the font, listening
- to the soft laughter of the falls as the current flows over the edge and into the world beyond.
- The surface of the water turns a bright red and then slowly clears, an image forming within the
- boundless depths of a kindly storyteller on a wind-swept peak before an indigo sky, rubbing the
- scars along her wrists. An expression of utter yearning passes across her face as she looks at a
- faded painting suspended in the air before her. Suddenly, she winks playfully.
- You say, "Oh drat, Tyrus was right with his guess."
- After a few moments, the bright red colour spreads across the image again, before it spills over the
- edge of the Font drop by drop and out of sight, leaving only the pristine depths of the waters.
- You tell Tyrus, "Drat, you won that one."
- Tyrus tells you, "Bahahaa.."
- You tell Tyrus, "Come switch with me."
- Tyrus arrives from the northeast.
- With a toss of her hair over her shoulder, you say to Tyrus, "Lucky guess, that last one. You were
- wrong the first two times, as was I!"
- You say, "I will go to the falls now, if you would wait a moment."
- You nod your head emphatically.
- Tyrus says, "A violet iris."
- You nod your head emphatically.
- You say, "Wait for me."
- <Traveling to another part of the Realm of Maylea.>
- You tell Tyrus, "Alright, I'm here. My guess is... purple!"
- Tyrus tells you, "I will guess purple too."
- You look skeptical and say, "Let's see who is right this time."
- You say, "Hm, same guess."
- The petals from a delicate iris cascade down the falls in a shower of colour, floating serenely down
- the stream and out of sight.
- Free-standing waterfall.
- Superimposed over this location, an ethereal forest reaches up to the sky. A torrent of clear water
- crashes down into a rocky pool with a constant, dull roar. This vast volume of water escapes the
- confines of the pool in the form of a narrow, quick-running stream which cuts to the northwest.
- Spray fills the air with the fresh scent of rainwater, as well as allowing enchanting miniature
- rainbows to be seen wherever light shines through the mist. When one looks up, it can be seen that
- the waterfall does not cascade down from a river on a higher cliff-top, but rather plummets straight
- down out of the sky, from no readily apparent source. With a demure posture, a refined and
- iridescent swan graced with alabaster wings flecked with opalescent pearls glides through the air
- here. Hackles risen, a fierce timberwolf prowls about here.
- You see exits leading north, northeast, south, northwest, and up.
- tell tyrus how odd.
- You tell Tyrus, "How odd."
- The waters cascading from above shimmer and shine with a sky blue hue as they fall, tinting the
- stream briefly before the colour fades quietly away.
- You tell Tyrus, "Sky blue!"
- You say, "Hmhm, both wrong again."
- You tell Tyrus, "What is next, Glinshari?"
- Tyrus tells you, "A purple tulip this time."
- Tyrus tells you, "Your guess?"
- You tell Tyrus, "More purple... I will guess pink."
- Tyrus tells you, "I will guess purple."
- The petals from a purple tulip cascade down the falls in a shower of colour, floating serenely down
- the stream and out of sight.
- The waters cascading from above shimmer and shine with a vibrant yellow hue as they fall, tinting
- the stream briefly before the colour fades quietly away.
- Your arms fall listlessly to your sides as you hang your head and intone a disappointed "Drat."
- You tell Tyrus, "I suppose it is a good thing we are not in charge of the colouring of the flowers."
- Tyrus tells you, "*laughs*."
- Tyrus tells you, "I have a lily now."
- You tell Tyrus, "Hm... I will say silver."
- Tyrus tells you, "I will say.. sky blue."
- The petals from a lily of the Maidens cascade down the falls in a shower of colour, floating
- serenely down the stream and out of sight.
- The waters cascading from above shimmer and shine with a deep green hue as they fall, tinting the
- stream briefly before the colour fades quietly away.
- Tyrus tells you, "We are horrible at this."
- You look up into the air for divine inspiration.
- You tell Tyrus, "Indeed."
- You tell Tyrus, "I am telling you, the Font is playing tricks."
- Tyrus tells you, "I have a moonflower. What was it last time?"
- You tell Tyrus, "*An impression of laughter and a faint sigh filters through the aethers*."
- You tell Tyrus, "Hm, let me think..."
- In the still air you can hear the soft rippling of the waters and feel the gentle tug of the current
- as it flows past you.
- You tell Tyrus, "It was a blushing rose pink."
- You tell Tyrus, "My guess is... ah... hm. I will say red this time."
- Tyrus tells you, "I will say grey."
- The petals from a glowing moonflower cascade down the falls in a shower of colour, floating serenely
- down the stream and out of sight.
- The waters cascading from above shimmer and shine with a bright red hue as they fall, tinting the
- stream briefly before the colour fades quietly away.
- Opening your mouth wide, you gape in wonder.
- You cheer wildly!
- You dance about in utter glee.
- Tyrus tells you, "Congratulations!"
- You tell Tyrus, "Aha!"
- You tell Tyrus, "We are now tied. Was that all of our flowers?"
- You tell Tyrus, "I will come back, if so."
- Tyrus tells you, "I have a mistletoe but uncertain if that counts."
- You tell Tyrus, "Well, you can always try."
- Tyrus tells you, "If not, then perhaps the Lady gets a mistletoe."
- Tyrus tells you, "I guess green."
- You tell Tyrus, "Perhaps. I do not know if everything ends up with Her - I certainly hope that
- everything doesn't."
- You tell Tyrus, "I will guess green as well, if it falls."
- In the still air you can hear the soft rippling of the waters and feel the gentle tug of the current
- as it flows past you.
- Tyrus tells you, "Seems it simply disappears."
- You tell Tyrus, "Shame. I shall return."
- <Traveling back to the Font where Tyrus is.>
- You say, "We could try my moss, if you would like."
- You laughingly say, "But I do not think it will react."
- Tyrus says, "Nor I."
- The corners of Tyrus's mouth turn up as he grins mischeviously.
- You say, "Let us give the Font then, another gift."
- The corners of your mouth turn up as you grin mischievously.
- You say, "But just in case."
- You say, "I will guess... blue."
- You pat a flourishing tuft of moss in a friendly manner.
- Jade green in colour, this tuft of moss resembles verdant hair with little curly tangles growing
- rampant from a central root. The plant flourishes here with nary an imperfection or spot anywhere.
- Tyrus says, "Grey."
- You nod your head emphatically.
- You say, "Here we go then... Godspeed, little moss."
- You put a flourishing tuft of moss into the Font of Creativity.
- As a flourishing tuft of moss sinks into the depths of the font, ripples diverge across the surface
- of the water in concentric circles. In the next moment, the item is gone.
- Tyrus creases his brow in a frown.
- Her hands gripping the basin as she watches the descent of the moss, Faythe sighs.
- "Ah, no such luck," she remarks.
- You say, "We truly do not understand the souls of the flowers - or perhaps the soul of the Font."
- Faythe smiles ruefully up at Tyrus.
- The corners of Tyrus's mouth turn up as he grins mischeviously.
- Tyrus says, "And maybe the Lady will enjoy some fine moss and mistletoe."
- Faythe dashes her hands through the waters of the Font, and then flicks it over the
- basin at Tyrus. "May you feel inspiration!" she exclaims.
- Tyrus gives a horrified gasp.
- You say to the Font of Creativity, "He needs all the inspiration he can get."
- You nod your head sagely.
- Wiping his face with his cloak,, Tyrus says, "I don't think that's how it works!"
- You give a trillingly melodic laugh.
- You say, "Sure it is!"
- You reach out and touch the Font of Creativity.
- You dip your fingers in the font, feeling the energy emanating from the depths as ripples shiver
- across the surface of the water.
- Shifting colours dance through your mind, forming new shapes and unknown hues as they tempt your
- being and fire your imagination.
- You laughingly say, "Don't you feel invigorated when you touch the waters?"
- With a wistful look on his face, Tyrus touches the Font of Creativity.
- Ripples move across the water of the font as Tyrus dips his fingers into it.
- A smile on his face, Tyrus slowly inhales.
- You smile impishly and say, "See? It even makes you smile."
- Tyrus scoffs arrogantly.
- You peer at Tyrus unscrupulously.
- Tyrus says, "I wonder, what shall our next experiment be?"
- Her hands on her hips, you say to Tyrus, "Are you going to deny it, Glinshari? You smiled, I saw
- you."
- You say, "I can tell you one experiment I've already tried that won't work - you can't reach the
- quartz at the bottom. I stopped just short of jumping in, but only because Daiua already tried it
- and failed."
- You nod your head at Daiua Greenthorn.
- Tyrus says to you, "Maybe a little."
- You say to Tyrus, "No point in denying it. Are you afraid someone will think you less for smiling at
- the sensation the waters bring?"
- You smile wryly at Tyrus.
- "It's a bottomless font?" Tyrus asks, ignoring the question.
- You glance askance at Tyrus.
- You say, "It has a bottom, we simply cannot reach it."
- You say, "Daiua thinks there's some sort of magic."
- You say, "Which wouldn't surprise me, given the visions we see."
- You say, "It's a shame though, for I would have liked to touch the quartz."
- Faythe wistfully fiddles with one of her gemstone beads, frowning down at the
- depths of the Font.
- You say, "I wonder if that quartz is in some way connected to a place that the Lady lives, if She
- does get the things that fall into the Font."
- Tyrus says, "I wonder, though. If you stick your head in and keep it under long enough, will it
- disappear too?"
- You give Tyrus the once-over, eyeing him suspiciously.
- You say, "I don't know, why don't you stick your head in and find out?"
- You have emoted: Faythe smiles sweetly at Tyrus.
- Tyrus says, "Sounds risky. My head is far too valuable."
- You say, "Inflated, you mean."
- You say, "I doubt you could fit it in the Font."
- You scoff arrogantly.
- Tyrus says, "Then I'm guess I'm not a suitable one for this experiment! You on the other hand..."
- Warningly, you say, "Finish that sentence, and your shin will make an acquaintance with my booted
- foot."
- Tyrus peers at your head as if to eyeball the measurements.
- Shoving Tyrus in the chest, as though to push him further away from her head,
- Faythe mutters, "Stop staring at my head!"
- The corners of Tyrus's mouth turn up as he grins mischeviously.
- Tyrus says, "But it's just the right amount of egg-shape!"
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- Opening your mouth wide, you gape in wonder at Tyrus.
- You say, "My head is not shaped like an egg!"
- You say, "My head is - my head is a normal shape for me!"
- Tyrus says, "Normally egg-shaped."
- With righteous fury, you place a sharp kick upon the shin of Tyrus.
- Tyrus winces in pain.
- You say, "At least *my* head is of a normal size."
- You say, "And not like a tae'dae's perched on a faeling's body."
- You peer at Tyrus unscrupulously.
- Faythe boggles at Tyrus, as though overwhelmed by the size of Tyrus's head.
- Tyrus says, "It's to hold my huge brain! I was born like this, you know!"
- You exclaim, "I told you, there's nothing but water sloshing up there, and your pea brain is just
- bobbing around in a craze!"
- Tyrus says, "That said - I wonder if we can fit a mammoth corpse into this thing."
- You stare implacably at Tyrus.
- You say, "You want to send a dead mammoth to the Lady?"
- You say, "In the name of Maylea, you are really strange!"
- Tyrus says, "We offer dead things all the time!"
- You say, "It's one thing to send it through the altar, but not through the Font!"
- You double over in laughter, wiping the tears from your eyes.
- Tyrus shrugs helplessly.
- .
- Glancing cautiously over her shoulder at Kavindra, you whisper to Tyrus, "Besides, don't you think
- they'd object? At least..."
- <Looking about for Kavindra.>
- You say, "Oh she's not here."
- You say, "She must be at the willow."
- You wipe the back of your hand across your brow in relief.
- The corners of Tyrus's mouth turn up as he grins mischeviously.
- You shift your eyes suspiciously from side to side.
- You say to Tyrus, "Let's do it."
- Tyrus says, "Really?"
- You say to Tyrus, "Where's your sense of adventure, Glinshari?"
- You raise an eyebrow questioningly.
- You say, "Or were you all talk?"
- Tyrus says, "We'd need to be quick."
- You nod your head enthusiastically.
- <Traveling, hunting a mammoth and then hurrying back to Maylea's Temple.>
- Hurrying behind Tyrus, Faythe glances warily from left to right as they approach
- the Font.
- You say, "She's still not here."
- Hissing, you say, "Hurry, hurry!"
- Tyrus puts the corpse of a giant mosquito into the Font of Creativity.
- As the corpse of a giant mosquito sinks into the depths of the font, ripples diverge across the
- surface of the water in concentric circles. In the next moment, the item is gone.
- You say, "Not the bug, you goose!"
- You look up into the air for divine inspiration.
- Tyrus puts the corpse of a shaggy snow mammoth into the Font of Creativity.
- As the corpse of a shaggy snow mammoth sinks into the depths of the font, ripples diverge across the
- surface of the water in concentric circles. In the next moment, the item is gone.
- Tyrus says, "Wow!"
- Faythe watches in awe as Tyrus shoves the giant corpse of the mammoth over, and
- then leans forward and watches it sink and slowly vanish.
- Tyrus says, "It took a whole mammoth..."
- Glancing over at Tyrus, her olive-green eyes wide with curiosity and awe, Faythe
- whispers to Tyrus. "Do... do you think we could fit a dragon in there?"
- Tyrus says, "Maybe we shouldn't push it. Lady Maylea has to deal with enough corpses as it is."
- You say, "It was *your* idea! Are you chickening out now?"
- You laughingly say, "Go big, or go home?"
- Tyrus says, "We already went big!"
- Tyrus says, "Where we going to get a dragon?"
- "Oh.. and..um.." Tyrus yells into Font as if hoping Lady Maylea will hear, "Those corpses are
- offerings!"
- Faythe throws her arms out wide. "Go BIGGER or go home!" she exclaims. Then she
- pauses at Tyrus's question. "I don't know. There's others besides Drachou, aren't there?" She then
- blinks, and peers down at the Font after Tyrus has shouted down into it, as though looking for some
- Tyrus places his ear to the Font, listening intently, then after a long moment he says finally,
- "Well, no shrieks of rage and the like at least. I think we're safe!"
- You nod your head enthusiastically.
- Faythe eyes Tyrus's position speculatively. "Good. Now stick your head in," she
- urges.
- Faythe gives Tyrus a little shove from behind as he is leaned over the Font.
- Tyrus tumbles forward at your push, head suddenly dunking beneath the surface of the water clumsily.
- He holds his breath instinctively and opens his eyes, peering towards the bottom.
- Startled laughter escaping her lips as Tyrus actually does fall part of the way in,
- Faythe leans forward over Tyrus's shoulder, as though watching to see what is happening in the Font
- now.
- Tyrus lifts his head from the water suddenly, wiping his face and blinking, he says, "I don't see
- the bottom!"
- You laughingly say to Tyrus, "I told you!"
- You say, "And your head didn't disappear, so that answers *that* question."
- You grin mischievously at Tyrus.
- Tyrus says, "Maybe it needs to be dead or inanimate to be drawn in."
- The corners of Tyrus's mouth turn up as he grins mischeviously.
- With a flourish, you draw a crescent-moon bardiche of hardened steel from a simple leather frogge
- inset with emerald gems.
- Instructing him sternly, you say to Tyrus, "Hold still."
- The corners of your mouth turn up as you grin mischievously.
- With a flourish, you slip a crescent-moon bardiche of hardened steel into a simple leather frogge
- inset with emerald gems.
- You say, "It does accept living things."
- You say, "I put a golden firefly squid in there the other month."
- You say, "And it vanished to whereever the things vanish."
- Tyrus says, "Not a live one!"
- You nod your head enthusiastically.
- You say, "It was alive! I didn't want to put something dead in there."
- You say, "It breathes under water!"
- You say, "I brought a chicken too, another time, but I didn't want to risk drowning the poor thing."
- You say, "So I just let it loose here."
- You nod your head emphatically.
- Tyrus says, "That may be but to get here, you didn't swim, so it probably died and you didn't know
- it."
- You give Tyrus the once-over, eyeing him suspiciously.
- You say to Tyrus, "Are you *trying* to make me upset? It's an underwater creature, it was fine!"
- Tyrus says, "We must test the chicken."
- Opening your mouth wide, you gape in wonder at Tyrus.
- You say, "You want to risk drowning the chicken, but you don't want to put a dragon in there?"
- After a long pause, you say, "Alright, fine, we can go get a chicken."
- Tyrus says, "One is exceedingly much easier to procure than the other!"
- You look skeptical and say, "But *you're* putting it in."
- Tyrus says, "Fine by me."
- You say, "We'd have to be quick though."
- Tyrus nods his head emphatically.
- You urge Tyrus onwards.
- <Traveling to nearest village for chickens.>
- You say, "We should each grab one in case they escape."
- A chicken hops in from the northeast, scratching at the ground.
- You pick up a chicken.
- A chicken wriggles in your hand, trying to escape.
- You say, "I have one."
- Hooking his thumbs under his armpits and flapping his elbows, Tyrus bobs his head up and down and
- clucks like a chicken.
- Tyrus lunges down and grabs a chicken.
- A chicken squawks loudly, but finally quiets down in Tyrus's hands.
- <Traveling back to the Temple.>
- Tyrus says, "Okay!"
- You laughingly say, "Hurry, hurry."
- You say, "Poor chicken."
- Tyrus says, "Here we go..."
- Tyrus yells into the Font, holding the chicken aloft high over his head. "This is also an offering!"
- he yells, suddenly plunging the chicken into the Font.
- Faythe chokes back laughter and dismay, covering her face with her hands as though
- she cannot watch the sacrificial chicken.
- A chicken jumps out of your hands!
- A chicken clucks and hops off to the southeast.
- Tyrus strains against some unseen force, chicken in hand barely touching the water.
- A chicken hops in from the southeast, scratching at the ground.
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- You pick up a chicken.
- A chicken wriggles in your hand, trying to escape.
- Running her quill through her hands, Kavindra steps in from the southwest.
- Kavindra, Song of Transcendence leans against the side of the Font of Creativity, casting a critical
- eye across the unsullied waters. Finding nothing of concern, she relaxes and smiles.
- Peeping from between her fingers, her hands still covering her face, Faythe asks,
- half-laughing, "Did it go in?"
- A chicken jumps out of your hands!
- A chicken clucks and hops off to the northwest.
- A chicken hops in from the northwest, scratching at the ground.
- A chicken clucks and hops off to the northeast.
- Tyrus tries harder, grunting in effort, only resulting in the chicken sqawking in dismay and
- fluttering its wings in panic, sending feathers everywhere. Tyrus glances up at Kavindra,
- sheepishly, chicken still in hand. "Oh, hi."
- A chicken hops in from the northeast, scratching at the ground.
- Frantically grabbing at the escaped chicken, Faythe pauses as well, glancing up at
- Kavindra, a matching expression on her face as she gazes guiltily up at the priestess. "Hi
- Kavindra," she squeaks, still choking back laughter.
- Tyrus whispers to Faythe "The Font repels living things, 'cept my head. Apparently it does not care
- if I should drown."
- Attempting to hide the chicken behind her back, standing next to Tyrus in front of
- the Font, Faythe whispers back, "That's good to know."
- A chicken jumps out of your hands!
- A chicken clucks and hops off to the southeast.
- You have emoted: Faythe squeaks in dismay as the chicken escapes again.
- Tyrus quickly tucks his chicken back under his arm. "Will you hold onto your chicken, please?"
- You whisper to Tyrus, "Mine doesn't like me, but I didn't even try to put it in the Font! How has
- yours not run away yet?"
- A chicken hops in from the southwest, scratching at the ground.
- A chicken clucks and hops off to the southeast.
- A chicken hops in from the southeast, scratching at the ground.
- You say, "It's not my fault!"
- A chicken clucks and hops off to the southeast.
- A chicken hops in from the southeast, scratching at the ground.
- You pick up a chicken.
- A chicken jumps out of your hands!
- A chicken clucks and hops off to the southeast.
- You say, "Oh gods."
- Tyrus gives a chicken to you.
- ab hunting
- Hooking your thumbs under your armpits and flapping your elbows, you bob your head up and down and
- cluck like a chicken.
- You notice a chicken staring up at you, and you lunge down and grab it.
- A chicken squawks loudly and jumps out of your hands in a state of panic.
- Hooking his thumbs under his armpits and flapping his elbows, Tyrus bobs his head up and down and
- clucks like a chicken.
- A chicken rushes out to the southwest in a state of panic.
- Hooking your thumbs under your armpits and flapping your elbows, you bob your head up and down and
- cluck like a chicken.
- Tyrus says, "You look ridiculous doing that, by the way."
- You say, "You look just as bad!"
- You say, "Go get the chicken!"
- You follow Tyrus southwest to an arched chamber of lavender.
- In flickers of swirling apple blossoms, Maylea, Bloom of Serenity makes Her presence known to Her
- faithful.
- A chicken hops in from the southeast, scratching at the ground.
- Hooking his thumbs under his armpits and flapping his elbows, Tyrus bobs his head up and down and
- clucks like a chicken.
- Tyrus lunges down and grabs a chicken.
- A chicken squawks loudly and jumps out of his hands in a state of panic.
- A chicken rushes out to the southeast in a state of panic.
- (Yneli): Lief (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "My Lady! Hello!"
- You follow Tyrus southeast to the Altar of Reflection.
- A chicken clucks and hops off to the northeast.
- You follow Tyrus northeast to an athenaeum of silent echoes.
- A chicken hops in from the northwest, scratching at the ground.
- Hooking his thumbs under his armpits and flapping his elbows, Tyrus bobs his head up and down and
- clucks like a chicken.
- Tyrus lunges down and grabs a chicken.
- A chicken squawks loudly, but finally quiets down in Tyrus's hands.
- You say, "Oh thank gods."
- Tyrus says, "Finally."
- (Yneli): Maylea says, "Hello, My Mayflowers."
- In an urgent whisper, you say to Tyrus, "We have to hide the chickens, Lady Maylea is here!"
- Tyrus asks, "But where?"
- You say, "Oh no wait."
- You say, "He might eat them."
- You fret over everything that might go wrong.
- You say, "The gardens?"
- Tyrus says, "We can go turn them in and come back?"
- You say, "Or we could set them loose outside the realms."
- You say, "Yes yes, let's do that."
- Tyrus nods his head emphatically.
- You say, "Let's bring them back to where-ever they go."
- (Yneli): Nialla (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Hello, Lady."
- You follow Tyrus northwest to the Cloudless Sanctum.
- <Traveling to the Hifarae.>
- Tyrus drops a chicken.
- A chicken clucks and hops off to the east.
- A chicken hops in from the east, scratching at the ground.
- You say, "Oh no."
- Tyrus suddenly scoops up a chicken.
- You say, "I thought you were bringing them to the village."
- (Yneli): Lief (from the Realm of the Bloom of Serenity) says, "I believe I had spoken to everybody
- about this. For those who would like to, I would greatly adore your presence here by the ancient
- apple tree in Kiunid Vruna."
- Tyrus drops a chicken.
- You say, "You can't leave the evidence on the doorstep."
- You drop a chicken.
- A chicken clucks and hops off to the northeast.
- A chicken clucks and hops off to the west.
- You say, "No time!"
- You say, "Let's go."
- <Traveling back into the realm of Maylea.>
- Tyrus says, "Where's the apple tree?"
- A fierce timberwolf scents the air.
- Tyrus frowns in concentration, his facial expression changing into one akin to longing.
- You follow Tyrus to gazing over orchard hill.
- Panting slightly as she and Tyrus emerge into the area, Faythe follows closely
- behind Tyrus. Strangely, they are both covered in chicken feathers, one of which sticks straight up
- in Faythe's hair.
- Gazing over orchard hill.
- A solitary apple tree reaches towards the heavens here, its gnarled branches splayed out bearing
- brilliantly red fruit. The tree is the oldest in the orchard, with a hollowed-out base; it still
- produces an abundance of petals that glide down the hill. Looking out over the orchard, the
- shimmering petals swirl en mass, an ocean of colour that waves with the breeze. A hornbeam sapling
- clings tenaciously to the ground here. With a demure posture, a refined and iridescent swan graced
- with alabaster wings flecked with opalescent pearls glides through the air here. Hackles risen, a
- fierce timberwolf prowls about here. Awanydd Lief Myeras-Silvermoon stands here in a faint breeze of
- rustling leaves and birdsong. She wields a viola of summer storms in her left hand. She is
- surrounded by ten pale ancestral spirits. Tyrus is here. Oracular Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon is here.
- She wields a rose-vine violin in her left hand and a silver-edged kite shield in her right hand.
- Maylea, Bloom of Serenity stands here, prismatic light swirling around Her.
- You see exits leading southwest and west.
- (Yneli): Lief says, "Wonderful, wonderful! I hope to see you and Aiteal here, if she can make it
- too!"
- Tyrus discretely flicks off a few feathers from his clothing.
- Elexia waves brightly to you and Tyrus, only to pause in her drifting through the air to - very
- briefly - stare. Instead of pursuing the matter of the chicken feathers, however, she dips her head,
- saying, "Hello!"
- Lief hovers near Maylea with Elexia, her eyes glimmering with many, many excited colors. She waves
- merrily to you and to Tyrus, beckoning them closer.
- Maylea's golden gaze falls upon you and then Tyrus. A twitch plays about Her lips as She murmurs,
- "Ah, hello, little ones." She leans in to pluck a feather from your hair.
- Nialla arrives from the southwest.
- A young peahen waddles into view from the southwest, cheeping softly.
- Nialla curtseys gracefully.
- Brushing the visible feathers off of herself, Faythe glances sidelong at Tyrus
- before smiling in greeting at the others. "Hello!" she exclaims, nodding her head. She blinks as
- Maylea pulls the feather from her hair, flushing in dismay.
- Elexia offers Nialla a merry wave from where she hovers beside Lief, chirping, "Hello hello!"
- Lief claps her hands together merrily and beams over at Nialla as Nialla_she crests the hill with a
- young peahen. "Hello, hello to the both of you!"
- Eyes glinting with an array of prismatic colours, Lief rests her hand upon her chest and inhales
- slowly.
- Tyrus just stands in gawking silence, gaze fixed on the Lady Maylea.
- She is a radiant immortal and glows with effulgent life, a powerful sense of vibrancy emanating from
- Her presence. There is something thoughtful and introspective about Her expression and Her brilliant
- golden eyes, as though She gazes farther into the soul, brushing aside the impermanent layers of
- existence to seek the truth within. Streaks of deep blue wind through Her chestnut hair as it falls
- straight down Her back to the hips, several shorter locks dangling forward to frame Her heart-shaped
- face. A thin line crosses the skin of Her left forearm, the only remnant of the scar from a savage
- bite. An aura of power plays about Her slender frame and sets Her tawny skin aglow in faint,
- prismatic hues.
- She is wearing:
- a woven sari edged in prismatic embroidery
- a trailing rainbow sash
- an armband of twining vines
- a sky-hued bluebell
- a translucent crystal bindi
- an anklet hung with crystal chimes.
- You whisper to Tyrus, "Close your mouth, Glinshari, you're attracting flies."
- Maylea turns her attention back to Lief, softly murmuring, "Is this everyone you wished to have
- present, Eldin?"
- Nialla smiles happily at Lief as a young peahen has a brief exploration of the area. "Hello! We're
- glad we could make it for this." Turning towards Maylea she dips into another brief curtsey. "And
- wonderful yo see You, Lady."
- A refined and iridescent swan graced with alabaster wings flecked with opalescent pearls dips her
- head low.
- Elexia's energetic drifting through the air is brought to a halting hover as she turns her eyes
- towards Lief.
- Tyrus snaps his mouth closed and nods, cheeks briefly flush.
- Lief lowers her hand from waving to briefly cover her mouth, concealing a grin which nonetheless
- brightens her gaze. To Maylea's question, she lowers her hand and clasps it before herself, joining
- it with the other. Her eyes sparkling with joy, she answers softly, "Yes, my Lady."
- Faythe hands a wayward chicken feather to Tyrus and then moves closer to the
- others, her face still pink in her embarrassment as she listens to Lief speak.
- Tyrus stuffs the feather into his pocket and listens for whatever may come next.
- <This log ends here - you can read what happens next when/if Lief posts a log of her own!>
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