Solstice in Glomdoring: Day 2, Storytelling Contest

[[immediately after last log!]]

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel, "Can probably begin the storytelling..."

Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life looks surprised and says, "It can SING?"

Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life says to the Liar, "Do you sing?"

A thorn beast sniffs Tridemon, trying to decipher just what that smell emanating from him is.

You have emoted: Gurashi watches Tridemon conduct his antics, his smile faltering.

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "I seriously doubt is the thornbeast can sing. Percussion, maybe."

Reyqae looks at the Liar hopefully.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist, "Xenthos ..."

Xenthos tells you, "Aye?"

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist, "The Thorn Beasts..."

From her position near the Drums, Rancoura nods slightly to you.

The Liar rubs the back of their head with a large paw, muttering excuses and apologies before admitting, "A little..."

Looking a little susprised, Norra says to Elexia, "You've seen him? I thought he might be gone for good."
The warmth of the merry campfire drains away your tensions and worries.

Reyqae smiles encouragingly.

You have emoted: Gurashi blinks, then looks up at the Liar, perking up. "You sing? Oh! Did not know!"

Dusan, the coruscant seems to lose interest in Reyqae, instead sniffing various people and letting out rumbles and purrs in accordance to his opinion of them, trailing starlight and smoky shadow.

Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life says, "I can sing too, it's fun!"

Reyqae beams broadly at the Liar.

Faintly buzzing, you say to the Liar, "Are going to sing for us later? Am going to be performing too."

You beam broadly at the Liar.

You beam broadly at Reyqae.

Dusan, the coruscant sniffs Lief, trying to decipher just what that smell emanating from her is.

Dusan, the coruscant hunches slightly and flares his body as he hisses warningly at Lief.

Frustration clear on her face, Norra says to Elexia, "He beat me once, a long time ago. Well, long for me anyway. I never got a chance at a rematch."

Waving their paw dismissively, the Liar says, "I don't sing for contests, though! Plus, the Shofet is my best friend, so it would nto be fair! Singing is only for when I am happiest."

Looking up as she strokes Bizirik's head, Awanydd Lief Myeras-Silvermoon says, "I hope to sing as well, if I am allowed. Not for the competition, of course."

You beam broadly at the Liar.

You chitter at Lief with energetic clicks of your mandibles.

Faintly buzzing, you ask Lief, "Ah? Really?"

Faintly buzzing, you say to Lief, "Wowee! Well, have to make sure is O-K with Lady of Roses, but if is a song for and about Glomdoring, then..."

You have emoted: Gurashi shrugs. "Why not?"

Lief dips her antlered head, her gaze flitting curiously to Dusan, the coruscant before focusing on you.

You beam broadly at Lief.

Dusan, the coruscant sniffs Elexia, trying to decipher just what that smell emanating from her is.
The sharp sound of a twig snapping echoes behind you.

With an affirmative nod, Oracular Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon says to Norra, "Aye, he certainly has been about, although I know not if he intends to stay. I see him walking through the Wood much less than he once did before his absence."

Bizirik, the leothin sighs deeply, looking like it might fall asleep curled up in its spot.

Dusan, the coruscant nods solemnly at Elexia, letting out a low rumble, before returning to lurk behind Esei.

The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across Eliron's lips.

Elexia's pointed ears twitch and she looks at Lief, her mouth twisted in thoughtful concern for a moment.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares, "Am so glad could make it!"

Eliron tells you, "It seems to be a grand success, and I'm told you worked hard to ensure it was so."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares, "Ah! Me and everyone else!"

Faintly buzzing, you ask the Liar, "Well, either way - am glad to hear that sing! Shofets said will be coming back for the contest, yes?"

You have emoted: Gurashi tilts his head, beaming brightly up at the Liar.

Esei strokes Dusan, the coruscant tenderly.

Lief tells you, "It doesn't mention Glomdoring by name! The song, I mean. But I meditated quite a bit on how the members of this commune and I might meet. I hope my song is one where some may enjoy it."

Spinner Afollia, the Grand Diviner says to Elexia, "When you see him next, you should ask him about the day he was slain by love. The shadows hold a few secrets regarding Feyr that you might enjoy."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Awanydd Lief Myeras-Silvermoon, "Am sure is fine! Am sure made with as much care as did for my gift - am sure will be good."

Lief tells you, "Thank you so very much."

The Liar nods and pulls a small flower petal from the pocket of their tunic, gesturing to it and saying, "I am s'posed to call Them when it's time!"

You beam broadly at the Liar.

Beaming, you say to the Liar, "Wonderful."

You have emoted: Gurashi looks towards Rancoura, but quickly looks back up at the Liar again, looking excited.

Tridemon's ears perk up with a sudden interest.

Norra raises her hand in greeting to Ghibli and says "Hi!"

You tell the Liar, "Do think your Shofets would like a basket??"

You give a ravenwood picnic basket to Ladybear Ghibli Myeras.

Faintly buzzing, you exclaim to Ghibli, "Happy Solstice!"

Rancoura steadily makes her way back to fire's side, shadows chasing each well-placed step. The roaring flames cast her form into a silhouette as she turns once more to the gathered, wings spreading slowly to veil the firelight through a cimmerian cloak. "If I may request your attention once more, Wyrdenkin and guests," she whispers.

Lief's eyes catch sight of Ghibli, and she brightens into another rare smile. "Hello, dear."

The Liar tells you, "Dunno! Sometimes what They do and don't like is a little change-y."

Evette tilts her head and listens intently to Rancoura.

Ladybear Ghibli Myeras whispers to you, "And to you!"

Esei tilts their head and listens intently to Rancoura.

Esri tilts his head and listens intently to Rancoura.

Caught off-guard, Elexia's ears twitch as she turns swiftly to Afollia. "Slain by love?" she repeats quietly, her voice perplexed as if the phrase tasted strange. She then shakes her head, turning her attention to Rancoura.

You have emoted: Gurashi chitters, quickly turning his attention to Rancoura, setting up again beside the Liar.

Ghibli hugs Lief compassionately.

Eliron tilts his head and listens intently to Rancoura.

Kyalrhin's ears perk up as her attention turns towards Rancoura.

Lief gives Ghibli a friendly squeeze.

You tell the Liar, "O-K! Will offer, and if want, can have. If not, no problem!"

Elexia embraces Ghibli with great ardour.

Ghibli tilts her head and listens intently.

Reyqae tilts her head curiously at Rancoura.

As the small clearing quietens, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers, "Our second event is another contest -- that of storytelling."

Lief pulls Ghibli encouragingly to stand with her and Elexia as she turns her attention to Rancoura. Her smile fades into careful soberness once more when her gaze finds her.

The Liar's eyes widen as storytelling is mentioned, and a piece of cookie falls from their lips uneaten.

Norra tilts her head and listens intently.

Norra says, "We're telling stories?"

(The Crux): Xenthos says, "The story-telling portion is beginning now."

In smooth, silken tones, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers, "It is one thing to read the words written by great imaginations; quite another to experience them spoken by those imaginative individuals themselves."

Ghibli quietly nibbles on a cookie as she moves towards Lief.

Muttering in a barely audible whisper, Kyalrhin Ysav'rai says, "Ah, I'm out."

(The Crux): You say, "Yes! Please gather at the Drums of the Dead to listen and tell stories!!"

Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life whispers, "I love stories!"

You chirp happily at Kyalrhin.

Muttering in a barely audible whisper, Kyalrhin Ysav'rai says, "No imagination here."

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "And here we are."

Reyqae chirps happily.

Evette looks at Kyalrhin skeptically and says, "Pssshhhh..."

Seer Esei of the Ascending Dusk says, "Unfortunately, I did not prepare anything."

With several beats of her wings, Reyqae alights upon Tridemon's shoulder.

In a hushed yet warm voice, Disciple of the Thorned Willow Esri, Proselyte of the Awakening says, "I don't sing."

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "All right everyone, this is Nalurei."

You blink.

LOOK NALUREI
Strands of seaweed align to form the sleek, arcing lines of a leaping dolphin, balancing almost perfectly upon a leafy tail. Nalurei's back is composed of dark green weeds, while paler, yellower strands form the belly, in homage to the colouration of a normal dolphin. Despite the leafiness and static pose, the kelpie has captured something of the speed and joy of the dolphin's movements within her form. Her pale blue eyes sparkle, set behind the perpetually smiling mouth. Nestled within the strands of kelp, a small shell figurine is cradled protectively.

You give a short gasp of elation.

Esei blinks.

Esei tilts their head curiously.

Reyqae blinks.

Romaan beams broadly at Nalurei.

You have emoted: Gurashi quickly brings a basket over to Nalurei and Tridemon, beaming brightly. "Welcome to Glomdoring! Happy Solstice!"

Kyalrhin blinks incredulously at Nalurei.

Sir Romaan D'Rose, Knight of the Paladins says to Nalurei, "Well met, again!"

You give a ravenwood picnic basket to Nalurei.

You beam broadly at Tridemon.

The Liar tilts their head curiously at Nalurei at her entrance, raising a hand in cheerful greeting.

Lief's gaze turns curiously to Nalurei, who she bows her antlered head to, crimson petals still drifting from her antlers.

Primordial Scourge Evette D'Rose says to Nalurei, "Hello, again."

Norra says to Esei, "Prepare? Storytelling isn't about preparing, it's about making things up as you go."
Thaldorn, the Thorn-Fisted grunts noncommitally.

Nalurei offers a dolphin bow, her kelp shifting slightly. "I bring you greetings from the Sculptor of Waves, and thanks for the invitation."

Raising her hand in greeting, Reyqae says "Hi!"

Muttering in a barely audible whisper, Kyalrhin Ysav'rai says, "A kelpie, right? I didn't know they could leave the Sea."

Elexia clasps her hands together and bows to Nalurei.

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says to Nalurei, "Gurashi also said that he wanted you to have this cookie in particular."

Rancoura pauses with some measure of curiosity as she gazes upon Nalurei. After a moment, she inclines her head in greeting.

Xenthos purses his lips pensively, gazing off into the distance as he carefully gathers his thoughts.

You have emoted: Gurashi claps his hands on either side of his face. "Am so happy to finally meet."

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "I've seen Lanikai in Queen Maeve's throneroom, once."

You beam broadly at Nalurei.

Dusan, the coruscant perks up, drifting over to scent Nalurei and Tridemon, letting out a low rumbling purr.

Kyalrhin blinks.

Muttering in a barely audible whisper, Kyalrhin Ysav'rai says, "Oh right, they are cousins or something."

Xenthos nods his head emphatically.

Evette ponders the situation.

Spinner Afollia, the Grand Diviner says, "Oh I wouldn't go so far as to say making up. It always feels more like letting the wings of imagination take your lips for a song or your fingertips for a scribble as your mind dances on the edge of reality."

Lief flashes Ghibli a joyous smile.

To Tridemon and Nalurei, Rancoura whispers, "We shall momentarily begin a contest of storytelling. I am merely introducing the concept at the moment."

Clasping her hands together and bowing, Oracular Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon says, "I am afraid I must depart for the time being. I wish that I could stay longer to see more of your festivities, but my time is too short to allow such. I pray that you all have a lovely time."

You frown at Elexia.

Rancoura inclines her head politely to Elexia.

Romaan hugs Elexia compassionately.

Calling out gently, you say to Elexia, "Many thank yous for coming!"

Muttering in a barely audible whisper, Kyalrhin Ysav'rai says to Elexia, "Feel free to come back... with your strix..."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Awanydd Lief Myeras-Silvermoon, "Are O-K staying?"

Lief's smile falters, and she bites the inside of her lip before she reaches out to hug Elexia.

Elexia inclines her head politely to you.

Elexia embraces Lief with great ardour.

Nalurei smiles brightly at you, then at Kalaneya, the gifts disappearing into the kelp. "Thank you." She repeats, and takes the proffered cookie. She eyes it for a moment then takes a bite, a delighted smile crossing her face, as she listens to Rancoura.

Muttering in a barely audible whisper, Kyalrhin Ysav'rai says, "Also, why are you so skittish."

Lief tells you, "My Lady is with me. I am well."

Bizirik, the leothin lifts its head at the momentary commotion before dropping down again.

Bizirik, the leothin snorts.

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says to you, "Looks like kelpies can, in fact, eat cookies."

Elexia holds the Flame of dae'Seren aloft and an emerald light shines forth, revealing a hazy hallway of ancient trees. As Elexia walks through the hallway, the trees close around her and disappear.

Reyqae snickers softly to herself.

You have emoted: Gurashi watches the basket vanish within the kelp, though he doesn't seem so bothered, beaming at Tridemon before returning to listen to Rancoura.

Softly clearing her throat before continuing, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers, "Though we name this a contest, we wish for any willing to participate to simply enjoy themselves -- enrapture and intrigue your audience, or simply entertain them with your stories."

<-- Ironbeard is BACK lmfao

Ironbeard the Magnanimous exclaims, "You didn't think I'd just visit the once, did you?!"

Evette gives a trillingly melodic laugh.

<-- Ironbeard

Muttering in a barely audible whisper, Kyalrhin Ysav'rai says, "Okay, now make it thrice."

Rancoura inclines her head politely to Ironbeard the Magnanimous.

Spinner Afollia, the Grand Diviner says, "Oh no, never just once..."

Ironbeard the Magnanimous says to Rancoura, "You like like you were in the middle of something. Don't mind me. It's Solstice! I'm part of the furniture."

With no small amount of awe, the Liar says, "Wowee..."

Spinner Afollia, the Grand Diviner says, "Quite talkative for furniture sweet dwarf."

Tridemon blinks.

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

Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life says, "He's getting funnier!"

Lief tells you, "The stories and the singing will be separate, right?"

Rancoura shakes her head as a small tinge of amusement momentarily interrupts her stoicness.

Kyalrhin taps her foot with mild impatience.

Rudely interrupting, Norra says, "Enough with the presents that are always better than mine! Let's have some storytelling!"

Ghibli nods her head at Norra.

Kyalrhin's ears perk up as her attention turns towards Xenthos.

With a quick beat of her wings Reyqae rises to circle slowly around Norra, studying her curiously.

Spinner Afollia, the Grand Diviner says to Norra, "You do know that just for that the next present will be utterly amazing right?"

Muttering in a barely audible whisper, Kyalrhin Ysav'rai says to Xenthos, "Play?"

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "Stories first, I'm told."

Ilistala, an enormous leopard stares implacably at Xenthos.

Ilistala, an enormous leopard turns her back on Xenthos and pointedly ignores him.

You have emoted: Gurashi watches the momentary chaos of Ironbeard's presence, looking nothing short of amused.

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Stories first, then songs, then play."

You nod your head emphatically.

In smooth, silken tones, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers, "As I wished to say -- we shall be taking a vote from the audience for the most entertaining stories delivered. There shall be credit prizes for the most popular three, and the storyteller voted as the most entertaining shall also receive a specially designed journal in honour of our Festival."

The Liar hums a happy tune to themselves as they stow the basket away, the ravenwood parcel disappearing in a flurry of black sand as they turn their attention back to Rancoura.

Perking up, you exclaim, "And a wonder crystal!"

Rancoura nods her head at you.

Kyalrhin's ears perk up with a sudden interest.

Evette's eyes bug out as she boggles in amazement.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel, "Still have to give Daem his wondercrystal."

Extending an open hand in invitation, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers, "Thus, without further ado -- who wishes to begin?"

Norra says, "I'm in! I'll make up a story on the spot!"

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Bah. I'm no good at stories that aren't true."

You stare implacably at Tridemon.

Faintly buzzing, you exclaim to Tridemon, "You should tell a story anyway!"

Rancoura nods slightly to Norra, drifting away from the spot before the fire to allow Norra to take her place.

Evette backs away from the gathered group quietly.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "Is there a theme for the stories?"

Muttering in a barely audible whisper, Kyalrhin Ysav'rai says, "I live a solitary life, alas, no stories here."

Muttering in a barely audible whisper, Kyalrhin Ysav'rai says, "So boring... woe..."

Reyqae grins mischievously at Kyalrhin.

Ghibli gives a trillingly melodic laugh.

Norra walks next to the fire, suddenly looking like she very much regrets her decision.

In smooth, silken tones, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers, "Ah, there is -- my apologies. The theme for these stories must be "rebirth"."

In smooth, silken tones, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers, "In any manner you wish to interpret the concept."

Evette points accusingly at a thorn beast.

Norra changes her demeanor completely, her face suddenly filled with the spark of inspiration.

A thorn beast peers about himself unscrupulously.

Primordial Scourge Evette D'Rose says to a thorn beast, "I bet you have stories."

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "I don't think that the thornbeast has a story to tell. Or is capable of telling it."

Faintly buzzing, you say to Tridemon, "Interpretive dance is a method of storytelling!"

Norra says, "Alright then. Shall I start?"

Xenthos nods his head at Norra.

Xenthos stokes the campfire and adds another piece of wood to the flame.

Spinner Afollia, the Grand Diviner says, "We believe in you Norra, do your best."

Reyqae grins and nods at Norra.

(Glomdoring): You say, "Storytelling contest is starting now! Come to the drums to tell a story and have a chance to win 75 credits, a personalized journal, and a wondercrystal!!"

Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh, Ma'lanas Runia says, "And everyone think of your own stories as Norra is telling hers!"

Spinner Afollia, the Grand Diviner says, "I will go second with delight."

Raising their paw as they ask, the Liar says, "Do we have to tell the same story, or a new story?"

Faintly buzzing, you ask the Liar, "What do mean?"

A thorn beast opens its mouth, but all that comes out are a few bits of old pancakes. <-- AHHHHH

Primordial Scourge Evette D'Rose says to a thorn beast, "Best to swallow, dear."

Muttering in a barely audible whisper, Kyalrhin Ysav'rai says, "If they were all the same, it'd be hard to pick a winner."

Evette pats a thorn beast in a friendly manner.

Norra says, "Alright, a story about rebirth you want, a story about rebirth you'll have."

Faintly buzzing, you exclaim to the Liar, "Yeah! Make your own story!"

You beam broadly at the Liar.

You play a minor third on a subtle violin of dark hues and direct the soothing notes towards a thorn beast.
A thorn beast cocks his head at you and listens intently to the tone.

Faintly buzzing, you say to a thorn beast, "Hey! .... we talked about this."

Ghibli tilts her head and listens intently to Norra.

The Liar exclaims, "I saw some people playing a story game, and you start a story, and then the next person says more, and then more, and then more!"

Esei smirks.

You ponder the Liar thoughtfully, looking him up and down.

The Liar says, "But new stories are fun too."

Muttering in a barely audible whisper, Kyalrhin Ysav'rai says, "Ah, yeah, I know that one too."
The warmth of the merry campfire drains away your tensions and worries.

Faintly buzzing, you say to the Liar, "That is a very fun game."

You beam broadly at the Liar.

The Liar beams broadly.

In smooth, silken tones, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers to the Liar, "Ah -- each story shall be new, aye, and the storyteller's own."

Lief's gray eyes flit from speaker to speaker before they settle upon Norra, quiet.

Spinner Afollia, the Grand Diviner says, "Stories often have a grain of truth, truth of the mind, truth of the soul. It's always a pleasure to see it spun from the void into reality."

Faintly buzzing, you ask, "How many peoples do have so far? At least two yes?"

Rancoura nods her head.

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters asks, "... I don't suppose anyone here actually speaks thornbeast?"

A thorn beast melts softly back into the foliage.

You have emoted: Gurashi counts heads, looking between Norra and Afollia. "Friend Liar? Did want to go too?" He hears Tridemon's comment, glancing at the thorn beast as it flees again.

You give a ravenwood picnic basket to Danuja Koda.

Faintly buzzing, you whisper to Danuja, "Happy Solstice!"

The Liar exclaims, "Uhhh yes, but I do not think I will be very good. But I know a story!"

You beam broadly at the Liar.

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Come on! More stories! Bet you all have -many- good ones to tell."

You click your mandibles together energetically, chittering to yourself.

You have emoted: Gurashi plants his hands firmly on his hips, bobbing his head side to side as he looks at those gathered. "If change mind part-way through can always speak up!"

Norra says, "Indeed! This is the story of a creature that made its home here, in the Glomdoring. Are you all listening? It might even sound familiar to some of you."

You nod your head emphatically.

Rancoura nods to the Liar before clasping her hands, turning her attention to Norra as she begins to speak.

You have emoted: Gurashi clears his throat, turning to Norra, beaming.

Reyqae's ears perk up as her attention turns towards Norra.

Kyalrhin tilts her head curiously at Norra.

Norra says, "This was no thorn creature, no spider of Viravain, no ferocious predator. It was only... a little bunny rabbit."

Danuja remains to the back and side of the others gathered, choosing to stare at the picnic basket that was thrust into their possession.

Lief continues to gaze steadily at Norra, sanguine flower petals floating free from her antlers and fading into motes of essence.

You stare implacably at Norra.

You think to yourself: Oh boy ....

Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life whispers, "This is the BEST story!"

You think to yourself: If know stories about bunnies in Glomdoring.

Norra says, "A little rabbit that lived its life here, along with its family. Its parents, and its many siblings, as rabbits always have."

You think to yourself: ...is going to be bad ending.

Norra says, "The rabbit's parents always told it, do not wander off alone! For these woods are full of creatures that would catch you, and if they catch you... they will kill you."

You have emoted: Gurashi glances up before turning to the Liar, offering another cookie and resuming listening to Norra as she speaks with rapt attention.

Reyqae gives a horrified gasp.

You think to yourself: Boy, heart is beating so fast.

Esri stares implacably at you.

You think to yourself: Is heart right?

You think to yourself: Yeah is heart.

Norra shakes her head, sadly. "Alas, the rabbit was young and foolish, as protagonists are wont to be. And it did not listen. It wandered off alone..."

Norra pauses dramatically.

You have emoted: Gurashi lets out the softest of gasps, staring at Norra with wide eyes.

You see the following people here:
Tridemon, Xenthos, Danuja, Lief, Ghibli, Rancoura, Kalaneya, Razhril, Kyalrhin, Tarken, Eliron, Reyqae, Esri, Afollia, Norra, Gurashi.

Norra says, "And returned to find its family killed, their half-eaten corpses strewn over the grass."

You boggle at Norra.

Esri gazes around in awe-struck horror, his eyes wide.

Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life very sadly says, "Wh-."

Afollia's eyes sparkle with amusement.

The Liar blanches suddenly.

Reyqae's lower lip begins to tremble as she looks at Norra from beneath tear-heavy eyelids.

Xenthos stokes the campfire and adds another piece of wood to the flame.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks between Reyqae and the Liar, whispering reassuringly, "The story is not yet over! Hold on til end!"

Norra says, "The rabbit sobbed in despair. Why did I leave, it asked itself! Rather I had died with you all, and not lived to feel this pain!"

You beam broadly at Reyqae.

You beam broadly at the Liar.

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

Nalurei tilts her head, listening curiously to Norra.

Norra says, "But there were none to pity the poor rabbit. As they lay there sobbing, the flapping of wings filled the night, a dark bird descending upon the bodies of its family."

Norra says, "Shock filled the little rabbit as the bird began to eat the corpses. Please leave them alone, it begged! They are my family, and I have nothing else!"

Reyqae shudders violently.

Looking slightly worried at the situation, Reyqae quickly hides behind Tridemon.

You have emoted: Gurashi chitters softly, hands over his mouth, keeping an ever vigilant eye on those having less-than-pleasant reactions to the tale.

Norra says, "The bird turned to the rabbit. Then you have nothing, it said, for they are no more. Now I devour them, for the wolf that slayed them is a cruel creature that killeth for sport, even when it wanteth not for a meal."

Rancoura nods slightly to Eliron, a faint smile momentarily touching her lips before she returns her focus to Norra.

Kyalrhin blinks.

Esei stares blankly into space.

Lief continues to watch Norra, listening, her expression unreadable.

Norra says, "The rabbit could not understand the feeling that swelled up in its heart. Its family was killed for no reason? How can this be? How can this be right?"

You have been recognised by Kalaneya for: Bringing people together in an amazing and fun way! Thank you so much for your wonderful spirit!
You just earned 5 daily credits. You can earn 15 more.

You smile softly at Kalaneya.

Kalaneya winks surreptitiously at you, her gaze still fixed on Norra as she proceeds.

Norra says, "It spoke not a word, but the great bird understood it. I turned again to the rabbit, and spoke."

Norra spreads her arms wide as if they were great wings. "You feel anger, little one! But you are weak. And weak you will accomplish nothing."

Reyqae blinks.

You boggle at Norra.

The corners of Esei's mouth turn up as they grins mischievously.

Norra says, "Then tell me, the rabbit pleaded! Tell me, great bird, where I can find strength, that I may avenge my loss!"

You have emoted: Gurashi bunches his shoulders, crossing his arms over his chest as he continues to listen, eyeballing those present still, looking very pleased.

Norra says, "The bird spoke one chilling word. Kill! Kill, little rabbit, until you have mastered the hunt, and become a predator even the dread wolf cannot match."

You think to yourself: Is perfect...

You think to yourself: Ahhhh.

You think to yourself: Ahhh! Are having so much fun...!

You think to yourself: Well... most of...

Reyqae frowns at Norra.

Norra says, "The rabbit should not have been a killer. But having lost all it once held dear, it had lost itself. It was nothing, and could become anything. And so, it killed."

Norra says, "It killed those smaller than itself without a thought to them, until it knew enough of killing to hunt others as big as itself."

Reyqae slowly shakes her head, growing visibly agitated.

Reyqae stares implacably at Norra.

Norra says, "It killed those creatures similar to itself, mercilessly until they ran in fear at the mere sight of the little rabbit."

You have emoted: Gurashi glances in Reyqae's direction, antennae twitching.

Dusan, the coruscant bumps his snout into Reyqae's palm, staring with wide eyes.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life, "Are O-K? Remember, is just a story !"

Norra says, "It killed unfeelingly, uncaringly, never thinking about how many orphans like itself it had created."

Danuja slips out quietly to the southwest.

Norra says, "And one day, as it stalked a creature to kill next, it realized this creature was none other than the wolf it hated more than anything."

Reyqae tells you, "It's a BAD story. Maker her stop!"

Reyqae flaps her wings quickly and begins to hover in the air.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life, "Cannot ... but, can offer something that might help."

Reyqae blinks.

Norra says, "This was not a creature the rabbit should have been able to hunt. It was staring at death itself, and it knew this to be true."

You have emoted: Gurashi cautiously makes his way back through the crowd over to Reyqae, then reaches into his pack, and pulling out a kitten which he places in the faeling's hands.

The Liar tells you, "O-k! I have thought of a good story to tell, like the masters like to tell to me when I visit them in the Free City."

You tell the Liar, "Oh? Ah! Am glad to hear."

You tell the Liar, "Am so happy that are going to participate, Friend! Do not know about what kind of stories the Masters tell... so will be nice to hear."

You give a patchwork calico kitten to Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life.

Norra says, "But hate for this creature was now the rabbit's entire world. And so, with a shriek of pure savage fury, it leapt into combat one more time. That it may be the last."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life, "Hold Miss Daesy here for me - is very good at keeping attention from bad stories."

Reyqae's ears perk up as her attention turns towards a patchwork calico kitten.

"Oooooooooh!" Reyqae says to a patchwork calico kitten, eyes wide with wonder.

With several beats of her wings, Reyqae alights upon a blackthorn sapling's shoulder.

Esei blinks.

Reyqae cuddles up to a patchwork calico kitten, giggling.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life, "Is very good, isn't she??"

You have emoted: Gurashi glances up to the tree Reyqae has settled in before returning his attention to the story telling at hand.

Reyqae tells you, "SO PRETTY!"

Reyqae pets a patchwork calico kitten ingratiatingly.

Norra says, "The two killers fought with all they had. There was nothing but the shredding of flesh, claws upon fur, teeth buried as deep as bone! And the woods were covered in blood."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life, "Eh? Ah! Am glad that think so. Is very sweet - does not get along with MY Calico, Miss Thomasina."

Lief's faeling ears twitch at the sound of laughter. She briefly glances to it, registering its source in Reyqae with some small confusion, then settles once more upon Norra.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life, "Do have any pets?"

Norra says, "Who knows how long it took, for that great dark bird to fly down again upon the two bodies that lay upon the grass? It recognized the wolf and rabbit, and knew what had transpired."

Nalurei watches the exchange between you and Reyqae with only a slight frown, which smooths back into as close to an expression of polite listening as a kelpie dolphin shape can achieve.

A large shadow flits across the edge of your vision for a bare instant, vanishing between the trees.

Reyqae half-glances back towards the storyteller before distractedly returning her attention to her lap full of fluff.

Reyqae tells you, "Mmm I have... borrowed pets!"

Reyqae pets a playful desert fennec fox ingratiatingly.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life, "Ah - are not long to stay with?"

Norra says, "So the rabbit killed the wolf, it thought, at the cost of its own life. And now I shall devour them both! And it pecked at the rabbit's body..."

Norra pauses dramatically once again. "...And yet it moved."

The warmth of the merry campfire drains away your tensions and worries.

Norra says, "Breath filled the rabbit's lungs, and confusion its mind. What happened, it asked out loud? Am I alive?"

Reyqae tells you, "No... they go home after a while. BUT I can hug them until they do!"

Norra says, "No, the great bird answered. The creature you once were is no more. Look upon the mirror of water, and see now what you are."

Kalaneya winks conspiratorially at Reyqae.

Reyqae glances askance at Norra.

Norra says, "The rabbit limped painfully to the water and looked upon itself. But it could not recognize its own face, so covered in wounds and blood that it was. It looked nothing like any rabbit it had ever seen."

Nepenthe swivels his ears towards Norra, listening with rapt attention.

Nepenthe lays out a drab gray blanket and takes a seat.

Nepenthe sits himself down.

Kihr sits himself down.

Reyqae furrows her brow in slight concern.

You have emoted: Gurashi nods to those just entering, chittering softly.

Reyqae blinks incredulously at you.

Reyqae tells you, "Oh... no I."

Norra says, "Look, the great bird shouted out to the rabbit! Look at the monster with no mercy, that is neither rabbit nor wolf! All that stood before it are dead by its teeth!"

Reyqae glances askance at Norra.

Reyqae tells you, "Nope nope just sometimes!"

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life, "Oh, I see."

Reyqae leans on a fluffy husky puppy seeking consolation.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life, "Well. Have this problem, see."

Reyqae tells you, "Oh no! What's wrong?"

Kihr leans over to the side, then straightens up again.

You have emoted: Gurashi wrings his hands together, watching Norra.

Reyqae pets a patchwork calico kitten ingratiatingly.

<-- Ironbeardo!

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life, "See, Miss Daesy does not get along with my calico, Miss Thomasina, and have had HER for so very long."

Reyqae inches bashfully over to a patchwork calico kitten and nuzzles her tenderly.

Nepenthe blushes furiously.

"Shh!" Nepenthe says to Ironbeard the Magnanimous, putting a finger to his lips.

Ironbeard the Magnanimous winks knowingly.

Norra says, "The monster saw itself for the first time. It no longer knew hate. It no longer knew loss. It had never known mercy."

Norra says, "It knew only the taste of blood."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life, "Am wondering, if would be willing or able to take care of her for me? For ever."

Reyqae tells you, "I- hmm? Wait. Me?"

Reyqae blinks incredulously at a patchwork calico kitten.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life, "Since have so much experience with pets already it seems."

You chitter at Norra with energetic clicks of your mandibles.

The Liar raises a hand in quick greeting to Nepenthe before turning their attention back to Norra.
Nepenthe smiles softly at the Liar.

Norra bows her head, indicating the story is now over.

Reyqae stares implacably at Norra.

Kyalrhin pets Ilistala, an enormous leopard ingratiatingly.

Nepenthe stares vacantly at Norra and claps politely.

Kihr congratulates Norra with some wild clapping.

You chirp happily at Norra.

You clap your hands together merrily.

Faintly buzzing, you exclaim to Norra, "Many thank yous!"

Esri cheers wildly!

In smooth, silken tones, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers to Norra, "Well done, young one. An intriguing story indeed, for it is often through great trials we find out strength."
Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life, "Yes! You!"
Spinner Afollia, the Grand Diviner says, "That is an absolutly lovely story."

Lief dips her antlered head toward Norra.

Evette snaps her fingers in front of Kyalrhin.

Suddenly looking nervous, Norra says, "Sorry, I went on and on there."

In smooth, silken tones, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers, "Our strength, as well."

The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across Rancoura's lips as she glances at Norra.

You beam broadly at Rancoura.

Spinner Afollia, the Grand Diviner says, "Oh no you did perfectly well."

The Liar claps their hands confusedly, "I do not think I liked that story, but it was very good and you told it very nice!"

You beam broadly at the Liar.

Reyqae tells you, "But you'll be sad if you can't cuddle her when bad stories are happening!"

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life, "Do not worry. Am fine. Have Bizi!"

Reyqae tells you, "That's true... Bizi is very comforting."

Reyqae tells you, "I can keep her for you!"

Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life has agreed to the trade.

Lief smiles softly at the Liar.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life, "What do you say?"

Reyqae beams broadly at Bizirik, the leothin.
Bizirik, the leothin stares blankly at Reyqae. After a moment its tail lifts once then thumps back against the ground with potential delight.

Kalaneya nods her head at Norra.

Bizirik, the leothin chirps, lifting its head finally.

Kihr says, "What a good story i enjoyed it greatly."

Norra steps away from the fire, blushing.

In smooth, silken tones, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers, "At this point, we must, unfortunately, place a time limit on our next stories, as we do wish to hold our song contest afterwards."

In smooth, silken tones, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers, "The time limit shall be a quarter of a day."

Eliron nods his head at Rancoura.

Afollia nods her head at Rancoura.

Norra says, "Whoops... my fault! Sorry!"

The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across Rancoura's lips.

Nepenthe tries to discreetly open a crystal anniversary present without drawing attention to himself.

Norra says, "I was making it up and didn't know how to make it end."

In smooth, silken tones, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers to Norra, "Not to fret."

Rancoura nods her head.

The Liar nods their head, "I do not think mine will take very long, I am good at talking quick!"
The warmth of the merry campfire drains away your tensions and worries.

You beam broadly at the Liar.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life, "Happy Solstice."

Ilistala, an enormous leopard tilts her head and listens intently to the Liar.

With an inviting gesture to take the place before the fire, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers to Afollia, "My lady Spinner, when you are prepared."

Reyqae looks up with a brilliant smile.

Reyqae tells you, "Thank you!"

Reyqae snuggles up close to a patchwork calico kitten, looking happy and content.

Norra blushes furiously.

You have emoted: Gurashi beams up at Reyqae, then returns to his spot beside the Liar, finding a place to sit himself down and resting his hands in his lap.

Esri tilts his head and listens intently to Afollia.

You think to yourself: Is so fun.

You beam broadly at Norra.

The Liar beams broadly at Tsakali.

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "A very... Glomdoring story."

Tsakali beams broadly at the Liar.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters, "Is Miss Nalurei enjoying herself??"

Afollia smiles pleasantly towards lady Rancoura with a " Thank you " before stepping forward.

An encrusted sandojin slithers in, tongue flicking.
Fixing its gaze on Nepenthe, an encrusted sandojin thumps its tail against the ground, a raspy clicking sound rising from the back of its throat.
An encrusted sandojin exclaims to Nepenthe, "Help me, Ironbeard gave me this instead of something useful!"
An encrusted sandojin rushes off, tail swaying.

Nepenthe giggles happily.

Spinner Afollia, the Grand Diviner says, "I'm afraid I can't promise a story as wonderful as Norra, that was quite a lovely tale."

Kyalrhin raises her hand in greeting to Tsakali and says "Hi!"

Raising their hand in greeting, Tsakali says "Hi!"

Norra says, "I'm so embarrassed now that I'm finished speaking... I'm sorry! I gotta go!"

Kihr leans on Nepenthe seeking consolation.

Ghibli waves goodbye at Norra.

You have emoted: Gurashi gestures excitedly to the spot on the other side of the Liar, chittering happily.

You blink.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Norra, "Am so glad that told a story!!"

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Norra, "Many thank yous!! Was great!!"

Spinner Afollia, the Grand Diviner says, "Here is one whoever that has been striking my imagination and building ever since. A story of stars between planes and Goddesses inside fractured worlds."

For a time, Lief's gaze drifts back to Rancoura, quiet. With Afollia's voice, her attention finds its way back to the storyteller.

Norra tells you, "Thanks! Consider it cookie payment!"

A look of mild confusion crosses Nepenthe's face but he pats Kihr gently behind the ears.

Nepenthe swivels his ears towards Afollia, listening with rapt attention.

Reyqae's ears perk up as her attention turns towards Afollia.

Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life says, "Another story!"

Spinner Afollia, the Grand Diviner says, "Our story begins before the first time the Soulless One was encountered by the Divine. A Goddess, alone and seperated from the rest wandered the void."

Lifting her head, Ilistala looks at Aknarin hopefully.

Rancoura's gaze remains affixed to Afollia, her form still as shadows swirl restlessly about her slender form.

You have emoted: Gurashi squeezes his legs, exhaling softly as Afollia begins to speak, a hint of exhaustion overtaking his happy features.

You give a ravenwood picnic basket to Grand Duke Aknarin D'Varden.

Reyqae gently clutches a patchwork calico kitten in a somewhat protective embrace.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Grand Duke Aknarin D'Varden, "Happy Solstice!!"

The bright, bell-like voice of Aknarin rings in your ear, "Happy Solstice to you too!"

The soft voice of Kyalrhin tickles your ear, "Too much skating?"

Reyqae tilts her head and listens intently to Afollia.

Ghibli tells you, "I'm sorry, I must leave abruptly. I appreciate the invitation and wish I could stick around! Thank you!"

Tsakali flashes the Liar a joyous smile.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Ladybear Ghibli Myeras, "Are too kind - many thank yous for coming!"

Ghibli hugs Lief compassionately.

Lief taps her freckled cheek thoughtfully as she gazes at Afollia, her lips pursed in thought.

Ghibli reaches up and grabs a sturdy branch, then pulls herself up and disappears into the treetops.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Kyalrhin Ysav'rai, "Ah - maybe. Wiped out pretty hard a few times!"

You think to yourself: Is more than that...

The soft voice of Kyalrhin tickles your ear, "Let the fire relax you, take a load off."

You have emoted: Gurashi glances at Kyalrhin, nodding and looking back towards the fire.

Spinner Afollia, the Grand Diviner says, "In her loneliness within the void She south to create, create a world, children and even a culture."

Reyqae swings her legs cheerfully back and forth from her perch, petting the kitten in her lap and once again absorbed in the story.

Spinner Afollia, the Grand Diviner says, "In Her heart She somehow managed to lend a fragment of Her Divine soul to small creations that She molded in Her imagine. Her hands wove a bubble of reality to call home, a land to cultivate. Her song brought life to their mind and Her feelings taught love to their culture."

You think to yourself: Still no sign from The Lady of Roses...

You think to yourself: Or Lord Silence...

You have emoted: Gurashi lolls his head back, glancing up to the trees above, then towards the Drums opposite of him.

You think to yourself: Or Lady Enchantress...

You think to yourself: Never even HEARD from Mister Wayfinder ...Map-man?

Nepenthe's tail flops around behind him as he listens to Afollia, obliviously thwapping Kihr at his side.

Alary murmurs softly to themself.

Spinner Afollia, the Grand Diviner says, "She retreated simply to watch, to guide with an invisible touch and to admire Her work. The society grew and flourished within this ideal world, unaware of the hidden will that helped shaped their idilic civilisation."

You think to yourself: ...wowee, am so excited. And nervous. But excited. Do I pray and ask if She's ready?

You have emoted: Gurashi wrings his hands together thoughtfully.

As she listens, Lief's hand falls from her cheek to join with her other upon her lap. Her legs tuck beneath her as though kneeling, though she hovers in midair, quiet save for the hum of her dragonfly wings.

Spinner Afollia, the Grand Diviner says, "I do wish you could see them as I do, tall spires of crystals reaching upon the heavens. Beautiful aethership beasts that skirt through the clouds in service of their many works."

Spinner Afollia, the Grand Diviner says, "This idealic paradise shattered unfortunatly during the battle of the Souless One. One can never know after all how far the consequences of a single actions can lead."

You think to yourself: Will probably pray...

Spinner Afollia, the Grand Diviner says, "To save Her paradise, Her children and Her woven creation. The Divine, like many before Her sacrificed Herself. Sealing Herself within the center of Her shattered world."

Kihr wags his tail happily.

The Liar tilts their head to the side and continues listening, carefully sitting themself down on the ground and staring at Afollia.

"Ooohhhhhhhhhh," says Reyqae.

Spinner Afollia, the Grand Diviner says, "The bubble itself was ripped out of reality and at it's heart remained a loving Goddess. Should you find Her world, you may see one of three things. A beautiful crystal civilisation, a savaged primal land...or a desolate broken waste, with a petrified beacon of protection & love for Her children wrapped around the shattered heart of the land."

You think to yourself: Will be fine....

Spinner Afollia, the Grand Diviner says, "I do hope you all enjoyed, it may not be the most passionate story. But I do like it quite a bit."

Showing that they understands, Tsakali nods their head slowly.

Esri gives Afollia a wild cheer!

Ilistala, an enormous leopard rubs up against Afollia, purring like a cat.

Afollia's eyes sparkle with amusement at Esri.

With a graceful bow of her head, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers to Afollia, "Our gratitude, Spinner."

Afollia gently steps back within the crowd.

The Liar beams broadly.

You give Afollia a wild cheer!

Muttering in a barely audible whisper, Kyalrhin Ysav'rai says, "Sounds familiar..."

Esei nods solemnly.

Afollia's eyes sparkle with amusement at Kyalrhin.

Nepenthe claps his padded paws together happily for Afollia.

Faintly buzzing, you exclaim to Afollia, "Liked it - many thank yous!"

Lief claps her hands together quietly for Afollia.

Muttering in a barely audible whisper, Kyalrhin Ysav'rai says, "Kinda like Dio."

Kihr says, "Wonderful story."

Spinner Afollia, the Grand Diviner says, "Thank you."

The Liar says, "It made me very confused, but happy! I dunno enough about the other Divine, I suppose."

You beam broadly at the Liar.

In smooth, silken tones, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers to Esei, "Seer Esei, when you are prepared."

Esei exhales slowly, allowing a long fluid breath to creep from their lungs.

A crumbling loamadore turns its head slowly from side to side, its blank face staring into the distance.

You chirp happily at a crumbling loamadore.

Spinner Afollia, the Grand Diviner says, "Oh I'm afraid I wouldn't presume to know the minds of the Divine. But mortals may dream of the stars when they can."

You have emoted: Gurashi looks to Esei, chirping encouragingly.

Grand Duke Aknarin D'Varden says, "Trasto lawl."

Aknarin coughs softly.

Tsakali, Pilgrim of Bodhi says, "Sounds like too much firemead or not enough."

Nepenthe waves supportively to Esei as they take the stage.

The Liar giggles happily.

You tilt your head and listen intently to Esei.

You chirp happily.

You beam broadly.

Lief rubs at the side of her neck, glancing over her shoulder before returning her attention forward to the gathering.

Quickly, you say to Esei, "O-K now can go."

Muttering in a barely audible whisper, Kyalrhin Ysav'rai says, "I like to loll about in my quiet time."
Kyalrhin nods her head sagely.

Esei moves forward to stand in front of the fire, gazing deeply into it. They reach out, as if to cup its flames. "One day, a young woman walked into the forest and did not look back."

The Liar leans back and presses their paws flat against the ground, reclining comfortably as they watch Esei with an encouraging smile on their face.

You have emoted: Gurashi sits up, staring at Esei with interest.

Seer Esei of the Ascending Dusk says, "She was lost, listless. Alone and unguarded. She walked into the forest, because it was said there was a talking tree within that gave answers to those it found worthy."

Lief shakes her antlered head, murmuring something inaudible to herself before focusing intently upon Esei.

The Liar beams broadly at Rancoura.

Bizirik, the leothin lifts its head, yawning and looking at Lief with a loud snort, blank eyes staring intently.

Tridemon gathers a handful of runes and casts them upon the ground, carefully studying the way they have broken. Rising, he pronounces a prophesy of good fortune upon himself and his allies.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks up to the Liar, chittering softly.

Rancoura returns the Liar's smile with a delicate bow of her head.

You tell the Liar, "Are next??"

Kihr giggles happily at Nepenthe.

The Liar tells you, "I am!"

Seer Esei of the Ascending Dusk says, "She wandered for many days and nights, sleeping very little. After quite some time, the tree instead came to her, rising from the ground like a bloom might."

Lief shakes her antlered head, murmuring something inaudible to herself before focusing intently upon Esei.

The Liar beams broadly at Rancoura.

Bizirik, the leothin lifts its head, yawning and looking at Lief with a loud snort, blank eyes staring intently.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks up to the Liar, chittering softly.

Rancoura returns the Liar's smile with a delicate bow of her head.

You tell the Liar, "Are next??"

Kihr giggles happily at Nepenthe.

The Liar tells you, "I am!"

Seer Esei of the Ascending Dusk says, "She wandered for many days and nights, sleeping very little. After quite some time, the tree instead came to her, rising from the ground like a bloom might."

The Liar tells you, "I'm gonna be so fast, your eyes are gonna spin and wobble and you'll be so surprised!"

You tell the Liar, "Am glad!! Looking forward to your story!"

Nepenthe fails to hide a blush as his lips quirk into an unbidden smile.

You tell the Liar, "Oh - you don't have to go fast if you do not want to! DO not feel rushed."

You tell the Liar, "But if want to go fast, then can go fast."

You tell the Liar, "As long as have fun telling storry."

Reyqae tilts her head curiously at Esei.

You tell the Liar, "Er, story."

You beam broadly at the Liar.

The Liar giggles happily.

Kihr gently lays his tail across Nepenthe smiling as he does so.

You sway back and forth.

Esei inhales gently, then speaks, their voice higher as to emulate femininity. "Oh, wise tree, I was told you might have answers to me." They drop their voice, even past their normal tones, to take on the role of the tree. "Oh, little woman, you come before me asking for answers, but there are none to give."

You think to yourself: Am glad this is going so well, heck.

You think to yourself: Yes.

You think to yourself: -Good-.

You think to yourself: Oh heck are full of bees.

Voice rising Esei says, "Why, oh wise tree, are your answers gone from you?" They cast a slow glance across the gathered individuals, voice lowering. "My wisdom was stolen from me, by the great Crow."

Reyqae tilts her head slightly as she listens, perplexed.

Esei makes a circumference around the fire, dark eyes glittering. Still in the voice of the Tree, they speak, "I shall give you a weapon to defeat Brother Crow with, so long as you vow to serve the Forest forevermore."

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

You beam broadly at Snald.

Master of Death, Snald Stormcrow says, "Hello, everyone."

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "Greetings."

You have emoted: Gurashi gestures at Snald to come and sit down, quickly.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Master of Death, Snald Stormcrow, "Esei is telling a story! And then our Friend the Liar is going to tell a story!"

Now in the voice of the young woman, Seer Esei of the Ascending Dusk says, "I do so vow, Great Tree. Let me return your wisdom to you!"

Tsakali, Pilgrim of Bodhi whispers to the Liar, "This is so exciting. I love stories."

Nepenthe trains his ears on Esei and stares directly ahead.

Snald's melodic voice sings into your mind, "Can we believe him?"

Rancoura inclines her head politely to Snald.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Master of Death, Snald Stormcrow, "Who? Friend Liar?"

Snald's melodic voice sings into your mind, "Yes, the liar."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Master of Death, Snald Stormcrow, "Is amazing persons, is super duper trustworthy."

Snald's melodic voice sings into your mind, "His name is.... his name is the liar."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Master of Death, Snald Stormcrow, "Is just a name, not a description."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Master of Death, Snald Stormcrow, "Is opposite name! Is super good!"

Esei's lips curl into a soft smile even as their eyes narrow. "And so the Great Tree bestowed the young woman with a mighty enchanted sickle, which meant to sever Brother Crow's life from the Basin of Life."

Midnight shadows coalesce around a new day, and Mother Night embraces the land in utter darkness.
It is now the 22nd of Shanthin, 548 years after the Coming of Estarra.
There are 1 days until the New Moon

Nodding solemnly, Seer Esei of the Ascending Dusk says, "The young woman tracked down the lair of Brother Crow, and went to slew him."

You have emoted: Gurashi listens to Esei with wide eyes, head tilting in interest.

Esei inhales again, voice taking on a warbling tone. "Do not kill me, young woman!" They emulate a soft caw, sharp teeth flashing. "I could give you all of your wishes, and more." They nod solemnly, returning to their regular voice. "The young woman lowered the sickle, curious. Mighty Crow whispered in her ear, directing to slay the Mighty Tree."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Master of Death, Snald Stormcrow, "If anything happens is on me. Mister-and-Missus Shofets already said so."

Lief bobs quietly in the air as she listens, the rain soaking through her and her surrounds.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Master of Death, Snald Stormcrow, "So am making sure Friend Liar has very good time so wants to come back and visit again! Trust me, will like. But is kind of young at heart, so please be gentle. No... no genies."

Seer Esei of the Ascending Dusk says, "At first, the young woman was thought the idea abhorrent, but as Brother Crow further enticed her - whispers of freedom and shadow, binding the weak to her whim - she found herself wanting this power."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters, "Please ask your friend if is having a good time? Do not want to interrupt across room and am not sure if will hear me... also, are having a good time?? Are staying for song contest??"

Seer Esei of the Ascending Dusk says, "As so, the sickle in her hand turned dark and she retraced her steps to the Mighty Tree."

Reyqae blinks incredulously at Esei.

You think to yourself: Oh - is so soon.

Reyqae ponders the situation.

You think to yourself: Do go first, or, do go last...

Reyqae leans forward a bit more to listen.

You think to yourself: Or, do ask Lady of Roses to pick...

Lief purses her lips pensively, gazing off into the distance as she carefully gathers her thoughts.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist, "Many thank yous for stoking the fire. How much do owe for wood??"

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Awanydd Lief Myeras-Silvermoon, "Are O-K?"

Esei's lips twist into a dark smile. "She moved to slay the Tree, but the Tree called out, 'Why would you do this?'" Esei nods firmly, turning her voice to the young woman's once again, exclaiming the last line. "Nothing matters but Glomdoring".

You beam broadly at Esei.

Vanshi flashes Esei a joyous smile.

Lief tells you, "Ah - yes - I am." The words come quickly and insistently. "But...these stories are certainly interesting."

Kihr gives Esei a horrified gasp.

Afollia flashes Esei a joyous smile.

Esei nods solemnly.

Kalaneya smiles wryly as her golden eyes glint with amusement.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Awanydd Lief Myeras-Silvermoon, "If would feel more comfortable, can come over here and sit with Liar and Bizi and myself!!"

You give Esei a wild cheer!

You clap your hands together merrily.

(Glomdoring): Rancoura says, "Glory ever be."

(Glomdoring): Esei says, "Glory be to Glomdoring."

Bizirik, the leothin snorts, rising and tossing its head.

The Liar tilts their head curiously as they continue to listen, raising their hands to clap when you does so.

Tsakali gives up a round of applause.

Kihr congratulates Esei with some wild clapping.

Esei steps away from the fire, bowing.

Spinner Afollia, the Grand Diviner says, "That was a lovely story,well said dear."

Lief tells you, "The earth is so wet, though!"

(Glomdoring): Snald says, "Glory be to Glomdoring!"

(Glomdoring): You say, "Two more stories tonight, and then the song contest! Do not forget!"

Nepenthe's face is a mask of bewilderment, but he claps politely for Esei nonetheless.

In smooth, silken tones, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers to Esei, "Indeed, very well spoken, Seer."

Kihr says, "Bravo what a twist!"

The melodious voice of Tridemon resonates in your mind, "She says she's glad she came."

Esei tilts their head curiously at Reyqae.

Reyqae purses her lips, deep in thought.

Nascent Vanshi, Attendant to the Wyrd smiles and says to Esei, "That was wonderful."

You have emoted: Gurashi waves sheepishly across the room at the kelpie.

Seer Esei of the Ascending Dusk says to Rancoura, "Thank you, Lady Haruspex."

You have emoted: Gurashi quickly turns to look up at the Liar beside him, eyes wide with interest.

The Liar stands and makes their way to the point where the others had told the story, though they stand a little closer to Rancoura as they turn to smile at those gathered. "I think...I am ready, yes. Okay..." They exhale, and when they open their eyes again, the mismatched colours glow with a delightful, inviting radiance.

Rancoura nods her head at the Liar.

Nalurei blinks, and waves a strand of kelp back at you.

Speaking with a calming tone that entrances you and fills your heart with a gentle warmth, the Liar says, "Once a time, there was a wakabi who walked into the desert, and she was a very small wakabi with bright yellow fur and pretty blue eyes. And when she walked, she always looked funny and was made fun of by other wakabis, because she looked like she was wrong."

Reyqae's ears perk up as her attention turns towards the Liar.

Esei tilts their head curiously.

Nepenthe's full attention falls on the Liar as he watches and listens with open fascination.

Gesturing with a paw and continuing on, the Liar says, "So she wandered the desert, and she was very sad, because she never knew that she was not from the desert. Her egg had been stolen away when she was not yet hatched, and found, and given to wakabis to raise. And so they sat in the desert looking very sad in their fancy hat and fancy clothes, and wished they could run like the others could."

You have emoted: Gurashi watches the Liar, expression going from delight to amazement, shoulders sagging a bit as he listens.

Lief studies Esei quietly, only to shake her antlered head, spraying water about herself. She wings nearer to you. A bit further back, really; her rapidly-beating wings spray rain as they keep her aloft. From there is where she listens to the Liar intently.

Reyqae tilts her head and listens intently to the Liar.

Waving their arms to mimic flight, the Liar says, "And soon a big hawk flew down and landed on a nearby cactus, and when he saw her sitting there, he asked, 'What is the matter, little one?'"

Effecting a small and scared voice that causes your heart to flutter, the Liar says, "And the small wakabi said, 'I cannot run like my brothers and sisters, mister hawk.' And she began to cry, because she was very sad."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Awanydd Lief Myeras-Silvermoon, "Can sit on Bizi!"

Bizirik, the leothin plods over towards Gurashi, standing beside the kephera and watching the tae'dae speak, though it's hard to tell if the leothin is interested in the story or not.

Wandering around Rancoura as though she were the wakabi, the Liar says, "The hawk felt bad that she was so sad, and he flew down to perch next to her on the sand, and he looked her over carefully with his big hawk eyes. And he looked carefully at her feet. And he looked carefully at her wings. And he looked carefully at her feathers."

Nepenthe's whiskers droop slightly as a soft, disconcerted growl rumbles in his chest.

Lief touches her hand to her heart as she listens to the Liar sorrowfully.

Withdrawing and effecting the timid voice once more, the Liar says, "'Oh, I will never run like my brothers and sisters,' the wakabi cried out, and so the hawk carefully took her in his mouth and began to fly, and she was afraid for her life, because wakabis cannot fly! 'Oh, where are we going? Please, put me on the ground! I am so very scared!'"

Lief glances briefly at you, offering you a faint smile and a small shake of her head before refocusing all of her attention upon the Liar.

Lief tells you, "Thank you! But would Bizirik like that?"

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Awanydd Lief Myeras-Silvermoon, "Any attention is good attention for her. Loves it."

Speaking with an awe and wonder in their voice that sends your mind racing to the most beautiful landscape in your memories, the Liar says, "But the hawk flew on, and the wakabi began to see colours that she had never seen before. Greens and blues and purples on plants that did not grow in the desert, and she slowly became less afraid. Soon, though the hawk began to crash towards the ground, and she screamed loudly."

Reyqae's eyes sparkle with amusement at the Liar.

Ilistala, an enormous leopard's ears perk up as her attention turns towards the Liar.

You boggle at the Liar.

Lief tells you, "My...but the Liar has a way with words, don't they?"

Reyqae flashes the Liar a joyous smile.

You have emoted: Gurashi gasps aloud, covering his mouth with his hands.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Awanydd Lief Myeras-Silvermoon, "So very much...!"

There is a moment of breathless anticipation, the sweet scent of honey filling the air as the Liar looks at the audience and drags on the moment of silence for several long minutes.
The warmth of the merry campfire drains away your tensions and worries.

Ilistala, an enormous leopard stares implacably at the Liar.

Reyqae wraps a comforting arm around you.

Finally breaking the dramatic pause, the Liar exclaims, "And then the hawk let her go!"

Reyqae tells you, "It's ok."

Opening her mouth wide, Lief gapes in wonder at the Liar.

Esei blinks slowly.

Reyqae gives a patchwork calico kitten to you.

Quickly sending their paw towards the ground to trace movement, the Liar says, "She fell and fell and landed in a big hole, where much rain had collected, and she flapped and splashed around, running her strange run in place and crying, 'What have you done to me? Where am I? What is this!'"

Their voice a deep, soothing one that immediately sets you at ease, the Liar says, "'You do not belong in the desert, little one,' the hawk said, pecking at one of his big wings to smooth out the feathers. And then he looked down and said, 'I do not know how a duck like you got out there in the first place. But ducks do not run. They swim.'"

Reyqae tells you, "It's a story about flying! Don't worry!"

You give a short gasp of elation.

Reyqae hides a grin behind her hand.

Leaning back to their full height with a happy smile, the Liar says, "And the duck, for that is what she truly was, boggled and realised that her strange run was perfect for keeping her in place in the water! And her wings that did not flap to help her run fast were good to help her swim, and she was happy."

With an effected voice that is clearly mimicing someone they know, the Liar says, "Remember the contrary wakabi who went into the desert and met a hawk. This wakabi met an enlightened master. Considering her situation, the wakabi was revealed to be a duck and was enlightened."

You have emoted: Gurashi claps his hands together, looking delighted at the revelation.

Tsakali beams broadly.

Nepenthe giggles happily.

Lief covers her mouth, abrupt giggles spilling out from between her fingers.

Bowing their head with a wide, mischievous grin on their face, Someone powerful says, "Let us contemplate the contrary wakabi."

Tsakali applauds the Liar heartily.

You give the Liar a wild cheer!

The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across Rancoura's lips.

You feel that the Liar deserves some congratulation, and so you clap wildly.

Reyqae presses her palms together over her heart and performs a humble bow to the Liar, chanting a harmonic mantra that lingers in the air.

You give a ravenwood picnic basket to Chancellor Farvu, the Gentle Wave.

Esei congratulates the Liar with some wild clapping.

Faintly buzzing, you exclaim to Farvu, "Happy Solstice!"

Spinner Afollia, the Grand Diviner says, "That was lovely."

You beam broadly at the Liar.

Xenthos stokes the campfire and adds another piece of wood to the flame.

Warmly, Chancellor Farvu, the Gentle Wave says to you, "Happy Solstice!"

Tsakali, Pilgrim of Bodhi says, "A truly Gaudiguchian koan."

Muttering in a barely audible whisper, Kyalrhin Ysav'rai says, "Why didn't the hawk eat the duck."

Cheerfully, you exclaim to the Liar, "Was really fun! Many thank yous for sharing!"

Kind Nepenthe laughingly says, "That made more sense than any of the koans I've heard when I've delivered initiates."

Lief nods her antlered head to herself, firmly, as she applauds the Liar.

The Liar blushes deeply as the attention is paid to them, and they rub their head to murmur thanks. All semblance of eloquence and grace is gone as they carefully sidestep their way back towards Gurashi, quickly sitting down and hiding their face.

The corners of Kalaneya's mouth turn up as she grins mischievously.

Kihr applauds the Liar heartily.

Grand Duke Aknarin D'Varden says to the Liar, "That was a lovely story. Thank you for sharing it!"

Evette flashes the Liar a joyous smile.

Their voice thick with embarrassment, the Liar says, "Th-thank you, I am happy to share."

You have emoted: Gurashi plops back down beside the Liar, chittering excitedly and touching the tae'dae on the arm gently. "That was really good! Are natural story-teller!" He offers a chirp. "Thank you for sharing it!"

Even as they flee the fireside, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers to the Liar, "Well done, Liar. I do believe I have heard similar, if briefer, tales during visits to Dairuchi, as is fitting."

The Liar blushes furiously.

Quietly, Chancellor Farvu, the Gentle Wave says to Vanshi, "I really like your toad hoodie hat."

You have emoted: Gurashi looks from the Liar to Rancoura, chittering excitedly. He tilts his head.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel, "How many left?"

Nascent Vanshi, Attendant to the Wyrd smiles and says to Farvu, "Thank you."

Scurrying through the crowd to press an item into their paw before returning to his blanket next to Kihr, Nepenthe gives a chocolate peppermint crinkle cookie to the Liar.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel, "Think should pray to Lady of Roses to let know that song contest is... soon."

The corners of Esei's mouth turn up as they grins mischievously.

Kyalrhin flashes the victory sign.

In smooth, silken tones, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers, "Very well; it is time for our last story of the month." Gazing towards him, she continues, "Master Eliron, when you are prepared."

You beam broadly at Eliron.

Evette grins mischievously at Kyalrhin.

You give a ravenwood picnic basket to Glacydra.

Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life says to the Liar, "Stories with wings are the best ones!"

Eliron bows and looks at the gathered crowd around him.

Rancoura tells you, "Aye, such may be prudent."

Reyqae's eyes twinkle enchantingly.

Glacydra bows at the waist politely, hands folded together.

Tridemon ponders the situation.

Faintly buzzing, you exclaim to Glacydra, "Many thank yous for coming! Happy Solstice!"

Glacydra thanks you profusely.

Evette tilts her head and listens intently to Eliron.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks to Rancoura, then towards the Drums, mandibles clicking.

Eliron glances down at the grimalkin at his feet with a small smile, before he begins his story. "This story begins as so many stories do, with the sort of person who would never tell a story about himself or expect anyone else to."

In a hushed yet warm voice, Disciple of the Thorned Willow Esri, Proselyte of the Awakening says to you, "Can I have a cookie?"

Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares says, "He was the third son of a poor but very skilled weaver, and he had learned his father's trade well. He did not think of himself as the hero of any tale, though it must be said, in his heart of hearts, he did dream of one day writing down his knowledge of weaving and penning the world's finest instruction manual."

Ilistala, an enormous leopard listens to Eliron raptly.

Giggles dying down, Lief focuses her attention upon Eliron, quietly gathering her hands into her lap again.

Esei stares blankly into space.

Kyalrhin ponders a ghostly white grimalkin with void-black eyes thoughtfully, looking him up and down.

Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares says, "On the day the boy became old enough to call himself a man, his proud but poor father had naught to give him except his most treasured possession, his cat."

Kneeling humbly, you press your palms together before you and close your eyes momentarily as you pray devoutly to Viravain, Lady of the Thorns, "Many greetings, Lady of Roses. It is me - Gurashi. The Story Telling Contest is nearly at its conclusion... and after that, will maybe be a couple minutes break, but then, the Song Contest will start! Mister-and-Missus Shofets is already prepared to judge. Have not heard from Others. Hope to see there, - oh, will be, maybe...quarter of a day? Pl-please let know! Has gone well so far! Be well!".

Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares says, "Now, this cat had been his father's cat, and before that his grandmother's, and before that his great-grandmother's, and before that his great-great-grandfather's, and before that no one could remember except the cat, though our attentive listeners may realize this is rather longer than most cats live."

Farvu tilts her head and listens intently to Eliron.

Eliron notices Kyalrhin's gaze but does not acknowledge it except for a faint smile.

You tilt your head and listen intently to Eliron.

Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares says, "But people in stories never stop to think of such things, and so we shall not dwell on it here."

Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares says, "Now, though this young man and his family were but humble weavers, they lived among those dedicated to protecting and nurturing the fae."

You think to yourself: Lady Enchantress never showed...

You have emoted: Gurashi watches Eliron, a look of relief crossing his face.

You think to yourself: ...m-maybe is good thing!

Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares says, "They knew that some fae had been lost during the Elder Wars, and such was their dedication that they wished to seek out any survivors of these lost clans to learn if there was anything they could do for them."

Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares says, "The wise woman of the village called for volunteers willing to take on the long and lonesome journey of seeking out such fae. All those willing were to take a stone with their name on it from above the mantle in the village hall and place it in the basin beneath it."

Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares says, "Being but a weaver, and not seeing how this would help at all on such a quest, our young man did not place his stone in the basin and thought no more of it."

Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares says, "Nor did anyone think anything of the cat sitting on the mantle and watching all, for it was a cat."

Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares says, "Late that night, as everyone slept, the cat stood from its position on the mantle. It began to stretch, only to find its spaced intruded on by a stray stone."

Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares says, "The cat, being a cat, promptly knocked it off."

Evette hides a grin behind her hand.

Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares says, "The stone made a great clang as it hit the basin below, and the cat had its stretch and departed."

You have emoted: Gurashi lets out a soft, chittering laugh.

Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares says, "The next morning on his way to his father's workshop, our very confused and baffled young man found the wise woman shaking his hand, and his mother holding back proud tears, and everyone about him shouting hurrah as they hurried him on the path from his village."

The corners of Reyqae's mouth turn up as she grins mischievously.

You think to yourself: Am A-O-K... is all going A-O-K!

You give a ravenwood picnic basket to Disciple of the Tah'vrai, Raimari.

Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares says, "Since one can not very well turn around and hide under one's bed after everyone has shouted "Hurrah!", our young man brushed off his clothes and straightened his hat, took his courage in both hands, looked through every one of his pockets in the hopes of finding more courage in one of them, and set off to visit the Queen of the Fae for her guidance in his task."
The warmth of the merry campfire drains away your tensions and worries.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Disciple of the Tah'vrai, Raimari, "Happy Solstice!"

Bizirik, the leothin snorts softly, looking towards the drums.

Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares says, "And behind him, the grass twitched and shook as the cat followed."

Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares says, "The path to Queen Maeve was likely difficult and involved many important adventures and opportunities to gain allies by displaying one's noble personality."
Shadows swirl around Tarken's arm as the Fingerblade of dha'Wyrden-cree shifts and turns around his hand.

Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares says, "Our young man, alas, would never know if it did or not. Having no knowledge of what to do should he meet either evil witch or disguised sprite on his way, he took to hiding behind a tree any time anyone else came down the road and so his trip was quite peaceful."

Farvu gives a trillingly melodic laugh.

Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares says, "As he approached the Queen's throne, he felt his insides quavering, for despite his best efforts his pockets had been quite empty, and everyone had Hurrah!'d him off before he could even change into a clean shirt."

Reyqae giggles happily at Eliron.

Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares says, "As he stood before the Queen quite tongue-tied and stumbling over his words, our story might have ended quite early, had not a great ripping and plucking noise filled the air."

Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares says, "All eyes turned to the base of Queen Maeve's throne and there, quite happily, stood the cat as it sharpened its claws on the fine upholstery of the Queen's throne."

You think to yourself: Fire feels great... Eliron is good storyteller.

Rancoura raises an eyebrow questioningly.

Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares says, "All the guards rushed about quite foolishly, unsure of what to do. Surely their duty was to protect the Queen and her throne, but who would want to grab a cat in such a state? It would be as foolish as rubbing the belly of a cat lying on its back, and just as likely to end in losing a hand."

Showing that she understands, Lief nods her head slowly.

Reyqae hides a grin behind her hand.

Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares says, "Our young man, however, rejoiced, for here was a problem he knew how to solve! Quickly, he snatched the cat up--for really, he was just a softy and no one should mind those terrible growls or those long claws--and promised the Queen that he would return with the finest of silks to replace the damaged upholstery on her throne."

Esei blinks.

Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares says, "With the cat under his arm, he dashed back along the path to his home, not stopping at all for the trolls or the ogres or the tottering old women who were really disguised sprites on the way."

You have emoted: Gurashi suddenly looks a little nervous, fidgeting with his violin and fiddling with the pegs.

Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares says, "In his father's workshop, the young man put down the cat and pulled out the best red silk his family had ever made. He turned to find a pair of scissors to cut it but, then, calamity!"

Farvu gives a horrified gasp.

Shadows swirl around Eliron's arm as the Fingerblade of dha'Wyrden-cree shifts and turns around his hand.
The warmth of the merry campfire drains away your tensions and worries.

You boggle at Eliron.

Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares says, "For when he turned back, he found the cat lying sprawled upon the silk and shedding most vigorously."

Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares says, "With a curse, the young man collected their second-best purple silk and returned to the Queen's throne room."

Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares says, "There the Queen exclaimed in delight at the colour and named our young man and his family the finest weavers in the land. She promptly commissioned his family to make all her gowns from then on, and this was quite a step up for them all, for while one may speak of poor and humble weavers, one rarely speaks of poor and humble royal tailors."

Reyqae's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares says, "Amidst all the flurry and bustle of their new station, our young man did eventually remember his task and ask Queen Maeve for her assistance. Delighted with her new wardrobe, the Queen told him a great secret, the secret of how to reach a land of lost fae, a land known as the Wydyr."

Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares says, "Now, any who have visited the Wydyr know that it is as dark as it is beautiful, and its residents as lovely as they are terrifying."

Afollia's eyes sparkle with amusement at Eliron.

Kyalrhin nods her head sagely.

Esri flashes Eliron a joyous smile.

Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares says, "However, having not forgotten the hurrahs and having found a little more courage to grip tightly, our young man bravely sought it out and slipped among the trees, using all the skills he had learned hiding from ogres and trolls and helpful but disguised sprites on his way to Queen Maeve."

Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares says, "Indeed, he might well have succeeded, had not a barghest wanted to take a nap in its nice plush barghest bed, only to find the cat curled up in it!"
The warmth of the merry campfire drains away your tensions and worries.

Eyes sparkling, Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares says, "Oh, what a howl and cry the barghest raised when the cat promptly batted its nose for daring to suggest the cat leave!"

Esei smirks.

Farvu frets over everything that might go wrong.

Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares says, "In the hue and cry raised, our poor young man was discovered and thrown in the darkest of dungeons. And there he sat, awaiting a very sorry fate as he stared at a locked door barring him from his freedom."

Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares says, "Then with a creak the door opened just enough to admit the cat before it shut quickly behind him."

Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares says, "Looking around, the cat found the cell quite dull, and so promptly turned around and began clawing at the door."

Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares says, "After a few moments, with a muffled curse, the door opened by a crack again, and the cat slipped back through."

Muttering in a barely audible whisper, Kyalrhin Ysav'rai says, "This cat is the real protagonist."
Lines of power flare up along Eliron's body, connected by shimmering points of light. For a brief moment, his body becomes a canvas displaying the constellations of Lusternia before the light flickers and fades away.

Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares says, "Soon the young man could hear the cat yowling outside, and with a much less muffled curse, the door opened for the cat again, and shut behind it."

Evette's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares says, "The cat sat for a minute and grew bored, and so began to claw at the door again."

Reyqae giggles happily at Eliron.

Kalaneya nods her head at Kyalrhin.

Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares says, "From outside came a great lamentation on well, if the cat was going to be like that then there was no point in even having doors, and the door dissolved in a flash of fae magic as the disgruntled guard stomped off."

You chitter at Eliron with energetic clicks of your mandibles.

Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares says, "The cat seemed not to care and sat inside washing its ears as our young man carefully looked outside and then left the cell to continue his journey."

Afollia blinks.

Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life laughingly says, "This is the most believable story yet."

Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares says, "As he snuck up the stairs, he came across the most beautiful fae he had ever seen, an elegant woman with cold amethyst eyes and a thin circlet around her brow."

Farvu nods her head at Reyqae, showing her acceptance.

Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares says, "Though he expected to die at her hands, he found her mouth curved in a most amused smile, for one who could almost sneak past her guards and then break out of one of her dungeons must be an unusual and powerful person indeed."

Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares says, "She told him he could win his freedom and her affections should he accomplish one task for her. She had been reading a beloved and fascinating book when she had been interrupted by word of his capture, and now she could not find it anywhere. He must find this book, and return it to her before the sun rose, only an hour away."

Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares says, "Now, our young man was indeed young, but he was not foolish. He had learned from all the many adventures that had brought him here."

Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares says, "Looking about, he spied the cat sitting upon a desk nearby. Walking over, he picked up the cat and lo! It had been lying on the precious book all along."

Khasur Stormcrow sweeps in from the down like a bad omen, her eyes sweeping about in quick, canny glances.

Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life whispers, "The ones he hid from, or...?"

Comprehension flashes across Reyqae's face.

Reyqae raises her hand to her mouth and titters girlishly.

With a smile, Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares says, "Now, dear listeners, having won both his freedom and the dark Queen's affections, happened many things of the sort which tales are not at all interested in."

Rancoura purses her lips, deep in thought as she contemplates Khasur Stormcrow.

LOOK KHASUR
Elegant in her pale solemnity, Khasur Stormcrow is a tall, dark-eyed trill whose feathers have been dyed a brown-black hue and anointed with strange, silvery runes that twist with sharp, thorn-like ends into each other. Her skin is a pallid, unwholesome hue: her skin is rather more like white marble than anything living. Her robes are of brocade dyed over from some paler hue to an ebon, and much repaired - despite this, a high-necked scholar's coat is fastened with tarnished silver frogs, even as her skirts are a strange mix of airy silks and stained linens, all in varying shades of ebon. A single black rose is pinned in her lapel pocket, and a string of blackened jade prayer beads carved with scorpions swings from a broad belt of cured eelskin.

Evette smiles wryly at Khasur Stormcrow.

Muttering in a barely audible whisper, Kyalrhin Ysav'rai says, "No, I like romance."

Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares says, "Time passed, and a daughter was born to the dark Queen. Looking on her, the young man who was perhaps not so young now looked on her and loved her, but he knew he could not take her home with him, for the power of the dark fae surrounded her, even as a babe."

Afollia curtseys gracefully before Khasur Stormcrow.

Muttering in a barely audible whisper, Kyalrhin Ysav'rai says, "Gurashi REALLY likes romance."
Esei smirks.

You have emoted: Gurashi doesn't seem to notice, listening with rapt attention to Eliron's tale.

The Liar sticks their tongue out of their mouth in an exaggerated, 'Yuck!' motion at the mention of romance.

Reyqae grins mischievously at the Liar.

Kyalrhin sniffles softly.

Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares says, "So he left for his home, but before he went, he left her his greatest possession, his cat."

Esei smiles softly at the Liar.

Evette tilts her head and listens intently to Eliron.

Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares says, "And so our story ends, with a man returning home, a babe fast asleep, and a cat sitting patiently by its cradle."

Khasur Stormcrow settles against a nearby vine, her attention on the Herald of Nightmares. She ruffles her feathers lightly, preening absentmindedly.

Eliron bows to all those gathered as he finishes.

Reyqae congratulates Eliron with some wild clapping.

You give a short gasp of elation.

The Liar applauds Eliron heartily.

You feel that Eliron deserves some congratulation, and so you clap wildly.

Kyalrhin congratulates Eliron with some wild clapping.

You give Eliron a wild cheer!

Esri gives Eliron a wild cheer!

Faintly buzzing, you exclaim to Eliron, "Many thank yous!"

Aknarin claps his hands together merrily.

Evette gives Eliron a wild cheer!

Farvu applauds Eliron heartily.

Tsakali gives up a round of applause.

The foliage rustles to the southwest, as a mass of brambles and thorns tumbles into the room.

Lief quietly applauds Eliron, a smile tugging at her lips.

Kihr gives up a round of applause.

The warmth of the merry campfire drains away your tensions and worries.

Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh, Ma'lanas Runia says, "How wonderful!"

The Liar tells you, "I think that man won!"

Esei applauds Eliron heartily.

You think to yourself: Oh gosh!

Nalurei claps her flippers together, a broad dolphin smile on her face.

Chancellor Farvu, the Gentle Wave says, "All stories would benefit from higher cat visibility."

Tsakali, Pilgrim of Bodhi says, "All hail the cat, savior of the story."

Kihr says, "Such a beautiful story."

Eliron's eyes sparkle with amusement at Farvu.

Reyqae nods her head at Farvu, showing her acceptance.

Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares says to Farvu, "They certainly think so."

Eliron strokes a ghostly white grimalkin with void-black eyes tenderly.
A ghostly white grimalkin with void-black eyes cocks his head and stares at Eliron through the corner of his eye.

Nepenthe claps happily for Eliron, his tail whipping around behind him.

Farvu gives a trillingly melodic laugh.

You tell the Liar, "Was thinking so - Eliron is so good! Think he is my sort-of-grandpa, maybe? Bloodlines are weird!"

Kihr says, "Dont you think so?p."

The Liar says, "I will have to think of a story of a cat, and then listen to the Masters until they tell me one I can use."

Her gaze at last moving away from Khasur Stormcrow, Rancoura nods slightly to Eliron. "Well done, Master Eliron," she whispers. "An enchanting tale indeed."

The Liar nods their head sagely, already plotting their next tale.

Xis leans on Tsakali seeking consolation.

You have emoted: Gurashi beams happily, folding his arms across his chest to hug himself gently. "Wowee, what fun," He buzzes, chittering.

You see the following people here:
Glacydra, Tridemon, Vanshi, Xenthos, Evette, Kalaneya, Tsakali, Tarken, Nepenthe, Kyalrhin, Kihr, Rancoura, Raimari, Lief, Snald, Xis, Afollia, Reyqae, Farvu, Eliron, Aknarin, Esri, Esei, Gurashi.

With a flourish of his arm, Eliron bows deeply.

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Oh yeah."

Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares says to Rancoura, "Thank you, Lady Haruspex."

You lay out a spread of your finest cuisine and delicacies before your guests. Enjoying the food yourself, you delight even more at the sight of everyone indulging themselves in this epicurian feast, eating and drinking until utterly satiated. The fine meal not only lifts your spirits, but enhances your body as well.

Khasur Stormcrow turns her gaze to you, a smirk flickering across her countenance.

Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life says, "Those were very good stories!"

<-- Ironbearded!!!

Reyqae claps her hands together merrily.

Aknarin claps his hands together merrily.

Chittering softly, you say, "They were wonderful stories."

Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life says, "Wings and cats!"

Reyqae flits about happily.

<-- IRONbEarD

Eliron thanks Ironbeard the Magnanimous profusely.

You think to yourself: My goodness.

Khasur Stormcrow gives Ironbeard the Magnanimous a pained sigh.

<--Ironbeard for me this time!!

Chancellor Farvu, the Gentle Wave laughingly says to Eliron, "Even Ironbeard liked your story."

Evette gives you a wild cheer!

<--Ironbeeeeard

Evette hides a grin behind her hand.

Kalaneya chuckles softly with a throaty growl.

Muttering in a barely audible whisper, Kyalrhin Ysav'rai says, "Does the party not stop?"

You shake your head at Kyalrhin.

Faintly buzzing, you say to Kyalrhin, "Oh no."

Returning to her place before the fire with soft steps, Rancoura spreads her hands apart, again silhouetted by the roaring flames behind her. "And now, Wyrdenkin and guests, it is time to vote," she whispers. "First, we heard young Norra's tale of the rabbit finding its strength in the face of grief.
Second, Spinner Afollia's tale of the Goddess in the Void and Her sacrifice for Her creation. Third, Seer Esei's tale of the woman and the wise, talking tree. Fourth, the Liar's story of the strange wakabi. Last but not least, Master Eliron's tale of the young man, his cat, and the fae."

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says to Nalurei, "Oh, that reminds me."

Muttering in a barely audible whisper, Kyalrhin Ysav'rai says, "The party keeps going and going!"

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "How do we vote?"

Tridemon nods his head sagely.

Kyalrhin tilts her head curiously at Rancoura.

Nalurei peers curiously at Farvu and her present. "Maybe it's really a duck?" She glances towards the Liar.

Tsakali grins mischievously at Nalurei.

You chitter at Nalurei with energetic clicks of your mandibles.

In smooth, silken tones, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers, "If you would, please send me your votes by MESSAGE to me. I shall accept them for five minutes' time, at which time the placing individuals shall be announced."

Faintly buzzing, you whisper, "And then..."

Muttering in a barely audible whisper, Kyalrhin Ysav'rai says, "It's blue. It'd be a bluebird."

You nod your head at Kyalrhin.

You nod your head at Rancoura.

Tsakali, Pilgrim of Bodhi says, "Contemplate the possibility of a blue duck."

The Liar offers Nalurei a wide smile before attempting to hide it behind a massive paw.

Tridemon pauses for a second, a slight frown upon his face.

In smooth, silken tones, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers, "One nomination each, by the by -- the tale which you enjoyed the most."

Glacydra bows at the waist politely, hands folded together.

You sent the following message to Rancoura: My favorite story was DEFINITELY Eliron's, but loved all of the stories, really...

Chancellor Farvu, the Gentle Wave says to Nalurei, "Have you never seen a wakabi before?"

Nalurei turns the pearl over in a strand of kelp. "Oooh!"

You have emoted: Gurashi looks towards the drums again, wringing his hands together. He looks back over his shoulder to Lief, chittering.

Evette tilts her head and listens intently to Nalurei.

Tilting her head, Khasur Stormcrow steps lightly toward Lief and then pauses, her dark eyes curious.
Nepenthe scribbles a few notes on a marbled black-and-white notepad.

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says to Farvu, "Wakabi tend to live pretty far from the sea."

Rancoura nods her head at the Liar.

Seer Esei of the Ascending Dusk says, "I presume the storytellers may vote on stories not their own?"

Tsakali, Pilgrim of Bodhi says, "Somewhere in reality is a blue duck wondering why it cannot fly like all the other hawks in its nest."

Esei tilts their head curiously at Rancoura.

Chancellor Farvu, the Gentle Wave says to Tridemon, "I know that much! But I am sure Nalurei has seen plenty of things i haven't."

Lief's distracted gaze focuses with Khasur Stormcrow's approach. She hesitates, appraising her quietly, then dips her antlered head.

Kihr smirks at Nepenthe.

Whispering loudly, you ask Lief, "Psst, do need any hot chocolate?"

The Liar giggles at Rancoura, some secret shared between the two.

Reyqae flaps her wings rapidly and floats into the air, stopping to hover before you.

Tsakali glances at Lief, frowning a bit before offering a nod in greeting.

Farvu tentatively raises a hand and nods at you.

You have emoted: Gurashi completely misses Khasur Stormcrow's gaze, chittering at the faeling as he offers a cup.

Lief's faeling ears twitch, and she offers you a quiet smile.

Esei tilts their head curiously at Khasur Stormcrow.

Brushed by a passing wing, you turn to watch Reyqae circle slowly around you, making note of your every detail.

Chancellor Farvu, the Gentle Wave says to you, "Perfect, thank you!"

Farvu sips black tea from a fused cicada wing tea cup.

Nepenthe scribbles a few notes on a marbled black-and-white notepad.

(Glomdoring): Xenthos says, "We will be starting the song contest shortly at the Drums of the Dead."

(The Crux): Xenthos says, "The song contest will begin shortly, once we are done voting on these stories."

A wry smile spreads across Esei's face.

You have emoted: Gurashi jitters unexpectedly, looking back.

You have emoted: Gurashi blinks, looking forth as well.

You cough softly.

[[LIEF POV:
You tell Khasur Stormcrow, "I will be singing, if I will be allowed?"

Khasur Stormcrow tells you, "The song that you delivered to my Mistress, perhaps?"

You tell Khasur Stormcrow, "I know I will not be allowed to compete, but that is okay for me."

Khasur Stormcrow tells you, "It was such a lovely ditty. Each verse was quite ... entrancing."

You tell Khasur Stormcrow, "Ah - you know of that one? I had another planned for this particular event."

Khasur Stormcrow tells you, "Perhaps both, then. Are there rules against more than one ballad?"

You tell Khasur Stormcrow, "I ... am not certain, truthfully. Ah, but if they would be willing to hear me sing both, I can."

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says to Nalurei, "That pearl is a kind of firework. I wouldn't light it now, but when you do, there will be a dazzling display of dolphins in the sky."

Khasur Stormcrow's eyes sparkle with amusement at Lief.

Rancoura nods her head at Kihr.

You have emoted: Gurashi quickly approaches the Liar, reaching out and touching their arm. "Am hoping to see Miss Lady of Roses, but can probably let Mister-and-Missus Shofets to come soon..."

Rancoura nods her head at Kalaneya.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel, "Should shout that song contest will begin soon?"

The Liar says to you, "Do you want me to call Them, then?"

Rancoura tells you, "Aye, if you wish."

Lief's own gaze is faintly uncertain as she studies Khasur Stormcrow.

Nalurei's mouth twitches into a silent dolphin laugh, and she glances briefly upwards, perhaps momentarily tempted, before tucking the pearl away in among the kelp.

In smooth, silken tones, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers, "Do any others wish to vote?"

Tsakali crosses two of their fingers and closes their eyes wishing for luck from the Fates.

Chancellor Farvu, the Gentle Wave says, "It would feel wrong to vote when I only was here for one story."

Chancellor Farvu, the Gentle Wave says to Eliron, "But it was a very excellent one!"

Rancoura nods her head at Farvu, showing her acceptance.

Khasur Stormcrow shrugs, a simple lift and lowering of her shoulders. She pays Lief no more attention and instead, focuses her eyes on the Liar.

Eliron flashes Farvu a joyous smile.

You shout, "As Glomdoring's Storytelling contest draws to a conclusion, our Song Competition for the Glory of the Wyrd will be starting soon! Friends, allies, and non-enemies are all welcome! Can teleport to self if are interested."

You clear your throat.

Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares says to Farvu, "Thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed it."
With a disdainful glance in your direction, Khasur Stormcrow lifts a dainty hand to rest at her neckline.

Esei tilts their head curiously at Khasur Stormcrow.

The bright, bell-like voice of Aknarin rings in your ear, "Oh?"

"Oooooooooh!" Reyqae says to Rekath, eyes wide with wonder.

Farvu bows a little at the waist at Eliron as she agrees, "I did, thoroughly!"

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Grand Duke Aknarin D'Varden, "Is why sent Nalurei. Told me She could not make it. It is O-K."

The Liar turns and seems to catch Khasur Stormcrow's eye, smiling softly at the tall trill and offering her a gentle wave.

Now that she has escaped Khasur Stormcrow's direct attention, Lief hovers near you, whispering quietly to you. "Are there rules about singing two songs?"

Gently, you say to Lief, "Oh, uh, am not sure. Still have the play to consider."

Rising to their feet and standing at their full height once more, the Liar says, "Excuse me for just one moment. I have to focus."

Kalaneya bows respectfully to Khasur. "Hail, Lady Stormcrow," she murmurs.

You have emoted: Gurashi grimaces a bit, shrugging at Lief. "Many apologies."

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "I would say pick one."

You beam broadly at the Liar.

The Liar pulls a poppy petal from their tunic and concentrates upon it, bowing their head. Moments later, it dissipates into black sand that blows away into nothingness, and they nod with a satisfied look on their face.

Lief offers Khasur Stormcrow an apologetic look, but nods to you and Xenthos.

Pressing a palm to her chest, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers, "Very well -- our storyteller placements have been determined."

You beam broadly at the Liar.

Evette's ears perk up with a sudden interest.

You give a short gasp of elation.

Tsakali shifts closer to the Liar, sitting next to them on the ground.

You have emoted: Gurashi leans in, listening to Rancoura closely.

The Liar steps back a few paces, clearing a small space as they look upwards expectantly.

You think to yourself: Oh boy...

Black sand swirls through the sky, wreathed through with tongues of scarlet lightning as Mysrai, the Shofet of Abyssal Scales turns Their attention to the First World once more.

You give a short gasp of elation.

Evette chews on her lip, deep in thought.

Kyalrhin tilts her head curiously.

Reyqae breathes a soft "Wahh!" with a wide-eyed look of surprise.

You see the following people here:
Vanshi, Kihr, Tarken, Tridemon, Raimari, Xenthos, Lief, Kalaneya, Aknarin, Tsakali, Rancoura, Rekath, Nepenthe, Evette, Kyalrhin, Afollia, Reyqae, Farvu, Esri, Esei, Eliron, Gurashi.

Kihr says, "I do too Im sure it would have been amazing."

Reyqae looks up.

Tsakali, Pilgrim of Bodhi smiles impishly and says, "Did you think the Liar was lying?"

You have emoted: Gurashi glances up from Rancoura, chittering excitedly.

Faintly buzzing, you exclaim, "ASKED Them to come!"

You nod your head sagely.

Eliron tilts his head and listens intently to Rancoura.

You tilt your head and listen intently to Rancoura.

Black sand begins to pour down from the heavens like rain even as tongues begin to wind across the roots like so many serpents, beginning to coalesce into a swirling, chaotic storm focused on the small clearing set aside by the Liar.

You click your mandibles together energetically, chittering to yourself. <-- Ahhh I'm sorry Rancoura!!!

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

Tsakali, Pilgrim of Bodhi says, "Hare Mysrai."

Esei exhales slowly, allowing a long fluid breath to creep from their lungs.

You have emoted: Gurashi takes a step back, giving the appearing sandstorm more room to gust about.

Kyalrhin tilts her head curiously.

Khasur Stormcrow folds her hands neatly in front of herself, patience radiating throughout her demeanor.

Muttering in a barely audible whisper, Kyalrhin Ysav'rai says, "Hare? Like... a rabbit?"

Rancoura softly clears her throat, her gaze moving skyward as she pauses to heed the Shofet's presence, drawn to the storm disturbing the surrounding trees.

Seer Esei of the Ascending Dusk murmurs to Kyalrhin, "I assume it's a greeting?"

Rekath, Treant of the Wyrd whispers, "Are They here? I did not see Them present here."

Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life says, "There was a story with a rabbit earlier!"

Rekath ponders the situation.

Helpfully, Chancellor Farvu, the Gentle Wave says, "Hares are larger than rabbits."

You give a ravenwood picnic basket to Rekath, Treant of the Wyrd.

Muttering in a barely audible whisper, Kyalrhin Ysav'rai says, "We already had a story with a rabbit."

Rekath nods his head at you.

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "With longer legs, yes."

Farvu nods her head at Tridemon, showing her acceptance.

Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life says, "It wasn't a rabbit anymore though..."

Reality buckles and warps as though some great form is smashing down upon the ground, only ceasing when a storm of chaos energy begins to rage and Mysrai steps from its depths.

Happily, you exclaim to Mysrai, "Mister-and-Missus Shofets! Many greetings again!"

Eliron bows respectfully to Mysrai.

Evette greets Mysrai with a sincere smile.

LOOK MYSRAI
With much of Their figure fading in and out of shifting realities draped around Them, there is little that can distinguish the gender of this small figure. It is only certain that They are a radiant immortal. Where Their body is visible, small tufts of short-cropped fur can be seen in intermittent patches, the flesh beneath visible pulsing with colourful hieroglyphics of a dead language. Set deep into an elongated, canid head are twin vortexes of inky black Void, stars and constellations spinning and swirling through the depths in nonsensical, hypnotic patterns. Atop Their head sit two peculiar ears, line cones that have been flipped upside down, swivelling constantly to capture more of the world around Them. In the area just beyond Them, enormous limbs of black sand and forked red lightning twitch in restless anticipation to cause untold destruction through the strange and alien realities barely glimpsed through the chaotic sandstorm.
Long black fur, shot through with strands of deep crimson, extends in a mohawk that stretches down Their spine to the small of Their back.
They are wearing:
a reforged crown of gleaming voidcopper that floats ominously above Their head;
a spiralling ring resplendent with gemstones that is pierced through Their right ear;
a thick golden collar beset with dark gems that hangs heavy across Their shoulders and throat;
tattered robes of ebon silk that look ready to fall apart at any moment.
Nepenthe grows very still and draws into himself, somehow appearing even more diminutive as he shies away from the presence of Mysrai.

"Oooooooooh!" Reyqae says to Mysrai, eyes wide with wonder.

Lief's humming dragonfly wings likewise carry the faeling back, though she gazes upon the spot where the sand begins to form, watching until Mysrai appears.

Afollia's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

Aknarin gives Mysrai a respectful salute.

Kalaneya inclines her head cordially towards Mysrai.

You have emoted: Gurashi quickly bows to Mysrai, then jumps back up to his feet, chittering excitedly at the Divine. "Am so glad could make it!"

Reyqae breathes a soft "Wahh!" with a wide-eyed look of surprise.

Khasur Stormcrow glances briefly at Mysrai before bowing low, a gesture of respect that never reaches her eyes.

Nalurei bows politely to Mysrai.

Tsakali, Pilgrim of Bodhi says, "Hare is a word of manifold meanings including "greetings" and "glory unto"."

Rancoura's head bows slightly to Mysrai, hand lowering to clasp the other.

Tsakali kneels before Mysrai and touches their head to the ground in worship.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Mysrai, the Shofet of Abyssal Scales, "Many thank yous for letting Liar be with us! Have been having the best time with Them! Am sure they will tell You all about it!!"

Esei nods their head at Tsakali.

Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh, Ma'lanas Runia says, "Happy Solstice, Shofets. Welcome."

Kyalrhin ponders the situation.

You have emoted: Gurashi beams up at Mysrai, then slowly looks at the picnic basket in his hand, looking to the Liar with wide, questioning eyes.

You tell the Liar, "....do think will like??"

Kyalrhin bows respectfully to Mysrai.

Lief likewise bows her antlered head before Mysrai, then looks up at Them, quiet and thoughtful.

Muttering in a barely audible whisper, Kyalrhin Ysav'rai says, "I guess bowing to Divine is a safe choice."

Esei bows respectfully to Mysrai.

Reyqae tilts her head curiously at Mysrai.

'Oh?' Reyqae exclaims quizzically at Esei.

Reyqae bows respectfully to Mysrai.

Mysrai nods Their head once in acknowledgement of the mortals gathered, dipping the Jackal's sceptre before raising it to indicate an appreciation of greeting. "I come on behalf of My Liar. I believe there is something to be Judged?"

Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life says, "You should have a cookie first!"

Tridemon blinks.

Reyqae points accusingly at you.

Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life says, "Gurashi makes them."

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "We are not judging Gurashi."

Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life says, "You can judge things better if you have cookies!"

You have emoted: Gurashi nods quickly, hopping up and down in his spot. "Uhm, yes. Lady of Roses requested a Song Contest about the Glory of the Wyrd, and invited a bunch of Her Cousins to come, and so said You could come and be a judge for that with Her, and maybe one other Persons who is... not, really, responded, one-hundred-percent."

Reyqae beams broadly at Mysrai.

Evette flashes Tridemon a joyous smile.

Muted ivory hieroglyphs falling from Their muzzle, Mysrai, the Shofet of Abyssal Scales says, "I will not partake of mortal food not bathed within Ivory's glow."

You tilt your head curiously.

Reyqae blinks.

Faintly buzzing, you whisper, "Ivory's glow..."

Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life says, "Oh okay."

You tilt your head curiously at the Liar.

Chancellor Farvu, the Gentle Wave whispers, "That is too bad, this hot chocolate is wonderful."

The Liar beams as they stand up a little straighter, dwarfing Mysrai as they beam down at Them with nothing but joy and love filling their face.

Tsakali, Pilgrim of Bodhi whispers to you, "More for the Liar."

Khasur Stormcrow heaves an audible sigh and rubs her eyes, strained participation stretched across her features. She settles lower on the vine she claimed as her seat and stares on, yawning.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks back up to Mysrai. "Have already reached out to Lady of Roses. Am supposing are running a little late, but is O-K!"

You have emoted: Gurashi looks over his shoulder, clearly fretting a bit.

Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh, Ma'lanas Runia says, "Regardless, we cannot move on until we hear the results of the contest that has just finished."

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Yeah!"

Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh, Ma'lanas Runia says, "Lady Haruspex, perhaps we should conclude?"

Khasur Stormcrow points at Kalaneya blandly and nods.

You have emoted: Gurashi points at Rancoura. "She is about to announce the winners!"

Xenthos tells you, "She is already paying attention."

Xenthos tells you, "These are Her woods, after all."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist, "Oh??"

Afollia gazes with compassion towards lady Stormcrow, before returning her gaze upon the events unfolding.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist, "... oh..."

Mysrai turns and sweeps Their infinite gaze across each mortal gathered in turn, pausing momentarily at Khasur Stormcrow and Nalurei in turn before continuing and finally coming to a full rotation. They offer no voice, but lower the Jackal's sceptre and lean back onto the Liar's enormous form, resting upon and nearly within their torso.

(The Shadow Kindred): You say, "Ommggggggg so cute."
(The Shadow Kindred): You say, "Liar and shofet are just so cry."

Muttering in a barely audible whisper, Kyalrhin Ysav'rai says, "I am regretting there are no bear beasts, now."

Rancoura draws her gaze at last from Mysrai, offering the Shofet a graceful bow, hand pressed to her chest before she straightens and returns her attentions to the crowd.

After a soft clearing of her throat, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers, "In third place for our contest of storytelling -- Seer Esei, with her tale of the woman and the talking tree."

You give a short gasp of elation.

You feel that Esei deserves some congratulation, and so you clap wildly.

Eliron congratulates Esei with some wild clapping.

Farvu congratulates Esei with some wild clapping.

Tsakali congratulates Esei with some wild clapping.

Esei blinks.

Spinner Afollia, the Grand Diviner says, "Congratulations dear."

Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life whispers to you, "Can I have the cookie then? It's okay if it's not glowing and ivory."

Seer Esei of the Ascending Dusk says, "Thank you."

Esri hugs Esei compassionately.

Khasur Stormcrow nods her head politely toward Esei.

Reyqae looks at you hopefully.

You give a powdery cookie shaped like a snowball to Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life.

Reyqae squeals in excitement.

Reyqae congratulates Esei with some wild clapping.

Reyqae thanks you profusely.

Rekath, Treant of the Wyrd whispers, "I believe I count as a talking tree?"

Esei gives Rekath the once-over, eyeing him suspiciously.

Seer Esei of the Ascending Dusk says, "Perhaps."

Reyqae grins smugly.

You have emoted: Gurashi falls quiet quickly, hand over his mouth to keep himself from rambling on again as he looks about the woods nervously.

Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life says, "HA I told you you were a tree."

Esei tilts their head curiously at you.

Lief folds her hands into her lap again, sparing a brief dip of her antlered head for Esei in acknowledgement.

Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life says, "You kept saying you weren't."

"Tsk, tsk," Reyqae says to Rekath as she waggles a finger at him.

Her voice flowing with a soft melody, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers, "In second, though many reported to have faced quite the difficult choice between this individual and our first place winner -- the Liar, with their tale of the strange wakabi."

Mysrai gives a wry smile that reveals the jagged fangs within Their mouth, reaching up to pat at the Liar's arm in a congratulatory, comforting manner even as the tae'dae looks moved to tears and does their best to still their wobbling lip.

Tsakali applauds the Liar heartily.

Eliron gives up a round of applause.

You give the Liar a wild cheer!

Reyqae congratulates the Liar with some wild clapping.

Tsakali, Pilgrim of Bodhi whispers to the Liar, "You had the best story about a duck."

Evette claps her hands together merrily.

Aknarin congratulates the Liar with some wild clapping.

Khasur Stormcrow inclines her head politely toward the Liar.

Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life says, "That was a GREAT story!"

Rekath, Treant of the Wyrd whispers, "I can't recall. The truth is always what it is at any given moment. You cannot hold me to anything you believe I may have said in the past."

Esri applauds the Liar heartily.

Spinner Afollia, the Grand Diviner says, "Congratulations."

Evette slips into a flame-wreathed stole of lustrous grey silk.

Eliron gives up a round of applause.

Reyqae flashes Rekath a joyous smile.

Lief lifts her hands to applaud the Liar, flashing them a brief but warm smile.

You have emoted: Gurashi chitters up at the Liar, clapping happily. "Congratulations! You earned it!"

Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life says to Rekath, "I like you."

Tridemon moves slightly closer to Nalurei, in a silent though unmistakable gesture of support toward the kelpie, seeming a touch more watchful than he had been even a few moments ago.

Clearing their throat and failing to not let it waver, the Liar says, "Th-thank you! I am sorry I did not know any Glomdoring like stories."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters, "//I see you across the room my dude, I appreciate the emotes lol."

Kalaneya chuckles softly with a throaty growl.

Midnight shadows coalesce around a new day, and Mother Night embraces the land in utter darkness.
It is now the 23rd of Shanthin, 548 years after the Coming of Estarra.
There are 32 days until the New Moon

You have emoted: Gurashi offers a lavender kerchief to the Liar consolingly. "Was great!"

Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh, Ma'lanas Runia says to the Liar, "You don't know us well enough then!"

Kalaneya winks conspiratorially at the Liar.

Nepenthe lifts one paw and gives the Liar a thumbs up, careful not to make eye contact with Mysrai, snuggled deeply in the Liar's fur.

The Liar takes the handkerchief and clutches it tightly, seemingly determined to not let their tears spill of their own accord.

Pausing for effect, Rancoura allows her gaze to move from visage to visage. "And the highest-voted storyteller of our Solstice Festival, having achieved the vast majority of votes by far--".

A ripple runs through Nalurei's form as she brings her flippers together in applause for the Liar.

In smooth, silken tones, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers, "Master Eliron, and his story of the young man and his curious cat."

You beam broadly at Eliron.

Farvu cheers wildly!

Reyqae gives Eliron a wild cheer!

Esei applauds Eliron heartily.

Afollia's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

Evette cheers wildly!

Aknarin gives Eliron a wild cheer!

Tsakali applauds Eliron heartily.

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

Chancellor Farvu, the Gentle Wave says, "A victory for cats everywhere!"

Kalaneya gives Eliron a peck on the cheek.

Spinner Afollia, the Grand Diviner says, "Well done, Minister Eliron."

Ilistala, an enormous leopard rubs up against Eliron, purring like a cat.

Esri gives Eliron a wild cheer!

Khasur Stormcrow bows politely to Eliron, and then applauds quietly.

You have emoted: Gurashi begins to clap for Eliron as well, chirping happily. "Was a wonderful wonderful story!!

Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh, Ma'lanas Runia smiles and says to Eliron, "Very well done, father!"

Lief gently applauds for Eliron.

The Liar waves their borrowed handkerchief through the air as they give Eliron some well-deserved cheers.
Eliron takes a deep bow and says, "Thank you all. I'm glad you enjoyed my story, and I hope you know I must, of course, credit my cat."

Eliron flashes a ghostly white grimalkin with void-black eyes a joyous smile.
A ghostly white grimalkin with void-black eyes rubs up against Eliron, purring like a cat.

Tsakali, Pilgrim of Bodhi says, "Is it a cat?"

Nalurei applauds once more, both for Eliron and the grimalkin.

Kind Nepenthe whispers to Kihr, "I like Eliron's story but I'm more of a dog person than a cat person."

Rekath, Treant of the Wyrd whispers, "The Glomdoring tends to enjoy stories more than most. By aspect of false memory. Please, come back with more wonderful lies another time. They're only lies if you believe they are."

Reyqae tugs urgently on Nepenthe's sleeve.

You have emoted: Gurashi beams, clapping his hands together and bobbing his head to Eliron.

Nepenthe stares blankly at Reyqae.

Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life whispers to Nepenthe, "What are your feelings on ducks?"

With a quick beat of her wings Reyqae rises to circle slowly around Nepenthe, studying him curiously.

Kihr says, "I think theirs was really good too though it has such detail and it was touching."

In smooth, silken tones, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers to Eliron, "A moment, and I shall bind the other portion of your prize."

Kind Nepenthe whispers to Reyqae, "Inferior to wakabis."

Reyqae giggles happily at Nepenthe.

The Liar smiles enchantingly at Rancoura, their cheer an odd match compared to the small, glowering Divine slowly sinking further into their fur.

You have emoted: Gurashi slowly looks down at his violin, adjusting the pegs once more, gaze drifting towards the Drums.

You think to yourself: The sound they made before...

You see the following people here:
Vanshi, Tridemon, Lief, Evette, Snald, Kihr, Tsakali, Nepenthe, Kyalrhin, Xenthos, Aknarin, Rancoura, Raimari, Farvu, Esei, Esri, Rekath, Eliron, Afollia, Mysrai, Tarken, Kalaneya, Reyqae, Gurashi.

Unfurling a package bound in swarthy silk, Rancoura presents a commemorative wyrden solstice journal to Eliron.

Tsakali nods at Eliron and grins with delight, tapping the side of their nose with a fingertip.
Evette congratulates Eliron with some wild clapping.

Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh, Ma'lanas Runia says, "Lovely!"

Eliron ponders a commemorative wyrden solstice journal thoughtfully, looking it up and down.

Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares says to Rancoura, "What a lovely journal, thank you."

Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life says, "Inedible, remember!"

Looking slightly worried at the situation, Reyqae quickly hides behind Tridemon.

Rekath, Treant of the Wyrd whispers, "Do you often harass the trees in the forest."

Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life says to Rekath, "I don't know, they usually don't tell me their opinions much."

Unfurling a package bound in swarthy silk, Rancoura presents a commemorative wyrden solstice journal to Eliron.

Kyalrhin's ears perk up as her attention turns towards Eliron.

You have emoted: Gurashi folds his arms across his torso again, exhaling a soft, whistling tone.

Nepenthe seems unable to avert his fascinated eyes from whatever is happening with the Liar and Mysrai, despite avoiding Mysrai's gaze.

In smooth, silken tones, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers to Eliron, "You are most welcome, Master Eliron."

You think to yourself: Am so happy.

You think to yourself: Am so happy...

Rekath, Treant of the Wyrd whispers, "You may wish to speak to someone about this strange habit of talking to trees."

Nalurei begins to follow Tridemon.

Kyalrhin gives a pained sigh.

Tridemon nods his head emphatically.

Reyqae grins mischievously at Rekath.

A clump of seaweed in the form of a dolphin glides out to the ether.

Eliron smiles wryly at Kyalrhin.

You blink.

Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares says, "Certainly all should see such fine work."

Eliron proudly shows off a commemorative wyrden solstice journal:
The soft, dark leather cover of this medium-sized journal is pressed
with a flattened wooden silhouette of the mighty Master Ravenwood Tree,
its thick, gnarled branches hung with cutout lanterns in which burn
dancing flames of shadowfire hued in gradients of mauve and ebony.
Standing torches circle the base of the Ravenwood, burning with the same
wyrden flames as the lanterns above, and a fine white dust has settled
over the entirety of the image, reminiscent of a pale winter snow. The
vellum pages within are a dull cream tinted with the palest shade of
violet and have been left unruled, inviting the author's imagination and
encouraging both sketches and written words. Stitched into the back
cover above a depiction of a black rose are the words, "In commemoration
of the Wyrden Solstice Festival, 548 CE."
It has no title and the author is listed as being Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares. It is written in the common tongue.