"It is your decision to make."

[[Me, hanging out with Pip and meeting Qoivhae's new pet, running errands, etc... about to go run errands IRL when suddenly-- ]]

The night sky flickers with pale skeins of light, the heart of a great web spreading across the firmament. The vague scent of roses permeates the air as the Lady of the Thorns returns to mortal perception.

You blink.

(Glomdoring): You say, "Many greetings, Lady of Roses."

(Glomdoring): Viravain says, "I trust the Glomdoring is well?"

(Glomdoring): Esri says, "Greetings Lady Viravain."

(Glomdoring): Afollia (from the Aetherways) says, "As well as can be my Lady."

(Glomdoring): Evette (from the Aetherways) says, "I believe so."

(Glomdoring): Esei says, "Tidings, Lady Viravain."

(Glomdoring): You say, "Think we are A-O-K, yes."

(Glomdoring): Viravain says, "Indeed."

(Glomdoring): You say, "How are You, Miss Lady of Roses?"

Midnight shadows coalesce around a new day, and Mother Night embraces the land in utter darkness.
It is now the 20th of Estar, 550 years after the Coming of Estarra.
There are 5 days until the New Moon

(Glomdoring): Viravain says, "The roots dig deep this evening. The Web grows."

You think to yourself: The web grows...

(Glomdoring): You say, "Oh! That is good!"

(Glomdoring): Esri says, "That sounds lovely."

<-- little bit of running around, then Viravain appeared at MR!

Before the Master Ravenwood Tree.
The dark heart of Glomdoring Forest is almost audibly beating in this, its shadowy centre. Tall, blackened trees surround this clearing, pressing together into an imposing barrier of rotten vegetation. Moulds and fungi are smeared across the plants, their pungent stench suffusing the forest. The branches are coated in dark slime, slick tendrils that hang downwards. Although a variety of trees might actually grow here, the black tar that coats them renders them indistinguishable. A thin black mist creeps between the trees, hanging low across the ground. The floor of the clearing itself is simply bare earth, cracked and dry. Overshadowing all is the Master Ravenwood Tree itself, jutting into the sky like a twisted fist. The sound of laughing crows echoes down from the treetops, a harsh sound for the ears below. The atmosphere vibrates with a palpable power. Brennan Stormcrow paces here, his cadaverous body twitching with sudden jerks. The Master Ravenwood Tree towers over everything here, pulsing with an immeasurable yet dark power. Proselyte Vanshi, the Shadow-Edged is here. She wields a kaleidoscopic shield of fractal flowers in her left hand. Initiate to the Tah'vrai, Azper is here. They wield a nature talisman in their left hand. Viravain, Lady of the Thorns gazes down from atop a glorious throne of black roses, Her gaze taking in everything here. She wields a wickedly curved scythe with both hands. Seer Esei of the Ascending Dusk floats here, suffusing the air with the sickly-sweet scent of blackthorn blossoms. They wield an athame dagger of dusk in their left hand.
You see a single exit leading north.

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.

You see the following people here:
Vanshi, Esei, Azper, Viravain, Gurashi.

LOOK VIRAVAIN
She is a radiant immortal and is possessed by a ghostly countenance that haunts the very depths of Her being. Shimmering hair the colour of a harsh winter's snow spills over Her shoulders and down Her back in a straight fall, meticulously twisted into a loose plait mid-back with a single bit of silver thread. Striking pale blue eyes are deep set within Her youthful face, haunted and fathomless as they rarely stay focused in a single place. As befitting Her youthful appearance, Her figure is slight and willowy and each of Her arms is slender, ending in sylphlike fingers and meticulously sculpted nails. Dark shadows swarm sinuously at the corners of Her slender silhouette, their movements manifesting a phantasm of bewitching grace.
She is wearing:
an earring fashioned from a feather of Crow through Her left ear
an exquisite, intricately webbed black rose brooch nestles against Her chest, holding closed Her cloak
a tenebrous gown of manifold shadows
a ghastly white silk pouch draped lightly around Her waist
an earring fashioned from a feather of Crow through Her right ear
a crown of midnight black roses rests atop Her head, black vines twisting into the white tresses of Her hair
a hooded cloak of stygian darkness billows around Her like living shadows, drifting in slow-moving waves.

You blink.

Tilting Her head, one hand digging into the throne, Viravain, Lady of the Thorns says, "And how do we serve the Wyrd this day?"

You have emoted: Gurashi stares at Viravain as he emerges from the roots below, then quickly drops to a bow.

Evette curtseys gracefully.

Caohite curtseys gracefully.

Rising slowly, you say to Viravain, "Many greetings, Miss Lady of Roses."

You think to yourself: The play...

You have emoted: Gurashi smiles weakly.

Her voice like wind through the underbrush, Viravain, Lady of the Thorns says to you, "The play?"

Faintly buzzing, you say to Viravain, "....oh, uh."

Caohite beckons to Razhril.

You hear a rustling and turn to see Esri emerging from the undergrowth.

Esri hugs you compassionately.

Hands gently folded together, you say to Viravain, "Many apologies."

Caohite curtseys gracefully.

Razhril leaves, following Proselyte Caohite, Umbrated Ivory.

Viravain settles back against the throne of roses, Her eyes scanning the gathering.

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

From amidst the boughs of the Glomdoring, the voices of crows rise in unanimous, mocking derision.

In a hushed yet warm voice, Disciple of the Thorned Willow Esri, Proselyte of the Awakening says, "Greetings everyone."

You blink.

Gently, you say to Viravain, "Uhm - was invited to attend an event in Serenwildes later this month, so... will be there, seeing what is they want me to see..."

Viravain lifts a slender brow, Her expression unreadable.

You have emoted: Gurashi scratches the side of his beak. "Is weird that invited because am still technically enemy. But will be good chance to speak highly of Wyrd."

You click your mandibles together energetically, chittering to yourself.

Counting on his fingers, you say to Viravain, "Oh! And am doing more things for Guild so that can help new Thornwatch peoples be better Wyrdenkins, yes."

You have emoted: Gurashi trails off, still pressing on the finger he was counting upon. "Er..."

Rekath exhales slowly, allowing a long fluid breath to creep from his lungs.
Evette sways back and forth.

You twiddle your thumbs.

Esri ponders the situation.

Crowvalier Rekath, Treant of the Wyrd says, "Oh."

Rekath perks up as he noticed Viravain, and offers a proper half-bow.

Crowvalier Rekath, Treant of the Wyrd says, "Hello, my Lady. I did not notice You there."

Viravain gives a midnight black rose wrapped in spider silk to you.

You blink.

LOOK ROSE
Deep and dark velvet petals grace the black rose, which holds a mysterious and eloquent scent. Pale webbing drapes along its stem as if it wore a spider's cloak, and wicked thorns protrude in regular intervals.

Brennan Stormcrow hands a shadowcatcher web to Rekath.

You have emoted: Gurashi takes the rose gently, looking at it close.

(The Shadow Kindred): Esei says, "Pollinate."
(The Shadow Kindred): You say, "POLLINATE."
(The Shadow Kindred): Afollia (from the Aetherways) says, "Please save the log, I'm afraid I'm distracted right now by life. But I do wish to see Gurashi's polinate."
(The Shadow Kindred): You say, "AFOLLIA."

Her voice deep and low, Viravain, Lady of the Thorns says to you, "Give that to the Northern Wood. A gift from Me."

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Oh..."

You blink.

Crowvalier Rekath, Treant of the Wyrd says, "If you'll excuse me, I need to collect shadows. We're short an elder."

Esri beams broadly at you.

Viravain gestures vaguely toward Rekath.

Rekath inclines his head politely to those around him.

Rekath bows respectfully to Viravain. <-- leaves

Quietly, you ask Viravain, "To anyone, or... the Wood itself?"

Lifting Her lips into a faint smile, Viravain, Lady of the Thorns says to you, "It is your decision to make."

You have emoted: Gurashi watches Viravain closely, holding the rose as if it might break at any second.

Showing that you understand, you nod your head slowly towards Viravain.

With a shy nod, you say to Viravain, "Yes, my Lady."

Viravain settles back against the throne again, Her scythe held loosely in Her right hand. "What of the festival? Were seeds planted?"

Esei purses their lips, deep in thought.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks up from the rose, lowering his hands. "Uhm - do hope so!" He suddenly perks up. "The visitors from Serenwildes had a most wonderful time. And even allies who had never been commented on how nice it was to be here, my Lady!" He chitters excitedly.

Free hands clasped together, you say to Viravain, "If would allow would love to do something again like it in future!"

Staring forward, unblinking, Viravain replies, "And are we nourishing those seeds?" She lifts Her left hand in greeting to the giant black widows that have crept forward from the shadows.

Crowvalier Rekath, Treant of the Wyrd says, "Before I process these feathers, does anyone need a cloak?" <--returned to MR while powerquesting

Esei shakes their head at Rekath.

In a hushed yet warm voice, Disciple of the Thorned Willow Esri, Proselyte of the Awakening says, "I am not in need of a claok."

Evette shakes her head at Rekath.

Rekath ponders Vanshi thoughtfully, looking her up and down.

Holding a black crow's feather, Rekath caws loudly and begins rolling it back and forth between his palms. The feather splits into two, then four, then eight, binding together until a cloak of crow feathers is created.

Vanshi sways back and forth.

Rekath gives a cloak of crow feathers to Proselyte Vanshi, the Shadow-Edged.

You blink.

Lowering his voice a little, you say, "Oh, uhm, - yes..."

Viravain turns Her gaze sharply upon Rekath.

Esei tilts their head and listens intently to you.

Showing that she understands, Vanshi nods her head slowly.

A feral smile lifting upon Her lips, Viravain, Lady of the Thorns says to Rekath, "Perhaps we can allow My visit to be less mundane, hmm? I asked the forest a question and I expect an answer."

Rekath looks towards Viravain with a confused cant to his head.

You have emoted: Gurashi starts to respond again, but is quickly distracted by Rekath and Viravain's attention to him, mandibles clicking.

Quietly, Crowvalier Rekath, Treant of the Wyrd says, "Ah. Yes. Of course. I must have missed that."

You think to yourself: Am working on it...

You think to yourself: Is small steps but am doing best, yes.

You think to yourself: Will ... nourish others's love of the Glomdoring...

You have emoted: Gurashi chitters softly to himself.

Viravain leans forward in Her throne, Her green eyes returning to meet yours. "It is not your burden alone, Gurashi An'Ryshe."

You tilt your head and listen intently to Viravain.

You think to yourself: ... ah ...

Rekath twitches spasmodically.

Hefting the scythe into both of Her hands, Viravain says, Her voice echoing from all around you, "Gurashi is under the impression that sowing the wyrden seeds falls to him, and him alone. Is this so, Glomdoring?" She tilts Her head, Her lips unmoving although Her voice continues. "Does the spread of My Wyrd remain with one prophet?"

You see the following people here:
Vanshi, Rekath, Evette, Esri, Esei, Viravain, Azper, Gurashi.

Esei shakes their head.

Evette shakes her head.

Vanshi shakes her head.

You think to yourself: Prophet.

You think to yourself: No, am bug!

In a hushed yet warm voice, Disciple of the Thorned Willow Esri, Proselyte of the Awakening says to Viravain, "That is not the case My Lady."

Viravain's gaze grows fixed, the icy depths glowing with pinpricks of baleful shadowfire.

Suddenly, as if to be reassuring, you say to Viravain, "Are all very helpful in spreading the Wyrd!"

Evette chews on her lip, deep in thought.

Softly, the shadowfire building around Her, Viravain, Lady of the Thorns says, "Remember, My Forest -- our gift is beauty. We are the Glomdoring, Is it not the most beautiful creation in all of the First World?"

You have emoted: Gurashi nods quickly to Viravain.

Esei nods solemnly.

Evette nods her head affirmatively at Viravain.

In a hushed yet warm voice, Disciple of the Thorned Willow Esri, Proselyte of the Awakening says to Viravain, "It is everyone place within the Wry to spread the seed of the Wyrd."

In a hushed yet warm voice, Disciple of the Thorned Willow Esri, Proselyte of the Awakening says, "To Viravina you and you precious Glomdoring are the most beautiful in all the land."

Cheerily, Crowvalier Rekath, Treant of the Wyrd says, "It's the only place worth going in this world. Nothing else matters."

Quietly, you say to Viravain, "Am sorry for speaking out of turn, but - many gathered here helped with executing the Festivals, and are always jumping into dangerous situations to defend the Woods from raiders..."

Viravain lifts Her scythe above Her head and cuts down ravenwood feathers. She watches as they fall, a youthful mirth suffusing Her features as they drift to the forest floor. "All of you will tend to the forest. You are the guardians of My wood." Staring forward again, "What shall we do to bring the Wyrd to the Basin of Life?"

You think to yourself: Start by bringing peoples to the Wyrd...

You have emoted: Gurashi watches Viravain move, taking a polite step back.

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

Viravain's eyes twinkle enchantingly at you.

You tilt your head curiously at Viravain.

The corners of Esri's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.

You have emoted: Gurashi chitters softly again to himself, looking at those gathered.

Viravain, Lady of the Thorns says, "The Wyrd is unfathomable. You see it in the way the ravenwood feathers slink to the ground, a dizzying dance of beauty and grace. You breathe it when you wake and when you sleep."

You think to yourself: ... somebody else say something, heck.

The sound of drums rings violently in the air before falling back to a hushed rhythm.

Evette sways back and forth.

Viravain, Lady of the Thorns says, "The festival was a feat of gardening, demonstrating how deeply the Wyrden Wood grows within the hearts of all shards."

In a hushed yet warm voice, Disciple of the Thorned Willow Esri, Proselyte of the Awakening says to Viravain, "We shall share and create seeds with beauty of the Wyrd."

You have emoted: Gurashi smiles weakly.

You think to yourself: When you wake... when sleep... is very true.

Beginning to stand, the throne receding into the Master Ravenwood from whence it came, Viravain utters, "Now that the seeds are planted, My Forest, water them -- in blood and beauty. Do not lose the momentum you have created, for winter will come, slow and creeping, and wash away the work you've done."

Esei nods solemnly.

Esri ponders the situation.

Showing that she understands, Vanshi nods her head slowly.

The wind whistles eerily through the branches overhead.

You feel the tender caress of a hand upon your cheek, cold and motherly. Although Her hands do not move from Her scythe, you know the touch came from Her.

Esei blinks slowly.

Esri flashes Viravain a joyous smile.

Evette smiles softly.

Vanshi smiles softly.

Viravain, Lady of the Thorns says, "Do we defend a border here? Or do we seek to press the Wyrd into the hearts of all who look upon the Glomdoring?"

You blush furiously.

Faded motes of green impinge on the chill blue of Viravain's eyes, and a strange youth suffuses Her features.

You think to yourself: Will not slip backwards...

Dyson Calithel shouts, "I do not worship Mysrai willingly!"

Viravain's eyes twinkle enchantingly at Esei.

Faintly buzzing, you say to Viravain, "We press on... with the Wyrd, my Lady."

You chitter at Viravain with energetic clicks of your mandibles.

Viravain, Lady of the Thorns says, "You know what to do, My Glomdoring. Our strength is in more than our blades."

Coiling sinuously about Her petite frame, stygian shadows cloak Viravain in an unnatural darkness and evanesce into the aether, leaving behind only the faintest scent of roses.

You crease your brow in a frown.

Evette closes her eyes and inhales deeply, absorbing the scent of her surroundings.

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

Viravain, Lady of the Thorns has bestowed Her divine truefavour upon you. It will last for 5 months.

Seer Esei of the Ascending Dusk murmurs, "One of Mother Night's tenets is manipulation, after all."

Evette beams broadly.

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

The melodious voice of Evette resonates in your mind, "Is there something I can assist you with?"

In a hushed yet warm voice, Disciple of the Thorned Willow Esri, Proselyte of the Awakening says, "Lady Viravain is gone."

Vanshi sways back and forth.

Evette flashes Vanshi a joyous smile.

You have emoted: Gurashi stares off into space, his mandibles clicking coming to a stop.

In a hushed yet warm voice, Disciple of the Thorned Willow Esri, Proselyte of the Awakening says, "I am sure whe will be back soon."

Esri hugs you compassionately.

Primordial Scourge Evette D'Rose says to Vanshi, "You sway also, do you hear the shadowbeat in your head as well?"

Suddenly, you say, "Am sorry. Please excuse." <--leaves to go shopping lol