"One forest for another?"

Before Avechna the Avenger.
A vast temple surrounds the gargantuan stone form of Avechna the Avenger. The building is a massive structure of gleaming hardwood columns and cross-beams, topped by an enormous domed roof. Carved into the wood are superb illustrations of Avechna battling an ancient malevolence that at one time threatened all of creation. These depictions are quite vivid, and through a clever set of lines the form of Kethuru seems to twist and change depending on the angle from which it is viewed. Also carved into the supports are ancient words, a promise of continued vigilance against all injustice. An aura of throbbing power pervades the air surrounding Avechna. Avechna the Avenger towers before you, radiating a powerful aura. The shrouded form of a wight floats ominously in the air here. Muginn, the ghost-feathered crow perches here, eyeing the area suspiciously. Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs with an Angel face stands surrounded by a wild fragrance, flickering images of wildflowers shimmering about their body. They wield a pair of diamond shears in their left hand and a finely-crafted violin in their right hand.
You see exits leading east and down.

A mugwump pilgrim says, "Oh, I thank you, Cheliyi! You have been most kind to lead me up the Peak. Here, please take this small amount of gold as a gesture of my thanks."
A mugwump pilgrim gives you a small bag of gold, then departs to an alcove for private meditations.

You blink.
The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across your lips as you glance at Velcora.
You give Velcora a friendly squeeze.

Velcora's mouth turns up as their face breaks into a smile.
Velcora bows respectfully to you.

Softly, you say, "Hello hello, yes."

In a husky grunt, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "How are you, friend?"

They are a menacing orclach fragrant demigod changeling. Their skin is brownish gray, but with an orangey tint in some areas. They have a bit of a snout, and sharp, protruding teeth. Their form is muscular, broad, and stocky. They have piercing emerald eyes. Tattooed on their fingers is an illustration of buzzing yellow bees dripping with pollen. A lush fragrance dances about them as they stands awash in the wild, prismatic colours of a truefavour from Maylea, Bloom of Serenity.
They are wearing:
a translucent crystal bindi
a pair of thin spectacles
clear quartz prayer beads
an ethereal bluebell earring through their right eyebrow
a golden gown of illusory illustrations
an elegant pink rose
a dazzling petal cloak
the Flame of dae'Seren.

The hollow voice of Millien reverberates in your mind, "Heheh, yeah I'm livin' out that way."

Glancing up at her with a curious gaze, you say, "... I am okay, yes. Well. Not -okay- okay, but... fine."

Velcora ponders for a moment and says "Hrm..."
Velcora creases their brow in a frown.

Squinting, you ask, "Are you a different shape this month?"

In a husky grunt, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "Is something amiss?"
Velcora nods their head emphatically.

You nod your head sagely.

In a husky grunt, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "I very much am."

You glance askance.

Velcora coughs softly.
In a husky grunt, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "Much."
In a husky grunt, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "Do you dislike it?"

A pale pink light cloaks Velcora briefly, emanating from a gaudy glamrock. When it withdraws, they stands in an extravagant pose, demonstrating their new outfit.

You have emoted: Cheliyi glances at the shadows and shadowfire clinging to her skin and grimaces, before glancing up at Velcora with a surprised expression.
You shake your head.
Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you say, "It is you. Why would I dislike it if it is you?"

---> new clothes are pretty

They are a menacing orclach fragrant demigod changeling. Their skin is brownish gray, but with an orangey tint in some areas. They have a bit of a snout, and sharp, protruding teeth. Their form is muscular, broad, and stocky. They have piercing emerald eyes. Tattooed on their fingers is an illustration of buzzing yellow bees dripping with pollen. A lush fragrance dances about them as they stands awash in the wild, prismatic colours of a truefavour from Maylea, Bloom of Serenity.
They are wearing:
a translucent crystal bindi
a pair of thin spectacles
clear quartz prayer beads
the Flame of dae'Seren
a black shirt of musical notes
an ethereal bluebell earring through her right eyebrow
a pair of soft black leather ankle boots
a lavender-hued flower belt
a bard's performance cloak
a pair of white pants with pink flowers.

Velcora's mouth turns up as their face breaks into a smile.
In a husky grunt, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "I do not know."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Millien Myeras, "Right, right. Still I hope things are going okay in the city? I remember hearing that you guys -have- to party, for some reason."

The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across your lips.
You have emoted: Cheliyi glances away, her gaze trailing the various illustrations on the temple walls.

The hollow voice of Millien reverberates in your mind, "Oh, there's some long celebration goin' on is all."
The hollow voice of Millien reverberates in your mind, "I don't really do big get-togethers so I'm not really in on it."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Millien Myeras, "That is fair, yes."

After a long pause, you say, "I am leaving Glomdoring. Not -yet-, but... I have decided. So."

Velcora opens their eyes wide with shock.

In a husky grunt, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "Truly?"

Fainter, you say, "Mm."

In a husky grunt, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "May I ask why?"
In a husky grunt, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "May I ask if you know where you will go when you leave?"
In a husky grunt, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "I...I am sorry. That must be a very difficult decision."

Simply, although her frown betrays the complexity, you say, "I was stagnating. I... I do not know, where I will go. Perhaps Celest."

Comprehension flashes across Velcora's face.
Velcora nods solemnly.

You glance askance.

In a husky grunt, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "I suppose I cannot convince you to come to the forest? To trade one forest for another...very different one."

The hollow voice of Millien reverberates in your mind, "Y'been alright tho'?"

A wry smile spreads across Velcora's face.
In a husky grunt, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "It would be perhaps...exciting?"

You have emoted: Cheliyi smiles faintly, and shrugs. "Perhaps. Perhaps not. I will... have to see, yes. Mother Moonhart would not be quick to welcome me, no."

In a husky grunt, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "I think the mother would welcome you...and I would certainly welcome you of course. It would be very nice to have you in the Serenwilde forest. And I think you would like it there. But..."

The hollow voice of Millien reverberates in your mind, "Eh? What's happenin'? If y'wanna share, anyway. I kin' drop it if not."

In a husky grunt, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "I know it would be an adjustment. And I imagine many of your friends and family would not approve, no."

Smiling sadly, you say, "Mm. And, well. As muchly as I like Serenwilde, I cannot bring myself to harm home, no. It is something we would not agree on."

Velcora nods solemnly.
Velcora creases their brow in a frown.
Velcora gives a pained sigh.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Millien Myeras, "I can share, yes. But it is a bit of a long story, yes."

You give Velcora a friendly squeeze.
Velcora's mouth turns up as their face breaks into a smile.

Softly, you say, "Thank you for caring."

In a husky grunt, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "I care very much."

Smiling a little stronger, you say, "And I appreciate it, yes."

Velcora's mouth turns up as their face breaks into a smile.
Velcora nods their head emphatically.

The hollow voice of Millien reverberates in your mind, "Only what yer comfortable with, mind."

A golden retriever pants heavily, his tail wagging enthusiastically.

In a husky grunt, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "If I can help in no other way, I'm always happy to listen."

Velcora takes a sticky piece of caramel from a fesix bag of carrying.
Velcora takes a rice-paper wrapped candy from a fesix bag of carrying.
Velcora gives a sticky piece of caramel to you.
Velcora gives a rice-paper wrapped candy to you.

Keeping a menacing yet watchful eye over the surrounding area, an abyssal jackal skylantern floats overhead.

You blink.
You smile gently, frills puffing with joy.
You hug Velcora as best as you can, pulling them into a tight embrace.

Velcora takes a striped orchid from a fesix bag of carrying.
Velcora hugs you tightly in return.

Leaning into her chest, you whisper, "Thanks, yes."

Overhead, a skylantern brightens the environs with a fiery glow in the shape of scrambling cinder crawlers.

In a husky grunt, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs whispers, "I hope I can always be here for you."

Pulling away with a smile, you say, "And the same to you, yes."

Velcora beams broadly.

You are exhausted and open your mouth in an enormous yawn.
Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you say, "I should get going, yes."

You give Velcora a friendly squeeze.
You wave goodbye.

Velcora's mouth turns up as their face breaks into a smile.
Velcora gives you a friendly squeeze.
In a husky grunt, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "Take care."