Broken Again

<-- Following the events of the beginning of the month... Gurashi was keeping their eyes out for their most favorite persons to wake up...

LOOK ME
They are a feathered trill kindly demigod changeling. Downy plumes of vibrant orange cascade in a tumble around their head, the cluster of feathers stopping just short of their shoulders and moving at the slightest breeze. A cluster of snow-white feathers grow near their right temple. A natural mask of downy black feathers have sprouted around their eyes, covering the upper portion of their face and fading in with the colorful orange feathers at the hairline and temples. A moderately-sized, crescent-shaped scar mars their right cheek, pink where it would otherwise be black. A hint of discolored flesh can be seen at the center of their sternum, mostly obscured by their clothing. Two tufts of feathers gather where their ears would normally be, adorned by long, curling feathers that react to their mood. Their eyes are wide and inquisitive, a stunning gray that looks almost blue against the bright orange and striking black feathers. They stand just shy of six foot even, with a thin, willowy build, their skin sandy and smooth. Hanging half-limp behind them are a pair of great apricot-colored wings, the covert feathers nearest to their back the same ebony-violet as the feathers that cover their brow and cheekbones. Their wings are sleek and shiny, evidence of recent grooming efforts. Moth-like wings of sheer power radiate away from their back in nightmarish waves of bizarre hues. A shifting pearlescence graces their skin as they walk with the truefavour of Carakhan, Sculptor of Waves.
They are wearing:
a starry wreath of celestial light set atop their head like a halo
a circlet of crystal thorns resting loosely atop their head
a vivid red-orange poppy tucked lovingly behind their left ear
an indigo scarf dotted with lambent fireflies worn loosely around their shoulders
the Mantle of Starlight which flows dreamily about their shoulders and back
a sleeveless black tunic which clings to their upper body flatteringly
mercurial Mysraian prayer beads pulled taut against their right wrist
a Glomdoring friendship bracelet which jingles softly on their left wrist
minty citrus incense beads pulled taut against their right wrist
a shifting, living poppy of saffron petals worn delicately upon their left wrist
a driftwood ring of sea breezes fitted tightly to their left middle finger
simple white linen trousers which swish around their legs freely
Refined Boots of the Paladin, worn and weathered from use.

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters has entered the realm of Lusternia.

In an airy, melodic voice, you whisper, "... Tr..."

Your melodic voice sings into Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters's mind, "*all at once you feel them there, though they do not speak, colors hanging brightly, anxiously*."

The melodious voice of Tridemon resonates in your mind, "*Silence that rises to static, and a sudden snap of crystal before silence returns.*."

Your melodic voice sings into Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters's mind, "*there is continued stunned silence, the very aethers feeling weighted*."

Your melodic voice sings into Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters's mind, "... I am coming in."

<-- fucking RUN

That Terrible Room.
Made almost entirely out of a dark, reddish wood, this home is not a particularly welcoming one. The walls and floor are bare of any personal touches, save for where footsteps have worn down the wood of the floor, and a bit of the doorjamb off to the south which has several grooves worn smooth in it, evidence of hundreds, if not thousands of habitual touches. Abandoned here, a bright white staff topped by a shining pearl awaits its wielder. Tridemon is here, looking quite miserable.
You see exits leading south and down (closed door).

LOOKIT MY MANS D: D: D:
He is a crystalline lucidian tidebourne demigod and his body is a strange combination of colours. Most of him is a deep violet colour, while his left arm is a combination of oceanic shades of deep blues and greens, shifting in a rhythmic, tidally slow dance, with ridges funning from his wrist to elbow in a pattern resembling swirling, stylised waves. In addition, it appears that his fingers of his left hand, including his thumb, have an extra joint, tapering off to sharp- but not narrow- points. He doesn't have hair so much as sculpted spikes of crystal, flaring back along his skull almost like plumage. He also presents an odd form of heterochromia in his eyes, with his right eye simply being a somewhat darker violet as much of his crystalline flesh, while his left eye is broken up into three jagged sections, each approximately a third of the visible surface of his eye, showing amber, emerald and opal segments, with pupils occupying both the emerald and amber. A shifting pearlescence graces his skin as he walks with the truefavour of Carakhan, Sculptor of Waves.
Resembling an entity from the cosmic planes, his head is wreathed in undulating strands of shimmering cosmic fire. Attuned to his moods, the chromatic waves are in constant flux, from rising up in a halo of incandescent anger to streaming back in ripples of pleasure.
He is wearing:
an Elemental Cloak
a pearlescent aspergillum
a circlet of smooth stones slowly rotating around his head in a pattern as steady as the tides
a resonating lens of cascading patterns
A Silk Mask of Amusement
a hollow wedding band filled with sapphire-infused liquid
a resplendent amberlight blossom
the Mantle of Starlight
Thalassic Prayer Beads of the Sculptor of Waves wrapped around his left forearm, partially fused with the flesh there
a pair of thin spectacles worn slightly too low on his face to actually cover the entirety of his eyes
a symbol of Carakhan
a Celestian friendship bracelet
a ring of calming hues
a parafilament saddlebag
a silver necklace set with star sapphires
a delicate violet chrysanthemum brooch
bright white robes of platinum waves
a dark pearl pocket watch with a clover charm
Urlach's Black Gauntlet
a Brooch of the Elements
an elegant crimson briefcase
an amethyst crown representing the wine-dark sea
a weathered pair of travelling boots
a Runed Crown of Divine Light
a mark of Carakhan
an elegant knot of crystalline filaments
a suspiciously mundane wallet
a delicate white ring.

Tridemon is slumped here with gray streaks through his entire body and a massive crack running across his face, and smaller cracks radiating up through the collar of his robes along his neck, and along his right arm.

You blanch suddenly.

You have emoted: Gurashi is at Tridemon's side in a second, collapsing to their knees beside him with a warble and gasp. "Tridemon...!"

Tridemon barely looks up, flecks of crystal falling off of his face as his eyes focus on you.

You think to yourself: *the dread that lingered upon their arrival is suddenly replaced utterly and fully with shock, shock and horror and disbelief, then - fear, bright white blinding fear*.

You have emoted: Gurashi's plumage ruffles up in distress and they throw their arms around the lucidian, then pull back, both clinging to and seeming afraid to cling to Tridemon. "Dear one! Dear one, dearly one dear Tridemon no! What's happened?!" Their hands fly to Tridemon's face, cupping his cheeks, desperately keeping any crystal that flakes off in place. "Tride...!"

You think to yourself: *desperate - anxious desperation blinded by fear, then anger, then hurt - did she talk to him? did she hurt him? did it hurt him? did make it worse? too many questions flying through their mind, but no - no, must keep him whole and together*.

Tridemon's left arm wraps itself around you, desperately tight as bits of crystal continue to fall away, though curiously the crack doesn't seem to be getting any deeper.

You have emoted: Fat, hot tears spill out from Gurashi's already puffy, red eyes as they let out a sob, cradling Tridemon's face, wings wrapping around him as they feel his arm wrap around their body. "Am sorry," They warble, bringing their forehead to Tridemon's. "Am sorry - am sorry, so very sorry."

You fold your wings around Tridemon's body, wrapping him in a feathered embrace.

With a rasp that includes something cracking deep in his throat, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Gone..."

You think to yourself: *rosy skeins of pink and gold attempt to push through the white, listening for the sound of your voice over the terrible din of blood rushing in their ears*.

You have emoted: Gurashi pulls back, their expression twisted with confusion and tears.

You have emoted: Gurashi scans Tridemon's face, still cupping his face. They glance towards the staff on the ground, then look at the lucidian again.

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters thinks to himself: *A sudden twisting pain deep in his chest, like shards of bone driven into flesh.*.

You sense the passage of Cheliyi to the south with a fluffy pair of ursine ears.

Tridemon shrinks back slightly as another low crack sounds out in his chest, right arm limp while the left keeps itself wrapped tightly around you, clinging.

In an airy, melodic voice, you exclaim, "Ah...!"

A shifting, living poppy of indigo petals begins to vibrate silently before its petals suddenly fold inwards. Just as suddenly the petals begin to unfurl again this time being the colour of brilliant saffron.

The melodious voice of Cheliyi resonates in your mind, "**a quiet mental nudge, almost as if knocking on a door as you see the mugwump stand on her tip-toes from beyond the doorway**."

You have emoted: Gurashi folds their arms and wings desperately around the lucidian, as if it might keep him together. "It is O-K," They croon sadly between cries. "It will be O-K..."

Lovingly, you say to Tridemon, "Am here - promise, I promise..."

You think to yourself: *sad, sad, /sad/ always was afraid this would happen why must this happen-- not to him, not... *.

Your melodic voice sings into Slakened Cheliyi, Novitiate of Purity's mind, "*what you see is a disturbing scene, the staff Tridemon normally wields abandoned on the ground - the lucidian is sitting there, slumped forward, his normal violet coloration gone gray, cracks running through his body, left arm wrapped around your trill of a father, who desperately clutches the lucidian close, whispering something you cannot hear*."

Weeping, you ask, "D-do ... I .. sh-should I get..." They hiccup, "w-water?"

Another crack sounds from his right side, and Tridemon doesn't even flinch as the finger that holds his wedding band falls off entire.

Tridemon barely manages to wrap his remaining fingers around the ring before it falls.

Cheliyi enters from the south, a thin sheen of water rippling outward from every step.

Cheliyi slips in as quietly as she can, pale as a sheet. She glances down at the broken finger with even wider eyes, her breath hitching.

You have emoted: Gurashi lets out a terrible cry as the digit breaks off entirely, attempting to help catch, to remedy, clutching the right hand between both of theirs and pulling it to their chest.

Tridemon squeezes the ring entirely too tight as one of the dead gray shards pierces his palm, blood dripping down his knuckles.

Slakened Cheliyi, Novitiate of Purity thinks to herself: Nononononono you can't do that you can't leave are you dying please don't die please do not I need you please stop hurting.

You think to yourself: *miserable, miserable, remembering the awkward tension standing before the white-feathered trill - she knows, she knows, why, why why--*.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Tridemon--."

Cheliyi scurries over to Tridemon's unoccupied side, silently grabbing at his robe as she moves to unpry the fingers that dig the shards in deeper..

You have emoted: Gurashi's fingers work their way gently within Tridemon's, attempting to align the broken digit of a ring finger to the spot it snapped off of, hiccuping and sobbing like a child as they do so, aided by Cheliyi's efforts.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say to Tridemon, "I am sorry - I-I... I ..."

You think to yourself: *tired and desperate, stretched thin - he must know, needs to know, how muchly you love him yes - how much, how /very/ much*.

Tridemon's hand opens, the ring bouncing down onto the wooden floor, rolling a few inches from his foot.

Tridemon drops a hollow wedding band filled with sapphire-infused liquid.

You have emoted: Gurashi hiccups again, then leans down, gently kissing the hand upon the knuckles where it had shattered, still not-quite aligned, barely held there by their own efforts.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks at the wedding ring, their ears flattening.

Cheliyi pauses as the ring clinks against the wooden floor, her gaze following it until it rolls to a stop. Then, without hesitation, she pulls the shards and shrapnel from Tridemon's bloody palm, expression falling into an intense focus. Almost as if she did it on a regular basis, she pulls out a small roll of bandages, wrapping up the lucidian's palm expertly to prevent further damage.

You think to yourself: *hurts - everything still /hurts/ from before - what do you do? how to make it better, this horrible hyperbolic scenario come true come to fruition and they are /helpless/ to do anything*.

Warbling pitiably, you whisper, "Tridemon..."

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "She.... left."

You have emoted: Gurashi's ears are still flat as they stare at Tridemon, watching.

Slakened Cheliyi, Novitiate of Purity thinks to herself: **the sound of Dad's cries like a knife straight to your heart, but no, the pain makes you focus, t h i n k. you are not losing either of thems, and it will not be for a stupid ring. anger, sparking in your chest and spreading to your limbs, whoever she is, does not DESERVE your Mister Dad.**.

Weakly, you say, "Miss..."

Cheliyi says nothing, continuing to gently minister to Tridemon's wounds.

Tridemon curls up a little bit more, letting his hand be bandaged, some of the smaller cracks sealing on their own, but none of the color is returning to him.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks at the wedding ring, then at Tridemon's hand, at Cheliyi working at it, finally at the lucidian's face, tears still streaming down their face. They look like they are at a loss for words, their left wing limp, the right still wrapped around Tridemon, akin to the arm wrapped around their midsection.

Swallowing hard, you say, "... Miss A..." They struggle to say the name, "...A...yi..."

You think to yourself: *the white-feathered trill giving you a look, a /look/ oh my Gods she /knows/*.

Slakened Cheliyi, Novitiate of Purity thinks to herself: **a flicker of recognition in the back of your mind, ah, a target. no, focus.**.

You think to yourself: *--a rush, an anxious, dizzying rush remembering earlier - thought was maybe a nightmare - maybe was not real but no this is /very/ real--*.

Tridemon clings harder to you with his left hand, the pointed ends of his fingers gripping your clothes tightly.

Finally, faintly, you say, "...I met... her, before..."

You have emoted: Gurashi leans in close to Tridemon, rocking slightly, one hand on his cracked cheek, the other upon the hand Cheliyi is healing, fingers brushing the mugwump's as well.

Cheliyi finally ties off the final bandage, her right hand resting on the much larger palm as if frozen mid-pat. The mugwump stares intensely at her handywork, and yet at the same time, nothing at all as she doesn't even reacto to your touch. Slowly, she lifts the arm ever so slightly to duck beneath it, joining the embrace in eerie silence.

Voice wavering, you say, "..s... she, knew, she knew, somehow..." They look at Tridemon, desperate, "I-I didn't... I did not tell her! I-I wanted, to get to know her! I... you...""

Slakened Cheliyi, Novitiate of Purity thinks to herself: **an intense focus, suddenly, on Gurashi's words, listen, listen... gather information.**.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say to Tridemon, "I-I ...I just," They resume their weeping, apologetic, "s-she... she wanted me to ..."

Struggling for words, you say, "I-I did not ask her to go! N-no! I begged her to talk to you!" They plea, "I did! I could not..."

The call of a cicada welcomes the setting of the sun and the coming night.

You think to yourself: *the painterly recollection begins to grow chilly, cold, hurts, /hurts/, earnestly terrified - but. what. about. /him?/ blue-violet gone, gray, gray and cracked - what about him how do I fix him*.

Starry shadows herald Dusan, the coruscant as he deposits a cat of black ink into your hands before dissolving into mist again.

Esei tells you, "Take care of her, please..."

Your melodic voice sings into Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk's mind, "*gentle assent*."

Warbling pitiably, you say to Tridemon, "I love you, soooo muchly... am so sorry..."

Slakened Cheliyi, Novitiate of Purity thinks to herself: **an echo, how to fix, make it right, I love you, how to fix, make it right, I love you, slowly fading as your mind whirls with tentative plans, make it r i g h t, the anger boils in your gut like churning steam**.

You sniffle softly.

Cheliyi squeeze Tridemon gently, saying nothing.

You have emoted: Gurashi's hands rise again, cupping, cradling the lucidian's face. "Love you," They whisper, sniffling before leaning forward to plant a sad, sweet kiss on Tridemon's mouth, not bothering to block it with their wing from Cheliyi.

You think to yourself: *soft and pleading, pale in color - come back to me...*.

Forehead resting against Tridemon's as they part the kiss, you whisper, "Promise... promise - never will I ever, ever /ever/ leaves you."

You think to yourself: *louder, no less pleading, pink, gold - come back to me*.

Tridemon leans in against you in silence, the crack across his face starting to close just a little bit.

Slakened Cheliyi, Novitiate of Purity thinks to herself: ** something much quieter, beneath the churning anger, quiet, child-like plea, full of love and desperation, please don't leave. come back. please.**.

Cheliyi buries her face in Tridemon's chest.

Weakly, you ask, "I am sorry," They stroke the lucidian's cheek. "You know that loves you so," They whisper, kissing him again, lingering, "to ends of earths - forevers, yes? Always, remember...?"

Tridemon manages to focus a bit more, but his right eye is completely colorless now- not even gray, just a featureless orb of translucent crystal.

You have emoted: Gurashi's feathery ears twitch, and they gaze at Tridemon's eyes, their own widening. They rub his cheek again, pressing any cracks together as gently as they can.

You think to yourself: *acknowledgement and concern - a change, a newly change, what is that? what does mean? a deeper thrum of concern - remembering when his eyes ceased to glow, when he stopped hiding his beautiful odd eye coloration - gone, gone*.

Esei tells you, "** brief, panicked anxiety, flitting across the aether like a will-o-wisp- soft whispers, seeking out her health- **."

Your melodic voice sings into Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk's mind, "**you see Tsillah sprawled on her back between many laps, purring obliviously*."

Esei tells you, "** simple, sweet relief. **."

You have emoted: Gurashi sags as if the life has left them, still clutching the lucidian's face dearly. "Here," They affirm, "are here..."

You stare at Tridemon, eyes wide.

LOOK TRIDEMON BECAUSE HIM CHANGED...
He is a crystalline lucidian tidebourne demigod and his body is a strange combination of colours. Most of him is a deep violet colour, while his left arm is a combination of oceanic shades of deep blues and greens, shifting in a rhythmic, tidally slow dance, with ridges funning from his wrist to elbow in a pattern resembling swirling, stylised waves. In addition, it appears that his fingers of his left hand, including his thumb, have an extra joint, tapering off to sharp- but not narrow- points. He doesn't have hair so much as sculpted spikes of crystal, flaring back along his skull almost like plumage. He also presents an odd form of heterochromia in his eyes, with his right eye being a completely featureless orb of colorless crystal, while his left eye is broken up into three jagged sections, each approximately a third of the visible surface of his eye, showing amber, emerald and opal segments, with pupils occupying both the emerald and amber. A shifting pearlescence graces his skin as he walks with the truefavour of Carakhan, Sculptor of Waves.

Weakly, Slakened Cheliyi, Novitiate of Purity murmurs, "Will not leaves. Would not."

Crooning sadly, looking at the eye, you whisper, "...ohh ..."

You have emoted: Gurashi swallows hard. "Your eye," They say at last, warbling softly still. "...a..." They start crying all over again, shoulders shrugging. "...d-does it h-hurt? Your..." They touch the lucidian's face, looking at the discolored flesh, the cracks, plumage trembling.

You think to yourself: *fearful, fearful, imagining what would make an eye do that, how much feel, must hurt must...*.

Cheliyi goes still.

Slakened Cheliyi, Novitiate of Purity thinks to herself: Eye?

Esei tells you, "Is... everything alright?"

Your melodic voice sings into Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk's mind, "*pained negation, though you continue to see the inky black cat splayed out now in a mugwump's lap, happy as can be*."

Esei tells you, "** a soft mental caress across your head, the memory of a memory of someone pressing their lips to your forehead. **."

Cheliyi pulls away from Tridemon, looking up at his eye with a deep frown. She inhales sharply at the sight, a low squeak keening from her throat unbidden.

Tridemon leans in against you, his eyes closing, just a bit of color returning to him, red and blue swirls that don't quite mix at first.

You have emoted: Gurashi coos, wrapping themselves as much around Tridemon as they can, as if they were trying to merge shapes. They squish their cheek to Tridemon's, arms folded behind his back.

You have emoted: Gurashi scrunches their face tightly, then suddenly looks at Tridemon, wide-eyed, leaning back just enough to look at him.

You glance askance at a hollow wedding band filled with sapphire-infused liquid.

You stare at Tridemon, eyes wide.

You think to yourself: *there is a moment, a fleeting sense of bravado - can fix, could fix, know a way to fix but would he could he...*.

Tridemon shudders slightly, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes, as yet unfallen.

Suddenly, voice high and faint, you say to Tridemon, "...I, will..."

You reach out and touch Tridemon.

You have emoted: Gurashi doesn't finish their sentence, staring hopefully at Tridemon, their own tears falling.
Cheliyi glances at you, her frills drooping so far they almost seem as limp as the withered branches that mingle with her hair. She then looks back up at Tridemon, gently wiping away at the edges of his tears with her blanket to wick them away.

Tridemon shudders again and lets out a choked sob, tears rolling down his face, the color of pearls.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Tridemon..."

You reach out, pulling Tridemon into a tight embrace.

Cheliyi hugs Tridemon with no small amount of effort, pulling them into a tight embrace.

Tears fill Cheliyi's eyes and begin to slowly run down her face.

You have emoted: Gurashi wraps Tridemon up in a hug, rocking in their spot as they and Cheliyi clutch him tight.

Pale gold in hue, the wreath about your brow shimmers in a steady pattern, like unto a heartbeat in its gentle pulsation, crowning you in a flickering halo before settling still once more.

You have emoted: Gurashi warbles and coos, cradling Tridemon close, wings wrapped around both him and the mugwump. "Ohh, oh, is O-K," They hiccup, "here... are here..."

You whisper soothing words to Tridemon.

Tridemon chokes out a sob, shoulders shaking as his left arm squeezes you tightly against him.

You have emoted: Gurashi exhales shakily, holding the lucidian close, planting tiny feather-light kisses all over every bit of his face they can reach. Finally, holding his face, they whisper: "/I/ will marry you," They say at last, voice high but certain as they cradle him close, "someday, any-day, the moments will have me - O-K?"

You have emoted: Gurashi swallows hard, seeming tense as the words leave their mouth, plumage ruffling up before settling again, clutching Tridemon's face still, returning his mismatched gaze with their bright blue-gray one.
The soft sounds of a zither being played and the cry of a crane in flight echo in from somewhere.

Warbling, you whisper, "...because loves you so... for always yes, yes, you know..."

Cheliyi clings tightly to Tridemon's side, a steady support as she waits, and listens.

You think to yourself: *heart racing, blood in their ears - hopeful and /sad/, and if only it could fix it all, if only was something to break those tears, those heart-breaking precious pearly tears*.

You have emoted: Gurashi falls silent, tears spilling down their cheeks as they continue to hold Tridemon, plumage ruffling up in embarrassment.

Tridemon's tears slowly stop as his shoulders continue to shake, pressing his face against your chest.

You have emoted: Gurashi holds Tridemon close to themselves, as desperately close as they are able to muster. "Have got you," They coo, looking down. "Got you..."

Slakened Cheliyi, Novitiate of Purity thinks to herself: **a quiet pang, but relief, ah, they got hims...**.

... a psionic pulse, weak but warm - l o v e ...

In an airy, melodic voice, you whisper, "We're here, here..."

You have emoted: Gurashi nuzzles their face against the uneven spikes atop Tridemon's head.

Cheliyi pulls away from the embrace, giving you more ability to hug Tridemon. Her hand remains on Tridemon's back, however, still a steady presence even as she moves back.

Quietly, Slakened Cheliyi, Novitiate of Purity says, "Am here. Will be heres."

You have emoted: Gurashi looks to Cheliyi, tears still pouring down their face, staining the black downy feathers of their face, dripping off their chin. They give her a shaky, grateful smile, rocking with Tridemon wrapped up in their arms.

Tridemon reaches out and touches you.

You have emoted: Gurashi's feathers quiver, and they look at Tridemon hopefully. "Yes," They whisper, planting a chaste kiss on his forehead. "Here."

Tridemon has mostly stopped shaking at this point.

You have emoted: Gurashi does not loosen their grip, holding Tridemon close as they can manage without suffocating him. They glance down, looking him over, eyes scanning the cracks.

Softly, you whisper, "Tridemon, I loves you..."

Tearfully, you say to Tridemon, "And, Cheli loves you... and..." They sniffle, looking around, "a-and Bizi, though, think she is at home being f-f-/fat/... and l-lazy..."

Tridemon's breathing slowly evens out.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "And Muginns... we will not leaves you..."

You think to yourself: *soft, a bloom of saffron bright, bright, stealing away for a moment all the gray - I will never leave you*.

You whisper soothing words to Tridemon.

Tridemon just seems exhausted at this point, with most of the smaller cracks in his body having sealed back up, leaving pale lines of discolored crystal.

You have emoted: Gurashi gently runs their hands over Tridemon's skin, immediately lifting their right hand, examining the work Cheliyi did in mending where it had bled, and the broken finger...

Cheliyi stares quietly at the discolored lines, her free hand slowly moving to trace one of the lines.
Slakened Cheliyi, Novitiate of Purity thinks to herself: **an absent, random thought through the calming whirlwind, looks like light lines on the oceans floors... in the shallows...**.

You have emoted: Gurashi delicately leans forward while lifting Tridemon's right hand, kissing him carefully on each of his knuckles before looking him square in the face. They carefully bring the hand to their own face, cupping their scarred right cheek with the the lucidian's wounded hand, tears springing up in their eyes again.

You think to yourself: *staring at the lucidian, mindful of the changes, how each terrible gap fills in and becomes beautiful - of course it would be beautiful, it is /him/*.

Cheliyi smiles weakly, scrunching her nose playfully. "Ew... are being gross, Dad," she teases, though the relief in her gaze is clearly evident.

You blush furiously.

You reach out and touch Tridemon.

ANOTHER DESC CHANGE BWEH
He is a crystalline lucidian tidebourne demigod and his body is a strange combination of colours. Most of him is a deep violet colour, while his left arm is a combination of oceanic shades of deep blues and greens, shifting in a rhythmic, tidally slow dance, with ridges funning from his wrist to elbow in a pattern resembling swirling, stylised waves. In addition, it appears that his fingers of his left hand, including his thumb, have an extra joint, tapering off to sharp- but not narrow- points. He doesn't have hair so much as sculpted spikes of crystal, flaring back along his skull almost like plumage. Much of his body is crossed by pale lines of discolored crystal, like scars, showing either pale red or light blue. He also presents an odd form of heterochromia in his eyes, with his right eye being a completely featureless orb of colorless crystal, while his left eye is broken up into three jagged sections, each approximately a third of the visible surface of his eye, showing amber, emerald and opal segments, with pupils occupying both the emerald and amber. A shifting pearlescence graces his skin as he walks with the truefavour of Carakhan, Sculptor of Waves.

You have emoted: Gurashi proceeds to plant several small kisses all over Tridemon's face again, sniffling pitiably.

You think to yourself: *a sigh, an exhausted sigh, looking at the scars, so many colors, so many breaks...* ...oh, my dearly one...

As if parting through mists of water and light, the Empyreal Goddess quietly unveils Her soothing presence to the Basin of Life.

Cheliyi's tail curls around to meet her feet, the mugwump blinking slowly as her entire being straightens.

Tridemon looks up, streaks of tears drying along his cheek as he moves to grip the staff that has returned to him.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks up but does not pull away, rocking sadly as they cradle Tridemon close.

Tridemon begins to wield a dazzling white staff crowned by a platinum pearl in his left hand.
From atop the staff, the platinum pearl shines with aquatic power.

You tilt your head, gaze softening as you frown.

Slakened Cheliyi, Novitiate of Purity thinks to herself: **a flicker, of recognition, is Her, wait, can you ask, can She help-**.

You have emoted: Gurashi loosens their grip, letting the staff return, sitting dazedly.

Cheliyi reaches out and touches Tridemon.

Tridemon grips the staff tightly, his eyes narrowing slightly as the wood creaks against his fingers, starting to straighten up.

Tridemon leans close to Cheliyi and gently lays a kiss upon her forehead.

You look at Tridemon hopefully.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Thank you."

Tridemon kisses you passionately.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Tri--."

Cheliyi swallows thickly, her left hand curling to tug lightly on Tridemon's robes. "Love you. Really, do." Her voice cracks, at the end, desperate.

You have emoted: Gurashi squawks faintly, plumage ruffling up as they are kissed.

You have emoted: Gurashi warbles, beet red as they part from the kiss. "My..." They squawk, twice their size with their plumage ruffled. "Y..."

Tridemon flops back onto his back to stare at the ceiling some, no longer slumped so much as just laying there.

You think to yourself: *words! how to words!*.

(Celest): Caleb (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Salutations, Lady Lantra."

Cheliyi blinks.

Cheliyi lets out a quiet laugh, surprised and tearful.

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters thinks to himself: Word with letters. And optionally grammar.

Cheliyi smiles joyously, letting out another sob as she flops forward to hug Tridemon even as he is prone on the ground.

You have emoted: Gurashi still stays upright, wiping at their tears-stained feathers and face, looking exhausted.

(Celest): Cheliyi says, "Ah, um. Greetings Lady Lantra."

You think to yourself: *weak and tired, exhausted, the events of this month and the previous swirling around in their head*.

(Celest): Lantra says, "Blessings upon you, New Celest."

(Celest): You say, "Good morning, Lady Empyreals. Hopes the day finds You well."

(Celest): Lantra says, "Concerned, I suppose, in the wake of such tumultuous events. And wary. But overall, it is grief I feel to learn the ever-sinking depths of the Traitors' depravity."

Slakened Cheliyi, Novitiate of Purity thinks to herself: **relief, relief, okay, there he is, oh, words are -stupids- anyways, almost giddy with relief, but you also know that it's not overs**.

Cheliyi's mauve frills twitch to some errant sound.

Slakened Cheliyi, Novitiate of Purity thinks to herself: ... ah.

(Celest): You say, "It is very sad."

(Celest): You say, "And not very kindly, no."

(Celest): Cheliyi says, "Was... terribles, honestly."

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters thinks to himself: Helped free Her. An end to that particular suffering. Yes.

Cheliyi gives Tridemon a friendly squeeze.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks at Tridemon and Cheliyi upon the ground with a morose expression, huddled in their spot. Slowly, their attention returns to a hollow wedding band filled with sapphire-infused liquid before then scoot to be closer to their family, hanging their head.

(Celest): Lantra says, "I was not close with the Lady of the Lagoons, but I bore Her no ill will. To see what has happened to Her... There are not words to describe it."

(Celest): You say, "No, there are not."

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters thinks to himself: The chair, that terrible Seat that imbues all who dare to touch it with a portion of the pain...

(Celest): You say, "Will be a long journey for Her - hopes that She can find peace and joy, in times."

You have emoted: Gurashi watches Tridemon, hands balled into anxious fists in their lap.

(Celest): Cheliyi says, "Seems like She really needs Someone familiars. Was so spooked when She only saw shards, yes."

Slakened Cheliyi, Novitiate of Purity thinks to herself: Felt like how I used to feel, back when I hid from peoples in Glomdorings...

You glance askance.

You think to yourself: *the previous events still feel so fresh, so bright and fresh in their mind, pearly tears and cracking, cracks filled in with red and blue, now...*.

(Celest): Lantra says, "We shall see. The return to the Basin of Life is difficult for many of Us. I was fortunate to have the Lady Terentia explain what had happened in My absence."

(Celest): Lantra says, "I believe there is something to be said, yes, for the comfort of familiarity."

Quietly, Slakened Cheliyi, Novitiate of Purity says, "Well, did just happen. Maybe should... just breathe, for a bits."

(Celest): Avaris (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "I would be advise caution in introducing Lady Carakhan to Her. There is resentment there yet, I believe."

Cheliyi gently takes one of your hands, and then Tridemon's unbandaged one.

You have emoted: Gurashi's hand, though it was clenched tightly in their lap a moment before, is limp when Cheliyi takes it, sweaty and cold.

A shifting, living poppy of saffron petals exudes resin-scented, myriad-coloured smoke for an instant before reappearing, its petals now a sheer violet.

(Celest): Kethaera (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "What is the reason for that?"

(Celest): You say, "There are bigly feelings, yes..."

(Celest): You say, "The answers lie in the Mangrove, apparently..."

Tridemon gives Cheliyi a friendly squeeze.

(Celest): Lantra says, "That I cannot say. Regardless, I believe the Sculptor capable enough to determine Her own decisions and assess any threats therein."

Cheliyi bites her lip slightly, focusing. In a few moments, both of her hands are comfortably warm, not unlike a pair of cozy blankets.

(Celest): Avaris (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Indeed. I encourage you all to assist the cursed kelpies there, and learn more. Thwarting the nereids is a worthy effort, as well."

(Celest): You say, "The Lady of the Lagoons is hurting, though, yes. Hurting and lonely. Should just, be careful. And kind. She has many reasons not to trust peoples."

(Celest): You say, "But yes would be goodly to learns the story from the Mangroves, think... need to learns, my-selfs..."

(Celest): Alarin (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "As do I. It seems I have missed a lot."

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters thinks to himself: ... car... for the des..n.

Slakened Cheliyi, Novitiate of Purity thinks to herself: **a quiet pang of sympathy, for Her... from what you learned in the memories, it makes sense, in a way. In a terrible, terrible way.**.

You sway anxiously in your spot.

You think to yourself: *a faint pain behind their eyes, reminding them how very tired they actually -are-*.

You have emoted: Gurashi suddenly deflates, reaching up to wipe at the still-damp feathers on their face.

Curiously, Slakened Cheliyi, Novitiate of Purity murmurs, "... are caring for the design? Not caring? Thoughts are mumbly, dad."

Cheliyi leans close to you and gently lays a kiss upon your forehead.

You have emoted: Gurashi lets out a little noise as Cheliyi kisses their forehead, head dropping.

Quieter, Slakened Cheliyi, Novitiate of Purity says, "You twos must be exhausted. Should be in a more comfy spot."

You think to yourself: *suddenly, tired, so /tired/, so tired they can hardly keep themselves upright even*.

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

Slakened Cheliyi, Novitiate of Purity thinks to herself: **should move, but no, both of them are -tired-, ah, should be stronger...**.

Slakened Cheliyi, Novitiate of Purity thinks to herself: **a quiet, internal sigh, if only you were a tree**.

You have emoted: Gurashi shakes their head, lifting it. "N-no, I can move..." They whisper, though they do not.

Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, Slakened Cheliyi, Novitiate of Purity murmurs, "Here, let mes..."

Cheliyi pulls away, rising to her feet.

LOOKIT MY STRONGLY KEPHERAN CHILD
Tall and heavy-set, she is a compound-eyed kephera tidal demigoddess, standing comfortably at 8 feet in height. A pair of frilled, ivory antennae twitch this way as if constantly listening to some unheard conversation, sprouting from the soft fuzz lining her head. A small set of chimes hangs from the right antennae, causing it to droop with the weight, while the other carries a tiny earring of willow leaves. Her entire carapace is covered in short, soft fur, the back adorned with larger mossy-green blotches outlined by soft mauve. A mauve diamond rises and meets the outline of her shoulder blades, creating a simple pattern. On her front, her entire chest, abdomen, and underbelly of her thorax are coated in the same mauve that accents her back, creating a playful duality between both sides. However, the fuzz becomes abruptly sparse and coarse in some places. Most notable of these are her forearms and a large patch around her eyes, the chitin warped and rough. Pale, clouded eyes dart around the room in an attentive manner as her mandibles click and clack in an infrequent rhythm. Two of the four mandibles are apparently living wood, an oddity only noticeable under intense scrutiny. A pair of large, delicate wings hang from her shoulder blades, layers of the opaque mossy green and mauve creating soft stripes down the dusty, fragile appendages. When outstretched, they spread past the fingertips of her longer arms, revealing smaller secondary wings that are covered a warm onyx fuzz. Both her longer and shorter arms are dusted with gentle, ivory fur, each appendage ending in three dexterous fingers. The smaller limbs  Sturdy, ivory legs support her large thorax, the kephera's lower body clearly suited for powerful strides and combative kicks. Down her back, infrequent splotches of mauve create an almost spine-like pattern, extending to the very tip of her pointed thorax, the scarred underbelly paling to a soft pink. A shifting pearlescence graces her skin as she walks with the truefavour of Carakhan, Sculptor of Waves.
She is wearing:
a scarf of satin squids wrapped carefully around her left forearm
an airy bracelet of the cloudswept sky fastened snugly around her left wrist
a pair of thin spectacles with crystalline lenses
a hat of sensational blooming stuck firmly on her head
a jewelled bracelet of the Three of Night tethered loosely in place with a withered vine
a winsome winged wrist watch
a gentle water lily brooch a gentle water lily brooch proudly securing a warm cloak of autumn hues in place
a circlet of living vines lining a hat of sensational blooming much like a living ribbon
a warm cloak of autumn hues wrapped snugly around her shoulders
a dangling earring of willow leaves through her right ear - like frill
a pair of supple leather hunting gloves fastened tightly to her palms
the Mantle of Starlight worn about her waist as a skirt.

Cheliyi stretches out her extra limbs, the chitin creaking quietly.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks up to Cheliyi, taking her smaller hand and pulling themselves up to stand. They stand there blankly, swaying.

Bending down to offer each of you a supporting arm, Slakened Cheliyi, Novitiate of Purity says, "Come ons, let's move to a less stiff place. Beds, probablies."

Cheliyi gently supports your weight, practically carrying them.

ROOM CHANGE... UGH
That Terrible Room.
Made almost entirely out of a dark, reddish wood, this home is not a particularly welcoming one. The walls and floor are bare of any personal touches, save for where footsteps have worn down the wood of the floor, and a bit of the doorjamb off to the south which has several grooves worn smooth in it, evidence of hundreds, if not thousands of habitual touches. In the center of the room, little flakes and tiny shards of dull gray crystal have embedded themselves in the wood of the worn-in footprints. Muginn, the ghost-feathered magpie perches here with a mischievous glint in his eye. Minuscule sapphires glisten from within a wedding band dropped here. Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters with an Unknown face lingers nearby, the air about him singing with the rush of the ocean. He wields a dazzling white staff crowned by a platinum pearl in his left hand. A baleful crow perches here, crimson eyes piercing in their glare.
You see exits leading south and down (closed door).

You have emoted: Gurashi lets Cheliyi tug them along, moving as if they were floating. Their attention drifts to Tridemon again, however, lingering on the lucidian.

Tridemon levers himself up onto his feet with his staff, lurching out of the room with a distinct lack of balance.

Tridemon turns towards the south and steps forward, instantly collapsing into a torrent of water that rushes outwards with a thunderous crash of water.

Cheliyi curls her nose up and grimaces awfully.

Chirring with a faint squeak, Slakened Cheliyi, Novitiate of Purity says, "Dad, waits-."

You begin to follow Cheliyi.

In an airy, melodic voice, you whisper, "Tridemon..."

You follow Slakened Cheliyi, Novitiate of Purity up to There.

You have emoted: Gurashi stumbles after Cheliyi, wide-eyed as they trail, the last of the bunch. "Tridemon," They call out again, a little louder.

Tridemon is sitting more or less upright with his back propped up against the fountain.

Cheliyi helps you up onto the beach, searching the area with clear concern until her gaze settles on Tridemon. She quickly strides over to the lucidian, her antennae twitching anxiously. "Dad..."

Tridemon looks up at the pair calling out to him.

In a rush of summery warmth, the rich smell of grasses and flowers rises around Cheliyi in a sultry wind. Briefly, her face is dappled with patterns of sunlight through waving grasses.

You think to yourself: *sad and hopeful - tired and anxious - color swirling chaotically - important*.

You have emoted: Gurashi pulls away from Cheliyi at the last few paces, their wings flapping once to gust them forward, landing at Tridemon's side. They frown. "Your leggies..." They warbles softly.

Quietly, you say to Tridemon, "...the cracks..."

Tridemon looks briefly dazed. "'m fine. Yes."

Cheliyi kneels down before Tridemon, her cloudy gaze searching Tridemon for any signs of injury. Eventually, her feathered antennae simply droop, and she chirrs, "When I said not so stiff... did not mean sand." The kephera's mouthparts move oddly for a moment, as if she were attempting a faint smile. "Please be carefuls."

Your melodic voice sings into Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk's mind, "*tired, tired* Love you, yes - be goodly and kind."

You have emoted: Gurashi clambers onto the fountain, sitting on the short narrow ledge Tridemon leans upon, hugging their knees as they crouch beside him. For a minute, they look like a very orange gargoyle, balanced on the lip of the fountain, teetering only slightly...

Cheliyi peers at you unscrupulously.

Slakened Cheliyi, Novitiate of Purity thinks to herself: Better not falls.

You have emoted: Gurashi's balance wavers, and they let out a soft sound of surprise as they plummet forward, hitting the ground with a dull thud. They do not get back up, blinking.

You think to yourself: Ah - sand, warm...

Cheliyi lets out a low chirp, facepalming.

Slakened Cheliyi, Novitiate of Purity thinks to herself: **ohmygods.*.

You think to yourself: *staring at Tridemon, focused on Tridemon, the sand is warm and nice but, they are taking in every new little detail distractedly, every new crack...*.

You have emoted: Gurashi's hand twitches, blinking slowly as they gaze up cautiously towards the lucidian.

You think to yourself: *...pink, and gold...*.

A soft breeze stirs the nearby sand, leaving gentle arcs in its wake.

The Mantle of Starlight flows gently against your form, twinkling stars shifting across its surface as the starry infinity continues its eternal motion.

Cheliyi chirrs quietly, her gaze softening.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "... I love you boths..."

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters thinks to himself: Esei. ... how know.

Tridemon gives you a friendly squeeze.

Tridemon embraces you with great ardour.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks at the sand beside them, still tiredly flopped there like the limp noodle Bizi might normally be until Tridemon hugs them.

You think to yourself: *a swell of pink and gold, pink and gold, love love /love/...*.

Repeating it, you say, "Love you boths...."

You reach out and touch Cheliyi.
You reach out and touch Tridemon.

Cheliyi chirrs quietly, sitting down carefully. "Love you boths, so muchly." She watches the embrace with a slight tilt of her head, her antennae twitching faintly.

Weakly, you say to Cheliyi, "Thank you for helping me gets here..."

You have emoted: Gurashi sprawls a little to make a celestian angel within the sand before going limp again.

<-- passes out because i am old and weak