Conducting a Ritual, Or: The Thalassos Wants Breakfast

AFTER TURNING IN ANOTHER FEW ESSENCES...

A slight chill passes over your features as Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer channels your reflection
into a shimmering ball of water that coalesces in his palm.

The waters within the Thalassos quietly churn, whispers of sadness laden in the briny air.

Turning his gaze back to the Thalassos, Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer says to you, "I spoke with
Gyorn and Falaine briefly - I daresay we may be ready soon. Zeasha and I are discussing our thoughts,
and then I will let New Celest know."

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, you say, "Mm. Hopefully our efforts will be enough to
soothe the pain and calm some of this storm. ... If nothing else, the cats have been really miserable
since all this started."

(Celest): Soterasiel says, "If enough people are interested in trying I will offer a unique prize to

Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer chuckles under his breath and adds, "The storm's made cats out of
many of us, I think. You should see some of the sailors yowling and spitting over their tankards."

The waters within the Thalassos quietly churn, whispers of sadness laden in the briny air.

Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer flashes you a fond smile before turning back to the Thalassos. He
pats his metallic vessel idly, his brow furrowing. "Anything at all we can do to redirect this storm...
and if we can relieve some of its pain, too..."

Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer trails off, contemplative.

Muffled laughter echoes from somewhere outside.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, you say, "Mm... if we're especially lucky, it might even
resonate with the Sea Spirit, though I doubt that will occur."

The waters of the Thalassos still for but a moment, revealing a glimpse of clear waters in its depths
before the surface is troubled anew.

With a quiet sigh through his gills and nose, Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer says, "We can only
hope..."


TIME PASSES, OH LOOK IT’S CHELIYI

The Tree of Life blooms from a spark of numinous light, unfurling the sefira in a display of white
light. Cheliyi steps out of the centre, wreathed in energy.
Trailing in a bone-chilling fog, Muginn, the ghost-feathered magpie flies in from the ether.

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

Cheliyi smiles brightly at you, her frills puffing with joy.

Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, Ablutant Cheliyi, Lotus upon Cresting Waters says to you,
"Hi hi Dad, any changes so fars?"

Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer flashes Cheliyi a joyous smile.

Cheliyi blinks.

Cheliyi smiles brightly at Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer, her frills puffing with joy.

Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer lifts his driftwood staff in greetings, then gestures toward the
Thalassos. "Are you here, by chance, to help with calming the Thalassos?"

Cheliyi nods her head sagely.

Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, Ablutant Cheliyi, Lotus upon Cresting Waters says, "Don't
have essences gets, but came to check on Dad."

Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer flashes Cheliyi an excited smile and gestures toward the Thalassos.
"We think we've found a way to begin calming the weather," he explains. "We allow light essence to sink
within the basin, and, like a sponge, we draw away some of its pain. Drops in the bucket, but every
drop counts."

Patting his metallic vessel, Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer says, "If you give me the sea essence it
creates, I will keep it safe in here for now."

Cheliyi pats you in a friendly manner.

Zeasha Novikei calmly enters from the up, moving to the rhythm of some unheard song.

Glancing curiously at the lucidian, Ablutant Cheliyi, Lotus upon Cresting Waters says, "Though, he's
probably thinking real hard about something..."

Cheliyi smiles brightly at Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides, her frills puffing with joy.
Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides tilts her head curiously as she is lost in thought, murmuring to
herself, "Now, how did that one song go again...?"

You reach over and ruffle Cheliyi's hair fondly.

As she sweeps in, Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides flashes a smile for Cheliyi and you before
letting her gaze rest on Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer. "I do think that addresses the last of our
questions, yes?"

Cheliyi blinks.

Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer nods, then pushes his slipping spectacles up his nose once more.
"Indeed. Let me alert the rest of the city. Once I do," he tilts his head toward you and Cheliyi,
"might one of you be willing to assist the rest of Celest's citizens with joining us?"

Cheliyi tilts her head curiously at you.

Thoughtfully, Ablutant Cheliyi, Lotus upon Cresting Waters says, "I cans, but Dad is more experienced."

Lightly clearing his throat, Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer says, "I know he has been carefully
studying the Thalassos with me for the past day or so now. I will let New Celest know."

Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides nods her head at Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer.

Virescent lightning tears storm clouds into tatters as it arcs downward and strikes the top of Cassis
Cornuta Tower with fulminating sparks.

(Celest): Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer says, "Hail, New Celest! Zeasha and I have concluded our
discussion, and we believe we have done all we can to prepare. I would like to gather by the Thalassos
again to discuss what your thoughts over the past month have been, and see what we might do."

(Celest): Soterasiel says, "Understood, we shall arrive immediately."

(Celest): Soterasiel says, "How do we get there?"

(Celest): Cheliyi says, "Can teleports to me or Tridemon!"

(Celest): You say, "You can- yes."

You feel a slight tug within your chest and the air around you sparkles with motes of bright light.
You sense Gyorn pulling on the strands of aether surrounding you.

Cheliyi jerks slightly as the air fills with sparkling motes of bright light.
You sense Soterasiel pulling on the strands of aether surrounding Cheliyi.

Among the sparkling motes of light, a translucent figure appears in the air and then quickly solidifies
as Gyorn, riding a silver dragon turtle with crimson wings, comes into view.
A silver dragon turtle with crimson wings ponderously enters from the ether.
Gyorn's movement causes his magical shield to dissipate.

His eyes focused and vigilant, a ruddy Nyalian mastiff lopes in from the ether at the beck and call of
his companion.
Among the sparkling motes of light, a translucent figure appears in the air and then quickly solidifies
as Soterasiel comes into view.

Cheliyi sniffs the air while fluttering a cute little rabbit nose.

Kennian waves a happy hello.

Soterasiel tilts back his head and inhales deeply while twitching a wolf's snout.

Ablutant Cheliyi, Lotus upon Cresting Waters thinks to herself: **pensive consideration, all the
peoples awaking....**.

Muffled laughter echoes from somewhere outside.

Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides flashes the gathering citizens a warm smile as she pulls her
mandolin over her torso, holding it to herself. She looks to Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer,
expectant.

Kennian tilts her head and listens intently to Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer.

Cheliyi tilts her head curiously, her frills flaring with excitement. "What do you think we should do?"

Soterasiel tilts back his head and inhales deeply while twitching a wolf's snout.

(Celest): You say, "You coming, Falaine?"

(Celest): Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer says, "We shall begin our discussion in person now, but if
you would like to join us, there is still time!"

Soterasiel Luminare says, "Should I go get her?"

Soterasiel jerks slightly as the air fills with sparkling motes of bright light.
You sense Falaine pulling on the strands of aether surrounding Soterasiel.

Singing drifts in from outside, faintly muffled.

Soterasiel Luminare says, "I think this might be her."

Among the sparkling motes of light, a translucent figure appears in the air and then quickly solidifies
as Falaine comes into view.

Soterasiel's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Soterasiel flashes Falaine a joyous smile.

Cheliyi nods her head sagely.

Soterasiel Luminare says, "Welcome."

Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides smiles at Falaine with familiarity from beside Manchal, the
Seafaring Aquamancer.

Saluting crisply, Slakened Falaine, Novitiate of Purity says, "Lost in thought for a moment.
Apologies."

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

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.

Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer inclines his head briefly, unruffled, then turns his attention to
encompass the gathering at large.

Falaine turns to Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides and bows. "Canticle, good morning."

A flash! Another! And another still! The storm clouds above shudder from the onslaught of lightning,
their silvery down woven with hidden scripture illuminated from within.

Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer clears his throat, looking from New Celest to the Thalassos. His
words sound studious, prepared, like a teacher at a lectern. "Having spent some time studying the
Thalassos and the sea essence," he says, "and having spent the month contemplating the news you have
all brought me, I've come to several conclusions."

Closing her eyes, Cheliyi aims her frills at Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer, the salmon-pink
appendages twitching curiously. She seems to be listening intently.

Muffled laughter echoes from somewhere outside.

As though counting out the conclusions, Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer lightly taps the butt of his
driftwood staff upon the floor. "First and foremost, and perhaps most obviously, there is much we still
don't know. Are all the Thalassi you had mentioned the other month tied to the nascent Spirit? Are they
all thus troubled? Our ultimate work and goal may perhaps be bigger than us alone, but we'll table that
discussion for later."

With another light tap of his staff, Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer says, "Secondly, and perhaps
relatedly, we've heard news of the two communes turning back their storms with shamanic ritual. It is
curious, is it not, that both sit on or near the Inner Sea and they did not calm the greater storm?
What do you all make of that?"

Muffled laughter echoes from somewhere outside.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, you say, "Likely that they didn't have the power to push
out past the boundaries of their respective forests. The seas simply aren't their domain."

Kennian's usual bright smile disappears, swallowed up by a look of deep thought.

Thoughtfully, Ablutant Cheliyi, Lotus upon Cresting Waters murmurs, "Maybe they were able to create a
bubble of safety, making the storm outside worse while making the inside nicer?"

Singing drifts in from outside, faintly muffled.

You ponder the situation.

Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer nods slowly and appreciably, considering each point raised as he
listens.

Virescent lightning tears storm clouds into tatters as it arcs downward and strikes the top of Tonna
Olearium Tower with fulminating sparks.

Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides ponders the situation.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, you say, "A combination of both, perhaps. Self-interest
combined with a lack of immediate ability- perhaps if it had been easy, they might have done it, but
felt no pressure to push things any further once their own interests were cared for."

Singing drifts in from outside, faintly muffled.

Frowning, Ablutant Cheliyi, Lotus upon Cresting Waters says, "Plus, they have minor spirits to assists,
which I do not think are a match for the entire might of the Sister Sea Spirit."

Falaine listens silently, settled into a position of watchful alertness facing the Thalassos and the
speakers.

Howling across the city streets, the storm's wind billows around you like the caress of a wave: furious
at first, but then gentle in the next moment.

Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides half-lids her single eye thoughtfully, her graceful steps leading
her to the rim of the Thalassos, whose coral surface she brushes one hand against. "Indeed," she says
softly. "I've not personally heard a single request for Aquamantic help directed at our city. Our
Thalassos is perhaps not common knowledge itself, but our mages are famed and respected."

Kennian smiles softly.

Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer looks curiously to Cheliyi. "Their fae, do you mean?" he asks,
genuinely inquisitive.

Thoughtfully, Slakened Falaine, Novitiate of Purity says to Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides, "I
imagine that the assumption was made that if we could help, we would, whether they asked or not."

The waves chop over the surface of the Thalassos, nearly spilling white froth over the coral basin's
rim.

A brief smile tugging at the corners of her lips, Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides says, "As
though we can read minds and know just what their plans might require for us to aid, I suppose."

Two waves tumble into one another in an agitated dance, whipped into surf by the currents tugging below
the surface within the Thalassos.
Ducking beneath a nearby window ledge, a brown-furred rat shakes their bristled fur in an attempt to
become dry once more. Having failed, they slink away into the nooks and crannies of the city.

Gyorn utters a deep, rumbling laugh at Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides.

Gyorn enthuses, "Sure!"

You think to yourself: ... well, some of us can do that, but it doesn't help if they're not actively
thinking about it while we're in the room.

Duchess Kennian, Arm of Redress thinks to herself: Reading minds. That would be fun!

With a short shake of her head and a rueful twitch of her lips, Slakened Falaine, Novitiate of Purity
says, "I did not say it was a practical or intelligent assumption."

A ruddy Nyalian mastiff paws at the ground absently, a low whine escaping his muzzle.
Twin bolts of violet lightning feint and weave like duellists lunging at one another, their thrusts
through the storm clouds leaving trails of scattered energy.

Cheliyi nods to Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer. "My dear Velcora, she mentioned that the ritual in
Serenwilde was done through the power of a bunch of river fae, yes. N... naiads, I thinks." She hums.
"They asked less for the storm to stop, and more for Serenwilde to no longer be flooded. It resulted in
a smaller storm, as well."

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, you say, "Another one of the problems is that weather
manipulation on a large scale is very, very difficult for mortals. Just look at that whole Plaxios
debacle..."

Cheliyi winces in pain.

Cheliyi nods her head at you, showing her acceptance.

Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer leans forward on his driftwood staff, considering, and then nods
toward Cheliyi. "I suppose that it makes sense for them," he muses, rubbing his chin. "Use the tools
they have available to them." He nods agreement to you, then pensively straightens.

Tapping his staff once more, wood thudding against tile, Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer says,
"Thirdly, Tridemon had mentioned the Thalassic Aegis. While she may have been the only one to commune
with this heart..." He pauses, gesturing toward the Thalassos. "...in the past, I do think we may,
together, connect to it today with some effect, thanks to the work you have all done to help soothe the
worst of its troubled waters."

"We must together, if we do this at all," Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer says softly, "for as a new
friend said to me recently, stars might shine brightly all on their own, but together in all their
sizes and their strengths, they create something bigger."

Gyorn nods his head emphatically.

Cheliyi blinks slowly, adjusting her tinted spectacles. "How do we reach outs, then?"

Ablutant Cheliyi, Lotus upon Cresting Waters thinks to herself: ... was that Miss Vaevaya? Hm...

Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides slides her hand along the basin's rim as she looks up to Manchal,
the Seafaring Aquamancer's words, and smiles before looking to the rest of the gathering. "We are
treading uncharted waters," she says, her hand still resting there, "but we have already touched it, in
a way, the previous month. With song and with focused aquamantic ritual."

Her fingers curling where they rest, Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides says, "The unknown had never
halted Saint Loathys's steps. We must do the same and have faith that we are capable of doing great
things, for the Light." She pauses, somewhat bashful as her eye slides back to Manchal with an
acknowledging, "However, I don't think we should move from crawling into diving deep just yet."

(Celestial Gathering): Gyorn says, "Ahh. Okay."

Cheliyi shifts in place, before glancing askance at a wistful weeping willow lyre sticking out of her
pack. "Well, do knows what has limited success. Just build on it, rights?"

The Mantle of Starlight shimmers and twinkles as the starlit darkness that it is formed of continues
its eternal motion.

With a nod toward Cheliyi, one of her curls falling free to rest against her cheek, Zeasha Novikei,
Canticle of the Tides says, "As Manchal said before, our work may ultimately be much greater than what
we are capable of today. It is my opinion - our opinion - and I hope your opinions as well - that we do
what we can to soothe the sea's outward pain, fury, and its effects upon our drowning city."

Gyorn La'Saet says, "Oh, of course."

Kennian nods her head in agreement.

Gyorn La'Saet says, "I was there when was awakened.. so much pain."

Gyorn La'Saet says, "They."

Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer muses softly, more to himself than to the gathering, "I should like
to see the other Thalassi eventually, but again - greater work for more people. ...Perhaps saved for
when we know whether what we do here might have an effect."

Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides's expression softens as she nods to Gyorn. "I can only imagine,"
she murmurs. "Even from here, she seemed in terrible distress..."

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, you say, "One of them is in the depths of the Sea of
Despair, so I recommend not going alone if you end up making the trip."

Gyorn La'Saet says, "Was terrible. But we were powerless to stop it, so I am eager to do what I can to
help."

Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer opens his mouth to say something to you, then pauses, and clears his
throat. "Certainly for another month, then. I'd hate for us to make the journey while we are recovering
from our hopefully successful efforts here."

Muginn shakes out his feathers, the plumes suddenly glowing with an ethereal haze. Ripples of mist pool
at his talons, writhing with silent, screaming faces that leave hoar-frost in their wake.

Cheliyi pulls out her lyre while humming thoughtfully, glancing down at the Thalassos's churning
waters. "Mm. So... a song and a ritual. Would a lullaby be too on the noses?"

Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides flashes Cheliyi a smile. "No indeed - we shall not do what the
Gods could not, of course, but certainly such songs are soothing, are they not?"

Cheliyi smiles wryly at Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides.

Pale gold in hue, the wreath about Gyorn's brow shimmers in a steady pattern, like unto a heartbeat in
its gentle pulsations, and crowns Gyorn in a flickering halo before settling still once more.

Ablutant Cheliyi, Lotus upon Cresting Waters thinks to herself: ... no Cantors...

Tilting her head, Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides says, "I would be honoured to join any other
musically inclined individuals in weaving a lullaby. I am certain our Aquamancers can guide those more
magically inclined in ritual."

Muffled laughter echoes from somewhere outside.

The Mantle of Starlight shimmers and twinkles as the starlit darkness that it is formed of continues
its eternal motion.

Smiling, Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides says, "I am certain our paladins and monks have reserves
with which to join our mages as well, but have you other ideas you would like to try?"

Aquamantic symbols suddenly project themselves upon the very air in dark blue light, fading after a
brief moment.

Twin bolts of violet lightning feint and weave like duellists lunging at one another, their thrusts
through the storm clouds leaving trails of scattered energy.

Kennian giggles nervously before looking toward the other more experienced Aquamancers.

Cheliyi grimaces. "I yam... not a Cantor's, but have been practicing my lyre for funs? Wish we had
someone more qualified, but can help as best as I can. Can also... sing."

The soft lambency of passing hummingbirds filters in from outside, shedding light on a dark night.

Tau the Twilit has left the realm of Lusternia.

Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides smiles at Cheliyi, and as she begins to settle herself into a
seat upon the tiles with her mandolin in her lap, she gestures for her to join her. "Who knows what
might awaken within you," she winks - blinks, really, "with some inspiration and practice?"

A ruddy Nyalian mastiff paws at the ground absently, a low whine escaping his muzzle.

Gyorn pets a ruddy Nyalian mastiff sporting bronze platemail etched with sigils ingratiatingly.
A ruddy Nyalian mastiff playfully snarls at Gyorn, baring perfectly white teeth and then his lolling
pink tongue.

Kennian looks to her pup and then flashes Gyorn her customary wide smile before returning her attention
to the group.

The soft lambency of passing hummingbirds filters in from outside, shedding light on a dark night.

Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer gestures for Gyorn, you, and Kennian to join him with a motion of his
driftwood staff, striding with a self-assured pace toward the Thalassos. "Falaine, Soterasiel, you are
both welcome to join us here as well. I have an idea, based upon a vision I had witnessed long ago and
our work last month."

Soterasiel Luminare says, "I will do my best to help."

Cheliyi offers a sheepish grin, settling beside Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides on the ground.
She rest her hand lightly on the stings, glancing expectantly at the remaining crowd.

Cheliyi begins to wield a wistful weeping willow lyre in her right hand.

Gyorn moves hesitantly over to join Manchal by the Thalassos.

Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides smiles reassuringly at Cheliyi, then turns her attention toward
tuning her mandolin, testing its notes against a quiet, practiced hum.

Soterasiel strides towards the Thalassos with a smile and looks at it, "So what do I do?"

Falaine glances back and forth between where Cheliyi sits with her lyre and over to where the others
stand, wavering for a long moment in indecision.

Kennian nods in the direction of Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer before striding forward with a
forced confidence near the Thalassos. She holds her head high, her nerves only betrayed by the lack of
her usual smile.

The soft lambency of passing hummingbirds filters in from outside, shedding light on a dark night.

Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides's eye looks up to Falaine, pausing before a smile splits across
her face. "Do you sing or play as well, Slakened Falaine?"

Ablutant Cheliyi, Lotus upon Cresting Waters thinks to herself: **deep unease, you've sung in front of
a crowd, but that was for the Wyrd... no, there will be no shadows here.**.

Muginn ruffles his feathers, stirring up puffs of fog.

The soft lambency of passing hummingbirds filters in from outside, shedding light on a dark night.

After a long moment, Falaine turns slowly and walks over to Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides, her
face tinting a deep indigo around the cheekbones. "I.. sometimes sing," she admits in an embarrassed
voice. "And can play a couple of instruments, though I've none with me now."

A blinding golden light bursts from the sky above the Plaxios Laboratory, and a vast column of swirling
energy lances across the southern reaches of the Basin, striking first the high antennae of the Tainted
Broadcasting Center before ricocheting northward to strike the slopes of Avechna's Teeth and Avechnas
peak, and finally jetting upward to disappear into the dark stormclouds looming above Hallifax.

Cheliyi blinks, surprised, before smiling brilliantly up at Falaine. "Oh! Am sure it is amazing, yes.
Are always good at what you put your mind to, Miss Falaine."

Cheliyi blinks.

You blink.

Duchess Kennian, Arm of Redress whispers, "The scientists are at it."

Gyorn La'Saet says, "Oh wow, guess Hallifax is working on something sinilar."

Slowly, Slakened Falaine, Novitiate of Purity says to Cheliyi, "If you play... I know a few appropriate
lullabies."

Gyorn La'Saet says, "Similar too."

You have emoted: Tridemon looks out toward the west, though the underground nature of the locale
prevents a clear view.

You think to yourself: Speaking of Plaxios...

Cheliyi smiles wryly at you.

For several long moments, nothing happens, the faint afterimage of the beam the only evidence of its
passage. Suddenly, a second burst of golden light pierces through the stormclouds, and, for the first
time in months, it is not rain that falls from the firmament but sparkling golden motes of magic.
Slowly, the eternal gloom that has plagued Hallifax lightens to a pale grey, thin shafts of moonlight
and glimmering stars finally peeking through the clouds.

As the musicians settle in, Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer turns toward the rest of the group.
"Music has a remarkable effect on the spirit," he says with a wry grin, "but I must leave such things
to those with a deeper affinity for it. For us, when we begin, I will want us to focus our efforts
collectively, and chant. A joined and united purpose is very important." He pauses, contemplative.

Cheliyi nods her head at Falaine.

Kennian grips her staff in both hands, before whispering "Perhaps between both nations we can make an
impact."

It is now the 1st of Shanthin, 595 years after the Coming of Estarra.

Aural Tildarmin yells, "Hail to the Dragonslayer, St. Hamos! Glory to New Celest which repels dragon
and the Taint alike! Praise be the Light!"

Ablutant Cheliyi, Lotus upon Cresting Waters thinks to herself: **relief, Miss Falaine will sing
instead.**.

"Perhaps indeed," Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides suggests, her smile growing broader still,
practically giddy with excitement. She turns her attention to Falaine and Cheliyi, nodding approvingly
to the former before telling the latter, "If you lead, I will follow and support."

The stormclouds above Plaxios grow darker yet, and bolts of violet lightning flash across the
firmament.

Distant and muffled voices filter in from outside.

"Ah," Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer murmurs, "perhaps we grew excited far too soon."

Kennian giggles happily, the excitement infectious and helping to restore her spirits.

Cheliyi's fingers twitch, and she nods firmly. "I can begins whenever, yes. What do the Aquamancers
gotta dos?"

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

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, you say, "Essentially anything involving that place is a
debacle by default."

A wry smile spreads across Gyorn's face.

Ablutant Cheliyi, Lotus upon Cresting Waters thinks to herself: Moving the storm indeeds...

Duchess Kennian, Arm of Redress thinks to herself: We make the water dance to the music!

Cheliyi's mauve frills twitch to some errant sound.

Cheliyi smiles brightly at Kennian, her frills puffing with joy.

Kennian beams broadly at Cheliyi.

Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer nods his agreement toward you and Gyorn, then motions toward his
group of four. "First, before the words, let us consider our focus."

Cheliyi peers around herself, and not-so-subtly sticks her hand in her amphora, pulling out a chunk of
mist that shapes into a butterfly. It flits across the room with merry cheer, before landing and
poofing on Kennian's nose.

Falaine settles to the ground by Cheliyi and Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides a bit stiffly,
looking somewhat incongrous in her bright plate with crossed legs upon the ground. To Cheliyi, she
says, "I will join in when you begin playing, so that I know what tune to sing the words to."

Kennian turns her attention back to Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer, listening carefully to the
instruction.

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

Howling across the city streets, the storm's wind billows around you like the caress of a wave: furious
at first, but then gentle in the next moment.

Cheliyi pauses and blushes.

Pushing his spectacles up his nose, Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer says, "We are united and agreed,
indeed, that for now, for this rite, we are focusing on soothing the storms over New Celest. We will
channel our energies and work our magics together with the Thalassos, to sway the heart to hear our
will." He hesitates. "With how troubled the Spirit of the Sea did seem, I hesitate to force anything,
but we *will* need firmness in our address."

Ablutant Cheliyi, Lotus upon Cresting Waters thinks to herself: Ohwaithe'swaitingformeokayaaaaaa.

Soterasiel shimmers with incandescent energy as the images of the Nine Seals blaze into existence along
his arms. After a long moment they fade, though his eyes blaze with light for some time after.

Soterasiel Luminare says, "So we're just talking to the Spirit?"

Gyorn nods his head at Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer.

Slakened Falaine, Novitiate of Purity thinks to herself: And while they provide firmness, we will
provide comfort. Both, vital.

Cheliyi's mauve frills twitch to some errant sound.

Cheliyi smiles softly at Falaine.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, you say, "Perhaps a tone similar to an elder sibling
attempting to get a younger one to do what their parents have said needs to be done?"

Cheliyi nods her head sagely.

Falaine glances at Cheliyi, then away, her cheeks darkening still further beneath the translucent metal
scales.

Cheliyi gives Falaine a friendly squeeze.

Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer shakes his head toward Soterasiel, clarifying, "The Spirit herself is
greater than the Inner Sea alone, and I am uncertain just how joined together the Thalassos is with the
Spirit, but I still urge caution for that reason."

Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, Ablutant Cheliyi, Lotus upon Cresting Waters whispers to
Falaine, "Gonna do greats."

With a thunderous roar of rushing water and crashing lightning, the skies open up over the Plaxios
Laboratory. The cacophony of the downpour combines with the cracking of the mountainside as the entire
western cliff face gives way, releasing the glacial lake from its earthen bounds.

With a glance of confirmation toward Tridemon, Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer says, "The Thalassos
seems affected now, but it was not immediately so, after all."

You stare blankly into space.

Soterasiel Luminare says, "What is her name?"

Kennian cringes slightly at the loud roar.

Gyorn's eyes widen in disbelief as he softly exclaims, "Whoa."

Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides nods encouragingly toward Falaine and Cheliyi, cradling her
mandolin to herself as she otherwise quietly listens and quietly prepares.

Cheliyi stares blankly into space.

Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer opens his mouth as if to say something, but pauses.

Odethi Plaxios shouts, "This is but a minor setback! I have learned SO VERY MUCH! I shall return, and
it will be GLORIOUS!"

Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, Ablutant Cheliyi, Lotus upon Cresting Waters says, "... did
they just-."

Soterasiel Luminare says, "Or do we just call the spirit Spirit?"

Duchess Kennian, Arm of Redress says, "Perhaps... perhaps we should begin."

Cheliyi stares blankly into space.

Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, Ablutant Cheliyi, Lotus upon Cresting Waters says, "...
hopefully, we will -not- break an entire mountains."

Shaking himself out of his momentarily external concern and redirecting his focus to the chamber
itself, Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer says, "I must insist that we do not."

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, you say, "The Great Spirits don't really have given names,
I don't think. Like Night or Moon or Sun..."

Steel clashes loudly amid hoarse battle cries as Zagreus roars, "When you return, be sure to fix your
weather machine finally."

Soterasiel looks about himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

Thalafir Oakvine shouts, "You insane harpy! You have destroyed everything! Whereever you go, I will
hunt you down and make sure your experiments never succeed!"

Soterasiel Luminare says, "Well if we are trying to make her happy it doesn't seem right to not call
her something."

With crushing force, an indomitable wall of water races across the entire valley, crushing crystalline
spires and towering trees alike. As the wave strikes the eastern mountainside, untold tons of water
crash over the Razines into the Basin proper before settling back. An eerie silence falls over the
valley, broken only by the eternal rumbling of the storms.

Soterasiel looks about himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

Soterasiel Luminare says, "Or does anyone know why she's upset?"

The waters of the Thalassos still for but a moment, revealing a glimpse of clear waters in its depths
before the surface is troubled anew.

Soterasiel flashes the Thalassos a joyous smile.

"Right," Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer says to himself, then rolls his shoulders and stores his
driftwood staff at his back. "Right," he repeats, softer still, "focus." Louder, as he places his hands
upon the Thalassos, he looks from side to side. "To my understanding," he says to Soterasiel, "which is
admittedly lacking - she was Awakened horribly incorrectly."

Soterasiel Luminare says to the Thalassos, "See, look at that peaceful water down there. She clearly
doesn't always wish to be so worked up."

Soterasiel creases his brow in a frown.

Soterasiel Luminare says to the Thalassos, "Then it isn't your fault at all is it my dear? You're only
doing what you can with what you have."

Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, Ablutant Cheliyi, Lotus upon Cresting Waters says, "...
hm."

Soterasiel Luminare smiles and says to the Thalassos, "There is a lot of water, but your storms are
rather beautiful. In that regard I think you are doing a wonderful job."

His hands still curled around the rim of the basin, Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer says, "I will be
chanting the following words for the ritual - you may join me with them if you find them a useful
focus, or you may chant other words entirely, or you may conduct your work in silence if that is
preferred."

Muffled laughter echoes from somewhere outside.

Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer chants by demonstration, without the stirring of magic to back his
words, "O storm and sea, we call to thee. By tide and swell, your rage we quell."

Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer chants by demonstration, without the stirring of magic to back his
words, "Your currents fierce we turn aside. To calm, to soothe, we turn your tide."

Soterasiel Luminare whispers to the Thalassos, "I know things have been hard on you, but help us and we
can make things better. I promise."

Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer quiets, allowing the words to echo within the chamber, then tilts his
head as he regards the others gathered around the Thalassos. "Would you like a moment to prepare your
thoughts and words, or do you think you feel ready to begin?"

Singing drifts in from outside, faintly muffled.

Gyorn La'Saet says, "I am ready, I think."

You think to yourself: ... I'm not entirely certain that Soterasiel knows the difference between the
Thalassos and Spirit Sea, but I'm not going to correct him.

Darach Tylwyth Ebonrose, Lord of Titles shouts, "Where is Plaxios?"

Soterasiel Luminare says, "I'm ready, just remember to be nice everyone. I'm sure she's just scared and
confused. It's a lot to have happen at the start of your life after all."

Duchess Kennian, Arm of Redress says, "Ready as I'll ever be!"

An array of stunning colours briefly suffuses the sky as Ashira's voice proclaims, "Flooded."

You have emoted: Tridemon nods, shifting his grip on his staff about three inches upward.

Soterasiel smiles softly.

The brim of Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer's hat bobs with his head as he nods, then looks over to
the musicians. "Ready, friends?"

Cheliyi listens carefully, before her attention drifts once more to her lyre. Exhaling softly, she
shifts in place to better hold her lyre. Gently, she begins to pluck at the upper strings, like the
sound of gentle rain tapping on stone. She glances expectantly at Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer,
and then Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides, humming in harmony with her playing.

Muffled laughter echoes from somewhere outside.

Kennian grips her staff firmly in her right hand as she lays her left very delicately on the Thalassos.
She closes her eyes and exhales, preparing her thoughts and shifting her focus.

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

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.

Gyorn concentrates on projecting calming thoughts at the Thalassos.

Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides picks up Cheliyi's harmony with a smile of affirmation to
Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer, her practiced fingers sliding effortlessly over her instrument's
many strings. What she works is soothing, low, like a late summer's eve and the first twinkling of
starlight peeking out across the blanket of night.

Muffled laughter echoes from somewhere outside.

The waters within the Thalassos quietly churn, whispers of sadness laden in the briny air.

Soterasiel reaches out and presses his hands against the Thalassos while smiling softly, "It's okay
little one. Just take a deep breath and come here and lets get everything sorted out."

Aquamantic symbols suddenly project themselves upon the very air in dark blue light, fading after a
brief moment.

Soterasiel Luminare says, "It's okay little one, I know it's not fair or right. It's not your fault at
all."

Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer nods, then tightens his grip around the rim of the Thalassos. "Let us
begin in earnest," he says, then exhales in one weighty pause. His eyes fixed upon the waters' troubled
surface, he begins to channel his magic with the others gathered, threads of aquamarine glowing along
his arms, to his hands, to thread along the rippling waves.

You have emoted: Tridemon's right eye takes on new color, a blue-green hue that fills it as if seawater
were flowing into it.

Kennian sways softly with the music as she begins to chant under her breath. The words are nearly
inaudible but the tone is loving and kind.

Ear fins flared to catch the sound of lyre and mandolin, Falaine lets the music pas her once, then
twice, then joins in on the third round of notes. "Now listen to me, little sea, little sea, yes the
moon's rising high in the sky..." the paladin sings, her voice husky and sweet, like honey in embers,
quiet at first with self-consciousness, but building in confidence as the words go on. "The stars
glitter bright, you send back their sweet light, as the wind plays a soft lullaby..."

Singing drifts in from outside, faintly muffled.

The waters of the Thalassos stir, rippling waves licking higher as it begins to answer the gradual
working of magic and music in kind - troubled, agitated, tossing and turning and splashing nearby
fingers and tops.

Gyorn follows Manchal's example and channels his own magic toward the Thalassos.

Soterasiel presses his hands deeper into the Thalassos, "It's okay to be upset and scared. Just come
here and listen to the pretty song these nice Sisters will play for you."

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

Quietly, steadily, Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer's chanting begins to rise upon words as low as the
benthic depths of the sea, as quiet and inexorable as the deepest tides. "O storm and sea, we call to
thee."

Pale gold in hue, the wreath about Gyorn's brow shimmers in a steady pattern, like unto a heartbeat in
its gentle pulsations, and crowns Gyorn in a flickering halo before settling still once more.

Gyorn chants softly, under his breath, channeling calming magic.

Kennian issues a soft giggle of excitement, allowing her magic to channel through her. She focuses on
joyful healing energy as her chant becomes emboldened by the music and grows slightly in volume.

Duchess Kennian, Arm of Redress chants, "O storm and sea, we call to thee. By tide and swell, your rage
we quell."

Cheliyi's frills twitch as she listens intently to Falaine's words, occasionally strumming soft chords
reminiscent of waves creeping up a shore. Her humming grows softer as the merian paladin's own rises,
falling into a comfortable balance of sound.

"By tide and swell, your rage we quell," Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer chants with Kennian, his
voice rolling currents, quieter than Falaine's lullaby, than Soterasiel's soothing words, but no less
soft.

Soterasiel strokes his hands back and forth gently within the moving waters of the Thalassos. "Don't be
scared little one, just come and listen for a bit with us."

Duchess Kennian, Arm of Redress chants, "Your currents fierce we turn aside. To calm, to soothe, we
turn your tide."

Aquamantic symbols suddenly project themselves upon the very air in dark blue light, fading after a
brief moment.

Like pinpricks of starlight do Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides's notes pluck from her mandolin,
low and coruscating with the lapping of Cheliyi's waves, like the light that brushes their crests -
highlighting the beauty already therein, complementing it.

Singing drifts in from outside, faintly muffled.

You have emoted: Tridemon stands in silence, his magic perhaps a touch less precise than Manchal's as
he assists in the working, the feeling of both warm currents and icy depths following the flows.

Ablutant Cheliyi, Lotus upon Cresting Waters thinks to herself: **a sudden swell of pride, that's your
dad, so amazing s...**.

A flash! Another! And another still! The storm clouds above shudder from the onslaught of lightning,
their silvery down woven with hidden scripture illuminated from within.

Kennian shivers softly as the water within the Thalassos brushes over her fingertips on the edge. Her
usual happy smile overtakes her face again as she continues to channel her calm healing energy through
her magic.

With Kennian, Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer chants firmly, pouring aquamarine energy into the
Thalassos and drawing it back, working with its depths as though he were a sea's current himself,
moving with precision alongside your more intuitive work. "Your currents fierce we turn aside. To calm,
to soothe, we turn your tide."

Glancing over at Cheliyi for a bare moment before looking away, over at the Thalassos , the words of
the lullaby coming in time with the lyre, though perhaps a touch unsteady despite the smooth-soft
voice, soothing and low. "It's time to calm down, deep sea, deep sea, for the storm is so terribly
dark.. we must circle the light, listen to us tonight, while we sing our old songs to the stars,"

Duchess Kennian, Arm of Redress chants, "O storm and sea, we call to thee. By tide and swell, your rage
we quell."

Duchess Kennian, Arm of Redress chants, "Your currents fierce we turn aside. To calm, to soothe, we
turn your tide."

The cool currents and the warm - both churn within the Thalassos as the Aquamancers and Celestine work,
shifting in tune to the soothing music from the three musicians. The rippling waves hesitate, smoothing
before rippling again, the waves building larger, and larger...

Soterasiel smiles softly.

Closing her eyes now, tuning out all but the sound of Cheliyi's lyre, Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the
Tides's mandolin, and the watery call of rain and sea, Falaine continues, her voice strangely maternal
in its gentle roughness. "Tt's time to dream sweet, hurting sea, hurting sea, for your place in our
world is so dear. Look onward, look far: find your own chosen star, and imagine it down with you here."

Seawolves and dragon turtles attempt to erupt in combat across the Inner Sea and Sea of Despair, but
both their numbers are too few. The battle ends before it even began.

Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer looks briefly to his sides, sucking in a deep breath before staring
more fiercely through his water-splashed spectacles into the water's surface. "O storm and sea, we call
to thee! By tide and swell, your rage we quell!"

Soterasiel Luminare whispers, "That's it little one, it's okay."

Cheliyi's expression softens as Falaine lulls the Thalassos with her song, her own playing growing
slower and sliding to the lower strings. As if the creeping wave were receding and pulling back from
the starry shore, she strums a descending scale.

Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides bolsters Falaine's low, rough gentleness with her mandolin's
deeper notes, their music joined with Cheliyi's lyre rippling over the chanting. She draws a breath,
sweat beading upon her singular brow, wetting her hairline as she concentrates and plays.

You have emoted: Tridemon continues concentrating wordlessly, his magic building up higher, the color
in his eye growing deeper, the currents of his magic running faster and colder, with the vague sound of
a rushing underwater current audible for half a moment.

Gyorn continues to project calming magic toward the Thalassos.

Singing drifts in from outside, faintly muffled.

Soterasiel Luminare whispers, "I just want to meet the maker of such beautiful lightning and thank her
for showing me something so wonderful."

Falaine matches the slower speed, earnest and kind, though far from dulcet as she sings the last lines
of the lullaby. "We reach out to you, crying sea, crying sea, with the comfort of love in our hearts..
Lay your heartache down, let Light's balm abound, and let your dark dreams come apart.."

... and then the waves die down, subsiding into gentler currents that stir in harmony with the
communion of those around it. It shifts, churning with the magics worked, receptive and responsive.

Soterasiel beams broadly.

Soterasiel Luminare smiles and says, "Such a good job."

Cheliyi strums two strings an octave apart, letting them hang in the air as the lullaby finally comes
to a close.

Muffled laughter echoes from somewhere outside.

Ablutant Cheliyi, Lotus upon Cresting Waters thinks to herself: ... my fingertips hurt.

Kennian relaxes her posture only slightly as her chanting ends. She continues to channel a clam healing
energy toward the Thalassos.

"Yes," Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer whispers, staring into what reflections finally peer back up
from the Thalassos's newly untroubled depths. He closes his eyes, and whispers, "Concentrate, everyone.
Urge the Sea to hear us. To heed us. To calm the storms over the city. It listens."

Gyorn La'Saet chants, "We ask you to hear, please calm the storms over our fair city."

Soterasiel continues to stroke his hands through the Thalassos, "Little one, you have shown us such
beautiful wonders dancing through the heavens, but you need to rest also and let yourself see the world
around you."

Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides closes her eye, sweat still clammy upon her brow, vagrant curls
of hair slicking to her cheeks. Her mandolin's notes linger with ponderous grace, slow to fade.

Gently, Ablutant Cheliyi, Lotus upon Cresting Waters murmurs, "Sister Sea? I know, the world is
terrifying right nows. It makes sense, to storm and rage when everything seems so terrible. But really,
it isn't so. The Basin, it can be wonderfuls, yes. Please, calm over Celest. Maybe we can show you! Can
sing you as many lullabies and songs as you want, evens."

Soterasiel Luminare says, "All your sibling Spirits you can meet, and all the various Shards that you
could see for yourself."

Virescent lightning tears storm clouds into tatters as it arcs downward and strikes the top of Whelk
Tower with fulminating sparks.

Less a chant and more a whisper beneath the words of others, Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer murmurs
as he focuses, "Your currents fierce we turn aside. To calm, to soothe, we turn your tide."

You have emoted: Tridemon lets the tone and temperature of his magic settle, no less intense, but
warmer and slower. No longer demanding attention, but firmly suggesting a sense of calmness throughout.

Soterasiel watches the lightning with a smile.

Falaine says nothing more, having fallen silent in wake of the song, but sanctifying energies ripple
around her hands where they lay flat upon the earth, her eyes closing as she contemplates and focuses.

A flash! Another! And another still! The storm clouds above shudder from the onslaught of lightning,
their silvery down woven with hidden scripture illuminated from within.

Kennian whispers kind and loving words. She thinks of the happiness she feels in the park, or in the
Fortress library, or playing with her star-friend and concentrates on sharing that emotion through her
magic.

Soterasiel Luminare smiles and says, "Maybe we could even show you different places and you could pick
an area that you want to keep shrouded in storms, that way you can play with your lightning whenever
you like!"

Softly, Ablutant Cheliyi, Lotus upon Cresting Waters says, "We want to help find you, Sister Sea. Help
you feel calm and safe. But Celest must be clear, if we can focus on finding you. Do not want you to be
alone, and if you help us, we can better help you, I thinks."

As though heeding your whispers, your music, your pleas to the Thalassos, lightning thrashes across the
skies, but thinner now, the darkness of the storms choking the city skies beginning to gray, to thin.

Slakened Falaine, Novitiate of Purity thinks to herself: [The Thalassos, as vivid in her mind's eye as
it would be in her physical eyes. She focuses upon it, sending waves of gentle reassurance as her
natural aura of protectiveness manifests as a shield around the essence of the sea within].

Soterasiel beams broadly.

The soft lambency of passing hummingbirds filters in from outside, shedding light on a dark night.

Lightning cracks across the skies of New Celest one last time. Riding upon a gentle sigh of briny wind,
as well as a current of Aquamantic energies which reverberate from the heart of the city, the cloud
cover begins to thin and retreat, allowing a beautiful splash of sunset to bathe the city in its glow
once more.

The Mantle of Starlight shimmers and twinkles as the starlit darkness that it is formed of continues
its eternal motion.

Soterasiel Luminare whispers, "I knew someone that made such pretty storms would be nice."

Aquamantic symbols suddenly project themselves upon the very air in dark blue light, fading after a
brief moment.

Cheliyi visibly brightens, her frills flaring with joy as she glances up the stairs.

Soterasiel Luminare says, "She's such a sweet Spirit."

Softly, Ablutant Cheliyi, Lotus upon Cresting Waters whispers, "Thank you."

Soterasiel Luminare says, "No one can paint so beautifully and be mean."

Gyorn jerks slightly as the air fills with sparkling motes of bright light.
You sense Tylwyth pulling on the strands of aether surrounding Gyorn.

Soterasiel tilts back his head and inhales deeply while twitching a wolf's snout.

For a long time, Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer doesn't open his eyes. He lingers where he is,
fingers still clenched around the Thalassos's rim as though scarcely daring to believe it might be
over.

Ablutant Cheliyi, Lotus upon Cresting Waters thinks to herself: **a swell of joy, Dad will see
sunlight, good, good ..**.

Soterasiel Luminare smiles and says to the Thalassos, "Thank you little one. Truly. If you need
anything at all, we are happy to help any time."

For her part, Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides opens her one eye, the smile upon her lips fading
when she sees Tylwyth. "You tread upon Sanctified grounds," she says coolly.

You have emoted: Tridemon slowly releases the magic, like the tide going out, the oceanic colors
draining from his right eye as he lets out a breath.

Softly, Darach Tylwyth Ebonrose, Lord of Titles says, "So do you."

Tylwyth strikes a pose.

You sense the sweeping gaze of Fillirriqili looking upon you.

Softly, Darach Tylwyth Ebonrose, Lord of Titles says, "I am flying."

Kennian murmurs softly, her eyes opening to stare at the water in the Thalassos.

Softly, Darach Tylwyth Ebonrose, Lord of Titles says, "So you're the only one really treading here."

Cheliyi pauses, and stares at Tylwyth. "You're not a light person's, Mister Tylwyth."

Cheliyi rolls her eyes.

Soterasiel Luminare says to Tylwyth, "Please be respectful while you are here."

Softly, Darach Tylwyth Ebonrose, Lord of Titles says, "I only way like a pound."

Softly, Darach Tylwyth Ebonrose, Lord of Titles says, "I am very light."

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, you say to Tylwyth, "You are, in fact, indoors. And in the
middle of one of the Sanctifier's guildhall, in fact."

Falaine climbs to her feet slowly, advancing to just before Tylwyth. "Do you need something in the Hall
of the Sancifiers, wyrden one?"

Cheliyi mutters under her breathe and begins to rummage through her bag.

Soterasiel tilts back his head and inhales deeply while twitching a wolf's snout.

Softly, Darach Tylwyth Ebonrose, Lord of Titles says, "Yes."

Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides's eye fixes upon Tylwyth, her coolness turning to icy fire, her
fingers gripping her mandolin. "I ask you to leave."

Gyorn stretches out his hand, intently focused as he murmurs ancient words of power. Sprays of ocean
mist and surges of seawater accompany the ascent of a towering glacier as it rises to dominate the area
at his behest.

Softly, Darach Tylwyth Ebonrose, Lord of Titles says, "I need to know another valley's not going ot
flood."

Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, Ablutant Cheliyi, Lotus upon Cresting Waters murmurs,
"Where are my gusty things."

Falaine narrows her eyes at Tylwyth in an unnerving manner.

Gyorn La'Saet says, "Leave."

Softly, Darach Tylwyth Ebonrose, Lord of Titles says, "Since one just DID flood."

Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, Ablutant Cheliyi, Lotus upon Cresting Waters says to
Tylwyth, "Don't gotta know a things. Get out."

Kennian continues to focus even harder on kind healing energy, given the flux in the room.

Soterasiel Luminare says to Tylwyth, "You do not need to intrude. Leave, as you are currently violating
several laws."

Softly, Darach Tylwyth Ebonrose, Lord of Titles says, "Well."

Softly, Darach Tylwyth Ebonrose, Lord of Titles says, "That was rude."

Slakened Falaine, Novitiate of Purity says, "So is trespass."

Softly, Darach Tylwyth Ebonrose, Lord of Titles says, "Rudeness will be remembred."

Cheliyi rolls her eyes.

Soterasiel's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Gyorn sniffs the air while twitching a striped badger nose.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, you say, "... right then."

You drop a monolith sigil.

Gyorn La'Saet says, "He is still in."

Soterasiel tilts back his head and inhales deeply while twitching a wolf's snout.

Cheliyi sniffs the air while fluttering a cute little rabbit nose.

Soterasiel Luminare says, "Not anymore."

Soterasiel tilts back his head and inhales deeply while twitching a wolf's snout.

Gyorn nods his head emphatically.

Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, Ablutant Cheliyi, Lotus upon Cresting Waters mutters,
"Arse."

Gyorn faces the shimmering glacier and closes his outstretched fist, the glacier shuddering and
dissolving to his will.

Gyorn beams elatedly and proffers a chipper "Yep!" to signify his input on the matter.

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

Gyorn La'Saet says, "Anyway."

Slakened Falaine, Novitiate of Purity thinks to herself: Imagine inviting yourself to another city's
guildhall and then being offended at being asked politely to leave.

Cheliyi exhales slowly, allowing a long fluid breath to creep from her lungs.

Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides's iciness thaws with a sag of her shoulders, though her fingers
still clutch protectively at her mandolin.

Soterasiel turns back and strokes his fingers through the Thalassos, "You see that? Even shards have a
hard time getting along with other shards, so no one would ever try to blame you for being confused
with everything going on at once."

Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer's eyes had, in fact, opened during the fuss, and in silence he
watches the wyrden intruder leave. And then he clears his throat, somewhat awkwardly. "We need not let
the wyrden one spoil our success. After all..."

Duchess Kennian, Arm of Redress thinks to herself: Should be made an enemy.

Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer claps his hands once, the sound filling the chamber with its
suddenness. "We have together just done what has not been done in... in... who can say how long!"

(Celest): Lidon says, "Salutations fair city!"

Cheliyi nods her head sagely.

Soterasiel beams broadly.

(Celestial Gathering): Soterasiel says, "Dubbed."

Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, Ablutant Cheliyi, Lotus upon Cresting Waters says, "It -was
- really cools, yes."

Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides softens before Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer's enthusiasm,
its contagiousness tugging her lips into a slow but brilliant smile. She draws herself to her slippered
feet and slings her mandolin over her shoulder, nodding her agreement as she brushes her fingertips
against the Thalassos.

Soterasiel Luminare says to the Thalassos, "I'm going to call you Lissea, because I'm not sure it's
polite to keep saying little one all the time, and I think it seems as pretty as your storms.""

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

Gyorn blinks.

Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, Ablutant Cheliyi, Lotus upon Cresting Waters says, "... uh.
Mister Soterasiel..."

Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, Ablutant Cheliyi, Lotus upon Cresting Waters says, "That's
not..."

Cheliyi glances askance at you.

Eventually, Ablutant Cheliyi, Lotus upon Cresting Waters says, "A bad idea. Nicely name, yes."

Fingertips lingering as she speaks to herself, Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides says, "What a
blessed day this is." Her fingers curl, not tightly but with some firmness, around the Thalassos' lip.
"Imagine what we might be able to accomplish with greater preparation, greater displays of faith..."

Soterasiel raises an eyebrow questioningly.

It is now the 2nd of Shanthin, 595 years after the Coming of Estarra.

Beads of sweat break out on Cheliyi's face.

Aural Tildarmin yells, "Glory be to New Celest, the City of Light! Within these walls reside the
Sanctifiers of St. Loathys, the Magisterium of the Holy Father, and the Archons of Dawning Hope!"

Distant and muffled voices filter in from outside.

Kennian smiles softly.

Cheliyi smiles brightly at the Thalassos, her frills puffing with joy.

Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, Ablutant Cheliyi, Lotus upon Cresting Waters says, "...
would be pretty cool, I'm sure."

Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer looks on between the gathered and their discussion with faint
amusement, and he shakes his head, only to push his spectacles up his nose as they threaten to slide
from their perch again. "We have done well," he reaffirms. "Sailors might say now is an excellent time
to stop by a tavern for a drink. I... do not partake myself, but would not begrudge any who wished to."

Falaine watches Soterasiel in silent bemusement, glancing at Cheliyi with a sparkle in her eyes that
can only be suppressed humor.

Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer says to you, "My old friend, would the Sanctifiers mind terribly if I
lingered here a bit longer to keep an eye upon the Thalassos while the Sea Spirit yet suffers?"

Soterasiel Luminare says to Cheliyi, "If I ever meet the Spirit one day, I'm going to ask about the
name. I'm fairly confident this may occur."

Cheliyi stares blankly at Soterasiel.

Kennian lets her hand slip off the edge of the Thalassos. Her body dips slightly in exhaustion before
she straightens again.

Slowly, Ablutant Cheliyi, Lotus upon Cresting Waters says, "... make sure to bring water breathes."

Falaine's eyes sparkle with amusement at Cheliyi.

Cheliyi pats Kennian in a friendly manner.

Soterasiel Luminare says to Cheliyi, "Thank you for that, I will make sure to!"

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

Soterasiel Luminare says, "Oh, actually, I can just shift into a Merian!"

Cheliyi looks like she deeply wants to say something, but decides not to.

Cheliyi stares implacably about herself.

Gyorn's eyes sparkle with amusement at Cheliyi.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, you say to Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer, "You can
stay and watch it if you are so inclined, yes."

Gyorn nods his head at Cheliyi, showing his acceptance.

Soterasiel Luminare says to Cheliyi, "I know what you're thinking, and it is indeed very magical!"

Soterasiel beams broadly.

Cheerfully, Ablutant Cheliyi, Lotus upon Cresting Waters says to Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer, "I
certainl don't minds, no."

Cheliyi stares blankly at Soterasiel.

Gyorn puts a group of 50 wood commodities into the Thalassos.
A group of 50 wood commodities slips beneath the waves of the Thalassos, dissolving into the saline
waters as it increases the temporal energy about the basin.

A distant roll of thunder rumbles softly throughout the city, and then fades.

Cheliyi stares blankly at the Thalassos.

You think to yourself: Unfortunately there is no shoproom under the floor here to stock with items that
he can sell to novices.

Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, Ablutant Cheliyi, Lotus upon Cresting Waters whispers, "It
just ate-."

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, you say, "Yes, it does that."

Cheliyi stares blankly into space.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, you say, "Gold, too."

Soterasiel Luminare says to Cheliyi, "Your playing was very lovely by the way, I'm sure it helped very
much in helping the Spirit to relax."

Gyorn La'Saet says, "Also eats eggs."

You put 10,000 gold sovereigns in the Thalassos.
Gold sovereigns sink below the waves of the Thalassos, the golden tints glimmering as the currents
beneath the waters transform the coins into sand, and then disperse them throughout the basin so
uniformly that it is impossible to distinguish them anymore.

Momentarily distracted by the compliment, Ablutant Cheliyi, Lotus upon Cresting Waters says, "Ah uh,
thanks, and w h y e g g s."

Soterasiel Luminare smiles and says, "Everyone did a remarkable job in coming together to make such a
calm and relaxing environment."

Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer bows his head gratefully, adding with a pat upon the vessel at his
hip, "Perhaps we may figure out what we can do with the essence we have gathered, and consider how to
work with the rest of the Basin with the other Thalassi. Work for another day, another month."

Gyorn La'Saet says to Cheliyi, "And gold anomalies."

Duchess Kennian, Arm of Redress says, "I should rest. Thank you for allowing me to help."

Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides flashes Soterasiel a warm smile, and she says, "I can certainly
agree with that!"

Gyorn nods his head at Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer.

Soterasiel Luminare smiles and says to Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides, "You as well, I was
entranced by your mandolin!"

Gyorn puts a group of 2 cartons of eggs into the Thalassos.
A group of 2 cartons of eggs slips beneath the waves of the Thalassos, dissolving into the saline
waters as it increases the temporal energy about the basin.

You think to yourself: ... then again, maybe the Thalassos just wants breakfast.

Falaine puts some gold sovereigns in the Thalassos.
Gold sovereigns sink below the waves of the Thalassos, the golden tints glimmering as the currents
beneath the waters transform the coins into sand, and then disperse them throughout the basin so
uniformly that it is impossible to distinguish them anymore.

Soterasiel Luminare smiles and says to Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer, "Thank you for allowing me to
commune with a Spirit in such a manner. It was a new and thrilling experience and something I will
remember forever."

Kennian takes one last look toward the Thalassos before turning and waving a happy good-bye to
everyone.

Cheliyi giggles at something unheard.

Gyorn La'Saet says, "I'm really glad the lightning stopped.. putting out fires all over the city.."

With perked, upright ears, a ruddy Nyalian mastiff lopes away to the up as if he were alerted to some
danger ahead.

Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer retrieves his driftwood staff to rest his weight lightly upon,
flashing Soterasiel a smile. "It was all of our work together, joined and united. I should be thanking
you."

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, you say, "Maybe eventually the Kelpie Maiden II will get
fewer fires, as well..."

Soterasiel shimmers with incandescent energy as the images of the Nine Seals blaze into existence along
his arms. After a long moment they fade, though his eyes blaze with light for some time after.

(Celest): Kennian says, "Take care of each other, fellow Servants of the Light?"

You blink.

Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, Ablutant Cheliyi, Lotus upon Cresting Waters says to
Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer, "Do you think we may need -more- of the essence later? I know the
Thalassos is quiet, but I worry if when helping the other Thalssi, we may run out of essence."

Soterasiel Luminare says to Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer, "The end process yes, but we only
arrived here thanks to your efforts in research. For that we owe you a great debt."

(Celest): Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer says, "You as well, Kennian! Thank you for joining us!"

Falaine stares quietly into the basin of the Thalassos, hands clasped into the small of her back as she
listens.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, you say to Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer, "Ah! That
reminds me! I meant to ask after Dame Eluzmith, but things started happening and I forgot to do so."

Gyorn puts a group of 10 silver bars into the Thalassos.
A group of 10 silver bars slips beneath the waves of the Thalassos, dissolving into the saline waters
as it increases the temporal energy about the basin.

Gyorn puts a group of 100 wood commodities into the Thalassos.
A group of 100 wood commodities slips beneath the waves of the Thalassos, dissolving into the saline
waters as it increases the temporal energy about the basin.

Gyorn nods his head emphatically.

Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer flashes you a smile and gestures vaguely with his driftwood staff.
"She was well when we parted last, some time ago. We haven't been in touch in a while, in truth."

The nighttime air is still, holding its breath against the distant churning of seaside surf and the
storm which threatens to break anew.

Cheliyi blinks slowly.

Rubbing his chin thoughtfully, Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer says, "As to the question about more
sea essence..."

Gyorn La'Saet says, "I enjoyed being able to see around your guildhall, it's beautiful."

Gyorn tilts his head and listens intently to Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer.

Regarding the Thalassos thoughtfully, Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer says, "We should keep it in
mind, certainly, I think, and perhaps begin gathering anew soon. But perhaps for now, it is best to let
it rest. To settle, as it were?"

Cheliyi nods her head sagely.

Comprehension flashes across Gyorn's face.

Gyorn La'Saet says, "Sounds good sir."

Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides turns from the Thalassos, stretching out her arms and back before
flashing Cheliyi and Falaine a particularly bright smile. "The music we wove was beautiful," she says
sincerely. "I look forward to playing with you both again in the future."

Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides turns to the rest of the gathering and bends her waist in a
polite bow, her eye bright. "We have truly accomplished something grand, and I am honoured to have
played a part."

With a sweep of her white robes, Zeasha Novikei bows her head humbly and departs to the up.