Updating Viravain on the Party Guests

Esei tells you, "I can sense Lady Maylea."

You have emoted: Gurashi suddenly turns to look at Esei, wide eyed and terrified.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Visionary Esei of the Ascending Dusk, "She would not."

Esei nods solemnly to you.

Esei tells you, "Not what?"

Beads of sweat break out on your face.

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Uh."

Esei tilts their head and listens intently to you.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Visionary Esei of the Ascending Dusk, "D-do not use Her name, think can -hear- you and probably does not want us to be talking about Her anyway."

You have emoted: Gurashi calms himself and looks back at Bizirik, the leothin, wringing his hands together.

Esei tells you, "I see."

Esei pets Bizirik, the leothin ingratiatingly.
Bizirik, the leothin stares blankly at Esei. After a moment its tail lifts once then thumps back against the ground with potential delight.

(The Shadow Kindred): Esei says, "*stares at gurashi* *opens mouth*."
(The Shadow Kindred): You say, "CRYING."

You think to yourself: Does not want to come.

You think to yourself: Does not. Want to come.

You think to yourself: D-do not know if would be welcome if come...

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Am needing to take care of some private things, and then will rest."

You see the following people here:
Xenthos, Razhril, Esei, Gurashi.

A shadowy cavern.
Roughly hewn walls make up the construction of this oddly out of place cavern. Stalactites of shimmering obsidian grace the area in small groups. Along the brumal floor, a dark smoke drifts in hypnotic swirls, affording this area a sense of dark enchantment. A cracked mirror floats in the air.

You think to yourself: Not yet.

You think to yourself: Not ready yet.

You have emoted: Gurashi begins to pace anxiously, hands on either side of his head.

You think to yourself: What if really is all just joke.

You have emoted: Gurashi rubs his hands up and down on his face, then pulls out the dagger, staring at it awkwardly.

You have emoted: Gurashi stares hard at the mirror before him, shoulders bunched anxiously.

You think to yourself: Have to deliver the message.

You think to yourself: ...w-won't kill the messenger, right?

You think to yourself: Asked to .. invite all of them...

You step into a mirror and briefly pass through a swarm of spiders.
The Fulcrux of Viravain.
A comforting feeling of privacy pervades the area. Thick, lacy filaments of glistening web cling tightly to the surfaces of the walls. Jagged rocks of many sizes cover the ground, these too covered in the same delicate strands as the walls and low hanging ceiling. The faint babbling of a small stream echoes through the chamber as the sweet, hypnotic scent of roses lingers in the air. Settled within the branches of an ancient and skeletal tree roosts a murder of crows, their voices harsh and deafening as their caws peal through the air. A cracked mirror floats in the air. Black roses glitter from the stems of this thorny bush. A painting of Feathers and Roses has been thrown on the ground here.

You let loose a long breath from your lungs, exhaling slowly.

You have emoted: Gurashi shuffles across the Fulcrux, holding the knife tightly in his hands as he begins to approach the shrine. "M-many greetings, Miss Lady of Roses," He says quietly, suddenly seeming quite tired.

You have emoted: Gurashi quietly sinks to his knees on the soft earth beside the shrine, still fidgeting with the blade. "So, was going to give updates to the festival," He explains slowly. "Invitations... mean..."

Eerie whispers echo around you from some unknown source, before fading into silence once more.

Leaning slowly to the side so his head barely touches the side of the shrine, you say, "Think told already, that uhm, Miss Lady Welkin is not coming. She said I was amusing. Gave me some mist. It kind of itches..."

You have emoted: Gurashi's eyes half close as he lets his hands rest in his lap. "And, today ... Lady Enchantress responded..."

A soft breeze drifts in, creating a shower of black rose petals that dance upon the wind.

Plucking a black rose petal from the ground, you say, "She gave me message for, so, uhm, am going to tell what said."

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Roughly."

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Think was being mean. Was..."

You have emoted: Gurashi takes a deep breath. "Intense."

Faintly buzzing, you say, "She told me to tell You that, is glad are able to think big enough of a world outside Glomdoring."

You have emoted: Gurashi shifts the blade from one hand to the other. "And, that She may come to the festival."

Holding up the blade, as if showing it to someone present, you say, "Then She, gave me a ... this, knife.. that, think belongs to Brother, uhm - Lord Predator ... maybe..."

Still holding out the blade, you say, "And said something like, 'after all enjoyed activities with Brother'... and, is why think was trying to be mean..."

Lolling his head back, you say, "Am not really sure what is ... going on. What histories mean, between You and Her and Lord Predator. Sounds like is very exhausting and stressful ...cannot imagine dealing with for eternity."

Quietly, you say, "Have still not heard from Miss Lady of Serenity ... do not know if She would be welcome by rest of Glomdoring anyway..."

Twiddling his thumbs together, you say, "But... am still doing what asked..."

Glancing sidelong at the shrine, you say, "And, hope am doing O-K."

You have emoted: Gurashi stares out towards the entrance of the Fulcrux, a blank expression on his face. "... Is all really... scary..."

You have emoted: Gurashi catches himself, sitting up and brushing himself off. "A-anyway. Do not want to leave the knife unattended, so uhm, if and when would like, will give to You ..." He bows slowly, solemnly. "Will let know if hear anything else. Have, a nice day."

You step into a mirror, briefly passing through a wall of shadows.
A shadowy cavern.
Roughly hewn walls make up the construction of this oddly out of place cavern. Stalactites of shimmering obsidian grace the area in small groups. Along the brumal floor, a dark smoke drifts in hypnotic swirls, affording this area a sense of dark enchantment. A cracked mirror floats in the air.
You see exits leading north, east, and west.

You let loose a long breath from your lungs, exhaling slowly.

You have emoted: Gurashi brings up his hands, covering his face.

Light shifts and reflects from the surface of the crystalline walls.

You think to yourself: Is O-K.

You have emoted: Gurashi drags his hands down his face, catching on his mandibles.

You think to yourself: Is O-K.