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- A silver-tipped fawn Nyalian mastiff sporting wings of angelsong made manifest, flapping its wings,
- lifts Falaine up into the air with you.
- Falaine leans forward and flashes a grin. "I thought I sensed you about."
- 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.
- Glancing around, Slakened Falaine, Novitiate of Purity says, "Poor weather for flying."
- Turning from facing out over the city below, Avaris's three pairs of wings beat in
- a steady, peculiar rhythm that displaces immense gusts of air. Indifferent, it seems, to the roiling
- storm and the lightning that casts him in a purple hue, he waves a golden hand aside, dismissive. "I
- can endure it well enough. Better up here, I think, than below."
- Neatly balancing atop a silver-tipped fawn Nyalian mastiff sporting wings of angelsong made manifest
- as the dog corrects and stabilizes in the high winds, Falaine crosses her arms, frowning. "Suits
- your mood, then? I can understand the appeal of that, I suppose," she concedes, then shakes her
- head. "I take it things did not get better with Selia after my departure?" she asks dryly.
- A soft, pleasant harmony of resonant laughter rolls forth from Avaris as he shakes
- his head. "Oh, nothing nearly so melodramatic. I am quite fine. I simply like to be in high places,
- in an attempt to facilitate perspective." Gesturing at the ground with a cursory flick of a wickedly
- curved talon, his tone is wry as he replies, "Whatever gave you that idea? I, not doing well with
- others? How unprecedented."
- ((Poor Falaine gets blown about a bunch by the storm))
- The cold voice of Misericorde sends chills down your spine, "Would now be a good time to meet your
- friend, Falaine."
- Evette has left the area.
- The bright, bell-like voice of Falaine rings in your ear, "Alas- I am not as suited as you for the
- skies, not is sweet Dilly."
- Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Slakened Falaine, Novitiate of Purity, "Ah, that was
- inconsiderate of me. I apologise. Would you like to meet a friend of mine?"
- Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Misericorde Coldwater, Deepwater Guide, "It may well be.
- I shall ask her."
- Folding your Golden Wings of Fair Eroee behind you, you swiftly dive down to the ground below.
- The centre of a meditative garden.
- This location is flooded with shallow, crystal clear water. Trickling water breaks the silence of
- the gardens as they flow down a monolithic stone fountain that sits in the middle of the square.
- Gracefully crowning these celestial waters, a single star lotus floats atop a celadon urn as it
- overflows with a boundless spring of healing light. The epitome of calm and control, Master Setmos
- stands here, quietly musing his own existence. A low, protective growl escaping her muzzle, a silver-
- tipped fawn Nyalian mastiff sporting wings of angelsong made manifest awaits instructions from her
- companion. Divine radiance limns the figure of a holy champion who stands guard here, travailing
- against the ongoings of injustice.
- You see exits leading northeast, east, southeast, southwest, west, northwest, and down.
- Dismounting, Slakened Falaine, Novitiate of Purity says, "Not inconsiderate of you at all- it was I
- who flew up to greet you."
- Falaine steps down off of a silver-tipped fawn Nyalian mastiff sporting wings of angelsong made
- manifest.
- Falaine caresses a silver-tipped fawn Nyalian mastiff sporting wings of angelsong made manifest
- gently.
- Almost like she were chewing on a bone, a silver-tipped Nyalian mastiff vigorously shakes the weapon
- in her mouth in a wide arc.
- Leaning an elbow comfortably atop a silver-tipped fawn Nyalian mastiff sporting wings of angelsong
- made manifest, rivulets of water streaking down the gleaming metal of scale and plate with the amber
- glow of eventide, Falaine gives you a companionable grin. "I am sorry to draw you down to the earth,
- with you so comfortable above," she apologizes. "Still, the view down here is not so bad either."
- With her other hand, she smooths back a loosened strand of indigo hair and then gestures to the
- lovely fountain at the center of the garden as explanation.
- Shaking out his wings in a brief flicker of wetly gleaming gold feathers, Avaris
- clasps his hands together at the small of his back, then folds the damp pinions atop them. Inclining
- his head in agreement, he says, "Indeed. I spend a great deal of time here. It is my favourite area
- in New Celest." Antennae flicking towards Falaine, he prompts, gently, "Would you like to meet my
- friend, Falaine? They are curious to see you."
- Falaine nods, smiling at the fountain. "It is a pleasant place to write, I found." She pauses,
- tilting her head back to look at the sky with ear fins pinned against the rain. "At least...
- usually. Less so, lately." Turning her attention to you with a curious contemplation, she for a
- moment, her neck gills vibrating slightly. "Alright, consider my interest piqued. You have few
- enough friends that I'd like to meet the ones you do have."
- Extending the tips of three of his wings, Avaris uses them to gesture towards the
- trio of buildings nearby. "The studies are fine places to work, when the weather is not conducive to
- doing so outside." At the answer, he nods, either unruffled by the observation of his few friends,
- or declining to comment upon it. "I shall alert her."
- Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Misericorde Coldwater, Deepwater Guide, "She is amenable
- to meeting. We are in the same gardens as before, if you would like to come."
- Misericorde offers a sharp salute in greeting to those gathered.
- Avaris returns the salute with an unhurried, stately one of his own. Lowering his
- hand, he turns it palm-upwards, gesturing from Misericorde, to Falaine. "Misericorde, this is
- Falaine. Falaine, Misericorde, the Deepwater Guide. She is Lady Carakhan's." A pause, and then, in a
- pleased tone, "We have representatives of each of the Ladies here. It is good to see."
- Falaine glances curiously at Misericorde from her spot beside a silver-tipped fawn Nyalian mastiff
- sporting wings of angelsong made manifest, straightening from her casual lean into a more proper,
- upright position of watchful alertness after returning the salute. "Lady Misericorde," she greets
- formally, her chin dipping in a greeting.
- Misericorde lowers her arm and turns fully to Falaine, an appraising gaze swept over the younger
- merian. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Falaine." A ghost of a smile touches her mouth as she nods her
- head at your words. "I know little of the Divine both of you follow, if I am being truthful. But I
- do recall their return to the Basin."
- Slipping his aureate hand beneath the dense, heavy feathers of his wings once more,
- Avaris's visored face points between the two merian women, though his attention is split evenly
- between both, denoted by the effulgent markings that watch either lady with apparent curiosity.
- "Perhaps we three should make an effort to allow our fellow citizens to learn more of our Ladies. It
- would be remiss of us to do otherwise, I feel. They are all very fine, and deserve recognition, and
- veneration."
- Misericorde hums a thoughtful note as she muses, "My wife is often insistent I should record a
- play."
- Avaris's leftmost antenna twitches towards Misericorde, his voice curious, "Indeed?
- We could certainly use more quality productions upon the stage. What sort would you pen, do you
- think?" Nodding towards Falaine, he says, warmly, "Falaine is interested in doing so, as well.
- Perhaps a shared hobby, or a cooperative effort."
- A brief look of fascination is accorded to the shifting tentacles atop Misericorde's head before the
- words capture Falaine's attention back once more. "I have something in the works, Avaris. Just.. the
- idea of speaking before so many is truly daunting. More so than any simple conflict." With a shake
- of her head, the tip of her braid swaying in counterpoint to the motion, the paladin glances back to
- Misericorde. "Your wife- the maker of 'The Spy Who Loved the Sea', correct? A high bar to live up
- to."
- Misericorde's susurrations seem to briefly stop as she notices Falaine's attention, but the
- tentacles are soon back to their idle writhing and pushing about of gilt and pearls. She gives a
- little laugh as she murmurs, "Niralahi is indeed quite daunting to compare to on the stage. But yes,
- that is her work in honor of the Sculptor." With a thoughtful pause she ads, "A sermon could be
- informative. I languish at more creative scripts than informative ones."
- The lines that form the stylised eyes which adorn Avaris's wings bend and shift as
- they track back and forth between Misericorde and Falaine, something indefinably but distinctly
- pleased to their cast as he listens. "It seems that we are all somewhat ill suited to the stage, but
- necessity calls upon us. Let us not shirk out duty, however..." The chorus of his voice grows light
- with dry humour. "Daunting it may be." Nodding encouragingly at Misericorde, he says, "That would be
- ideal, I think. It plays to your strengths, and offers information of your Lady, which will persist
- independently."
- Voice resonating with choral harmonics, you ask Falaine, "Are you working on a sermon, or is it a
- different endeavour?"
- "Well," Falaine concedes, a touch dryly, "I suppose the bar is rather lower for intellectual
- recordings, currently. Less to be intimidated of, there. And..." she pauses, sighing in resignation.
- "If I can rally a line of squires, I can rally a group of citizens. Or try, anyway." With the
- pronouncement made in the tone of one announcing their own sentencing, the paladin reaches out to
- scratch a silver-tipped fawn Nyalian mastiff sporting wings of angelsong made manifest behind the
- ears, eliciting a soft 'hwoof' and a few sweeps of the bladelike tail.
- Misericorde chuckles softly, the gills along her ribs flaring with the sound. Her fire-bright gaze
- turns to the nearby mastiff, the susurrations atop her head seeming to increase a beat before she
- asks, "And who is this?"
- Falaine glances from the massive, winged dog to Misericorde with a hint of a genuine smile edging
- past her polite professionalism. "This is Daffodils- or Dilly, for short. One of a sibling pair. She
- is for travel and influencing. They are both Nyalian mastiffs from the Even-Bladed, bred to fight
- Gorgogs, and excellent companions."
- A faint, shivering note of amusement hangs in the air about Avaris for a moment,
- before he follows Misericorde's attention to a silver-tipped fawn Nyalian mastiff sporting wings of
- angelsong made manifest, the curved blades of his crest gleaming in the reflected lightning - Which
- is summarily ignored, despite proximity. "A fine friend to have at your side, it seems. I am pleased
- for you both - Or, rather, the three of you." The kephera's words are sincere as he studies the
- great hound for a moment longer, nodding in approval.
- Misericorde drawls a polite, "Hello Dilly," towards the mastiff. Her expression a touch impish, she
- leans nearer to Falaine to confide, "I've a seal who's an absolute idiot, and is lucky to remember
- to breathe most days." She then straightens her back as if nothing was said and inquires of Avaris,
- "Have you a beast to keep you company as well?"
- In the midst of shaking his head in a negative, Avaris pauses, as if recalling
- something. "Ah. I suppose, technically, yes. I have a pegasus, but he lives largely in the stables.
- I have become too large for him to bear." A quiet, awkward laugh harmonises in varying tones and
- pitches, before, "I suppose I shall have to hope I come across a beast sizable enough to endure me,
- someday."
- Misericorde deadpans at you as she asks teasingly, "Have you considered being smaller?"
- In an equally serious tone, with a glitter of amusement shining quite literally in
- his eyes Avaris replies, "I have, but then how would I frighten little children? It simply is not
- feasible."
- Misericorde scoffs playfully as she utters, "If you cannot scare a child at a foot tall then you
- barely qualify for the position."
- Lifting a golden claw to tap at his chin thoughtfully, Avaris suggests, "Indeed?
- Perhaps I should become smaller than a faeling, and seek to terrorise the youths of New Celest. That
- will surely cement my position, beyond any doubt."
- Misericorde agrees in a light timbre, "It would, yes."
- ((Fal qqs <3 ))
- Watching the merian paladin depart, Avaris's antennae twitch faintly, before he
- says, "She is a good person. Lonely. Too formal for the soft-hearted fools that populate the city, I
- feel. It is a shame."
- Misericorde hums a thoughtful note and answers, "I will keep an eye for her. I enjoyed her company
- thus far, and would be curious to know more of Lady Terentia." A hint of mischief in her voice, she
- adds, "Awful large land dogs for a water-borne city."
- The manner in which Avaris inclines his head is one of silent gratitude for
- Misericorde's words. Again, his seven, azure eyes glitter with motes of light as amusement tinges
- his resonant voice. "It is peculiar, is it not? Perhaps you should suggest to Her that they could do
- with added gills, and webbing between their toes."
- Misericorde's eyes sparkle with amusement.
- Lightly, Misericorde Coldwater, Deepwater Guide says, "Perhaps I will. I've faith She will be
- amiable to constructive criticism."
- In a drier tone, Avaris remarks, "Quite. I would advise no small amount of caution
- with questions, however. They can go...Poorly."
- Misericorde glances askance at you.
- Misericorde says lightly, "I sense a story you will have to tell me later, as you have quite piqued
- my curiosity despite my waning time."
- A low, neutral tone shudders in the air about Avaris at this. "Perhaps when I am on
- firmer footing with you. It is...Not a flattering tale, for myself."
- Voice resonating with choral harmonics, you say to Misericorde, "Feel free to depart when you wish.
- I will not seek to hold you here."
- Misericorde admits with a gentle roll of her shoulders, "The best tales never are." Her eyes shine
- brightly at her own words and she looks absently around the garden. "I never stay where I haven't a
- desire to be," she answers. "Until recently I had never lingered in these gardens. I find them
- enjoyable so far."
- Turning his head to survey the tranquil gardens, Avaris emits a pleased sounds,
- nodding in a benign fashion. "I am one of the very few who ever come here. They are most peaceful -
- And they have three separate studies in which to work, if you are so inclined. Ideal, perhaps, for
- drafting your sermon."
- Misericorde chuckles softly, her head shaking as she answers, "Oh, no. Should I write it will be on
- the Isle of Light." Her gaze casting sidelong and upwards to you she states, "Where I met Nalurei -
- a kelpie in the service of the Sculptor. Where I was married. It's quite beautiful there."
- Antennae flicking towards Misericorde in a liquid motion, Avaris lowers the angle
- of his jaw so that he returns Misericorde's sidelong regard - Though the lack of pupils in his
- inhuman gaze defeats the attempt somewhat. "Indeed? I am not familiar with Nalurei, nor terribly so
- with the Isle of Light. Perhaps you would be so kind as to show some, another time."
- Misericorde nods sharply in agreement. "Another time," she confirms. With a thoughtful expression,
- her head canting to the side, she then states, "But I do think it is time for me to rest. It was a
- pleasure to see you again, and your friend."
- Shifting to face Misericorde fully, Avaris bends at the waist in a graceful,
- stately bow. "Ah, of course. Thank you for your company, Misericorde. It was most pleasant. Until
- next we meet, Light's blessings upon you."
- Misericorde offers a sharp salute in return as she answers, "Blessings of the Deep upon you,
- Avaris."
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