All Art Is Connected

<-- Gurashi and Tridemon, lounging on the beach

The thunderous sound of surf upon the shore echoes across the heavens as Carakhan, Sculptor of Waves turns Her attention to the First World.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks up suddenly, tail wagging.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say, "Ah - She has been waking up lots!"

(Celest): Faragan says, "Greetings sculptress."
(Celest): Syamira (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Hail Lady Carakhan."
(Celest): You say, "Good morning, Lady Sculptor!!"
(Celest): Iatira (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Greetings, Lady Sculptor!"
(Celest): Gabe says, "Tidings, Lady Sculptor."
(Celest): Qoivhae (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Hail, Lady Carakhan."
(Celest): Carakhan says, "The blessings of the waves be with you, citizens."

Your shoulders bunch as you let out a short giggle.

Tridemon ponders the situation.

You tilt your head and listen intently to Tridemon.

Tridemon gives you a friendly cuddle.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you ask, "Mm?"

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Mm... I should probably get up..."

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you whisper, "Do you got work for Her to do?"

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

You think to yourself: * a gentle thrum - wish could read brains *.

You have emoted: Gurashi gently releases Tridemon, flopping onto their back.

You have emoted: Gurashi reaches up, rubbing their nose. "Do not feel like have to sit around entertaining me's. Am doing my OWN thinkies."

You think to yourself: * a hollow sound - definitely not a lot of thinking happening *.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says to you, "I'm mostly considering what I should do, here. Mm. ... Maybe..."

You tilt your head curiously at Tridemon.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you ask, "...do...where?"

Tridemon takes a polished cherrywood easel from the Godly Belt of Fabulous Space.
Tridemon drops a polished cherrywood easel.
Cutting wood into sturdy boards, Tridemon assembles a frame. He then stretches a cloth over the frame until he holds a perfect canvas, suitable for painting a work of art.
Tridemon puts a blank canvas into a polished cherrywood easel.
Tridemon mixes the tinctures together and creates a palette of fine paints.

You blink.

You have emoted: Gurashi sits up, watching Tridemon prepare to paint.

Tridemon ponders a polished cherrywood easel for a moment and says "Hrm..."

You think to yourself: * another curious thrum - a painting? for Cheli maybe? *.

<-- watches him poof!

Make an origami with an approximate message: here is some birthday cake from Tridemon's birthday for You and Nalurei! Sorry for not sending breads last time for her! Enjoy!'
You carefully inscribe your message onto the inner folds of a singing cicada origami. The magic ink flashes slightly as its glow permeates the origami with its power.
With a final fold, you close and seal a gleaming honeycomb package, hiding its contents deep within the folds. <-- 2 cakes and an origami!

You give a gleaming honeycomb package to Bizirik, the leothin.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you whisper, "Deliver to Carakhan - please, carefully! Many thank yous."

With a toss of its head and some noisy chatter, Bizirik takes a gleaming honeycomb package from you with its smaller set of forelimbs and scampers off.

You clap your hands together merrily.

Bizirik reappears with a smug look on its face, sauntering up to you to encircle you endearingly before sitting down, tail slapping the ground once with pride.

You think to yourself: Nalurei? Nalurei. Definitely not Narulei.

Beads of sweat break out on your face.

You reach out, pulling Bizirik, the leothin into a tight embrace.
Perking up, Bizirik, the leothin begins to chitter and thrum, its tail sweeping back and forth across the ground. It cranes its neck to gently headbutt your side contentedly.

You pet Bizirik, the leothin ingratiatingly.

Sliding the final cake forward, you say to Bizirik, the leothin, "And one for you too."

Bizirik, the leothin gives a short gasp of elation.

You give a vanilla sea breeze cake to Bizirik, the leothin.

Bizirik, the leothin makes quick work of a vanilla sea breeze cake, proceeding to make its small section of the beach look like a sugary warzone.

You hum softly to yourself.

A sea breeze twines about you, "I am glad that My Tridemon has one such as yourself to care for him, and celebrate him, and remind him that he is loved."

The sounds of waves entice your ears, drawing your senses on a salty journey.

Your shoulders bunch as you let out a short giggle.

Turning their attention to the waves, you whisper, "Oh my, yes - he's my favorite." They heave a happy sigh. "Everybody deserves to feel loved. Especially him."

You beam broadly.

Bizirik, the leothin licks frosting from its snout, then begins to sniffle at Gurashi for more potential cakes.

The corners of your mouth turn up as you grin mischievously.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say to Bizirik, the leothin, "That was the last one. Make more next year."

Bizirik, the leothin huffs.

<-- him back!
Tridemon picks up a polished cherrywood easel.
Tridemon takes a painting of A Public Work from a polished cherrywood easel.

You have emoted: Gurashi perks up immediately.

Tridemon puts a polished cherrywood easel into the Godly Belt of Fabulous Space.

You hands fly to your mouth as you give a short gasp of elation.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say, "Welcome back welcome back!"

Tridemon proudly shows off a painting of A Public Work:
A rather expansive painting at seven feet tall and half again as wide,
this painting displays an open space in a large building which has been
divided with a number of partitions. The building itself is made up of
an odd marble which has mingled with luminescent coral in swirls of
pastel pink, blue, and the occasional vivid red, with the ceiling made
up of both solid slabs of the odd marble and a lattice of carved coral
that holds hundreds, if not thousands of pieces of sea-glass in every
color of the rainbow, throwing shimmering, colored light onto the floor
between the partitioned areas.
The partitioned areas themselves have a much more practical feel to
them, though there are plenty of touches of elegance, with each of them
dedicated to a different expression of artistry and creation. The first
of the sections is set aside for painting, with easels and canvases
stacked neatly in the corners, and various materials for making
pigments, as well as some exotic samples of materials that could be used
in the frames or as the canvases themselves.
The second of the partitions appears to be dedicated to the art of
sculpture, with rough blocks and other shapes on workspaces and
pedestals in various states of completion, with at least one of the
sculptures incorporating pigment from the painters' workshop to add a
touch of life.
The third of the partitions is more cluttered and centered around a set
of looms, with skeins of thread, yarn, and bolts of finished cloth
somewhat haphazardly organized onto a set of shelves next to a series of
dressmakers' dummies, only one of which has anything on display, which
is a wispy blue scarf of diaphanous fabric.
The fourth of the partitions is centered around a stage, with at least a
dozen trunks which have been left partially open revealing bits of
costuming and prop material. There are further partitions stretching off
into the distance, but there is not enough detail to see what exactly
they are meant for, although a small plume of smoke from one of the
nearer ones suggests an oven or forge- or a terrible disaster.
At the bottom of the piece in glittering golden script are the words,
"All Art Is Connected."
Utterly entranced, you emit a long "Ooooh."

Gawking, you say, "IT IS GINORMOUS."

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Going to go ahead and drop this off in Lady Carakhan's fulcrux."

You hands fly to your mouth as you give a short gasp of elation.

You nod your head emphatically.

Tridemon points boldly towards the horizon and declares in a proud tone, "Onward!"

<-- run run run

You follow Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters south to a cavern of coral.

Tridemon snorts and snuffles at the air through a ridiculous pig nose.

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

You have emoted: Gurashi stands up straight, then bows, staying near the entrance and flashing Tridemon a happy, encouraging smile.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Not sure if She's talking to Aknarin, or if they're just lingering..."

Your snout twitches and trembles at the air, sensing through a striped badger nose upon your face the faint traces of others in the surrounding area.
You make out the scent of Aknarin coming from the Fulcrux of Carakhan.
You make out the scent of Tridemon coming from a cavern of coral.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say, "Oh."

You tilt your head, gaze softening as you frown.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say, "Can ask."

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say, "If you have something to offer... mean - can ask Miss Aknarin, that is."

You twiddle your thumbs.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Mm... I can wait outside for a bit with you. It's not something that won't keep. That's one of the nice things about paintings. They don't go bad quickly."

You have emoted: Gurashi flashes Tridemon a faint smile, nodding.

Nalurei clambers from around some coral outcroppings, a few stray crumbs of blue still clinging to her kelp.

You hands fly to your mouth as you give a short gasp of elation.

LOOK NALUREI
Strands of seaweed entwine to form the shape of a regal mermaid. Nalurei balances gracefully upon a curved tail of woven strands, which rises from the ground to culminate in a striated fin. Bright blue eyes look about with assessing curiosity from a face of carefully crafted elegance. Twining fronds of kelp trail from her head almost to her waist, entwining like abyssal tentacles about her upper arms, and curling over her chest. Her right arm has been woven in such a way as to give the impression of webbed fingers, while the fingers of her left hand oddly appear to have an extra joint, and taper almost to points. A small shell dolphin figurine hangs about her neck.
Nalurei has an air of extreme strength.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you exclaim, "Oh! My!"

Nalurei exclaims, "Thank you for the cake!"

You have emoted: Gurashi's tail begins to wag a mile a minute, and they wave excitedly towards Nalurei. "You are very welcome! Did like it?"

Your shoulders bunch as you let out a short giggle.

Nalurei exclaims to Tridemon, "And happy belated birthday!"

Nalurei says, "Very much, yes. Although it was almost a pity to eat it, but the Sculptor said that cooking was an art form that required consumption for full appreciation, and so..."

Nalurei gestures cheerfully. "And so I am glad I did."

You throw back your head as you let loose a delighted laugh.

Happily, you say to Nalurei, "The best thing about cakes, is that can -always- make more of thems, yes."

With great excitement, you give a slice of raspberry-flavoured cheesecake to Nalurei.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "And Gurashi almost always has more cake."

Tridemon nods his head sagely.

Nalurei smiles, accepting the cake. "Thank you! Anyway, I wanted to ask you if you knew what an elephant was."

You have emoted: Gurashi bites the tip of their tongue as they refrain from laughing further, folding their hands together happily. "Oh! An elephant... like, Tavi?"

You tilt your head curiously at Nalurei.

Nalurei tilts her head, frowning slightly. "Tavi? Maybe? All I know is that Lady Lantra has an elephant and it- she? wants to meet me? Or maybe they want me to meet it- her? But I don't know what an elephant -is-. Or what I should make for a hello present."

You nod your head emphatically.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you exclaim, "Well, I think. From what Miss Reyqae's cakes showed... she looks like, a mammoth! But, with less hairs?" They look up at Tridemon for confirmation. "I have never had pleasure of meeting her myself, but heard the stories from Miss Ferne! And Miss Alaula!"

You face lights up as you smile brightly at Nalurei.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you ask Nalurei, "Uhm - I think she lives in Her realm? Tavi does - the elephant! Uhm. Miss Reyqae made some -cakes-. I think Miss Ferne said... she likes... star lotus flowers?"

An uneven thudding of heavy footsteps foretells the arrival of an ungainly yearling moose calf, who pauses with a striped orchid between his vast grinding-teeth. He looks disapprovingly at you for the hardship he has been forced to endure to bring it to you and drops it into your hands. With a loud bellow, he turns to lumber off with ungainly steps.

You have emoted: Gurashi bites the air once. "Eating thems? Might be mis-rememberings..."

You eyes light up as you smile.

An uneven thudding of heavy footsteps foretells the arrival of an ungainly yearling moose calf, who looks disapprovingly at Tridemon before dropping a yellow lily into his hands and lumbering off with a bellow.

You give an angelic spice cake to Bizirik, the leothin.
You stare blankly into space.
You take a vanilla sea breeze cake from Bizirik, the leothin.
You look about in confusion.
You take an angelic spice cake from Bizirik, the leothin.

You have emoted: Gurashi makes a confused noise, handing Bizirik, the leothin a different cake as the leothin patiently stares back at them.

You give a raspberry sponge cake with black roses to Bizirik, the leothin.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you whisper, "Deliver to Nymaane - please and many thank yous."
With a toss of its head and some noisy chatter, Bizirik takes a raspberry sponge cake with black roses from you with its smaller set of forelimbs and scampers off.

Bizirik reappears with a smug look on its face, sauntering up to you to encircle you endearingly before sitting down, tail slapping the ground once with pride.

You beam broadly.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "... I wonder whose moose that is. Or if it's just a wandering flower-providing moose."

Nalurei looks thoughtful. "Like a mammoth, but no hairs..." She muses. "Is she supposed to have hairs? Maybe I could-" A few strands of kelp unweave and wave about consideringly. "Or maybe flowers. Perhaps she would like some pretty anemones."

Nymaane hisses sibilantly into the corner of your mind, "A cake for a flower hardly seems like a fair trade! Hmmmmmm."

<-- more flowers <3

Nymaane hisses sibilantly into the corner of your mind, "A cake for THREE flowers is much fairer."

Your melodic voice sings into Kalas Nymaane, the Spiritwalker's mind, "Ah... this IS true - am grateful! Perfect! Many thank yous! I hope the cake is tasty!"

Nymaane hisses sibilantly into the corner of your mind, "..It's a very pretty cake. I don't know if I wanna eat it..."

Your melodic voice sings into Kalas Nymaane, the Spiritwalker's mind, "Ah! The good thing about cakes is that can make them again! And again! I can make another, can! If like, mean."

Your melodic voice sings into Kalas Nymaane, the Spiritwalker's mind, "There are lots of cakes that use flowers too, did you know? Goodly ones!"

Tridemon tilts his head slightly. "You'd have to make sure that the anemones wouldn't sting her. Not nice to give someone a gift that's going to hurt them, after all."

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say to Nalurei, "Am sure whatever make her will be wonderful! As long as is appropriate for - well, think she is technically a childs? Maybe. Is not a fully grown elephant yet! Uhm." Their eyes briefly lose focus, then brighten. "If Miss Ferne was awake would ask her...what she likes..."

Nalurei's eyes widen. "Oh!" She frowns down at herself. "That's never been a problem before, I hadn't even thought-" She nods carefully to herself. "Maybe no anemones then. I'll have to think! And if you ask this Miss Ferne and she tells you, please let me know."

You face lights up as you smile brightly at Nalurei.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say to Nalurei, "Oh my, yes! Of course! I want to meet her, too, myselfs."

Tridemon ponders the situation.

You ponder the situation.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says to Nalurei, "Oh, I'd like to hear your opinion on a work I intend to leave for Lady Carakhan..."

You think to yourself: Think ...am ...allowed to go visit! Am not an enemies.... or a... sea anemones ... * an amused swirl of bright cerulean *.

Tridemon proudly shows off a painting of A Public Work:
<-- painting!

You think to yourself: She said, She said .... * snapping back to attention *.

You eyes light up as you smile.

Your snout twitches and trembles at the air, sensing through a striped badger nose upon your face the faint traces of others in the surrounding area.
You make out the scent of Aknarin coming from the Fulcrux of Carakhan.
You make out the scent of Tridemon coming from a cavern of coral.

You think to yourself: Oh - Miss Aknarin's still inside.

Nalurei steps back a pace or two to better take in the massive painting as a whole, before stepping closer to examine the details more closely.

Standing back still, you say, "Is so BIG! Is so detailed - and made it so -fast-!"

You beam broadly at Tridemon.

You bounce up and down.

Nalurei says, "It is big, but as it should be, because Art is big! And they are all connected yes, by the painting itself, and by the little clues like the tints on the sculpture. -I- think it is lovely."

You think to yourself: * another thoughtful thrum, the color briefly muting * ... could meet Tavi! Maybe, would get chance to talk about Aschwar more while am there...

You beam broadly at Nalurei.

You nod your head sagely.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say to Tridemon, "Yes it is -very- good."

You think to yourself: ....no - not that visit. Would not be nicely to ruin fun visits with business visits. * beginning to mull harder, the colors roiling *.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "I might build something like it in my aethermanse... but then again, this kind of space would be best left open to the public at large."

Nalurei peers at the painting thoughtfully again. "All art is connected..." She murmurs, almost to herself. "I have an idea! Thank you! Excuse me!" And darts off amongst the coral outcroppings.

Tridemon blinks.

You throw back your head as you let loose a delighted laugh.

Brightly, you exclaim to Tridemon, "I think you inspired her!"

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says to you, "Artists can be a bit hard to deal with. Inspiration can get us to just run off without warning, yes."

You grin mischievously at Tridemon.

Tridemon winks knowingly.

You have emoted: Gurashi laughs sharply, reaching out to grasp Tridemon's hand and give it a firm squeeze, again looking up at the massive painting. "Is really great! Hope get to deliver it soonly! But is fun waiting with you anyways."

You hum softly to yourself.

Nymaane hisses sibilantly into the corner of your mind, "The, ah, cake was very good, mhm. I just.. have.." A pause. Maybe hesitation? "..One critique."

Your melodic voice sings into Kalas Nymaane, the Spiritwalker's mind, "Oh? Oh? A critiques? Whatsits??"

Nymaane hisses sibilantly into the corner of your mind, "I think it would taste much better if used candied tulips instead of, ah, whatever black flower was on it."

Your melodic voice sings into Kalas Nymaane, the Spiritwalker's mind, "Oh - the tulips? Oh..."

Your melodic voice sings into Kalas Nymaane, the Spiritwalker's mind, "You are right - I would try making it with brighter flowers, next time! Think is very, uh, well, in retrospections - Glomdoring, themed.... * they pause, a muted swirl of pale pastel color * Did not mean offenses by that, whuoops. Am glad was tasty though! Just saw a tasty cakes and made a tasty cakes. Will try tulips next time, promise."

Nymaane hisses sibilantly into the corner of your mind, "Oh!" They start to sound panicked," Was not offensed!! Promise! Just, ah... yes."

Your melodic voice sings into Kalas Nymaane, the Spiritwalker's mind, "* a giggle, the color brightening * Have favorites! Is O-K."

Nymaane hisses sibilantly into the corner of your mind, "Yes! That!"

You sent the following message to Ferne: MIss Ferne! Miss Ferne! I need to know, because you have met Miss Tavi many times - what sorts of things does she like? You said she likes star lotus flowers when she was sickly. And she liked Miss Reqyae's cakes! But do you know what else? Miss Nalurei wants to make her a gift and meet her, and Tavi wants to meet HER so, am trying to help! Let me know if you know! And if you do not know them let me know who could ask that would know! Thank you! Many thank yous! Stay goodly and kind!

You sense the sweeping gaze of Aknarin looking upon you.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say, "I have sent a missives to Miss Ferne, have."

Suddenly, you say to Tridemon, "Nymaane."

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say to Tridemon, "The moosen is Alces. He is Nymaane's friend."

You face lights up as you smile brightly at Tridemon.

Comprehension flashes across Tridemon's face.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Mm. A young moosen."

Happily, you exclaim, "Mmhmm!! Is just a baby!"

Aknarin emerges from an archway of driftwood amidst a rustling of seaweed.

Aknarin urges her companions onwards.

Your melodic voice sings into Lady Aknarin Stormcrow, The First Holy Queen's mind, "Oh! O-K. I think he still wanted to drop it off and say some words 'n stuff, do not know. We were just -- yeah!"

You beam broadly at Aknarin.

With a flourish of her arm, Aknarin bows deeply.

You follow Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters to the Fulcrux of Carakhan.

You have emoted: Gurashi politely remains near the entrance again, but offers a great bow to the master shrine of Carakhan regardless, waving at nothing and everything.

Bizirik, the leothin chirps happily.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "I made this for You after a bout of inspiration from Your appearance within the First World. It seems to have inspired Nalurei, so it's already done a good job, but it's meant for You, and it is Yours."

Tridemon drops a painting of A Public Work.
A wave rises from the surrounding waters, glimmering in the light as it hangs suspended above a painting of A Public Work then falls with a crash, drawing the offering down into the aquamarine depths.

Tridemon bows respectfully to the master shrine of Carakhan.

You face lights up as you smile brightly at Tridemon.

<-- TRIDEMON POV: You feel the tug of an unseen current, lifting you up and surrounding you in a protective warmth. Somehow, you sense that Carakhan, Sculptor of Waves has sent this current to guide and guard your soul should you perish in Her service.

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

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Thank You for Your blessing."

Tridemon grabs you boldly by the arm as he points towards the horizon and declares in a proud tone, "Onward!"

You think to yourself: * an excited swirl of color *.

You nod your head emphatically.

You follow Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters to a cavern of coral.

You give Tridemon a friendly squeeze.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say to Tridemon, "I hope She likes it too!"

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say to Tridemon, "I cannot wait to see what Miss Nalurei makes! Have asked Miss Ferne anyway, though, just in case..."

You flail about helplessly.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "I'm sure She does."