"Do you still stand?"

In flickers of swirling apple blossoms, Maylea, Bloom of Serenity makes Her presence known to Her faithful.

You perk your ears up as an errant topic catches your interest.

(Yneli): You say, "My Lady! Hello!"

(Yneli): Elexia says, "A merry morning to you, Dearest Lady!"

(Yneli): Maylea says, "Hello, My Mayflowers."

(Narathos): You say, "Is it time, my Lady?"

You stroke a genteel peacock crowned with a crest of bright scarlet drooping to one side tenderly.

A genteel peacock crowned with a crest of bright scarlet drooping to one side fans his tail open behind him, extending the feathers in a stunning crescent before you.

(Narathos): Maylea says, "Yes, Eldin. I await you in Kiunid Vruna, among the trees of the orchard."

You whisper to a genteel peacock crowned with a crest of bright scarlet drooping to one side, "Enjoy these beautiful woods, dear one."

You move about quickly and lose a genteel peacock crowned with a crest of bright scarlet drooping to one side.

[Movement!]

You beam broadly at Elexia.

Elexia begins to follow you.

[More movement!]

Gazing over orchard hill.
A solitary apple tree reaches towards the heavens here, its gnarled branches splayed out bearing brilliantly red fruit. The tree is the oldest in the orchard, with a hollowed-out base; it still produces an abundance of petals that glide down the hill. Looking out over the orchard, the shimmering petals swirl en mass, an ocean of colour that waves with the breeze. A hornbeam sapling clings tenaciously to the ground here. Maylea, Bloom of Serenity stands here, prismatic light swirling around Her.
You see exits leading southwest and west.

Her smile stretching from ear-to-ear, Oracular Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon says, "It's time, isn't it? Isn't it? Oh!"

(Yneli): Nialla (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Hello, Lady."

Elexia clasps her hands and bows deep and low, lingering there for a time before raising herself once more.

You have emoted: Upon humming dragonfly wings, Lief darts up the hill with Elexia, and she finds her way to Maylea, a beaming, beaming smile pressing into her freckled cheeks.

(Yneli): You say, "I believe I had spoken to everybody about this. For those who would like to, I would greatly adore your presence here by the ancient apple tree in Kiunid Vruna."

Maylea breaks into a smile at you and at Elexia. "My little ones. It is good to see you both." She draws Her sari about Herself, golden eyes now sweeping about the hill.

Her sunset wings fluttering in bursts of colour, Elexia darts first to the left, and then to the right. "It is always lovely to see You!" she chirps, clearly enthused. Curiosity flickers in her eyes as she looks between you and Maylea.

You have emoted: "My Lady," Lief greets warmly, reverently, slinging her viola of summer storms away and bobbing in the air before Her, her gray eyes sparkling with myriads of colors.

A fierce timberwolf pads in, sniffing at the ground, then lifts its head and howls triumphantly.

Elexia flashes a fierce timberwolf a joyous smile.
A fierce timberwolf stalks Elexia in a slow, cautious circle, eyes narrowed in contemplation.

No sound betrays the entrance of a refined and iridescent swan graced with alabaster wings flecked with opalescent pearls from the ether.
With a low growl, a fierce timberwolf pads in from the ether.
A rush of air accompanies the entrance of Tyrus as he appears next to a fierce timberwolf, appearing strangely grateful.

Panting slightly as she and Tyrus emerge into the area, Faythe follows closely behind Tyrus. Strangely, they are both covered in chicken feathers, one of which sticks straight up in Faythe's hair.

(Yneli): Nialla (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Ah, yes! I'm on my way."

(Yneli): You say, "Wonderful, wonderful! I hope to see you and Aiteal here, if she can make it too!"

Tyrus discretely flicks off a few feathers from his clothing.

Elexia waves brightly to Faythe and Tyrus, only to pause in her drifting through the air to - very briefly - stare. Instead of pursuing the matter of the chicken feathers, however, she dips her head, saying, "Hello!"

You have emoted: Lief hovers near Maylea with Elexia, her eyes glimmering with many, many excited colors. She waves merrily to Faythe and to Tyrus, beckoning them closer.

Maylea's golden gaze falls upon Faythe and then Tyrus. A twitch plays about Her lips as She murmurs, "Ah, hello, little ones." She leans in to pluck a feather from Faythe's hair.

Nialla arrives from the southwest.
A young peahen waddles into view from the southwest, cheeping softly.

Nialla curtseys gracefully.

Brushing the visible feathers off of herself, Faythe glances sidelong at Tyrus before smiling in greeting at the others. "Hello!" she exclaims, nodding her head. She blinks as Maylea pulls the feather from her hair, flushing in dismay.

Sunlight billows across the realm, revealing the full glory of the majestic sun's luminous presence as he climbs higher into the sky.

Elexia offers Nialla a merry wave from where she hovers beside you, chirping, "Hello hello!"

You have emoted: Lief claps her hands together merrily and beams over at Nialla as she crests the hill with a young peahen. "Hello, hello to the both of you!"

You rest your hand over your heart, feeling the pulse of life within as a prismatic array of colour fills your vision.

Tyrus just stands in gawking silence, gaze fixed on the Lady Maylea.

A young peahen waddles in a slow circle.

Unscarred Faythe whispers to Tyrus, "Close your mouth, Glinshari, you're attracting flies."

Maylea turns her attention back to you, softly murmuring, "Is this everyone you wished to have present, Eldin?"

Nialla smiles happily at you as a young peahen has a brief exploration of the area. "Hello! We're glad we could make it for this." Turning towards Maylea she dips into another brief curtsey. "And wonderful yo see You, Lady."

Elexia's energetic drifting through the air is brought to a halting hover as she turns her eyes towards you.

Tyrus snaps his mouth closed and nods, cheeks briefly flush.

You have emoted: Lief lowers her hand from waving to briefly cover her mouth, concealing a grin which nonetheless brightens her gaze. To Maylea's question, she lowers her hand and clasps it before herself, joining it with the other. Her eyes sparkling with joy, she answers softly, "Yes, my Lady."

Faythe hands a wayward chicken feather to Tyrus and then moves closer to the others, her face still pink in her embarrassment as she listens to you speak.

You think to yourself: Goodness, how I adore Her. How I adore everybody here - how they fill my heart.

Tyrus stuffs the feather into his pocket and listens for whatever may come next.

Maylea, Bloom of Serenity draws Her sari about Herself, walking in a slow circle upon the hill, Her fingers lifted in the air to trace trails of prismatic colours behind them. Finally, She pauses before the ancient and hollowed apple tree, which stands still heavy with blossoms and fruit. With a slight beckoning gesture of Her hand, She invites Lief to step forward.

You have emoted: Lief's eyes follow the Goddess Maylea's steps, the colors left trailing in Her wake, admiration and anticipation both swelling in her posture. When beckoned, she draws forth, her dragonfly wings humming before they stutter and settle her bare feet upon the earth.

Puffing up her fuzzy feathers, a young peahen preens cheerfully with her tiny beak.

Elexia's eyes examine the apple tree thoroughly, running over its gnarled branches and delectable fruit, then its hollow interior, and finally, its fragrant petals. Her curiosity flashes all-the-better as she watches you.

A gentle breeze picks up, swirling upon the hill and causing the apple blossoms at your feet to rise into the air. There is a wild fragrance, a sweet fragrance, as the petals whip past you, some gliding along your skin or getting stuck in your hair. The breeze grows stronger as time passes.

Faythe watches you and Maylea walking, her gaze distracted momentarily by the beauty of the petals above her. Her expression softens as she stares at the blossoms, before redirecting her attention to the ceremony.

You have emoted: A small smile on her face, Lief's eyes remain open, even as the blossoms rise upon the air and dance in the sudden wind. She breathes in deeply; some petals from her own antlers are shed in the energy, though they are quick to dissipate into motes of essence, then vanish.

The air is filled with the soft whisper of antlered leaves as the Mother Moonhart casts a silvery radiance before your vision, her foliage echoing Serenwilde's song of nature unblemished across the First World.

The smell of wildflowers wafts past your nose.

Nialla tilts her head back as the petals swirl past her on the breeze, breathing in their fragrance with a smile, tail flicking behind her while while Aiteal tries to catch one on her beak.

Elexia's breath catches in her throat as the apples blossoms cling to her sable locks. She reaches up to her hair to collect one of the flowers and bring it before her. She runs a thumb over its delicate petals before returning her gaze to you. She creates a cup with her hands for the bloom, allowing it to sit within.

Continuing the hunt for his dark mate, Father Sun presses forward in his journey, lowering himself in the sky yet still casting even, full light upon the land.

Tyrus plucks one of the apple blossom petals from his hair and holds it aloft in the wind. Releasing it, he watches the blossom drift away, tumbling in the air as it chases after the other petals.

The breeze has now become a gale, threatening to throw you and the Mayflowers about you off your feet. It is becoming hard to breathe, and overhead the ancient apple tree swishes and whispers, its branches swaying and being stripped of petals which swirl to join the winds about you. A single apple is whipped from a branch, falling before the hollow at the base of the tree.

As the wind surges in strength, Elexia alights upon the ground and braces her bare feet against the earth. Her eyes close in an attempt to shield themselves from the gale, but she stubbornly opens them in attempt to maintain her watch. She protects the bloom she bears by folding her hands over her heart.

You have emoted: Despite herself, Lief lowers her antlered head against the gales. Her bare feet dig into the soil, and her hands release their grasp upon one another to grip the fluttering fabric of serene kimono robes bearing fruitful apple branches. She breathes - despite the force, she wills herself to breathe, and from her antlered head's bowed position, she draws her gaze up to Maylea, focusing upon Her.

Bending down, her hair whipping about herself in the gale, Faythe shelters Elexia without obstructing Elexia's vision, staring with wide eyes at the fruit and petals flying from the tree.

Nialla ducks down and scoops a young peahen into her arms as the wind picks up, holding her close to make sure she doesn't get hurt. With Aiteal cradled to her chest she braces herself, her fur whipping in the gale, while she she keeps her gaze locked to Maylea.

Maylea, Bloom of Serenity says to you, "My Eldin. You had stood before in the gales of storms that seek to break you. Do you still stand?" Her form remains still in the gale, even as Her chestnut and blue hair is whipped about by winds. Her golden eyes gleam bright. "Bent as you are?"

Tyrus clasps his cloak tightly about himself and braces against the gale-force winds, hair whipping about his face.

You have emoted: Lief opens her mouth to speak, but the wind steals her breath. She digs her feet in harder, her fingers clenching the skirts of her kimono, her wings pulled and jerked behind her. "Yes!" she finally cries against the force around her, the sound rising above the creaking tree, the whipping flowers. "Bent as I am, my Lady, I *stand*!"

As the sun passes below the horizon's edge, Mother Night unveils her terrible, shadowy beauty, spreading darkness across the land.

Elexia looks up gratefully at Faythe. Although she opens her mouth as if to whisper her thanks, the wind's might leaves her unable to voice it. Instead, she turns to look with adoration and admiration upon you, a small, proud smile upon her lips.

Gathering Elexia in her arms, Faythe rises despite the winds, as though drawing strength from your words and stance. She holds Elexia close over her heart, staring onward at you and Maylea.

Maylea turns Her gaze to each of those around Lief, examining with golden eyes. Strands of hair whip about Her face, trailing with manifold colours that add to the petals upon the wind. Her voice gentle and yet rising above the storm, "My little ones: does Lief stand, and do you stand with her?"

Taking a few short, deep breaths, Faythe cries out against the winds after a moment, still holding tight to Elexia. "She does, Lady Maylea - and I do!"

Elexia raises one foot, before stomping it forward in the ground with as much strength as we can muster. "She does, and we do!" she cries.

Nialla takes a small step closer to you, fighting against the gale as she forces out her answer, sending her voice high above the gale and the creaking of the tree. "She does, and we do!"

Across the heavens, the stars and moon challenge night's dark reign, revealing familiar constellations that tell the tales of myth and legend.

Shouting into the wind, Tyrus hopes the others can still hear, "I do stand with her!"

You have emoted: Lief's ears strain to hear the voices rising up behind her, still fighting against the wind herself, just as her fellow Mayflowers do - fighting to stand, fighting to breathe. She gazes fixedly up at Maylea.

"And she does stand!" Tyrus adds quickly.

Maylea lifts both hands, casting them into the air. Suddenly, the storm ceases, as if it had never been. The apple blossoms that had been whipped into the air float suspended for a moment and then rain down into a cloud all about you in wild and sweet fragrance, landing on every part of you, piling up at your feet. You catch your breath, finding your feet again.

A young peahen cheeps happily and flutters her tail.

You have emoted: Lief draws breath, sweet breath, as she wobbles before standing straighter, soft blossoms catching against her antlers, her hair, her robe.

Elexia lifts a hand to her mouth in attempt to cover her gasp for breath as it is returned to her. Her hand other still clutches onto the apple blossom bloom. She reaches out a hand to Faythe's arm, squeezing it gently as she gives a small smile. Then, as her laboured breathing quiets, she watches you with fascination.

Seeming to forget herself for a moment, Faythe's grip loosens in her hold on Elexia. She stands, staring as the gale settles, her eyes wide and shining as the petals rain down upon them all. She takes a breath, inhaling the wild, sweet fragrance. She shakes her head, recalling her surroundings, and returns her gaze to you.

Nialla stumbles forward a step with the sudden cessation of the wind. Catching herself she straightens, gazing around at the petals piled about them and barely seeming to notice those caught in her fur.

At the storm's dissipation, Tyrus finally relaxes, face upturned into the shower of petals, he catches his breath and releass his hold upon his cloak so that it tumbles free.

Gently, Maylea, Bloom of Serenity says to you, "Are you Unbroken, My Lief?"

Midnight shadows coalesce around a new day, and Mother Night embraces the land in utter darkness.
It is now the 8th of Klangiary, 565 years after the Coming of Estarra.

You have emoted: Petals still dusted upon her, though some fall to her feet as she straightens, Lief gazes into Maylea's golden eyes. Her own eyes spark with color - with so many colors, joyful and steady and even with the faintest hint of sorrows remembered. She breathes deeply, and then her voice comes, firm with conviction. "I am Unbroken, my Lady."

"Then be the first among My Unbroken." Maylea, Bloom of Serenity draws close to Her Avatar. The prismatic light that ever surrounds Her expands to surround the faeling. "Bear the mark of your pledge, Eldin: a gift from Me to you." She breaks into a smile, Her golden eyes glowing with pride. "A communion. A binding."

Maylea reaches forward to trace Her fingertips along your collar bones, and where She touches, colours arise at Her bidding, forming the image of a cluster of pink-white apple blossoms that resemble the gathered petals at your feet. About these clusters, twining branches of soft green and brown spread themselves across your skin, bending to finally form a loop about your neck that has no beginning or end.

You have emoted: As the colors surround her, Lief allows her eyes to close, to feel the gift rise up and twine about her neck. One hand lifts, touching her musician's fingertips to her heart as she breathes in, and breathes out.

Elexia's proud smile widens as she straightens her posture. Her violet eyes sparkle with wonder as she watches the blossom-laden branches loop and dance across your skin. Again, both hands rise to her heart.

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Flowering vines wreathe the antlers which crown this faeling's head, adorning her with perpetual springtime no matter the season. Though she is she is a nimble faeling blossoming demigoddess, she appears otherwise mundane at first glance. With a boyish, twiggy figure that's taller than average and a sprightly, ruddy pixie haircut, she might be androgynous were it not for her softer features. Large, inquisitive gray eyes sit beneath strong and expressive brows, while a small, upturned nose wears the same proud constellation of freckles which scatters across her healthy, rounded cheeks. Pert and peach-stained lips lift into a natural smile unless some greater emotion temporarily seizes them. The wings which sprout from her back are not a butterfly's, but a dragonfly's, their long, limpid shapes occasionally glimmering with opalescence in the ambient light. She walks with the truefavour of Orael the Anomaly.

She is wearing:
a frosted thistle blossom pendant hanging from a thin silvery chain
a translucent crystal bindi faintly illuminating her brow with prismatic colours
a diaphanous snoefaasia brooch of lambent diamond glittering in the ambient light
a dazzling diamond dragonfly earring through her left ear swaying with the movements of her head
a dazzling diamond dragonfly earring through her right ear swaying with the movements of her head
serene kimono robes bearing fruitful apple branches
the Flame of dae'Seren dangling from her wrist, bound by an argent chain wrapping her forearm
an unbroken tattoo of apple blossoms upon the collar bones.

Nialla squeezes Aiteal gently as she watches, the young peahen letting out an excited little "Chirp!"

A fountain of colours appear as Mina flits in happily from the west, fluttering her iridescent wings.

"Hey!" Elarin greets warmly.

Shifting her hold on Elexia, Faythe brushes her wind-swept hair away from her face, her olive-green eyes bright with emotion as she smiles at you quietly.

You have emoted: Elarin's voice draws a grin, a giddy grin, from Lief despite herself. She opens her eyes to gaze up at Maylea, an unbroken tattoo of apple blossoms upon the collar bones ringing her neck, and her hand lifts from her heart to brush at her collarbone herself.

Maylea's touch remains upon Lief, Her attention entirely focused upon her.

-p tattoo
This tattoo has been painted delicately by Divine hands, the colours swirling upon the skin with a gentle glow. A cluster of unblemished apple blossoms bloom upon the collar bones, their pink-white growing from twining, brown and green branches that spiral in a wide loop about the neck, bent with no beginning or end.
It is strangely weightless.
It has the following aliases: tattoo.

Elexia flashes Elarin a bright, excited smile, before returning her earnest attention upon you and Maylea.

As Maylea's touch lingers upon you, you feel strength pour into you from your Goddess. You sense yourself widened, expanded, and for the briefest moment, you view the world as She does, full of the many colours that make up all things and all beings. You are Hers, and She is yours. And through all trials and sorrows, joys and contentment, you stand with the colours of your Truths, you walk the Way lined with Blossoms. You are Unbroken, and your very self declares it.

Congratulations! You have formed a Divine Cult under the auspices of Maylea, Bloom of Serenity.
You use 10,000,000 of your divine essence.

The horizon glows with burnished shades of orange and red, heralding the imminent arrival of Father Sun upon the rim of the world.

Finally, Maylea, Bloom of Serenity breaks the connection with Lief, and the apple that had rested at the base of the ancient tree nestles into the ground, growing and blooming and forming into a curved stone altar that rests partly within the tree's hollow. The altar glows with prismatic colour that joins the aura about Maylea and Lief herself, as if there was an intimate connection among them all. Overhead, the branches of the apple tree droop and bend, weighed down with fruit, drawing close to the newly formed testament to the Unbroken.

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"sapling213470"               a hornbeam sapling
"swan389997"                  a refined and iridescent swan graced with alabaster wings flecked with
opalescent pearls
"wolf286100"                  a fierce timberwolf
"peahen359425"                a young peahen
"mina237179"                  Mina, the giant butterfly
"altar393165"                 the altar of the Unbroken
Number of objects: 6

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The stone that makes up this altar is soft, weathered as if by years of wind and water. It is of all one piece, vaguely rectangular in shape, as if drawn from the ground itself, and its surface is curved, but unbroken. The altar is carven in abstract patterns of swirls and flower petals. One end of the altar rests in the hollow at the base of the ancient apple tree from which it grows, while the other end peeks out from between the wide-spread roots, with real apple petals and bits of colourful lichen lining the grooves of the engraved blossoms. Overhead, a few apple branches bend down towards the altar, the weight of their fruits drawing them close to the worn stone.
It weighs about 375 pounds.
It has the following aliases: altar.

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Gazing over orchard hill.
A hornbeam sapling clings tenaciously to the ground here. With a demure posture, a refined and iridescent swan graced with alabaster wings flecked with opalescent pearls glides through the air here. Hackles risen, a fierce timberwolf prowls about here. A fuzzy young peahen stands here, her floppy crest swinging as she looks about. Mina, the giant butterfly flutters about happily. Peeking out from within the apple tree's hollowed out base, a stone altar rises, drooped over by fruit. Unscarred Faythe is here, shrouded. The soothing aroma of healing herbs suffuses the air around a laurel-skinned herbalist who lingers here, examining their surroundings curiously. Maylea, Bloom of Serenity stands here, prismatic light swirling around Her. Blossoms and peaches drooping from its flexible branches, a fruiting dryad grows here. Tyrus is here. Oracular Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon is here. She wields a rose-vine violin in her left hand and a silver-edged kite shield in her right hand.
You see exits leading southwest and west.

Tyrus watches Lief and Maylea in silent reverence, a smile playing about his lips.

You have emoted: Tears prick at Lief's eyes and begin to slide from their lower lashes. She smiles at Maylea, a wide, radiant smile, her gray gaze sparkling with the pink of the apple blossoms upon her and everybody gathered here. Her hand lowers again, from her collarbone to where her gaze falls next - the altar of the Unbroken. Her fingertips tenderly brush its surface, and she breathes in deeply. She is, for a moment, speechless with her many, many emotions welling from within.

After a long moment, you whisper, "Everything here is beautiful, my Lady. Everyone and everything."

The beautiful sight of the apple blossom branches upon you and the growth of the altar of the Unbroken bring a mistiness to Elexia's eyes as she nods her quiet agreement with you.

Turning, Maylea places a hand upon Lief's shoulder, Her eyes soft with affection, and softly declares, "Lief the Unbroken now leads the cult bearing the same name. May you bend but be not broken. May you walk the Way of Blossoms and find your fruit within." Her eyes turn to the rest of you. "Any of you who wish to stand with her, know that she is Mine, first among the Unbroken."

Turning, Maylea places a hand upon Lief's shoulder, Her eyes soft with affection, and softly declares, "Lief the Unbroken now leads the cult bearing the same name. May you bend but be not broken. May you walk the Way of Blossoms and find your fruit within." Her eyes turn to the rest of you. "Any of you who wish to stand with her, know that she is Mine, first among the Unbroken."

Faythe sets Elexia gently down, back upon the ground. She straightens, tucking her hands into her trouser pockets, blinking as she listens to Maylea's words.

Elexia's pointed ears perk as she listens intently to the soft words of Maylea. "I will stand with Your Unbroken." she says with determination rising in her eyes. Her sunset wings grow still, folded behind her. She turns to you, saying, "May you ever-walk the Way, and may you be ever-strong!"

You have emoted: With Maylea's touch upon her shoulder, Lief's gaze draws up to Maylea Herself. She beams through her quiet tears, joy rising above the other emotions swimming within her. With Her words, she, too, turns to look properly at everybody gathered, from Elexia, to Faythe, to Tyrus, to Nialla, to Elarin, and to the little peahen as well. Elexia's words summon her attention.

Elarin smiles softly towards you. She remains quiet and slowly nods.

"We will stand with Your Unbroken," Nialla declares as Aiteal jumps down from her arms to stand beside her, giving an affirmative "Chirp!" and a brief flap of her little wings.

A young peahen waddles in a slow circle.

You have emoted: Lief gazes up at Maylea, her eyes shining, and she whispers, "May I?"

Maylea breaks into a small smile at you, Her chestnut and blue tresses still adorned with many apple blossoms. "Yes, Eldin. You may." She nods once.

You have emoted: Lief draws in another deep breath, her eyes lingering with adoration upon Maylea. And then her wings pick up, humming behind her, spraying blossoms from themselves and herself as she draws nearer to Elexia. "You wish to stand with the Unbroken, Elexia?" she asks, holding out her hands.

Maylea, Bloom of Serenity has bestowed Her divine truefavour upon you. It will last for 7 months.

Elexia opens her cupped hands, allowing the apple blossom within to twirl and dance its way down to the ground below. She extends them to you, her eyes filled with an earnest fire as she intones, "I will stand with the Unbroken, with you, and with the One who chose you."

Faythe takes a further step back as you approaches Elexia, drawing out of the way and to the fringes of those gathered. Quietly, a small smile on her lips, she watches them.

You have emoted: Lief clasps Elexia's hands in both her own, her eyes glimmering with familiar prismatic colors as she gazes into her eyes. She nods.

Your karma rises in response to your deeds.
As you lift up a Studded Brazier of Crimson Luminescence, small seedlings begin to sprout from all surfaces, bursting into a small garden of tiny, radiant, many-hued flowers that stretch skywards in joy. Within seconds, all perishable material has decayed into dust, and the blossoms lose their colourful petals, only to ripen into sprays of bright fruit that glitter in offering to Maylea, Bloom of Serenity.

You draw on 50000 of your Cult's essence.
You welcome Elexia into your Divine Cult.

You have emoted: Lief leans closer to whisper something for Elexia's ears alone.

A proud smile spreads across Elexia's determined features, and her pointed ears twitch to catch your whisper.

You tell Oracular Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon, "Lean on me, as I will lean on you. Together, we will be Unbroken."

Elexia's violet eyes close for a moment, and she nods firmly to you before leaning over to whisper something in return.

The bright, bell-like voice of Elexia rings in your ear, "Together, as before, as now, as always."

You have emoted: Lief smiles warmly at Elexia as she draws back and releases Elexia's hands. Her wings carry her nearer to Nialla, and she offers forward both her hands. "You wish to stand with the Unbroken, Nialla?" she asks, a smile still dancing upon her lips.

Elexia draws back, taking a few steps before standing just a taller than before. She looks over at the others, glancing at Faythe and Nialla.

Maylea reaches out and places a hand upon Elexia as well, Her golden eyes gentle and searching.

Nialla reaches out to take your offered hands, giving a resolute nod in answer. "I wish to stand with the Unbroken, with you and our Lady, for Kiunid Vruna."

The Divine voice of Maylea, Bloom of Serenity echoes in your head, "My Eldin. I give you now to lead. I am proud of you."

"My blessings go with you, My little ones." Maylea's voice is rich and soft, even as Her form begins to fade from view, growing transparent. "Painters, Pilgrims, Unbroken, all. Know your own true colours, and your form will follow, in fruit."

You tell Maylea, Bloom of Serenity, "Thank You, my Lady. Thank You - words cannot express..."

Elexia smiles softly, bowing her head as the words of the Lady of Serenity as She fades.

You have emoted: Lief clasps Nialla's vulpine hands in hers, her touch gentle but firm. She gazes directly into her eyes. She listens to Maylea's words, her antlered head bowing slightly with them, and when she looks up again, her gaze sparkles with warmth and she nods to Nialla.

You draw on 50000 of your Cult's essence.
You welcome Nialla into your Divine Cult.

Taking a quiet breath, Faythe edges very slowly away from the gathering, moving so quietly as to not disturb the others.

Gliding soundlessly through the air, a refined and iridescent swan graced with alabaster wings flecked with opalescent pearls skims to the west.
With a low growl, a fierce timberwolf pads out to the west.

You have emoted: Still holding Nialla's hands in hers, Lief bends forward to whisper for Nialla's ears alone.

You tell Ruffian Nialla Mes'ard, The Recently Engaged, "Lean on me, as I will lean on you. Together, we will be Unbroken."

Nialla's ears twitch as she listens, and she whispers her reply with a smile.

Like a peal of chimes, Nialla's voice echoes in your ear, "Though we may sway in the breeze and bend in the gale, Hers shall go Unbroken."

Elexia beams brightly, bouncing up on the tips of her toes with her excitement.

You have emoted: Lief smiles with warmth for Nialla as she draws back and releases Nialla's hands. She clasps her hands together, her eyes sparkling with warmth as she gazes upon the gathering here beneath the ancient apple tree, before the altar of the Unbroken. "Would any others commit right now? I am so very grateful whether you wish to or not - my heart swells with love for each and every one of you."

(The Cult of the Unbroken): You say, "I am filled with so much joy to share this cult with the beginnings of the Unbroken."

(The Cult of the Unbroken): You say, "Three is quite the auspicious number, if three is what it will be. Do you both not agree?"

Elexia looks upon the altar of the Unbroken, then down at the Superior Brazier of Illuminated Revelation in her hands. "I will have to so much more to gather!" she chirps enthusiastically. "I am so very glad to have been able to make it!"

Elarin takes a step forward and gently takes your hands into her paws. "I am glad you found a path that is natural to you, my daughter dear. I hope the Unbroken fills you with joy, and to that you believe in. I am proud of you." She smiles kindly, nods, and takes a step backwards.

You have emoted: As she grasps her mother's hands, Lief beams radiantly at Elarin, lines from earlier-wept tears still marked upon her freckled cheeks. "I love you, mother," she whispers, releasing her hands when drawing away again.

Elexia's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

A young peahen waddles in a slow circle.

Shadows grow longer in anticipation for the return of their dark mistress as Father Sun's chase brings him closer to the world's edge.

(The Cult of the Unbroken): Elexia says, "I do, Unbroken!"

You have emoted: Lief claps her hands together, merriment pulling at her features. She wings back to the altar of the Unbroken, and she runs her calloused fingertips adoringly over its surface. "Thank you, everyone," she says with warmth. "Thank you all so much for being here with me." She closes her eyes briefly, and then turns. "I have much to meditate upon here, and there is so much work for all of us to do. But everything - everything - everything means so much to me, as I hope it does to you."

(The Cult of the Unbroken): Nialla says, "Indeed! Though Aiteal insists we stand as four."

You have emoted: Lief laughs suddenly, joyfully.

(The Cult of the Unbroken): You say, "Four, yes, of course!"

Elexia curls her hands into fists, bringing them up in a ready-stance as she says, "Whatever is to be done, you may always call on us to complete it!" Her hands relax once more by her side, before folding in front of her. "It truly has been an honour to see your journey, dear sister, and I cannot wait to see how you will grow stronger yet! I can think of no better leader for the Unbroken."

Nialla approaches the altar with a smile, a young peahen racing ahead of her to meet you with an excited "Chirp!" Trailing a finger across the altar she beams brightly at you. "I'm so very glad I could be here for this. We both are. I might be new here, but I can see it is well deserved. Whatever work you must complete, we stand with you, always."

You have emoted: Lief's eyes glimmer with bold colors - with golds, with reds, with azure blues - as she regards Elexia, still with warmth. And then Nialla, too, listening to her words. "I look forward to being there for the both of you upon your journeys as well," she says in answer, a glimmer of pride weaving into her voice. "We will dance the Way of the Blossom together, and we will bend without breaking."

Elexia raises a fist in jubilee as she cries, "Like a tree caught in a gale!" As her hand falls by her side once more, she says, "Then, with your leave, I think I shall begin gathering about some more essence for the occasion!" She smiles brightly as her butterfly wings begin to carry her aloft once more. She clasps her hands, bowing respectfully.

You have emoted: Lief claps her hands together and nods her antlered head eagerly to Elexia, her eyes glittering with affection.

Elexia playfully flips in the air.

Leaping into the air, Elexia spins away to the west.

You giggle happily.

Ruffian Nialla Mes'ard, The Recently Engaged smiles and says, "Well then, Aiteal, we have some guards to talk to."

You have emoted: Lief flashes another smile to those gathered here, and she turns once more to face the altar of the Unbroken.

Nialla curtseys gracefully.

Nialla leaves to the southwest.
Flapping her small wings, a young peahen waddles away to the southwest.

Gazing lovingly at her daughter, Elarin smiles kindly. "I wish you a wonderful journey, and I hope you may bend, but not break, like I did." She smiles and nods as you turns towards the altar, she walks away towards the west.

Followed by a wave of sparkles, Mina, the giant butterfly, flies off to the west.

You tell Wyldewald Elarin Myeras-Silvermoon, "Thank you so very much, mother." Her words radiate warmth. "You have been so important to my journey, and you continue to be so."

Caressing your ear, the voice of Elarin whispers, "I love you."

You tell Wyldewald Elarin Myeras-Silvermoon, "And I you."

You have emoted: Lief exhales softly, her wings quieting, lowering her to allow her feet to sink into the earth once more as she lingers here at the altar of the Unbroken.