/ So, thank you /

**A normal day, hanging out with Tridemon while designing/drawing**

You shake your head.

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Sorry am so quiet to-day, Tridemon, my brain is all woobbly. Hrm." He reaches up to knock on the side of his head, chitin clicking. "Wake up."

Tridemon ponders the situation.

Tridemon pats you in a friendly manner.

The soft sounds of a zither being played and the cry of a crane in flight echo in from somewhere.
The sun reaches the zenith of the firmament, pausing in his quest to allow the land to bask in his shining golden rays.

You tilt your head curiously at Tridemon.

You chitter at Tridemon with energetic clicks of your mandibles.

Bizirik's head begins to droop. It opens its great maw and curls back its lips to allow its forked tongue to unfurl as it yawns before snapping its mouth shut.

You think to yourself: / The Keeper also seems quiet /.

You glance askance at Tridemon.

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

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Haven't finished off those rooms..."

You have emoted: Gurashi sits up a little, looking further down the beach. "Oh!"

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

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Cannot wait to see! Yes - the beginnings were nice."

You have emoted: Gurashi bobs his head side to side. "Cannot wait to see!"

You hum softly to yourself.

You think to yourself: / Mm. *a tick* More starry rivers and purple beaches? /.

You have emoted: Gurashi chitters excitedly at the very thought.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "And the bamboo forest."

You think to yourself: **a recollection of glittering leaves and many many shiny colors in the sunlight - a warm wash of comforting hues**.

You chitter at Tridemon with energetic clicks of your mandibles.

A gentle rolling of waves laps at the sand's edge.


Excited, you say, "Oh - cannot wait to see what make. Yes!"

You tilt your head curiously.

Faintly buzzing, you say to Tridemon, "Oh! You should put some furniture in some of the places, yes... like, uhm. Something to sit on! Sometimes. The ground is nice though too."

You twiddle your thumbs.

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

You have emoted: Gurashi reaches up to cover his beak as he yawns again, antennae bobbing. "Hey hey, oh - do not let me forget. Miss Khep said there is a game we should learn if you want to be a kephera again?" He pauses. "It sounds like it involves much running. But also. It's a game." He chitters excitedly.

You think to yourself: / Mmhmm /.

The call of a cicada welcomes the setting of the sun and the coming night.
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.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "... does it involve the secondary hands much?"

You have emoted: Gurashi glances down at Tridemon's missing lower left arm.

You think to yourself: / Having more elbows helps, but it isn't the end of the world. There are plenty of three-armed kephera down here /.

You blink.

Faintly buzzing, you ask, "...l-like Tridemon?"

You think to yourself: / In terms of growing crystals in lieu of chitin? No. Accidents happen. Limbs get lost /.

Softly, you say, "Ah."

You have emoted: Gurashi glances at Tridemon again, looking at his left arm curiously.

You think to yourself: **continued bright warm colors, now joined by seafoam greens and blues**.

You think to yourself: / Anyway. You need a ball, and you need a hoop... /.

Faintly buzzing, you whisper, "See? Sounds like is gonna require moving..."

You think to yourself: / *an irritated tick* I could make a lazy-man's rules I suppose /.

You think to yourself: / ....but you do enough lounging as is - well. One of you does. *a soft, lightly critical chirr* So you should play the truest version first /.

You think to yourself: Hey! Do not get on Tridemon for lounging. Lounging is....

You flop down onto the ground.

Aloud, you say, "Very nice."

Tridemon pats you in a friendly manner.

You think to yourself: / *a hopeful little chitter* .... any interest? Not now, certainly /.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks towards Tridemon, left antennae sagging.

You tilt your head curiously.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Mm... Might give it a try, I suppose. I'm... less than fantastic at immediate spacial awareness."

You have emoted: Gurashi's face lights up, and his antennae and mandibles begin excitedly moving of their own accord even as he sits. "You have trouble seeing?" He asks suddenly, sitting up with his elbows.

You think to yourself: / If you can manage it - a soft ball would work. But heavier is better... /.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Spatial awareness is more about your body in relation to everything around you. Sometimes your sense of direction."

You tilt your head curiously at Tridemon.

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Oh, so...."

You have emoted: Gurashi looks curiously out towards the sea, narrowing his eyes as he tries to make sense of what you just said. "So, if a ball were coming at you, you may not react in time to stop it?"

Faintly buzzing, you ask, "Or get confused... by, where it is currently at, if you are not immediately looking at it?"

You twiddle your thumbs.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Might not react in time, might not be aware of where the ball is..."

You think to yourself: / ...... *a gentle thrum - something akin to deja vu* /.

You face lights up as you smile brightly at Tridemon.

Faintly buzzing, you say to Tridemon, "If you do not like the game, we do not have to keep playing it. But let's try, yes!"

Faintly buzzing, you say to Tridemon, "I will try to find a ball for us. Miss Khep can tell me if it works or not."

You hum softly to yourself.

The depths of the dark of night herald a new beginning, and a new chance to make the world a little better.
Midnight shadows coalesce around a new day, and Mother Night embraces the land in utter darkness.
It is now the 11th of Vestian, 559 years after the Coming of Estarra.
There are 30 days until the New Moon

You think to yourself: / ..... *a mild sense of retreat, turning inward* /.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "... Probably shouldn't use a grapefruit."

You think to yourself: / Grape....? /.

You think to yourself: **a passing image of a grapefruit - being split open, the bitterness of the pink pulp - also, the sharp weight of it landing on your foot**.

You have emoted: Gurashi hums softly to himself, drumming his hands on his lap.

You think to yourself: / *quiet* Ah ... /.

You think to yourself: / Mm. Actually. The weight and size is just about ... right /.

Faintly buzzing, you chitter, "Ohhh am excited to play yes. Not now. When am less sleepy."

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Do not make me do any running for another few days!"

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

Leaning back to stare towards the sea, you say, "Am all run-ned out."

You think to yourself: / .... /.

You think to yourself: / You.... /.

You tilt your head curiously.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "He ran out of run."

You nod your head emphatically.

Tridemon shifts his eyes suspiciously from side to side.

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Did. Yep. Ran out of it. My legs are just sticks now. Can't feel them."

Faintly buzzing, you say, "...well, O-K," He lifts a leg, staring at his foot, "can feel them a little."

Thoughtfully, you ask, "Miss Khep - did I play this game back in the Hives?"

You think to yourself: / ....... *a long, heavy pause*... Yes /.

Faintly buzzing, you ask, "....was any good?"

You narrow your eyes, peering about suspiciously.

"Nope," Tridemon says with finality.

You think to yourself: / *a very soft laugh* .. You were alright /.

You think to yourself: / *a little more present* The official game is more fit for Princesses. Or Warders - physically fit... *softer* The version we played is much kinder, I assure you /.

You bounce up and down.

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Oh boy."

Faintly buzzing, you ask, "Wait - why Princesses and Warders?"

You think to yourself: / Ahhhh - it can get ..... aggressive /.

You think to yourself: / ...Do not get me wrong the official game is -also- fun, but I promise you -would- not like it /.

You twitch your mandibles as you voice a soft, curious chirr.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "... is it, perhaps, played with something about the size and shape of, say, a severed head?"

You think to yourself: / *suddenly, another laugh* /.

You think to yourself: / No - Perhaps in Tutotophet or Mumhatuti - but we are more civil than that /.

Quietly, you say, "Mumhatuti...."

You think to yourself: Talked about Mumhatuti before ....?

You shake your head.

You stretch languidly.

You flop down onto the ground.

Faintly buzzing, you ask, "Mmm... am looking forward to the thing, yes... I will find a ball... oh - does it need to bouncey?"

You think to yourself: / *softly* It would be nice if it had a little bounce, yes /.

Faintly buzzing, you sing, "O-K~."

You hum softly to yourself.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says to you, "Do you currently have any severed heads on your person?"

You blink.

Faintly buzzing, you whisper, "Oh gosh hope not."

You quickly toss a doll's head to Tridemon, who catches it nimbly.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Nah. I don't think this used to be a bit of a person."

You put your hands on your hips and go "Hmmm!"

You blink.

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Oh..."

As you release an ivory egregore skylantern with butterfly wings into the air, it begins to float slowly upon the breeze, drifting upward.

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

You think to yourself: It works!!

You have emoted: Gurashi sits up again.

Twisting and turning in a coiled dervish, an ivory egregore skylantern rises slowly upwards.

As you release a snarling ebon jackal sky lantern into the air, it begins to float slowly upon the breeze, drifting upward.

Tridemon flops down onto the ground.

You bounce up and down.

Faintly buzzing, you exclaim, "Oh, it's a Shofets one!"

As an ivory egregore skylantern with butterfly wings drifts away, it grows smaller and smaller on the horizon until you see naught but a speck of light floating in the distance.

Crimson coloured smoke trailing from its snarling mouth, an ebon jackal sky lantern ascends angrily to the heavens.

As a snarling ebon jackal sky lantern drifts away, it grows smaller and smaller on the horizon until you see naught but a speck of light floating in the distance.

You hum softly to yourself.

You think to yourself: **among the colors - every so often pinged intensely with recollections of the visit with the Shofet, memories that are foreign, cycling through, a little clearer each time but no more understood**.

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

Faintly buzzing, you say, "My eyes and my leggies are all awfully tired. Do mind if stay here for bit?"

You tilt your head curiously at Tridemon.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Go ahead and nap."

You think to yourself: / At this point, do you even need to ask? He always says yes, Tiso /.

Eyes closing, you say, "It is polite to ask."

Faintly buzzing, you say to Tridemon, "But also, you are never needing to ask if can stay at my place."

You beam broadly at Tridemon.

You have emoted: Gurashi tilts his hat forward, shielding his eyes from the sun.

A soft breeze stirs the nearby sand, leaving gentle arcs in its wake.

You suddenly shut your eyes, raising a hand to your beak as you yawn.

<-- long pause with no talking; Gurashi sleep!

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says to Bizirik, the leothin, "He needs a face-hat."

Bizirik, the leothin snorts in agreement, then resumes grooming itself, rubbing at its ears with its smaller secondary paws.

You think to yourself: / .... *a quiet sigh* /.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "... things to say?"

You think to yourself: **sleepy sorting of memories, overlaid in a wash of deep blue-violet- it is the krokani working at the forge again, the trill and her igasho friend, a lucidian family huddled together as the walls crumble around them, a laughing faeling... **.

You think to yourself: / *quiet* I am ...feeling appreciative /.

Tridemon tilts his head curiously.

Tridemon pats Bizirik, the leothin in a friendly manner.
Bizirik, the leothin stares blankly at Tridemon. After a moment its tail lifts once then thumps back against the ground with potential delight.

Bizirik, the leothin chirps happily at Tridemon.

You think to yourself: / ....... *reluctantly* I thought, at first, it would be better to bring him back to the Hives. But... /.

You think to yourself: **a merian woman pulls herself out of the water onto a dock, a dull ache as a human man is run through with a blade in combat, a furrikin bows humbly before a shrine**.

You think to yourself: / .... You take -really- good care of him. Better than even I could. *a pause* Did /.

You think to yourself: / ....and I worry - about what that ... stupid .... *a vague gesture, frustrated* messed up Forest is going to do to him /.

You think to yourself: / Don't tell him I said that /.

You think to yourself: / *suddenly concerned buzzing... checking ...* /.

You have emoted: Gurashi makes no indication he's paying attention, all four hands folded over over his chest, hat covering his face, breathing slow and even.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "The Light helps to offset the Shadow."

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "And Shadow helps give depth to the Light."

The call of a cicada welcomes the setting of the sun and the coming night.
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.

You think to yourself: **an elfen woman cradles a child in her arms, swaying lightly - a mugwump grins smugly as he bribes a guard for some bread - a black and orange kephera runs blindly through the darkness, terrified - a pale coated loboshigaru washes his face, then turns to his partner and says something that makes them both laugh**.

You think to yourself: / *softly* Y.... Yes /.

You think to yourself: / So, thank you /.

You think to yourself: / I would be up there, now. In the chitin, as they say - were I able /.

You think to yourself: / ..... I'm not sure how fondly Tiso's .... Gurashi's, father, would feel towards me. I -did- try to stab the Elfen /.

You think to yourself: / .... truthfully I still sometimes think of stabbing them *said with some amusement* /.

Tridemon narrows his eyes slightly, focusing on one of those memories that's flashing by, before giving a slight shrug. "I'm not altogether certain that attempted stabbings aren't actually a form of casual greeting in some of the families of the Glomdoring."

You think to yourself: / *another laugh* /.

You think to yourself: / You cannot blame me for wanting to take advantage when they explicitly ask Tiso 'stab me' /.

You think to yourself: / Of -course- Tiso won't do it, but if they ask nicely enough *a little chirr* /.

You think to yourself: **further away from wakefullness, memories becoming more of a wash of blueviolet, deepening into black, deepening into nothing but sound, dreamless sleep**.

You think to yourself: / Mm.... *the sensation of a finger tapping to your chin* Anyway. That is all. Thank you - and also, I think you may have more fun with the game than you imagine /.

You think to yourself: / Tiso makes it fun *a cheerful, unintentional chirp* //.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "He tends to do a lot of... flailing at times."

You think to yourself: / *another laugh, gentle* Yes - that too /.

You have emoted: Gurashi lets out a little chitter while he sleeps, reaching up to rub at his beak, knocking his hat askew before dropping his hand again, still asleep.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Mm. I should probably settle in for a nap myself..."

You think to yourself: / I should probably ... ah. Yes /.

You think to yourself: / You nap. I have some things to take care of /.

You think to yourself: / *fading into the rest of the hive noise* Be well, Keeper /.

Tridemon nods his head sagely.

Tridemon pats Bizirik, the leothin in a friendly manner.
Bizirik, the leothin stares blankly at Tridemon. After a moment its tail lifts once then thumps back against the ground with potential delight.

Bizirik, the leothin snorts softly, head rested on its paws, staring at Tridemon sleepily.
The depths of the dark of night herald a new beginning, and a new chance to make the world a little better.

Midnight shadows coalesce around a new day, and Mother Night embraces the land in utter darkness.
It is now the 12th of Vestian, 559 years after the Coming of Estarra.
There are 29 days until the New Moon

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says to Bizirik, the leothin, "You should totally hide a piece of fish in his hat next month."

Tridemon nods his head sagely.

Bizirik, the leothin nods once in agreement, tail slapping the sand behind it.