A Gift for the Thousandfold

<-- Gurashi and Shulamit had the same idea with the sketch of Ashtariel in the final week of auctions. After much panic and coordination IC/OOC, the sketch was won, so we were able to go forth with a nice little Order event.

The lingering notes of harmonic purity swell to impossible heights as you step confidently through the song of reality itself.
A cliffside pavilion over a roiling abyss.
Throughout the location, small dancing flames flicker and spark. Ivory, copper, pillars, twisting ribbons of molten material rise on the outermost edge of this walkway along the sheer side of the cliff. At the centre of this wide, crimson-paved walkway, a great dias of copper rises, stamped with fell, strange symbols. Braziers hang from above, descending from amidst a panoply of many coloured tapestries depicting the innumerable forms of the Thousandfold. A low, rounded dias of copper and ivory rests at the centre of the floor, surrounded by radiating patterns of enameled gold and indigo tiles: above, a tripod dangles on tarnished chains, disgorging clouds of resin-scented smoke. Spangled with eccentric loops of indigo, emerald and copper, a rough collection of abstract feathers adorns an otherwise blank painting. Streaked in kaleidoscopic paint, a statue of Ashtariel of a Thousand Hues stands here. A mischievous, disgustingly cute urchin twirls here.
You see exits leading west and up.

LOOK SHULAMIT
She is a crystalline lucidian iridescent demigoddess and is tinted a soft, muted blue colour that appears to be only skin deep. Faint whorls and eddies can be seen within the blue hue, making it appear to have been painted on with precise strokes of a master hand. Criss-crossing lines of gold spiderweb across her body, filling in ancient cracks and scars. The artwork is apparent within the golden workings, having been placed with another's hands, as the gold continues on her back and in places far too difficult to reach alone. The gold glows faintly, hinting at inner power and warmth. Tarnished divine script runs along her throat, spelling out ancient and forgotten hymns to the Shofet. Thin trickles of soporific smoke trail from the sides of her mouth when she speaks, the resinous smoke seen coiled in her lungs through her faintly translucent skin. Her skin is smooth of the crystal spikes normally seen on lucidians, head smooth and rounded, golden lines gleaming magnificently. Her eyes are an ebon black colour, faint pin pricks of light seen deep within as though there are distant stars and galaxies within. A chaos butterfly is resting on her shoulder. Tattooed on her fingers is an illustration of minuscule divine lettering. A brilliant ivory light suffuses the air about her, pulsing occasionally with a sense of childlike joy.
Spilling from the crown of her head to her shoulders is a finespun waterfall of sparkling crystal, each thread perfectly clear and colourless. As she moves, the gentle peal of pellucid chimes sounds in her wake, soft and soothing.
She is wearing:
a powerplex jewel upon her brow
a resin-streaked mark of the Paragon of Paradigms over her heart
mercurial Mysraian prayer beads wrapped around her right arm and hand
a rose-entangled lunar band on the third finger of her left hand
a vibrant collar of spun gold and prismatic crystal proudly around her throat
a shifting, living poppy of beige petals pinned to her cloche hat
a grandiose gown of sugar and spice
a bright pink and yellow cloche hat
a cupcake coin pouch worn upon her left hip
a whimsical apron patterned with various delights
a Crown of Crumkindivia worn atop her cloche hat
an elegant ivory watch decorated with poppies on her left wrist
a shifting symbol of the Thousandfold
an emerald fish blanket cozily worn over her shoulders.

LOOK ME
Standing at a scant four foot ten inches, they are an alluring sileni kindly demigod changeling. The slender curves of this creature's form, from their slight shoulders to their dainty, six-fingered hands, lend them a youthful, wholesome appearance. Their right hand has been scarred upon the palm, as if with a sharp object, and their most prominent three knuckles of the same hand are marred. A heart-shaped face houses a sheepish smile and a pair of large, expressive, slate-blue eyes, their brilliant white pupils resembling stars framed with dusky auburn lashes. Their long cheeks and thin, upturned nose both bear a permanent shade of blush, accentuated by the greatest cluster of freckles. A moderately sized crescent-shaped scar mars their right cheek, brightly visible against the deep hue of their skin. Their smooth skin is tawny in color, covered in a smattering of auburn freckles. A hint of discolored flesh can be seen at the center of their sternum, mostly obscured by their clothing. An unruly mane of bright, apricot colored hair is clustered in wavy clumps atop their head, parted on either side of their head by a pair of curling, deep sable ram's horns, the left horn slightly shorter and stumpier than the right. A shock of bone-white hair stands out along their left temple, the tuft tucked delicately around their horn. A pair of velvety soft black ram's ears hang down from below their horns, twitching every so often in response to foreign sound. Beginning along their midriff is a thin coat of apricot-colored wool, a hint of pure white spots seen poking out from the top of their pants. Their backwards-tilted legs are slender and fawn-like, covered in downy tufts of orange fur and coming to end with triangular, sable black hooves. A short orange and white tail can be seen occasionally wagging behind them. A shifting pearlescence graces their skin as they walk with the truefavour of Carakhan, Sculptor of Waves. Soothing mists of water and light weave about them in a sparkling white veil, marking the truefavour of Lantra, the Empyreal.
They are wearing:
a starry wreath of celestial light set atop their head like a halo
a circlet of crystal thorns resting loosely atop their head
a vivid red-orange poppy tucked lovingly behind their left ear
the Mantle of Starlight which flows dreamily about their shoulders and back
a sleeveless black tunic which clings to their upper body flatteringly
mercurial Mysraian prayer beads pulled taut against their right wrist
a Glomdoring friendship bracelet which jingles softly on their left wrist
minty citrus incense beads pulled taut against their right wrist
a shifting, living poppy of saffron petals worn delicately upon their left wrist
a driftwood ring of sea breezes fitted tightly to their left middle finger
simple white linen trousers which swish around their legs freely
a bright red poppy tucked behind their left ear.

Shulamit boggles at an adolescent Nyalian mastiff, sending astonished shades of mauve bouncing around the room.
A adolescent Nyalian mastiff's ears rise and sharpen into tight triangles as he stares vigilantly at Shulamit.

Shulamit raises her hand in greeting to an adolescent Nyalian mastiff and says "Hi!"
A adolescent Nyalian mastiff's ears rise and sharpen into tight triangles as he stares vigilantly at Shulamit.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you exclaim, "Beloved Shulamit!"

Shulamit raises her hand in greeting to you and says "Hi!"

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to you, "In a smidge over half a day, I think."

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say, "Hi! Dearest Beloved Shulamit, guess what! Look - my friend."

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to an adolescent Nyalian mastiff, "Well aren't you a good..."

Shulamit pauses for a moment.

You have emoted: Gurashi gestures towards an adolescent Nyalian mastiff who sits beside them, panting happily. "His name is Ham."

With an upwards lilt, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to an adolescent Nyalian mastiff, "Boy?"

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say, "He is a good boy."

You nod your head emphatically.
Shulamit wipes the back of her hand across her brow in relief.

Your shoulders bunch as you let out a short giggle.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to an adolescent Nyalian mastiff, "A very good boy!"

Shulamit reaches over to an adolescent Nyalian mastiff and itches his back.
A adolescent Nyalian mastiff playfully snarls at Shulamit, baring perfectly white teeth and then his lolling pink tongue.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say, "I will send him home in a bit, Bizi will want to be here, yes."

Glowing an astonished shade of mauve, Shulamit's eyes boggle out in amazement.

Leaning forward, you gently press a kiss to an adolescent Nyalian mastiff's brow.
A low rumble shudders throughout a adolescent Nyalian mastiff's chest, a sort of gentle, contented sound.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to an adolescent Nyalian mastiff, "Oh you! Are a spirited baby."

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you exclaim, "Isn't he so good? So cute? Am training him to be obedient!"

Shulamit acknowledges the point with a grave nod of her head.

You point a red and blue bouncer ball at an adolescent Nyalian mastiff.
You trace a slow path through the air with a red and blue bouncer ball, transfixing an adolescent Nyalian mastiff with its tantalising proximity.

You drop a red and blue bouncer ball.
An adolescent Nyalian mastiff watches with absolute fascination as a red and blue bouncer ball bounces several times before rolling off to the side. As it comes to rest, he waits expectantly for a repeat performance.

You nod your head sagely.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say, "He is good at fetch! And drop it."

Shulamit giggles happily, glowing bouncing bubbly shades of pink and yellow.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say, "And sit! But is not very good at stay yet. He wiggles. But gets better every day."

Windchimes echo in your ears, singing together in soft minor notes.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you ask an adolescent Nyalian mastiff, "I love you! Please get home safely, O-K?"

You have emoted: Gurashi squishes an adolescent Nyalian mastiff's face adoringly, receiving a series of licks across their short face, causing their orange and white tail to wag rapidly behind them.

You wave goodbye at an adolescent Nyalian mastiff.

An adolescent Nyalian mastiff bobs his head several times just before trotting off.

You face lights up as you smile brightly at Shulamit.

As she nods slowly in your direction, you realize Shulamit understands.

LOOK STATUE
Brilliant whorls of abstract paint adorn the slender form of this statue, framing streaked inclusions of lightning-filled crystal, and sharp, sand-eroded cheeks. Her hands are stretched before Her in mute supplication, Her lips turned down in solemnity. She is crowned in shards of metal and half-molten crystal, and Her hands are stained with the remnants of votive candles and dried paint.

You tilt your head, gaze softening as you frown.

You close your eyes and inhale deeply, absorbing the scent of your surroundings.

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

With a loud yet playful whistle, a mechanical dirigible comes puttering in on currents of air, its metallic claw grasping plump pickled shrimp, which it quickly deposits in your hands.
He is loyal to Barker Arix Mes'ard, Gaudigoon.

Gently, you ask Shulamit, "How are feeling?"

You blink.

Extremely cheerfully, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to you, "Excited!"

You think to yourself: Oh - that was nicely, of Mister Arix.

You face lights up as you smile brightly at Shulamit.

Bizirik, the leothin trots in with head high, butting you gently with her head.
You easily vault onto the back of Bizirik, the leothin. <-- automatic oh no

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say to Shulamit, "Me too, me too. A half a day? That is not so long at a--."

You have emoted: Gurashi lets out a squawk of surprise as Bizirik, the leothin comes barreling in at such a speed the sileni onto the creature's back.

You stare blankly into space.

Shulamit raises her hand in greeting to Bizirik, the leothin and says "Hi!"
Bizirik, the leothin stares blankly at Shulamit. After a moment its tail lifts once then thumps back against the ground with potential delight.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to Bizirik, the leothin, "Bizi! How are yoooouuu."

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to Bizirik, the leothin, "You are getting along with good strong boy? You are good strong girl! The bestest and finest of girl....Bizis!"

Shulamit takes a deep breath as the crystal surface of her face softens and shifts in colour, a muted glow appearing within.

With a laugh, you say, "Honestly, she is a little jealous..."

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you ask, "When Ham was very small, she did not like that I could carry hims. But had to! It is scary to introduce small puppy to BIG creatures, know?"

A look of understanding crossing her features, Shulamit nods her head slowly.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Puppies can be VERY tiny."

Shulamit acknowledges the point with a grave nod of her head.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Little round things, can't see! Can't walk! Just go aurf!"

Shulamit hums a happy tune.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "There's two mastiffs at the Eternal Flame, you know. From people who never wake up. Very sad."

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "I wish I could kidnap them."

Shulamit nods solemnly.

A sense of well-being and calm fills the air and warms your heart as an enormous tae'dae with black and gold fur strides in from the west.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "At least they're warm?"

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Ah!"

Shulamit waves cheerfully at Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart. "Hi hi Best Beloved Priest!"

You have emoted: Gurashi nods, sliding off of Bizirik, the leothin's back and onto the ground.

Bizirik, the leothin snorts.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart, "My poppy was a you poppy just before, it's a lovely you."

You have emoted: Gurashi clears their throat, then begins to flit around Shulamit joyfully, strumming away on a vibrant mandolin of songbirds and stars. "Anyway, Bizi is behaving better these days, now that is bigger? Did see how -- oh!"

LOOK ASCHWAR
Radiant gold and inky black compete for prominence in the thick fur that covers this enormous tae'dae's body, the well-groomed hair shifting like fields of wheat and clouds through the night sky with each movement. Despite their thick limbs and eleven-and-a-half feet of height, an aura of well-being and contentment radiates off of their body, only enhanced by the gentle smile that is nearly always present on their muzzle. Glittering mis-matched eyes, the right brown and the left green, stare with a gentle warmth at the world around them, only inches below a pair of fuzzy ears with several notches missing from them. They are nicely dressed in a comfortable pair of deep grey trousers, held up by a burgundy belt of leather, and a three-layered tunic of bright red-violet cloth that fits them nearly perfectly. Light tan, a pair of strap boots are a stark contrast to their fur and have been decorated with little, hand-drawn moths. An aura of gentle tranquility pulses around them, slow and meticulous. In their left hand, they wield a ten foot long scabbard covered in vines of living, scarlet poppies.
Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart has an air of extreme strength.

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

Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart's face breaks up in a soft smile as they wave delightedly towards Shulamit and return, "Hullo, Missus Friend Shulamit!" Two things take your notice immediately. Their voice is higher, and gruffer than it has ever been, and there is no mark upon their head anymore.

Shulamit blinks.

In broken common, Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart exclaims, "How are you? I love you!"

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart, "Doing well? I saw the th...thingy. The vaults! Some of!"

Stumbling over their own hooves as they stumble over, you say, "Hi! Beloved Aschwar! You..."

You boggle at Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Tonatiuh showed me the statue, and it's very fancy, and the extremely fancy orangey machine."

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon thinks to herself: Wonder if it goes to an equally large juicer.

You tilt your head and listen intently to Shulamit.

In broken common, Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart says, "Am smiles you are smiles! Was hurt work, but very smiles in the end."

You think to yourself: *a sense of surprise, these changes - something different? what--*.

A look of understanding crossing her features, Shulamit nods her head slowly.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart, "Maybe some rest now? Good strong rest for good strong Priests!"

Stepping closer, you exclaim, "Hi! It is goodly... to see you!"

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

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart runs up to Shulamit and envelops her in a massive bearhug.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you ask, "Hurt, work... are you O-K?"

Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart runs up to you and envelops you in a massive bearhug.

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon thinks to herself: Can't work Best Priest to the bones! Do they have b...oh!

You look at Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart, expression filled with concern as you frown.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say, "Oh--!"

Shulamit hugs Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart compassionately, warm shades of pearl bouncing around the room.

You reach out, pulling Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart into a tight embrace.

Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart says, "Am very smiles! Sleep very lots, and again. I am resting."

You have emoted: Gurashi opens their mouth, then closes it, opens and closes it again, throwing a glance towards Shulamit.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "I told the Sacrosanct for a little over half a day, but I'm early because I am a Shulamit, so others are early. Oh! Good, rests are good."

You have emoted: Gurashi lovingly rests a hand upon Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart's arm, petting it a few times. "I see." They say, tail wagging several times rapidly behind them.

Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart nods their head several times, and asks, "Are ready and strong? I am here for you." The last sentence sounds especially rehearsed, with extra emphasis on the progression of the syllables.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Not to say it is only for Sacrosanct to give a gift. Just made sure they knew."

You nod your head at Shulamit.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart, "I am ready! I am...strong!"

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon thinks to herself: As strong as a sugar cookie.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say to Shulamit, "Are ready, yes."

You flex your muscles in an impressive display of strength.

Shulamit takes a deep breath as the crystal surface of her face softens and shifts in colour, a muted glow appearing within.

Lifting their tiny arms, you say, "She is! We is! Are?"

Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart reaches their arms skyward, encouringly crying, "You are strong!"

Bizirik, the leothin nearby lifts its tiny secondary paws to flex as well.

The room is filled briefly with bubbling shades of pink and yellow as Shulamit giggles at Bizirik, the leothin.

Shulamit doubles over in laughter, wiping the tears from her eyes.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "I'm sorry Bizirik, that was..."

Bizirik, the leothin chirps happily at Shulamit.

Shulamit bursts into a fit of giggles, ending with an abrupt and surprising snort.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you ask Shulamit, "Isn't she the bestest?"

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon thinks to herself: The little...tiny paw.

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon thinks to herself: Flex! Flexy!

Acknowledging your point to be true, Shulamit nods her head gravely at you.

You have emoted: Gurashi too bursts into giggles, their tail a blur of orange and white behind them as the leothin creeps closer, slinking up to Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart, entwining around the tae'dae's legs.

Bizirik, the leothin chirps happily at Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "O...oh!"

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to you, "Did you bring cakey thingies?"

You nod your head emphatically.

Shulamit wipes the back of her hand across her brow in relief.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "I thought I asked, then worried I had not, in fact, asked."

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "I left Delos in the stables, as I think he would arf at rude times."

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say, "Have...twenty two. Will be enough for anyone who comes? ... it is a pretty sweetly cakes, for sweetly reasons."

Shulamit looks upwards, frowning at the moths.

Bizirik, the leothin snorts and snuffles softly, reaching up to groom itself, then yawn.

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon thinks to herself: Mothies, you should be safe.

Shulamit nods her head at you.

You ponder the situation.

Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart lowers their arms and places their paws on their hips. "I am saying not yes to the cakes, please."

Slightly confused, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart, "You do not want cake?"

Apologetically, you say to Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart, "I am so sorry! I did not bring unsweet snackies, this time, Beloved...!"

Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart nods their head simply towards Shulamit, smiling happily.

A look of understanding crossing her features, Shulamit nods her head slowly.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you ask Bizirik, the leothin, "Do you want to stay? Or go?"

Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart says, "It is okay! We are very close to home, and I can still make sands magic to make sands whatever I liking."

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon thinks to herself: No...cake? Yes. No cakes.

Bizirik, the leothin leans forward, snuffling at the sileni's outstretched hand. After a minute, it tosses its head, then sits up resolutely, slinking back over to Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart's side, winding around them before weaving over to Shulamit, sitting with a bodily 'whumph'.

With a nod, you say, "She is staying."

Shulamit ponders the situation.

Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart leans down and gently plaps Bizirik, the leothin atop the head with the flat of their palm, happily proclaiming, "And Bizi, too!"

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon thinks to herself: Bizirik is a good strong...entity.

Bizirik, the leothin grins smugly, tail slapping the ground behind it once.

Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart says, "Can havings fish, Bizi?"

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon thinks to herself: I am unsure exactly what she is still, other than Good. And Baby.

Bizirik, the leothin soundlessly lolls its head back, opening its strange jaws, awaiting aforementioned fishes.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Feesh!"

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

Shulamit rubs her chin thoughtfully, raises her eyebrow and says, "I see..."

Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart nods seriously and pulls aside a small pouch, opening it to sink their arm shoulder-deep into the bag, rummaging around expectantly before emerging with a dripping cage full of wriggling pink shrimp.

Solemnly, in broken Common, Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart says, "It is Bizi time."

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon thinks to herself: Bestest Tae'dae Priest and shramp giver.

Acknowledging Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart's point to be true, Shulamit nods her head gravely at him.

Bizirik, the leothin lets out a high-pitched yowl of delight, rising to its feet and racing over to the cage, paws tippy tappying with excitement on the ground as they shuffle around Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart.

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon thinks to herself: Heeeheeeeee toe tappies.

Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart carefully leans backwards and sits without crushing Bizirik's spine, sitting upright and hurriedly shovelling shrimp into the expectant mouth of the poor, emaciated leothin.

You have emoted: Gurashi bursts into laughter, clutching their hands over their heart. "Oh! It IS Bizi time, yes. You are too goodly to her, Beloved!"

Bizirik, the leothin chirps happily.

Bizirik, the leothin opens its mouth just in time to receive the shrimpy offering, tail slap slap slapping the ground behind it as it gorges.

You think to yourself: *their earlier discomfort and distraction begins to ebb away, replaced with blooming sunset hues and a familiar warmth, a sense of togetherness - a little sigh - there is still that lingering concern... hurt?*.

Bizirik, the leothin pauses halfway in accepting the offering to belch rudely, tossing its head. It catches its breath, then chatters excitedly and re-opens its mouth, prepared to accept the rest.

You wrinkle your nose in distaste.

Without the crackling hieroglyph upon their head, it is shocking how little noise emanates from Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart beyond the regular schlapping and schnorfing of the leothin they are feeding, happy energy emanating from their mismatched gaze as they stare adoringly at the famished little beast.

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon thinks to herself: If it were up to Bizirik, she would be an orb. An orb of shrimps.

You have emoted: Gurashi creeps closer, shaking their head. "Bizi, you are so silly," They whisper, eventually making their way back to stand at Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart's side, beside them and Shulamit. "Thank you for feeding her. Hopes is not too muchly troubles."

Observing the floor, you say, "...I can mop, after."

Shulamit nods her head sagely at you.

You have emoted: Gurashi glances towards Shulamit and nods just once, their short tail wagging hurriedly behind them in understanding to something unspoken.

Halfway through tossing the leothin another pawful of shrimp, Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart offers you a brilliant smile and ensures, "It is no badness. I am very smiles, plays with Bizi."


Bizirik, the leothin tosses its head, missing many shrimp in the process and sending them flying in all directions, water and shell splashing its long face. At last it stops, turning to chase after some of the shrimp it sent flying, as if it were some disgusting game.

In a loud whisper towards the others, Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart says, "Will I need my two shrimps basket?"

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

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say, "Do not be deceived, but she already /ate/."

You nod your head sagely.

In broken common, Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart exclaims, "She is still hungry!"

Bizirik, the leothin throws a Look over its shoulder as it chomps and chews, snuffling in the sileni's direction. It nods once at Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart, then resumes snuffling after the shrimp that didn't make it into its mouth.

In the depths of the shifting fog, vast wings stir the sky with shifting patterns of nightmares. Darker shadows follow beyond, a flotilla of moths soaring through the billowing clouds.

You have emoted: Gurashi laughs, tail wagging again behind them. "O-K..." Again they add, "I will help mops. After."

You think to yourself: *a sense of adoration, settled within this little group, a sense of joy and comfort and togetherness - a great big sigh*.

Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart says to Bizirik, the leothin, "You give me hugs hand when want more, Bizi."

Shulamit slowly perks up, as though having been lost in thought.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Hmmm...mhm."

Bizirik, the leothin snuffles and licks along the floor, tail sweeping back and forth behind it before it returns to the trio, letting out a happy chirp.

Bizirik, the leothin leans on Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart seeking consolation.

Happily, you say to Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart, "She loves you so muchly."

(Veiled): Shulamit says, "Oh Beloved! I am here and am offering a Gift soon thingies! If you wish to join, I am at a special statue."

Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart says, "I am good Uncle? Like Missus Mine Niece Cheliyi?"

Bizirik, the leothin stares up at Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart, blank gaze nothing short of adoring, tail slap slap slapping the ground behind it again. At last, it sticks out a single secondary paw, heralding its desire for more shrimp.

(Veiled): Sulwh (from the Aetherways) says, "Of course."

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say to Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart, "You are the bestest."

Solemnly, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to Bizirik, the leothin, "Be good about the shrimps when others come."

You have emoted: Gurashi leans over, giving Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart's enormous arm a gentle squeeze with their hand.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say to Bizirik, the leothin, "Ah, yes. Perhaps we can eat more, later..."

Shulamit takes a deep breath as the crystal surface of her face softens and shifts in colour, a muted glow appearing within.

Distant chanting from elsewhere in the temple rises and falls in foreign syllables.

With all due reverence Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart nods at this and then proceeds to dig into their enchanted bag, reaching in to rummage for yet another basket of delicious, fresh shrimp. This time, however, they also produce an enormous, rimmed dish that they then pour the shrimp into and gesture towards Bizirik, the leothin. "Tadas! It is a Bizi plate!"

With sudden realization, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Oh...there is a timequake."

Shulamit murmurs softly to herself.

Hand on her check, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Perhaps we might have to wait, then."

In broken common, Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart exclaims, "Must eat very quiet for Missus Friend Shulamit. Be a good girl!"

(Veiled): Sulwh (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "I was distracted a moment."

Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart says to Shulamit, "I am smiles to wait, if needing to."

(Veiled): Shulamit says, "I have noticed the timequake, hmm...terrible timing of it. Very rude of time itself."
(Veiled): Sulwh (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "But perhaps right now is not the best time to attend."
(Veiled): Sulwh (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "I will drop off Liefenn though."
(Veiled): Shulamit says, "Perhaps in a bit, then. When the quake has calmed down."
(Veiled): Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart says, "Yes! Can all waitings together."

If a leothin could cry, Bizirik, the leothin would do so. But it sits there blankly and stares at the proffered dish, nostrils flaring open and closed. It bows its head, before dipping it entirely within the bowl of shrimp.

(Veiled): Sulwh (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "I have left Beloved Liefenn with the group. Will be back in a bit." <-- ???? :)

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to Bizirik, the leothin, "You have a reprieve, to be eating muchly."

(Veiled): Shulamit says, "Did you? I do not see Liefenn here."
(Veiled): Sulwh (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "She is outside."
(Veiled): Sulwh (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "She cannot follow in."
(Veiled): Shulamit says, "Ah."

Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart pats Bizirik, the leothin with an enormous paw as they sit happily, and silent.

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 Liefenn coming from an antechamber at the descent.
You make out the scent of Shulamit coming from a cliffside pavilion over a roiling abyss.

<-- Sulwh dropped of Liefenn
(Veiled): You say, "She should be able to teleport to us!"
(Veiled): Sulwh (from a temporal rift) says, "She is distracted."
(Veiled): Shulamit says, "Or...caress the door."
(Veiled): You say, "Oh! O-K."
(Veiled): You say, "That too! We will wait, and continue to have Bizi-times! While we wait. Please be safe!"
(Veiled): Shulamit says, "Yes yes."

Shulamit nods her head at you.

Shulamit reaches over to Bizirik, the leothin and itches her back.
Bizirik, the leothin stares blankly at Shulamit. After a moment its tail lifts once then thumps back against the ground with potential delight.

Bizirik, the leothin lets out a burp within the bowl, disturbing the seafood within, tail no longer wagging. It hasn't come up for air in a while by this point.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to Bizirik, the leothin, "P...please breath. You do need to breath, right?"

In broken common, Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart says, "She is very hungry."

Concerned, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to you, "Leothins need air, right?"

Acknowledging Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart's point to be true, Shulamit nods her head gravely at him.

Gently, you ask Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart, "How are you to-day? Know have been working very hard and is Bizi-times. Are doing O-K?"

Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart gives the leothin an especially hard pat, causing another belch and hiccough for air.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "She is like the very hungry caterpillars. Maybe she'll pupate into a beautiful uhm...bigger leothin."

Bizirik, the leothin's tail rises and slaps the ground behind it to placate all concerns.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say to Shulamit, "...I have seen her... be submerged in eatings for a while."

A look of understanding crossing her features, Shulamit nods her head slowly.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say to Shulamit, "I think her lungs are bigly. She swims a lot too - holds breath in the water loooooooong time."

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon thinks to herself: Leothins are confusing. Do all wish to become orbs?

Shulamit stares at you, tilts her head quizzically, rubs her chin thoughtfully, raises her eyebrow and says, "I see..."

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you whisper, "Repurposed."

Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart nods and smiles happily, chirping, "Am very smiles."

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon thinks to herself: Maybe they are all...gilled. But only gilled for shrimps.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you ask Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart, "Happy?"

You look at Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart hopefully.

You think to yourself: *slowly putting pieces together, understanding ... the hieroglyph is gone - their voice is different*.

You think to yourself: *they were learning to read, write Common...*.

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon thinks to herself: Hopefully Zagreus does not try and crash.

Mirroring the inflection, Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart says, "Happy?"

Shulamit takes a deep breath as the crystal surface of her face softens and shifts in colour, a muted glow appearing within.

You have emoted: Gurashi reaches up to touch the corners of their cheeks, grinning wide. "When you are very smiles - to be happy!"

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon thinks to herself: Mooooooths.

Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart nods slowly in understanding, pointing a long, golden claw towards themselves, "I am...happy!"

"Good!" Shulamit enthuses at Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart.

Bizirik, the leothin finally rises for air, sucking in a great gasp of air. It sits there, heaving several times, staring at Shulamit blankly.

You have emoted: Gurashi's face lights up. "Beloved Aschwar, you have been practicing your Commons a lot, haven't you?"

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to Bizirik, the leothin, "Had a good time, soon to pupate leothin?"

(Veiled): Liefenn says, "...mrgh?"
(Veiled): Shulamit says, "We are within the Temple proper, snoozing Liefenn. Do not worry, we are waiting for time to stop being rude and quaking around."

Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart says, "Am doing very happy at speaking Beloveds."

Golden shades radiate from your chest and your heart beats faster with newly-appeared determination.

Curiously, Liefenn Myeras says, "What's happening?"

LOOK LIEFENN
Somewhat short in height, this aspiring performer is big in presence in a way that defies the fact that she is an ordinary human. With pleasantly padded curves and a youthful glow, she all but vibrates with barely contained energy. Her curly, somewhat unruly golden hair has grown out to her shoulderblades, with a portion caught into a high bun on each side of her head. The wheat gold of her skin nearly matches her hair, liberally speckled over cheeks and shoulders with dark amber freckles. In bright contrast to the gilded hues, her thick-lashed eyes are the vivid blue of the desert sky, mischievous and full of laughter in repose. Her heart-shaped face is almost cherubic with a pointed chin, high cheekbones padded by baby fat, and a pert nose- an impression at odds with the impishness of the grin nearly always present on her rosebud lips. She moves with a dancer's grace, seemingly poised continually on the brink of motion even when standing still. A brilliant ivory light suffuses the air about her, pulsing occasionally with a sense of childlike joy.
Her hair is a sunny blonde in colour, possessed of a loose, natural curl that grants it both beauty and body. Her silken tresses cascade down her back, bouncing lightly at the slightest provocation.
She is wearing:
an off-shoulder, honey-gold cotton dress
an artsy multicoloured beaded necklace
a charm bracelet of prismatic crystal orchids
a drifting firefly stud of opaline hues through her left ear and right ear
a pair of thin spectacles.

(Veiled): Sulwh (from a temporal rift) says, "I took you there to be safe."

Liefenn Myeras says, "I was daydreaming, and POOF!"

Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart says, "Is what I call youse Commons, because me Commons are not same."

Liefenn holds out her hands.

Liefenn Myeras says, "Zoomed."

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to Liefenn, "Offering a Gift soon."

Shulamit nods her head sagely at Liefenn.

You have emoted: Gurashi wraps their arms around the tae'dae's arms, staring up adoringly. "You are doing so well! I understand!"

You beam broadly at Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart.

You give Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart a friendly squeeze.

You beam broadly at Liefenn.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say to Liefenn, "Hi! Beloved Liefenn!"

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Common of the Basin? Wait, do they also call where you're from the Basin..."

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon thinks to herself: Wonder if that is the name for all places, Basin.

Liefenn smiles at you, a little blearily.

Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart raises an enormous, furred paw towards Liefenn, chirping a cheerful, "Hello!"

With a nod, you say to Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart, "I think your Commons is VERY goodly, yes! Ah! Just like your writing!" They throw back their head and laugh, delighted. "This is wonderful!"

You beam broadly at Liefenn.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say to Liefenn, "Sorry that Beloved Sulwh had to drop you off so suddenly! Welcome, welcome!"

Shulamit hums a happy tune.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say to Liefenn, "But also - glad you are here? He will join us too, hopefully. More Beloved, mean."

Shulamit nods her head emphatically.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to you, "Well, I did send out a letter to Ixi, and Tona, and you, yes yes."

You have emoted: Gurashi finally moves away from the tae'dae and over to the leothin, patting its back as it sits there, sitting over the platter of shrimp while it catches its breath, still. "You have to slow downs, so can savors, yes. Bestest shrimps. Remember to be-have when is Time, O-K. And say thank you to Beloved Aschwar."

Liefenn nods and smiles, rubbing an eye. "Okay okay!" she says agreeably. "Apologies if I am a little sleepy, though."

You nod your head at Shulamit.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say, "I made sure to mention it over the Order Aethers a few times? And, told Beloved Naralis and made sure Tonatiuh was coming..."

Liefenn nudges Bizirik, the leothin suggestively.
<-- she tried to  feed Bizi but retriever rules
Liefenn stares blankly into space.

You give a horrified gasp.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say to Liefenn, "You have to WIELD it."

Liefenn begins to wield a creamy bowl of coconut milk, shrimp, and lemongrass soup in her left hand.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say to Liefenn, "And ...throw it to her."

Liefenn Myeras asks, "Throw soup?"

In broken common, Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart says, "Is good trick."

Certainly, you say to Liefenn, "I believe in you."

Liefenn Myeras says, "It's gonna get SO messy."

Liefenn ponders the situation.

Liefenn Myeras says, "Okay."

Bizirik, the leothin awaits the soup with an open mouth.

Liefenn Myeras says, "Here we go."

Liefenn tosses a creamy bowl of coconut milk, shrimp, and lemongrass soup to Bizirik, the leothin, and she catches it nimbly.

Liefenn claps her hands together merrily.

Bizirik, the leothin skillfully catches the bowl between its secondary paws as the insides slosh out of one side, then right back into the bowl, not a single drop spilled - a miraculous feat indeed.

Bizirik, the leothin proceeds to stick its entire face in the bowl.

Liefenn Myeras says to Bizirik, the leothin, "Oh, well done, Bizi!"

You think to yourself: ...ah! Shiny favors - Urchins favors is shiny.

Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart claps their paws together and emphasises, "A very good trick."

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say to Bizirik, the leothin, "You were praised."

Bizirik, the leothin lets out a massive belch into the air.

Bizirik, the leothin grins, soup dripping from its mouth, the shrimp all mysteriously now missing from the bowl. IT goes back to the first platter, tail swaying wildly in the air behind it.

Inky calligraphy blooms in midair, rapidly growing into the figure of Tonatiuh.

Scents of wine and resin mix, and the sounds of exertion and passion briefly reach you.

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

LOOK TONATIUH
Sublimely dark, his indigo-black skin shines with the sultry iridescence of black pearls, stygian rosettes blossoming upon the inky surface. His features are chiseled perfection with a marked slant towards aslaran heritage; sharp jaw, high cheekbones inset with crushed Iklaran diamonds like a scattering of scintillating freckles, and a broad flat nose above lips generously dusted with powdered gold. His eyes draw immediate attention, a double pupil on each side, bewitching with honey sapphire transluscence and flashing reflections at each graceful turn of his head. Tall and lithe with long limbs and narrow hips, he bears a dancer's supple body and moves with languid, casual motions as if each step and gesture was part of an exotic performance. Twinned ebony horns rubbed with golden dust spiral out on each side of his head, twisting with mirrored perfection. He is a fiendish viscanti selcouth demigod, with a chain of flames and fire blossom stippling his long, sinuous tail. A chaos butterfly is resting on his shoulder. Tattooed on his chest is an illustration of a halcyon sun orbited by twin black stars. A brilliant ivory light suffuses the air about him, pulsing occasionally with a sense of childlike joy.
The evocative dance of fire is brought to reality in his eye-catching mane, each tendril of hair converging in a conflagrant profusion of red-gold that forms a feverish crown around his head. Yellow and black rule the wild terminus of each and every hair and tiny, ember-shaped rubies trickle from some of these completing the illusion.
He is wearing:
a shifting, living poppy of violet petals between his twinned ebony horns
a tattered ebon stole woven with half-decayed poppies on the verge of slipping from both shoulders
a golden lattice armband encasing each bicep
a sensuous hieroglyphic body chain in flame-kissed gold accenting the long contours of his body
a crimson silk rope belt hung with golden bells over a stygian snakeskin loincloth
thick bangle bracelets of hollow gold adorning both wrists and ankles
a chain of flames and fire blossoms adorning his sinuous tail, leaving a trail of sparks and smoke
a bright red poppy.

Tonatiuh murmurs softly to himself.

You think to yourself: *ignore the distant noises - is more Beloved!*.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you exclaim, "Beloved Tonatiuh!"

Sultan Tonatiuh al-Saaoud, Oracle Thousandfold says, "Hello everyone."

In broken common, Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart exclaims, "Hello! I am happy!"

Shulamit raises her hand in greeting to Tonatiuh and says "Hi!"

Shulamit hums a happy tune.

Liefenn flashes Tonatiuh a joyous smile.

You have emoted: Gurashi rushes over towards Tonatiuh, joyfully rushing up to, then flitting about the viscanti. "How are you!" They ask, twirling in place.

You think to yourself: *happy - bright colors bloom - happy*.

Tonatiuh's gold-dusted lips rise in a genuine smile, though, oddly, his eyes with their double pupils don't quite reach the same level of delight.

Tonatiuh murmurs, "Busy, busy.. but that is Sultan life no?"

You think to yourself: *relief, to be here no matter the occasion, together*.

You have emoted: Gurashi stops their rushing about, hooves skidding on the ground. "Ah, yeah! Being in charge must be hard. Be sure to get plenty of rest and eat enoughs."

Very solemnly, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to Tonatiuh, "Should have left that doom on Ixi."

You look at Tonatiuh, expression filled with concern as you frown.

Tonatiuh inhales deeply of the drifting scents, the small movement shifting chains and bangles in a sultry clang of golden jewellery.

Sultan Tonatiuh al-Saaoud, Oracle Thousandfold says to Shulamit, "Then nothing would get done."

You have emoted: Gurashi puffs out their cheeks at this, looking away from Tonatiuh back to Shulamit curiously.

Thoughtfully, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Although, since you are the Oracle, I suppose you know what's best for the futures."

You think to yourself: Must be a Gaudiguchs thing...

You tilt your head and listen intently to Shulamit.

You tilt your head and listen intently to Tonatiuh.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say, "... oh - that is a goodly point. Oracles are goodly, at that - think."

Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart sits and happily sways in place as they pat Bizirik through her chomping feast.

A strange twinned pulse drums faintly from Tonatiuh's chest, the skin rippling like a mirage. "Ahhh.. sometimes yes, sometimes no. The visions are fickle and somtimes lead astray."

A look of understanding crossing her features, Shulamit nods her head slowly.

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon thinks to herself: I am not good at the futuring.

Bizirik, the leothin doesn't react to the newest arrival, head bowed into the platter offered to it by Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart, snuffling and chirping and letting out the smallest of happy sounds.

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon thinks to herself: I walk the steps in front of my feet.

You gaze softens as you smile.

You have emoted: Gurashi folds their arms over a vibrant mandolin of songbirds and stars, holding the instrument close to their chest.

Thoughtfully, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "I think the quaking is still happening."

Shulamit nods her head sagely.

<-- saw date was Shanthin
Timequake in the Age of Desolation for 32 minutes.
A void-black rift is located in the Sea of Despair.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say, "A whole halfs of a day."

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

Sultan Tonatiuh al-Saaoud, Oracle Thousandfold says, "Another half day or so."

Shulamit rubs her chin thoughtfully, raises her eyebrow and says, "I see..."

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say, "It is almost Cheliyi's birthday!"

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

You have emoted: Gurashi looks down, tail wagging furiously as they pull out a notepad and write something down within it.

'Oh?' Shulamit exclaims quizzically at you.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "I will focus and meditate then, for a bit."

Shulamit settles to the ground in a cross-legged position, inhaling deeply. As she brings her hands up to rest open-palmed at either side, she exhales, all tension leaving her body.

You have emoted: Gurashi glances over towards Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart as the tae'dae dotes on the leothin, smiling before closing the notepad. "Yeah, I will make her a cakes after, after... later..." Their attention drifts to the nearby statue, then back towards the group, letting out a little huff and smiling.

You face lights up as you smile brightly at Shulamit.

You nod your head emphatically.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say, "O-K."

Scents of wine and resin mix, and the sounds of exertion and passion briefly reach you. <-- happened like 2 more times LOL

Tonatiuh's gaze lingers over Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart, the tall viscanti silent.

You glance askance.

You hum softly to yourself.

Tonatiuh snorts and snuffles at the air through a keen leonine nose.

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon thinks to herself: Hum diddly hum diddly hum calm.

Radiant energy, left from the joining of twelve Vernal memories, suffuses reality as Ophiuchus, the Vindicator is formed upon the Astral Plane to strike down the Beast of a Thousand Fates.

"Uhh..." stalls Shulamit.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say, "...fascinating!"

Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart silently kicks their feet back and forth as they happily pet Bizirik through her meal.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Never saw that before. Scary."

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say, "The astral places is always so interesting."

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you ask, "Oh - really?"

Shulamit acknowledges the point with a grave nod of her head.

You have emoted: Gurashi turns towards Shulamit, offering a reassuring smile. "Do not be a-feared! It is a normal thing, sort of! The Vindicator is, our Friend?"

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Strong title Mr. Vindicator has."

Shulamit nods solemnly.

You have emoted: Gurashi proceeds to strike a pose, as if they were raising an imaginary sword and fending off some incredible beast. "The Beast makes astral so scary! So much scarier!"

Bizirik, the leothin lets out a massive belch into the air.

Bizirik, the leothin chirps happily at Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart.

As she nods slowly in your direction, you realize Shulamit understands.

Shulamit rubs her chin thoughtfully, raises her eyebrow and says, "I see..."

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon thinks to herself: Never saw a beast, but okily dokily.

You have emoted: Gurashi smiles and stands up straight again. "So, it is something that happens. Do not be afeared. We are O-K."

Pale gold in hue, the wreath about your brow shimmers in a steady pattern, like unto a heartbeat in its gentle pulsation, crowning you in a flickering halo before settling still once more.

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon thinks to herself: Well, I trust Gurashi though so okies.

You beam broadly at Shulamit.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say, "Mostly is only problems, if are up on the Astral places..."

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to you, "Oh, did I mention I won a beard curio thingy?"

A flare of light explodes in your mind's eye as the Crystal Crown of Subtlety goes into play.

Thoughtfully, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Gave that as a gift too."

Shulamit nods solemnly.

Sultan Tonatiuh al-Saaoud, Oracle Thousandfold thinks to himself: -- the susurrations of dry parchment tearing.. the rip of fabric as it tears in two --.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "But a small gift, not a Gift Gift."

Shulamit nods her head sagely.

You have emoted: Gurashi reaches up, rubbing at their face. "That is a goodly gift. You are good."

You gaze softens as you smile at Shulamit.

Shulamit hums a happy tune.

You have emoted: Gurashi's tail wags behind them, blurring orange and white. "Do know what are gonna makes with it? The giftee?"

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to you, "Yes yes."

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to you, "They said it will be a thingy. Uhm."

Shulamit seems at a loss for words for a bit.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "A...thingy."

Shulamit acknowledges the point with a grave nod of her head.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you whisper, "Thingy - most excellent."

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Oh! A beard of feathers."

Shulamit nods her head sagely.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Red, like a red breasted goosie."

You stare at Shulamit, eyes wide.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say, "...that is amazing! Wowee!"

Shulamit nods her head sagely.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Very good and strong."

In broken common, Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart exclaims, "Rooster!"

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon thinks to herself: I thought about making myself...

Shulamit ponders the situation.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart, "Similar but not quite."

Bizirik, the leothin finally finishes eating the platter, sitting upright, swaying a little. It shakes out its head, then very, very laboriously moves to lay down. But it gives up halfway, sitting there, looking awkward and hunched.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say, "Oh! Roosters can have red bellies."

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart, "The red breasted goose does not crow like a rooster, they...honk."

Sultan Tonatiuh al-Saaoud, Oracle Thousandfold thinks to himself: -- the slow dissection by a blade as it slices into the heart -- is there another way?

A selcouth sand djinn begins to slowly rotate his floating form, taking stock of the surroundings without having to move his head an inch.

Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart reaches out tenderly and rubs a paw alongside Bizirik, the leothin's back, making gentle cooing noises to help soothe the poor beast.

Tonatiuh rests his chin on the tip of an indigo oracle staff bearing hieroglyphic suns in thoughtful contemplation.

In broken common, clearly confused as they imitate the noise, Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart says to Shulamit, "Honk?"

Bizirik, the leothin opens its jaws, tongue lolling out of its mouth. It closes its jaws again, then huffs softly, burping, finally managing to lay down. It snuffles softly, tail slapping the ground behind it as it is pet.

Your shoulders bunch as you let out a short giggle.

Shulamit holds both hands up, quickly fashioning what appears to be a weird hand shape in front of herself. After a moment, she starts to glow in only her hands, causing an odd backlight against the nearby walls to appear similar to a goose head. "Honk!"

You have emoted: Gurashi glances towards Tonatiuh briefly, then back towards Shulamit. At the shadowy goose puppet, they let out a little squawk, hands flying to their mouth in surprise. "Oh!"

Crushed Iklaran diamonds flash across Tonatiuh's cheeks as he grins at Shulamit.

Shulamit makes the backlit goose head honk a few more times before dropping her hands.

Shulamit nods her head sagely.

You think to yourself: *a start! such a convincing honk, thought was Nemesis! or worse - the ducky from astral...*.

Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart laughs brightly at this, nodding their head. Very serious a few moments later they quietly inform Shulamit, "I do not thinking roosters honk."

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

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart, "They do not! Hence Silvanos is not making a rooster, but a goose."

Very helpfully, Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart exclaims, "Rooster!!"

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon thinks to herself: Hence is not a common word. Use...tiny word?

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Silvanos goose. Silvanos honks. Beard goose. Beard helps honks."

Shulamit nods her head sagely.

Muffled laughter rings out in far galleries, echoing weirdly off the stone.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say, "Gooses honks!"

Shulamit nods her head sagely.

You have emoted: "And roosters..." Gurashi suddenly does their best impression of a rooster's morning cry, an awkward "Erkadoodleooooo!"

You cough softly.

Tonatiuh's eyes sparkle with amusement at you.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say, "Definitely... not a honk."

You cough softly.

Shulamit gives you a concerned look.

Shulamit pats you in a friendly manner.

Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart stares blankly at you. A moment later, the leothin's head at their side pokes up, looking at you with equal parts concern and confusion plastered on her face.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say to Bizirik, the leothin, "Do not worry, am not dying."

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Roosters crow, goose honk, lucidians...glow."

Shulamit throws both arms above her head, glowing a soothing alabaster colour.

You bunch your shoulders as you giggle softly at Shulamit.

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon thinks to herself: If there are alternate timelines, like where Beloved Priest is from, maybe their timeline doesn't have lucidians. Ooer...what would the me be that's being me there then?

Bizirik, the leothin lets out a massive belch into the air.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you ask Bizirik, the leothin, "You are going to be stinky all months, aren't you. Ah - are happy?"

Bizirik, the leothin chirps happily.

Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart beams broadly.

Shulamit hums a happy tune.

A strange twinned pulse drums faintly from Tonatiuh's chest, the skin rippling like a dark mirage of oilslick blackness.

Adoringly, you say to Bizirik, the leothin, "Stinky Bizi is worth putting ups if are happy belly Bizi."

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon thinks to herself: Go away, timequake.

Acknowledging your point to be true, Shulamit nods her head gravely at you.

You have emoted: Gurashi sniffs, glancing at Shulamit, tail slowing in its wagging as they nod back.

Bizirik, the leothin leans on Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart seeking consolation.

You close your eyes and inhale deeply, absorbing the scent of your surroundings.

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

You see the following people here:
Tonatiuh, Liefenn, Shulamit, Gurashi.

Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart happily shifts Bizirik to lie across their legs as they sit and look on happily, watching Shulamit with a small smile.

Timequake in the Age of Desolation for 13 minutes.
A void-black rift is located in the Sea of Despair.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say, "...is O-K, if play musics? Little, quiet," They pinch their fingers, "Just until the quakes ends, perhaps."

You huff, puffing your cheeks.

You brandish a vibrant mandolin of songbirds and stars menacingly.

Cheerfully, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to you, "That would be lovely."

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Although perhaps not violently."

Shulamit acknowledges the point with a grave nod of her head.

You give a horrified gasp.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say, "Oh! Never."

You huff, puffing your cheeks.

In the depths of the shifting fog, vast wings stir the sky with shifting patterns of nightmares. Darker shadows follow beyond, a flotilla of moths soaring through the billowing clouds.

Sultan Tonatiuh al-Saaoud, Oracle Thousandfold thinks to himself: What if they are wrong.... what if -They- are wrong.. -- rasping claws sliding across flesh, ripping --.

A look of understanding crossing her features, Shulamit nods her head slowly.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks down at themselves, then at Shulamit. "S'me."

Shulamit scratches her head in confusion, the sound reminiscent of tinkling wind chimes.

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon thinks to herself: Well, the...menace.

Shulamit hums a happy tune.

Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart carefully rests their sword on their lap near Bizirik's back, extending their other paw out to support them leaning back to better enjoy the oncoming music.

You have emoted: Gurashi glances towards Tonatiuh, their tail wagging pausing, twitching, starting again. They start to say something, then look back at Shulamit, seeming to make a decision: deftly their six-fingered hands find the strings of their mandolin, beginning to play a light, sweeping melody, familiar somehow.

Shulamit tilts her head and listens, eyes swirling with faint stars.

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon thinks to herself: S...since when did Gurashi get that many fingalings.

Bizirik, the leothin stretches out a leggy, nuzzling closer to the Ebongold Heart, snuffling as it attempts to doze off its great meal.

Tonatiuh exhales a long breath as he watches the small sileni, a roll of the shoulders shifts the golden jewellery he wears with the decadent sound of solid gold.

You think to yourself: *little ripples of pastel color, blooming into sunset hues - the alien melody the Resin Child sang filtering through their head, like the sileni Song they hear now, a beautiful harmony and they are but another string to sing it - She is wrong. Love is good, when is good. Is most powerful things in whole wide world*.

You close your eyes and take a deep, steadying breath before unabashedly crooning a soulful melody to no one in particular.

Shulamit slowly breathes in and out, blocking everything out except the sound of music.

You have emoted: Gurashi continues to pluck away at their instrument, glancing off thoughtfully, too seeming unbothered by the interruptions as they play. Eventually their gaze settles upon a statue of Ashtariel of a Thousand Hues, their mouth shutting, music falling solely back to the mandolin as the tune - though still quite sweet - turns a touch melancholic. Still hopeful, but softer now, slower.

Timequake in the Age of Desolation for 3 minutes.
A void-black rift is located in the Sea of Despair.

A shifting, living poppy of indigo petals displays a myriad of brilliant colours before its petals explode with a bright flash coalescing into the shade of scarlet blood in the blink of an eye.

Bizirik, the leothin snuffles softly, tufted ears twitching and flicking as the sileni plays. It cracks open an eye at the many moths overhead, nostrils flaring before it settles back to dozing.

Shulamit hums along quietly to the music, shifting in a dizzing array of colours as you plays.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks towards Shulamit, smiling. Still playing they idly twirl their way towards the lucidian, dancing in a slow circle around her as they do so, the melody brightening again, ever-familiar.

Tonatiuh's gaze follows your to the statue of Ashtariel. The tall viscanti leans on his oracle staff, delicately tapping its glyphs to the music as a helical scatter of copper fireflies circles around the staff's tip.

The existence of Eritheyl briefly winks out as they are caught in a temporal timequake.
You see the death occur at gnashing devastation.
The existence of Huskii briefly winks out as they are caught in a temporal timequake.
You see the death occur at soulless lookout.
The existence of Afrit briefly winks out as they are caught in a temporal timequake.
You see the death occur at where blood and water flows. <-- bunch more domoth deaths followed

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "O...oh."

Shulamit seems to look towards the side for a moment, pondering something felt along distant chords.

Sultan Tonatiuh al-Saaoud, Oracle Thousandfold says, "Imagine Sulwh should be on his way then?"

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 colorful hues continue to bloom within them, warm and inviting - distant combat seems like an echo away - here, this moment is so precious... in Love, go in Love ...*.

With a soft sigh, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Perhaps. I wonder if Ixi is. I think he is asleep."

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say, "We best ask - it sounds..."

Shulamit takes a deep breath as the crystal surface of her face softens and shifts in colour, a muted glow appearing within.

You have emoted: Gurashi slows in their playing as the distant quake comes to a close, though they do not stop, staring off wondrously.

Sultan Tonatiuh al-Saaoud, Oracle Thousandfold says to Shulamit, "Is he not responding?"

Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart looks around and tilts their head to the side, looking between the gathered Beloved with a patient, quiet smile.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "He is not awake within the realms."

Sultan Tonatiuh al-Saaoud, Oracle Thousandfold says, "Ixchilgal? He is."

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "At least...according to star."

Shulamit peers around herself unscrupulously, glowing a suspicious shade of slate grey.

Shulamit peers at a splintered star with narrowed eyes, glowing a suspicious shade of slate grey.

"Tsk, tsk," Shulamit says to a splintered star as she waggles a finger at it.

(Veiled): Shulamit says, "With the time quake past, shall we start now, Beloved?"

You have emoted: Gurashi catches Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart's look, lifting a hand to wave excitedly at them before looking back at Tonatiuh and Shulamit, tail a blur once more as look up between either of their fellow Beloved eagerly.

You give a vibrant mandolin of songbirds and stars a friendly squeeze.

(Veiled): Tonatiuh says, "We should, yes."
(Veiled): Tonatiuh says, "Sulwh?"

Shulamit jerks slightly as the air fills with sparkling motes of bright light.
You sense Ixchilgal pulling on the strands of aether surrounding Shulamit.

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

Shulamit nods her head sagely.

You see the following people here:
Ixchilgal, Tonatiuh, Liefenn, Shulamit, Gurashi.

LOOK IXCHILGAL
He is a puttering gnome demigod changeling and is over seven feet tall, towering over most everyone around him.  Solidly built, copper scales cover the entirety of his body.  The scales are a dark copper over most of his body, but lighten in hue and reflectiveness along his throat and down his chest.  Situated wide apart, his eyes are nearly on the sides of his head, with large boney ridges arcing over them.  His left eye is sealed shut, a verticle scar running across it.  His snout is relatively short, but features a series of small, pointed teeth, and a forked tongue.  Behind him stretches an impressively long tail, easily as long as he is tall, while strong arms bear wicked looking claws. A chaos butterfly is resting on his shoulder. A brilliant ivory light suffuses the air about him, pulsing occasionally with a sense of childlike joy.
His hair has been cut short nearly to the point of being shaved. Curiously, it is striped in seven distinct colours, ranging from red to violet and all colours of the rainbow in between, creating a whimsical array of hue.
Naught but a nautical knot, his scraggly red beard has seen far better days and is well beyond saving with a mere trim or untangling. Crystallised sea salt weighs down the frizzy strands, aiding in some semblance of a style while the rest curls back wildly about his shoulders.
He is wearing:
an elemental crown
a shifting, living poppy of amber petals
a decadent gold-bronze gown bedecked in ruffles and gearwork
mechanical lace gloves
the Golden Belt of the Enlightened.

Dethroned Ixchilgal Mes'ard, Lord of Noodles says, "What's up?"

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to Ixchilgal, "My scrying star said you were asleep, you sneaky Devil."

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say, "Good afternoon, Beloved Ixchilgal."

Ixchilgal doffs an elemental crown cordially.

Shulamit removes a frothy silk stole sprinkled with crystallised sugar.
A strange sadness overcomes Shulamit's countenance as she draws a frothy silk stole from her shoulders.

You think to yourself: *another thrum, their earlier train of thought disrupted by bright white and pink - ah! so many bright shinies*.

Shulamit ponders for a moment and says "Hrm..."

Slowly, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Probably should wait for Sulwh. Would be rude otherwise."

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "But! Not...too longly."

Shulamit nods her head sagely.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say, "He was... in Gaudiguchs."

Ixchilgal ponders the situation.

Shulamit tilts her head and listens intently to Ixchilgal.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say, "At the Flame!"

(Veiled): Shulamit says, "Sulwh, will you be joining us?"

You face lights up as you smile brightly at Liefenn.

Dethroned Ixchilgal Mes'ard, Lord of Noodles says, "In aetherways now, he might not be able to hear you."

Ixchilgal closes his eyes for a moment as he tilts his head back.

(Veiled): Ixchilgal says, "Sulwh, will you be joining us?"

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "I always thought the divine realms were both extremely close and very far away."

Shulamit nods her head sagely.

Sultan Tonatiuh al-Saaoud, Oracle Thousandfold says, "I believe he is on his way."

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you ask Shulamit, "Oh...?"

You gaze softens as you smile.

Dethroned Ixchilgal Mes'ard, Lord of Noodles says, "Not sure, honestly...but omniscience will reach him regardless, so we asked."

You have emoted: Gurashi stops their playing, quirking their mouth to the side. "He is moving, regardless."

Tonatiuh inhales deeply, the small movement shifting chains and bangles in a sultry clang of golden jewellery.

A look of understanding crossing her features, Shulamit nods her head slowly.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say, "Is coming."

You eyes light up as you smile.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say, "I have... a sneaky mirror."

Shulamit hums softly, gathering inner light as she watches Sulwh sneak inside.

Bizirik, the leothin glances up at last, snuffling, rolling with a groan and great effort off of Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart's leggies and onto its side.

<-- Sulwh joins!
LOOK SULWH
Standing at a little over six and a half feet tall, the dracnari's svelte and toned body hints at an active lifestyle. Opalescent scales cover his form, the pastel rainbow gradient shimmering to impart a distinct mother-of-pearl iridescence. Faintly glowing figures, disappearing before fully taking shape, dance within the shadows beneath a pair of folded-down membranous wings, which trail behind him like a cloak of pearl gossamer silk. Hooded hazel eyes twinkle with warmth from behind a short draconian snout, their gentleness subtly softening the ferocity of twin alabaster horns that extend from his temples. Ringed with tawny and ochre accents and covered by an intricate spiderweb of faint silver and gold veins, they thrust straight upwards, curving slightly to end at pointed tips. A long, serpentine tail and a confident, sure-footed gait are proof that he is a fierce rapscallion dracnari incendiary demigod, who exudes a spirited and gallant charm. His fingers end in sharp talons that catch the eye with their vibrancy, soft cerulean blue accentuated by meandering bands of calming cyan, snowy white, and sandy brown to lend them a striking similarity to blue lace agate. A chaos butterfly is resting on his shoulder. Soothing mists of water and light weave about him in a sparkling white veil, marking the truefavour of Lantra, the Empyreal. A brilliant ivory light suffuses the air about him, pulsing occasionally with a sense of childlike joy.
Atop his head, two brilliantly alabaster horns thrust straight upwards, curving only slightly at the tips. So smooth are their exteriors that they resemble marble more than bone, their bright white complexions marred only by incredibly faint veins of silver and gold.
He is wearing:
an entrancing red velvet suit trimmed with blush cream silk and pearl buttons, the top two undone
a pair of munching rockeater cufflinks threaded through the outermost sleeve buttonholes
a blackwood-encased pocket watch around his left wrist
a shimmering wisteria earring through his left ear, dancing merrily every time his head turns
a ruby butterfly necklace flecked with gold, barely peeking over the top of his white dress shirt
blood-spattered cayenne incense beads
fashionable white leather gloves, immaculately clean
polished brown patent dress shoes, buffed to a mirror shine
the Feathered Diadem of Elusive Beauty.

You face lights up as you smile brightly at Sulwh.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "S...so!"

Sultan Tonatiuh al-Saaoud, Oracle Thousandfold says, "What a crowd, it's been some time since so many of the Beloved found themselves in the same spot."

Gently, you whisper, "Thanks for coming."

Tonatiuh urges Shulamit onwards.

Ixchilgal bows respectfully to Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart.

Dethroned Ixchilgal Mes'ard, Lord of Noodles says to Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart, "Beloved Liar."

Liefenn tilts her head and listens intently.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Oh Beloved! Oh Most Shiniest and Scintillating Above All! Hare Mysrai! I come before You with something I thought You might like! Gurashi noticed it, but knew it might be expensive to save from people like Zagreus who want to gribbly all the items."

You close your eyes and inhale deeply, absorbing the scent of your surroundings.

Shulamit breathes deeply, grumbling something about people too wealthy for their own sakes but immediately soothes herself by glowing a pale ivory colour. She instead focuses on everyone around herself.

Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart beams at Ixchilgal and offers, "Beloved Devil!"

You have emoted: Gurashi turns their attention to Shulamit, moving to stand beside her, tucking their mandolin behind their back.

Liefenn Myeras thinks to herself: What shall I be titled someday, I wonder?

A brilliant light suffuses the area, flowing through the air about you before solidifying into the form of Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory, floating upside down in midair.

Shulamit gently caresses a sketchpad of sugar and spice, murmuring softly.

You have emoted: Gurashi's short tail twitches behind them.

Shulamit curtseys gracefully.

Sulwh inclines his head politely to those around him.

Lips curling up at the corners, Mysrai's mouth twists into a decidedly feral grin.

To the floating Divine, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "We are here before the statue to Her because it is a sketch of Her in Her Gloriousness! And, and...we thought You would want that. We talked about it yes yes."

Liefenn curtseys gracefully before Mysrai.

You think to yourself: *a little ripple at the stolen thought - titled...*.

LOOK MYSRAI / URCHIN
Whether it is the brilliant ivory glow that surrounds Her or the way that reality itself seems to grow more impressive in Her presence, it is painfully obvious upon looking at this slender young girl that She is a radiant immortal. An expressive, narrow face is quick to fall into solemnity without the aid of distraction or wonder to occupy Her, the blank expression out of sorts with the dirt smudged across Her cheeks and neck. Copper-hued hieroglyphs crackle with Divine energy up and down Her thin arms where they are visible. The twisting of reality about Her manifests especially beneath Her bare, sand-covered toes, and whirls across the massive, tangled masses of black hair that surround Her bony shoulders. A multitude of ivory poppies unfold amidst the tumbleweed of Her ebon hair, shedding showers of petals about Her as She goes. Through all the shine and glow that surrounds Her slight form, Her eyes are cold, fathomless pits of black in which starfields shift through inexorable, unfathomable patterns.
She is wearing:
a swirling crown of saffron hieroglyphs that is easily visible in the pink about Her;
a three-layered tunic of bright ivory that hangs in a frumpled mess about Her wafish form;
a bunched pair of deep grey trousers that have several bands of twine tied about Her calves
a hooded coat of striking rainbow hues draped over Her shoulders to billow behind Her.

Sulwh bows respectfully to Mysrai.

Shulamit looks up at the statue of Ashtariel, before looking down at her small sketchpad.

Tonatiuh lowers his head in a deep bow to Mysrai, Flame-kissed points of light scatter in all directions from his wild mane like wayward fireflies.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "I know...I'd want a sketch of Pesupesu, and he was dear to me! And still is dear to me. He is gone, but never forgotten! So...as She is not our Beloved but Yours...we felt it only proper for You to have such a shiny! Well, the paper is not shiny, but..."

These faithful of the Divine Order of Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory are online:
Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon
Caliph Sulwh (Outer Circle)
Liefenn Myeras (Outer Circle)
Gurashi, The Heart's Friend
Dethroned Ixchilgal Mes'ard, Lord of Noodles
Sultan Tonatiuh al-Saaoud, Oracle Thousandfold
There are 6 mortals in your Circle (and below) on this Plane and 0 on other Planes.

Shulamit trails off, looking confused about paper and paper products.

You gaze softens as you smile at Shulamit.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "But yes yes! It is Yours! For She is Yours and You are Hers, no matter time and space apart. So we give You a tiny, infinitesimally small scrap, for it is what we as mortals can give. Like an ant offering a human a grain of sugar."

Mysrai bursts into a fit of giggles, ending with an abrupt and surprising snort.

You think to yourself: *a ripple of support, a thrum of saffron*.

To the petite Divine, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "It's...not much, but! A thought of faint hymns."

Shulamit gives a sketch of Ashtariel, the Thousand-Hued to Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory.

The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across Sulwh's lips as he glances at Shulamit.

You have emoted: Gurashi watches Shulamit, their hands wringing together.

You nod your head emphatically.

Shulamit breathes in deeply, glowing an interesting shade of something between ivory and perhaps faint pink.

Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart floats in midair, the sketch of Ashtariel floating above the palms of Her hands. Her smile wanes as She looks upon the sketch, looking solemn far too quickly.

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon thinks to herself: It is such a small thing to a Divine, but! I hope.

Mysrai floats in midair, the sketch of Ashtariel floating above the palms of Her hands. Her smile wanes as She looks upon the sketch, looking solemn far too quickly.

Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart obviously did not do that.

You close your eyes and inhale deeply, absorbing the scent of your surroundings.

Ixchilgal saw nothing.

You have emoted: Gurashi definitely saw nothing, gazing upon Mysrai, their starry eyes shiny.

A strange twinned pulse drums faintly from Tonatiuh's chest, the skin rippling like a dark mirage of oilslick blackness.

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon thinks to herself: A short thing for a small gift, but a big Gift.

You close your eyes and inhale deeply, absorbing the scent of your surroundings.

Mysrai's voice is soft and kind, more tender than perhaps you have ever heard the Urchin before as She looks up to address Her Beacon. "You offer to Me what you may, with intent greater than any mortal could ever hope to portray. Truly, I am blessed, My Beacon."

You have emoted: Gurashi looks towards Shulamit, smiling weakly.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "The only one, for Her One and Only."

You think to yourself: *a little ache, a sense of relief - They liked it...*.

Shulamit nods her head emphatically.

You nod your head emphatically.

Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart softly hugs a sketch of Ashtariel to Her chest, closing Her eyes briefly to savour some hidden memory.

You think to yourself: *an apologetic thrum, for making it so e x p e n s i v e*.

Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart did not do that either.

Ixchilgal still saw nothing.

Mysrai softly hugs a sketch of Ashtariel to Her chest, closing Her eyes briefly to savour some hidden memory.

You have emoted: Gurashi's eyes water further, and they quirk their mouth to the side, watching the exchange, tail oddly still behind them.

Golden shades radiate from your chest and your heart beats faster with newly-appeared determination.

Pink light thrums throughout the Shifting City, and you feel your heart swell in accordance with a Love greater than you could ever hope to know as you briefly glimpse the eldritch mind of the Thousandfold.

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon thinks to herself: Maybe I can find a Pesupesu sketch one day- ooo pretty.

Liefenn smiles softly, eyes bright.

Shulamit starts to hum softly, colours shifting through a rainbow of softened hues.

You have emoted: Gurashi lets out a little sound, shoulders bunching at the sudden swell of emotion, left hand rising to their heart.

You think to yourself: * in L o v e *.

Shulamit settles on a soft pink colour, close but not quite able to match the light surrounding herself.

Caliph Sulwh thinks to himself: Truly a Gift.

Slowly your senses return to the normal blurred perception of reality, lacking the clarity that Mysrai's mind provided as to the particular importance of this moment in time. She releases Her arms and the sketch has vanished, Her smile soft and Her eyes swimming with ecstatic constellations. "You have claimed this thing from the world, and brought it to Me, where it belongs. Whatever copies you may have you keep with My blessing, Beacon Mine."

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Oh! I made no copies. For it was meant to be for You and only You."

Tonatiuh's chest swells, shifting golden chains and the exotic hieroglyphic sun hanging in the center.

Sultan Tonatiuh al-Saaoud, Oracle Thousandfold thinks to himself: Oh.. but I do know...

You nod your head emphatically.

You face lights up as you smile brightly at Shulamit.
You face lights up as you smile brightly at Mysrai.

Mysrai reaches out to tenderly cup Shulamit's cheek in Her hand.

Cheerfully, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Even if that upset...one person. They will survive. He has a slightly different copy."

Shulamit hums a happy tune.

You nod your head emphatically.

Shulamit appears to puff up slightly as her entire body glows a cheerful shade of citrine yellow.

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon thinks to herself: Touch!

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon thinks to herself: And he still *does* have a copy. But he must collect all things forever. Cause he is...himself...*trails off in mental mumbles about things before snapping back* Touch!

Shulamit hums a happy tune.

You have emoted: Gurashi swallows hard, watching Mysrai reach out, taking a hesitant step back to give the two space.

Her voice tender and thrumming with power, Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory says, "Once again, you shine above all mortal probability. Would that Xyl and Trillillial were alive to see what you are capable of, My sweet..."

Shulamit flits about happily.

You look at Shulamit hopefully.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "They live on! In some way. Not the best way. Perhaps a me that is not a me is a good me elsewhere, as...someone else."

Shulamit seems to lose the trail of thought suddenly.

You think to yourself: *quiet rippling emotion..*.

The double pupils of Tonatiuh's eyes flash with sharp reflections, the warmth of honey-sapphires swirling to harsher citrine hues.

Lines of power flare up along Shulamit's body, connected by shimmering points of light. For a brief moment, her body becomes a canvas displaying the constellations of Lusternia before the light flickers and fades away.

Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory says, "You bless Me, today, My Shulamit. The world is yours, if you ever but request it."

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon thinks to herself: If NO Divine ever sharded, maybe there's a reality where there's a divine Shulamit! Oooer that feels sacriligeous.

You think to yourself: *a little sigh - is goodly, she gave it to Thems - would maybe have misunderstood from another*.

Mysrai's eyes twinkle enchantingly.

You have emoted: Gurashi smiles weakly.

Shulamit quickly seems to stop thinking what she was thinking on, smiling cheerfully up at Mysrai. "I will ponder the world!"

With a wicked smile, Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory says, "And I shall ponder a proper thank you, My Beacon."

Mysrai leaps into the air before dissipating into brilliant ivory light, giggling as She zooms about the area before zooming off into the distance.

Tonatiuh exhales slowly, allowing a long fluid breath to creep from his lungs.

Shulamit appears to puff up slightly as her entire body glows a cheerful shade of citrine yellow.

Ixchilgal is very happy that he can stop not seeing things now.

Shulamit pats Ixchilgal in a friendly manner.

Tonatiuh smiles softly at Ixchilgal.

Sulwh pats Ixchilgal in a friendly manner.

Tonatiuh's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Sometimes it is easy being oblivious!"

Shulamit acknowledges the point with a grave nod of her head.

Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart looks equally grateful and nods at Ixchilgal.

You have emoted: Gurashi gazes to the spot where the Thousandfold was, then towards Shulamit, smiling tiredly and nodding.

Sultan Tonatiuh al-Saaoud, Oracle Thousandfold says to Shulamit, "A beautiful gift."

Glowing a cheerful shade of pink and yellow, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to Tonatiuh, "I'm glad! Yes yes."

Their voice tender, despite their broken common, Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart says, "She...loves Her. More than everything."

Nodding, Caliph Sulwh says, "And so, we do too."

You have emoted: Gurashi's eyes are still watery, though they say nothing, nodding once in agreement.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart, "I hope that having even a pale scrap of Her is a comfort or joy or...something soothing."

Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart nods and looks off into the distance, somewhere over Tonatiuh's shoulder as they seem to lose themselves in thought.

Bizirik, the leothin lets out a massive belch into the air.

Shulamit peers at Bizirik, the leothin with narrowed eyes, glowing a suspicious shade of slate grey.
Bizirik, the leothin stares blankly at Shulamit. After a moment its tail lifts once then thumps back against the ground with potential delight.

Softly, you whisper, "Bizi."

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to Bizirik, the leothin, "You *were* very good for a very long time, tis true."

Sultan Tonatiuh al-Saaoud, Oracle Thousandfold murmurs, "They would do anything.."

Bizirik, the leothin shakes out its head, looking quite pleased, tail slapping the ground behind it. It grunts and rises to its feet with great effort, having dozed through almost the entire event, quietly turning and slinking around to approach Gurashi.

Shulamit stretches upwards a bit, pondering the offering, the crowd, and the statue. "I will have to rest soon. A long time, waiting for such a rude timequake."

Quietly, you say, "Same."

You pet Bizirik, the leothin ingratiatingly.
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.

A look of understanding crossing his features, Ixchilgal nods his head slowly.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say, "But am glad could be here." They glance towards Shulamit. "Glad it went well, yes."

Shulamit nods her head emphatically.

Wrapping an arm around an abyssal sandstorm poppy, Shulamit starts to glow a soothing ivory colour.

Sultan Tonatiuh al-Saaoud, Oracle Thousandfold smiles and says to Shulamit, "Could not have given Them a better gift."

Sulwh flashes Tonatiuh a joyous smile.

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon thinks to herself: Oh poppy, I thought it went well, but you got all...concerningly dark.

Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart seems to stir at that and nods to Shulamit, saying, "Could feel a very strong boom, and then another one later."

A look of understanding crossing her features, Shulamit nods her head slowly.

Caliph Sulwh says, "Beacon of many things. Love is what she is beaconing at the moment, apparently."

Quietly, you say to Shulamit, "Am glad we could get it, yes."

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon thinks to herself: Maybe just strong feelings.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to you, "Be prepared for...things."

You have emoted: Gurashi gives Shulamit a tired smile. "Mm."

Sultan Tonatiuh al-Saaoud, Oracle Thousandfold thinks to himself: How could Aschwar know better? Forty years in the Basin.. but They have been planning this for far far longer...

Thoughtfully, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "I think I shall rest here, under Her statue."

Shulamit curtseys gracefully before a statue of Ashtariel of a Thousand Hues.

Oracular smoke drifts by on a Void-laden breeze, sending your mind betwixt veils of perception.

Tonatiuh smiles softly.

Curiously, Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart says, "Do people...need thingies? From Sacro-saints?"

In broken Common, Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart exclaims, "All are here!"

Shulamit curtsies to the entire group, glowing a soft shade before pausing. "Ah...yes. Does anyone need anything before I leave."

You have emoted: Gurashi looks up, then pauses to look down again, shaking their head. "No. Am O-K. Many thank yous."

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Liefenn, Sulwh?"

Tonatiuh tilts his head curiously at Liefenn.

Liefenn shakes her head.

Sulwh shakes his head.

You close your eyes and inhale deeply, absorbing the scent of your surroundings.

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

Shulamit turns around in a small circle, reminiscent of a cat for a very brief second. "Then I shall...snooze."

Shulamit curtseys gracefully.

Sulwh waves goodbye.

Ixchilgal gives Shulamit a peck on the cheek.

Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart nods their head and looks towards the others, remarking, "Think will...go rest. Spoke many today!"

Shulamit grows still and her lips begin to move silently.

Ixchilgal gives Shulamit a peck on the cheek.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say, "Thank you for coming. Thank you, for..."

Liefenn flashes Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart a joyous smile.

Ixchilgal waves goodbye at Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart.

You nod your head emphatically.

Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart runs up to Shulamit and envelops her in a massive bearhug.

Dethroned Ixchilgal Mes'ard, Lord of Noodles says, "Toodles, Beloved Liar."

Shulamit hugs Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart compassionately, warm shades of pearl bouncing around the room.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say, "We love you!"

Shulamit is enveloped in translucent fire for a moment and is gone, her soul safe until she returns to Lusternia.

Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart hugs Ixchilgal compassionately.

Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart runs up to you and envelops you in a massive bearhug.

Liefenn Myeras says to Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart, "Be well!"

You have emoted: Gurashi quirks their mouth to the side.

You reach out, pulling Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart into a tight embrace.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say to Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart, "Ah - oof."

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you exclaim, "Keep practicing!"

In broken common, Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart says, "Any more body hugs?"

Liefenn raises her hand shyly.

Sulwh hugs Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart compassionately.

Caliph Sulwh says, "Always."

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say to Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart, "You are sounding great."

Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart runs up to Liefenn and envelops her in a massive bearhug.

Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart runs up to Sulwh and envelops him in a massive bearhug.

You quickly bend at the waist to offer a polite half-bow.

Liefenn squeaks and oofs, but grins hugely.

Softly, you say, "I ...will go home, now, yes."

Aschwar, the Ebongold Heart gives a trillingly melodic laugh.

The world seems a little less pleasant as Aschwar departs to the west.

Tonatiuh murmurs softly to himself.

Dethroned Ixchilgal Mes'ard, Lord of Noodles says, "We also need to rest, we've been conscious longer than planned."

Ixchilgal doffs an elemental crown cordially.

Tonatiuh ponders a statue of Ashtariel of a Thousand Hues thoughtfully, looking it up and down.

You have emoted: Gurashi does not move immediately, however, staring up at the statue quietly.

Ixchilgal spreads his arms wide, and the air between his hands begins to warp and twist, dancing with brilliant multicoloured light as he bores a hole through the fabric of the planes.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say, "Be well, Beloved Devils."

You see the following people here:
Sulwh, Tonatiuh, Liefenn, Gurashi.

Sulwh looks over the statue as the gathering leaves.

Tonatiuh sighs quietly, a scatter of sparks ruffling through his wild mane.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you ask Tonatiuh, "...you are, O-K...?"

You sniffle softly.

Sultan Tonatiuh al-Saaoud, Oracle Thousandfold thinks to himself: Not in the slightest.

Sultan Tonatiuh al-Saaoud, Oracle Thousandfold says, "Never better, Gurashi, never better."

Smoky incense spills from his stole as Tonatiuh draws the little sileni into a hug, the scent of half-decayed poppies mingling with the more exotic opium resin.

You have emoted: Gurashi stares at Tonatiuh, their expression strangely somber. "...ah, that is goodly, then." They say, tail no longer wagging. They glance down and frown. "I am so sorry, I need to go, soonly. But, we need to talk, soon! Soonly?" They look up hopefully. "To answer your questions--oh!"

You have emoted: Gurashi wraps their arms around Tonatiuh in return, standing on the tips of their hooves to return the embrace whole-heartedly.

Tonatiuh snorts and snuffles at the air through a keen leonine nose.

Tonatiuh smiles softly at you.

Your melodic voice sings into Sultan Tonatiuh al-Saaoud, Oracle Thousandfold's mind, "*you can feel a sense of comfort radiating off of the sileni, like a hug to the head*."

Sultan Tonatiuh al-Saaoud, Oracle Thousandfold says to you, "Go go, we shall talk soon. Next time."

Caliph Sulwh says to Liefenn, "Shall we depart?"

You gaze softens as you smile at Tonatiuh.

You give Tonatiuh a friendly squeeze.

You face lights up as you smile brightly at Sulwh.

You face lights up as you smile brightly at Liefenn.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you ask, "Do either of yous needs me for any things?"

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say, "OH NO THE CAKE."

You give a slice of layered rainbow cake with star-shaped sprinkles to Caliph Sulwh.
You give a slice of layered rainbow cake with star-shaped sprinkles to Sultan Tonatiuh al-Saaoud, Oracle Thousandfold.
You give a slice of layered rainbow cake with star-shaped sprinkles to Liefenn Myeras.

Sulwh blinks.

You flail about helplessly.

Tonatiuh utters a deep, rumbling laugh.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say, "W-was so moved..."

Your eyes raise to the heavens as a look of hope flashes across your face.

Caliph Sulwh says to you, "A portal would be nice."

Tonatiuh puts his nose over a slice of layered rainbow cake with star-shaped sprinkles and inhales.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say, "...portal?"

Liefenn looks exhausted and opens her mouth in an enormous yawn.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say, "...to where."

You narrow your eyes, peering about suspiciously.

Tonatiuh consumes a slice of layered rainbow cake with star-shaped sprinkles leisurely, seeming to enjoy every bite.

Caliph Sulwh says, "Out. Anywhere."

Sulwh's eyes sparkle with amusement.

You have emoted: Gurashi's mouth forms a little 'o' of surprise. "Oh. Uhm."

You stare blankly into space.

Tonatiuh touches his fingertips to his hand, illuminating the temporal tattoo upon it. The air beside him warps, as a clock-like portal manifests.

Sultan Tonatiuh al-Saaoud, Oracle Thousandfold says, "Here."

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say to Tonatiuh, "Thank you."

Sultan Tonatiuh al-Saaoud, Oracle Thousandfold says, "Goes to the Paradigm."

"Thanks!" Sulwh says.

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

Liefenn leaves, following Caliph Sulwh.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say, "I-I always ascends."

You blush furiously.

Your eyes raise to the heavens as a look of hope flashes across your face.

The clock chimes, disappearing into a wisp of aetheric nothingness as it fades.

You have emoted: Gurashi hesitates before they depart, giving Tonatiuh another look. "...do want another hugs before I go?" They ask, tail wagging slowly.

Bizirik, the leothin burps softly nearby, then hacks, tossing its head.

You think to yourself: *a worried thrum - something wrong, off - worried? hurt?*.

You see the following people here:
Tonatiuh, Gurashi.

Tonatiuh lowers his tall frame with the lithe grace of a practiced dancer, gold bangles chiming along with the chains. "Absolutely."

You have emoted: Gurashi puffs their cheeks, throwing their arms around Tonatiuh's shoulders, squeezing tight.

Firmly, you say to Tonatiuh, "Do not know what or why - but, will be O-K, yes."

A subtle scatter of static sparks ruffles from the crushed Iklaran diamonds dusted along Tonatiuh's cheeks.

Tonatiuh exhales slowly, allowing a long fluid breath to creep from his lungs.

You have emoted: Gurashi tightens their grip, wobbling balanced on their hooves. "Love you! And if you need helps with things, let me know, O-K? Will do bestest."

You look at Tonatiuh hopefully.

Sultan Tonatiuh al-Saaoud, Oracle Thousandfold smiles and says to you, "I know you will."

Sultan Tonatiuh al-Saaoud, Oracle Thousandfold says to you, "Beautiful dreams, beautiful soul."

You nod your head sagely.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say, "Sleep goodly, sweetly. Restfully! Be sure to eats enough, Beloved Sultans!"

You gasp in delight, reaching out to boop Tonatiuh lightly on the nose with a finger.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say, "Follow me, Bizirik!"
Bizirik, the leothin begins to follow closely behind you.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say, "O-K. To rest, we go!"

You spread your arms wide, and the air between your hands begins to warp and twist as you bore a hole through the fabric of the planes, seeking to ascend to the Divine Havens.

You fold space and a swirling gateway of brilliant light pierces the air before you, boring a hole through the very fabric of the planes to the Vault of Heaven. You ascend confidently through the rotating gate, which shimmers and snaps shut behind you.

The Vault of Heaven.
Balancing a shimmering sky, a veil in the fabric of reality seethes with raw energy. The veil, though extremely thin, flickers and crackles, sending booming vibrations through the surroundings. Glancing through, the miniscule details of the Upper Haven become visible and almost picturesque. A continuous breeze filters from the veil, bringing the previously cold atmosphere to comfortable temperance. With outstretched arms, an enormous statue of Estarra stands here vigilantly. Covered in bone armour, a screech owl is here, surveying the surroundings.
You see a single exit leading down.

You tilt your head, gaze softening as you frown.

You close your eyes and inhale deeply, absorbing the scent of your surroundings.

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