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- Footbridge above a reflective pond.
- The rippling sound of flowing celestial waters echoes distantly from a healing shrine of Lantra
- nearby. This location is flooded with shallow, crystal clear water. A wide stone footbridge arches
- over this large pond, providing a path from the central square to the structure behind the
- southwestern wall, of which nothing is visible save for a few fleeting glimpses of scarlet fabric
- caught in the wind. The pleasant banks of the pond are smooth with the exception of the far
- southwestern corner, which is home to several medium-sized trees of varying species, including
- cherry, maple, and walnut. These trees lord over the pond, providing a peaceful spot to relax and
- meditate. The surface of the pond, being the only isolated one of its kind in the gardens, is as
- motionless and flat as glass. Those resting on the far bank are provided a serene vista of the
- willow tree, central square, and fountain, all which are reflected in the deep azure hues of the
- water's surface.
- You see exits leading northeast, east, southwest, and northwest.
- You sense the passage of Misericorde to the northwest.
- Misericorde offers you a sharp salute of greeting, a ghost of a smile touching her lips. "I trust
- you're well," she states as her hand eases back to her side.
- Stirring from his reverie, Avaris turns from contemplating a crimson lotus cradled
- in the palm of his lower left hand, to return Misericorde's salute with a precise one of his own,
- inclining his head courteously. In a warm, pleasant tone, he says, "Misericorde. I am well enough,
- as much as can be expected, given the circumstances. What of yourself?"
- 12300h, 6800m, 7300e, 10p Bexd-
- Misericorde arches an eyebrow at the sight of the lotus, though her gaze soon rises to meet your. "I
- have been quite well," she answers, her arms crossing behind her back. "Niralahi was awake last
- weave and met young Falaine. I quite enjoyed the visitation." With a tip of her chin, she inquires,
- "A flower?"
- The seven azure eyes with which Avaris regards Misericorde glitter with bright
- slivers of light at the response, the point of his chin dipping down to brusth the tufts of his
- gently drifting mane. "Ah, that is well. I hope that your good wife approves of her. Falaine is
- quite a fan of her work. I do not doubt she enjoyed meeting her." The gleaming of his eyes brightens
- as a note of fond humour tinges his words, "Did she blush?"
- The hand that holds the star lotus curls inwards in a reflexive, protective gesture
- as Avaris replies, "More than a flower, but yes, of a sorts. A star lotus, gifted to me by my Lady.
- A very great honour."
- Misericorde gives a curt nod, amusement touching her eyes as she answers, "Yes, she did. I think she
- was somewhat overwhelmed at first, but warmed up quick enough." Her eyebrow arches once more as the
- flower is cradled closer to you, her voice light as she muses, "It seems a great honour indeed."
- Then, simply, "Congratulations on such a gift. I'm quite sure it is treasured."
- A low, resonating tone of amusement vibrates from within Avaris's armoured throat,
- his antennae drifting in a relaxed, liquid manner. "I am pleased. She is often stiff, at first. You
- should see her with children, however - She is excellent with them." Another nod of acknowledgement
- meets the congratulations, before the kephera reverently places the flower within a sturdy container
- that rests upon his hip, in the manner of a priest placing a most holy item within its sacred
- reliquary. The layered voices that harmonise together to form his own are soft, but woven through
- with a complex array of feeling as he confirms, "It is. Beyond measure."
- Misericorde hums an amused note and says, "Yes, she did mention teaching the little star ephemeral
- to read. Quite a feat I certainly wouldn't have the patience for." Her hands unclasp from behind her
- back, allowing her to make absent motions with them as she continues, "I look forward to speaking
- with her again - and I'm certain Niralahi does as well." A touch impish, she adds, "And Falaine is
- wise enough to appreciate my wife's artistic talents."
- That same, ghost of an expression yet touching her face, Misericorde draws her hand together, the
- rain water spilling down her skin to coalesce between her palms - forming first a sphere, and then
- with some concentration, something resembling a flower. Her left palm cupped, her right twists and
- pulls at the water until a lotus forms, which she then innocently holds out to you.
- Genuine pleasure suffuses Avaris's choral voice as he turns his hand aside in a
- gentle, golden arc. "Ah, that is wonderful. She deserves to have people appreciate her, and that can
- look past how formal she is. You two will be good for her, I feel." Lifting a clawed finger
- skywards, he continues, "Lady Vaevaya? Indeed. We are both surpassingly fond of her. Have you
- encountered her yet?" He falls silent, watching Misericorde's manipulation of aquamantic energies
- with open curiosity, many of the glowing eyes upon his wings focused upon Misericorde's hands as
- they work. Once the artful creation is presented to him, he holds a hand up in a forestalling
- gesture.
- Freeing his other hands from beneath his folded wings, Avaris brings the lower pair
- together, concentrating, until a mote of starlight coalesces within the cupped bowl of aureate
- chitin. It blossoms, unfurling into a shining star lotus, which he then holds out to Misericorde, in
- exchange. "A lotus for a lotus."
- Misericorde muses for a moment, the sculpture of water wavering minutely in her palm, "Only when the
- little starling first appeared. I haven't seen her since." Her concentration back upon the water
- lotus, it reforms fully once more. With a low laugh, she wrinkles her nose and warns, "I'm not sure
- it's a fair trade."
- The brilliant blue of his eyes shines with merry points of light as Avaris emits a
- soft laugh, the sound resonating pleasantly. "Mine shall not persist for more than a few moments,
- when deprived of the connection to my Lady, I expect. A fleeting gift of passing beauty." Gently, he
- moves his hand forward a few inches, gesturing in invitation, while holding his awaiting palm out to
- receive the water-formed flower.
- Misericorde inclines her head in acknowledgement, both of her hands briefly cupping the water
- -sculpted lotus in concentration before passing it to you, and then taking the starlight-wrought
- blossom in turn. Peering down at it curiously, her abyssal countenance awash in silvery light, she
- blinks once and then lightly caresses the edge of the lotus now cupped in her palms. Her voice low,
- with a touch of teasing, she questions, "Are you certain you're not an artist?"
- Accepting the aquatic artwork with great care, Avaris cups it within his upper pair
- of hands, in the manner of one handed something of immense value and fragility, his helm-like head
- turned down to study it in an admiring fashion. He does so as the lotus begins to lose cohesion,
- wobbling and blurring as Misericorde's control fades, and when the ephemeral gift inevitably
- collapses into a splash of crystalline water that trickles down through his fingers, he breathes a
- soft sigh of sincere appreciation. "That was most wonderful, Misericorde. Thank you." Lowering his
- hands to his sides, he lifts an immense shoulder in a slight shrug. "It is not something I have
- given much thought to. Your Lady suggested that I might offer something creative to Her, but I do
- not know what I might make."
- Voice resonating with choral harmonics, you say, "The star lotus is entirely my Lady's work. I am
- merely a conduit."
- Misericorde chuckles softly as the starlight-wrought lotus begins to shatter gently in her hands
- until naught but a few motes of light hover in her palm, and then blink out of existence. Appearing
- nonetheless appreciative of where the gift was once held, Misericorde muses softly, "A conduit
- nonetheless can influence another, Avaris. Creation is not merely the physical - consider the waves
- of influence you can spark with a single action." Glancing up, she asks, "Is that not art?"
- Though the hard, curved planes of chitin that form Avaris's face are too immobile
- to form the expression, there is nonetheless a distinct note of a grimace in the kephera's voice as
- he replies, "Not the waves that my actions tend to set in motion, unfortunately, no. There is
- nothing artful in much of what I do." With dry humour, wings shuffling to dislodge that water that
- clings to them, he says, "One of the first pieces of Wisdom my Lady imparted to me is that a ripple
- may spread further than a crashing wave. It is, apparently, one I have yet to comprehend."
- Misericorde murmurs with mirth, "An act of creation need not be artful - it is merely a force.
- Whether good or bad, it is still created." She then shrugs. "A wave may be as effective as a ripple.
- It all depends on what it encounters." Looking pointedly at you, she continues, "You can create
- great works, Avaris. Refine your approach. Try again. You will never achieve perfection when the
- journey is the goal."
- Avaris's initial response is a neutral, non-committal vibration of sound as he
- turns the great wedge of his head back to face the pond - Though his attention remains upon
- Misericorde, judging by the lingering regard of his lightforged eyes. "My Lady's happiness and
- safety is my goal, Misericorde. All else flows from that." A brief, wry laugh shivers in the air
- about him as he amends, "Trying is not the issue. It is the refining. I am poor at that, no matter
- how I strive for it."
- Misericorde answers in a clipped timbre, "You also have a duty to the Light." Glancing up to your
- features she repeats again, "Learn to refine your words and approach. You will be better received.
- Whether that practice comes with me, or another..." Her voice trails off as her attention shifts to
- the reflection pool standing before them.
- There is a slight pause in the rain as the storm clouds part, letting in a trickle of sunlight to
- cast spangled rainbows through the air as if the sky were stained glass.
- Unperturbed, Avaris replies in an even manner, "My Lady is tied most strongly to
- the Light. They are not separate duties." The wickedly sharp spires of chitin that thrust up from
- his shoulder rise in a brief, jerking shrug. "You say this as if I am not painfully aware of my
- shortcomings. I have tried to do this, many times. I was to learn from the Even Bladed's muse, in
- order to do so, but that is no longer happening." He frees a hand to flick it aside in a curt
- gesture, the motion faintly frustrated. "I feel as if I am a hammer in a world of glass people. No
- matter how delicately I try to approach them, they crack. I think I simply am not suited to it."
- Misericorde answers evenly, "You cannot come to a new technique when all that stands around you is
- shattered glass. I will not yield if you wish to learn. Your passion is an asset - it merely needs
- to be harnessed." She makes an absent motion with her hand, catching a raindrop to begin idly
- playing with it, the water swirling as it passes from palm to palm. "Let me help you reflect," she
- says quietly.
- Whether from the sea or the rain, a friendless mist sheathes the city in sparkling vapour and a
- bitter, kniving chill.
- Spidery fingers of crimson lightning flash across the tumultuous skies, gripping the parapets of
- Deep Blue Cathedral like the hand of an angry god before letting go.
- The huge, curved blades of Avaris's talons sink into the wet earth as he turns to
- fully face Misericorde, his expressionless visage unreadable as he studies the merian for a time in
- silence. The chill, glittering mists that wreathe the city coil about his feet, even as the sanguine
- lightning above bathes him in a bloody hue for the brief span in which it persists. When he finally
- does speak, it is in a level, measured manner. "If you believe that such will not ruin our
- friendship before it truly forms, I am amenable to the attempt. I will warn you that I am stubborn
- and frustrating enough even to try the patience of the Divine."
- Misericorde turns as well to face you, something soft in her expression though it never quite
- manifests. "I am of Her Icy Depths. You will learn what that means in time." With a glance up to the
- drenching rain, the tentacles of her head susurrate before stilling somewhat and she says, "I must
- rest for now. But while I'm gone consider your approach. We will attempt a small debate the next I'm
- free, and review how you might begin to improve changing another's heart."
- A slow, quiet breath hisses at length through the invisible seams of Avaris's
- faceplate, though he lowers his head in acquiescence. "As you wish, Misericorde. Thank you, for
- trying with me." Tone warming somewhat, as motes of light manifest in his eyes once again, he says,
- "And thank you for your company. I hope that you rest well."
- Misericorde inclines her head as she answers in turn, "Keep well." A sudden, impish look to her, she
- muses as she turns on her heel, "I do look forward to correcting your form." Words hanging on the
- air she strides away with a seeming skip to her step.
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