Desperation and Deceit

OKAY... BUCKLE UP KIDS. TODAY WAS A BIG FUCKING DAY OF FEELS HO BOY.

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ALEYAH'S POV:
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Suddenly, there is a loud, muffled sound from within the cocoon, which begins to shake back and forth abruptly; rocking in place as though attempting to tear free from the webbing that has slowly cemented it closer to the floor.

You blink.

You blink incredulously at a vaguely humanoid-shaped cocoon.

You smile broadly and say to a vaguely humanoid-shaped cocoon, "Are you okay? Ooh, are you hatching?"

Bursting with excitement, you let out a little chirp of glee as your wings start to cycle rapidly through the primary colours.

You watch with mounting horror as you suddenly hear an incredibly familiar sound akin to the snapping of twigs and the falling of branches. The side of the cocoon bulges oddly near where the humanoid's shoulder should be. Then the bulge disfigures and presses down further down its side, and the dark webbing is stained further as the bulging continues.

You beam at a vaguely humanoid-shaped cocoon brightly, your wings mirroring the expression with cheerful flashes of citrine.

You tilt your head curiously at a vaguely humanoid-shaped cocoon.

The sound continues and distorts and happens more frequently until the cocoon stills at last, and you exhale a breath you did not realise you were holding. It is only as your gaze idly falls along the new bumps dotting the figure's silhouette that the noise settles in your mind at last. That was the sound of bones breaking.

Your mouth turns up as your face breaks into a smile.

You exclaim to a vaguely humanoid-shaped cocoon, "It sounds like you may be getting some new limbs after all! Oh, this is so *exciting*!"

You ask a vaguely humanoid-shaped cocoon, "Is it roses? Are they ravenwood bones? Does it hurt~?"

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GURASHI'S POV
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(Glomdoring): Aleyah (from the Realm of the Lady of the Thorns) says, "I have some wonderful news!"

You tilt your head curiously.

(Glomdoring): Esei (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Indeed?"

You place a painting of a hoard of gold against the wall, raising it a little higher, then moving it a little to the left, and then lowering it a bit. When it is just right, you firmly affix it to the wall, exhibiting it for all to see.

(Glomdoring): Aleyah (from the Realm of the Lady of the Thorns) says, "The Lady's Guest made their first noises in ages!"

You blink.

(Glomdoring): Aleyah (from the Realm of the Lady of the Thorns) says, "It sounds like they'll be getting new limbs! Isn't that just wonderfully exciting?"

(Glomdoring): Esei (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "It is indeed, and I am glad there is such progress. T'would be a shame for him to stagnate after such efforts, I think."

(Glomdoring): Aleyah (from the Realm of the Lady of the Thorns) says, "I bet he'll be beautiful! Oh, I'm looking forward to seeing what he becomes!"

You have emoted: Gurashi pauses in their work, hands still on the edges of the frame. They furrow their brow, then look

You think to yourself: **clear, concise, vibrant washes of apricot** ...Akuuko ...

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BELOVED POV (anonymous benefactor whomst knew of Gurashi/Akuuko involvement... weeps openly)
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(Veiled): Aschwar says, "I made a nice little hat out of a letter that came in an origami! I put it on one of my plants. This is very important news, and I thought you all should know."

(Veiled): Drastrath (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "This is wonderful news, but won't the hat block the important rays and rain that the plant needs to survive?"

(Veiled): Aschwar says, "I do not think so, because I give them lots of water myself, and we don't get lots of sun in the Shifting City. Plus, I can't really do nothing with letters any more."

(Veiled): Aschwar says, "I still haven't found Friend Akuuko! He must be real good at hiding, and he was the only one who would read them out to me."

(Veiled): Aschwar says, "I'm not giving up, though! He's gotta be somewhere around here, and he owes me a LOT of hugs for all the time he's been missing. I can go take him and see the big river that I learned is named Ocean!"

(Veiled): Drastrath (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Good news yet terrible news. Maybe we can rectify this situation. Is there a chance I can assist you in finding Akuuko?"

(Veiled): Aschwar says, "Oh, yes! If you would like to keep a close eye out, he is very fast and likes to climb things! He used to climb my tower and sneak in my window to play games and help me with letters, and then he'd show me his favourite places around the city. He is one of the Shofet's orange thieves!"

(Veiled): Aschwar says, "He has green scales, and nice orange eyes, and he likes to run really, REALLY fast up buildings."

(Veiled): Drastrath (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Oh, and what does he like to steal? Has he upset anyone by stealing from them that you may know of?"

(Veiled): Aschwar says, "I do not think so. He likes to take orange things, though! And sometimes, he just takes the colour orange, like out of some flowers I grew!"

(Veiled): Drastrath (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Oh, he left the flower, yet he took the orange? I must find him to introduce myself. Orange is one of best colors."

(Veiled): Aschwar says, "It is! I think it is his favourite colour. But I went to sleep a long time ago, and when I woke up I couldn't find him no more. So keep your eye out, because maybe we were playing hide and seek? He does like to win all the games we play!"

(Veiled): Drastrath (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "I shall keep two eyes out. Hopefully, maybe we just need to announce that he has won at hide and seek?"

(Veiled): Aschwar says, "Well, I've done that lots! But maybe he is hiding in a part of the City that you can only get to if you know how to do Yu Ken Leep!"

(Veiled): Aschwar says, "Keep your eyes out, please! I would like to see him again."

(Veiled): Drastrath (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Yu Ken Leep sounds incredibly fun. Is this some kind of jump?"

(Veiled): Aschwar says, "It's the special fighting that the orange thieves can do. It is really nice, they can jump around off of buildings and go REALLY high in the air!"

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GURASHI'S POV
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You have emoted: Gurashi's face flushes, and suddenly their eyes become glossy as they sink where they are kneeling, releasing the painting and letting it rest against the wall. Their hands come to their lap, and they look over at a crutch-staff bearing praises to the Lord, Lady, and Neither, covered in webs, leaned up against the nearby counter as a reminder.

The ephemeral feeling of a ghostly hand against your shoulder feels incredibly heavy nonetheless, a memory playing out in your head as you find Akuuko for the first time since the Shofet punished him. He looks so pained, not by his actual wounds, but by the invisible barrier he has put between himself and Aschwar. He looks up towards the tower, and murmurs quietly, "...maybe it'd be better if they forgot they ever knew me."

(Glomdoring): Esei (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "I imagine something orange."

In the quiet that follows, you hear nothing but the tapping of his crutch as he limped away into the streets; no longer capable of leaping up the sides of walls as he once had been able. Each tap is unnaturally loud as you stare at the crutch, idle and motionless against the counter. Tap. Tap. TAP. TAP! TAP!!

(Glomdoring): Aleyah (from the Realm of the Lady of the Thorns) says, "That would be fitting... maybe! It's all up to my Dearest Lady."

His gentle voice, calling to you from the top of the monastery - only moments after revealing his secret. His eyes, melancholy and lovelorn as he stares towards the villa. His gentle smile as he reached out to tap a single finger against your forehead, whispering encouraging words. All seem so distant as you stare in mounting horror at the stationery movement aid.

"An eye for an eye..." The impossibly loud clatter of the crutch against the floor as it is thrown carelessly to the side.

A mournful, repeating note that builds in your throat and threatens to send tears spilling from your eyes as you realise whose it is. Akuuko needs his staff. He can't walk without it!

You sniffle softly.

You have emoted: Gurashi wipes at his eyes, finding tears they didn't realize had started to fall. Further, they listen, and their expression twists more and more with guilt. They slide off of the stool, hurriedly rushing over to a crutch-staff bearing praises to the Lord, Lady, and Neither, covered in webs and grabbing it, holding it tight, pulling it close to their chest.

You think to yourself: ** another wash of saffron - cannot walk without it **.

Bizirik, the leothin tilts her head curiously.

You stare ahead, looking utterly wounded.

You think to yourself: ** miserable washes of muted pastel colors - know, I know -I- know **.

You think to yourself: ** miserable wave after miserable wave - know where to find **.

Promenade of roses.
The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. Small paths of loose onyx stone wind throughout the area, forming symmetrical loops. Lining each pathway are well-trimmed rosebushes, an abundance of dark, red roses, bloom year-round upon each. In the centre, where each looping pathway both begins and ends, resides a large fountain. The pool at the base of the fountain is wide, a broad flat-topped boulder rising from its depths. Across its surface is an intricate forest of trees crafted from dark marble, each sculpted in exquisite detail. In the centre stands a statue of Lady Viravain, Her gaze turned down towards the forest and Her hand outstretched. A small stream of water pours from Her palm, this source of life raining down upon the trees.
You see exits leading out and through a clear pool.

You tilt your head, gaze softening as you frown.

You have emoted: Gurashi pauses long enough to catch their breath, looking first at the statue of Viravain, then at the pool. They approach it with a purpose, furrowing their brow.

<-- go go go

Courtyard before a vine-covered temple.
The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. The area opens into a spacious courtyard, offering views of the twisting vines that grapple up along the smooth temple walls. Symmetrical plantings and raised stone beds define the space, the dark, glossy leaves of various flora straining against their rigid containers. Pathways of glistening onyx run between the beds, delineated by perfectly manicured hedges, which further distinguish this formal space from the rest of the gardens. Heavy benches of iron spaced equidistantly allow for quiet conversation or solitary reflection. A glimmering web of iridescent hues stretches along the temple wall here.
You see exits leading southeast and southwest.

You reach out and touch a shimmering web.
The spiders emerge from their web, briefly glance upon the mortal that would call them forth and retreat once again in silent denial of entry.

You tilt your head, gaze softening as you frown.

You hop about the area madly.

You think to yourself: ** a wash of frustration - let me -in- **.

You make out the scent of Aleyah coming from Heart of the Dark Web.

Your melodic voice sings into Lady Aleyah Shee-Slaugh's mind, "** a gentle hum **."

The melodious voice of Aleyah resonates in your mind, "Good morning!"

You stare at a shimmering web, eyes wide.

Your melodic voice sings into Lady Aleyah Shee-Slaugh's mind, "** another hum, softer now - your own voice drifts in over the aethers - limbs? **."

The melodious voice of Aleyah resonates in your mind, "Yes, I think so! He grew bigger."

You have emoted: Gurashi sinks their teeth into their lower lip, worriedly wringing their hands together as they hold a crutch-staff bearing praises to the Lord, Lady, and Neither, covered in webs.

You stare blankly at a shimmering web.

Your melodic voice sings into Lady Aleyah Shee-Slaugh's mind, "** bigger ? **."

Esei tells you, "** You feel something soft and warm tickle against the back of your hand. **."

Your melodic voice sings into Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk's mind, "** distracted and desperate **."

A flurry of blackthorn petals arrives from the southeast, thorny vines sprouting within the floral cloud and twining together to form the body of Esei.

Esei reaches out and touches you.

You have emoted: Gurashi doesn't move, staring intently before them at a shimmering web, waiting.

Esei places a hand on your shoulder, squeezing firmly but not tightly.

You have emoted: Gurashi whips their head around to look up at Esei before returning to stare at the web, their tail wagging a mile a minute.

Softly, Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk asks, "Cousinling, what are you doing?"

You have emoted: Gurashi bites their lower lip, hopping in place.

Esei blinks.

You think to yourself: ** limbs - new limbs - but they need their crutch **.

Adrien tilts his head curiously at you.

More firmly, Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk says, "Gurashi."

Adrien gives a mini strawberry jam tart to you.

You have emoted: Gurashi lets out a little noise as they look over their shoulder again at Esei, frowning, then returning to stare at a shimmering web.

You reach out and touch a shimmering web.
The spiders emerge from their web, briefly glance upon the mortal that would call them forth and retreat once again in silent denial of entry.

You tug urgently on a shimmering web.

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "...I don't think it can hear you."

You have emoted: Gurashi heaves a frustrated sound, then looks at both Esei and Adrien, waving a crutch-staff bearing praises to the Lord, Lady, and Neither, covered in webs about. Suddenly they pull out their notepad and write: 'needs his crutch cannot walk without it!' They hold it out, their expression pleading.

Adrien nods his head at you.

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "I see."

Esei purses their lips pensively, gazing off into the distance as they carefully gathers their thoughts.

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis asks, "Well, you'll just have to keep it safe until he's in a position when he needs to walk, won't you?"

Softly, Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk says, "I do not think he is doing much walking, no."

You tilt your head, gaze softening as you frown.

Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk says, "Keep it until he wakes, perhaps."

Adrien nods his head emphatically.

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "He will need it then, and it's safest with you."

You have emoted: Gurashi suddenly writes: 'new limbs??' They look very concerned.

Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk says, "Perhaps."

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "Wings, perhaps?"

Softly, Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk asks, "Do you not think that being Wyrden is the best possible thing one can be?"

You have emoted: Gurashi looks between both Shee-Slaugh as they speak, and suddenly you realize that they are crying, their face flushed, again insistently shaking the staff. They point at the web, then put their hand on their head, dragging it through their hair and looking about the courtyard in frustration.

You think to yourself: ** no - did not forget - we did not forget **.

Adrien tilts his head curiously at you.

You sniffle softly.

You have emoted: Gurashi drops their hand and deflates, covering their face with one hand, furiously wiping at their cheeks.

Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk says, "I know, Gurashi."

Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk says to you, "Would you like a hug, biye lun?"

You have emoted: Gurashi doesn't answer. Suddenly they drop their arm to their side and again approach a shimmering web. When touching it fails to work, they tug, then flick, then move over to the nearby wall and begin to knock on the hard stone. The sound refuses to carry, but they knock with their knuckles as hard as they can, puffing their cheeks and glaring towards the interior.

The knocking continues, unabated, and soon there are small flecks of red visible on the temple's stone that grow larger as the sileni continues to insistently knock.

Adrien blinks.

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "...Hm."

Esei steps away from the web.

Adrien quietly flutters backwards a few feet.

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis asks, "...Lady of Thorns, or...?"

You have emoted: Gurashi lowers their hand just slightly, looking at the quickly tearing skin upon their knuckles before they look up again, then resume their task, not seeming to notice Esei or Adrien backing away.

Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk whispers, "Does not seem like it, at first glance."

Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk whispers, "Usually, She is... purple."

You don't even notice the blood at first - it only appears to be a simple scrape - and continue to rap your knuckles without regard for it. It is only when a warmth begins to trickle down your forearm that you realise your knuckles are bleeding profusely enough to trail blood to there.

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "Ah, yes, see, that's less comforting."

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "I'd much rather it be Her in Her own Temple."

Esei grimaces.

Rap! Rap! Rap! Rap! The sound continues as the sileni continues to knock until blood is visibly trailing down their forearm.

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "...Gurashi."

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "You're bleeding."
You feel the presence of Esei next to you.

You think to yourself: ** urgently and muted pastels - it is not fair, Aschwar wants to see them and -I- want to see them and they need their CRUTCH and they shouldn't -be- here and it should be me instead ...! **.

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "You know, more than I'd consider reasonable."

You suddenly feel the urge to stop as a sharp pain strikes in your hand, and you hiss through your teeth.

You wince in pain.

You have emoted: Gurashi finally stops, at last, their fingers uncurling from their enclosed fist, resting against the wall gently.

Esei approaches you, placing a hand on your shoulder and physically pulling you away. "You will get -nothing- done this way."

Adrien flutters forward, trying to catch your hand in both of his own to gently guide you back, away from the wall.

Oh, that's...that's not good. You can see the bone of your knuckles, between torn strands of bloody meat.

Esei gently grabs hold of your hand, observing the visible, bloody bone of your knuckles.

Esei lays a hand on your forehead, and your body tingles with a healing warmth.

You have emoted: Gurashi follows Adrien and Esei's guidance, their hand now shaking from its repeated effort. They look surprised by the sight, as if they hadn't even noticed it had gotten to this point.

With several beats of his wings, Adrien alights upon your shoulder.

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "You're being very patient, I see."

The re-knitting of flesh is slow as the healing light washes over the sileni's hands, causing them to spasm and shift uncontrollably to spread more spurts of blood through the air.

(clan): You say, "Screams."

Esei's cheek twitches subtly, but keeps going.

You have emoted: Gurashi watches their hand, suddenly seeming as if they are in a daze. They look over their shoulder towards the web again, their cheek resting against the wood of the crutch as they stand still for Esei to work.

As the flesh finishes reforming, the knuckles appear nearly as good as new - only a light cross-shaped scar on three fingers showing that there was ever any damage.

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

Esei's healing light seethes over your flesh, soaking into the muscle with a gentle application of heat around the wrist and joints. "To ease any pain," they say softly. "Tell me -immediately- if it hurts again. Do you understand?"

You have emoted: Gurashi nods, not taking their eyes off of a shimmering web, their expression strange.

You think to yourself: ** must fix this **.

Adrien purses his lips, contemplating you thoughtfully.

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "...The guilt is really getting to you, hm."

You have emoted: Gurashi nods, just once.

You blink.

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says to you, "Do you feel responsible for what's happening?"

You have emoted: Gurashi suddenly shakes their head, pulling their hand free from Esei, looking at the knuckles before folding their fist against their chest. They nod several times, hugging the crutch close.

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

You think to yourself: ** miserable gray-blue - Aschwar will be so mad at me - and the Shofets ....! **.

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says to you, "If you're responsible, act responsibly."

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says to you, "How do you think your friend would feel if they knew you were hurting yourself like this?"

You think to yourself: ** deeper and deeper gray - should have gone to Them immediately **.

You have emoted: Gurashi offers no response, their head bowing a bit as they continue to stand still and quiet, running a thumb over the scars on their knuckles.

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "...Come on, let's go get you a cup of tea."

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "And I'm going to help you think of things that might help, without driving yourself into more suffering."

You have emoted: Gurashi suddenly takes a step closer to a shimmering web, but stays out of reach for knocking, gazing up at the shimming construct morosely.

Adrien purses his lips, contemplating you thoughtfully.

You think to yourself: ** gray-blue, streaked with orange ** ... will come back for you.

"...we can make it ourselves! Come on, I'll show you!"

You have emoted: Gurashi furrows their brow suddenly, as if listening.

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "...Just because you want it, doesn't mean that it's a good idea, dear cousin. Let's go get some tea, and I'll help you think of productive things to do about this."

"Because you are my best friend." They smile down at you, and their mis-matched eyes close, and now as you remember you catch them open their eyes once more, and look towards the window; their smile turning sad for but a moment.

"Have you seen Friend Akuuko?" How many times did they ask? How many times did you not tell them? What if now...it's too late?

Esei gives a shot glass to you.

You stare ahead, looking utterly wounded.

Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk whispers, "I have tea."

Adrien nods his head at Esei.

Esei sips green tea from a shot glass.

"If you tell them, I'll just leave. And youse guys'll never find me. So just...keep it between us, huh, kid?"

Esei reaches out and touches you.

Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk says to you, "Try the tea, dear one. You must be dehydrated."

You have emoted: Gurashi doesn't respond to Esei's touch, a tear sliding down their cheek.

"Please." Adrien says imploringly to you, a bit louder than his norm.

Esei reaches out to tenderly cup your cheek in their hand.

"Oh, I still...don't know how to read it," Aschwar admits, blushing lightly beneath their fur as they look with shame down towards the letter they clutch just a little TOO tightly in their hands. "Friend Akuuko hasn't been around to help me write, or read."

You have emoted: Gurashi doesn't move, tears now streaming down both cheeks. Suddenly their knees buckle beneath them, and they drop to the ground with a gentle 'whumph', hiccuping.

Adrien gives a pained sigh.

With several beats of his wings, Adrien alights upon your shoulder.

Esei kneels next to you, gently patting your head.

Softly, Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk asks, "Gurashi, can you hear me?"

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "...Give him a moment. I think this has been somewhat of an intense experience."

Midnight shadows coalesce around a new day, and Mother Night embraces the land in utter darkness.
It is now the 7th of Shanthin, 565 years after the Coming of Estarra.
There are 4 days until the New Moon

Esei says nothing, grabbing your hand and holding it firmly.

You have emoted: Gurashi shakes their head at Esei's question, the crutch held so tightly to their chest they might threaten to break it. They finally lift their head, staring at the web with frustration and hurt, before writing: 'aschwar and akuuko are best friends and i knew aschwar wanted to see him but akuuko wanted to keep secret because he was hurt but now they may never get to see akuuko again and it is my fault i could not reunite them--' Their penmanship is very difficult to read the further they write, tears spilling onto the page and smearing the ink.

Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk says, "Gurashi. It is not your -duty- to reunite anyone except yourself."

You have emoted: Gurashi wipes at their eyes again, then frowns at Esei. They write: 'bad secrets = bad!!!' They grit their teeth.

You tilt your head, gaze softening as you frown.

You see the delight in Aschwar's face as Tsakali mentions they just saw Akuuko down at the monastery. You watch as they barrel out of the room,, leaping down stairs at a time and thundering across the stained glass bridge so quickly as to threaten to break it. Your heart tears as you watch the Saint gently tell them that Akuuko has not been there for days, and see her shoot a withering glare at Tsakali the moment the tae'dae is no longer looking at her.

Adrien gently reaches over and brushes a stray lock of hair from your eyes.

Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk says, "It was Akuuko's choice not to go to Aschwar."

How many lies were told to keep a heart from breaking, for just a little longer? How many lies have been wasted.

You have emoted: Gurashi shakes their head and hiccups again, then suddenly huffs, their tail wagging in frustration.

Gently, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "Come on, cousin. I will gladly hear you out, but not here."

How will you tell them? Can you ever tell them? What about when their mind is fixed, and they can hear your thoughts? Will you forever hide your guilt?

You blanch suddenly.

You think to yourself: ... ** they will hate me so much ** ...

Each thought is insidious, thrown at you in a waspy, high-pitched buzzing voice; one from your youth that has tormented you in your sleep. How can you possibly hope to keep this up? Pathetic, isn't it?

(clan): You say, "*reeling*."

Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk says, "Gurashi."

Adrien shakes his head at Esei.

Esei shakes their head.

Esei bows respectfully to Adrien.

Esei bows respectfully to you. <-- leaves?!

Adrien leans forward, teetering a moment in uncertainty with his lips pursed.

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "...Ah."

Adrien chuckles quietly to himself.

Adrien closes his eyes and inhales deeply, absorbing the scent of his surroundings.

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

Adrien purses his lips, contemplating you thoughtfully.

You have emoted: Gurashi suddenly looks up, as if feeling the air move, crying once more. Their expression is gaunt and far-off, and finally they look up at Adrien with a frown.

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis asks, "..ah, are you back with me again?"

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "I was about to slap you."

You sniffle softly.

You think to yourself: ** pathetic **.

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "...Poor timing for a joke, perhaps."

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "Come on, my dear. I wanted to talk to you anyway, but this is a bad place for a breakdown."

You have emoted: Gurashi wipes at their face, their nose, shaking their head. They hiccup, before writing in tiny uneven lettering: 'funny'.

You sniffle softly.

An irritatingly droning buzz fills your ears as Adrien takes to the air to hover before you

Adrien offers out both hands.

You have emoted: Gurashi dazedly takes Adrien's much smaller hand. With some effort in their unwillingness to set down the staff for even a second, they finally get to their feet, face still wet with tears.

You begin to follow Adrien.

Adrien leans close to you and gently lays a kiss upon your forehead.

You have emoted: Gurashi gazes towards a shimmering web once more...

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "Soon."

You think to yourself: ** miserable, pitch black - what have i done **.

<-- walkie walkie

You follow Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis north to Amalgamate Dark.

Adrien stretches languidly.

Adrien nods his head emphatically.

Amalgamate Dark.
It is very Dark. Completely motionless, a slender leothin intently surveys its surroundings. Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis is here, shrouded. He wields a subtle nekai in each hand.
You see a single exit leading south.

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "...There. Quiet, and dark."

You have emoted: Gurashi holds a crutch-staff bearing praises to the Lord, Lady, and Neither, covered in webs close still as they follow Adrien, their head bowed, their pace obnoxiously slow, as if they are just getting used to having backwards-facing legs once more.

You sniffle softly.

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "...You seem to be labouring under a lot of guilt, my dear."

You have emoted: Gurashi finally writes: 'sorry', offering out the notepad.

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "I'm not mad at you, at all."

With several beats of his wings, Adrien alights upon your shoulder.

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "So you do not need to apologise to me."

Adrien tilts his head back and looks up at the sky.

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis asks, "...I would like to hear from the beginning. Who is that friend of yours, in there?"

You have emoted: Gurashi breathes quietly, still holding the staff close to their chest as they gaze about the very dark room. They lift the notepad, their tail wagging again as they write: 'name is akuuko. once-thief. orange thief.' They sniffle. 'shofets's.'

Adrien nods his head emphatically.

You have emoted: Gurashi writes: 'he is my friend and he is aschwar's friend too.' They hang their head.

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "I gathered that much, you're quite friendly with many of Theirs.... Aschwar is?"

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "Also Theirs?"

You have emoted: Gurashi sniffles again and writes: 'Their High Priest - we are best friends.'

You sniffle softly.

Adrien nods his head emphatically.

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "What happened, that the Thief wound up in Lady Viravain's care?"

You think to yourself: ** what happened **.

You think to yourself: ** a recollection, standing in the Fulcrux with the Urchin and Friends Shulamit and Tsakali and Tonatiuh and a warm, golden light, and the bloom, and happy - so HAPPY -- **.

A bright vortex of golden sand opens briefly in the air above you before dropping a small origami down into your hands.

You have emoted: Gurashi doesn't write immediately, gazing off into the darkness.

Adrien tilts his head back and looks up at the sky.

You have emoted: Gurashi inhales sharply, nearly dropping the notepad in their effort to catch the origami.

You think to yourself: ** Aschwar...! **.

Adrien sips green tea from a shot glass.

You have emoted: Gurashi fumbles with an elegant charcoal moth origami package, eyes wide.

An elegant charcoal moth origami package unfolds and sings to you, "Friend Gurashi! I am sorry I had to run away last time I saw you, it was very nice to play together, though. I hope you have lots of fun with your friends, and next time I see you I think I will show YOU my favourite warm place in the entire volcano! There's lots of red lava there, and you can throw rocks in there and smell what they're made of! I love you!"
An elegant charcoal moth origami package flutters apart in wisps of vellum and disappears from your hands.

You blink.

(clan): You say, "AAAAA."

You stare ahead, looking utterly wounded.

You have emoted: Gurashi's teeth sink into their lip as the message is relayed, staring at the final wisps of vellum as they dissipate into nothing.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks at Adrien at last again, huffing, as if to say 'see?'

With several beats of his wings, Adrien alights upon your shoulder.

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "It sounds like they're very kind."

You have emoted: Gurashi sniffles again, doing their darndest not to cry all over again as they write: 'the kindest - remind me of me but are even better.'

Adrien chuckles quietly to himself.

You sniffle softly.

You have emoted: Gurashi bunches their shoulders, writing again: 'no really - they are so very good adrien - kind and sweet and learning and not-bad-even-a-little.'

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "I'm not sure I believe that. Though I am certain they are the very best Aschwar there is, only you are you."

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "But I believe you about their being good."

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis asks, "Is that part of why you feel guilty?"

You have emoted: Gurashi nods several times, looking at the notepad and writing: 'they were aschwar's best friend -before- me, but then they did something that made the Shofets mad and they got hurt and they did not want aschwar to see them and be sad, but -i- found him and' They trail off, suddenly wincing and gripping their hand, still sore from the earlier endeavor at the Temple.

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis asks, "So you feel responsible?"

Adrien purses his lips, deep in thought.

You have emoted: Gurashi at last continues: 'they told me not to tell, and so i didn't, but couldn't tell aschwar that knew akuuko was ok, and so could see them both and be their friend but they couldn't see each -other- but wanted them too so much but he wouldn't and now he is in the Lady's temple and aschwar is still -looking- for him so much.'

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis asks, "...Responsible for what? Your friend Aschwar's feelings? Your friend Akuuko's fate?"

You have emoted: Gurashi looks up at Adrien, and even in the dark you can see their bright eyes, shiny with tears: 'She took akuuko because of me.'

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

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "I believe you."

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis asks, "So why do you think She did that?"

You have emoted: Gurashi stares at Adrien. They do not write.

Adrien tilts his head curiously at you.

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "...I have a hard time imagining it was without reason."

Adrien tilts his head curiously.

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "...I want to know what you think."

You have emoted: Gurashi sinks their teeth into their lip, then opens their mouth, then shuts it again, looking down at the notepad sadly.

You have emoted: Gurashi finally shakes their head, writing: 'i did something so She did this.' They stare at the page, then add: 'is my fault.'

Kindly, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis asks, "Do you feel like you're being punished? Picked on and bullied, perhaps? Or do you feel more like She's trying to help?"

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis asks, "Or... fix something?"

You have emoted: Gurashi furrows their brow, looking aside. Then they look up at Adrien, miserable, writing: 'we are of Her Glomdoring - if say unkindly things She will hurt akuuko.'

You think to yourself: .... ** soft, sad - want to tell, want to know ** ...

Kindly, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "I think She has Her own plans."

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "I want to know how this feels, to you. You are not assuming Her motives or plans, only explaining the results."

You have emoted: Gurashi stares at Adrien miserably.

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "Humor me."

You glance askance.

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "...If it makes you feel better, I'll eat the page when you're done."

You have emoted: Gurashi looks down at their hand tentatively, then reaches out for Adrien.

With several beats of his wings, Adrien alights upon your shoulder.

Kindly, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "I'm here."

Your melodic voice sings into Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis's mind, "** in the dark, you can feel Gurashi reaching out to you over the aethers, tentative - a touch of color, but mostly a wash of gray **."

You have emoted: Gurashi squeezes the notebook between their hands, stroking where their tears earlier ruined the page.

The cold voice of Adrien sends chills down your spine, "**a soft insectoid buzz meets your mind in turn, the sound oddly musical and warm.**."

Your melodic voice sings into Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis's mind, "** an attempt to share, wordless impressions beginning to form like painted images in your mind's eyes: a dracnari in bright saffron robes, seated before a beautiful villa. Your heart leaps with joy as you see them, and they get closer as you move. You see your own hand reach out, offering a chocolate and you realize by the pale freckled skin that - no, it is Gurashi's arm **."

Adrien tilts his head and listens intently to you.

Your melodic voice sings into Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis's mind, "** the dracnari lifts their head, and you can see now inside the robe, the right half of their body has been rended by some tragedy, leaning heavily on the staff that you see Gurashi holding before you. They decline the chocolate, and you see yourself sink, and sit. and you talk. and the talk is amicable, and you are happy to be here. Another time, outside towering doors to a room you cannot enter, and the dracnari is standing perpendicular to the ground, grinning down at you as if it were nothing - amazement - fascination - bright washes of saffron hues flecked with gold **."

Adrien purses his lips, deep in thought.

Your melodic voice sings into Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis's mind, "** you sit, together, and the conversation becomes deeper, more serious, about someone else, someone you love -very- much. tell adrien ** "That kid is worth so much more than a million of me." The thief looks at you, his eyes shimmering sadly. "Youse don't know the sort of plans the Shofet has for 'em, and they don't fully grasp how important they are" **."

Adrien purses his lips pensively, gazing off into the distance as he carefully gathers his thoughts.

Your melodic voice sings into Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis's mind, "** your own heart leaps in your throat - how could he think that? peoples are not worth more than other peoples - you look at their wounded half as you begin to worry, about the thief before you, and the other you both speak of. "So instead of making myself happy, I'm gonna...let them be happy." **."

You think to yourself: ** what does that mean **.

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "...I see."

Your melodic voice sings into Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis's mind, "** "Life stinks, kid." A hand on your shoulder. A sacrifice for someone else's well-being even though he's already sacrificed so much. " But you can remember what good youse had, and be glad youse had it." **."

You have emoted: Tears prick at the corner of Gurashi's eyes, and they fidget, then reach up and wipe at their eyes, writing: 'he deserves to be happy too, and cannot even ask him if is happy'.

You shake your head.

Adrien pats you in a friendly manner.

You glance askance.

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "...That's a beautiful empathy and compassion you have, you know."

You fidget impatiently.

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

Adrien gently reaches over and brushes a stray lock of hair from your eyes.

You have emoted: Gurashi writes: 'lord silence says is no room for compassion in glomdoring.' Their hand trembles as they lower the quill.

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "If that were true, we wouldn't push one another forward so strongly. Compassion comes in many forms, from wanting to bring happiness to others, to wanting to see them grow, to wanting to see what they look like without a mask."

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

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "I do not, despite my Lord's insistence to the contrary, believe compassion to be a fault in and by itself."

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "It is good to care about things. After all, the passionless would not live in the Glomdoring so readily."

You have emoted: Gurashi watches Adrien, their expression hard to read. Confused? Bewildered. You notice they are slightly recoiled, as if expecting you to scold or lash out, tail swishing side to side anxiously.

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "I commend you for it. It doesn't come quite so naturally to everyone."

Adrien purses his lips, deep in thought.

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "And I hope you do not give it up for anything. But I think it would be good for you to begin to extend that compassion towards yourself as readily as you do those that love you."

Your melodic voice sings into Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis's mind, "** still outreached, you can feel the colors grow bright, then dim - confusion - how is it can be O-K when -- suddenly it is the Lord Silence, looking right at you, His skin not quite so ashen as it is now, the visible snapdragons just barely poking out of the folds of His robe. He looks at you, and He speaks, and your whole body quakes in fear: "The beauty the Phrase thinks she sees is weakness, little one. Mercy and compassion." everyone is -staring- at you - how humiliating - confusion, conflicting emotion - do not know how to be anything else **."

You have emoted: Gurashi sniffs lightly, reaching up to rub at their nose.

You glance askance.

Adrien chuckles gently, nodding. "Ah, I see."

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "Compassion is not Mercy."

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

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "Compassion is simply caring. Investment, the ability to see worth in others that is worth cultivating."

You have emoted: Gurashi frowns deeper, rubbing their nose again.

You sniffle softly.

You glance askance.

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "Compassion in the Glomdoring takes the shape of wanting to help others grow into themselves. Which is what I feel towards you, my dear cousin."

Your melodic voice sings into Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis's mind, "** for a moment, the connection wavers. colors deepen to slate blue-gray - at one moment, so -happy-, thinking of your many friends, within and beyond the Glomdoring - the Beloved, the Unbroken, the Urchin, Lord Crumkane - suddenly, the crutch is thrown at your feet by a black widow spider that towers overhead. the noise is jarring, and your heart leaps into your throat again as you recognize it instantly -- **."

Adrien smiles softly at you.

Adrien gently reaches over and brushes a stray lock of hair from your eyes.

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "I can imagine that was quite a painful revelation."

Your melodic voice sings into Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis's mind, "** -- "eye for an eye" says the spider. all the joyful feelings, evaporated, instantly, leaving you ice cold. "Ah, I see. Gurashi does enjoy helping. So many friends... in so many places." The Lord Silence gazes down at you again, now, another time, recent, fresh, still painful, raw - you stare back into His piercing eyes and look at his ashen face and all you can think about is how can akuuko walk without it, and how scared and confused he must be **."

You lean on a crutch-staff bearing praises to the Lord, Lady, and Neither, covered in webs seeking consolation.

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

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "...I'm going to ask a few tangential questions."

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "What is the absolute worst outcome of this that you can imagine?"

Your melodic voice sings into Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis's mind, "** you feel them withdraw - pitch black, quiet, muted almost, like being underwater ... thoughtful ... **."

You have emoted: Gurashi squeezes the edges of their notepad, their eyes shiny with tears, looking suddenly very tired.

Adrien very gently rubs your shoulder where he sits. "I'm still here." He promises.

Your melodic voice sings into Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis's mind, "** slowly building color, muted, impressions appearing like brushstrokes on canvas - you see akuuko, sweet akuuko, their bright eyes and green scales, twisted into something terrible, not unlike the angry thornbeasts - or even worse, no longer being at all themselves - your stomach drops to your feet as you see your friends and commune mates turn on you at Her beck and call, because you knew it was a risk, but you asked and She was VERY mad at you anyway even though you love Her -so- much, and so you just wanted for once, just -once- to do something that made you absolutely -happy- -- **."

Adrien tilts his head and listens intently to you.

"I love you!" The bright and cheerful voice of Aschwar rings in your head.

Your melodic voice sings into Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis's mind, "** -- turned on, by your family, by your friends. A golden thread tied to your chest suddenly shorn. a red flower, barely a bloom, withering. suddenly, alone -again- - a great tae'dae rises before your mind, and as you gaze upon them you feel nothing but love and adoration - THIS must be aschwar - but they lumber over you, and you see them... angry... and turn on you... just like ..... **."

"I love you!" The bright and cheerful voice of Shulamit rings in your head.

(clan): You say, "STOP."
(clan): You say, "Omg adrien omg."
(clan): You say, "*CRY*."
(clan): Adrien says, "I assume Mysrai is -- yep."

You have emoted: Gurashi reaches up, lightly touching Adrien's hand with the tips of their fingers. They sniffle, gazing at Adrien in the dark.

Adrien gently reaches over and brushes a stray lock of hair from your eyes.

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis asks, "...And now kinder. What is the absolute best outcome you can imagine?"

You have emoted: Gurashi stares at Adrien, eyes shiny with tears.

Your melodic voice sings into Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis's mind, "** ... soft pastels ... **."

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "As wonderful as you can possibly think."

Your melodic voice sings into Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis's mind, "** .... akuuko wakes up... and is O-K ... and everyone forgives you ... and wants you to be happy too, even if it doesn't seem like what makes you happy is at ALL the same thing that makes Her happy .... and they still love you, and the Beloved still love you, and Aschwar understands and the Shofets will -help- you because you can do anything ... **."

You sniffle softly.

Adrien smiles softly.

Your melodic voice sings into Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis's mind, "** a wash of orange - Aschwar's bright voice, filling your heart with joy - "When you are a Beloved, you can do whatever it is that you want, so long as it is done in Love!" **."

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "The most likely outcome... is between those. You friend may be different, but he is not likely to be a monstrosity. Your friends may be upset, but they are very unlikely to push you away forever. I believe you will be forgiven; but I cannot promise that upset will not come first."

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "If I upset you - would you forgive me?"

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis asks, "Would you still love me, if I had hurt you? Especially if it was done in error, in kindness, and not in malice? Would you hold that against me forever?"

Shadows swirl around your arm as the Fingerblade of dha'Wyrden-cree digs itself more painfully into your finger.

You have emoted: Gurashi stares at Adrien, eyes widening... After a time, they nod shyly, looking concerned.

Your melodic voice sings into Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis's mind, "** again, with drawn - something deeper, more visceral, ruddy gray - hurt? **."

You have emoted: Gurashi writes: 'of course.'

You sniffle softly.

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis asks, "Why do you find youself unworthy of that same compassion? Why do you believe yourself to be skipped by it?"

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "As if you've done anything short of touch our lives for the better."

You have emoted: Gurashi suddenly looks very frustrated, huffing loudly and shaking their head, their horns nearly knocking you off their shoulder. They gasp and hold still promptly, flailing apologetically.

Adrien pats you in a friendly manner.

Kindly, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "It seems to me you have a scar on your heart that you have not yet forgiven yourself for, and so you feel beyond forgiveness."

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "Something a long time ago."

Your melodic voice sings into Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis's mind, "** no, no, more ruddy hues, a rising sense of frustration - you WANT to be forgiven - you don't see why you should not be - all you have ever done has been for your love of the Glomdoring, and your friends and your family and your allies - how is not telling peoples how GREAT the Glomdoring is not a form of love too?? **."

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "It is."

Your melodic voice sings into Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis's mind, "** why isn't it enough? am doing my -best- but is not enough - Xenthos still did not take your side, nor did the Shadow Court - and now you are worried for Akuuko and peoples look at you like you have two -heads- ??? waiting isn't enough! or is too much? or is the right or the wrong thing -- **."

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "And my dear Gurashi - I forgive you."

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "I do not think you've done wrong by anyone but yourself."

Esei tells you, "** You feel soft red thread brush against your skin. Love, love, love - it flows and pushes in waves like water. Then, it is gone. **."

Your melodic voice sings into Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis's mind, "** a sudden memory - an unfamiliar study, books, pages, a happy home - She is there, and She has answered your prayer, and She said -not no- so that is a YES - your heart soars! She touches your cheek - happy! So happy! **."

You wince in pain.

Your melodic voice sings into Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis's mind, "** "....I-I won't let You down, My Lady... nor the Glomdoring - I swear!" Gurashi's cheerful, familiar voice. Pastels. Everything was fine. Everything was good and you were happy -- **."

Your melodic voice sings into Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis's mind, "** the light leaves Her eyes, and suddenly, you feel pain in your face. sharp, deep - Her hand pulls away, covered in blood. "Oh, but My Gurashi." She steps back, into the shadows, all the joy you felt evaporating, again - stolen from you, again - "You already have." **."

Your melodic voice sings into Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis's mind, "** shock and awe and swirling kaleidoscopic colors - wait, is She mad? Or sad? Did do something wrong? you don't have time to make another thought as you hear a high-pitched whistle and suddenly find yourself pinned to the ground, immobile under the weight of a sickle - Her sickle **."

Your melodic voice sings into Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis's mind, "** only asked **."

Adrien closes his eyes for a moment, and the golden glint behind his glasses - the only visible thing in the dark room - vanishes. Until they open again. "....I can offer insight, if you would take comfort in it."

You have emoted: Gurashi nods, their eyes no longer shiny as they stare at some point on the floor, leaning heavily against a crutch-staff bearing praises to the Lord, Lady, and Neither, covered in webs.

You think to yourself: ** slow waves of muted color ... stomach churning, guilty, tired from feeling so guilty **.

"When you are Beloved, you can do anything you want, so long as it is done in Love!"

You have emoted: Gurashi lifts their gaze...

You think to yourself: ** i love you all so much **.

You think to yourself: ** gray-blue - hope will be enough **.

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "You belong here. You are loved: you are beloved, though not Beloved, by Our Gods. And for good reason: You are a very love-able person, my dear, dear cousin. Always kind, always looking to uplift. Do you not see why we would be sad to see your affections fall elsewhere...?"

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "The Lady was disappointed that you could not find your heart with us."

You sense the piercing eyes of Tridemon looking upon you.

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "And She does love you - She did not, after all, say no."

Adrien purses his lips pensively, gazing off into the distance as he carefully gathers his thoughts.

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "...Do you know why the Glomdoring has laws against worshipping Divine that do not devote Themselves to Us?"

You have emoted: Gurashi gazes at Adrien, hesitating before writing: 'someone tried before and didn't go well.'

Adrien nods his head emphatically.

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "The law was there before them, though. What do you think?"

<-- Tridemon scry

Your melodic voice sings into Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters's mind, "** quiet **."

You have emoted: Gurashi hesitates, before writing: 'nothing matters but glomdoring.'

You think to yourself: ** a weight, like a stone, right behind the sternum **.

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "...So we often echo."

Adrien purses his lips, deep in thought.

The melodious voice of Tridemon resonates in your mind, "Mornin'."

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "...Putting a pin in that for a moment."

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "Why did Her answer hurt?"

You have emoted: Gurashi stares tiredly still at Adrien, their tail swaying slowly behind them.

The melodious voice of Tridemon resonates in your mind, "What've you been up to?"

Your melodic voice sings into Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis's mind, ".... ** you see yourself - Gurashi - in the Glomdoring. And you love all the Divines, and They are all very good, and you are happy to do all that They ask, but joining an order ... a feeling, like a chasm that is impassable ... you don't know -why-. is just never something that blooms. never feels -quite- perfect? still, you are happy to serve, this is your home, after all and these are your friends ... **."

Your melodic voice sings into Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters's mind, "..... ** a lull of gray-blue acknowledgement **."

Adrien tilts his head and listens intently to you.

Your melodic voice sings into Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis's mind, ".... ** and then, Shulamit, and Aschwar.... ask if you want to join the Beloved .... and... your heart skips a beat. you have been around these people so often, have seen their struggles, heard their tales - your gaze settles on Aschwar - adoration, an urge to protect, to fix - they are like you and you are like them, and you -want- to suddenly, and you cannot believe it but you want to ..... but you cannot, because you know the law. and you tell them. their faces fall in unison. but you promise to ask - you will at the very least -ask- ... **."

Your melodic voice sings into Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis's mind, "** the Shofets's warm paw cupping your cheek, gentle, reassuring ... **."

Your melodic voice sings into Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis's mind, "** ... the same cheek the Lady of Roses later ripped open - a shock of white-hot pain, quickly dulled into gray, subdued **."

You give a pained sigh.

Your melodic voice sings into Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters's mind, ".... ** you see the outside of the Lady of Roses's temple, still inaccessible ** ...."

You think to yourself: ** gray-blue - one that am supposed to make happiest is unhappy with **.

Adrien tilts his head and listens intently.

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "...This is going to be a somewhat bold question."

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "Please answer honestly. Even if you need to take time to do so. I won't tell a soul, and I won't be upset."

You stare at Adrien, eyes wide.

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis asks, "Do you love Them more than you love The Glomdoring?"

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis asks, "Your friends abroad, and your Friend Above?"

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "...I ask this, knowing full well that one is capable of loving many things at once, especially you. I am not accusing you of not loving our home."

Adrien tilts his head and listens intently to you.

You have emoted: Gurashi's color leaves their face, and they furrow their brow, looking suddenly worried. Then, at this, their eyes widen, and they gasp, shaking their head. Suddenly quite frustrated, they write: 'why is matter of more or less? love the same! as much! i love one does not mean that do not also love the other? is not how works? isn't it? i do not know i thought that is how worked.' They drop the notepad and huff, then look up, suddenly confused.

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TRIDEMON'S POV
****

*scries Gurashi*

Gurashi's melodic voice sings into your mind, "** quiet **."

Cupping your hands before you, they fill with water and an image forms within of Gurashi at Amalgamate Dark (the Aetherways).

The hands on a dark pearl pocket watch with a clover charm read four o'clock in the morning. The phase of the moon is the Waning Crescent.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to The Basin's Friend, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo, "Mornin'."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to The Basin's Friend, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo, "What've you been up to?"

Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory says, "He can't hear you right now, you know."

Gurashi's melodic voice sings into your mind, "..... ** a lull of gray-blue acknowledgement **."

Mysrai consumes a mini strawberry jam tart leisurely, seeming to enjoy every bite.

https://pastebin.com/riqQAbK0 <-- READ THE FULL LOG HERE, IT'S SO GOD DAMN WORTH IT

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GURASHI'S POV
****

The melodious voice of Tridemon resonates in your mind, "Mmm... Could you come here a moment? There's an Urchin giving me a rather... predatory look, and I think you might need to convince Her not to steal the cake you made for my birthday."

You tilt your head curiously.

Your melodic voice sings into Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters's mind, "........ ** flat, confused - Urchin? **."

The melodious voice of Tridemon resonates in your mind, "Yes. In Ivory."

The melodious voice of Tridemon resonates in your mind, "Oh, no, now She has the cake."

You have emoted: Gurashi suddenly looks bewildered. All their earlier frustration replaced with confusion and disbelief. They look down at their notepad and write, below the other statement: 'i have to go.'

Repeating himself softly, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "You can love many things. I certainly do. Family, and commune, wife and child, the Guild that was, the guild that is, my path forward, my Lord and the Others."

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis asks, "...But I wonder who holds the majority of your heart. Us, or...?"

You glance askance.

Your melodic voice sings into Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters's mind, "** a wash of confusion and panic - periwinkle - eh?! oh ahhh coming! hurried, wrapping up !! **."

Adrien very gently, very briefly, presses his nose and forehead to your temple.

You have emoted: Gurashi stares at their feet, feeling Adrien's face close to theirs. They write the words 'Glomdoring', 'Beloved', 'Basin', and enclose all 3 in a heart before they lower the notepad.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks up, suddenly quite urgent. They heave a great sigh, squeezing a crutch-staff bearing praises to the Lord, Lady, and Neither, covered in webs again.

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "...It's a hard question. Please think about it? We can stop talking for today, if you need time."

You nod your head emphatically.

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "We've been at this a while, after all."

You have emoted: Gurashi paces lightly, exhaling and looking about in the dark for where they entered.

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis asks, "Are you feeling, at least.... calmer?"

The melodious voice of Tridemon resonates in your mind, "You should hurry, She's threatening to eat the happy part and only leave me with a belated birthday."

The melodious voice of Tridemon resonates in your mind, "Incidentally I'm just east of the Pool of Stars, if that helps."

You flail about helplessly.

You have emoted: Gurashi nods, though their urgent expression betrays this. They offer Adrien an awkward smile.

Adrien chuckles quietly to himself.

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "...One moment."

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "Closing thoughts."

You tilt your head and listen intently to Adrien.

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "I imagine the Lady of Webs believes the majority of your heart to be held elsewhere: I believe She is trying to win you back. If you want special permissions... you must show Her why you deserve them. You cannot do this if you appear to have other priorities in mind."

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "...I do not think that this will turn out for the worst, my dear cousin."

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "But I do not think you will get the best, either. You will need to find a middle ground that you can be happy with."

You stare blankly into space.

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "When you know what that is.... I can help you make that reality."

You nod your head at Adrien.

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "My lips are sealed on everything you've told me."

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "I will take it to my grave: Multiple times, if it comes to that."

You have emoted: Gurashi suddenly looks at Adrien, grateful, then panicked, nodding.

Adrien hugs you compassionately.

You hug Adrien compassionately.

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "But please don't leave that here."

In a quiet murmur, Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis says, "I'll let you out."

You follow Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis south to deep in the dark.

You nod your head emphatically.

You follow Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis to the Portals of Glomdoring.
The Portals of Glomdoring.
The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. The cylindrical chamber has been carved from marble veined with dark sediment, and polished to a lustrous smooth shine. Concentric circles are inlaid upon the floor, alternating with rings of black opal, onyx and dark amethyst. High above, the ceiling shines with a bright light that pulsates softly and steadily like a heartbeat. The air itself is charged with energy, veritably crackling with power. Completely motionless, a slender leothin intently surveys its surroundings. Proselyte Adrien Shee-Slaugh, the Omenwise Amanuensis is here, shrouded. He wields a subtle nekai in each hand. You see a sign here instructing you to use the PORTAL command to enter the aetherplex system. There is an aetherways portal here.
You see a single exit leading out.

You nod your head at Adrien.

You have emoted: Gurashi writes: 'thank you'

**RUNS OUTSIDE**

Reaching out with your mind, you grasp the harmonic song of the domothean energies as you seek Tridemon.

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ADRIEN'S POV, THROUGHOUT THE CONVERSATION IN THE DARK ...
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You think to yourself: **low, droning buzz.**.

You think to yourself: What a troubled child, this cousin of mine....

You think to yourself: He doesn't want to look at it. I wonder what it is....?

You think to yourself: What isn't he looking at?

You think to yourself: I want to see it.

You think to yourself: ShOw mE.

You think to yourself: You WILL tell me...

You think to yourself: .... Sooner or later, I always get what I want.

You think to yourself: ... I wonder why you push pain aside like you deserve it.

You think to yourself: You are going to be a most delicious project to unravel, my dear cousin.

You think to yourself: Share with me something twisted, cousin. Give me a screw to turn, give me something to play with.... Won't you kindly? I want to know.

You think to yourself: *Perfect*.... Oh, you are just, perfect.

You think to yourself: As if I would share anything so sweet....

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GURASHI'S POV
****

The lingering notes of harmonic purity swell to impossible heights as you step confidently through the song of reality itself.
The centre of Nautilus Pompilus at Voluta Diadema. (road).
This location is flooded with shallow, crystal clear water. Thick dreamy cotton clouds are spread across the firmament. Picturesque ash trees rise to either side of the avenue, their wide branches providing cool shade to the street. Two statuettes of shells have been set here, one a gleaming trumpet shell which opens eastward, and the other a colourful and patterned nautilus. The road itself is patterned as a nautilus, with mosaic bands of stone and shell starting in a small spiral and then swirling out to the southeast. A golden retriever is here, panting quietly to himself. A statue of a sleek snow phoenix with wings of sapphire ice stands here, memorialising her noble spirit. Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters lingers nearby, the air about him singing with the rush of the ocean. He wields a dazzling white staff crowned by a platinum pearl in his left hand. Hovering upside down in the air, Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory looms over Tridemon here, holding a cake just out of reach. She wields a layered sponge cake blooming with fruit-cut flowers in Her left hand.
You see exits leading east, southeast, and west.

You flail about helplessly.

You see the following people here:
Tridemon, Mysrai, Gurashi.

You give a horrified gasp.

You have emoted: Gurashi points at Mysrai, flailing.

You think to yourself: ** bursting forth do NOT--!! **.

You think to yourself: ** birthday cake is for birthday peoples!!! **.

LOOK MYSBY
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 three-layered tunic of bright ivory spreading ivory hieroglyphs about Her;
a cropped pair of deep grey trousers churning with dizzying movement;
a burgundy belt of leather cinching Her tunic closer to Her waist;
a hooded coat of striking rainbow hues with a living poppy embroidered on Her back.

LOOK T-MAN
He is a crystalline lucidian tidebourne demigod and his body is a strange combination of colours. Most of him is a deep violet colour, while his left arm is a combination of oceanic shades of deep blues and greens, shifting in a rhythmic, tidally slow dance. In addition, it appears that his fingers of his left hand, including his thumb, have an extra joint, tapering off to sharp- but not narrow- points. He doesn't have hair so much as sculpted spikes of crystal, flaring back along his skull almost like plumage. He also presents an odd form of heterochromia in his eyes, with his right eye simply being a somewhat darker violet as much of his crystalline flesh, while his left eye is broken up into three jagged sections, each approximately a third of the visible surface of his eye, showing amber, emerald and opal segments, with pupils occupying both the emerald and amber. A brilliant ivory light suffuses the air about him, pulsing occasionally with a sense of childlike joy as he carries the favour of Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory. A shifting pearlescence graces his skin as he walks with the truefavour of Carakhan, Sculptor of Waves. A steel-hued scar traces along his cheek, gifted by Terentia, the Even Bladed, for his mettle in the field of battle.
Resembling an entity from the cosmic planes, his head is wreathed in undulating strands of shimmering cosmic fire. Attuned to his moods, the chromatic waves are in constant flux, from rising up in a halo of incandescent anger to streaming back in ripples of pleasure.
He is wearing:
an Elemental Cloak
a pearlescent aspergillum
a resonating lens of cascading patterns
a hollow wedding band filled with sapphire-infused liquid
a resplendent amberlight blossom
the Mantle of Starlight
Thalassic Prayer Beads of the Sculptor of Waves wrapped around his left forearm, partially fused with the flesh there
a pair of thin spectacles worn slightly too low on his face to actually cover the entirety of his eyes
a symbol of Carakhan
a Celestian friendship bracelet
a ring of calming hues
a parafilament saddlebag
a silver necklace set with star sapphires
bright white robes of platinum waves
a dark pearl pocket watch with a clover charm
an amethyst crown representing the wine-dark sea
a weathered pair of travelling boots
a mark of Carakhan
a Runed Crown of Divine Light.

Mysrai suddenly looks incredibly guilty, the cake held in Her hands defying gravity as She holds it atop Tridemon's head. "Not even a LITTLE bite?"

Tridemon looks forlorn, with sparks of blue and gray spreading along the edges of his crystalline form, looking up at Mysrai and the birthday cake which is no longer on his person.

You have emoted: Gurashi shakes their head several times, panting for air, hair wild and face smeared and messy. They wave a few times.

You think to yourself: ** ahh! no! will make You a birthday cake of very own!! **.

You flail about helplessly.

Mysrai squints suspiciously at you, then at Tridemon, then once more at the cake in Her hands. She scoffs and releases, crossing Her arms over Her chest. "Fine. I didn't want fruit today ANYWAY!"

You give a horrified gasp.

The morsel slowly righting itself as it falls through the air at a leisurely pace, Mysrai gives a layered sponge cake blooming with fruit-cut flowers to Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters.

"Hmph!" Mysrai snorts.

You have emoted: Gurashi hops up and down, flailing and holding up a platter of sliced chocolate oranges with viridescent leaves high over their head, the oranges threatening to roll off as they bounce.

Mysrai vanishes abruptly in a fountain of ivory sparks, too affronted to even look at the other offered snacks.

Poof!

Tridemon perks up at the return of the cake, hugging it slightly.

You give a horrified gasp.

You have emoted: Gurashi lets out a silent scream.

You think to yourself: ** SHOOOOOFEEEEEETS **.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says to you, "Come on, I think I need to kidnap you now."

You have emoted: Gurashi heaves for air, lowering the platter of chocolate oranges and looking at Tridemon, bewildered.

You blink a few times and stare at Tridemon in confusion.

You think to yourself: ** but - your cake? is safe? **.

Tridemon beckons you to him.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Yep, it's safe."

You have emoted: Gurashi looks utterly dazed, falling into line behind Tridemon, confused.

You begin to follow Tridemon.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "And I have it on good authority that you are in need of some extra-strength hugs."

**walkies**

You follow Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters north to A cozy living room.

Tridemon ponders the situation.

Tridemon hugs you compassionately.

You have emoted: Gurashi lets out a noise as they are scooped into the hug, abruptly deflating. At once, it is like the life leaves their very body, and they slump into Tridemon's arms, clinging to the back of the lucidian's robes.

Tridemon hugs a little bit tighter, holding you against him, simply being a sturdy presence at the moment. Not entirely unlike a rock.

You think to yourself: ** dazed recollections of the few days before - new limbs and he needs his crutch and bleeding knuckles and dark, dark dark quiet talking and almost telling -everything- but never quite, teetering on this terrifying razor's edge - so much, too much -- **.

You have emoted: Gurashi opens their eyes finally, still red and puffy from what must have been a crying-session before their arrival. They look up at Tridemon with a miserable sigh, then drop their head again, tail wagging.

You think to yourself: ** seeing you, though, and the Shofets - such an imp! your heart suddenly soars, and everything doesn't feel -so- terrible ... **.

Tridemon reaches over and ruffles your hair with a fond expression.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Go on, sit on the couch so you can settle and center yourself."

You have emoted: Gurashi steps forward, dazed, approaching the nearest couch and sinking to sit against the far edge. They pull up their legs from the floor and huddle against the arm, still clinging to a crutch-staff bearing praises to the Lord, Lady, and Neither, covered in webs.

Tridemon gives a bottle to you.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Have some apple juice."

You have emoted: Gurashi takes the bottle with a grateful little nod, looking tiredly opposite themselves as they sip at it.

You think to yourself: ... ** concern - did reveal too much...? **.

You think to yourself: ... ** promised not to tell - Adrien is good - wouldn't tell anyone ** ...

Tridemon coughs softly.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "She mentioned that you were being interrogated by your family."

You think to yourself: ...... ** remembering the pain on Mister Nelras's face, [ReDACTED] - how that must have felt ** ....

You have emoted: Gurashi squeezes a bottle tighter, then looks up, frowning.

You think to yourself: ** curious - interrogated? **.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Being talked to. Or at. One of those."

Tridemon ponders a potent pot of poteen for a moment and says "Hrm..."

You have emoted: Gurashi rubs their knuckles absently, leaning their cheek against the staff as they stare across the room. They nod.

Tridemon glances down at your hand where you are rubbing.

ADDED:
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.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks up at Tridemon, suddenly aware he is staring. They quickly drop their hand and offer a grateful smile, lifting the bottle.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "What happened to your hand?"

You have emoted: Gurashi curls their fingers, then turns it over, running their other fingers over the palm. Their tail wags and they look up at Tridemon.

Tridemon drops Zanthasiel, the Rainbow Glory.
Zanthasiel, the Rainbow Glory begins to follow Tridemon obediently.

You think to yourself: ** a memory - standing beside Tonatiuh, a towering nagasith with a hypnotic gaze - surrounded by a raging inferno, your hand burns where he cut it but you are going to learn -something- - a seeker of Saffron - in your breathless urge to learn more, you come away with only greater mysteries, and a desire to own a pygmy sandojinn **.

You have emoted: Gurashi turns their hand over, touching the knuckles, the scars still fresh.

You think to yourself: ** anger - frustration - Aleyah's cheerful voice, mentioning...growing limbs? akuuko's growing limbs? suddenly hearing the tap tap tap gotta get it back to him - [REDACTED] --.

You think to yourself: Have.

Tridemon looks down at your hand again, but nods to you.

You think to yourself: ** suddenly outside Her temple, pulling the web, wanting entrance but -denied- but You HAVE to let me -in- because have to help him--.

You think to yourself: ** knocking, knocking, knocking until suddenly it hurts, and Esei and Adrien are pulling you away and you realize your hand is shredded and you've been striking bone on stone without even realizing --.

Tridemon raises an eyebrow, leaning in to give your hand a closer look.

You think to yourself: ** so caught up in desperation, the stone stained, the ground stained, Esei scolding gently, worried - Adrien's concerned face - but they don't understand, do not see how important this is --.

You have emoted: Gurashi lifts their gaze, then drops it again, raising the hand tentatively, curling their fingers.

You think to yourself: ... ** suddenly, deep indigo, apologetic **.

Tridemon pats you in a friendly manner.

You have emoted: Gurashi smiles weakly.

You have emoted: Gurashi drops their hand into their lap again, bunching their shoulders.

Tridemon sits himself down on a dark blue crystalline couch and makes himself comfortable.

You think to yourself: ** speaking with Adrien ... was so reassuring ... **.

Tridemon hugs you compassionately.

Barely audible, you whisper, "Nnf."

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Hey, look a noise. That's almost like a word."

The corners of Tridemon's mouth turn up as he grins mischeviously.

You have emoted: Gurashi bites their lower lip and grunts at the comment. They lean into Tridemon's embrace, tail wagging.

Barely audible, you whisper, "... hh..."

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Two almost-words in a row. Approval!"

You roll your eyes.

You have emoted: Gurashi opens their mouth, a few more beginnings of syllables managing to slip out, but none staying for very long. Their tail wags slowly, and they wrinkle their nose, huffing.

Tridemon ponders the situation.

Tridemon suddenly turns to you, and you watch as he reaches out and lightly boops you on the nose with a finger.

Barely audible, you whisper, "Nrf."

You narrow your eyes at Tridemon in an unnerving manner.

You have emoted: Gurashi reaches up to rub their nose, face scrunched.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "So, any progress with song?"

You blink.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks up at Tridemon suddenly, face lighting up.

You think to yourself: ** recollection - speaking to Xenthos - want to get the song, yes? catch... so fleeting, though, they are - cannot chase, have to wait - ahh, but ... something akin to a tune, gentle pastels **.

<-- And then... and then I lost this part of the fuggin LOG because I was logging on/off during thunderstorms and I clicked off and missed clicking back on *cries* but they recounted the ADVENTURES of the DAY and Tridemon was very good at giving hugs and being kindly. I have this snippet, which I managed to save from Discord, right after Gurashi asked if Tridemon would forgive Gurashi if anything happened to Akuuko:

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Tsk. If he doesn't do well, I'll just have to bite the Daughter of Roses."

You stare at Tridemon, eyes wide.

Glancing at Tridemon, you blanch suddenly.

You think to yourself: ** loud, as if they were yelling ** Noooo You CANNOT bite the LADY of ROSES **.

Beads of sweat break out on your face.

You think to yourself: ** uwahoh - daughter of roses? Oh no am getting Her titles wrong! **.

You have emoted: Gurashi sweats more.

Tridemon gives you a sharp-toothed grin that looks sharper than usual. Shark-like.

You have emoted: Gurashi suddenly reaches out and grabs either side of Tridemon's face, mushing your cheeks in a panic.

You think to yourself: ** put! away! those! Godly chompers!!!!!!!! **.

You think to yourself: ** no Godschomping!!!! **.

Slightly muffled, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says to Bizirik, the leothin, "Wanna do godchomping?"

Bizirik, the leothin nods her head sagely.

You give a horrified gasp.

You think to yourself: ** B I Z I R I K **.

Bizirik, the leothin snorts, looking pleased.

<-- and then went to get breads and went to bed EARLY because ughgugugh so tired. WHOTTA DAY.