Summoned by the Empyreal

<-- Just got done spinning the wheel and getting my foods handed back to me via Esei

Confused, you ask, "I - why did they not want my cookies?"

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Let's see here... magical sulfur from the fountain..."

Bright and clear, you ask Tridemon, "They accepted my foods last time? Why not this time? Did I do something wrong?"

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Mm. Had you been joined to Celest last time?"

You have emoted: Gurashi quickly falls quiet. "Oh..."

You glance askance.

Bright and clear, you say, "...no ...."

You think to yourself: * a sudden deep thrum *.

Bracing white light briefly blinds your vision, fading to reveal a sidereal path to the Divine Fulcrux of Lantra, the Empyreal outlined in cold, glittering starlight.

Tridemon hugs you compassionately.

Bright and clear, you ask, "... ah....did yo usee ... the Lady Empyreal's Fulcrux, just now?"

You have emoted: Gurashi leans into Tridemon's embrace with a huff, staring at their feet.

Tridemon tilts his head curiously.

You have emoted: Gurashi blinks a few times, reaching up to rub at their eyes.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "What,
some kind of vision?"

Surprised, you say, "Uhm..." They cant their head in confusion. "... I think it was the Lady Lantra's Fulcrux..."

Esei tells you, "** You feel a cold brush of air against your skin, as if something is retreating from you... **."

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "... okay, that's an invitation and a call."

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

You follow Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters south to before a secluded mountain spring.

Bright and clear, you say, "Oh."

Before a secluded mountain spring.
Immaculate white marble glistens with a faint sparkle of mist as the narrow path opens up to reveal a shallow mountain spring, filled with the gentle sound of trickling water. Marbled shades of celadon blue dance across the smooth surface of the polished stone, resembling the way starlight dapples across the open sea as it emanates with a constant thrum of cool, luminous energy. A soothing breeze whispers throughout the hollow cavern, resounding within the alabaster walls with a lingering, watery echo. Shimmering over with water and light, a sparkling veil of white mist draws a starry curtain here. A slender leothin sits here motionless, brightening its surroundings with its natural golden bio-luminescence. 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.
You see a single exit leading north.

Bright and clear, you say, "Oh oh."

Tridemon points accusingly at a sparkling veil of white mist.

Bright and clear, you say, "... oh - is that ...."

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

Bright and clear, you ask, "Is this me? Is that me?"

You have emoted: Gurashi looks up to survey the entrance to the Fulcrux, their eyes wide.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "You got the vision. It's a call for you."

Eyes wide, you say, "A vision ... oh!"

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Go on, go in."

Your melodic voice sings into Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk's mind, "Ah! Hi! Uh - sorry you did not want the cookie!"
You nod your head sagely.

Bright and clear, you say to Bizirik, the leothin, "Bizi, stay here."

Bizirik, the leothin snorts knowingly, sinking to sit beside Tridemon, tail slapping the ground behind it. "Behave," The human warns, patting the creature's head twice.

Bizirik, the leothin begins to follow Tridemon.

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

You bounce up and down.

You part a sparkling veil of white mist, leaving your surroundings in a bright shimmer of water and light.
The Fulcrux of Lantra.
The rush of running water echoes throughout this alabaster sanctuary, its white pillars surrounded on all sides by shimmering waterfalls. Breathtaking stars twinkle across the misty falls as they collect into a luminous gazing pool, its rippling waters clear and sparkling as they reflect the open expanse of the celestial sky above. Caught in a graceful dance of duality, an immaculate white koi fish circles its dark twin in the glittering depths of the basin, continuing in a silent push and pull as their silhouettes form two halves of a whole. The white, blue and pink petals of assorted lotus flowers crown these starry waters with their regal beauty, standing at the feet of several stone priestesses who guard this place. The statues bow their veiled heads in silent prayer, each bearing a tilted celadon urn that overflows with the boundless light of healing waters. Shimmering over with water and light, a sparkling veil of white mist draws a starry curtain here. Impossibly still at the centre of this luminous pool of water and light, a single star lotus flower blooms brighter than all the others, its heart radiant as the dewy petals unfurl to reveal a beautiful, enchanting light.
There are no obvious exits.

You fidget impatiently.

The gentle sound of running water greets you with its quiet melody, the luminous pool at the centre of the Fulcrux glistening with light.

Esei tells you, "** Silence. **."

You have emoted: Gurashi blinks several times as they step in cautiously through the veil, standing up straighter. "Ah, uhm... L-Lady Em...pyreal, I think I heard Your ..." Their gaze drifts to the pool dominating the center of the Fulcrux, approaching it slowly. "...caaall... it is me - Gurashi."

Ripples of celestial light radiate out from the centre of the luminous pool as a soft, feminine voice echoes, "Hail, Gurashi, new child of the Light. Your eyes and ears did not deceive you."

Ripples of celestial light radiate out from the centre of the luminous pool as a soft, feminine voice echoes, "Yours has been a unique journey to Our holy city, has it not?"

You have emoted: At last Gurashi bows deeply, stopping once they are less than a foot from the edge of the water. "Hi, hi... uhm," They puff their cheeks, looking around the room for the source of the voice before settling on staring at the center of the pool. "Unique? I mean... thought everybody's journey is unique, Miss?"

Soft laughter as light as a gentle rain ripples about the luminous pool, the melodious sound resonating throughout the Fulcrux.

Ripples of celestial light radiate out from the centre of the luminous pool as a soft, feminine voice echoes, "I suppose there is some Wisdom in saying so. Some months prior, I sensed your presence in My Fulcrux. As if you desired audience with Me."

You huff, puffing your cheeks.

You have emoted: Gurashi puffs their cheeks. "...oh. Gosh." Their face blanches somewhat. "I remember coming. And, I remember at one point offering.. my...help? Because, You had just arrived. And coming somewhere new can be kind of weird, I think, even if are Divine? But, also I remember visiting and I think wanting to make sure You had lots of Esteems... my memory is badly these days," They tap their chin, staring at the center of the pool.

Bright and clear, you say, "...I wanted... to know MORE about You, too because, I know really -nothing-."

Bright and clear, you say, "And, peoples speak so -highly- of You, and, now I am living in New Celest!" They gasp, staring down at their own reflection in the pool. "And, Miss Yinuish said she was going to start quizzing me so I have to keep learning about the City of Light and its peoples and Patrons." Another pause. "Matrons?"

You look about in confusion.

You think to yourself: * an anxious thrum accompanying a swell of cool pastel colors - periwinkle and cerulean, shiny and curious *.

Ripples of celestial light radiate out from the centre of the luminous pool as a soft, feminine voice echoes, "Nothing? I see. It is true that I am not as boisterous as many of My cousins, and rarely place Myself in affairs outside of My city, New Celest. I do not announce Myself as often as others do."

Perking up, you say, "Uhm. I know You were a healer..."

You have emoted: Gurashi carefully leans down, then settles on their knees beside the water's edge. "Were? Are. And, doves are very important to You."

Ripples of celestial light radiate out from the centre of the luminous pool as a soft, feminine voice echoes, "I was of the Hamadhi, yes. The Third Circle who tended to the half-formed and healed Elders who were wounded in battle. I understand mortal history of the Elder Wars has immortalized that much of Me."

Your melodic voice sings into Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk's mind, "* suddenly, a distracted thrum, a hum, a swell of colors * I am so sorry, am speaking with the Lady Empyreal! Or, the Pool that She talks through. You do not have to accept my gifts - am sorry if made feel awkward or upset you... ah, again."

You have emoted: Gurashi nods, folding their arms over their knees and leaning forward, the top of their head barely visible in their reflection at the water's edge. "That must have been scary..."

Esei tells you, "** Numb, cold, echoing silence... **."

Ripples of celestial light radiate out from the centre of the luminous pool as a soft, feminine voice echoes, "We were few in number, a rarity even among the Divine. Yet We took great pride in the sanctity of Our work." There is a pause as the watery echo of Her words ripples throughout the Fulcrux. "Until some of Us perverted the art with the touch of the Elixir, of course. Those who did deserve the title of Hamadhi no longer."

You tilt your head, gaze softening as you frown.

Ripples of celestial light radiate out from the centre of the luminous pool as a soft, feminine voice echoes, "Does healing frighten you, then?"

You have emoted: Gurashi cants their head deeper to the left. "Healing? Goodness, no. What is scary about making someone better?" They huff, confused.

Ripples of celestial light radiate out from the centre of the luminous pool as a soft, feminine voice echoes, "The possibility of failure."

You have emoted: Gurashi blinks once. "...oh..." Their shoulders sag somewhat. "Ah, yeah. That is sort of what was thinking about." They begin to pick at the edge of their nails, staring intently at the water. "Seeing battle, or the aftermath of it."

Ripples of celestial light radiate out from the centre of the luminous pool as a soft, feminine voice echoes, "To tear something asunder is a far easier act than to restore to its proper place, yes. Destruction is forever a careless cousin to the slow and careful work of Creation."

Your melodic voice sings into Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk's mind, "It is O-K. I love you very muchly, you can feel however want about me, O-K? Will give you cookies again when are ready."

You have emoted: Gurashi nods sagely at the pool of water, their solemn expression warped by the rippling waters. "Yeah... so, no. Healing doesn't scare me. Because failing might happen, but should at least -try-, yes yes?"

A stirring breeze caresses your exposed skin, sending shivers through your body.

Esei tells you, "** Your words echo back at you... hollow, faded. **."

You have emoted: Gurashi's lip twitches, and they briefly glance aside before returning their full attention to the pool before them, sighing.

Ripples of celestial light radiate out from the centre of the luminous pool as a soft, feminine voice echoes, "To cease resisting destruction is to embrace it. Thus mortals refused to lie prone before the Soulless Gods and accept their death, and so too did the Elders fight and protect one another until Our last."

Ripples of celestial light radiate out from the centre of the luminous pool as a soft, feminine voice echoes, "As a Hamadhi, I accepted the limits of My own power. But I strove to overcome them, when able."

You nod your head sagely.

You eyes light up as you smile.

Cheerfully, you say, "And here You are now, Miss!"

Bright and clear, you ask, "Do You like the Basin? Are happy here?"

Soft laughter as light as a gentle rain ripples about the luminous pool, the melodious sound resonating throughout the Fulcrux.

Ripples of celestial light radiate out from the centre of the luminous pool as a soft, feminine voice echoes, "The City of New Celest is a beacon which shines before the Basin of Life. The Supernals I once tended thrive under the care of Meridian's shards. My cousins Terentia and Carakhan are well, and My Brother though distant smiles upon this city with His Divine approval. And though He is no more, the Lord Exalted favoured it too, and left His mark upon this place. To take upon this mantle is a sacred duty. I suppose you could say I now nurture the children of the Light as I once did the half-formed of Celestia."

Ripples of celestial light radiate out from the centre of the luminous pool as a soft, feminine voice echoes, "And I shall protect the city of the Light until My last, from any and all influence that might lead My children astray."

You have emoted: Gurashi nods several times, again folding their arms over their knees. They begin to rock in their spot slightly, smiling down at the pool of water before them.

Bright and clear, you say, "That is really goodly."

The statues that overlook the luminous pool seem to turn and look upon you for a moment, scrutinizing you with their impassive gaze. All is silent for a moment, save for the water rippling throughout the Fulcrux.

You have emoted: Gurashi glances up briefly, furrowing their brow as their rocking momentarily stills ...

Ripples of celestial light radiate out from the centre of the luminous pool as a soft, feminine voice echoes, "I wonder. Will your Divine lead My children astray, Gurashi?"

You tilt your head, gaze softening as you frown.

Bright and clear, you ask, "...huh?"

In disbelief, you say, "What? No!"

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

Ripples of celestial light radiate out from the centre of the luminous pool as a soft, feminine voice echoes, "Your heart is sworn to the Thief of Hidden Apogees, is it not? Or do I sense wrongly?"

You have emoted: Gurashi quickly pushes themselves up to their feet, taking a cautious step backwards and lacing their hands together. "N-no, it is true." They quickly extend their right arm, turning it over to expose the prayer beads strewn about their wrist. "See?"

Pinpricks of celestial light settle upon the prayer beads on your wrist, illuminating the holy relic in a cold, starry glow.

Earnestly, you say, "If They wanted to be meanly or bad to other peoples, then I would not have tried so hard to follow Them, I promise!"

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

Ripples of celestial light radiate out from the centre of the luminous pool as a soft, feminine voice echoes, "Do you suppose then that Mysrai is not capable of great cruelty, or chaotic whims?"

Their voice rising a nervous octave, you say, "I mean ...everybody, is ..."

You think to yourself: * a brief recollection - snow white hair, brilliant green eyes staring hard at you, bearing over you scythe in hand -- *.

You tilt your head, gaze softening as you frown.

Ripples of celestial light radiate out from the centre of the luminous pool as a soft, feminine voice echoes, "Even I, who holds no interest in the affairs of the Glomdoring, witnessed the chaos they rendered in your home, and the exodus that led you here."

You think to yourself: * the panic begins to dull and instead descend into a heavy gray ache *.

Even as the ache settles into the pit of your stomach, a petal droops from the poppy tucked behind your left ear, just barely bobbing into your vision.

Light spreads across your back in numerous colours and hues, enfolding you like butterfly wings.

You have emoted: Gurashi says nothing at this, looking out over the water again, their eyes shiny. They wring their hands together. "...I did not mean for it to be so muchly."

Ripples of celestial light radiate out from the centre of the luminous pool as a soft, feminine voice echoes, "You have chosen Dynara's embodiment of Chaos as your patron, and They sow it at every opportunity - for it is Their birthright and Their nature, just as Zvoltz's is the seeking of Order. I have lived hundreds of thousands of years, child. I have witnessed the cost of such dangerous whims, before even the the first mortal drew breath."

You have emoted: Gurashi quickly shuts their mouth again, pressing their hands nervously to their sternum as they listen to the voice echo around them.

Ripples of celestial light radiate out from the centre of the luminous pool as a soft, feminine voice echoes, "Do you bring chaos to My city then, Gurashi?"

You have emoted: Gurashi sets their jaw firmly, shoulders bunching as they take a deep, slow breath. "...the best... reality." They say at last, tentative. "...is what I am learning how to do ... from Them." They swallow hard. "With Them?"

The rippling waters still for a moment as the boundless light of the star lotus at the pool's centre shimmers with a searing white brilliance.

Cheliyi tells you, "**bright green and yellow** Hello Dad! Are you well, yes? I know we have both been busy this year."

Weakly, you say, "In Chaos, with Destruction, can be just as much ... healing, and goodness, too."

Pinpricks of celestial light coalesce into the faint outline of a star lotus, which blossoms open to reveal the regal figure of Lantra, the Empyreal.

Bright and clear, you say, "And, -learning-. And change."

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

Gasping, you say, "O-Oh!"

You turn to Lantra, suddenly bending at the waist to offer a polite half-bow.

LOOK LANTRA
Her slight and statuesque figure exuding a sense of restrained dignity, She is a radiant immortal and possessed of a quiet and unassuming stillness. The Goddess's olive-skinned complexion shines with the dusky radiance of youth, and yet the ancient burden of duty weighs heavily upon Her shoulders, carried with a silent and practised grace. Lost to contemplation, She appraises Her surroundings with a distant air; the grey-tinged gaze of Her celadon blue eyes remains as fathomless and inscrutable as the hazy mists of a waterfall. Despite the seriousness of Her first impressions, however, a gentle smile graces Her lips with an almost maternal tenderness. Her every movement is characterised of an unhurried elegance and poise, reflective of an inner peace as She emanates a soothing white light.
Shimmering tresses of palest starlight spill down Her shoulders in a curtain of white to end at Her waist, nary a strand out of place. Motes of silver and celadon blue interweave through Her immaculate coif, their whispers of colour evoking a breathtaking celestial radiance.
She is wearing:
immaculate vestments of purest white starlight that wreathe Her in a celestial glow
a cascading veil of mist and water lilies that shrouds Her and trails at Her feet
elevated sandals of woven willow leaves that leave lambent motes with each step
a gold damask cope clasped with a radiant star lotus that covers Her shoulders in a heavy mantle.

Her voice calm, and yet tinged with weariness, Lantra, the Empyreal says, "Chaos as healing? You speak with such confidence of things you do not understand."

The Goddess Lantra wordlessly raises a hand, Her expression inscrutable as She smiles thinly.

In answer to the Goddess's summons, the sacred spear of Atonement manifests before Her in a burst of water and light.

Lantra begins to wield Atonement in Her left hand.

Your melodic voice sings into Devotee of the Tah'vrai, Cheliyi, the Pebble in the Pond's mind, "* a spark of color - surprise, distraction * Oh! Gosh! Uh! Mine-child! I will talk to you shortly, am speaking with Lady Empyreal, Tridemon's brains might be wandering, but WE have to look at the ... ..... * the voice trials off *."

You tilt your head, gaze softening as you frown.

Weakly, you say, "Am not a healer ... just a bug." A pause. "Some times a peoples. Who does musics."

Holding aloft the spear as one might a sceptre, Lantra, the Empyreal says, "Your patron once called to Me with a similar plea on behalf of chaos. They believed My healing was a weapon to be utilized in Their bid for freedom and rebellion."

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

Cheliyi tells you, "Oh! I see, yes yes! Enjoy your time, yes. I will go poke Mister Dad."

Now pointing the spear towards you, in a gesture so gentle it seems disarming, Lantra, the Empyreal says, "Do you suppose the Elders only knew war when the Soulless drew near, Gurashi? Or that We never fought among Ourselves, as mortals do? Mortals, who are shards of the Star Gods themselves?"

Their eyes wide, you say, "... I do not know, I never thought that far back."

The melodious voice of Aleyah resonates in your mind, "Protege Gurashi! How are you?"

Lantra's expression turns amused, and then almost pitying as She raises the spear of Atonement high above Her. Her words are calm, but laced with a quiet threat: "Then I shall have to educate you, child. Lest you allow the ruins of the past to undo My present."

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

You think to yourself: ... * another deep ache, a pang of fear * ... oh ....

You have emoted: Gurashi says nothing, does nothing, their eyes wide, glued to their spot as they stare up at the point of the spear bearing down on them.

You think to yourself: ... what do I do ...

You think to yourself: ... just wanted to be good ...

The stench of decaying flesh fills your nostrils, despite the beauty and serenity of the Fulcrux around you. It is so putrid you gag, almost unable to bear the scent alone - and then the visions of the corpses greet you. Mangled. Severed. Rotting.

You think to yourself: !

In the distance, you see countless Elders - most unfamiliar, each armed to the teeth - battling one another in an unending vie for dominance. On one side, you see the tall figure of Zvoltz, the Architect, His expression cold and distant as He considers the massacre before Him. And then opposing Him - your patron. The Divine, Mysrai. But there is something unrecognisable in Their gaze, something alien from the patron you know you serve now.

Mother Moon rises and falls, as does Father Sun, the battle seeming to last for days... months... years, you realize with a start. How many, it is impossible to say. But witnessing them all pass, you see a lone figure - the figure of Lantra, the Empyreal - tending the bodies left in the battle's wake.

The healing is slow and steady, while the battle rages with an unmatched fervor. It is a patient art, while battle is swift and unyielding. The juxtaposition of the two is jarring, until at last the shouts of battle fade, and the image of war fades with it. At last, you stand before merely a luminous pool of water once more.

The melodious voice of Aleyah resonates in your mind, "... Protege?"

You have emoted: Gurashi is rigid as they bear witness to the vision, their only movement their hands as they fly to their mouth to keep them from gagging. They watch, silent, awed, fingers curling against their mouth as they gaze upon the lonely Empyreal, then down at the pool, blinking as if nothing ever happened.

Lantra lowers the spear of Atonement, Her gentle voice echoing throughout the chamber once more. "Child of the Light," the Goddess says, "I seek no quarrel with you, so long as your Divine seeks no quarrel with My city. Do not forget the Wisdom I have shown you this day. We Elders do not change so easily."

You have emoted: Gurashi suddenly finds their face wet, reaching up to wipe at their cheek before lifting their gaze at last to Lantra.

Weakly, you say to Lantra, "I do not want to have any quarrels with New Celest either, I promise ..."

The Empyreal Goddess relinquishes Her grip on the sacred spear of Atonement, which abruptly vanishes in a burst of water and light.

Your melodic voice sings into Lady Aleyah Shee-Slaugh, The Briar-Childe's mind, "... ah - s-sorry, am .... speaking to Someone at the moment - can I speak to afterwards??"

The melodious voice of Aleyah resonates in your mind, "Oh! Sure!"

With almost maternal tenderness, Lantra, the Empyreal says, "Then I welcome you to the City of Light, child."

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

A quiet breeze sweeps through the vicinity as Lantra, the Empyreal dissolves in a luminous swirl of white lotus petals, leaving only twinkling motes of starlight in Her wake.

Your heart pangs as a vision flashes through your mind unbidden. The pure, unadulterated fury in the voice that whispered throughout the villa. "...naughty..." The briefest flash of recognition dawns on you as you recall the sight of your Patron facing Their Brother, with naught but murderous, bloodthirsty intent there.

Lantra, the Empyreal has bestowed Her divine truefavour upon you. It will last for 1 month.

You look about in confusion.

You think to yourself: ... a goodliest reality ...

Ripples of celestial light radiate out from the centre of the luminous pool as a soft, feminine voice echoes, "Do not disappoint Me."

A sparkling veil of mist descends upon the Fulcrux of Lantra, bathing you in water and light. When it is gone, only echoes ripple in the luminous pool before you.

Dripping water echoes enchantingly in the distance.

You have emoted: Gurashi reaches up again to wipe at their face, glancing down warily at the pool and taking another step back. "...thank You, for Your ...time and, stories," They manage to whisper, bowing at their waist.

You sniffle softly.

You part a sparkling veil of white mist, leaving your surroundings in a bright shimmer of water and light.

Before a secluded mountain spring.
Immaculate white marble glistens with a faint sparkle of mist as the narrow path opens up to reveal a shallow mountain spring, filled with the gentle sound of trickling water. Marbled shades of celadon blue dance across the smooth surface of the polished stone, resembling the way starlight dapples across the open sea as it emanates with a constant thrum of cool, luminous energy. A soothing breeze whispers throughout the hollow cavern, resounding within the alabaster walls with a lingering, watery echo. Shimmering over with water and light, a sparkling veil of white mist draws a starry curtain here. 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.
You see a single exit leading north.

You have emoted: Gurashi glances up, wiping their eyes. "Hi, hi. Sorry took so long," They murmur.

You sniffle softly.

You think to yourself: * dull throbbing colors *.

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

Tridemon gives you a friendly cuddle.

You have emoted: Gurashi reaches up, scratching at their temple. "...She has feelings about the Shofets."

Tridemon ponders you thoughtfully, looking you up and down.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says to you, "Not great feelings?"

You think to yourself: ...is right to, is Her right to ...

You have emoted: Gurashi doesn't answer, wringing their hands together, eyes still red from their recent tears. "Lots of peoples tried to talk to me in there...I should..." They shake their head.

You think to yourself: They are -good-.

Tridemon reaches up and lightly boops you on the nose.

You have emoted: Gurashi reaches up suddenly, rubbing their face. "Mm. Goodliest reality. Right. Yes."

You huff, puffing your cheeks.

Scratching their nose, you say, "I am really no good at talking about things ..."

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Do your best and be your best."

Glancing at the veil, you say to Tridemon, "I really ... did. I just..."

You glance askance.

Your shoulders sag slightly as you sigh.

Bright and clear, you say to Tridemon, "They HAVE to be good! I know They are!"

Bright and clear, you say to Tridemon, "I have seen it! And the stuff They teach is good, too!"

You have emoted: Gurashi , flustered, claps their hands over their face. "Sorry. I have muchly to think about."

Bright and clear, you say, "Let's go find Cheliyi."