Gift Planning

You tell Lord Zitto Shevat, a Servant Renewed, "May I deliver the two tea cups I am torn between for your scrutiny?"

Zitto tells you, "Perhaps I might come to you?"

You tell Lord Zitto Shevat, a Servant Renewed, "Oh! I would like this if you are content to!"

You feel a slight tug within your chest and the air around you sparkles with motes of bright light.
You sense Zitto pulling on the strands of aether surrounding you.

Among the sparkling motes of light, a translucent figure appears in the air and then quickly solidifies as Zitto comes into view.
Preceded by fluttering red streamers, a black paradise parrot with green-feathered wings arrives from the ether in a graceful descent.
Zitto has entered the area.

A small red squirrel scampers out to the northeast.

Zitto appears with a smile on his face. He is quick to close the distance between you and wrap you in a fond hug.

The breeze becomes somewhat stronger.

Birds fill your ears with serenades of happiness and love.

You have emoted: Carrying one tea cup in each hand, Lief answers Zitto's approach by wrapping her arms tightly about him. She adds an affectionate kiss on the cheek before she fully draws back and pulls the two options she considers between Zitto and herself, her expression uncertain.

The sun reaches the zenith of the firmament, pausing in his quest to allow the land to bask in his shining golden rays.

Lord Zitto Shevat, a Servant Renewed says, "Oh yes, I am here to judge teacups."

You have emoted: Lief's uncertainty breaks into laughter.

A playful grin on his face, Lord Zitto Shevat, a Servant Renewed says, "I quite forgot what I was doing when I saw you."

You have emoted: "As I so often do myself," Lief says, still laughing, relenting into another peck she places against the tip of Zitto's nose. "However, this is for your grandfather - and so it is *very* important."

Zitto adopts a tone of absolute solemnity. Only a twinkle in his eye suggests he is anything but absolutely serious when he dryly states, "Teacups, then. We must judge teacups."

You have emoted: "We must!" Lief protests, her laughter belied somewhat by the anxious knitting of her brow - she, at least, is serious. She holds one cup up for inspection and explains, "This is the rarer cup - it is my own design, one from my youth, and so it is not very adventurous. But it *does* speak to my sensibilities. Maybe he would like it?"

Presenting it for inspection, you give a bright chicory tea cup to Lord Zitto Shevat, a Servant Renewed.

Zitto takes the cup in both hands, considering it carefully. At length, he nods and hands the cup back to you.

Zitto gives a bright chicory tea cup to you.

Lord Zitto Shevat, a Servant Renewed says, "I think the fact that it is yours will add meaning to it. Not to mention it is a very cheerful little thing."

You have emoted: Lief flashes Zitto a warm smile, one that lingers before she shakes herself out of the glow of the praise. "This one," she explains, lifting the other, "is of shofangi design, and I get the sense your grandfather truly appreciates these flowers painted within it."

Likewise presenting it for inspection, you give a delicate clay tea cup patterned with lotus blossoms to Lord Zitto Shevat, a Servant Renewed.

Bursting open, the clouds in the sky release a light pitter-patter of rain.

You think to yourself: Goodness, but I love him.

Zitto considers the second cup with a furrowed brow and focused frown. He turns it about, looking at the lotus blossoms within the cup. Finally, he emits a long "hmmm" in contemplation.

You have emoted: "Do you see my struggle?" Lief laughs.

Lord Zitto Shevat, a Servant Renewed says, "Nothing for it. Have to give him both."

You have emoted: Lief's laughter fades into a look of horror. "They won't *match* if we do that."

Zitto shakes his head in disagreement. "Two sets," he insists. "The symbolism of each one matters. One to his tastes, one from your hands."

You have emoted: Lief hesitates, giving Zitto's words serious consideration. "Two *sets*..." she muses softly.

Shadows grow longer in anticipation for the return of their dark mistress as Father Sun's chase brings him closer to the world's edge.

With an odd mixture of excitement and fear, Lord Zitto Shevat, a Servant Renewed says, "He has woken."

Argent moonlight pierces the blue glow of the Flame of dae'Seren upon you, enshrouding you momentarily in a silver mantle.

You have emoted: Lief straightens. She wings away from Zitto and begins hurrying with the remainder of her work near a serene gift basket covered in flowers, her hands fumbling with one glass.

You wrap a Scroll of Sorcelglass around the glass, then peel it back, revealing a bright chicory tea cup.
You put a bright chicory tea cup into a serene gift basket covered in flowers.
You put a bright chicory tea cup into a serene gift basket covered in flowers.

-p basket
The scent of flowers is almost overpowering on this basket. The light wood takes on a golden hue, and flowers have been woven into the braided edges on the basket, petals scattered on the bottom. A piece of flimsy opaque cloth flows from the handle at the top, flapping with every gentle breeze but still hiding the contents inside unless checked closely. A burnished moonstone carved into a flower is fixated to the top, holding the bit of cloth in place.
It has 29 months of usefulness left.
It weighs about 1 pounds and 8 ounce(s).
It bears the distinctive mark of Unbroken Lief Myeras-Silvermoon.
A serene gift basket covered in flowers is holding:
"cake402929"                  a little apple blossom cake
"cake402631"                  a little apple blossom cake
"bottle164183"                a ceramic bottle painted in cherry blossoms (filled with white apple blossom tea)
"cup228161"                   a bright chicory tea cup
"cup246756"                   a bright chicory tea cup
5 items found.
It has the following aliases: basket.

You wrap a Scroll of Sorcelglass around the glass, then peel it back, revealing a delicate clay tea cup patterned with lotus blossoms.

You have emoted: Lief holds her hand out toward Zitto hopefully, the faintest tremble evident in her otherwise steady posture.

As the sun passes below the horizon's edge, Mother Night unveils her terrible, shadowy beauty, spreading darkness across the land.

Zitto takes your hand in his with a warm smile. "All will be well" he insists with a slight squeeze before leaning forward to plant a kiss on your cheek.

You have emoted: Lief laughs nervously, curling her fingers into Zitto's hand, using her grasp to steady herself further. "May I have the cup, or do you like it for yourself?"

Comprehension flashes across Zitto's face.

Daraius tells you, "Good evening, Minister. I am tending to some of my inventory but I am available at your leisure."

Zitto laughs at himself for a moment, letting go of your hand. He is quick to return the other cup, a mild look of embarrassment on his face.

Zitto gives a delicate clay tea cup patterned with lotus blossoms to you.

You tell Daraius Shevat, "Ah - it is wonderful to hear you! I'm putting the final touches on something, and then I too shall be ready."

[Zitto puts many glasses and bottles away, and among them is-]
Zitto puts a bosky whiskey bottle into a parafilament wallet.

You tell Daraius Shevat, "Would you be terribly opposed to Zitto joining us as well? I do think he misses you - oh, goodness, maybe I shouldn't have said that."

Across the heavens, the stars and moon challenge night's dark reign, revealing familiar constellations that tell the tales of myth and legend.

You have emoted: Lief is quiet for several moments, and then she flinches with her own embarrassment. Clearing her throat, she busies herself with tucking the cups inside a serene gift basket covered in flowers, and then she sits, drawing several deep and calming breaths.

You put a delicate clay tea cup patterned with lotus blossoms into a serene gift basket covered in flowers.
You put a delicate clay tea cup patterned with lotus blossoms into a serene gift basket covered in flowers.

Daraius tells you, "I will certainly object to the company of my grandpup, nor speculate as to why his missing me should be classified information."

Daraius tells you, "Certainly not object, I should say."

The chirping of crickets surrounds you in a medley of night-time music.

You tell Daraius Shevat, "Oh, I really appreciate it!"

You have emoted: Lief rummages through a serene gift basket covered in flowers, murmuring to herself, "Some of the apple blossom cakes, some of my apple blossom tea, and one, two, three...four tea cups."

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

Scooping the gift basket up into her arm, you ask Zitto, "Shall I present it as being from the both of us, my dearest?"

The wind whistles eerily through the trees.

Lord Zitto Shevat, a Servant Renewed says to you, "I do not wish to diminish your efforts."

You have emoted: Lief smiles fondly at Zitto. "Then I shall say the tea cups were a joint consideration."

You tell Daraius Shevat, "I do think we are ready to join you, if you have yet to change your mind!"

Zitto nods hesitantly. "I think you did most of the work, narrowing it down to those two," he protests lightly.

Daraius tells you, "I hope I am not believed to be so mercurial. Allow me just a moment to prepare the powderfruit tea."

You have emoted: Lief shuffles a serene gift basket covered in flowers on her arms to free one hand, the better to touch Zitto's arm. "I am certain you'd have done all of the work had you access to my catalogue of sorcelglass," she says, smiling.

You tell Daraius Shevat, "Certainly!"

You think to yourself: Does he think I've insulted him and called him mercurial...? I didn't mean to, I really didn't mean to!

The howl of a distant wolf momentarily silences the crickets.

Midnight shadows coalesce around a new day, and Mother Night embraces the land in utter darkness.
It is now the 15th of Avechary, 567 years after the Coming of Estarra.

Lord Zitto Shevat, a Servant Renewed says to you, "I think you give me too much credit, dear. You've much better taste than I do."

You have emoted: "On the contrary," Lief protests, anxiety breaking through despite her playful words. "'You have superior taste', do you not recall?"

Daraius tells you, "There we are. I am at your service now."

You begin to follow Zitto.

The howl of a distant wolf momentarily silences the crickets.

Zitto grins. "Only in baked goods, dear," he replies. "I hope you do not intend that Grandfather should eat the teacups."

You have emoted: Lief shuffles a serene gift basket covered in flowers until both her forearms hold it steady. She shakes her antlered head, horrified by the notion, but rather than verbalizing, she asks, "Will you take us to him? He says he is ready to receive us."

Zitto nods his head emphatically.

You follow Lord Zitto Shevat, a Servant Renewed to the Central Transphenortex Directorate.
Zitto has entered the area.