Solstice in Glomdoring: Day 3, The Exchange

[[Since so many people left we re-played the play from the night before. Way more viewers! Since I already posted it once I redacted the play from this log but left in people's absolutely endearing reactions <3]]

Overlooking Glomdoring Forest.
Hundreds upon hundreds of thick white snowflakes are falling from the heavens. Casting darkness all around, a shadow totem thrusts up from the ground, chilling the air. A rowan sapling clings tenaciously to the ground here. In the shape of an open palm, a metallic sigil lies here. There are 31 bowls of chicken and dumpling soup here. There are 3 cookies resembling a buckeye here. There are 4 white chocolate avalanche cookies here. There are 24 white chocolate and peppermint solstice cookies here. A chocolate peppermint crinkle cookie rests here, powdered sugar coating slowly wearing away. A plump bumblebee cookie awaits consumption. There are 2 dark mint chocolate leothin cookies here. There are 3 jolly tae'dae cookies filled with honey here. A strange tea cup rests here, very much resembling many fused cicada wings. There are 20 lilac ombre lyrebird tea cups here.
You see exits leading northeast and northwest.

You click your mandibles together energetically, chittering to yourself.

You have emoted: Gurashi wrings his hands together nervously, looking about the food gathered.

You have emoted: Gurashi clasps his hands together at his chest, heaving a great, happy sigh.

Xenthos begins to follow you.

You have emoted: Gurashi sighs loudly, hands on his hips.

With a flourish, Xenthos slips a ravenous crow-beaked bardiche into a Baldric of Klangratch.
Drawing a black avian hilted katana out of a Baldric of Klangratch fluidly, Xenthos thrusts it high above his head, saluting all around him before slicing it back down through the air to a ready position.

You stare implacably at Xenthos.

You have emoted: Gurashi watches, eyes wide.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "Training myself to switch between the weapon styles."

You have emoted: Gurashi continues to watch, nodding once.

With a flourish, Xenthos slips a black avian hilted katana into a Baldric of Klangratch.
Drawing a ravenous crow-beaked bardiche out of a Baldric of Klangratch fluidly, Xenthos thrusts it high above his head, saluting all around him before slicing it back down through the air to a ready position.

You have emoted: Gurashi watches Xenthos, finding a spot to sit nearby on a makeshift seat.

A wooden songbird raises its voice in song at you.

A wooden songbird says to you, "Warmest greetings, Master Impresario." The bird dips mid-flight in simulation of a curtsy. "My employer regrets to inform you he is currently, quote, 'losing his shit' but hopes to be in presentable condition within a day or so."

A wooden songbird chirps joyously before flying away.

You stare blankly into space.

Faintly buzzing, you whisper, "What."

You look about in confusion.

Confused, you ask, "What is...an ...impersonario?"

Black sand swirls across the forest floor, coiling in a small mound before you before fading and leaving a strange, foreign flower on the ground where there was nothing. A giggling voice rings through the air, saying, "Happy Solstice!"

You blink.

Xenthos ponders a strangely chitined poppy thoughtfully, looking it up and down.

Xenthos proudly shows off a strangely chitined poppy:
Silken petals of vibrant orange and deep black spiral around the bell-shaped interior of this delicate blossom. A strange, glassy chitin has encased the flower, enforcing and protecting its growth in purple-stained armour. Beneath the flower, the stem has been snipped to little more than a stub, only a single leaf remaining that glistens with a frozen tear of dew that has been perfectly captured in a silvery glass dollop. The scent of honey rises powerfully from the guarded petals, sweet without being too overpowering.

Faintly buzzing, you exclaim to Xenthos, "Ah!"

With a gasp, you exclaim, "From Friend Liar!!"

Xenthos gives a strangely chitined poppy to you.

You have emoted: Gurashi takes the flower, holding it up to examine it closely. "Is beautiful!"

The sand fades and begins to flow away, dissipating into nothingness and leaving you alone once more.

You beam broadly.

Calling out into the forest, you exclaim, "Already asked friend to remake your apron, so will have replacement soon!!"

You wave goodbye.

(The Shadow Kindred): You say, "Liar is too good for this earth."

You slip into a strangely chitined poppy.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks over the flower again, fondly, before ever-so-carefully replacing his current poppy attached to his vest with the new one.

Beaming, you say, "I love it."

You have emoted: Gurashi hums softly to himself, inspecting the poppy from time to time. "Oh, should mention on Crux that play and party start in a day?"

Xenthos nods his head in agreement.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "Yes."

(The Crux): You say, "Hello again, friends and allies! Final day of Solstice in Glomdoring Festival will begin in approximately a day! Join us at weave for a most spectacular play, followed by a party and the Secret Solstice Gift Exchange! Hope to see all there!"

(The Crux): You say, "Remember, if signed up for Secret Solstice, let know if you will be late on your present delivery so do not mark as a 'no-presents-persons' ..."

You hear a rustling and turn to see Esei, riding Dusan, the coruscant, emerging from the undergrowth.

The Divine voice of Aonia, the Loom Mistress echoes in your head, "Hi! You might've worked this out already, but at some point today Glomdoring's Solstice quest is going to be released. This is going to interrupt your festival briefly - I can't tell you when exactly, but we wanted to give you a heads up that this is going to happen."

The wind whistles eerily through the branches overhead.

Esei stares blankly into space.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Aonia, the Loom Mistress, "//Please feel free to interrupt ... for got the love of all good things please at least allow 15 minutes at weave for Xenthos to show his play to a larger audience LOL."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Aonia, the Loom Mistress, "//He was so sad when everyone left lol!!"

The Divine voice of Aonia, the Loom Mistress echoes in your head, "We'll try and make it happen at a good point as best we can. Don't panic when it does, because it won't take long and we'll encourage people to get back to your event!"

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Aonia, the Loom Mistress, "//thank you for the heads up <3 Ah! No We're all excited for the Glomdoring thing to happen! It's going to be amazing I just know it! You do you boo!"

The Divine voice of Aonia, the Loom Mistress echoes in your head, "Thank you! Good luck with everything today, and know that you've bought everyone up here a lot of Solstice joy!"

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Aonia, the Loom Mistress, "// ;A;!!!!!!!!!!!"

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Aonia, the Loom Mistress, "//*UGLY CRY* thank you, you too jdkslah."

A shimmering power ripples through the sky and the clouds thicken slightly.

You blink.

Suddenly, you ask, "Did see that...?"

You stare implacably at Xenthos.

You have emoted: Gurashi stares up.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "That was a shaman."

You blink.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "Corissai?"

Faintly buzzing, you ask Xenthos, "Is that why is snowing...?"

You tilt your head curiously.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "It might be."

You peer about yourself unscrupulously.

Faintly buzzing, you say to Xenthos, "Maybe Mister Ironbeard put in a request for us."

A shimmering power ripples through the sky and the wind blows harder and faster.

You have emoted: Gurashi reaches up, holding his hat a little firmer to his head.

Esei pats Bizirik, the leothin in a friendly manner.
Bizirik, the leothin stares blankly at Esei. After a moment its tail lifts once then thumps back against the ground with potential delight.

You give a short gasp of elation.

You display a strangely chitined poppy for all in the room to see.

Esei tilts their head curiously at you.

Esei blinks.

Seer Esei of the Ascending Dusk says, "...whose..."

You have emoted: Gurashi touches the poppy lovingly. "Is from Friend Liar! For Solstice...am so happy, wish could cry!"

<--gnoooomes!

You have emoted: Gurashi sniffs once, making sure the flower is still affixed. "Am so glad they had fun."

(Glomdoring): Corissai says, "At the height of the blizzard, there will be a reading of the Wendigo's Lament. Once the Glomdoring's gnome hunt has concluded, of course."

You hear a rustling and turn to see Corissai emerging from the undergrowth.

Esei pats you in a friendly manner.

You blink.

You chirp happily at Corissai.

Nascent Corissai, Attendant to the Wyrd says, "Poor timing, for gnomes."

Corissai ponders you thoughtfully, looking you up and down.

Nascent Corissai, Attendant to the Wyrd says, "I look forward to the tale of the wendigo. It has been some time."

Dusan, the coruscant sniffs Corissai, trying to decipher just what that smell emanating from him is.

Corissai holds out his hand to Dusan, clutching a frozen squirrel in his little hands.

You beam broadly.

**piddly chore things, ran off to do stuff**

The Roots of the Dark Forest.
The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. An enveloping sensation of deepest night pervades this massive subterranean chamber. The walls and ceiling are adorned with a spellbinding network of tree roots, which emerge from the corners as thick as two feet in diameter and gradually taper to hair-width along their tangled, twisting paths. Sycamore and birch, yew and fir, willow, beech, pine, and ash, chestnut, hemlock, blackthorn, rowan, and most of all, stygian ravenwood; every type of tree in the forest seems to be represented in the myriad hues of brown, grey, and black that crawl and intertwine over every surface. The soil between each root has been sealed in with tar, hardened and polished to a dusky matte finish. Upon closer inspection of the walls, rune-like symbols carved into the roots become apparent. Crows, spiders, bats, wasps, beetles, and scorpions are embellished in an intricate mural that seems to reveal a new icon at each glance. The only light in the theater comes from a chandelier of undulating roots. Globes of cold shadowfire are held aloft by the gossamer webbing which enrobes the structure, pulsing and swaying ever so gently to the rhythm of the nearby Drums. A gnarly couch wrought from fallen apple boughs stands here, its twisted frame covered in a blossoming throw. Blending in with its surroundings, a bench cleverly crafted of twisting vines and tree trunks is here. Emerging grandly from the shadows, a dark, majestic stage looms here. A milestone juts up from the ground here, wreathed in thorny vines. A slender leothin sits here motionless, brightening its surroundings with its natural golden bio-luminescence. Dusan, a coruscant wyvern, lurks in the shadows here. A dream-dazed byakko wanders the area, his wide silver eyes following unseen paradigms with utmost terror and curiosity. A lithe, ebon veiled dancer wreathed in black stars poises gracefully here. Clad in matte black leather, a golden-eyed savage lingers here like a living shadow. Herald of Strife Geran, Blade of Shadows is here, shrouded. He wields a midnight rapier of Crow in each hand. Blue-green tendrils wriggling constantly, an animate muku sinker looms here with shimmering poise. Seer Esei of the Ascending Dusk floats here, suffusing the air with the sickly-sweet scent of blackthorn blossoms. They wield an athame dagger of dusk in their left hand.
You see a single exit leading up.

(The Crux): You say, "Will begin gathering at Glomdoring's stage for our play! Will begin it just after weave! Be sure to stop by and check it out, for there will be a party afterwards!"

(The Crux): You say, "Come one, come all - witness the play that had peoples literally picking up their jaws off of floor! Wowee!"

<-- people start arriving woo

Dusan, the coruscant licks Bizirik, the leothin.

Bizirik, the leothin snorts, tossing its head.

(The Crux): Ashira says, "I'll be there soon!"

Dusan, the coruscant boops the leothin's snout with its own.

Delighted, you exclaim, "Many greetings!"

Raising her hand in greeting, Zacheah says "Hi!"

Tsakali molds pulsating flesh into a vaguely humanoid creature. Within moments after placing their hand on its chest, the creature begins to stretch and twitch. Finally, it opens its eyes and begins to mewl like a newborn, finally settling into the form of a homunculus resembling a deformed furrikin.

Bizirik, the leothin's forked tongue slithers out, lashing across its own snout before returning to blankly stare at Dusan, the coruscant, eerily still.

Nao arrives, following Ashira Ysav'rai, the Glowing Ember.

Lifting her head, Ilistala looks at Ashira hopefully.

You have emoted: Gurashi beams, gesturing to the many seats available for those gathered. "Please make selves comfortable!"

Ashira sits themself down on an indoor bench of twisting vines and tree trunks and makes themself comfortable.

Corissai appears, encased in a thick layer of frost.

Geran sits himself down on an indoor bench of twisting vines and tree trunks and makes himself comfortable.

Dusan, the coruscant nudges Bizirik, the leothin suggestively.

Bizirik, the leothin suddenly drops down to bow playfully, suddenly breaking into a run and racing about the theater, nails clacking on the hard floor.

Dusan, the coruscant's ears perk up with a sudden interest.

Dusan, the coruscant sniffs Corissai, trying to decipher just what that smell emanating from him is.

Dusan, the coruscant stares implacably at Corissai.

You have emoted: Gurashi watches his leothin break free, silent, before returning to tending to the visitors as they arrive.

Corissai nods at Dusan, and offers the beast a frozen grackle.

You see the following people here:
Tsakali, Nao, Xenthos, Ashira, Zacheah, Geran, Corissai, Esei, Gurashi.

You beam broadly.

Happily, you say, "Am so glad are all here. Welcome, welcome!"

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Is a little early, know - still quarter of a day before play will start, buuuut..."

You chirp happily.

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Am glad are here anyway!"

Geran chirps happily.

Suddenly, you ask, "Did any of you not get a basket last month or month before?"

You have emoted: Gurashi peers this way and that.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "I never got a basket."

You give a horrified gasp.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "Though it was offered."

You stare implacably at Xenthos.

Nascent Corissai, Attendant to the Wyrd says, "I was not offered a basket, k'iane."

Geran waves a ravenwood picnic basket enthusiastically.

Herald of Strife Geran, Blade of Shadows says, "One of these you mean?"

Esei strokes Dusan, the coruscant tenderly.
Coruscant eyes glinting, Dusan, the coruscant lets out a rumbling chirp, bumping his snout against Esei's hand.

You give a horrified gasp.

You give a ravenwood picnic basket to Nascent Corissai, Attendant to the Wyrd.

Loudly, you exclaim to Corissai, "Happy Solstice!!"

It is now the 18th of Roarkian, 548 years after the Coming of Estarra.
There are 12 days until the New Moon

You click your mandibles together energetically, chittering to yourself.

Esei shifts their eyes suspiciously from side to side.

Corissai leans away from you but smiles, scattering sheets of ice.

Nascent Corissai, Attendant to the Wyrd says, "Thank you, Gurashi."

Esei tilts their head curiously at Corissai.

You have emoted: Gurashi beams broadly, clapping his hands together. "Am sorry that do not have refreshments for this event! Brought them all to party grounds - oh!"

(The Crux): You say, "If anyone has extra foods that want to bring to party, feel free! Are many soups and cookies and drinks but every city and commune has so many nice foods."

With a slow nod to Corissai, Esei shows their understanding.

You click your mandibles together energetically, chittering to yourself.

Nascent Corissai, Attendant to the Wyrd says, "Perhaps I should make some cookies?"

You give a short gasp of elation.

Faintly buzzing, you say to Corissai, "If want! ...but, can wait until after play."

You beam broadly.

Whispering, a homunculus resembling a deformed furrikin says to Tsakali, "What is this play about?"

Tsakali, Pilgrim of Bodhi whispers to a homunculus resembling a deformed furrikin, "Hush and watch."

You have emoted: Gurashi perks up at the question. "Watch and see! Is AMAZING...!!"

Skeara tells you, "Hooff, just in time. Am I in time?"

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Skeara An'Ryshe, "Are in time! Come here!"

(Glomdoring): You say, "Come join us at the stage! Will be watching a play at weave! Is amazing story, really! Truly!"

(The Crux): Xenthos says, "We will be running the play from the conclusion of last month's festivities at the Glomdoring's stage, for any who missed it and wish to attend."

Evette reaches over and ruffles Nao's hair fondly.

Evette sits down next to Nao.

You have emoted: Gurashi chirps, waving to the newest guests from his self-appointed role as usher.

Skeara flutters along the benches, eyes searching the rows.

You have emoted: Gurashi considers the homunculus now blocking the view behind it, expression blank.

Ilistala, an enormous leopard ponders the homunculus, and then moves over to stand right in front of it.  She sits down and begins grooming herself, blocking its view of the stage.

You choke back a laugh as Tsakali releases a painfully accurate kick to a homunculus resembling a deformed furrikin's shin in retribution for his behaviour.

Esei blinks.

You beam broadly.

With a flourish of her arm, Kyalrhin bows deeply.

Dusan, the coruscant's body simply dissipates to envelop Corissai, though his feet are still visible through Dusan's stomach.

Kistan Rithel says, "I am looking forward to this!"

You have emoted: Gurashi beams, clasping his hands together as he looks at the increasing crowd that gathers.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist, "So many!!!!!"

Herald of Strife Geran, Blade of Shadows says, "It's certainly drawn a lot of attention. I'm eager to see what has generated it."

Cheerful, you whisper, "Am so grateful..."

Xenthos tells you, "Indeed!"

You think to yourself: So many people.

You have emoted: Gurashi sighs softly, buzzing happily.

The perception of time momentarily slows to a fraction as Lachesis studies the Tapestry of Fate, carefully measuring each strand before making notations in a great tome. Time rushes forward as the memory fades, yet the feeling remains that your history in Lusternia is recorded in the great annals of fate, for better or for worse.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist, "Do want to announce the play on Crux?"

Xenthos tells you, "I have been!"

Faintly buzzing, you say, "It is both adorable AND heart-wrenching."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist, "Is weave!"

Valonah's eyes sparkle with amusement.

You give a short gasp of elation.

There is a shimmering flicker in the air above a grand stage of stygian marble, as it readies itself to replay a recorded performance of 'The Wyrd Rises'.

(The Crux): You say, "Many thank yous for all coming!!"

(The Crux): Silvanos (from the Aetherways) says, "Have a good time?"

You have emoted: Gurashi quickly gestures for quiet, finding a spot at the end of one of the benches to settle in and watch.

You see the following people here:
Nao, Ashira, Skeara, Faragan, Evette, Kyalrhin, Corissai, Xenthos, Tsakali, Razhril, Kistan, Zacheah, Geran, Esei, Valonah, Daem, Gurashi.

(The Crux): Xenthos says, "Perhaps you could, too, if you wished to join."

(The Crux): Silvanos (from the Aetherways) says, "I have no idea what is going on and am barely awake."
Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist, "//now 17 is a good number of people to watch a play!!!!"

(The Crux): You say, "Happy Solstice anyway!"

(The Crux): Xenthos says, "We are watching the play from last month's Solstice event in the Glomdoring at the Glomdoring's stage."

(The Crux): Daem says, "Teleport to Xenthos or Gurashi if you'd like to join the fun."

(The Crux): Xenthos says, "Open invitations to our allies, of course."

(The Crux): You say, "Yeah!"

You click your mandibles together energetically, chittering to yourself.

The bright, bell-like voice of Elexia rings in your ear, "Gurashi, is it time for the Solstice gift exchange?"

You have emoted: Gurashi leans forward on his spot, bobbing side to side excitedly.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Oracular Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon, "Is a play happening right now! Are welcome to come watch if would like - the exchange will happen shortly after!"

The bright, bell-like voice of Elexia rings in your ear, "Excellent, thank you!"

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Oracular Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon, "Do want to let know when exchange is taking place?"

The bright, bell-like voice of Elexia rings in your ear, "Ah, I shall come now!"

You sense Elexia 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

Ilistala eyes Elexia warily, settling into a predatory crouch.

Esei blinks.

You beam broadly at Elexia.

Ashira blinks.

Elexia clasps her hands together and bows.

(Glomdoring): Corissai says, "Do we kill the Seren?"
(Glomdoring): You say, "No!"
(Glomdoring): Esei says, "No..."
(Glomdoring): Esei says, "Not yet, at least."
(Glomdoring): Daem says, "The Lady expects peace for all who join for the festival."
(Glomdoring): Corissai says, "-After- the play, of course."
(Glomdoring): You say, "Not that either!!"
(The Crux): Ashira says, "Serenwilder in Glomdoring. Should I be concerned?"
(The Crux): You say, "No!!"
(The Crux): Evette says, "No."
(The Crux): You say, "Signed up for Secret Solstice, is fine."
(The Crux): Xenthos says, "For these festivities only, we are allowing those who are not enemied to the Glomdoring to attend as well."
(The Crux): You say, "Yes!"
(The Crux): Xenthos says, "This is an exception to our policy, so we do appreciate your alertness."

You have emoted: Gurashi scoots over on the bench, patting the spot previously occupied by himself for Elexia.

Dusan, the coruscant sniffs Elexia, trying to decipher just what that smell emanating from her is.

Elexia flicks her eyes one way and then the other at the assorted gathering, then dips her head again before taking the seat on the bench, flashing you a tight, grateful smile.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Oracular Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon, "So far was a nothing, and then was a volcano, and then nothing grew on the volcano island, and now a crow is visiting during a thunderstorm."

Evette smiles softly.

You have emoted: Gurashi gestures to the stage, looking between the performance and Elexia excitedly.

**play play**

With one hand in her lap and the other fiddling with her storm glass amulet, Elexia leans forward slightly as she watches the scenes unfold with interest.

The bright, bell-like voice of Elexia rings in your ear, "Such vivid imagery!"

You nod your head at Elexia.

< -- (The Shadow Kindred): Xenthos says, "IRONBEARD."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Oracular Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon, "Xenthos wrote it! My dad wrote it!! Is the best!!!"

Ironbeard the Magnanimous exclaims, "Interrupting again! Whoops!"

Muttering in a barely audible whisper, Kyalrhin Ysav'rai says, "Well, this is a good play... No interrupting this one. Come later."

Valonah's eyes sparkle with amusement.

(Glomdoring): Daem says, "This is an opportunity for those not of the Glomdoring to see the beauty and perfection of the wyrd, to draw closer and be enticed by it. Other avenues call for bloodshed, but this festival is a seed planted in the mind of future members of the Glomdoring. This is the Lady of the Thorn's will."

**play play**

<-- IRONBEEEARD

You have emoted: Gurashi rests his chin in his hands, watching the cub as it appears and romps about on

The antics of the young cub elicit a sudden smile from Elexia.

<-- IB was here

You have emoted: Gurashi glances at Ironbeard the Magnanimous, then points towards one of the nearby benches. "Sit and watch!"

Evette's eyes raise to the heavens as a look of hope flashes across her face.

You sense the piercing eyes of Shulamit looking upon you.

Murmuring thoughtfully, Oracular Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon says, "Such a busy dwarf... A shame."

Skeara blinks.

Shulamit tells you, "Friend of Liar, is the party now?"

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Ivory Prism, "The play is now, followed by the party yes!"

Shulamit tells you, "Oh dear. I will...teleport in as quietly as possible."

You sense Shulamit pulling on the strands of aether surrounding you.

You beam broadly.

"Hey!" Esri greets warmly.

You chitter at Shulamit with energetic clicks of your mandibles.

Shulamit squishes down as she teleports in, trying to be as quiet as possible.

Shulamit waves a quiet hand at you before looking at the stage.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Ivory Prism, "O-K so first there was a nothing in the sea, and then was a volcano, and then was an island but nothing grew on it until crow from Glomdoring showed up, and planted a seed unknowingly."

You have emoted: Gurashi bobs his head between Shulamit and the stage, having a visible albeit mental conversation.

Shulamit tells you, "Oh, fancy!"

Showing that she understands, Shulamit nods her head slowly.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Ivory Prism, "And then was a forest! And then were baby cubs! A family of three leopard cubs and their mom."

Shulamit tells you, "The best kind of cubs, babies!"

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Ivory Prism, "And the youngest and smallest is the fiercest, and just went out to adventure on her own..."

Feoragan gives a horrified gasp.

Shulamit frets over everything that might go wrong.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Ivory Prism, "The story is not over yet. So do not give up."

Shulamit tells you, "I will continue then!"

**play play**

A wry smile spreads across Esei's face.

You have emoted: Gurashi finally leans away from Shulamit, flashing Elexia a glance before returning to stare wide-eyed at the stage.

Elexia eyes watch the play with fascination, briefly torn away as she examines the grimoire in her hands from Esei. She runs a hand over its surface and frowns thoughtfully. Her attention is quickly brought back to the dramatic action taking place upon the stage as she tenses.

**play play**

You have emoted: Gurashi sniffs softly.

Shulamit slumps down, slowly throbbing a deep amber.

You have emoted: Gurashi clasps his hands together under his chin, staring at the stage.

Elexia leans forward further still in her seat, gripping the edge of the bench with her hands.

**play play**

Shulamit glows concerned shades of red and orange, wringing her hands together.

Shulamit sniffles softly.

Dusan, the coruscant rubs up against Shulamit, purring like a cat.

You have emoted: Gurashi sniffles softly beside Shulamit, offering the lucidian his kerchief.

Shulamit slumps down, slowly throbbing a deep amber.

Ashira whispers soothing words to Shulamit.

Shulamit takes the kerchief, sniffling into it.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Ivory Prism, "The story is not yet over...!"

You see the following people here:
Faragan, Evette, Skeara, Zacheah, Xenthos, Tsakali, Kyalrhin, Corissai, Nao, Ashira, Razhril, Geran, Afollia, Elexia, Esri, Esei, Valonah, Shulamit, Daem, Feoragan, Gurashi.

You give a horrified gasp.

Elexia bows her head in silence.

Shulamit begins to weep uncontrollably.

You have emoted: Gurashi leans forward in his spot, appraising the crowd as he does so.

Feoragan pets Shulamit ingratiatingly.

The curtains part on a grand stage of stygian marble, heralding the resumption of 'The Wyrd Rises'.

You give a short gasp of elation.

Esei pats Shulamit in a friendly manner.

Nascent Corissai, Attendant to the Wyrd murmurs, "What a lovely snake."

(The Crux): You say, "But wait! There is more!"

Valonah sniffles softly, wiping away a tear.

Daem wraps an arm around Valonah comfortingly.

Shulamit glances about, her body turning a hazy shade of grey.

**play play**

(The Crux): You say, "The Serenwilders present are not enemied to our forest."

Shulamit continues to sniffle slightly, watching the stage through teary eyes.

Elexia's brow furrows as she watches with an intense fascination, a hand reaching to the violin slung about her back thoughtfully.

You have emoted: Gurashi reassuringly pats Shulamit upon the back.

(The Crux): Norra says, "Festivities still ongoing?"

(The Crux): You say, "The play is happening now! Party and Solstice Exchange after!"

(The Crux): Afollia says, "Better to make the shadows a welcoming embrace then to break out in weapons dears. Let's not ruin the hard work some put into it with harsh words."

**play play**

Raising her hand in greeting, Norra says "Hi!"

You have emoted: Gurashi looks at those about him, chittering softly, happily, still watching the stage.

Kistan smiles softly at Norra.

Elexia catches you looking about, and smiles softly, nodding before returning her attention to the stage.

Afollia smiles pleasantly towards Norra and gently gestures to a nearby seat.

Norra sits herself down.

You click your mandibles together energetically, chittering to yourself.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Oracular Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon, "Did enjoy self yesterday? Know was uh... different experience!"

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Oracular Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon, "Hope were able to see beauty of the Glomdoring even just the tiniest, itty-est bitty-est bit."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Oracular Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon, "Eeeny-weeny teeny weeny itsy bitsy bit."

Shulamit glances about, her body turning a hazy shade of grey.

You chitter at Shulamit with energetic clicks of your mandibles.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Ivory Prism, "Must stay for the end. Promise! Will be O-K!"

You have emoted: Gurashi chitters reassuringly to Shulamit once more.

Shulamit tells you, "I'm remembering that Glomdoring's plays are very scary for me!"

The bright, bell-like voice of Elexia rings in your ear, "I..." Hesitation echoes across the aetherways, before she overcomes her uncertainty. "The music," she finally manages. "It was lovely, and... There's something about it which reminded me of home. Kalaneya's tune in particular, I thought, felt so very... familiar, to the song of Trialante.""

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Oracular Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon, "Ah! Yes! Music is most lovely..."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Ivory Prism, "Ah - am understanding! But sometimes the scariest of stories also turn out to be the best!"

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Ivory Prism, "The first time that watched this play for Xenthos ... was SO UPSET."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Ivory Prism, "Stormed back there and yelled at Xenthos for it! Haha."

You have emoted: Gurashi chitters excitedly.

Shulamit tells you, "I should write a play that is just cup cakes. But that would have no plot!"

The bright, bell-like voice of Elexia rings in your ear, "It is my passion, and the Wyrd... The Wyrd clearly is home to talented musicians." Her words sound honest and sincere."

You have emoted: Gurashi looks to Elexia, perking up.

Shulamit sniffles still, but continues to watch regardless.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Oracular Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon, "Ah - think so? Many thank yous! Am very proud that can be a musician here...Shadowbeat is very dear to..."

**play play**

You have emoted: Gurashi stares towards the stage, scooting to the edge of his seat and waiting with bated breath.

Geran watches intently at the scene on the stage.

Elexia raises her eyebrows, waiting for the culmination of the spirit's plan with fascination.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Oracular Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon, "Have heard of Trialante before..."

Opening his mouth wide, A homunculus resembling a deformed furrikin gapes in wonder at a grand stage of stygian marble.

You give a short gasp of elation.

Kistan beams broadly.

You have emoted: Gurashi chitters excitedly, covering his mouth.

Shulamit glows a surprised shade of scarlet, wiping at her face.

Flames erupt around Shulamit's head, forming a scintillating corona that quickly disperses.

You click your mandibles together energetically, chittering to yourself.

You beam broadly at Shulamit.

The bright, bell-like voice of Elexia rings in your ear, "It is Her Voice which gifted us, those who sing to the spirits in the northern wood, our song. The melody Mahalla has given to you carries with it the sounds of your wood, your home, and more than that... Something deeper, something spiritual within which bleeds in every note. And likewise, the roaring of the Moon River, the chirping of sparrows, the sounds of the Serenwilde pour through a Spiritsinger's instrument."

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Ivory Prism whispers to you, "Scary! But less scary."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Kind Nepenthe, "The play is ... juuust about to conclude!"
You chitter at Shulamit with energetic clicks of your mandibles.

Nepenthe tells you, "Aaa~a~a~a~ah."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Kind Nepenthe, "Apparently - fifteen minutes is approximation. IS wrong approximation, but is one regardless! Sorry!"

You beam broadly.

You chitter at Ilistala, an enormous leopard with energetic clicks of your mandibles.
A loud rumbling emanates from Ilistala as she rubs against you.

You chitter at Xenthos with energetic clicks of your mandibles.

Nepenthe tells you, "The longer the better!!"

The curtains draw to a close on a grand stage of stygian marble, signaling the conclusion of the performance of 'The Wyrd Rises'.

You cheer wildly!

Evette cheers wildly!

You have emoted: Gurashi leaps to his feet, clapping excitedly.

Daem gives up a round of applause.

Kyalrhin cheers wildly!

Afollia claps her hands together merrily.

Bizirik, the leothin snorts.

Herald of Strife Geran, Blade of Shadows says, "Fascinating."

You beam broadly.

Tsakali congratulates a grand stage of stygian marble with some wild clapping.

Valonah cheers wildly!

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "Thank you all for attending."

Shulamit claps her hands together, glowing between shades of red and blue.

Zacheah gives up a round of applause.

Kyalrhin gives up a round of applause.

You beam broadly at Xenthos.

Esri cheers wildly!

Kistan gives up a round of applause.

Faintly buzzing, you exclaim to Xenthos, "Was the BEST!"

You beam broadly at Xenthos.

Devotee of the Tah'vrai, Valonah Bel'Fiore, Soul of Darkness smiles and says to Xenthos, "Well written."

Speaking softly in salubrious tones of erudition, Faragan Ladyn says, "Intresting well performed."

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Ivory Prism says to Xenthos, "Scary as always!"

Spinner Afollia, the Grand Diviner says, "Thank you, Lord Xenthos & Gurashi, for a most amazing production."

Kyalrhin grins mischievously at Faragan.

Feoragan cheers wildly!

Lord Daem Bel'Fiore of Relentless Darkness says, "Agreed, on all accounts."

Elexia hops to her feet, applauding in earnest as she chimes, "A gorgeous display!"

Adoringly, you say to Ilistala, an enormous leopard, "Good good girl."

Emerging from Dusan's chest, Nascent Corissai, Attendant to the Wyrd says, "That was incredible, k'iane."

Ilistala, an enormous leopard rubs up against you, purring like a cat.

Faintly buzzing, you exclaim to Afollia, "Had nothing to do with this, really! Was all Xenthos and Ilistala!"

You beam broadly at Afollia.

You point accusingly at Xenthos.

Valonah's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

Faintly buzzing, you exclaim, "Praise him!"

Accusingly, you say, "Praaaaaise."

Norra says, "I've never watched a play before. That was neat."

Feoragan pets you ingratiatingly.

Kyalrhin gives Xenthos a wild cheer!

Evette giggles happily.

You beam broadly.

Lord Daem Bel'Fiore of Relentless Darkness smiles and says to Norra, "You should do it more."

Esri's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.

Faintly buzzing, you exclaim to Norra, "Ah! Am honored this could be your first!"

You beam broadly.

Herald of Strife Geran, Blade of Shadows says to Xenthos, "That was... enlightening. Thank ou."

You have emoted: Gurashi mushes Ilistala, an enormous leopard's face adoringly, giving the leopard many face scritches.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "So, what is our next step, Gurashi?"
Faintly buzzing, you exclaim, "Aha!"

Esei stares blankly into space.

Faintly buzzing, you exclaim, "Our next stop is... party town!"

Ilistala, an enormous leopard turns her attention towards you as her ears perk up in interest.

Kyalrhin tilts her head curiously.

Shulamit sniffles slightly, patting the air above Ilistala's head. "You did very well."

Ilistala, an enormous leopard stares at Shulamit's extended hand, then sniffs it.

Geran glances over his shoulders at his iridescent black wings, and mutters "It makes sense..."

Elexia tilts her head curiously, looking up at you with ears perked.

You beam broadly.

In a swift, fluid motion, Norra springs up from her hands to land crouched on her feet.

Ilistala, an enormous leopard rubs her head against Shulamit's hand.

You make a beckoning motion to no-one in particular.
<--Everyone and their ma follows

Shulamit gasps softly and glows a much more cheerful pink colour.

(The Crux): You say, "Aaaand with that, the play concludes, and the party - and Secret Solstice exchange - can begin!"

Overlooking Glomdoring Forest.
A blizzard rages through the locale. The south edge of Glomdoring Forest nestles close into the steep hills as they slope up to become the southern mountain range. This thin path winds across the bottom of the steep hills, a ledge dropping away to the north as the path bends around this inlet. Through the treetops, it is possible to see across the top of Glomdoring itself, the treetops stretching far to the north, and as far to the east and west as it is possible to see. To the northeast, a tall black spire is just visible as it stretches above the surrounding woodlands, high enough to match the soaring crows. Casting darkness all around, a shadow totem thrusts up from the ground, chilling the air. A rowan sapling clings tenaciously to the ground here. In the shape of an open palm, a metallic sigil lies here. There are 31 bowls of chicken and dumpling soup here. There are 3 cookies resembling a buckeye here. There are 4 white chocolate avalanche cookies here. There are 24 white chocolate and peppermint solstice cookies here. A chocolate peppermint crinkle cookie rests here, powdered sugar coating slowly wearing away. A plump bumblebee cookie awaits consumption. There are 2 dark mint chocolate leothin cookies here. There are 3 jolly tae'dae cookies filled with honey here. There are 20 lilac ombre lyrebird tea cups here. There are 24 heart-shaped peppermint whoopie pies here. Snarling and slavering, a massive dark violet rage worg with wings of mist and shadow waits here. Mischief personified, a patchwork calico kitten is here with head in her paws ready to pounce on anything that moves funny. Dusan, a coruscant wyvern, lurks in the shadows here. Tan'ah, the wombat is here, playfully digging. With a regal posture, a pure white swan graced with gaudy wings adorned with multi-hued ribbons glides through the air here.
==== something exited towards the north ====
You see exits leading northeast and northwest.

Corissai sips black tea from a fused cicada wing tea cup.

(The Crux): You say, "Can teleport to me, or walk to 1378 in Glomdoring!"

Norra says, "Is this where we spring the trap you were talking about?"

(The Crux): You say, "Bring appetites, and snacks! And presents for your giftees!"

Daem shakes his head.

"Oooooooooh!" Valonah says, eyes wide with wonder.

Shulamit gently floats to the ground.

(The Crux): You say, "Many thank yous to the many peoples who signed up for Secret Solstice ... did you know - we had 31 WHOLE PEOPLES. That is -so- many."

Lord Daem Bel'Fiore of Relentless Darkness smiles and says, "No traps, not today."

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Ivory Prism says, "I...was in the trees?"

Shulamit glances about, her body turning a hazy shade of grey.

Corissai tells you, "I am able to lessen the grip of winter here, if you need them to be more comfortable."

Norra says, "Oh, okay."

Esei pats Shulamit in a friendly manner.

Evette scans the gathered crowd for her Solstice match, her eyes dropping when she does not find them.

(The Crux): You say, "If you need to give your gift early or late, is fine! Can also stick around and mingle, in case they show up!"

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Ivory Prism says, "I don't like being in the trees!"

With harsh, grating tones that stab through your mind, Alary whispers, "If there are any giftless, let me know and I can design stuff for folks. I was late to the everything."

(The Crux): You say, "As long as they get your gifts within next two months!"

Norra hides her weapons behind her back. "No traps. Got it".

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Blade Betwixt Ebon Veils, Alary al-Saaoud, the Arch of Mages, "Are so very kind - will let you know! So far, so good!"

Shulamit nods at Evette, having the seemingly same issue of finding her secret solstice match.

Muttering in a barely audible whisper, Kyalrhin Ysav'rai says, "Alas, my giftee is not present. I left their gift at the stage, to be discovered when they awaken."

You beam broadly.

Nascent Corissai, Attendant to the Wyrd murmurs to Norra, "Ah, but he did not say 'no ambushes'"

Squeaking ominously, Duskflower Feoragan, Splendour of Nightfall says, "But this place is full of bushes."

Esei stares implacably at Feoragan.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks to those gathered, beginning to weave about the crowd, idly strumming his lute to offer a cheerful tune for those gathered.

You see the following people here:
Nao, Xenthos, Ashira, Kyalrhin, Corissai, Zacheah, Tsakali, Valonah, Daem, Feoragan, Faragan, Esei, Evette, Shulamit, Norra, Geran, Kistan, Afollia, Elexia, Esri, Gurashi.

(The Crux): Daem says, "So we present the presents now?"

(The Crux): You say, "Yes!"

Shulamit stares at Esei, blinking several times in confusion.

Faintly buzzing, you say to Daem, "Speaking of presents - you!"

You chitter at Daem with energetic clicks of your mandibles.

Nepenthe, riding a towering, pitch black stallion with downy white wings, enters from the northwest, emanating an aura of immense power.

Daem tilts his head curiously.

Corissai closes his eyes and tilts his head to the sky. Nothing seems to happen.

Nepenthe pants like a dog.

Esei stares implacably at Nepenthe.

Corissai closes his eyes and tilts his head to the sky. Nothing seems to happen.

Ashira raises their hand in greeting to Nepenthe and says "Hi!"

You have emoted: Gurashi suddenly thrusts out a box to Daem, chittering excitedly. "Happy Solstice!"

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Ivory Prism says to Evette, "So you are married to Romaan, yes yes?"

Thin wood, no more than half a centimetre in width, has been shaped to
form this small box. A dark stain covers the wood, polished to a high
gleam, and deep etchings show as dark indentations in the wood. Small
silver hinges allow the lid to swing open and closed, and a small latch
adorns the front. Dark silk lines the inside of this carved box of dark
wood.
It has 22 months of usefulness left.
It weighs about 2 pounds and 0 ounce(s).
It bears the distinctive mark of Disciple of the Thorned Willow Esri, Proselyte of the Awakening.
A carved box of dark wood is holding:
"platter240349"               a fresh platter of centaur blood pudding
"croissant348910"             a cinnamon croissant
2 items found.
It has the following aliases: box.

You give a carved box of dark wood to Lord Daem Bel'Fiore of Relentless Darkness.

Corissai closes his eyes and tilts his head to the sky. The air around him becomes slightly calmer.
You beam broadly at Daem.

Evette nods her head affirmatively at Shulamit.

Corissai closes his eyes and tilts his head to the sky. Nothing seems to happen.

Utterly entranced, Daem emits a long "Ooooh."

Corissai closes his eyes and tilts his head to the sky. The air around him becomes slightly calmer.

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Ivory Prism says to Evette, "Good news for me! I have his secret solstice gift!"

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Lord Daem Bel'Fiore of Relentless Darkness, "That one is a whole refined food can give to next Aethertrader that see!"

Shulamit takes a painting of Romaan and Evette d'Rose in Solstice Cheer from a coin pouch of crystal blue silk.

Evette giggles happily.

Tsakali, Pilgrim of Bodhi says to a homunculus resembling a deformed furrikin, "Merry Solstice!"

Shulamit gives a painting of Romaan and Evette d'Rose in Solstice Cheer to Primordial Scourge Evette D'Rose.

Valonah flutters her wings flying about looking for her solstice exchange and pauses to search the area, her eyes sparkle with delight as she quickly flies before Xenthos and presents him with his gift. "Merry Solstice, Xenthos!" she shouts.

A homunculus resembling a deformed furrikin looks around with a suspicious look in his eye.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Lord Daem Bel'Fiore of Relentless Darkness, "And THAT one is something can eat before a fight and will give you the best punches!!"

You beam broadly at Daem.

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Ivory Prism says to Evette, "That is for Romaan, yes yes!"

Primordial Scourge Evette D'Rose says to Shulamit, "He -just- went to rest."

Faintly buzzing, you say to Daem, "Hope that like it! Almost panicked but realized... food is a gift."

Evette flaps her arms madly.

Shulamit glows happily, a cheerful shade of green.

Valonah flashes Xenthos a joyous smile.

Caressing your ear, the voice of Daem whispers, "Ooh, thank you so much!"

You beam broadly at Valonah.

You see the following people here:
Nao, Zacheah, Faragan, Nepenthe, Kyalrhin, Ashira, Evette, Corissai, Xenthos, Feoragan, Norra, Shulamit, Geran, Kistan, Afollia, Elexia, Esri, Esei, Valonah, Daem, Tsakali, Gurashi.

Kyalrhin's ears perk up as her attention turns towards Xenthos.

Evette flashes Shulamit a joyous smile.

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Ivory Prism says to Evette, "Well, when he awakens, you can share the painting, yes yes!"

You nod your head emphatically.

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Let's seeee..."

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says to Valonah, "Ah. Thank you."

Primordial Scourge Evette D'Rose smiles and says to Shulamit, "I'll give it to him as soon as I see him."

Daem hovers over to Elexia and lands in front of her.

Norra says, "I didn't know we'd be handing out presents. I got nothing to give anyone. This is awkward."

Valonah beams broadly at Xenthos.

Xenthos lifts up the modular origami to take a look at it.

Evette beams broadly at Shulamit.

"Uhh..." stalls Tsakali.

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

You have emoted: Gurashi looks about, then waves at Faragan. "Do not see him yet. Will give the thing as soon as he wakes up - promise!!"

Ashira Ysav'rai, the Glowing Ember says to Norra, "Was a Secret Solstice sign up, it's ok!"

An enchanting pink rose blossom flutters apart in wisps of vellum as the last of its contents spill into Xenthos's hands.

You beam broadly.

Xenthos blinks.

Elexia scans the area curiously, looking about for someone in particular. She blinks in surprise as Daem lands, dipping her head politely in greeting.

Esei tilts their head curiously.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "T was rather more full than I expected."

Valonah's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Devotee of the Tah'vrai, Valonah Bel'Fiore, Soul of Darkness says to Xenthos, "The real gift is inside."
Shulamit opens a motley wicker basket.

Ashira tells you, "Is anyone here that didn't sign up? I have an extra gift!"

Elexia gently holds the pink rose origami in her hands, dipping her head gratefully once more, "Merry Solstice!" she chimes before unwrapping the origami.

Shulamit gives a chocolate peppermint crinkle cookie to Primordial Scourge Evette D'Rose.

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Ivory Prism says to Evette, "And a cookie! But for you!"

An enchanting pink rose blossom flutters apart in wisps of vellum as the last of its contents spill into Elexia's hands.

Speaking over the din, you exclaim, "Remember, is O-K if match is not here yet or has not sent present yet! Still have another couple months, and still could show up!"

Valonah hovers close peeking inside the blossom over Xenthos shoulder and watching closely.

Evette giggles happily.

Elexia blinks.

Xenthos ponders a petite floral gift box thoughtfully, looking it up and down.

Primordial Scourge Evette D'Rose says to Shulamit, "I love cookies!"

Zacheah nods her head at you.

Elexia smiles softly.

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

Xenthos opens a petite floral gift box.

Ashira Ysav'rai, the Glowing Ember says, "Anyone here that didn't sign up for Secret Solstice?"

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Ivory Prism says, "Cookies are good, yes yes!"

With a hopeful smile, Corissai raises his hand high in the air.

Geran nods his head emphatically.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Ashira Ysav'rai, the Glowing Ember, "Aha! Miss Corissai did not get to sign up! Neither did Geran or Norra, so will let you decide."

Nepenthe frantically scribbles notes in a marbled black-and-white notepad.

Nascent Corissai, Attendant to the Wyrd says, "I was... occupied."

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "And I completely missed the box, having been overwhelmed with the letter and blossom." <-- awww

Evette hums a happy tune.

You have emoted: Gurashi lets out a sudden chittering laugh.

Tsakali, Pilgrim of Bodhi says, "I signed up but already gave my gift to my person."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Ashira Ysav'rai, the Glowing Ember, "There you go!"

Gathering the flowers carefully into the gift box, Oracular Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon says, "A very thoughtful gift... Lovely."

You beam broadly.

Valonah's eyes twinkle enchantingly at Xenthos.

Esei sucks thoughtfully on their teeth.

Ashira Ysav'rai, the Glowing Ember says, "I brought an extra."

Corissai's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Daem nods his head at Elexia.

Ashira Ysav'rai, the Glowing Ember says to Corissai, "Merry Solstice!"

Seer Esei of the Ascending Dusk says, "My person is... not about."

Muttering in a barely audible whisper, Kyalrhin Ysav'rai says, "I signed up, but my giftee is not here."

You have emoted: Gurashi smiles, touching his hands to the end of his beak, eyes wide and shiny as he watches everyone gather.

Lord Daem Bel'Fiore of Relentless Darkness smiles and says to Elexia, "Read the scroll when you have a moment, there is more."

Ashira Ysav'rai, the Glowing Ember says to Kyalrhin, "Same for me."

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Ivory Prism says, "Hopefully they will all wake up soon yes yes."

Valonah hums a happy tune.

Muttering in a barely audible whisper, Kyalrhin Ysav'rai says, "She'll be waiting a while before she can unwrap her gift in any case."

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Is O-K! They may still show up! Or you may have to send them their present - is O-K!"

A merry Solstice gift package flutters apart in wisps of vellum as the last of its contents spill into Corissai's hands.

You nod your head at Kyalrhin.

Gently, you say, "Oh!"

A wry smile spreads across Esei's face.

You lay out a spread of your finest cuisine and delicacies before your guests. Enjoying the food yourself, you delight even more at the sight of everyone indulging themselves in this epicurian feast, eating and drinking until utterly satiated. The fine meal not only lifts your spirits, but enhances your body as well.

You beam broadly.

Valonah thanks you profusely.

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Thank you!"

Elexia looks at Daem curiously, then reexamines the box in her hands. "Oh!" she says as her eyes light up and she trieves the scroll. She unfurls it and leans forward as she reads.

Xenthos examines the lantern carefully. "I think I can put this near the fountain, perhaps."

Seer Esei of the Ascending Dusk says, "It also appears my gifter is not here either."

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says to you, "What do you think?"

Kistan Rithel says to you, "Perhaps if i blew my horn....that might wake some!"

With a slow nod to Esei, Shulamit shows her understanding.

Buzzing, you exclaim, "Thank you all!"

Kyalrhin blinks.

Corissai flashes Ashira a joyous smile.

Kyalrhin peers at Kistan unscrupulously.

Speaking softly in salubrious tones of erudition, Faragan Ladyn says, "Hey, the cute sealion vanished."

Muttering in a barely audible whisper, Kyalrhin Ysav'rai says to Kistan, "The forest wasn't your cup of tea, eh?"

Devotee of the Tah'vrai, Valonah Bel'Fiore, Soul of Darkness says to Xenthos, "If you don't mind the snow falling from it, or it may even turn your fountain into ice."

Xenthos draws a scroll out of a box and begins to peruse it while awaiting your response.

Tsakali, Pilgrim of Bodhi says, "You know, I need to find a sealion for the Liar."

You have emoted: Gurashi looks to Xenthos, suddenly drawn to attention. "Ah, by the pond, yes!"

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Ivory Prism says, "I need my Liar shaped cookies to be approved."

You give a horrified gasp.

You have emoted: Gurashi lets out a sudden chittering laugh.

Kistan Rithel says to Kyalrhin, "This time my steps drew me north."

You give a blubbery sea lion pup to Tsakali, Pilgrim of Bodhi.

Shulamit murmurs to herself, glowing a sombre shade of grey.

With a slow nod to Kistan, Kyalrhin shows her understanding.

Faintly buzzing, you exclaim to Tsakali, "Quick! Go give it to them!!"

Tsakali beams broadly at you.

Evette curtseys gracefully.

Nascent Corissai, Attendant to the Wyrd says, "Ah, allow me to return the favour.... one moment..."

Esei frowns at Shulamit.

Tsakali shifts their eyes suspiciously from side to side.

Primordial Scourge Evette D'Rose whispers, "Pardon me."

Muttering in a barely audible whisper, Kyalrhin Ysav'rai says to Kistan, "Well, hopefully you find what you are looking for."

Norra says, "Oh yeah, I thought the Liar would be here. Didn't they show up this month?"

Faintly buzzing, you say to Kistan, "...can blow the horn!"

You nod your head emphatically.

You have emoted: Gurashi perks up, beaming.

With a slow nod to Shulamit, Esei shows their understanding.

Valonah flashes Ashira a joyous smile.

Kistan raises the mouthpiece of a Horn of Wonder to his lips and blows. A resonating thunder sounds from the horn's bell.
The echoing blast of a horn rings in your ears, played by Kistan. Judging by the volume and timbre of the sound, you judge it was played at overlooking Glomdoring Forest in Glomdoring Forest.

A wry smile spreads across Kyalrhin's face.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist, "How do i search the aethergoop by price?"

Midnight shadows coalesce around a new day, and Mother Night embraces the land in utter darkness.
It is now the 19th of Roarkian, 548 years after the Coming of Estarra.
There are 11 days until the New Moon

Faragan tells you, "Since my person isnt' here you can mail it to them?"

Shulamit shuffles slightly before glowing a more chipper pink colour.

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Ivory Prism says to Kistan, "Oh, I see how it is!"

Afollia's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Ivory Prism says to Kistan, "You no longer love me, I see, I see!"

Esei pats Shulamit in a friendly manner.

Kistan giggles happily at Shulamit.

Shulamit continues to glow a chipper pink colour, clearly not terribly concerned.

Ashira Ysav'rai, the Glowing Ember says to Shulamit, "Maybe we need to paint you pink so you can be easily seen?"

Kistan Rithel says to Shulamit, "I have been fighting too much."

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Ivory Prism says to Ashira, "I try to be!"

With a slow nod to Kistan, Shulamit shows her understanding.

(The Shadow Kindred): You say, "RANCOURA."

(Glomdoring): You say, "Many greetings, Lady Rancoura!"

(Glomdoring): Xenthos says, "Greetings."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel, "Quick! The gift exchange is happening!!"

(Glomdoring): Kyalrhin says, "Greetings."

(Glomdoring): Esei says, "Greetings, Lady Rancoura. We've gathered for the gift exchange now."

(Glomdoring): Afollia says, "Dark tidings lady Haruspex, welcome back to the Glomdoring."

(Glomdoring): Geran says, "Mor'k'al, lady Haruspex. I trust this fine night is treating you well?"

(Glomdoring): Esri says, "Dark Greetings Lady Rancoura."

(Glomdoring): Corissai says, "Glory be to Glomdoring!"

Kistan Rithel says to Shulamit, "I even killed people which was a surprise to me - first time in about ten years."

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Ivory Prism says to Kistan, "Terribly scary!"

You beam broadly.

Faragan tells you, "Thanks."

(Glomdoring): Rancoura says, "I am. I trust I am acceptably tardy for our third month's events."

As she folds the scroll once more, Elexia flashes Daem another smile before dipping into a bow. "You have honoured me with your gift, it is so very thoughtful," she chirps in a pleased manner. "I am pleased to hear the tale at the end, especially... It reminds me of something which happened in my youth, and gave me similar thoughts towards your own Wood." She dips her head again.

(Glomdoring): Xenthos says, "We just barely finished watching the play and have been exchanging things- so you are indeed only fashionably so."

(Glomdoring): Valonah says, "Glory be to Glomdoring."

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Please help self to the foods that are available! And drinks! Are both non-and-definitely-alcoholic beverages present."

You beam broadly.

You see the following people here:
Nao, Nepenthe, Zacheah, Kyalrhin, Tsakali, Ashira, Xenthos, Faragan, Valonah, Daem, Norra, Geran, Shulamit, Kistan, Feoragan, Elexia, Esri, Afollia, Esei, Gurashi.

Comprehension flashes across Shulamit's face.

Norra says, "I don't know where the food I just ate came from."

(Glomdoring): Rancoura says, "Exquisite; I should detest being considered unfashionable. I shall join you all shortly."

Daem nods his head and bows before Elexia "I'm very happy you liked it."

Shulamit picks up a jolly tae'dae cookie filled with honey.

Perking up, you say, "And have refills on me too if are needed! Regular eggnog, too!"

Kind Nepenthe asks, "Can I present my gift?"

Esei nods their head at Nepenthe.

Ashira nods their head at Nepenthe.

Faintly buzzing, you say to Nepenthe, "Of course!"

Faintly buzzing, you say, "If persons who gift is for is here, then give!"

Kind Nepenthe exclaims, "They are!"

You beam broadly.

Balancing a tray of cookies visibly trailing plumes of enticing steam, Nascent Corissai, Attendant to the Wyrd says, "A quick batch of cookies."

Esei blinks.

(The Crux): You say, "Remember! If persons to trade with are not here, do not fret! May still yet show up! Will send their gifts within next two months ... but if they have not by then tell me please!!"

You have emoted: Gurashi lets out a sudden chittering laugh.

Nepenthe pushes his way into the crowd, gently guiding guests to clear some space for him. "Clear out, clear out," he says, "This is performance art.

Valonah closes her eyes and inhales deeply, absorbing the scent of her surroundings.

Nepenthe pushes his way into the crowd, gently guiding guests to clear some space for him. "Clear out, clear out," he says, "This is performance art."

You blink.

Ashira giggles happily.

Esei tilts their head curiously.

Squeaking ominously, Duskflower Feoragan, Splendour of Nightfall whispers to Esei, "I'm scared."

Shulamit backs up, watching Nepenthe with an amused smile.

Tsakali, Pilgrim of Bodhi says, "An artistic gift!"

You have emoted: Gurashi assists Nepenthe in clearing a space, all four arms waving gently.

Corissai's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Geran steps back from Nepenthe to make space.

Kind Nepenthe laughingly says, "Y'all ready?"

With a quick beat of her wings, Valonah cautiously circles the area and studies her surroundings.

Esei nods solemnly.

Corissai flits backwards, struggling to fly beneath the weight of his baking trays.

Kyalrhin tilts her head curiously.

Elexia blinks in surprise as she takes a few steps back before hopping in the air, her sunset wings beating furiously to keep her aloft three feet above the forest floor.

With several beats of their wings, Ashira alights upon Nao's shoulder.

Esei gives a pained sigh.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Disciple of the Thorned Willow Esri, Proselyte of the Awakening, "Your match and giftee are not awake yet, no! It's O-K!"

Ashira Ysav'rai, the Glowing Ember says to Nepenthe, "And go!"

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Disciple of the Thorned Willow Esri, Proselyte of the Awakening, "Can send them your gift if want, or can wait to see if they wake!!"

Kind Nepenthe exclaims, "Here we go, one, two, three!"

Nepenthe lifts a chocolate mahogany viola of dulcet melodies to his chin, whips his bow from a steel scabbard covered in flames, and begins to draw out a sweet solstice melody that gambols about in cheerful major thirds.


Kind Nepenthe sings, "What to get you? What to show you? Before the Soltice season ends?"

Handing Esei a second tray, laden with cakes, Nascent Corissai, Attendant to the Wyrd says, "Help me out, k'liane."

"Havent met you. I dont know you." Nepenthe continues, his voice a smooth countertenor. "But I bet we could be friends."

Esei stares blankly into space.

Nepenthe tucks his bow in his paw and his melody slips into an ambling pizzicato. "Its confusing. I called in favors." The loboshigaru sings in happy counterpoint to his plucked notes. "Did some sleuthing, Asked our neighbors!"

Returning the bow to the strings and eliciting a keening peal from the instrument, Nepenthe sings plaintively, "And what did I at last conclude? That I should sing an interlude."

Nepenthe begins to shuffle his feet and swing his tail in a brisk three-quarters waltz rhythm, singing sweetly, "What would draw a laugh from your lips? What would bring a smile to your face?"

You have emoted: Gurashi listens to Nepenthe, chittering happily.

"Whats a bard to do without a script?" Nepenthe's eyes twinkle mischievously as he sings. "What could brighten up this gloomy place?"

Nepenthe pauses dramatically before belting out with surprising passion and volume, "Valo~o~onah! I dont kno~o~ow ya! But this song goes out to you!"

Tsakali claps their hands together merrily.

Esei lets out a soft, short laugh.

Ashira gives Nepenthe a wild cheer!

Turning at last to Valonah and flashing a bright, toothy smile, Nepenthe continues, "Someone told me you like flowers. And I heard you like oranges too."

The corners of Feoragan's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.

"There's a rumor that you favor purple." Nepenthe sings, his tail flicking around happily behind him. "So I got all those things for you."

Kistan's eyes sparkle with amusement.

You beam broadly.

Kind Nepenthe sings, "But even if they were all wrong..."

Nepenthe repeats his melodic line on the viola a third below, then concludes a capella, "I hope you at least you liked the song."

Evette's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Daem gives Nepenthe a wild cheer!

His tail wagging happily, Nepenthe gives a bushy-tailed squirrel origami to Devotee of the Tah'vrai, Valonah Bel'Fiore, Soul of Darkness.

Geran gives up a round of applause.

A wry smile spreads across Kyalrhin's face.

Corissai smiles softly.

Tsakali gives Nepenthe a wild cheer!

Kyalrhin congratulates Nepenthe with some wild clapping.

You beam broadly at Nepenthe.

You feel that Nepenthe deserves some congratulation, and so you clap wildly.

Evette claps her hands together merrily.

A mischevious look fills Elexia's violet eyes as her lips turn up in a pixie's grin.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks to Valonah, chittering excitedly.

Faragan applauds Nepenthe heartily.

Nepenthe giggles happily.

Elexia applauds Nepenthe heartily.

Shulamit congratulates Nepenthe with some wild clapping.

Valonah gasps as she puts both hands over her heart "Ohhh I just love it, Nepenthe! Every single word and yes Purple is royal, regal and my favorite!" she leans close and hugs Nepenthe.

You purchase a fickle finger of fate as a gift for Kistan.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Kistan Rithel, "Happy Solstice!"

"Awwwww!" Valonah says.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Kistan Rithel, "Know did not have time to sign up. This seemed like sort of thing that might like."

You beam broadly at Nepenthe.

Kind Nepenthe laughingly says, "There's a bunch of stuff in the origami too."

Esei blinks.

Ashira giggles happily.

Seer Esei of the Ascending Dusk says to Nepenthe, "You know..."

Laughing to herself, Norra says, "I thought the song was the whole present."

"Oooooooooh!" Valonah says, eyes wide with wonder.

Nepenthe tilts his head curiously at Esei and offers a soft "Hmm?" in their direction.

A humble acorn package flutters apart in wisps of vellum as the last of its contents spill into Valonah's hands.

"Wow!" Valonah exclaims!

Seer Esei of the Ascending Dusk smiles and says to Nepenthe, "Modular origami do not require messages."

"Awwwww!" Valonah says.

Valonah hugs Nepenthe compassionately.

Shulamit tells you, "How many credits did I send you before? 11? Or was it only 9? For the bubble of popularity, because you are so popular."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Ivory Prism, "OH, meant to ask - was 11! Wait, what? What for again - want me to get a bubble? I will get a bubble to join your cult!"

Shulamit tells you, "Yes, I would like you to join my cult, yes yes!"

Speaking softly in salubrious tones of erudition, Faragan Ladyn says, "I hate to leave the party since it's just starting but, I must go rest."

You beam broadly at Faragan.

Faintly buzzing, you exclaim to Faragan, "Many thank yous for coming!"

Ashira Ysav'rai, the Glowing Ember says to Faragan, "Rest well!"

Nascent Corissai, Attendant to the Wyrd says to Esei, "Can you start handing out cakes, k'liane? Cider flavours are perfect for this weather."

Kyalrhin flashes Faragan a joyous smile.

Devotee of the Tah'vrai, Valonah Bel'Fiore, Soul of Darkness says, "To neph you know me, even if you don't know me! This was perfect!"

Speaking softly in salubrious tones of erudition, Faragan Ladyn says to you, "I hope you make this an anual solstice seasonal event. You've done a great job."

Esei nods their head at Corissai.

Kind Nepenthe says to Esei, "The modular origami went in the action origami, silly."

Valonah's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Nepenthe beams broadly at Valonah.

Esei stares implacably at Nepenthe.

You beam broadly at Shulamit.

Feoragan grins mischievously at you.

Faintly buzzing, you say to Esei, "Oh!"

Ashira Ysav'rai, the Glowing Ember says to Nepenthe, "Good sleuthing on present ideas!"

Kind Nepenthe exclaims to Valonah, "Hope you like some of that stuff!"

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

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Ivory Prism, "Will get settled in to the clan after the party - am so honored."

Esei nods their head sagely.

Esei nods solemnly.

Kistan Rithel says, "I too have to take my leave. It has been lovely seeing faces old and new."

Shulamit waves goodbye at Kistan.

Watching the snow falling from the firmament above with a small smile touching her lips, Rancoura sweeps into the area, her gaze soon falling to the gathering as she searches the array of faces.

Afollia curtseys gracefully.

Rancoura inclines her head politely to those around her.

Evette waves goodbye at Kistan.

Elexia lifts the cheesecake up to her nose and takes a cursory sniff, then tests the cake with her tongue before nodding in satisfaction. "Delicious," she chimes gratefully.

(Trasto): Xenthos says, "Don't forget about the Recognize command, folks."
(Trasto): Xenthos says, "If you like someone's RP, or appreciate their gift, or whatever- let them know!"

Kind Nepenthe smiles impishly and says, "Okay now where's my presents?"

You have been recognised by Ashira for: Wonderful Secret Solstice event!
You just earned 5 daily credits. You can earn 15 more.

You give a short gasp of elation.

Nascent Corissai, Attendant to the Wyrd murmurs to Norra, "Oh. I, uh. Thought you might like a gift."

Norra says to Geran, "Glad you don't mind us walking around making fools of ourselves."

Spinner Afollia, the Grand Diviner says, "Oh dear, did you behave well enough to deserve them?"

You have emoted: Gurashi looks at Ashira, blushing and smiling sheepishly.

Ashira hugs you compassionately.

Ashira Ysav'rai, the Glowing Ember says to you, "Best bug you are."

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Ivory Prism says to you, "Excellent cookies!"

Muttering in a barely audible whisper, Kyalrhin Ysav'rai says to Nepenthe, "Merry solstice."

Kind Nepenthe smiles broadly and says, "Thank you."

Elexia quickly unwraps a crystal anniversary present, which sprays glittering silver dust and cheerful confetti into the air, and grins enormously upon receiving 1 Czigany Coins.

Herald of Strife Geran, Blade of Shadows says to you, "Splendidly done, and organised."

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Ivory Prism says to Corissai, "Cheesecake!"

Corissai beams broadly at Norra.

Squeaking ominously, Duskflower Feoragan, Splendour of Nightfall says to Norra, "You have a memory of Glomdoring forever now."

Ashira Ysav'rai, the Glowing Ember says, "Did everyone get a present?"

Esei shakes their head.

Nascent Corissai, Attendant to the Wyrd says to Esei, "You didn't?"

Corissai creases his brow in a frown.

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Ivory Prism says to Ashira, "Only if the cheesecake was my gift, otherwise no."

In a hushed yet warm voice, Disciple of the Thorned Willow Esri, Proselyte of the Awakening says, "I have not."

Ashira Ysav'rai, the Glowing Ember says, "Oh, problems! Hold on. I shall resolve!" <-- UGLY CRYING

Muttering in a barely audible whisper, Kyalrhin Ysav'rai says, "In the literal sense? No, Ironbeard hasn't courted me yet this weave."

Razhril gives a group of 10 bottles of kiwi punch to Seer Esei of the Ascending Dusk.

Esei blinks.

You have emoted: Gurashi once more watches those gathered, his hands folded before his mouth. He begins to gently strum at his lute again with the other set of hands, offering a cheery bit of music to the occasion.

Esei tilts their head curiously at Razhril.

Razhril blinks.

Rancoura makes her way towards you, stepping deftly between various groupings and individuals. Once at your side, the Haruspex inclines her head to you, mindful of your performance.

Rancoura tells you, "All is well, Exemplar?"

Corissai bows respectfully to Rancoura.

Esei tilts their head curiously at Razhril.

Disciple of the Tah'vrai, Razhril says, "Yes?"

With a slow nod to Razhril, Esei shows their understanding.

Elexia's pointed ears perk with interest as she glances at you. A smile leaps to her lips as she closes her eyes, listening quietly to the sound.

From the strumming kephera's side, Rancoura returns Corissai's bow with a small dip of her own head in greeting.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks lost in space, focused on the sea of faces before he becomes quickly aware of Rancoura's presence, perking up.

You have been recognised by Shulamit for: For the lovely party, and the secret solstice, and joining of my death cult, I mean cooking cartel!
You just earned 4 daily credits. You can earn 11 more.

You have emoted: Gurashi continues to play, tilting his head to look at Rancoura cheerfully. "All is great," He answers lightly.

You smile softly at Shulamit.

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Ivory Prism says, "I will become big and strong like the Liar." <--eating cookies om nom

Valonah continues to watch the excitement below, still fixed upon her new things as she hums softly.

Ashira Ysav'rai, the Glowing Ember says to Esri, "Present!"

Ashira Ysav'rai, the Glowing Ember says, "Who else didn't get one?"

With a hopeful smile, Shulamit raises her hand high in the air.

Devotee of the Tah'vrai, Valonah Bel'Fiore, Soul of Darkness says to Nepenthe, "I think I shall hum your new tune all year long, or maybe longer!"

Ashira Ysav'rai, the Glowing Ember says to Shulamit, "You didn't get a present?"

Ashira flails about helplessly.

Nepenthe giggles happily at Valonah.

You give a cinnamon croissant to Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Ivory Prism.

Faintly buzzing, you say to Shulamit, "Next time go hunting, eat that beforehand."

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Ivory Prism says to Ashira, "I don't think my secret solstice giver has gifted, but I am not upset."

You beam broadly at Shulamit.

"Oh?" Shulamit exclaims quizzically.

Kind Nepenthe laughingly says to Valonah, "I guess I can send you the sheet music?"

"Oooooooooh!" Valonah says, eyes wide with wonder.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks back to Rancoura, positively swelling with pride, at a loss of words.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel, "Is going great...!"

Devotee of the Tah'vrai, Valonah Bel'Fiore, Soul of Darkness says to Nepenthe, "If you would do that for me, I would cherish it for always in my private library."

Corissai, "I haven't, I don't believe. You've used it in a bake? Interesting..."

Corissai nods his head.

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Ivory Prism says to Ashira, "Give gifts to others, yes yes."

Ashira Ysav'rai, the Glowing Ember says to Shulamit, "Present."

Ashira nods their head sagely.

Shulamit hugs Ashira compassionately.

Ashira hugs Shulamit compassionately.

Nepenthe scribbles a few notes on a marbled black-and-white notepad.

Ashira Ysav'rai, the Glowing Ember says, "Anyone else? Did everyone get something?"

Dusan, the coruscant sniffs Rancoura, trying to decipher just what that smell emanating from her is.

Elexia munches slowly on her bite of the cookie, glancing off to the side in a considering manner as she slowly nods. "When one gets just the right bite of the earthy root and the icing, it is perfection indeed!" she chirps in approval as she smiles to Corissai.

Oracular Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon says to Corissai, "It is a challenging ingredient, but so perfectly employed here."

Valonah hums a happy tune.