Mlaan Returns from Aquagoria, and Has a Dream

You curtsey gracefully before Qoivhae.

Qoivhae flashes you a joyous smile.

In a stage whisper to Qoivhae, you say, "There was a shrine to the Lord Legion on the gnomish contraption, and they were praising Uzriel for defeating a squid. I can only assume they're evil."

You say, "Other than that, it's an amazing place, but empty. We need to fill it with sea life!"

Accompanied by a rhythmic flapping of gills, Magister Qoivhae Vivalde, the Royal Curator asks, "A shrine of Lord Morgfyre?"

You nod your head emphatically.

Accompanied by a rhythmic flapping of gills, Magister Qoivhae Vivalde, the Royal Curator says, "Hmmm."

You say, "A nasty thing. I wish I could replace it with one to my Lady. But, I am just one little mugwump at the start of her studies."

You say, "In time, we'll have the endless ocean of Aquagoria filled with sharks and fish and eels and jellyfish of all kinds."

Accompanied by a rhythmic flapping of gills, Magister Qoivhae Vivalde, the Royal Curator says, "The followers of Lady Carakhan should defile it."

You say, "I've only ever met the one other one - Duke Gyorn."

Accompanied by a rhythmic flapping of gills, Magister Qoivhae Vivalde, the Royal Curator says to you, "Not sure about that, Aquagoria is still a foreign land."

Accompanied by a rhythmic flapping of gills, Magister Qoivhae Vivalde, the Royal Curator says, "Misericorde is another."

You say, "I haven't had the pleasure of meeting Duchess Coldwater as yet."

Accompanied by a rhythmic flapping of gills, Magister Qoivhae Vivalde, the Royal Curator says, "And the ever elusive Tridemon."

Unconsciously touching the nautilus shell necklace at her throat, you say, "I... Maybe I can work on making Aquagoria a paradise where once was pain for Her."

You say, "We'd all appreciate another merian colony, I'm sure!"

Accompanied by a rhythmic flapping of gills, Magister Qoivhae Vivalde, the Royal Curator says, "Well, more than anything, Aquagoria was a place for Her transformation."

You nod your head slowly in understanding.

You say, "She was trapped there, fleeing for Her life without rest all those years, but there's nothing living there. I didn't see a single fish or gull or shrimp."

You say, "Some seaweed, but nothing more."

Accompanied by a rhythmic flapping of gills, Magister Qoivhae Vivalde, the Royal Curator says, "As for another merian colony, that's quite a feat."

Accompanied by a rhythmic flapping of gills, Magister Qoivhae Vivalde, the Royal Curator says to you, "Aye, I have to agree that Aquagoria is a very lonely place."

You say, "Mugwumpi won't like the salt-sea much without elementalist training I'm afraid, so the merians are the best positioned to look after the seas."

You have emoted: Mlaan gasps delightedly, her throat swelling to four times its normal size.

You say, "There's seaweed there! We should send some kelpies to start making sure the water is clean!"

You say, "Shesha ma'Anas'im is their home, but surely they once lived in the Crystal Sea too? And more must live in the Amberle Ocean! Why not send some of them to grow more kelpies in the safety of Aquagoria?"

You have emoted: Mlaan tries in vain to conceal her outburst of excitement, forcibly contracting her throat with an unladylike croak, and clasping her hands before her lap.

Accompanied by a rhythmic flapping of gills, Magister Qoivhae Vivalde, the Royal Curator says, "Kelpies are on their own."

You glance askance.

Accompanied by a rhythmic flapping of gills, Magister Qoivhae Vivalde, the Royal Curator says, "Unfortunately, they have their own minds, decisions."

Accompanied by a rhythmic flapping of gills, Magister Qoivhae Vivalde, the Royal Curator says, "Perhaps, we could convince them, some of them."

You nod your head emphatically.

You say, "I think we'll have an easier job if we start moving other living things in."

You say, "Maybe some more seaweed and some algae... Some shrimp..."

Eyes wide, you exclaim, "Maybe a whaaaale!"

Accompanied by a rhythmic flapping of gills, Magister Qoivhae Vivalde, the Royal Curator says, "And we still do not know if their fae bodies are adapted to Aquagoria. We require tests; geography, climate, ways to forage."

Accompanied by a rhythmic flapping of gills, Magister Qoivhae Vivalde, the Royal Curator says, "I think it is feasible to do some sort of aquaculture farming."

Excitement turning to ash in her eyes, you ask, "-Farming-?"

Accompanied by a rhythmic flapping of gills, Magister Qoivhae Vivalde, the Royal Curator says, "Like you said, shrimp breeding."

Accompanied by a rhythmic flapping of gills, Magister Qoivhae Vivalde, the Royal Curator says, "Cultivating some seaweeds."

Accompanied by a rhythmic flapping of gills, Magister Qoivhae Vivalde, the Royal Curator says, "Seaweed farming, aye."

You look about yourself, rubbing your chin thoughtfully.

Accompanied by a rhythmic flapping of gills, Magister Qoivhae Vivalde, the Royal Curator asks, "If we could gather seaweeds, why not plant them?"

You say, "No planting - no seafloor! It's just one big bubble!"

Accompanied by a rhythmic flapping of gills, Magister Qoivhae Vivalde, the Royal Curator says, "In fact, we can plant merbloom or sargassum."

Accompanied by a rhythmic flapping of gills, Magister Qoivhae Vivalde, the Royal Curator says, "Well, I hope some genius would invent how to plant without requiring soil."

Accompanied by a rhythmic flapping of gills, Magister Qoivhae Vivalde, the Royal Curator says, "We dunno."

Qoivhae shrugs helplessly.

You have emoted: Mlaan smiles without restraint, her eyes burning with the idea that she could be that genius.

Accompanied by a rhythmic flapping of gills, Magister Qoivhae Vivalde, the Royal Curator says to you, "I am glad to learn you enjoyed Aquagoria."

You have emoted: Mlaan appears torn between two impulses, as one eye stares due east towards the sea, while the other points back towards the south-west towards the library.

Ionye, the celestial amphiptere says, "...Aquagoria? Me familiar."

'Oh?' Qoivhae exclaims quizzically at Ionye, the celestial amphiptere.

Eyes remaining distant as she curtseys, you exclaim, "Thank you very much for the opportunity, Magister!"

The sound of rushing water fills the air for a moment before falling silent.

Qoivhae nods his head at you, showing his acceptance.

Accompanied by a rhythmic flapping of gills, Magister Qoivhae Vivalde, the Royal Curator says to you, "I shan't keep you any longer."

Accompanied by a rhythmic flapping of gills, Magister Qoivhae Vivalde, the Royal Curator says, "Off I go."

Qoivhae waves goodbye at you.

You exclaim, "May the Light... uh... shine... on you!"

You have emoted: Mlaan exchanges a confused look with a guard.

You whisper to a cavalier of the Light, "I don't speak Delportian, you make it sound different!"

You have emoted: Mlaan glances left and right before dashing off towards the library.