So you want to marry my daughter

Naevari tells you, "It was a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Zitto."

You tell Naevari, "And yours, Naevari. I hope our paths cross again soon."

Naevari tells you, "As do I. When they do, should I address you with any honorific? I'm afraid I'm none too familiar with Hallifaxian customs..."

You tell Naevari, "As a peer of the realm, I am sometimes addressed as Lord Shevat by my countrymen, but as there are no peerages in the Serenwilde, Zitto is quite fine."

Naevari tells you, "I see. Zitto, then."

You tell Naevari, "Just so, thank you. And is there any form of address you prefer?"

Curls of incense spiral around you, their scent reminding you strangely, of the tart fragrance of wildflowers.

Naevari tells you, "Just Naevari, for myself." The elfen pauses, and a faint, distant feeling -- amusement, perhaps -- wafts gently through the aether between your minds. "I've no peerage of my own to speak of, in the Wilde."

Naevari tells you, "Just Naevari, for myself." The elfen pauses, and a faint, distant feeling -- amusement, perhaps -- wafts gently through the aether between your minds. "I've no peerage of my own to speak of, in the Wilde."

You tell Naevari, "There is a nobility in service to the land and nature, I think."

Naevari tells you, "Yes. So do I."

Naevari tells you, "I'm glad you see things that way."

"Nobility," the voice is soft against your ear, "Is that what you are called in your city, little one?"

You have emoted: Zitto breathes deeply of the incense in the chamber. For a moment he starts in surprise, but he quickly collects himself. "For my work promoting Hallifax's culture, my countrymen have styled me a lord," he offers. He considers the matter further before adding, "I am honored to have been of service to my people."

You have emoted: Zitto kneels before the bowl, staring down at his own reflection in the water within contemplatively.

Tilting Her head to one side, Maylea, Bloom of Serenity says, "What do you see?"

You say, "Something much different that I once would have. Knowing Your Lief has changed so much inside of me. What I value, what I do, the company I keep. So much is not as it was before. I am grateful to her, and to You."

You say, "I see hope in my eyes. That was not there before."

Maylea breaks into a small smile, walking in a slow circle about you. "You walk the forest often these days. For My Lief? Or for something more?" Her golden eyes glimmer in the smoke of the incense.

You say, "I would be lying if I denied that my heart belongs to her. She is no small factor in where I spend my time, but my hope now lives in the green things of this world. In a belief that the First World and its people can be renewed."

"Including those of the crystalline city?" Maylea steps closer to you, and as She steps, swirls of colour rise in Her footsteps, making shapes of spirals, of sprouts, of living tendrils that curl and bend.

You have emoted: Zitto looks up to Maylea, wonder in his eyes. His voice is soft as he replies, "I was once so proud of my place among my people. So proud that they had once chosen me to lead them. Now I worry for them, so many of them caught up in the great gears of the machinery of state." His expression, having turned wistful, suddenly hardens. With resolve, he finishes, "There is life there, but I would see it shine brighter. Freer."

Maylea lifts a hand to the air. A letter adorned with bluebells materialises in Her fingers. She gazes at it for a moment, and then you. "The you whom you call dead bargained with the Traitors." Her golden eyes study your form. "You seek to atone. You seek to learn. In fact, there is a work you would undertake?"

Maylea lifts a hand to the air. A letter adorned with bluebells materialises in Her fingers. She gazes at it for a moment, and then you. "The you whom you call dead bargained with the Traitors." Her golden eyes study your form. "You seek to atone. You seek to learn. In fact, there is a work you would undertake?"

You have emoted: Zitto nods deferentially. "The people of Hallifax put stock in what they... what we call the Higher Emotions. It is the art of feeling those feelings which most ennoble you." He frowns for a moment, his eyes going distant as he searches for words. Finally he finds them, and continues, "I see it in contrast to Your Serenity, feeling what must be felt, but remaining yourself in spite of that. I think there is a lesson there for them in the contrast, and especially for me. For now I see the wisdom only dimly, as if through water. I will need to study further before it becomes clear."

You tell Unbroken Lief Myeras-Silvermoon, "My dear, I am afraid I will have to ask that we postpone our picnic."

Lief tells you, "Oh - oh! Of course, my dearest. Take your time."

Lief tells you, "We will have plenty of time to enjoy and celebrate."

Maylea reaches out to tenderly cup your cheek in Her hand.

Her voice soft, Maylea, Bloom of Serenity says, "The walk is admirable. And I hope to see your fruit." She pauses, a small smile coming to Her lips. "You intend to wed My Lief."

You have emoted: Zitto nods again. He agrees, "I do. I cannot imagine loving anything as much as I love her." His eyes go distant once again and a daydreamy smile overtakes his face. "Everything about her is a wonder. I will spend my life with her."

You have emoted: Zitto reflects, "I am in Your debt. I met her in seeking to learn about You."

Her voice dropping low as She gazes away, Maylea murmurs, "She does not easily give her hand and heart." You sense a flicker of blue before your vision: bluebells. "Her colours grow brighter in your presence." Maylea steps away slightly from you, Her sari swishing with a soft susurration. "I wonder if the opposite might also be true. Once you take her hand, you are bound together." The Goddess's golden irises hold a question. "Do you understand?"

You have emoted: Zitto lowers his head, gazing at the floor. His voice is soft but full of conviction as he answers, "I belong to her already. We are bound. Where she goes, there I will also be."

You say, "I would leave the city if she asked me, my loyalties to my countrymen be they what they may. But her love is gracious. She will not ask it of me."

Maylea nods, tracing Her hand upon the air. Bluebells flutter from nothingness. She catches one, and its blossoms sway in Her fingers.

Maylea, Bloom of Serenity says, "You would become Marythen, and walk beside My Lief then?

You have emoted: Zitto looks back up at you. Earnestly, he replies "To walk beside her and to serve before you are the chief wishes of my heart."

Her tresses flickering blue as She nods, Maylea gives a sky-hued bluebell flower to you.

You have emoted: Zitto accepts the offered flower in both hands, cradling it with reverence.

"Then I give you the blessing, to come to Marythen, and to take My Avatar's hand." Maylea's golden eyes gleam as She gazes upon the bluebell in your hands.

Maylea, Bloom of Serenity says, "May you renew your colours and make good of the vividness in her."

Gracefully departing, Maylea dissolves into a swirl of prismatic colours.

You say, "You are very gracious, Lady Maylea. Thank You for the trust You place in me."

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At the top of a slender, stiff stalk, the little bluebell flower bends to the side to form the shape of its name. Coloured a pure sky blue, the little petals curl delicately outwards at the end of the bell. The stalk itself is a muted green, so that the colour of the flower seems ever more vivid.