The prayer beads within her hair, viridescent green vivid among the fiery curls

Nepenthe Dahyu says, "At least tell me your favorite colors."

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

Tinged with aristocratic lilt, Beneficent Eminence Arae Villarreal, Alabaster Adherent says, "Oh yes."
Tinged with aristocratic lilt, Beneficent Eminence Arae Villarreal, Alabaster Adherent says, "Bottoms up!"
Arae sips dark beer from a shot glass.

You take a drink of dark beer from a shot glass.

As you draw a foamy mouthful of this dark ale, a host of bubbles dance
and snap upon your tongue. The beer has a rich smoothness, the sweetened
bark and roots of a blackthorn tree lending it a unique piquancy and
faint resiny note. Finishing with aromatic undercurrents of fresh
vanilla and crisp wintergreen, the flavours flow pleasantly over the
palate.

Caliph Hiresh Ryseni, Mistress of the Sands says, "I have an absurd amount of truefavor right now."

Amused, you say, "I am surprised to see both the Lady of Needles, and the Silver Lady on you at once."

Caliph Hiresh Ryseni, Mistress of the Sands says, "I have the Silver Ladies favor for..... 24 mdre months."

Arae hiccups suddenly.

Nepenthe lifts up a wizzer image box and points it at Emberly, pulling a lever on the side of the contraption. It begins to click and whirr, and a bulb rises up from the contraption. With a bright flash, you find yourself blinded momentarily. As your vision recovers, you notice a piece of paper floating into Nepenthe's hands from the machine.
"Be right back!" Nepenthe cries.

Nepenthe, riding an enormous stuffed dragon, leaves to the east.

You wince in pain.

Caliph Hiresh Ryseni, Mistress of the Sands says, "And I do believe the Lady of Needles favored the Order, not myself."

Echoed by rippling waters, you mutter, "I .... wizzer ..xes."

---> look Hiresh

She is an alluring sileni demigoddess changeling of diminutive stature, standing at around four and half feet at full height.  Her goat like legs are covered in bright brown fur, with highly polished hooves where feet would be.  Her hair falls slightly past her shoulders, a brilliant platinum blonde fading into a red ombre.  The hair is unstyled, hanging freely with wild bangs sweeping to the sides of her head.  Two small horns rise from her head curling backwards to end in a sharp point, a darker brown in color than the fur on her legs.  Her eyes are light brown, the color of fresh sap from a tree, perpetually stuck in a half-lidded expression of happiness at rest.  Her face is dusted with light freckles, imperceptible from any great distance away.  Her fingers are painted the color of brilliant flame with each hand having the six digits traditional of the sileni. Ardent, argent moonfire snaps and flares in her wake, blessed by the hallowed touch of Lisaera, the Silver Goddess. A disc of obsidian and gold floats above her head, the black crystal flashing with fuchsia light from within. Essence surges beneath her skin, and the air surrounding her shimmers with a faint glittering light as the truefavour of Malmydia, the Mother of Plagues dances about her in a nearly translucent fog.
A soft luminescence surrounds the two verdant antennae that emerge from her forehead, pulsing softly to a rhythm unheard. Thick at their bases, which are surrounded by tufts of ebony hair, the glowing antennae taper to needle-thin points.
She is wearing:
a wedding ring of shifting dreams
a slinky gown of scarlet silk
a golden lyrebird cloak
a simple metallic butterfly tattoo fluttering about the wearer's left hand
a hooded white winter coat
a ring of grasping hands
an ebony ring of heat-rippled mirages

Hiresh grins mischievously at you.

Pausing, you say, "You follow the Lady of Needles now?"
You ponder Hiresh thoughtfully, looking her up and down.

Hiresh raises an eyebrow questioningly.

Emberly sticks her tongue out and says 'Ack.'

Caliph Hiresh Ryseni, Mistress of the Sands says, "I no, She favored the Collectpon."

Comprehension flashes across your face.

Covering another hiccup, Beneficent Eminence Arae Villarreal, Alabaster Adherent says to Hiresh, "My Lady favours you, you've come a long way from being a cute maggot."

Emberly giggles happily.

Caliph Hiresh Ryseni, Mistress of the Sands says, "She does not favor me, but the Collection, for welcoqirg Her new High kriestm."
Hiresh rolls her eyes.

Arae hiccups suddenly.

Hiresh raises The Flame Lord's Gilt Brazier of Utopian Transformation high in the air, a beam of light falling on her.

Caliph Hiresh Ryseni, Mistress of the Sands says, "She does not favor me, but the Collection, for welcoming Her new High Priests."

Tinged with aristocratic lilt, Beneficent Eminence Arae Villarreal, Alabaster Adherent says, "I see."
Echoed by rippling waters, you say, "I see."

Arae nods solemnly to you.

Caliph Hiresh Ryseni, Mistress of the Sands says, "The Vluls."

Tinged with aristocratic lilt, Beneficent Eminence Arae Villarreal, Alabaster Adherent says, "Jinx!"

Caliph Hiresh Ryseni, Mistress of the Sands says, "They are mugwumps."

Echoed by rippling waters, you murmur, "I still... have not spoken to her yet."
You give a trillingly melodic laugh, your frills resonating with joy.
You smile brightly at Arae, your frills puffing with joy.
You cough softly.
Echoed by rippling waters, you say, "Spoken to HEr."
Your eyes raise to the heavens as a look of hope flashes across your face.

Tinged with aristocratic lilt, Beneficent Eminence Arae Villarreal, Alabaster Adherent says, "Vlulsenoo and Vluldaerui."

Echoed by rippling waters, you say, "Her. Spoken to Her."
Echoed by rippling waters, you say, "My tongues, it is rudely to me."

Hiresh grins mischievously at you.
Caliph Hiresh Ryseni, Mistress of the Sands says, "Many a wump lately."

Tinged with aristocratic lilt, Beneficent Eminence Arae Villarreal, Alabaster Adherent says, "They Vlem their auntie."

Echoed by rippling waters, you say, "It makes sense She would favor us, mugwumps yesly. We are sharded from Her Sister after alls. And also, mugwumps love experimentation."

Tinged with aristocratic lilt, Beneficent Eminence Arae Villarreal, Alabaster Adherent says, "Yes, well, Lady Mugwumpois was Their sister."

Arae nods her head emphatically.

Tinged with aristocratic lilt, Beneficent Eminence Arae Villarreal, Alabaster Adherent says, "Double jinx."

You give a trillingly melodic laugh, your frills resonating with joy.

Arae gives a platter of buttered popcorn to you.
Arae consumes a platter of buttered popcorn leisurely, seeming to enjoy every bite.

Echoed by rippling waters, you say to Arae, "Do I need to buy you an ale now."

You quickly devour a platter of buttered popcorn.
The sheer number of kernels of puffy popped corn provide for a great
deal of snacking or a lengthy meal, enough to last through a viewing of
a typical play at least. Each handful of kernels provides a mix of
lightness, crunch, salt, and the sweet taste of butter, seeming to
barely fill you up at all, but little by little, almost insidiously, the
platter's plentiful popcorn proves filling and satisfying.

Arae looks around furtively, brings her hand to her mouth and releases a small 'teehee'.

Caliph Hiresh Ryseni, Mistress of the Sands says, "Lady Mugowumpois is quite popular amongst the masses as well."

Echoed by rippling waters, you say, "Mhm."

Tinged with aristocratic lilt, Beneficent Eminence Arae Villarreal, Alabaster Adherent says to you, "Yes, you best for good luck."

You chuckle softly, your frilled tail flicking idly with amusement.

Caliph Hiresh Ryseni, Mistress of the Sands says, "A moment."
Caliph Hiresh Ryseni, Mistress of the Sands says, "Would either of you be willing to talk about your homes?"

Echoed by rippling waters, you murmur, "Ah, I have none on me."

Tinged with aristocratic lilt, Beneficent Eminence Arae Villarreal, Alabaster Adherent says, "Lady Mugwumpois, I think She must have been amazing."

You tilt your head curiously.
You nod your head at Arae.

Caliph Hiresh Ryseni, Mistress of the Sands says, "Speaking about other cities is one of our initial guild tasks."

Tinged with aristocratic lilt, Beneficent Eminence Arae Villarreal, Alabaster Adherent says, "Terribly kind, terribly cruel."

Echoed by rippling waters, you say, "Oh! Certainlys."

Caliph Hiresh Ryseni, Mistress of the Sands says, "And I think it would help Emberly to get it out of the way."

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

Tinged with aristocratic lilt, Beneficent Eminence Arae Villarreal, Alabaster Adherent says, "A Goddess of extremes."

Echoed by rippling waters, you say, "I always have wondered what parts of Her shard Iyam."

Tinged with aristocratic lilt, Beneficent Eminence Arae Villarreal, Alabaster Adherent says, "Yes, I will go after Cheliyi."

Hiresh gives a plaintive bleat, a surprisingly beautiful and harmonic chord.
Hiresh thanks you profusely.
Hiresh thanks Arae profusely.

Arae nods her head emphatically.

Caliph Hiresh Ryseni, Mistress of the Sands says to Arae, "Oh, I am a goat now."
Hiresh nods her head sagely.

Echoed by rippling waters, you say, "What do want to know?"

Hiresh points accusingly at Emberly.

Emberly ponders the situation.

Caliph Hiresh Ryseni, Mistress of the Sands says to Emberly, "There is no wrong question to ask."

Tinged with aristocratic lilt, Beneficent Eminence Arae Villarreal, Alabaster Adherent says to Hiresh, "Yes, congratulations on your sixth finger."

Hiresh waggles her eyebrows comically.

Tinged with aristocratic lilt, Beneficent Eminence Arae Villarreal, Alabaster Adherent says, "I'm sure Eica is delighted."

Your eyes raise to the heavens as a look of hope flashes across your face.
You smile wryly at Arae.

Revelrous Emberly says, "To be honest i don't know anything about the other cities and stuff so whatever you want to tell would be fine."

Echoed by rippling waters, you say to Arae, "There is a novice here, please."

A hand rises to cover Arae's painted lips, smothering what must be the beginnings of a grin.

Emberly giggles happily.

You chuckle softly, your frilled tail flicking idly with amusement.

Tinged with aristocratic lilt, Beneficent Eminence Arae Villarreal, Alabaster Adherent says, "All the more for her to perform an adoring massage of course."

Hiresh coughs softly.
Hiresh gives a trillingly melodic laugh.

Tinged with aristocratic lilt, Beneficent Eminence Arae Villarreal, Alabaster Adherent says, "Tyrus rubs my shoulders: it is divine."

Pash opens a beribboned jellyfish parasol.
The pastel-hued streamers attached to the translucent dome of the parasol dance gaily, lending it the resemblance a colourful jellyfish. A small but dark cloud gathers overhead ominously, unloading a shower of heavy raindrops only moments later and thoroughly drenching everything and everyone except Pash.
Pash closes a beribboned jellyfish parasol.
The pastel-hued streamers settle about the parasol, their bubbly crystal charms glistening like water droplets clinging to a jellyfish's tentacles.
"...tada," Pash declares, not very jazzily at all.

Echoed by rippling waters, you say to Emberly, "To be curious is always a goodly thing. Celest is the City of the Light, a place that is meant to herald hope and help to the surrounding areas. It has had a terrible past that even now its inhabitants fight to make better."

You blink.

Hiresh raises an eyebrow at Arae.

Arae flicks the water from her face.

You give a horrified gasp.

Hiresh giggles happily.

You give a trillingly melodic laugh, your frills resonating with joy.

Pash shrieks about how adorable you are, smooshing your cheeks together in a very aunt-like manner.

Warmly, you say, "Pash!"
You hug Pash as best as you can, pulling them into a tight embrace.

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

"Salutations, small one," Pash greets you, tilting her head to the left and then the right. "We are learning new things? Wonderful."

You nod your head sagely.

Caliph Hiresh Ryseni, Mistress of the Sands says, "I was not familiar that you were familiar with my grandmother, we are currently learning about Celest."

Revelrous Emberly says, "They are telling me about the other cities."

Hiresh nods her head emphatically.
Hiresh tilts her head and listens intently.

Cheerful, multicoloured flames burst into life before blazing a brilliant white, joining the towering inferno.

Echoed by rippling waters, you say, "Celest, it is a city on the ocean, where aquamancers learn about the tides and true Elemental Water. There are many people of difference statuses."

"Yes, Cheliyi is someone I know from before New Celest," Pash admits to Hiresh.

Dryly, you say, "The nobles are not my favorites."
You nod your head sagely.

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

Echoed by rippling waters, you say, "I used to be from Glomdorings, admittedly."

Nepenthe Dahyu smiles impishly and says to Emberly, "Hope these work for you."
Nepenthe gives a crossed-chest blouse of black silk to Revelrous Emberly.

Echoed by rippling waters, you say, "Is... a place."

Nepenthe gives a sarong-style skirt dyed with sunset hues to Revelrous Emberly.

Echoed by rippling waters, you say, "But yes, that is Celest, where I currently ams. Love my Lady, and Her Supernals."

Nepenthe gives a fanciful fireblossom fascinator to Revelrous Emberly.
Nepenthe gives a pair of fingerless crimson gloves to Revelrous Emberly.

Flesh Mistress Pash, the Lightning Blossom says to Nepenthe, "Most lovely fashionable sense you have."

Nepenthe gives The Buffoon's Mask of Boffo Falsehoods to Revelrous Emberly.
Nepenthe Dahyu says, "Oops, not that mask."

Nepenthe gives a pitch-black mask with crimson eyes to Revelrous Emberly.

You chuckle softly, your frilled tail flicking idly with amusement.

Revelrous Emberly says, "Oh love the crimson mask."

You pat Immaculate Prayer Beads of the Empyreal Goddess in a friendly manner.

Nepenthe beams broadly at Pash.

Caliph Hiresh Ryseni, Mistress of the Sands says, "I don't think we've yet broached the topic of Divine and patronage."

Revelrous Emberly says, "Dont worry i am still listening about celest."

Echoed by rippling waters, you say to Arae, "Gonna talk about Magnagoras now, yeah?"

Emberly giggles happily.

"I am glad you are made happy in New Celest," Pash declares to you, swaying in place, to and fro and stop and go.

A calming, warm breeze swirls around Arae as the fragrant scent of roses suffuses the area around her.

Echoed by rippling waters, you say to Emberly, "Unless you have questions about anything else."
You blink.
You smile softly at Pash.

The last vestiges of some sultry, mystical canticle reach your ears briefly before fading away.

Echoed by rippling waters, you say to Pash, "Iyam toos."

Revelrous Emberly says, "Well not at the moment i do not everything is still overwhelming to me i might have some eventually."

You nod your head sagely.

Emberly giggles happily.

Echoed by rippling waters, you say, "My frills are always opens."

Arae rakes a hand through her fiery curls, the Flame's light making them burn like fire. "Magnagor..." she pauses a moment, wincing.

Nepenthe stares blankly into space.

You have emoted: Cheliyi pats the frills on her face.

A rush of summer warmth passes through you as you smell grass and flowers and glimpse the limitless blue of a perfectly blue, sunlit sky.

You blink.

You tilt your head curiously at Arae.

Echoed by rippling waters, you whisper, "Did I guess wrong? Are you actually Hallifax?"
Beads of sweat break out on your face.

Arae murmurs softly to viridescent prayer beads of the Mother of Plagues, stroking them soothingly.

Hiresh grins mischievously at Nepenthe.

"Hallifax is not as dead," Pash assures you.

You nod your head at Pash.
You wipe the back of your hand across your brow in relief.

Arae's eyes close, watering as she turns away uttering, "Pardon me a moment."

Nepenthe waves goodbye at Berryl.

Berryl waves goodbye.

You think to yourself: **How strange, to sit and drink and laugh in the same place as one of the Lady of Needles. Would your Lady be disgusted?**.

Berryl is enveloped in translucent fire for a moment and is gone, her soul safe until she returns to Lusternia.

You crease your brow in a frown.
Echoed by rippling waters, you say, "Of coursely."

Caliph Hiresh Ryseni, Mistress of the Sands says to Arae, "Are you alright?"

You give Arae a friendly squeeze.

Uneasily, you say, "The Lady of Needles, though I do not know much, I know a little. But perhaps, I am biased."

---> in bright green oh my god aaaaa

The prayer beads within her hair, viridescent green vivid among the fiery curls, catch your eye even as the thought crosses your mind.

Caliph Hiresh Ryseni, Mistress of the Sands says, "I know She turned me into a maggot, I deserved it mind you."

Pash grunts softly, her eyes becoming narrow slits. "Questionable thing, that one."

You have emoted: Cheliyi's fingers glance along Immaculate Prayer Beads of the Empyreal Goddess wrapped loosely along her bandaged wrist, and she nods in silent agreement.

"Here, I will distract everyone," Pash decides, beginning to waggle her arms as if in sinuous dance.

You blink.
You smile wryly at Pash.

Hiresh gives a wistful smile and stamps her hoof against the ground in a rhythmic beat.
Hiresh grins mischievously at Pash.

Jolanthe enters from the east, emanating an aura of immense power.
Jolanthe scratches her head looking for an idea.

Caliph Hiresh Ryseni, Mistress of the Sands says, "Oh!"

You think to yourself: **a slight easing of the alert sense of dread.**.

Caliph Hiresh Ryseni, Mistress of the Sands says, "Well, Emberly is the one we were speaking to."

Wiggle-waggling, Flesh Mistress Pash, the Lightning Blossom says, "We are dancing, we are dancing. Laa, dancing and turning."

You have emoted: Cheliyi claps along softly, cracking a smile.

Jolanthe Myeras, the Branch Manager says, "Ah, very well."

Hiresh gives a trillingly melodic laugh.

Jolanthe Myeras, the Branch Manager asks, "So just - About Serenwilde, then?"
Jolanthe ponders the situation.

You glance askance at Arae.

Caliph Hiresh Ryseni, Mistress of the Sands says, "Oh, grandmother, meet grandmother."

Jezira plays an ebony viola floriated with violets and the haunting notes hang in the air before drifting away.

Jolanthe curtseys gracefully.

You incline your head politely to Jolanthe.

Jezira is swept away by a swirling funnel of sound and light.

You giggle happily.

Hiresh nods her head emphatically.

Pash joins her arm-waggles with a body-waggle as she turns in place. "Jolanthe, lovely Jolanthe."

Warmly, you say, "We have met."

Jolanthe Myeras, the Branch Manager says, "A few times, yes."

Caliph Hiresh Ryseni, Mistress of the Sands says, "I am assisting them with accomplishing a guild task."

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

Caliph Hiresh Ryseni, Mistress of the Sands says, "To learn about other nations."
Caliph Hiresh Ryseni, Mistress of the Sands says to Emberly, "This is Jolanthe, my grandmother, of Serenwilde."

Revelrous Emberly says, "Sorry i wanted to change my clothes."

Arae shakes out her braids, the beads within her hair clattering softly. "Yes, I am fine thank you." She dabs at each eye, cheeks flush and lips curled into a smile though her voice is strained. "Ah...?"

Emberly giggles happily.

Hiresh flashes Arae a joyous smile.

Revelrous Emberly says, "Oh hello Jolanthe."

Jolanthe Myeras, the Branch Manager says, "Hello, hello."

You have emoted: Cheliyi never quite turns fully away from Arae as the conversation continues, keeping an eye on her before replying, "Is good you are fine."

---> spooky blue

Perhaps it is the light of the flame. Perhaps it is her movement as she shakes her head. But the viridescent beads within seem almost to vibrate, and you feel a pressure against your wrist as though two magnetic stones were being held against each other despite their desire to separate. It is uncomfortable. She. Is uncomfortable.

The dancing ceases. Pash nods her head a single time. "Yes. Most fine."

Revelrous Emberly says, "So which city is being discussed next."

Caliph Hiresh Ryseni, Mistress of the Sands says, "It depends on whoever speaks quickest I guess."

The corners of Hiresh's mouth turn up as she grins mischievously.

Jolanthe Myeras, the Branch Manager says, "No idea! I'm just trying not to speak out of turn and getting a feel for the current point of conversation."

Emberly giggles happily.

You have emoted: Cheliyi grimaces suddenly, readjusting her prayer beads.

Hiresh raises an eyebrow at you.

With a wistful look on her face, Hiresh touches Prayer Beads of Ein.

Tinged with aristocratic lilt, Beneficent Eminence Arae Villarreal, Alabaster Adherent says to Jolanthe, "Please go ahead, Jolanthe."

You think to yourself: **This is terrible, but not her fault. Do not be -rude- Cheliyi.**.

The bright, bell-like voice of Hiresh rings in your ear, "Is everything fine?"

Jolanthe tugs her chin thoughtfully.
Jolanthe Myeras, the Branch Manager says, "Very well, hmm."

Pash settles to the ground in a cross-legged position, inhaling deeply. As she brings her hands up to rest open-palmed at either side, she exhales, all tension leaving her body.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Caliph Hiresh Ryseni, Mistress of the Sands, "**a sense of unease pervades the aethers, but there is a layer of soothing peace atop it.** I am fine. Just a bit warm."

You think to yourself: As above, so below. As above, so below.

Hiresh points a star-etched coral ring at you, and sparks fly out of it.

Warm water showers down upon you. You feel compelled to scrub under your armpits until you are squeaky clean. Ah, how refreshing!

Flesh Mistress Pash, the Lightning Blossom says, "It is important to remember that Serenwilde is not a city, also."

You blink.
You give a trillingly melodic laugh, your frills resonating with joy.

Revelrous Emberly says, "So what is serenwilde then."

You think to yourself: **the water is a sudden shock, and then, clarity**.

Flesh Mistress Pash, the Lightning Blossom says to Emberly, "Jolanthe will teach you."
Flesh Mistress Pash, the Lightning Blossom says to Emberly, "It simply is not a city."

You have emoted: Cheliyi wicks the water from her clothes into a small ball, dropping it into her amphora.

Jolanthe Myeras, the Branch Manager says, "I suppose it's fair enough to say Serenwilde is the oldest current organisation, being the forests on the whole were what started the healing process of the land in the wake of the Vernal Wars - though exactly how long that time is would be anyone's guess, and it's very likely Gaudiguch would be second to it at this point, unless you consider Gloriana before its transformation."

Eritheyl nods solemnly to Hiresh.

Hiresh tilts her head and listens intently.

Emberly's ears perk up with a sudden interest.

Arae folds her hands and dips in a brief bow, "I think it best I step away. Thank you for the beers and company."

Hiresh inclines her head politely to Arae.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Beneficent Eminence Arae Villarreal, Alabaster Adherent, "**a sense of apology, and quiet unease** Iyam sorry if my presence is chafing."

You incline your head politely to Arae.

"Oh no. Our age has been revealed," Pash murmurs, "Gaudiguch, The Old."

Eritheyl smirks.

Arae drifts off to the east, her form trailing wisps of perfumed, lavender mist.

Jolanthe Myeras, the Branch Manager says, "Though the forest and its community is old in its roots, it has a deep tradition in the cycles of things and in recognising the rhythm and flow that dictates life and the base primal energies of creation."

You smile wryly at Pash.

A voice seems to whisper from amongst the Flame, crackling and dying. Perhaps instead it is the moaning of sands scraped past on the wind. Yet the words are clear, hoarse and strained as though whispered in a dying gasp, "As Below...." Your chest seizes as your heart skips a beat, the bastardisation of the mantra which has become so familiar to you stealing your breath for a moment. "....So Above...."

You have emoted: Cheliyi freezes suddenly.

Jolanthe Myeras, the Branch Manager says to Pash, "The oldest know how the party best, though - and make the best booze."

 The melodious voice of Arae resonates in your mind, "Ah, your Lady and my Lady in it seems, have a past."

Jolanthe nods her head sagely.

Flesh Mistress Pash, the Lightning Blossom says to Jolanthe, "Yes, accurate."

"Heh heh heh" Emberly chuckles.

Jolanthe Myeras, the Branch Manager says, "Poor Glomdoring is so abstinent. But nevermind that!"

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Beneficent Eminence Arae Villarreal, Alabaster Adherent, "I... am awares, yeah. You are a lovely persons. Am sorry it is so."

You glance askance at the Eternal Flame.

In every corner, glazed vessels illuminate with licks of flame, while red embers spit and glow within hanging censers.

The melodious voice of Arae resonates in your mind, "No reason to apologise for things beyond our control, yes? It was lovely to meet you."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Beneficent Eminence Arae Villarreal, Alabaster Adherent, "And you."

Hiresh smirks.

Jolanthe Myeras, the Branch Manager says, "Serenwilde also has pretty diverse cast of races and peoples that make up its home, and even now we're still finding more - since the forest has made its own mistakes over time and sometimes things are lost and found again, despite diligent effort to forget."
Jolanthe Myeras, the Branch Manager looks skeptical and says, "Or it might be just we talk so much we forget in general."

Eritheyl's eyes twinkle enchantingly.

Echoed by rippling waters, you murmur, "Excuse me for a moment."

---> leave room

The Bridge of Kahzadi.
Threads of burning aether radiate a blistering heat as they drift through the air, originating from a war shrine of Kalikai nearby. Throughout the location, small dancing flames flicker and spark. Blurred, twisting realities distort the air, weaving with the eddying waves rising off of the lava beneath this narrow precipice. Braziers line this slender bridge, lending to the almost suffocating atmosphere. Patterns shine into existence in the light of the unending fire, suggesting at paradoxical, yet somehow reaffirming truths, glimpsed briefly before descending once more into the raw, elemental fire. To the west, the imposing form of the Eternal Flame twists in unending, fiery glory.
You see exits leading east and west.

Gently pressing three fingers to your brow, then drawing them to rest upon your heart, you intone, "As above, so below." As the words leave your lips, a bright aura suffuses you with a calm, soothing white light that fills you with a sense of inner peace.

The bright, bell-like voice of Hiresh rings in your ear, "Please be safe grandmother."

You have emoted: Cheliyi exhales shakily.
Quietly, you say, "As above, so below. Iyam okay, and Iyam in control of myself. Is not my fault."
You close your eyes and inhale deeply, absorbing the scent of your surroundings.
You let loose a long breath from your lungs, exhaling slowly.

A darting shadow slips through the edge of your vision as a reptilian tail disappears into the haven of some obscure corner.

You grab protectively at a glass ampoule of bottled starlight.

The glittering mist around Muginn burns away, the moaning visages of the damned slowly seeping back into his coat.

You pet Muginn, the ghost-feathered magpie ingratiatingly.

Muginn clicks his beak, his feathers ruffling as he blinks up at you with an uncharacteristically fond look in his eye.

Echoed by rippling waters, you murmur to Muginn, the ghost-feathered magpie, "You know what I'm saying, yeahs? Peace of mind means peace of hearts."

Muginn, the ghost-feathered magpie preens his feathers, uncaring of your words.

A wry smile spreads across your face.
Echoed by rippling waters, you say, "Right."

You think to yourself: As below, so above?

You think to yourself: How strange.

The pressure has lessened immediately upon your distance to her. No. Your distance to those beads, carrying Her infernal energy, Her very essence. You wonder, for but a moment, if the voice you heard was even real, or simply a product of the fear which had prickled the back of your neck and sent shivers through your frills.

You have emoted: Cheliyi rubs at Immaculate Prayer Beads of the Empyreal Goddess with a deep frown, staring at the sandstone with clouded eyes.

Quietly, you say, "Perhaps a meeting with Her will go very, very poorly."

You think to yourself: **But you are curious nonetheless... and it is better to know than to fear.**

You shake your head.
Echoed by rippling waters, you say, "Must be better than thats. Already went crazy once, yeahs?"

You glance askance at Muginn, the ghost-feathered magpie.
Muginn clicks his beak, his feathers ruffling as he blinks up at you with an uncharacteristically fond look in his eye.

 The pressure...gone. A glance over your shoulder and the red locks with those awful, green beads are nowhere to be seen. You are safe. For now.

Echoed by rippling waters, you murmur, "Ohmygods I'm talking to myself again."
You glance askance.

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

Echoed by rippling waters, you mutter, "Safety. Fearing for my safety. How foolish can I bes? Or is it foolish to not?"
You have emoted: Cheliyi shakes out her hands.

Wearily, you murmur, "I should go rest."

Leaning forward, you gently press a kiss to Muginn, the ghost-feathered magpie's brow.
Muginn clicks his beak, his feathers ruffling as he blinks up at you with an uncharacteristically fond look in his eye.

Echoed by rippling waters, you say to Muginn, the ghost-feathered magpie, "Let's go, yeahs?"

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Caliph Hiresh Ryseni, Mistress of the Sands, "Iyam. Have fun with you party, you are doing amazing! Love you dearly."

You begin murmuring the names of the sefira in the Tree of Life. Eyes half-closed, you find the true name of the Pool of Stars and whisper it softly.

Domothean energies surge around your figure as you step forwards into the Tree itself and through Kether into another location.