Partake and Discuss

(Before the Veil): You say, "Given that so many of us are present, I believe it is a fine time
to gather. We shall partake of our Lady's memories, so that we may discuss them and their
lessons. Those of you that are available to do so, report to our Lady's realm."

Glacydra steps through the misty curtain of a luminous waterfall, emerging in a shimmer of
water and light.
Glacydra has entered the area.

Glacydra folds their hands at their waist and bows solemnly before rising again.

With a faint smile, the corners of their eyes crinkled in warmth, Ablutant Glacydra Coldwater,
Wanderer in the Mist says, "I am here, Incandescent."

Ablutant Glacydra Coldwater, Wanderer in the Mist says, "I wish my sincerest congratulations on
your promotion."

Avaris inclines his head to Glacydra courteously, antennae upright, yet
relaxed. "Wanderer Glacydra. It is good to see you." At the congratulations, a glittering wash
of scintillating motes of light sparks to life within the seven, azure orbs of his eyes, his
voices warm as he says, "Thank you. I look forward to serving our Lady in this capacity."

Glacydra smiles, a great array of fish-like teeth revealing themselves in their grin. "I look
forward to the discussion. There is so much to consider and analyse. It is a privilege to know
what past events have contributed to the wonder that is our Lady Empyreal today."


(Before the Veil): Cheliyi (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Ah, will be on my way!"


Cheliyi steps through the misty curtain of a luminous waterfall, emerging in a shimmer of water
and light.
Trailing in a bone-chilling fog, Muginn, the ghost-feathered magpie flies in from the ether.
Cheliyi has entered the area.

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

Cheliyi inclines her head politely to those around her.

The pointed tips of Cheliyi's ears twitch to some errant sound.

With an emphatic, brisk nod, Avaris affirms, "It truly is. We are blessed
beyond measure to have the opportunity to partake of our Lady's Wisdom, and Her memories." The
tips of his antennae curve down, the sanguine lines forming a frown, displeasure seeping into
his tone. "One that it seems few wish to seize." At Cheliyi's arrival, he offers a polite
inclination of his head, replying, "Blessed Cheliyi. It is good that you have come."

Glacydra flashes Cheliyi a joyous smile.

Glacydra folds their hands at their waist and bows solemnly before rising again.

With a slight frown, Ablutant Cheliyi Skydrifter says, "Anointed Avaris, most of our Lady's
devoted cannot partake of memories until they are Blessed, rights? And we only have so few
Blessed."

Ablutant Glacydra Coldwater, Wanderer in the Mist says, "I can view the memories."

Cheliyi blinks.

Surprised, Ablutant Cheliyi Skydrifter says, "Oh."

Voice resonating with choral harmonics, you say, "There is no such requirement, that I am aware
of, no. Perhaps I am mistaken, but I do not recall such limitations."

Ablutant Glacydra Coldwater, Wanderer in the Mist laughingly says, "I was just saying to
Anointed Avaris that it is such a privilege to know some of the past events have contributed to
the wonderful presence that our Lady Empyreal is today."

With a gentle smile, Ablutant Glacydra Coldwater, Wanderer in the Mist says, "So I am looking
forward to sharing in them together for discussion and interpretation, in hopes it will bring
us closer to Her."

Ablutant Glacydra Coldwater, Wanderer in the Mist says, "And to each other!"

After a pause, Glacydra glances around at the anchoresses passing through and nods to themself.

The dense, gleaming plates that form Avaris's visored face offer little in the
way of hints as to his mood as he watches the two others interact, hands folded behind his
back. Antennae flicking at the coming and going of the anchoresses, he tilts his head up,
saying, "Let us move out of the way of the good lady anchoresses."

Cheliyi begins to follow you.

With a nod, Ablutant Glacydra Coldwater, Wanderer in the Mist says, "Let us."

Glacydra begins to follow you.

Before the veil of mist.
Sidereal waterfalls spill into the luminous pool of this baptismal font, forming a sparkling
veil of mist. The banks of fog at the base of the cascading water swirl across the marble
floors with an enchanting, mysterious haze, whispering across the mosaic lotus tiles. Pillars
of white marble encircle the fountain, while celadon blue statuettes of veiled priestesses hold
urns of overflowing light before the waters. The starry light that pours forth collects and
pools at the centre of the chamber, where a single star lotus unfurls in eternal bloom.
Luminous streams overflow from a baptismal fountain of water and light here. Muginn, the ghost-
feathered magpie perches here with a mischievous glint in his eye.
You see exits leading northeast, southeast, southwest, northwest, up, and down.

Thoughtfully, Ablutant Cheliyi Skydrifter says, "Huh. I could have sworn that was why I could
not access the fonts yets... I guess I was mistaken back thens."

Ablutant Glacydra Coldwater, Wanderer in the Mist says, "It feels not too long ago that I
joined, so perhaps it was restricted at some point beforehand?"

Ablutant Glacydra Coldwater, Wanderer in the Mist says, "I gathered from the Lady's more recent
posts that She seeks to be known, so it would make sense to extend the privilege to more of Her
newer followers."

Cheliyi warbles softly to herself. "Ah, I found my mistake. In the OHELP UNANOINTED scroll, it
says that must perform the ritual after becoming Blessed by Purity, but is not a restriction. I
misreads."

Talons clicking upon the floor, Avaris moves towards the northwest exit,
turning to regard Cheliyi over one spiked, heavily armoured shoulder. "That would explain it.
We shall each partake of a Font, and share what we experienced, and then discuss."

Glacydra nods their head emphatically.

Ablutant Glacydra Coldwater, Wanderer in the Mist says, "Do we need to share the basin? I can
go quickly."

Glacydra proudly shows off an immaculate stone basin:
Of humble make, this immaculate stone basin is polished to a perfect smoothness by the river's
hand, bearing no flaws and little ornamentation on its white surface; an inlay of celadon jade
provides its sole embellishment. The bluish-grey gemstone outlines a symbol of the Lady Lantra:
an urn overflowing with water and light. Four perfect streams of water pour forth from the urn,
while set atop the urn's surface rests a star lotus in eternal bloom. Faint and worn, a single
inscription has been etched beneath it.

Voice resonating with choral harmonics, you say, "Ah. A fair point. I have not attempted to
share it, but we shall endeavour to see if such is possible."

Glacydra nods their head emphatically.

The Font of Purity.
Glistening waterfalls surround this marble font, sculpted in homage to Lantra, the White.
Beautiful doves carved from mother-of-pearl soar about Her with silent joy, their wings gliding
through the waterfalls to spray a gentle mist of sparkling white. The Goddess's long robes flow
to the waters below, Her hands outstretched to cradle a single star lotus held within Her
palms, captured in eternal bloom. Endless living star lotuses blossom at Her feet, unfurling
their dewy petals to reveal their sparkling hearts. Muted sconces of soft starlight provide a
soft, ambient light to this chamber, twinkling in and out like constellations on the walls.
Muginn, the ghost-feathered magpie perches here with a mischievous glint in his eye.
You see exits leading north, southeast, and southwest.

You drop an immaculate stone basin.
The statue of Lantra, the White shines with immaculate light as an immaculate stone basin
slowly fills with luminous waters from the Font of Purity.

"Drink," a calm, feminine voice echoes through the chamber, "and know of the Soul, and that
which must be defended against all corruption."

As the waters quiet, an immaculate stone basin vanishes in a flash of blessed light, returning
once more to your hands.

You take a long draught of water, hoping to quench your thirst.
The luminous, sparkling waters bring a calm clarity to your mind as you receive a vision of the
Lady Lantra:
You can hear the shy smile in Rhapsody's voice as She beckons: "I want to show you something."
When the winged Goddess lifts Her voice in song, your heart stirs, as it always has, to hear
even a memory of the Song of Creation. And yet, you sense something new to its melody: an
aching sweetness, a latent strength that uplifts the spirit with the rise and fall of each note
from Rhapsody's lips. You are startled to recognize this healing power, for it is an echo of
your own. How long had this Goddess watched you, to understand your arts so intuitively and
convey them in Her song? "You... inspired Me," Rhapsody admits, breathless in Her confession.
There were those of the Hamadhi who believed that Dynara would tie two souls to one another
with the strings of Fate, entwining them together for an eternity. You had never given much
credence to the notion. Until now.

Lowering the empty basin, which he cups in his lower pair of hands, Avaris the
brilliant blue of his eyes dimming a shade. "Lady Rhapsody sings for our Lady, and in Her song
there is a note of our Lady's healing ability - Infused after much time spent with our Lady,
and from paying great attention to Her, and Her work. Our lady considers that there is the
concept of two souls which are bound together by Dynara, with strings of Fate." Handing the
basin to Glacydra, he says, simply, "Discuss."

You give an immaculate stone basin to Ablutant Glacydra Coldwater, Wanderer in the Mist.

Glacydra gazes into the now-empty basin, pondering quietly.

Glacydra says slowly and thoughtfully, "I believe the more time you spend with another, on
close terms, the more you take on the other's characteristics, and vice versa, especially the
qualities you admire and wish to emulate." With a small laugh, they add, "Much like how couples
start to wear the same clothing style, or share their likes, like favourite foods, because they
remind each person of the other they love."

Carefully, Glacydra gives an immaculate stone basin to Ablutant Cheliyi Skydrifter.

Listening to Glacydra's words attentively, Avaris lowers his chin a fraction
to show that he has heard, but offers no immediate comment. He turns, then, to Cheliyi,
expectant.

Cheliyi's feathered ear tufts twitch as she listens in silence, clouded gaze finally resting on
the statue in the center of the room. She takes the basin gingerly, offering Glacydra a warm
smile. "There is Purity in Their love, I guesses. Lady Rhapsody worked to become a better,
stronger singer, and part of Her love for our Lady bled through the music, yes. One of the
purest forms of love is where you work to understand the other person, and perhaps become a
parts of their world." She warbles softly, and glances again at the Font.

Glacydra nods in agreement, looking at Cheliyi.

White water lilies glide in from the southwest upon a flowing stream, their gentle procession
heralding the entrance of Faragan, riding an exalted ivory and gold dragon, in a burst of water
and light.
Arriving amid salubrious ivory light, an exalted dragon majestically strides in.

Cheliyi flashes Faragan a joyous smile.

Glacydra folds their hands at their waist and bows solemnly towards Faragan before rising
again.

The broad, deep crimson curves of Avaris's antennae lean towards Cheliyi as
she speaks, the massive expanse of his burnished chest rising and falling in slow, steady
rhythm. To Glacydra, he asks, "And how would you relate your impressions to the virtue of
Purity, Wanderer Glacydra?"

To Faragan, Avaris offers a polite nod of greeting, saying, "Anointed Faragan,
welcome."

With a flourish of his arm, Faragan bows deeply.

Faragan slips back to watchand listen and not interupt.

Glacydra colours slightly, glancing askance, then quickly adds, "My impressions relate to
Purity in that... it takes an open heart and mind to take in another person, in a way. To
understand their nature, their motives, their desires... And to take note of what you admire
and to express it as well. Purity lies in the willingness to take down your own walls to be
known and vulnerable, and to know someone else, such that your lives intertwine so wholly, you
grow and take on the positive qualities of the other, to make yourself a fuller and better
person.

Cheliyi ponders the situation.

With a warm grin, Ablutant Cheliyi Skydrifter says to Glacydra, "That's a beautiful way of
putting its, I thinks."

Ablutant Glacydra Coldwater, Wanderer in the Mist laughingly says, "Thank you."

Cheliyi tilts her head curiously at you.

If Avaris takes note of Glacydra's subtle flush, he makes no sign of having
done so, listening with the same patient manner as before. "Well articulated, Wanderer."
Turning his attention to Faragan, he lifts a heavily armoured hand, gesturing in invitation.
"Would you like to give your opinion on Wanderer Glacydra's thoughts, Anointed Faragan?"

Speaking softly in salubrious tones of erudition, The Ivory Dove, Faragan Ladyn, Merchant of
The Star asks, "Which memory are we s speaking of?"

Voice resonating with choral harmonics, you say, "The one in which Lady Rhapsody sings for our
Lady, and has infused Her song with a power similar to our Lady's healing ability. Our Lady
recalls that some Hamadhi believe Dynara binds two souls together via strands of Fate."

Comprehension flashes across Faragan's face.

Speaking softly in salubrious tones of erudition, The Ivory Dove, Faragan Ladyn, Merchant of
The Star says, "I liked glacydra's notion but, I would add that we must not accept only those
things that would make us better rom loved ones but, those lesser things as wel such as
anoyances, disappointments and not jus the good but, the bad of the other to be a holesum love.
full acceptance and not just that of the good. I would also ponder that ew cant' as ashards
experience the love tht hte elders had for one another bbe it sibling or a mating pare. They
experience aeons of such things. we experience centuries. In this Ithink time does make a
difference on how well one can know another. pluss maturing within a cretch with dianara and
your maturing. I have seen more than one elder pare and love love I honestly it touches me more
deeply than any mortal love I've ever had. They seem to be more mated than I think mortal
shards can experience."

Cheliyi nods slowly, considering Faragan's words thoughtfully. "Yeah, that makes sense, yes."

Glacydra nods, saying, "That's a great point. The emotions the Elders feel must be hundreds, if
not thousands of times stronger than the emotions we do as splintered mortals."

Emitting a low, neutral tone that resonates about the chamber, Avaris dips his
chin in a slight nod. "The Elders also possess a far greater capacity for emotion than we are
capable of - A depth and intensity that is beyond us."

You nod your head at Glacydra.

Speaking softly in salubrious tones of erudition, The Ivory Dove, Faragan Ladyn, Merchant of
The Star says, "They had aeons of harmony and piece after the circles were astabilished before
the elder wars. I can only emagin what such a pieceful time would be like and allow."

Faragan smiles softly.

Speaking softly in salubrious tones of erudition, The Ivory Dove, Faragan Ladyn, Merchant of
The Star says, "Yet, Ithink it a testement to love and companionship that given that we've not
really known such a time we can stil find love for ourselves."

Faragan raises an eyebrow questioningly.

Tilting his head aside, Avaris's chest thrums with a quiet sound, his tone
even as he says, "Not entirely accurate, given that the War of the Circles occurred, among
other petty conflicts - But yes, They have lived in far more harmonious times, and no doubt
many relationships blossomed in such." To Cheliyi, he says, "You possess the basin. You may
choose the next Font to partake of, if you wish."

Cheliyi blinks.

Voice resonating with choral harmonics, you say to Faragan, "Quite so. May we all be so
fortunate as to find love in our life."

In a warbling chirp, Ablutant Cheliyi Skydrifter says, "Ah, alright. To Fortitudes, then?"

You nod your head emphatically.

Glacydra nods their head emphatically.

The Font of Fortitude.
Cold, argent light filters through this chamber, which is upheld by stark white pillars
illuminated by starry torchlight. The frescoes painted upon this water-filled chamber are
haunting in their black-and-white shading as they depict the horrors of the Elder Wars. Here,
countless Elder Gods hold Their ground before the likes of Kethuru, Crazen and Zenos, held in
proud formations perfected by the Second Circle. Yet the wounded and dying have begun to pile
up behind Them, and while many faces which grace these walls seem familiar, far more are
blurred, as if the memory of Them has finally begun to fray. A statue of Lantra, the Lady
Mediatrix looks upon all these images in silence, surrounded by startlingly bright red lotuses
which blossom at Her feet and crown Her regal brow. A single crimson lotus blooms eternally in
Her outstretched hands as water and light flows forth from beneath its sanguine petals, as if
stained with blood. Muginn, the ghost-feathered magpie perches here with a mischievous glint in
his eye. As still as a magnificent statue, an exalted dragon peers out with serene gold eyes.
Starlight shrouds a wanderer in the mist here within a twinkling mantle of sidereal radiance.
You see exits leading northeast, south, and northwest.

Cheliyi drops an immaculate stone basin.
The statue of Lantra, the Lady Mediatrix shines with soothing light as an immaculate stone
basin slowly fills with luminous waters from the Font of Fortitude.

"Drink," a calm, feminine voice echoes through the chamber, "and know of Hope, and that
strength which refuses to be extinguished by despair."

As the waters quiet, an immaculate stone basin vanishes in a flash of blessed light, returning
once more to Cheliyi's hands.

The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across Cheliyi's lips.

As Cheliyi drinks of an immaculate stone basin, her eyes briefly shine with a fervent, amber
glow.

(Before the Veil): You say, "Blessed Auriella, we are presently partaking of our Lady's
memories, and discussing them, if you wish to join us at the Font of Fortitude."

(Before the Veil): Auriella (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "I'm just meeting with
someone on a guild matter, and then I shall be right over."

(Before the Veil): You say, "Of course."

Cheliyi inhales softly, a slight frown flitting across her lips. "Our Lady is giving Her
Brother, Lord Darvellan a farewell. She does not know why He must leave, or the mission, and
She realizes that She took His presence for granted. However, She does not mention any of these
things, and instead only says that She wishes Him a safe return." Her gaze lingers on the Font
again, and she passes it to Glacydra.

Gently, Cheliyi gives an immaculate stone basin to Ablutant Glacydra Coldwater, Wanderer in the
Mist.

A faint, humming note of recognition shivers forth from Avaris as Cheliyi
finishes describing the vision, his antennae twisting to follow the basin as it passes to
Glacydra's hands.

Faragan gives a pained sigh.

You tilt your head curiously at Faragan.

Speaking softly in salubrious tones of erudition, The Ivory Dove, Faragan Ladyn, Merchant of
The Star says, "I just relate to this memory for to much."

Comprehension flashes across your face.

Cheliyi smiles wryly at Faragan.

Glacydra ponders, cupping their hands around the stone basin quietly before speaking.
"Fortitude. Sometimes... sometimes it takes Fortitude to trust in the words of the people we
care about, and that they will be all right. Rather than holding them back, we must allow them
to maintain their own resilience in fulfilling their mission or life's work. Sometimes
restraint is a great display of courage and strength. Not a bombastic, outward show of power,
but inner resilience."

Carefully, Glacydra gives an immaculate stone basin to you.

Auriella inclines her head politely to those around her.

Accepting the basin in one titanic hand, Avaris holds it in the manner of one
much accustomed to restraining his strength, his grasp upon the artifact light. The sharp point
of his chin stabs down in a swift nod, brushing the tufts of pristine white that form his mane.
"Very good, Wanderer. Often, Fortitude is expressed in quiet acts of endurance, of accepting
that it is the hard path that must be walked, no matter how unpleasant." Running the edge of a
thumb around the rim of the basin, he inclines his head to Auriella courteously, stating,
"Welcome, Blessed Auriella. We are discussing the memory of our Lady speaking with Lord
Darvellan, as He is informing Her that He will be departing. Are you familiar with it?"

Sweeping an arm before her, Auriella bows her head in greetings, her dorsal fins sweeping
gracefully through the air as she does so, "Purest of blessings to you all this morning."

Her voice drifting through the air with a watery echo, Auriella Zayah, Lady of the Holy Flame
says, "I believe I had witnessed this memory once before."

Glacydra folds their hands at their waist and bows solemnly before rising again.

Nodding evenly, Avaris hands the basin to Auriella, instructing, "We each are
to partake of the memory of a Font, then share it with the others, so that we can discuss it.
Whomever holds the basin may speak, so that we are not disorderly. Your opinion on the memory,
and how it relates to Fortitude, if you will."

The statue of Lantra, the Lady Mediatrix shines with soothing light as an immaculate stone
basin slowly fills with luminous waters from the Font of Fortitude.

"Drink," a calm, feminine voice echoes through the chamber, "and know of Hope, and that
strength which refuses to be extinguished by despair."

As the waters quiet, an immaculate stone basin vanishes in a flash of blessed light, returning
once more to Auriella's hands.

As Auriella drinks of an immaculate stone basin, her eyes briefly shine with a fervent, amber
glow.

Auriella runs her fingers over the rim of the basin as she partakes in the memories of The Lady
Empyreal. She lifts her gaze and glances at everyone gathered before speaking, her large aquatic
eyes reflecting the rippled image of everyone before her. "The memory speaks of when the Lord
Lady Mysrai rebelled against Lord Zvoltz and the Circles and the Lady was approached by Them.
The Lady appears taken aback by the approach as She is not a member of the warriors but as a
leader of the Hamadhi is why She was sought." Pausing for a moment as she lets the memory pass
through her thoughts, Auriella continues, "We are often in our lives presented with times that
we are uneasy with, tasks and opinions offered that we find uncomfortable which often bring
doubt and uncertainty. These are times we must stand strong with by showing Fortitude, even if
one is outside their comfort." A quiet smile creeps across her lips as her eyes dart towards
you momentarily before back towards the basin she holds.

The lustrous spheres of Avaris's seven natural eyes shine with an inner
luminescence as he listens to Auriella, their azure hue bright and vibrant. When Auriella's
eyes lift to him, he offers the barest fraction of an encouraging nod, his thrumming, melodic
voices raised in a firm chorus, as he says, "Indeed so, Blessed Auriella. Well spoken. It is
often easier to possess Fortitude when within situations that we are well versed in. Dealing
with the unexpected can compound the nature of whatever it is that assails us. Hold firm to
your beliefs, to your convictions, even in the darkest, strangest places."

Voice resonating with choral harmonics, you ask Glacydra, "Wanderer Glacydra. Would you like to
partake of the next Font?"

Glacydra nods their head emphatically.

Ablutant Glacydra Coldwater, Wanderer in the Mist says, "I would like to."

Nodding brusquely, Avaris turns back to Auriella. "Hand the basin to Wanderer
Glacydra, when you are ready, and we shall proceed."

Glacydra nods their head emphatically.

Ablutant Glacydra Coldwater, Wanderer in the Mist says to you, "Whichever one you feel is
appropriate, Incandescent. Kindly lead?"

The Font of Wisdom.
This shadowy, water-filled alcove is filled with the gentle susurrus of running water, for
cascading waterfalls rain over its smooth stone walls in a symphony of aquatic sound. A
procession of water lotuses, each lit by a single, luminous star, raise their stems high above
the surface of sparkling water as they surround a statue of Lantra, the Empyreal, Her
inscrutable expression veiled from view as She folds Her hands in quiet contemplation. Seven
starry jewels crown the Goddess's brow, mimicking domothean crystal as they emit an eerie light
that dapples the shimmering walls. From where the light touches stone, faint constellations
twinkle into view, drawing a sidereal path across the walls that leads through the Void-black
stone to the west, as if charting a way back to the Basin of Life. As still as a magnificent
statue, an exalted dragon peers out with serene gold eyes. A frisky puppy sits on her haunches,
her little tail wagging against the ground. Muginn, the ghost-feathered magpie perches here
with a mischievous glint in his eye.
You see exits leading northeast, southeast, and west.

Glacydra drops an immaculate stone basin.
The statue of Lantra, the Empyreal shines with muted light as an immaculate stone basin slowly
fills with luminous waters from the Font of Wisdom.

"Drink," a calm, feminine voice echoes through the chamber, "and know of Truth, and that which
pursues knowledge with humility."

As the waters quiet, an immaculate stone basin vanishes in a flash of blessed light, returning
once more to Glacydra's hands.

Glacydra takes a long draught of water.
As Glacydra drinks of an immaculate stone basin, their eyes briefly shine with a pensive,
silvery-blue light.

With great concentration, eyes squinted almost shut in focus Glacydra weaves a moving illusion
of light and water, the words spoken by its occupants silent but clearly mouthed: "It is not
just hatred and despair that consumes me!" Orlachmar cries, beseeching the Elders gathered to
vote against the Elixir. "It is hunger! Hunger for destruction!" And you can sense it - that
wrongness emanates from Him, reminiscent of the Soulless which devoured Amberle and who haunt
your nightmares still. You had avoided Orlachmar, but now you understand why. Surely such a
perversion of the soul cannot be your salvation? Fain's honeyed words cannot sway you, but you
see the way the others' eyes light up with false hope. No, not hope. Desperation. One by one,
an overwhelming tide of hands raise in support of the Elixir, and your heart sinks to see the
Hamadhi among Them. Malmydia's betrayal you expect, but not Carsini's. He turns to see you at
Eventru's side, your mutual refusal adamant, and a divide you cannot explain opens up between
you. Some wounds you already know can never heal.

Cheliyi blinks slowly, eyeing the illusion with a slight frown. "Mm. Is your brains okay? That
was a bigly magics, Wanderer Glacydra."

Ablutant Glacydra Coldwater, Wanderer in the Mist looks thoughtful and says, "Perhaps my
illusory skill is magnified by the blessing of being in Lady Lantra's realm. I can be more
succinct in the future."

Watching the impressive display of illusory magic without, as ever, any
expression upon his unmoving features, Avaris lowers his head to Glacydra in an approving
gesture. "No need. That is a most useful ability for such discussions as these. Continue to do
so in the future, Wanderer. My thanks." Turning to Cheliyi, he inquires, "What is the lesson
pertaining to Wisdom, in this memory?"

Subtly, Glacydra gives an immaculate stone basin to Ablutant Cheliyi Skydrifter.

Cheliyi offers Glacydra a grateful grin, warbling thoughtfully at the question. "Our Lady saw
what the Others seemingly refused to, back thens. She stood alone with few other Elders, but
instead of being swayed by the mass opinions, she stayed truthful to Her wisdom. Sometimes,
when we know a thing to be true, and our actions to be wise, we must stick to thems no matter
what other may say." She hefts the basin in her hands, pausing again. "Trust your instincts,
and do not let yourself be blinded by the soothing lies of others, no."

The heavy, faintly effulgent feathers of Avaris's wings stir as he unclasps
his upper left hand, withdrawing it from his back to unfurl his clawed fingers in invitation to
Glacydra. "Your interpretation of such, Wanderer Glacydra? You may pass them the basin, Blessed
Cheliyi."

Humming softly, Cheliyi gives an immaculate stone basin to Ablutant Glacydra Coldwater,
Wanderer in the Mist.

Glacydra quietly stands still before glancing up at the statue of Lady Lantra in the chamber.
They say, with the measured cadence of something carefully choosing their words, "Wisdom comes
from experience, and much of it, from mistakes. It is impossible to know how a situation will
turn out. Thus, I believe that memory was the crucible moment in which a decision was made, and
the decision was wrong. Wisdom was derived from the outcome of that event, the use of the
Elixir, which corrupted Orlachmar." They glance down at the basin, before passing it to the
next individual.

Carefully, Glacydra gives an immaculate stone basin to The Ivory Dove, Faragan Ladyn, Merchant
of The Star.

Faragan tilts his head and listens intently to you.

The layered, curving blades that form Avaris's gleaming crest shine with the
light of the chamber as he gives Glacydra a nod of affirmation, turning to watch Faragan. "You
have the basin, Anointed. You may give your opinion on the vision, if you wish it."

Speaking softly in salubrious tones of erudition, The Ivory Dove, Faragan Ladyn, Merchant of
The Star says, "I would say not that hte empyreal dissission was from instinct for even that
can lead us wrong in knee jerk reactions. but, it was from her work as a homadhi she knew what
hte flow of the imidivanus felt like flowing through an elder and what the soulless felt like
through the first contact and the lady amberal but, I think it took her wisdom as a healter to
reject what the others latched onto as a hope even with the proof of he folly of orlichmer
before them. to stand with one of her first (the eexaltedl ord) but, against karseni must hve
been hard but, she knew what was right not through instinct but knowledge, wisdom and who and
what she was. I think we all could learn from this that a hope even if an empty and wrong one
can lead many astray if they do not have the knowledge and developed wisdom. As it did many
elders inthis instant and was to be prooven later very wrong."

Speaking softly in salubrious tones of erudition, The Ivory Dove, Faragan Ladyn, Merchant of
The Star says, "Desperation an bring about hope in something you might not else h beleave in."

Faragan steps back as he finishes.

A look of understanding crossing her features, Cheliyi nods her head slowly.

Glacydra nods in agreement, saying, "I have to agree with you, Anointed Faragan. Lady Lantra
had a foundation of healer's Wisdom that helped Her realise the correct choice."

Faragan lifts the basin in both furry paws unsure to hand it to.

Ablutant Glacydra Coldwater, Wanderer in the Mist says to Cheliyi, "I think I understand more
of what you were saying now, with the bridge of Anointed Faragan's thoughts."

Cheliyi laughs sheepishly. "Am sorry my thoughts are not very clearly, no. But I guess I mix up
instinct and the build knowledge from Wisdom a little too muchly."

Warmly, Ablutant Cheliyi Skydrifter says to Faragan, "Thank you for your thinks, yes, it helps
lots."

Speaking softly in salubrious tones of erudition, The Ivory Dove, Faragan Ladyn, Merchant of
The Star says to Cheliyi, "I hope to help. I'm just an old bunny rambaling a lot of the time."

With a nod of thanks to Faragan as the other Anointed steps back, Avaris slips
his hand beneath the shimmering cloak of his folded wings once more. The lines of stark light
that form the stylised eyes that adorn them shift, turning to study each of the others present
simultaneously, listening with patient silence as they speak. "Wisdom is the last virtue that
our Lady asks us to prove to Her, as part of our vows. I urge our Blessed and Wanderers both to
contemplate it ahead of time, as it is, in my opinion, the most difficult of the four." His
resonant chorus grows firm with a tone of command as he instructs Glacydra and Cheliyi, "Write
a report on the status of your Order tasks and provide them to both myself and the other
Anointed. We will discuss them with you, and if you require assistance in any fashion, or have
questions, you are encouraged to come to us with such."

Glacydra nods their head emphatically.

Ablutant Glacydra Coldwater, Wanderer in the Mist says, "I shall, Incandescent."

Ablutant Glacydra Coldwater, Wanderer in the Mist says, "I'm afraid I must abruptly depart.
Kindly excuse me, friends."

Glacydra folds their hands at their waist and bows solemnly before rising again.

You nod your head at Glacydra.

Unraveling into bright colours, Glacydra vanishes in a watery blur as two painted koi fish
gracefully follow them to the west.
You sense the passage of Glacydra to the west with a faceted pair of crystalline ears.

Faragan waves goodbye.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Ablutant Glacydra Coldwater, Wanderer in the Mist,
"Thank you for attending, Wanderer Glacydra."

Speaking softly in salubrious tones of erudition, The Ivory Dove, Faragan Ladyn, Merchant of
The Star says, "If we are done. I'll return the basin to the tatue."

Cheliyi pauses, her expression unreadable for a moment as she considers you. She eventually
nods. "Of coursely."

Nodding to Faragan, Avaris says, "We are concluded in our discussion for this
month, yes. Thank you both for attending, and for providing your input."

Gently pressing three fingers to his brow, then drawing them to rest upon his heart, Faragan
smiles at an immaculate stone basin and intones, "As above, so below." As the words leave his
lips, a bright aura suffuses them both with a calm, soothing white light.

The light of the Empyreal Goddess envelops an immaculate stone basin with dazzling brilliance,
vanishing in a burst of light.

Cheliyi blinks.

With a flourish of his arm, Faragan bows deeply.

Speaking softly in salubrious tones of erudition, The Ivory Dove, Faragan Ladyn, Merchant of
The Star says, "Be well."

Faragan spreads his arms wide, and the air between his hands begins to warp and twist, dancing
with brilliant multicoloured light as he bores a hole through the fabric of the planes.

A swirling gateway of brilliant light pierces the air before Faragan, boring a hole through the
very fabric of the planes. Faragan ascends confidently through the rotating gate, which
shimmers and snaps shut behind him.
He is followed by an exalted ivory and gold dragon, a frisky puppy, and a blubbery sea lion
pup.
Faragan has left the area.

Warbling softly, Ablutant Cheliyi Skydrifter says, "Mm, was my pleasures, yes. Have a nicely
day."

Cheliyi departs to the west.