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- ((Avaris was off at one end of the garden with Vaevaya, who was showing off her wishing doll to him, when she pointed out
- that she had a friend nearby, and that he should go say hi! So, bemused, he does.))
- The centre of a meditative garden.
- This location is flooded with shallow, crystal clear water. White gravel paths from all around
- converge and intertwine here to lead to a large square of ivory flagstone, which paves this quarter
- of the gardens. Several small cherry trees line the edges of the square, lending shade and respite
- from the heat of the days. Shallow canals have been dug into the ground, allowing water from the
- surrounding ponds and streams to flow into the square to fill a large fountain at its centre. Though
- one can easily step across these narrow channels, several flagstone blocks are laid across the
- canals to facilitate movement in and around the square. Save for the outline of a large weeping
- willow tree to the northeast, the horizon is clear and unbroken, allowing those within to
- contemplate their role in the world without distraction or interruptions. Trickling water breaks the
- silence of the gardens as they flow down a monolithic stone fountain that sits in the middle of the
- square. Gracefully crowning these celestial waters, a single star lotus floats atop a celadon urn as
- it overflows with a boundless spring of healing light. The epitome of calm and control, Master
- Setmos stands here, quietly musing his own existence. Gracefully standing aside here, a soft-spoken
- woman dressed in white looks about herself with a thoughtful air.
- You see exits leading northeast, east, southeast, southwest, west, northwest, and down.
- A soft-spoken woman in white glances up from where she rests in quiet meditation before the garden's
- fountain, her gentle gaze reflecting brief surprise at your presence. Then she merely inclines her
- head and resumes looking forward at nothing at all.
- This slight human woman is garbed in a luminous white gown that falls about her in a shimmering
- column of silk that reaches the floor, draping over the shoulders to leave her neck and arms
- exposed. An unassuming beauty, there is a dusky radiance to her olive-skinned complexion, and her
- celadon blue eyes look about herself with a gentle sense of curiosity. Her silvery-white hair has
- been intricately braided behind her, each plait adorned by a starry white flower that emits a soft,
- delicate glow. Resting about her throat, a misty jewel resembling a twinkling star sparkles and
- gleams from a thin silver chain. Quiet sandals of woven willow leaves hush her every step, affording
- her a silent grace in her movements.
- A soft-spoken woman in white does not even register your presence as a threat.
- She weighs about 125 pounds.
- You cannot see what a soft-spoken woman in white is holding.
- It has the following aliases: woman, villager, human.
- The steady, stately gait that carries Avaris to within the centre of the garden
- comes to an abrupt halt as his view of a soft-spoken woman in white grows clearer with proximity.
- There is a strange moment of intense uncertainty, where his knee bends ever so slightly, his weight
- shifting as if to lower himself to the ground - But evidently thinks better of it. Though his face
- is turned politely to one side, the entirety of the effulgent, eye-like markings that adorn his
- wings stare at a soft-spoken woman in white as if torn between fascination and faint confusion. "Ah.
- My apologies, if I am disturbing you, Lady." He begins, a strange quality to his voice, before he
- clears his throat, rallying. "The young Lady Vaevaya wished for me to convey her greetings to you."
- Avaris pauses, again, then bends in a graceful, if somewhat hurried bow. "I am
- Avaris. It is a pleasure to meet you."
- You think to yourself: Confusion tugs at his mind in eddying swirls, though he strives to shake it
- off. "For a moment there, I thought...But, surely not. Merely an uncanny resemblance. That is all."
- Glancing up with recognition as Vaevaya's name is spoken, a soft-spoken woman in white nods simply,
- saying, "That is kind of her. She is a sweet child to think of me." Then she pauses, responding to
- your earlier statement, "You are not. I am merely taking a moment to think, for a time. You are
- welcome to stay here if you wish."
- "A pleasure to meet you, Avaris," a soft-spoken woman in white says as she resumes her earlier
- posture, though she does not offer a name in answer.
- You think to yourself: Awkward indecision - Does he remain? Surely he would be intruding, but...She
- said that he was welcome to do so. But what if she was merely being polite? But, Little Star would
- want him to befriend her, or try, and- "Oh, stiffen your spine, man. It is just a person. You have
- faced worse things."
- You think to yourself: "...Probably."
- Howling across the city streets, the storm's wind billows around you like the caress of a wave:
- furious at first, but then gentle in the next moment.
- Even as the winds howl around a soft-spoken woman in white there is a curious stillness to her,
- unfazed by the chaos of the storm and rain as she remains deep in thought.
- Standing, as if at a loss, for the span of a few long breaths, Avaris visibly comes
- to a decision as he nods, posture straightening. "She is perhaps the sweetest young being I have
- ever had the pleasure of encountering, indeed. We are blessed by her presence." This said, he steps
- off to one side, once more shifting as if to lower himself, only to pause at the latest raging
- current of wind. His attention shifts to a soft-spoken woman in white, and he seems to weigh
- something, then offers, unsure, "If the wind bothers you at all, I can...Well. I can make a screen
- for you, if that would not...Disturb you." He trails off, then adds, somewhat lamely, as he gestures
- to his damp feathers, "The wings, you see. Useful."
- "I find young beings often are," a soft-spoken woman in white says in reply, blinking slowly as if
- distracted from a particularly compelling thought. "They have yet to know the bitter taste of a life
- lived too long. It is a rare gift to witness." As her braid is tossed in the wind, she wraps her
- arms about herself, though the gesture seems born more out of a silent protective instinct than any
- true desire for warmth. "If you wish. The storms do not bother me much, in truth. They are nothing
- but background noise to me, now."
- As if in belated afterthought, a soft-spoken woman in white says, "And you? What brings you here in
- such dire weather?"
- Listening with a polite, attentive air, there is nonetheless a keenly interested
- quality to Avaris's focus as a soft-spoken woman in white speaks, several of the lesser, lambent
- eyes tracking the path of the plait of silvery-white tresses. There is a subtle shift in his manner
- as she places a soft-spoken woman in white's arms about herself, a considerable portion of the
- uncertainty sloughing off as he straightens, standing with the demeanour of one very deliberately
- restraining himself. Once permission is granted, he steps forward immediately - Though he approach
- at a circuitous angle, rather than advancing upon a soft-spoken woman in white directly. He sets
- himself down carefully a respectful distance to a soft-spoken woman in white's left, crossing his
- legs beneath him. Unfolding, his wings stretch out to colossal spans, the immense pinions curving
- about to form a solid breaker for the ceaseless winds, with the upper ones leaning out over a soft-
- spoken woman in white to provide shelter from above. He sits in silence for a time, then says,
- quietly, "I know that we have just met, but...I am a good listener, if you would like to talk about
- what weighs on you."
- You think to yourself: An instinctive desire to protect, to lend support purges him of his
- awkwardness like the familiar weight of a blade steadying his hand. Concern overbears the intense
- curiosity at this hauntingly familiar individual, though tempered by caution, and a painful
- awareness of his own ineptitude with such situations. "She seems so tired."
- As the rain ceases to fall upon a soft-spoken woman in white in the shadow of your wings, her
- celadon blue eyes flicker from the fountain to the bruised sky overhead. "It is not a
- particularly interesting tale," she says, her voice calm and level. "It is an old one, and one I
- have lived before, many times over. Even so, I find it surprising when exhaustion takes hold." She
- exhales softly, and a quiet laugh leaves her lips. "I am the first to tell others to rest, but it
- takes a great burden to force me to accept the same. It is a great irony, I think."
- Looking about herself at the meditative garden, a soft-spoken woman in white says, "A friend told me
- this was a good place to rest, so I thought I'd listen to her, for once."
- Following a soft-spoken woman in white's gaze skyward, Avaris's rain-slicked jaw
- glistens as he tilts his head upwards, apparently unperturbed by the rain that falls directly onto
- the solid spheres of his azure blue eyes. He offers no words, allowing a soft-spoken woman in white
- room to speak, his antennae leaning towards her as he listens. At length, when no more words seem to
- be forthcoming, a low, considering sound vibrates his throat. "That speaks well of you, Lady. You
- must have a very fine heart, to put it so far beneath the welfare of others."
- "Your friend is Wise, in this. It is a peaceful place." Avaris replies calmly. "Do
- you think you are allowing yourself to rest, here?"
- "I do not know. I think, to some degree, the attempt at rest is enough," a soft-spoken woman in
- white answers as lightning illuminates the nearby tower. It does not appear to startle her, even as
- the crescendo rattles throughout the city. "It is enough to not allow myself to continue to work, I
- think, when I have begun to tire. And there is a comfort in solitude, and being away from too many
- voices, thoughts, and..." She raises a hand in a faint gesture, as if attempting to encompass the
- sheer weight of it all. "I have experienced worse. But even so, rest is necessary, at times."
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- The storm clouds turn a deep, dark black and the downpour batters you with the force of a waterfall.
- Gentle, a soft-spoken woman in white says, "You did not answer my question, I notice."
- A blinding flash of lightning strikes nearby, following almost immediately by a boom of thunder that
- resounds in the ground, the air, and the bones.
- The sole acknowledgement Avaris affords the violent bolt of furious lightning is a
- brief glance from several of his light-forged eyes, which turn away after but a moment. The tips of
- his antennae curve down as a soft-spoken woman in white speaks, his chin lowering to regard the
- fountain in a sober manner. "To some degree," he allows, but continues, "But actual rest is
- necessary, as well. Forgive me if I overstep, but it does not seem as if you are resting at all. You
- worry at yourself like someone picking at scabs. Be kinder to yourself, please." At the reminder, he
- emits a soft sound, dipping his head apologetically. "Ah, I am sorry. Visiting our mutual friend,
- largely. I was elsewhere, but sensed her excitement, and so." He spreads his hands demonstratively.
- Voice resonating with choral harmonics, you say, "I do not mind the weather, in truth. It is just
- wet, and wind, and lightning."
- Her words a clear and resonant statement, a soft-spoken woman in white says, "Slumber is something
- beings who have fanned their spark no longer require, is it not? I do not think it would provide
- much for me."
- Lifting his lower left hand aside in a gentle gesture, as if fending the notion
- away, Avaris says, "Rest does not necessarily mean slumber. The mind, the soul, the heart - These
- require respite as much as the body. If not more so. You will not heal, if you do not allow yourself
- to."
- Something akin to amusement sparkling in her eyes, a soft-spoken woman in white says, "You speak as
- if you hold great knowledge of the art of healing. Tell me, then. What would you have me do?"
- A quiet, faintly self-conscious laugh rings into being about Avaris ,setting the
- rivulets of rainwater upon him to shivering like struck strings. "I am merely familiar with many who
- are great healers. I have picked up some notions by osmosis, I think." Sobering as he contemplates
- the matter, he lifts his hand to twist a lock of the sodden fluff of his mane, the gesture absent-
- minded. "Hm."
- Carefully, and with evident thought put into each word, Avaris says, "I would have
- you allow your mind to stop pacing endlessly with worry. You dwell on whatever plagues you, and you
- need to let it go, for a little while. I know that it is easier to say, than to do, but...Relax. Be
- gentle with yourself, and view your own heart and troubles as if you were someone very dear to you."
- Voice resonating with choral harmonics, you say, "Put yourself first, for a small while. I promise I
- will not tell anyone, if you do."
- "I see," a soft-spoken woman in white says quietly in reply. "And how do you usually accomplish such
- a task, when your mind is racing with thoughts that ought to be quelled? I would wonder at your
- method, given the inherent difficulty of such a thing." She turns to face you directly, water
- droplets shimmering upon the petals of the flowers that adorn her braid, the star about her throat
- winking in the distant lightning of the thundering storm. "Do you find it easy enough, to merely
- think away such thoughts?"
- Releasing the drenched tuft of somewhat less than pristine white fluff, Avaris
- raises his index finger aloft, declaring, "Ah, you see, there is a knack to it. You have to trick
- yourself - Simply thinking thoughts away only adds to them, and makes them stronger, yes?"
- For a moment, a soft-spoken woman in white appears perplexed at your words, until she seems to
- detect the faint hint of humor in them. "Trick myself," she repeats, cautiously. "You are suggesting
- a game?"
- With quiet mirth limning his words, Avaris lowers his head in a grand gesture of
- affirmation, leaning the barest degree towards a soft-spoken woman in white, to confide, "Of the
- darkest kind, yes. We must blindside ourselves, those of us who cannot willingly let go of our
- worries." The upraised hand curls into a clenched fist, which gleams in the pulsing glow from the
- lighthouse. "Distract ourselves so that our grip loosens, and we find that we have released our
- worries without realising it, for a little while." The hand turns, as if having its attention pulled
- aside, the intensity of its quivering tension easing.
- Closing her eyes in pensive thought, a soft-spoken woman in white turns her face skywards, the faint
- mist of the rain bathing her in its watery sheen. "I will humor you, then. What did you have in
- mind?" she asks, exhaling.
- In a gracious manner that is brushed with the subtle glimmers of amusement, Avaris
- says, "You are so kind, to indulge me so." Uncurling his fingers, he places one upon the tip of his
- chin, the golden claw tapping against the wet, glistening alabaster as he considers. "Well.
- Something that you are not used to, so it will tip you off balance, but entertaining, so that you
- might enjoy yourself."
- Voice resonating with choral harmonics, you say, "We could play a game of absurd questions, compose
- an impromptu song, or dance - Go for some food, or watch a play, or any number of things."
- Avaris turns his hand out to a soft-spoken woman in white in invitation. "I do not
- know you so well as to guess. You must assist me in this."
- A gentle laugh leaves her lips as a soft-spoken woman in white listens to your suggestions.
- "Questions are fine, if you like," she says. "Song and dance would, I think, require more energy
- than I wish to expend at present. And I am not much for food in general, so I would be a poor
- companion in that regard."
- In an easy, amiable tone, Avaris says, "You would make a fine companion in any
- situation, do not be so quick to diminish yourself." The immense shelter of his wing shifts faintly,
- rustling wetly as he considers. "Very well. If you had to choose to be dyed one, solid colour for
- the rest of your life, what would it be? All over, mind, hair to toes."
- Her brow furrowing slightly, a soft-spoken woman in white finds herself laughing slightly as she
- shakes her head. "That is a highly peculiar question to ask," she says. "I wonder what you would do
- with the answer. I suppose white, then. It is inoffensive."
- The great wedge of his head shaking slightly in a benign negative, Avaris utters a
- quiet click of disapproval. "You are thinking too much, still. It is a game, Lady. The question have
- but one purpose; Entertainment. I shall do nothing at all with their answers."
- Avaris inclines his head to a soft-spoken woman in white, saying, "Your turn. Your
- most absurd question, if you please."
- A single eyebrow lifted, a soft-spoken woman in white says, "And questions of this sort entertain
- you?"
- Lifting the shoulder opposite a soft-spoken woman in white, Avaris shrugs easily.
- "The reactions and possible answers can be amusing. I am something of a serious person - It is good
- for serious people to allow themselves to be silly, once in a while."
- A soft-spoken woman in white purses her lips as she considers the notion, as if rifling through a
- series of queries and summarily dismissing them as too serious. Finally, she decides on one, saying,
- "Then if you were to live the rest of your life as one of the beasts of the Basin of Life, rather
- than the shard you are now, which creature would you desire to be?"
- "Hm!", Avaris exclaims, placing the elbows of his upper arms upon his armoured
- thighs, and upon their interlaced fingers the then rests his chin, bending forward slightly. "I
- think that I should like to be a dog. They are very loyal creatures, and seem endlessly happy at all
- times, and filled to the grim with boundless love, and a joy in others. They are very Wise, I think,
- dogs."
- Voice resonating with choral harmonics, you say, "Brim, rather."
- The faintest flicker of amusement in her celadon blue eyes, a soft-spoken woman in white says,
- "There is a gulf in meaning between the two words, indeed."
- Avaris holds up one of his lower hands, forming a circle with his forefinger and
- thumb, with a sliver of air between them. "Just a touch."
- Tucking an errant stray of hair behind her ears, a soft-spoken woman in white awaits your next
- question with a practised patience, the heaviness that had marked her gaze upon your arrival fading
- somewhat in favor of something resembling curiosity, or amusement.
- A number of the smaller markings that dwell upon Avaris's curved wings follow the
- motion of a soft-spoken woman in white's hand as if fascinated, shifting the barest shade towards
- pink, before flitting hurriedly away. "Ah. Let us see. If you had to wake up one day with hands
- instead of feet, or feet instead of hands - Which would you choose?"
- Laughing despite herself, the sound all the brighter for its startled cadence, a soft-spoken woman
- in white says to you, "You are an utterly absurd person."
- You think to yourself: A quiet appreciation for the graceful poise and beauty of the woman by his
- side, swiftly followed by a guilty flush of embarrassment, which is swept away by the sound of her
- laughter.
- A soft-spoken woman in white says, "My work requires my hands. I suppose I would have to make the
- choice that allows me to keep them."
- Lifting his lower left hand to splay it upon his chest in a supremely regal
- fashion, Avaris intones, "I am the most severe person to have ever drawn breath, ~thank you~."
- Her eyebrow lifted once again, a soft-spoken woman in white says, "I wonder who told you such a
- lie."
- The clouds overhead rumble ominously and bolts of lightning strike the ground, followed closely by
- peals of furious thunder.
- Avaris's eyes glitter with twinkling motes of light, and he lowers his hand once
- more, clicking his tongue once more. "Ah, we have barely met, and already you have decided I am a
- jester!"
- With a benign shrug, her voice level, a soft-spoken woman in white says, "I said a liar. The two are
- not one and the same."
- Dipping his head aside in acknowledgement of the point, Avaris replies, "A joke and
- a lie are not the same, either. I do not tell lies, Lady."
- The shimmer of the cool mists sparkling in her silvery hair, a soft-spoken woman in white says to
- you, "Very well. If you wish to be a jester, then I suppose I will oblige you in the task. It is my
- turn for a question, is it not?"
- With a slight, pleased nod, Avaris lifts a hand in invitation, challenging, "It is.
- Rise to the occasion, Lady! Startle me, shock me, leave me reeling with the sheer outlandisheness of
- your question, if you can."
- There is a long, measured silence as a soft-spoken woman in white struggles to conceptualize
- something that might suit your desire for startling, shocking queries, until at last she attempts,
- "Very well. Would you rather spend the rest of your life trapped in the motion of dance, never able
- to walk or run again as normal, or be forced to sing rather than speak for the rest of your
- existence?"
- The question elicits a cocking of Avaris's head, the gleaming, crested helm
- twisting at a steep angle as he considers this, a brief laugh escaping from him. "Well, now. That is
- a conundrum."
- Knocking the edge of a knuckle against his bent knee, Avaris muses, "Dancing
- everywhere would get tiresome, though less so if one could choose the form of it. Waltzing down the
- street might not be so bad, as, say, being force to leap and twist about if you even so much as
- wished to step from your seat to a table."
- Nodding slightly in agreement, a soft-spoken woman in white says, "Though it might look peculiar to
- waltz without a partner, indeed."
- Antennae bending in thought, the fingers upon which Avaris rests his head ripple
- and wiggle idly. "It would, indeed, but I am confident that the kind people here would take pity
- upon me, and either pretend all was normal, or provide a partner for me." A long, bass sound judders
- forth from his vast chest, rattling the chitin of his jaw where it comes into contact with his hand.
- "I suppose I would choose to sing, always, for that would not interfere too much with communicating,
- I think. It might bring a little amusement to people's lives, as well."
- With a wistful sort of tenderness, a soft-spoken woman in white says, "That is a pleasant thing, to
- sense being around such kindness. I suppose it makes forgiving such peculiarities simpler, indeed."
- Avaris dips his head in a slight nod, a fond note to his layered voice. "It is.
- Better, still, if one allows such kindness past one's defenses, once in a while."
- "I wonder if you take your own advice as swiftly as you give it," a soft-spoken woman in white
- replies easily, though there is a sense of teasing in the words, rather than any bite.
- In an almost breezy manner, Avaris replies blithely, "Not even remotely."
- "That is convenient, then, that you are so confident in dispensing your wisdom," a soft-spoken woman
- in white says with a gentle laugh, shaking her head. "I believe the next question is yours. I wonder
- at what monstrosity you will saddle me with now."
- In a decidedly manufactured display of sagacious gravitas, Avaris shifts his
- posture so that he can strokes the tips of his claws fingertips along the slops of his chin, in a
- manner akin to a man with a beard. "It is much easier to give Wisdom unto others, than to open
- oneself to it, from one's own hands." He eyes a soft-spoken woman in white sidelong, tipping his
- head aside briefly, asking, "How was that? Convincing at all?"
- Bemused, a soft-spoken woman in white says, "Not even remotely, I am afraid. You will have to hone
- your acting skills to match those of your absurd antics."
- With a clearly artificial sigh of despair, Avaris hangs his head, the very picture
- of exaggerated dejection. "Alas." Shrugging it off almost immediately, he brightens, clearly warming
- to the game. "You can either kiss one supremely ugly person, made of malodorous cheese, or ten
- thousand toads that pinch when kissed. Which do you choose?"
- Leaning back against a nearby cherry tree to consider the utterly ridiculous question, a soft-spoken
- woman in white says amidst the melodic pitter-patter of the rain, "This seems a rather cruel and
- judgmental question, assuming such of this being made of cheese. I do not much care for how the
- speaker maligns them. I suppose I would have to choose them, though perhaps it is a choice made out
- of pity for receiving such a terribly biased address."
- Spreading his lower pair of hands wide in a gesture that is at once helpless and
- pacifying, Avaris claims, "It is neither cruel nor judgmental to accurately describe someone, if
- those are their most notable traits. Set aside your outrage at my black-hearted knavery, if only for
- a moment, and consider the question again - Let us say this our cheese-born friend is of similarly
- dastardly disposition, and revels in his toe-curlingly awful scent."
- Coolly, unwilling to reconsider, a soft-spoken woman in white says, "I have already answered your
- unkind question."
- Archly, though there is no true offense in the indignation, a soft-spoken woman in white says, "Do
- you think I would prefer the pinching toads, then?"
- Faltering, Avaris's lighthearted manner dies out as abruptly as a candleflame
- doused with a bucket of water. He lowers his hands to his lap and straightens his back. "I apologise
- for offending you." He does not respond to the question aloud, but merely twitches a shoulder up in
- a tiny shrug. His voice is not cool, but nor does it contain the warmth or ease of before. Instead,
- it is polite, and calm. "It is your turn, if you wish to continue. We can move on to something else,
- or I can depart, if you would prefer."
- There is a faint hesitation in her reply as a soft-spoken woman in white perceives the shift in your
- demeanor, her hands placed in her lap as she considers. The glistening raindrops on her skin shimmer
- faintly amidst the stormy rains, even though the bulk of the squalls is held at bay by your sturdy
- wings. "Which unfortunate fate would you choose, then," she says, looking up at last with something
- resembling determination. "To be forced to endure the public embarrassment of a public serenade by
- an off-key, overenthusiastic bard, or to be seen by all as a poor dance partner who steps on the
- toes of someone you seek to impress?"
- Laughing slightly as her hand strays to her braid, a soft-spoken woman in white says, "I do not know
- why I am focusing upon music in my questions. I fear I am not as gifted at this nonsense as you seem
- to be."
- The question, this time, is given a peculiar degree of sober consideration, as
- Avaris's head turns down, antennae curving down in a faint frown. A minute tapping sound emanates
- from the tiny rise and fall of one of his clawed fingers, the pointed tip barely rising from the
- golden chitin upon which it rests. Faintly distracted, he lifts the hand's counterpart to wave the
- statement away in a gentle manner. "Music is very fine, and if you circle back to it often, then it
- must be because it is dear to you. I do not mind it."
- The droplets of water that bead upon Avaris's form tremble as he thrums with a deep
- vibration of sound, thoughtful. "Clarification - This someone I seek to impress. How would they feel
- about my dancing with them, toe-stepping and all?"
- Her hand playing slightly with the braid from where it has alighted, sending twinkling raindrops
- scattering from the dewy flowers woven within its plaits, a soft-spoken woman in white says, "I
- suppose that depends on who you have chosen. I did not consider that in the question, admittedly.
- What do you think the answer should be?"
- Whether from the sea or the rain, a friendless mist sheathes the city in sparkling vapour and a
- bitter, kniving chill.
- Sheets of rain pelt the rooftops of the city: an orchestra of noises that leaves every shingle,
- window, and gutter slick or waterlogged.
- Again, the motion of a soft-spoken woman in white's hands draws the focus of
- several of the glowing eyes withing Avaris's sheltering wings, the glittering droplets of water
- ignored in favour of watching the subtle play of a soft-spoken woman in white's fingers upon the
- pale plait, with a hesitant sort of curiosity. "Hm. I think that the chosen person should not care
- for a few bruised toes, in this scenario, so that it is the opinion of many, opposed to that of but
- one. Agreed?"
- Her hand returning to rest in her lap as she nods, a soft-spoken woman in white says, "Very well.
- Then we are agreed it is so."
- Mirroring the nod, Avaris's answer is immediate, and absolute in its certainty.
- "Then I choose that option. It matters not at all if the whole of Creation thinks me a bumbling,
- artless fool, so long as the one that I have chosen is happy."
- The clouds overhead rumble ominously and bolts of lightning strike the ground, followed closely by
- peals of furious thunder.
- Somewhat amused, a soft-spoken woman in white says, "Perhaps I should have made the other option a
- rather adoring and besotted admirer singing an off-key tune, to make the two more equal. But I
- cannot change my phrasing at this venture, so I will accept your answer for what it is."
- In an even manner, Avaris turns his hand to a soft-spoken woman in white in
- invitation, suggesting, "You can do so, if you wish. I was able to ask a question, in the midst of
- yours, so it is only fair that you can readjust it somewhat."
- Pleasantly, a soft-spoken woman in white says, "I have no qualms with your answer, if you do not."
- With a minor negating motion of his jaw, Avaris replies, "I do not."
- Lifting a hand in a gesture of acquiescence, a soft-spoken woman in white says, "I believe then it
- is your turn to inflict me with your bouts of whimsy and shamelessness. I shall steel myself."
- Breathing out a sound that vibrates with faint amusement, Avaris says, "You are so
- besieged by my flagrant disregard for calm sensibility and thoughtful questioning." In a murmur,
- entirely bereft of remorse, "You poor thing. How ever will you suffer through it."
- "It makes the rain seem endurable, indeed," a soft-spoken woman in white replies mildly, her celadon
- blue eyes shining with mirth. "You have accomplished quite a feat in that."
- Absently lifting his upper left hand to pass his fingers along the span of his
- antennae, cleaning them, Avaris replies, dryly, "I shall be certain to add it to my endless list of
- accomplishements." The kephera then muses, "Would you rather try to embroider with a rapier, or fell
- a mighty beast with a needle?"
- Voice resonating with choral harmonics, you say, "You must succeed, in either capacity, I should
- clarify."
- "Ah," a soft-spoken woman in white says softly, looking to the skies as the pale shafts of light
- filter out. "Is it dawn already? Time has elapsed swifter than I realized. I hope I have not kept
- you from other matters." She pauses, once again exhaling softly with laughter, as if beset by the
- strange imagery your questions evoke. "It would be simpler to impale a mighty beast with a needle,"
- she replies. "You need only know the right pressure point to strike. I am confident I would find
- it."
- Rather than lifting his head to confirm the observation, Avaris turns a number of
- the eyes that form a vigilant constellation upon the exterior of his wings, to check the hue of the
- sky. "So it is. It is fortunate, indeed, that your suffering of my silliness has elapsed so swiftly,
- mm?" At the reply, he says, amused, "Even if it were a new, strange beast that you have never seen
- before, with pressure points unfamiliar to you?"
- With a quiet confidence, a soft-spoken woman in white says, "I think you underestimate the wide
- breadth of my knowledge."
- Avaris gestures to the burgeoning dawn. "You have not kept me. I do not wish to
- keep you prisoner with my nonsense, either, of course. If you have elsewhere to be, or tire of my
- jesterly ways, by all means - I shall not beg you to remain." Tipping his head aside, he replies,
- evenly, "Perhaps so. Perhaps you overestimate the sharpness of your needle. I may have handed you a
- dull one, after all."
- Calmly, a soft-spoken woman in white says, "A dull needle can be more dangerous than a sharp one,
- should it spread infection."
- A soft-spoken woman in white says, "I am content in my choices, I think."
- The sun reaches the zenith of the overcast firmament, pausing in its quest to allow the battered
- land to bask in the grey light of day.
- Serenely, Avaris says, "Indeed. A pity that infection is usually too slow to fell a
- rampaging beast."
- A helpless laugh leaving her lips, a soft-spoken woman in white says to you, "You seem so convinced
- I will fail in this venture that you have forced me to succeed in."
- A mischievous gleam quite literally glinting in his azure eyes, Avaris's antennae
- wriggle about in a brief bout of playful motion. "You seem so convinced that you will be able to
- embroider this beast to death. It is charming."
- The pouring rainclouds above you turn a deep grey, and the droplets grow larger and fall more
- forcefully.
- Furrowing her brow with amused disagreement, a soft-spoken woman in white says, "Is stabbing
- embroidery? Then I have learned something new this day, indeed."
- The clouds overhead rumble ominously and bolts of lightning strike the ground, followed closely by
- peals of furious thunder.
- Lifting a pointed fingertip in demonstration, Avaris gestures to it with a small
- wave of his opposite hand. "It is, technically speaking, if a thread is still attached. You could
- even hang the beast upon your wall and frame your fine work for all to admire." He spreads his hands
- wide, as if encapsulating from grand piece of art. "Behold, they will cry, such marvelous
- stitching!"
- Her gaze flickering from your fingertip to the wave of your opposing hand, a soft-spoken woman in
- white says, "You are truly a strange fellow, to make such whimsical leaps of logic."
- With a modest shrug of one immense, spiked shoulder, Avaris lowers his hands, his
- tone mild, "Whimsy does not come naturally to me, but when the situation calls for it, I can pick up
- any weapon, as needed."
- Violet lightning crackles across the firmament, the heavy stormclouds above momentarily parting with
- the force of its passage.
- You think to yourself: "And despite my lack of familiarity with this particular weapon, I seem to
- have fared well enough. Laughter, even. Amazing."
- "Is this a violent game, then? Then I believe the gauntlet is now thrown before me, once more. Let
- me think," a soft-spoken woman in white says, sighing as another gentle laugh takes hold of her.
- "Would you rather be forced to endure nothing but cloyingly sweet baked goods for the rest of your
- existence, or drink nothing but the strongest of alcoholic beverages?"
- Recoiling at the prospects offered to him, Avaris's antennae squirm inwards like
- the questing tendrils of sea anemone flicked by an errant fin. "Tears of the Divine, Lady, you are a
- brutal one!" he exclaims, appalled, though there is a peculiar sort of shocked delight undercutting
- his words.
- Twin bolts of violet lightning feint and weave like duellists lunging at one another, their thrusts
- through the storm clouds leaving trails of scattered energy.
- You think to yourself: An internal grimace as he shudders at the question. "Blegh. Terrible options.
- She is good."
- Seeming equally surprised and mildly delighted at your consternation, a soft-spoken woman in white
- says, "Perhaps there is a learning curve to this particular game."
- Spilling ever more of its bounty, the light rain develops into a cascading downpour.
- Shivering, like one that has stepped upon something terribly unpleasant, Avaris
- ripples the tips of his fingers atop his thigh in a soft clattering of chitin. "Perhaps you are a
- swift learner. I hand you a sparring sword and you go right for the eyes! I don't know whether to
- applaud you or cry." Laughter limns his words, taking any potential bite from them, before he utters
- a thoughtful note.
- "I think," Avaris begins slowly, "I would choose the terror of overly sweet
- confectionary, compared to the loss of focus and control that imbibing the strongest alcohol would
- bring." A pause, and then, "Reluctantly. Supremely, reluctantly."
- A note of sympathy in her voice, even as she seems to relish in the difficulty of your reply, a soft
- -spoken woman in white says, "That is probably the wiser course, if the more distressing one
- ultimately."
- Tiny, distant pinpricks of light cut through the storm-seething sky like the beads of Night's gown,
- lost briefly in a riotous eruption of silver-bright lightning.
- Azure eyes aglitter with glinting points of silvery light as he studies a soft
- -spoken woman in white with amusement, Avaris observes, "There is a devilish streak in you, I think.
- It is pleasing to see. Content to proceed, or shall we lay down our arms?"
- As the sun passes below the horizon's edge, Mother Night unveils her terrible, shadowy beauty,
- spreading darkness across the land.
- Taking a moment to wring some of the rainwater from the draping sleeves of her gown, a soft-spoken
- woman in white says, "You may have one more strike at me, if you wish, in retaliation for my
- cruelty." There is a faint reluctance that lingers for a moment as she pauses, before saying,
- "Though you are correct that the burden of duty does call to me, and it would be wise of me to heed
- it once more."
- Noting the reluctance, Avaris regards a soft-spoken woman in white for a moment,
- and then says, in a careful, casual manner, "One more strike, as you say, before duty calls, but I
- do not consider our little duel complete. I would like to see you again." He pauses - Freezes,
- momentarily, in truth, as a flush of pink suffuses the markings of his wings, then forges on
- hurriedly, "So that we can assure a victor, of course."
- Tilting her head curiously, her braid shifting with the movement, a soft-spoken woman in white says,
- "Are there victors and losers in this game, then? How are they determined."
- Mirroring the motion, though his is one of consideration, Avaris suggests, "We can
- arrange it to be so, if you have a competitive streak in you, or desire a prize to motivate you. We
- can tally who has the best questions, or answers, or some such. I do not mind."
- Considering the notion for a moment with the same seriousness she has given each nonsensical
- question throughout, a soft-spoken woman in white says, "I fear this game plays to your strengths
- and not mine. I suspect it would be a poor decision on my part to agree to such a setup."
- Generously, Avaris offers, "We can come to an arrangement that is equally suited to
- both parties, when we meet next, if you prefer. Perhaps start fresh with a different game. Whatever
- you like."
- "I do not know how often I will return to this place, in truth," a soft-spoken woman in white
- continues, hesitating. "It is rare I come here at all. I find there is rarely a reprieve for such
- things, unless I force it." She looks at you for a moment, as if assessing you thoughtfully, then
- says, "I believe I know why my friend recommended this place, however. She is gifted at placing me
- into unexpected situations."
- The words careful and thoughtful in their muted reply, a soft-spoken woman in white says, "Should I
- return, and if you are here, then I am not opposed to the situation you propose."
- A very faint thread of disappointment winds its way through Avaris's words, though
- he strives otherwise to remain courteously cheerful. "That is unfortunate. Perhaps you should force
- such more often, lest you grow ragged beyond even my rapier's ability to sew you back to your former
- glory." He weathers the assessment with only a slight, curious tilt of his head. "It is a very fine
- place, indeed. Perhaps your friend is fond of the quiet, here." A smile in his voice, if not upon
- his face, he says, "Thank her for me, if you would. She has given me a very fine gift, this day,
- though she knows it not."
- Bowing her head in assent, a soft-spoken woman in white says, "I shall, then. It seems something she
- would enjoy knowing." Looking up at you once more, her voice gently inquisitive, "Then have you
- decided upon your last question?"
- Inclining his head in turn, the gesture one of gratitude, Avaris emits a soft,
- "Ah." of realisation, giving voice to a quiet laugh. "Let us see. Would you rather wear sodden,
- thick, woolen socks for the rest of your life, or be forced to wear a coat of fur that makes you
- sweat constantly?"
- Seemingly caught unawares by the inherent senselessness of the choices presented, a soft-spoken
- woman in white says, "You wish me misery with either blow, I see. It is not enough to saddle me in
- something hideous, but something that actively causes discomfort."
- Nodding in an affable manner, Avaris gestures to himself with a careful turn of his
- wrist. "I am, without doubt, the most diabolical of villains."
- With a sigh expressing disdain for her ultimate fate, a soft-spoken woman in white says, "I suppose
- I am forced to choose the socks, for they are simpler to manage than something so heavy and
- burdensome as a coat. I am not happy about it, however."
- Eyes glimmering with mirth, Avaris points out, "It would hardly be a good question
- if you were happy with one, or the other, now, would it?"
- Watching as yet another dawn crests over the horizon, a soft-spoken woman in white gracefully arises
- from where she has rested beside the cherry tree, turning to face you as she stands to her full
- height. "I suppose it would not be, in truth. And I hold respect for the rules of your game, however
- absurd it may be."
- Spilling ever more of its bounty, the light rain develops into a cascading downpour.
- The sky lightens as Father Sun approaches the horizon, revealing a maelstrom of dark grey clouds
- wreathing the firmament in a funereal shroud.
- Once a soft-spoken woman in white is free of the protective cover of his wings,
- Avaris draws them back and flicks them aside in a rush of snapping air that sends a torrent of
- displaced water splattering off behind him. He rises, with no small amount of reluctance, and offers
- a soft-spoken woman in white a courteous bow. "You are very fair, then, to indulge me so."
- Straightening, he looks upon a soft-spoken woman in white with an unreadable visage, the entirety of
- his focus upon her. In a hesitant manner, he says, "I..Have enjoyed your company, Lady. Thank you,
- sincerely, for enduring my nonsense. I hope that you will be kinder to yourself."
- Bowing slightly in return, her hands pressed before herself, a soft-spoken woman in white says, "I thank
- you for your attempt at healing, Avaris. It was most unexpected and..." She falls silent for a
- moment, seeking a word, before managing to finish, "It was not unpleasant. And I confess the need
- for some distraction, as of late." The downpour around her seemings to cling to her form almost like
- a shimmering veil of mist, the memory evoked by it vanishing as each droplet continues in its
- relentless descent. "You have my gratitude. I do not intend to be unkind, but I shall keep your
- words in mind with the generosity they are meant."
- The tips of Avaris's antennae dip down in the beginnings of a small frown at the
- fleeting notion, spurred by the ceaseless rain, though he gives his head a slight shake, as if
- clearing it. "You are welcome, though attempt is all it was. I can, I think, safely claim to be a
- decent distraction, when I try hard enough." Inclining his head in a gentle acknowledgement, he
- says, "Sometimes we can be terribly unkind to ourselves, without trying, or even realising it. We
- need an outside set of eyes to point it out." He pauses, a faint laugh woven into the chorus of his
- voice. "Often, repeatedly. And with much vigour."
- Placing his hands behind the sodden cloak of his wings, Avaris says, kindly, "Thank
- you for the gift of your company, Lady. You are a very fine person, I think."
- Meeting the kephera's laugh with a faint smile of her own, a soft-spoken woman in white says, "You
- sound as if you speak with the unfortunate weight of experience. May you be kinder to yourself also,
- then, and learn to take this advice you give so freely to complete strangers in the rain."
- Shafts of pale morning light pierce through the gloom from Father Sun's crown as it peeks over the
- world's edge, announcing a new day.
- The clouds overhead rumble ominously and bolts of lightning strike the ground, followed closely by
- peals of furious thunder.
- Dipping his head aside, Avaris's tone is pleasant as he replies, "I will try to do
- so, if you will, Lady."
- Her slight figure outlined in the stark lightning that surrounds her, though its flashing glare
- seems to strangely hush and dim before her calm countenance, a soft-spoken woman in white says,
- "Then we are agreed upon the matter."
- There is the barest flicker of uncertainty as a soft-spoken woman in white turns to depart, and she
- turns to you to ask, "How do you prefer to wish one another farewell? I know different places have
- preferred greetings and partings."
- Again, the look that Avaris fixes a soft-spoken woman in white with is an odd one,
- as if he is trying to puzzle something out, or striving to recollect something, his antennae bent at
- odd angles. Setting whatever conundrum besets him aside, he nods, the lightning painting him briefly
- in silver light. "We are." He pauses, uncertainty sparking to life within him as well. "I...Well,
- that is up to you, Lady. Whatever it is that you are most comfortable with, I shall abide by."
- A soft-spoken woman in white considers the matter for a moment with a strange gravity, before
- saying, "Then may you weather the storms and floods, and find rest when you seek it next. Be well,
- Avaris." She bows once more, the movement elegant and poised, before she begins to depart in
- earnest.
- Bowing in turn, Avaris replies, "May you find shelter when you need it next, Lady,
- and before you are forced to seek it."
- For a moment, you witness a fleeting smile as a soft-spoken woman in white turns to look back at
- you, nodding. Then she steps into the misty veil of the ever-present curtain of rain, and as she
- moves into the shadows, vanishes from sight.
- Spilling ever more of its bounty, the light rain develops into a cascading downpour.
- Watching the enigmatic woman blend into the shrouded, misty downpour, it is a long
- time before Avaris stirs himself to move, his antennae curved downward in a thoughtful frown.
- You think to yourself: "Either my Lady has, somehow, managed to produce a single shard, has a mortal
- doppleganger, or Nabithia has been failing at keeping secrets again. Mm. Either way, I hope she - Or
- She - finds solace. I do not like to see such a gentle soul so beleaguered, be it Divine or mortal."
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