don't trust the soaps

The Auroran Press.
This location is flooded with shallow, crystal clear water. Pristine flooring of pure white graces the room, interlaced with semiprecious stones arranged to form diamond shapes amongst the marble blocks. The walls which have been similarly crafted from marble smoothed to a silken shine, no paint needed to brighten their sides. Careful stacks of paper have been neatly arranged within gilded cases, and inks of every colour have been placed upon golden shelves. Hooks hanging from the wall hold several other binding materials, ranging from the coarse leather straps and progressing upwards in quality to the shining golden threads that sparkle in the light. A heavy printing press has been assembled in the corner. Peering over his spectacles with a frown, a haughty scribe stands here.
You see a single exit leading out.
That is not a valid command.

A slight tinge of alien curiosity tugs at the edge of your periphery, a pair of gold-green eyes staring back as you glimpse into your mind's depths.

You blink.

Ein, the Restless has bestowed His divine highfavour upon you. It will last for 5 months.

You blink.
You blink.
Echoed by rippling waters, you say, "Eh?"

A halo of celestial light wells about you, the shells upon a shimmering wreath of seashells reflecting it outwards, painting your surroundings in a spray of oceanic hues.

Blinking rapidly as she stares up at the ceiling of the room, you say, "Thank You? Er, uh..."
You stare blankly into space.

You think to yourself: ... Did He like the soaps?

You have emoted: Cheliyi cracks a hesitant, albeit pleased grin.

look me

A disc of obsidian and gold floats above her head, the black crystal flashing with fuchsia light from within.

You have emoted: Cheliyi glances up at the disc above her head, squinting curiously. "... shiny."

A voice echoes in your mind, each word trickling through the crack of your psyche and cracking like molten metal striking water, "I have been told not to trust the soap. The gesture is, however, appreciated, as is the entertainment."

You blink.
Lifting a dainty hand to finger your neckline, you glance about with uncertain disdain.
Aghast, you say, "I would never send a bad food! I cannot believe they told You not to trust it, no."
You blink.
You cough softly.
A bit sheepish, you say, "Though, it is a bit of a prank. Am glad You find it appreciable."

You think to yourself: **... His voice sounds spicy. Nice.**.

You sense the sweeping gaze of Esei looking upon you.
A flurry of blackthorn petals arrives from the out, thorny vines sprouting within the floral cloud and twining together to form the body of Esei.

Esei ponders a haughty scribe thoughtfully, looking him up and down.
A haughty scribe is lost in thought and barely notices Esei.

Esei gives a golden firefly squid to you.

You have emoted: Cheliyi seems to become lost in her thoughts for a while longer, before she suddenly comes to with a soft "Oh!" She glances up at the ceiling again, dull gaze squinting around as if to attempt to locate the source of the voice. "If are still listening, does that mean did hear my prayer about the void whale? I-" She blinks again, and smiles at Esei. "Hi hellos, yes."

You tilt your head curiously at a golden firefly squid.

As if their very heart has become audible, the pulsing beat of the Drums of the Dead thrums through Esei's form.

Lilting in a dark, ethereal voice, Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk whispers, "...I can leave, if this is a bad time."

You pat Esei in a friendly manner.
Echoed by rippling waters, you say, "... Eh.... I don't know if He's still here. Just heard Lord Ein, am pretty sure."
Thoughtfully, you say, "Someone told Him not to trust my chocolate soap platter. I wonder who, yes."
Sagely, you say, "Also, His voice sounds spicy."

Lilting in a dark, ethereal voice, Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk whispers, "...whoever it was, they are right."

With a hum, you say, "Sort of like a hot sword being dropped in water..."

Lifting a dainty hand to finger your neckline, you glance about with uncertain disdain.

Esei gives a pair of ivory dice to you.

Clearly pretending to be dramatically offended, you say, "THEY ARE A SENSORY DELIGHTS."

Deadpan, Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk whispers, "Yes, I am sure."

You scoff arrogantly.
Your eyes sparkle with amusement.