Moss!

Pausing, you ask, "Is... everyone goods to go?"

Velcora nods her head emphatically.

You make a beckoning motion to no-one in particular.

In a rippling soprano, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "Sorry I took so long."
Velcora begins to follow you.
You give Velcora a friendly squeeze.

Elexia begins to follow you.
Elexia hops from the stage, her butterfly wings bursting into motion in flashes of dark colour as she darts near you.

You smile brightly at Millien, your frills puffing with joy.
You beckon to Millien.
You gasp in delight, reaching out to boop Millien lightly on the nose with a finger.

Millien begins to follow you.

The corners of your mouth turn up as you grin mischievously.

You touch a glowing emerald leaf, and leafy creepers push up through the ground and climb up your legs. As the leaves turn brown and blow away, you are suddenly whisked away.

Millien follows you ether.
Elexia follows you ether.

With a light Dwarfish brogue, Millien Myeras says, "Aye, sorry. I'm awake."

You portal to Overgrowth.

A Gentle Grove.                                        (#OVERGROWTH_1)
You feel hidden powers in this room. The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. A quiet glen of gnarled weeping willows encase all sides, leaves swishing softly in an unseen breeze. Hung from many branches are small cicada and blossom origami, as if the willow trees themselves bear fruit. Twilight cloaks the area, blanketing all in a ghostly glow. Soft grasses and leaves crunch underfoot, the soothing smell of decaying flora and wet earth flooding the air with each step. Large, fluffy bats flutter overhead, oddly docile despite their inherent natures. Freshly planted, a small rowan sapling grows in a clear place of honor, lovingly tended to. There are plenty of spaces for rest, a soft patch of grass here, a plush expanse of moss there. Piled next to a rather large patch of moss sits a stack of letters, each paper clearly well loved. A small vase sits atop a mossy stump, practically bursting with flower cuttings, bringing a spot of bright color to an otherwise unremarkable sea of greens and browns. A large, fluffy crow's nest hangs from one of the many willows, full of shiny baubles and small bones of some poor rodent. The sound of a babbling brook seems to echo in the distance. Little else can be heard, save for the soft woosh of the entry portal. A thick bed of moss clings to the ground here. There are 3 moss-covered stump chairs here. A painting of Unwanted Silence is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall, with an inscription on a plaque on its frame. Perpetually ticking away the hours, the Enduring Clock of Present's Resolution stands proudly nearby. Flapjack the fox is standing here quietly. You see a sign here instructing you to use the PORTAL command to enter the aetherplex system.
There are no obvious exits.

Flapjack the fox holds his head out to you for petting.

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

You have emoted: Cheliyi sweeps across the grassy floor to sit on a bed of moss.

As you leads the group of four into the gentle grove, Elexia turns a slow circle from where she hovers in the air. Her violet eyes drink in the scenery, dancing over the willows, the ghostly glow with illuminates all, the nest which hangs from one of the trees littered with its myriad of shiny treasures. As you takes a seat, the faeling's pointed ears twitch, and she lowers herself gently down to the ground - first the tips of her toes, then all the way to her heels in an unhurried manner.

Elexia takes a seat upon her knees, taking great care to smooth out the wrinkles of a fiery daffodil sari. She looks to you next, a bright smile upon her face. "A peaceful place to dwell," she chimes with an appreciative nod.

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

Glancing up at the canopy, you say, "Mm. If you want, the stumps are also nice seats, yes."

You reach out through your bond with Muginn, the ghost-feathered crow and summon him from the stables. You sense him answering your call.
Muginn, the ghost-feathered crow trots in with head high, butting you gently with his head.

Millien closes her eyes, bare toes digging into the mossy floor whilst taking a long, deep breath. Exhaling after a moment her eyes open again with an approving nod. "Aye, a fine spot." she offers simply.

Muginn, the ghost-feathered crow wanders into the room, takes one look at the crowd, and huffs. He clambers into his nest, tucking his head under his wing.

You have emoted: Cheliyi pulls her feet from the ground, sitting cross legged. "Mm. Well. The song is... better with my siblings, but as I am no longer Wyrden..."
You have emoted: Cheliyi exhales quietly, and shakes her head. "Still. It is a good song, and I would not mind singing it once more."

Elexia smiles sweetly from her spot, dipping her head in a nod. Her pointed ears twitch yearningly as she focuses all of her attention on you. Even her wings have finally grown still.

With a sudden, sheepish laugh, you say, "Dad is much better at this."

Elexia smiles softly.
Lifting a hand to her heart, Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon says, "But your Colours, your own, are radiant too, Cheliyi."
Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon says, "It is an honour that you would share them with us."

Velcora flashes you a joyous smile.

Millien nods her head sagely at you.

You have emoted: Cheliyi closes her eyes, smiling faintly. The mugwump's head tilts as she considers the swaying leaves, and she hums a soft, low note.

A warm breeze drifts through, caressing the surrounding canopy and scattering various foliage underfoot. Origami swing in the wind in an almost mesmerizing pattern, until all grows still once more.

Softly, you say, "My siblings... they are... well, to many, they are terrifying."
You have emoted: Cheliyi swirls one hand over her other, and then with a clear grimace, manages to create a soft, swirling orb of shadow.

Elexia leans forward slightly in her seat, her violet eyes darting to the orb.

The argent teardrop berries sparkle in clusters upon the wreath Velcora wears. You smell the heady scent of evergreens, and for a moment it feels as if life were a dream.

Quietly strained, you say, "But, they were not to me. I was one of them. I was wyrden, and I was their sibling. A tree, in Her garden. And, as one, we were happy. In a... simple sense."

In a swirl of blue fire, a gentle spirit stag leaps out of the Flame of dae'Seren upon Velcora and prances in a slow circle before fading.

Millien tilts her head and listens intently.

Velcora nods solemnly.

You have emoted: The mugwump suddenly lets out a sharp exhale, and the orb scatters into nothingness, Cheliyi left with nothing more than a sad smile and sweat upon her brow. "And we were beautiful. Home, is beautiful. They sang, every day, every waking moment. Hundreds of voices, raised in praise and glory, never alone. Never quiet."

Quietly, you say, "And this, is what they sang."
You close your eyes and inhale deeply, absorbing the scent of your surroundings.

A soft smile is upon Elexia's lips as she attends fully to you, her violet eyes returning to you as the orb disappears into nothingness.

Softly, you sing, "May your veins flood with rain, let your lungs swell with vines..."
You have emoted: Her eyes open, glimmering with a fond sorrow as Cheliyi continues her soft croon, "We will be here, till the end of Time."
Expression softening, you sing, "May your soul be overgrown with moss, your eyes torn from lies, the Wyrd reigns supreme with the truth of Night..."

You have emoted: Cheliyi trails off, the grove silent to her call. All is still, and mugwump seems to sigh, dwarfed by the massive canopy surrounding her.
The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across your lips.

Elexia's attention remains rapt upon you, even as her violet eyes close. "Your voice... It is beautiful," she says gently, her voice barely above a whisper but brimming with her admiration.

In a rippling soprano, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs whispers, "Thank you for singing that."

You have emoted: Cheliyi smiles, holding up a hand. "Not done, no."

Elexia smiles softly.
Elexia nods her head at you.

Gently, you sing, "Stop to smell the roses, spiders dance in our halls," the mugwump glances at each of you in turn, the words echoing with a hollow sort of power, a shadow of, perhaps, what it once was, "Nothing matters but Glomdoring, our beauty greatest of all."

Something hangs heavy in the air, shadows pooling around your feet, pulsing in tune as if the grove had attuned itself to Cheliyi's song. They waver and sway, inconsistent, soon dissipating within moments.

Although she is clearly entranced by the song, a thoughtfulness crosses Elexia's mien. Ripples of green blossom in the midst of her wings like flowers. Her violet eyes open, and dart down to look at the shadows which have sprang up before her feet.

Watching the shadows slip away with a sad smile, you sing, "Your struggles are in vain, thorns grip your hide, become -one- with us, further our might...""

A hand reaches up to Elexia's heart, and her brow furrows for but a moment as her eyes grow wistful. Then, however, she lifts her eyes and smile to you once more.

You have emoted: Cheliyi's voice almost seems to resonate with the ground beneath you, as if the wyrden woods were aching to respond to her call. sing "Shadows pool in our boughs, feathers flood our skies, for we are truly free, crowing in flight."

Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you sing, "Stop to smell the roses, fools drawn in our thrall."

Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you whisper, "Glory be to Glomdoring!"

Glancing away with a quiet frown, you sing, "Her creation greatest of all."

You have emoted: Cheliyi exhales, and the pallor fades from the room.

With a light Dwarfish brogue, Millien Myeras says, "Ye got a good voice, lass."

You think to yourself: **a deep, quiet ache.**.

Softly, you say, "It was better with my siblings."
Smiling with a shrug, you murmur, "Though, I suppose we are not siblings anymore."

A single teardrop coalesces in the corner of Velcora's eyes.

You blink.
You frown at Velcora.

In a rippling soprano, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "Family is forever...you are still siblings."

At first worried, then uncertain, you say, "Velcora I..."

Elexia lifts a hand to her heart as she chimes, without guile, "Your voice was rich with vibrant Colour." Then, there is a pause, and she glances at the willows all around. "A Communion, a unity, is a difficult thing to bear. To have broken. There are times when bonds must be cut, when two plants must sow in different grounds, but..."

Velcora creases her brow in a frown.

Softly, Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon says, "You are very strong, Cheliyi."

You curl your nose up and grimace awfully.

Velcora tilts her head and listens intently to you.

A babbling brook gurgles off in the distance, flooding the air with the scent of damp, fertile soil.
The sun reaches the zenith of the firmament, pausing in his quest to allow the land to bask in his shining golden rays.

Quietly, you say, "Well, I was rotting. We are taught, to uproot the weed, cull the rot. So... I did that, in a way."

Elexia looks at you searchingly, her violet eyes scanning you features without judgment. Only a quiet inquisitiveness. "Why do you evaluate yourself so?" she asks softly. "What rot do you believe lies within you?"

Gazing out at nothing, you say, "I am no longer Wyrden, and I refuse to come home to my siblings. They wish, for things to be as they were. They always were rather stubborn."

You blink incredulously at Elexia.

As she nods slowly in your direction, you realize Velcora understands.
Quietly, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "There are many kinds of family. They will not be your only one."

With a frown, you say to Elexia, "I... I wanted mercy. Kindness. To not have hunger, to be weak. Or at least, weak in the eyes of Glomdoring. It... when you live there, you evolve. You refine. You cut away the rot. I did not want to cut away my kindness."

A single teardrop coalesces in the corner of Velcora's eyes.

You smile softly at Velcora.

In a rippling soprano, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "I am glad you did not."

With a light Dwarfish brogue, Millien Myeras says, "Question."

Elexia cants her head, her violet eyes gentle as she continue to watch you. "Do you believe we should not seek after kindness?" she asks.

You frown at Millien.
You nod your head at Millien.
With a light Dwarfish brogue, Millien Myeras says, "How in th' nine Hells is it that bein' kind an' merciful is a weakness? Kinda wanna wallop whoe'er told ye that."

You blink.
You have emoted: Cheliyi gives a quiet laugh, laced with bitterness. "Do you know what Glomdoring means?"

Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you say to Millien, "It is fae, for No Mercy. 'Fai Glomdoring,' I have no mercy."

With a light Dwarfish brogue, Millien Myeras says, "Heard it referred ta as Fallen Gloriana, but ne'er learned the meanin'."
Millien ponders for a moment and says "Hrm..."

In a rippling soprano, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "Was gonna guess grouchy sourpants."

Elexia lifts a finger as she chimes, "The Glomdoring is a Perspective, Cheliyi. And there are shards of Truth in it... The power of Communion, of bonds, of closeness, of unity towards a goal." She cants her head in the other direction. "But there are many Perspectives, with other fragments of Truth."

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

Elexia smiles softly at Velcora.

With a light Dwarfish brogue, Millien Myeras says, "Now I know a bit'a fae..An' now I know how ta respond ta folk what shout it."

Millien ponders the situation.

Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you say to Elexia, "I think kindness is good. I searched after it. I followed it. But... it hurts. It hurts to be kind, it hurts to not be hungry. It is simply a weakness that is good, for everyone else."

With a light Dwarfish brogue, Millien Myeras says, "Kindness is hard. Havin' mercy is hard."
Millien ponders the situation.

In a rippling soprano, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "Kindness is the greatest strength I know. one of them at least."

Elexia extends her hands out to either side, then brings them together slowly in front of her. "It is good for everyone else, but it is good for you, too," she chimes. "It is by kindness that two shards, even with different Perspectives, may bond. Yes, you will bear the burdens of others, in your kindness, you will give them joy. But in turn, they will extend it to you. And moreso... You will be in your Truth." She shakes her head. "Suppressing your Colours, your true self, cannot be Truth."
Elexia nods her head at Velcora.

Velcora nods her head at Elexia.

With a light Dwarfish brogue, Millien Myeras says to Elexia, "Yer better at this than I am, glad fer it a'course."

In a rippling soprano, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "Kindness is easy for some, but that doesn't make it less right or less strong."

A ripple of green manifests again in Elexia's sable wings, swirling and dancing hypnotically. "The Glomdoring is a Communion which feeds itself. It is a fragment of what could be, for they help bear each other, complimenting each other. But by kindness... You can become something even more, even without bloodshed," she chimes.

You have emoted: Cheliyi watches the three of you with an unreadable expression, perhaps torn between confusion, suspicion, and vulnerability.

Elexia relents from speech, instead electing to sweep her eyes across the willows.

In a rippling soprano, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "I misunderstood Glomdoring, saw the good in it and only glanced the darkness sideways, ever since I discovered you were part of it. That is because your very nature is kindness and beauty. If Glomdoring could be as you are, perhaps it could be...whole? I still no so little of it that it feels as though my words are also only sideways glances towards the truth, but I wish to offer them anyways."
Velcora gives a pained sigh.
Velcora shrugs helplessly.
Velcora blushes suddenly and glances down at her feet.

Swallowing suddenly, you say, "I..."

Millien blinks.

Elexia's violet eyes close as she chimes, "If you would will us leave, Cheliyi, please let us know. For I know this is a difficult matter we now speak of."

In a rippling soprano, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "I'm sorry my words are so...clumsy."
Velcora gives a pained sigh.

A gentle smile comes across Elexia's face, though her eyes remain closed. "But if you would will us stay, I will stay as long as you require."

You have emoted: Cheliyi coughs quietly, and scrubs at her eyes. "I don't... mmrph. You guys are goodly. And I appreciate it. Please do not go if you do not want to."

In a rippling soprano, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "Perhaps we should do more singing."

Elexia's violet eyes open, and she looks at you with a mixing of sympathy and compassion.
The pointed tips of Elexia's ears twitch as she tries to listen closely to Velcora.
Leaning her cheek on her hand, Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon says, "Is there a song which springs to your mind, Minister?"

Velcora ponders for a moment and says "Hrm..."

In a rippling soprano, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "I only have a few I know by heart."

Elexia ceases to wield a little acorn cup in her left hand.

With a light Dwarfish brogue, Millien Myeras says, "I could do a wee ditty, eye."

Velcora's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.
Velcora nods her head emphatically.

Elexia smiles softly.

With a light Dwarfish brogue, Millien Myeras says to Elexia, "Ye'll be familiar with this'n."

You have emoted: Cheliyi lets out a quiet laugh, finally smiling.

Naught a sound can be heard as a single, lonely leaf drifts down from the looming willows overhead.

Elexia's eyebrows raise with interest as she cants her head lightly. She then glances to the side, looking consumed by thought for a moment. "I do?" she muses, rubbing her chin with her hand. "I wonder which of your melodies it is..."

"Heh heh heh" Millien chuckles.

Millien clears her throat, preparing to sing for the first time in ages.

Closing your eyes, you listen intently. Your frills twitch with idle curiousity.

With a light Dwarfish brogue, Millien Myeras says, "Like ta be off-key, dinnae tease me too much."

A mischievous look fills Elexia's violet eyes as her lips turn in a pixie's grin.

The corners of your mouth turn up as you grin mischievously.

With a light Dwarfish brogue, Millien Myeras says, "Alrigh', here goes."

With a light Dwarfish brogue, Millien Myeras sings, "By the woods, do ye see? Wolf in all 'is might! Grinnin' madly, waggin' gladly, bouncin' with delight! My oh my, what a sight! Why nae melancholy? Must be that, still nae wed. That is why so jolly!"

With a flourish of her arm, Millien bows deeply.

You blink.
You clap your hands together merrily.
You giggle happily.

Peals of laughter leave Elexia's lips as her violet eyes roll and she cries, "Oh, Millie!" She waves a hand as her joy brings her to tears. She reaches up to swipe at them with a finger as she says, "I had forgotten that one!"

Velcora claps her hands together merrily.

With a light Dwarfish brogue, Millien Myeras says, "Did ye? Well, glad I am that I jogged yer memory."

Muginn ruffles his feathers, stirring up puffs of fog.

With a grin dancing on her lips, Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon says, "And just as I am but a year or two from marriage myself!"

Velcora beams broadly at Elexia.

A wry smile spreads across your face.

With a light Dwarfish brogue, Millien Myeras says, "Back when I ne'er figured I'd have a mate...But wanted ta make light'a it."
Velcora's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

Warmly, you say, "Is a goodly song, yes. I will be honest, I only know the one, yes. And maybe some of Dad's songs, sort of."

In a rippling soprano, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "It's very good."

Across the heavens, the stars and moon challenge night's dark reign, revealing familiar constellations that tell the tales of myth and legend.

Elexia's violet eyes swivels to look upon Velcora curiously. "You are a singer of spirits like myself, aye? Do you have a favorite among your own compositions?" she asks.

The corners of Velcora's mouth turn up as she grins mischievously.
In a rippling soprano, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "I was thinking I might play a song I wrote for my mentor."

You tilt your head curiously at Velcora.
You nod your head emphatically.

The pointed tips of Elexia's ears twitch as she tries to listen closely to Velcora.

In a rippling soprano, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "To go with the little illusion show I created for then."

Velcora coughs softly.

With an earnest nod, Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon says, "Please do, please do!"

Velcora's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.
Velcora clears her throat and positions her lyre.
In a rippling soprano, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "I'm used to playing it on my violin, but I think this'll do."

"Someday you may see me sparkling, shining like a star." sings Velcora, playing an exquisite, shimmering lyre in the shape of a fox.
"Just know my sparkle reflects your light, no matter where you are." sings Velcora, playing an exquisite, shimmering lyre in the shape of a fox.
"To me, you shine like a rainbow, lighting up the sky." sings Velcora, playing an exquisite, shimmering lyre in the shape of a fox.
"Your colors are many-spendoured, and so is your heart." sings Velcora, playing an exquisite, shimmering lyre in the shape of a fox.
"Your kindness is golden, your wisdom is olden, your humor is quite wry." sings Velcora, playing an exquisite, shimmering lyre in the shape of a fox.
"You spread joy and connection, share your collection, and give the world great art." sings Velcora, playing an exquisite, shimmering lyre in the shape of a fox.
"Someday you may see me sparkling, shining like a star." sings Velcora, playing an exquisite, shimmering lyre in the shape of a fox.
"Just know my sparkle reflects your light, growing brighter when im near where you are." sings Velcora, playing an exquisite, shimmering lyre in the shape of a fox.
The song that Velcora was performing fades away.

In a rippling soprano, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "That's all."
Velcora shrugs helplessly.

You smile brightly at Velcora, your frills puffing with joy.
Seriously, you say, "It was very nicely, yes."

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

Elexia watches Velcora intently, her body swaying ever-so-slightly with her music. "What an Expression!" she enthuses. "Pray, is your mentor perhaps the Painter themself, Lendren?"

Millien gives Velcora a thumbs up.

Elexia tilts her head curiously at Velcora.

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

Velcora nods her head emphatically.

Elexia nods her head enthusiastically.
Warmly, Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon says, "You represent your mentor very well indeed."

Velcora beams broadly.
In a rippling soprano, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "Thank you!"
Velcora stands straight with taut shoulders, a paragon for all to admire.

Flapjack the fox rolls his eyes at Velcora.
Flapjack the fox sips cognac happily from a small glass.

Elexia looks to a rose-vine violin, tucking a lock of her sable hair behind a pointed ear as she considers something.

Reaching a hand over her heart, Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon says, "If desired, I could play a snippet from 'A Night for the Host,' one of my performances." She waves a hand. "Not the whole thing, mind, that would be too lengthy!""

A wry smile spreads across your face.
You nod your head at Elexia.

In a rippling soprano, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "Yes please."

Elexia takes up a rose-vine violin and her bow, rising to her feet. Her body grows still as she inhales deeply, holding it for several moments before releasing it slowly, unhurriedly. She hefts her violin upon her shoulder, her chin upon the chinrest, and then gently lays her bow across the strings.

Velcora tilts her head and listens intently to Elexia.

Before she draws the bow to bring out the first note, Elexia's bare foot taps a quiet rhythm against the grasses, as if following some internal song within.

Flapjack the fox tilts his head and listens intently.

You have recognised Velcora for: For a fun time and a fun song!

The argent teardrop berries sparkle in clusters upon the wreath Velcora wears. You smell the heady scent of evergreens, and for a moment it feels as if life were a dream.

A sudden groan emanates out from the surrounding trees, casting deep, swirling shadows in the soft twilight.

Elexia begins to draw the bow across the violin with speed, playing a lively marching tune. The notes sail and dance over the air with energy as she sings, "Let us sing of warriors mighty, with wits as sharp as steel! Of bloodshed and war for Wood's sake, and of their fiery zeal!"

Velcora hefts her belongings and nods sharply, gazing about with the eyes of an experienced traveler.

Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon sings, "Whether the threat to tree or fae, they did not stay their hands! And even when Empires marched for, refused ev'ry demand!"

Elexia sways lightly with the song, a myriad of colours dancing and twirling across her wings as she rings out, "Let us recall the tale of Noim! A Wildbriar, small but bold. When cities threatened her dear home, she struck them back fourfold!"

An image of a small faeling, bearing antlers like a deer and a druid's cudgel appears, hovering with a resolute face beside Elexia.

Elexia coughs softly.

Velcora hides a grin behind her hand.

Elexia continues to sing, "What are you?' They sneered and jeered, at such a little faeling!"
Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon sings, "Laughter died as druidic vines lashed, intruders sent wailing!"

You giggle happily.

Elexia's voice raises high as if in question as she asks, "And what of Erinthyn the bold? Father and swordsman both!" A mournful smile comes to her lips as she says, "Left his children and husband home, and kept his warr'iors oath!"
Elexia's violet eyes close and a gloomy blue spreads across the whole of her wings as she sings, "Though outnumbered, he made his stand, there up on Faethorn's ground. As 'Ruin raged and tendrils flashed, he gave a fight profound."
Elexia's eyes open once more, shining with a sad light as she sings, "Although he would not return home, he gave all that he had. In solemn duty to those fae, his will was ironclad."
Elexia raises her posture, the blue slowly fading from her wings as she asks, "Where would we be without such guard? What of us would be left?"

The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across your lips.

Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon sings, "Our people scattered, broken, dead. The land now struck, bereft."

A gentle smile spreads across Elexia's face as she sings, "So let us thank those who bear arms, with cudgel, blade, or bow!"

Elexia's energetic melody slows, becoming grave and heavy as she sings, "For as Hart says, it's sacrifice, which brings life through blood's flow."

Elexia's bow grows still, and she dips her body up in a small bow before returning to her seat.

Velcora gives up a round of applause.

You clap your hands together merrily.
Softly, you say, "A very goodly song, yes."
You hum softly, your frills vibrating with song.

Elexia smiles brightly, dipping her head in gratitude. "Thank you!" she chimes in reply, her own voice soft. She reaches into a satchel of turning seasons and roots around for something, eventually producing a small bottle of rosin and a cloth. She lays her bow across her lap as she begins to apply it to the string.

Softly, you say, "Thank you all, for sharing your songs, yes."

With a light Dwarfish brogue, Millien Myeras says, "I ain't had this much fun in a good while, gotta admit."

You smile brightly at Millien, your frills puffing with joy.

Elexia flashes Millien a joyous smile.

In a rippling soprano, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "And we weren't even drinking."
In a rippling soprano, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "Much."

Elexia giggles happily.

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

With a light Dwarfish brogue, Millien Myeras says, "Aye, my keg's run dry."

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

With a light Dwarfish brogue, Millien Myeras says, "Blessin' in disguise, clear mind makes fer better ideas."

You nod your head sagely.

You hum softly, your frills vibrating with song.

In a rippling soprano, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "Not always."

You peer at Velcora unscrupulously.

Elexia nods her head sagely at Velcora.

Amused, you say, "Have never thought about it that way, no."

With a cryptic smile, Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon says, "There is some that can only be revealed when the mind is open."

You hum softly, your frills vibrating with song.

Velcora nods her head emphatically.

Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you say, "Last time I got drunk, I just felt very sleepy."
Thoughtfully, you say, "It was not even that drunk, no."

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

A grin springs to Elexia's lips as she admits, "Well, I can't say that doesn't happen to me now and then as well."
Looking very confused, Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon says, "Once, I fell asleep during a party, and woke up in my sister Faythe's satchel somehow."

Velcora giggles happily.

You stare blankly into space.

A warm breeze drifts through, caressing the surrounding canopy and scattering various foliage underfoot. Origami swing in the wind in an almost mesmerizing pattern, until all grows still once more.

The glittering mist around Muginn burns away, the moaning visages of the damned slowly seeping back into his coat.
Shaking her head, Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon says, "I was later told I collapsed and she spirited me away."

Elexia hides a grin behind her hand.

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

In a rippling soprano, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "Would it be alright if I smoke some cactus weed in here?"

With a light Dwarfish brogue, Millien Myeras says to Elexia, "I'm inclined ta agree but when I'm drunk I don't come up with great ideas."

You stare blankly at Velcora.
Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you ask, "What is cactus weed?"

Her violet eyes alight with mischief, Elexia's flashes Millien a pixie-like grin.

You have emoted: Cheliyi blinks with innocent confusion.

In a rippling soprano, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "It is an herb that brings a certain haziness."

You curl your nose up and grimace awfully.

Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you say, "It isn't like the lotus, is it??""
Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you ask, "It isn't like the lotus, is it?"

In a rippling soprano, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "The lotus?"

You have emoted: Cheliyi gestures vaguely "from the monastery."

In a rippling soprano, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "I don't know."

You hum softly, your frills vibrating with song.

With a light Dwarfish brogue, Millien Myeras says, "Cactus weed's more fer relaxin an' havin' a giggle."

Shrugging, you say, "Go ahead, yes."

Elexia smiles softly.

"Thanks!" Velcora says.

In a rippling soprano, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "Anyone else is welcome to partake as well, of course."

You have emoted: Cheliyi hums curiously.

Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you ask, "Does it hurt?"

Galaphyrae struggles to claim the Crystal Crown of Subtlety.

Elexia takes a crow-laden tea bottle from a satchel of turning seasons.
Elexia takes a fragile-looking vermillion bottle from a satchel of turning seasons.
Elexia takes Jeremiah Gryphta's Olde Tyme Healing Tonic from a satchel of turning seasons.

Velcora takes a long drag off her pipe.

Elexia begins to wield a little acorn cup in her left hand.

Velcora shakes her head at you.
Velcora takes a long drag off her pipe.

Elexia lifts a little acorn cup as she chimes, "Thank you for the offer, but I'm good for now!"

Velcora holds a jade pipe woth red filigree out towards you.

Elexia looks down at a little acorn cup, twisting her mouth in thought. Almost too quietly to hear, she murmurs, "I wonder if any of the alcohol survived the performance..."

You have emoted: Cheliyi hums.
You have emoted: Cheliyi takes the offered pipe curiously.

Velcora gives a jade pipe with vivid red filigree to you.

You begin to wield a jade pipe with vivid red filigree in your left hand.
You take a long drag off a jade pipe with vivid red filigree.

Your pipe goes dark as the last of its contents burn up.
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You stare blankly into space.

In a rippling soprano, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says to Elexia, "I have some boozes to offer if you like."

Eyes blown wide, you give a jade pipe with vivid red filigree to Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs.

In a rippling soprano, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "Not as good as the ones you provided."

Velcora grins mischievously at you.

The pointed tips of Elexia's ears twitch as she tries to listen closely to Velcora.

Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon smiles and says to Velcora, "That sounds splendid!"

In a rippling soprano, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "I've got teas, beers, wines, absinthe, apricot brandy, bourbon, champagne, liqueur, mead, rum, whiskey, ale, cognac, tequila, as well as cocktail, bloodshot, eggnog, and water."

You have emoted: Cheliyi just looks deeply confused.

Velcora pats you in a friendly manner.

Her sable wings fluttering behind her, Elexia taps her chin thoughtfully.

In a swirl of blue fire, a gentle spirit stag leaps out of the Flame of dae'Seren upon Velcora and prances in a slow circle before fading.

Flapjack the fox sips cognac happily from a small glass.

Hopping to her feet to offer it, Elexia gives a little acorn cup to Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs.

Quietly horrified, you say, "Why is it smiling at me."

With a gentle smile, Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon says, "A bit of bourbon, please?"

"Oops!" Velcora exclaims with a bashful expression.

In a rippling soprano, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says to you, "Maybe it wants you to be happy."
In a rippling soprano, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "Or maybe it wants to eat you."

Elexia smiles soothingly at you as she extends a hand in a calming gesture. "It's just the herb, Cheliyi, it's alright," she whispers.

Velcora nods her head at Elexia.

You have emoted: Cheliyi makes a noise halfway between a squeak and a honk.
You flop down onto the ground.

Elexia begins to wield a little acorn cup in her left hand.
Elexia nurses a little acorn cup with both hands, taking a sip of the drink within.

Velcora wraps a comforting arm around you.

You have emoted: Cheliyi giggles quietly into the moss.

Velcora flops onto the ground beside you to feel the moss on her face too.

Sunlight billows across the realm, revealing the full glory of the majestic sun's luminous presence as he climbs higher into the sky.

As her cup leaves her lips, Elexia's violet eyes flutter shut and she sighs contently. "There is nothing like a drink after a performance," she says with a satisfied nod.

Dreamily, you say, "I like moss."
Sagely, you say, "Squishy."

Millien stretches languidly.
Elexia nods her head sagely.

In a rippling soprano, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "Moss good."

Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon says, "The Oracular is a keeper of many wisdoms."

Elexia nods her head sagely.

Velcora nods her head sagely at Elexia.

Contently, you say, "Moss is... my favorite color. Maybe it should be a food."

Velcora takes a long drag off her pipe.

In a rippling soprano, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "I'll be right back!"
Velcora jumps up.

Elexia seems to consider your thought very seriously. "Maybe it *should* be a food," she repeats, looking very thoughtful of the idea.

You have emoted: Cheliyi hums, smiling proudly.
Slowly, you say, "Mmmmosssssss... Salad. Or -fried- moss chips."

Flapjack the fox lopes in from the ether.
Velcora gives a shawl of moss to you.

"Heh heh heh" Millien chuckles.
With a light Dwarfish brogue, Millien Myeras says, "She's baked outta her mind."
Millien snickers softly to herself.

Slowly nodding, Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon says, "Moss salad... Moss chips... Yes, yes! I think you may have something there, Cheliyi."

Elexia tilts her head curiously at Millien.

You yell, "MOSS CHIPS."

Utterly entranced, Velcora emits a long "Ooooh."

In a rippling soprano, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "Sounds delicious."

Tapping her cheek, Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon says, "I think our point regarding the insight of an inebriated mind is made clear in Cheliyi."

You have emoted: Cheliyi makes a vague cheering noise.

---> probe shawl

This shawl looks like a pile of moss that gracefully sits upon the
shoulders of the wearer. It is made of cloth of varying fluffiness, and
dyed a lush, dark green, with little accents of lighter green. The
underside has been dyed dirt brown.
It has 64 months of usefulness left.
It weighs about 1 pounds and 0 ounce(s).
It has a trade valuation of worthless.
It has a warmth factor of 2.
It bears the distinctive mark of Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs.
It has been stamped with the seal of Sowers of the Amber Needle.
This item exists on the following clothing slots: Arms - Accessory.
It has the following aliases: shawl.

You slip into a shawl of moss.
Tugging the shawl over her head, you say, "I like this moss."

Elexia shrugs as she waves about a little acorn cup, asking, "Could she have ever thought of something so unique as that sober? Yea, perhaps, but look how quickly a little easing of the mind brought the Colour bubbling to the surface!"
Elexia takes a long draught of bourbon.

In a rippling soprano, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "I should have made a cake that looks like a pile of moss on the outside and the inside is full of chocolate pudding!"

"Oooooooooh!" Elexia says to Velcora, eyes wide with wonder.

You nod your head sagely.

Tapping her cheek in thought, Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon says to Velcora, "You could still do so, perhaps!"

In a rippling soprano, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "I will."

Millien snickers softly to herself.

In a rippling soprano, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "But making recipes is hard."

Elexia nods in rueful agreement with Velcora.

In a rippling soprano, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "I think I'll do it later."

You have emoted: Cheliyi chews absently on a shawl of moss.

In a rippling soprano, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "There could be little macaron mushrooms on it."
In a rippling soprano, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "Maybe cactus weed will be an ingredient in the cale."
In a rippling soprano, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "Cake."

Her sable wings fluttering behind her, Elexia taps her chin thoughtfully.

Velcora pets the moss.

The cosmic fabric shudders as aether flares break out around Crumkindivia, the Workshop of Xion, and Frosticia, freeing the energies within the Ring of Mystic Gumdrops, the Crystal Ring of the Elements, and the Ring of the Killing Frost for any nexus to claim.

A babbling brook gurgles off in the distance, flooding the air with the scent of damp, fertile soil.

With a series of nods that start slow, then pick up pace, Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon says, "Yes, yes I think so!"

The pointed tips of Elexia's ears twitch to some errant sound.
(Celest): Gyorn (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Aetherflares."

In a rippling soprano, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "Aetherflares!"

Elexia ceases to wield a little acorn cup in her left hand.

Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon says, "I'm afraid, dear Cheliyi, that we should probably go and see to that. But thank you again for this lovely visit!"

Velcora nods her head emphatically.

Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon says, "...If you are alright?"
Elexia leans closer, inspecting you.

You have emoted: Cheliyi groans from the ground.

The Tacky Pipe of the Rotting Squirrel glows with power as Velcora draws in a long drag of smoke.

Millien stretches languidly.

In a rippling soprano, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "If necessary I will stay to look after you."

You wave your hand dismissively.

Elexia smiles softly.

(Celest): Freja (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Crumkindivia if we have enough people."

You have emoted: Cheliyi rolls over, clambering into a bed of moss.
Sagely, you say, "Moss."

Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon says, "Take care them, dear - I think you'll feel a little clearer when you wake!"

Surrounded by a wild fragrance, Elexia departs to the ether, colourful, ghostly blooms following her footsteps.
Velcora pets you ingratiatingly.

In a rippling soprano, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "Be well."

With a light Dwarfish brogue, Millien Myeras says, "I kin watch 'er if need be."

In a rippling soprano, Mayflower Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "Thank you."
Ears twitching alertly, Flapjack the fox slinks off to the ether.

You have emoted: Cheliyi hums. "You can go too, yes."
Muffled by her pillow, you say, "Don't want to be a burden, no. Bad moss."

Millien pats you in a friendly manner.
With a light Dwarfish brogue, Millien Myeras says, "Gonna be alrigh'?"

You hum softly, your frills vibrating with song.
You nod your head at Millien.
You are exhausted and open your mouth in an enormous yawn.

Millien gives you a peck on the cheek.
With a light Dwarfish brogue, Millien Myeras says, "Alrigh'. I'll see ye about, lass."
Millien leaves to the ether.

You snore loudly.