bones and flowers

With smoky, sotto tones, you say to Olethea, "...would you like to see a few rooms in my manse? They are brand new."

Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart smiles and says, "Certainly."

You portal to Halidanais.

[movement]

Bones between trees.
The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. Bones, hung in macabre fashion from the boughs of ravenwood trees, sway in the breeze. Most dangle down, some able to reach the shoulders of the shortest individuals, jangling ominously in the breeze. Blackened skulls line the path and tree roots, interspersed with small pools of blood between the roots. Shadows occasionally rise from the depths of the woods, peering out with gleaming eyes before dismissing passers-by. Snarling and slavering, a massive dark violet rage worg with elegant black wings waits here.
You see exits leading south and west.

Brightly, you say, "...bones!"

Comprehension flashes across Olethea's face.

Olethea laughs a bright, delighted laugh. "Oh, is this why you asked if I like bones?"

You shift your eyes suspiciously from side to side.

With smoky, sotto tones, you say, "Perhaps."

Olethea hides a grin behind her hand.

With smoky, sotto tones, you say, "And then..."

[more movement]

A humid nocturnal garden.
The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. The ground here grows soft and mossy, squishing softly beneath one's feet. Ravenwood and hemlock trees rise around the path, though taper out into a clearing. The clearing has been turned into a riotous garden of various nocturnal plants. Bioluminescent flowers glow varying shades of blue and purple, ranging from mauve to magenta and cornflower blue to periwinkle. Evening primroses grow across the ground and up stone and wooden pillars strategically placed through the garden. Each flower gives off a sweet, heady scent, intensifying during the dark of night. Snarling and slavering, a massive dark violet rage worg with elegant black wings waits here.
You see exits leading north and east.

With smoky, sotto tones, you say, "A garden."

Olethea's eyes crinkle at the corners as her face warms with an imperceptible smile.

Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart says, "I've always liked gardens...."

Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart says, "I mean - as you've probably noticed, I live in one."

You have emoted: Esei gently cuts a glowing periwinkle flower from its stem, fluttering up to tuck it carefully behind Olethea's ear.

Olethea tosses a glance in your direction full of warmth and fondness.

You purse your lips, deep in thought.

Musingly, you say, "I could make a flower crown..."

The sky becomes streaky with shades of pale blues and purples, spilling like watercolors across the twilit canvas, before lightening to a pale periwinkle for just a moment before sliding gradually back to lavender.
The last vestiges of midnight shadows flee as Mother Night hides herself from the luminous arrival of her shining mate as he chases her across the bowl of the sky.

Olethea blinks.
Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart says, "...Oh, that's beautiful."

You have emoted: Esei smiles, though it's a bit shier than usual. "I think so too."

Olethea's eyes crinkle at the corners as her face warms with an imperceptible smile.

Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart says, "I've always liked that shade of indigo... An old favorite."

You tilt your head and listen intently to Olethea.

Olethea closes her eyes and inhales deeply, absorbing the scent of her surroundings.

Olethea exhales slowly, allowing a long fluid breath to creep from her lungs.

Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart smiles and says, "Sunset is the loveliest time of day."

Gently, you say, "You can stay long enough to see the other messages, if you like."

You furrow your brow in thought.

With smoky, sotto tones, you say, "Effects? Messages? Hrm."

Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart smiles and says, "The changing sky, perhaps?"

You nod your head sagely.

Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart laughingly says, "Mine doesn't have a sky to change, so..."

With smoky, sotto tones, you say, "You could change something else... some people I know have strange feelings, or sounds."

Olethea nods her head at you.

Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart looks thoughtful and says, "I would need a clock first, mind..."
You nod your head sagely.

Passing a worn stone pillar.
The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. The path leads up a gentle, winding slope before coming to the top of a hill. A tall pillar of dark stone has been erected here, worn and weathered, decorated with moss and vines near the bottom. Around the middle, the pillar has been worn away by many different hands, the occasional blurry print visible within the mostly-smooth stone. Snarling and slavering, a massive dark violet rage worg with elegant black wings waits here.
You see exits leading east and south.

You have emoted: Esei brushes their hands lightly across the pillar, a fond expression briefly crossing their face.

Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart smiles and says, "..You've really put a lot of work into this place, haven't you?"

With smoky, sotto tones, you say, "Ah, well, yes."

With smoky, sotto tones, you say, "More, soon."

Olethea hides a giggle behind her fingertips.

You have emoted: Esei grins in a sly manner, wings leaving behind motes of shadow and silver.

Glorious rays of morning light burst forth from Father Sun's crown as it peeks over the world's edge, announcing a bright and shining new dawn.

With smoky, sotto tones, you say, "Speaking of..."

Olethea smiles softly, her gaze drifting skyward again, the fading light of sunset reflected in her lilac eyes.

With smoky, sotto tones, you say, "It'd be wise to buy a new room. Or two."

Olethea tilts her head curiously at you, offering only a soft "Hmm?" in your direction.

Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart laughingly says, "...Oh, are you adding more now?"

You have created a room for manse#1712.

You nod your head sagely.

You carefully light a shadowy Censer of the Merciless Crow, sending its intoxicating incense swirling through the air as it sways from side to side. The pungent scent tickles your senses, filling you with the forlorn and somber foreboding of the wyrden woods.
You raise your arms and hum deeply the note of the forest. Silhouettes of twisted trees darken in the air, their long shadows casting a forbidding doom across the ground.

You purse your lips, deep in thought.

Upon a steep incline.
The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. The hill steepens as you head to the northwest, the mud flattening into a path. Bones litter the ground between the trees and the path and beyond. Little trinkets and effigies of wood and bone and glass and stone hang from the boughs of the ravenwoods, jangling and drifting in the wind. Somewhere nearby, you can smell dragon's blood and rose incense.

With smoky, sotto tones, you whisper, "Look again."

Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart looks thoughtful and says, "Incense..."

Olethea wrinkles her nose and sniffs.

You nod solemnly.

Olethea's eyes crinkle at the corners as her face warms with an imperceptible smile.

You have created a room for manse#1712.

You carefully light a shadowy Censer of the Merciless Crow, sending its intoxicating incense swirling through the air as it sways from side to side. The pungent scent tickles your senses, filling you with the forlorn and somber foreboding of the wyrden woods.
You raise your arms and hum deeply the note of the forest. Silhouettes of twisted trees darken in the air, their long shadows casting a forbidding doom across the ground.

Standing before a great flower-choked skeleton.
The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. A skeleton of some great predator has been felled here, though it is difficult to tell if it died of age, battle, or some other cause, easily reaching nine feet tall in its dilapidated position. The rib cage has been made home to glittering roses, vines wrapping around each bone, the thorns digging and scraping into them. Along the hind legs and tail, bioluminescent flowers have taken root, glowing a dusky shade of purple. A stone bowl, cradled by black roots, is placed between the great forepaws of the skeleton, burning with dragon's blood and rose incense, smoke wisping delicately into the air. A withered, burnt-out tree is just behind the skeleton, as though the creature had taken to rest against it shortly before perishing.
You see a single exit leading southeast.

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

You have emoted: Esei steps closer to the skeleton, smoke wrapping briefly around them as they come into its path.

Olethea purses her lips, deep in thought.

With a loud yet playful whistle, a mechanical dirigible comes puttering in on currents of air, its metallic claw grasping a decadent mint-ripple icecream, which it quickly deposits in your hands.

You tilt your head curiously at a decadent mint-ripple icecream.

Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart looks thoughtful and says, "Oh, Gael got one of those, too."

Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart laughingly says, "I.. assumed it had come from you."

You shake your head.

The sky brightens to a warm, brilliant blue before the light dissipates into scintillating patterns across the daytime sky, distorting first into filigree silver and gold, then into dusky lavender.
The sun reaches the zenith of the firmament, pausing in his quest to allow the land to bask in his shining golden rays.

With smoky, sotto tones, you say, "I use Dusan to deliver my goods."

With smoky, sotto tones, you say, "And my bads."

Olethea hides a grin behind her hand.

Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart says, "You don't have many bads."

You smirk.

Olethea runs a hand through her cascading, fiery red curls, stroking the tresses gently and tucking a lock back into place.

Olethea closes her eyes and inhales deeply, absorbing the scent of her surroundings.

Olethea exhales slowly, allowing a long fluid breath to creep from her lungs.

Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart asks you, "What is your... goal, with your Manse?"

You blink.

With smoky, sotto tones, you ask, "Ahh... Is there meant to be one?"

Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart laughingly says, "No, there certainly doesn't have to be. But, well... you've put so much into it."

Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart says, "I have to wonder if there is an end goal."

You purse your lips, deep in thought.

You shake your head.

Olethea's eyes crinkle at the corners as her face warms with an imperceptible smile.

Olethea nods her head emphatically.

With smoky, sotto tones, you say, "A place for people to go, to explore, to rest in. For my family to enjoy, also."

Olethea's eyes crinkle at the corners as her face warms with an imperceptible smile.

You tentatively stick out your tongue and lick a decadent mint-ripple icecream.
A tiny sample of the green bit reveals a strong, sweet peppermint flavour.
It can be said to be filling.

You put your nose over a decadent mint-ripple icecream and inhale.
The smell of peppermint and sweet cream washes over your senses, with an underlying smell that is hard to pin down.

You hum thoughtfully.

You quickly devour a decadent mint-ripple icecream.
Taking a tentative bite of the icecream reveals that it is in fact a
pleasant if fairly strong peppermint flavour, well-sweetened and
tempered somewhat by the sweet cream that is the base of the dish.
Emboldened, you take a further bite, this time digging into some of the
strange swirl, expecting maybe chocolate or even caramel. Upon doing so
however, your taste buds are violently assaulted with the powerful taste
of liquorice, salty liquorice at that. The combination of peppermint and
liquorice is a powerful one, and it takes some effort to finish due to
having to temper one strong flavour with the other equally strong taste
that makes up the bulk of the dish, but you manage to power through and
leave the bowl clean.

With smoky, sotto tones, you say, "Mm."

Olethea giggles happily.

With smoky, sotto tones, you say, "Licorice -and- mint... an interesting mix."

Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart looks thoughtful and says, "I actually rather like aniseed."

You tilt your head and listen intently to Olethea.

You blink.

With smoky, sotto tones, you say, "...ah."

With smoky, sotto tones, you ask Olethea, "You have not seen me as a sileni yet, have you?"

Olethea shakes her head at you.

You nod your head slowly in understanding.

[turning into a sileni!]

You have emoted: Esei gently taps their hoof against the ground, creating a soft tinkling noise.

You have emoted: Esei looks up at Olethea through the dark bars of their lashes, looking far more innocent than they really are.

Olethea blinks.

Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart says, "...Oh, you got so little!"

Echoed by a soft, dark melody, you say, "Taller than I was as a faeling, but, yes."

Echoed by a soft, dark melody, you say, "One of my smaller forms."

Pale and svelte, standing at a meager five foot even, they are an alluring sileni wyrden demigod changeling. Their long black hair has been pulled back into a faux hawk, which stops at the nape of the neck and falls into a relaxed tail along with the rest of their hair. Their skin has been decorated with freckles, not unlike star constellations, light across their shoulders and face. Their eyes are so deep a shade that they appear black, gazing mournfully from their pale face and accented by sharp, angled brows. Their face is long, tapering gently at the chin, with high aristocratic cheekbones; their small nose is a sturdy slope, tipping up at the end and darkening at the edges. Their lips are a pale shade of plum, the softness of them belying the sharp teeth hidden within. Soft, long ears stick out from either side of their head, tapered into a point at tips, pale on the inside and occasionally flicking to hear various sounds. Their horns, starting as pale as their skin at the base and quickly darkening, curl up and to the side, not unlike that of a ram's. Their delicate arms extend from petite shoulders, ending with elegant, six-digit hands, each tipped with a sharp black claw. Staring from the waist down, their legs are reminiscent that of a goat's, entirely black but for a few specks of white and the underside of their short fluffy tail, which is also white. A dark, fuzzy trail leads up their navel to just under their ribs. Their cloven hooves appear wickedly sharp, glittering like black crystal in the available light. Shadows cling adoringly to them, reluctant to surrender their grasp on one with the truefavour of Nocht, the Silent.
They are wearing:
a circlet of the Shee-Slaugh house delicately placed against their temple
Ebon Prayer Beads of the Silent Lord settled under their shroud against their chest
a phantasmal shroud of shadows laid delicately over their face and shoulders
an ebon tunic of the night sky, the top button left unclosed, exposing the pale column of their throat and the beginnings of their collarbone
the Fingerblade of dha'Wyrden-cree attached to their left forefinger.

The rumble of distant thunder heralds Kosuke, the cloud-bound Long as he flies in and loops himself around you several times like a draconic cocoon, handing you jewelled rice within before he flies off.

You tilt your head curiously at jewelled rice.

The sky's lavender twists darker as night approaches, a twilit shade of dusky mauve seeping over the pale lavender of the bowl of the sky, slowly darkening as the evening grows long.
Shadows grow longer in anticipation for the return of their dark mistress as Father Sun's chase brings him closer to the world's edge.

Olethea purses her lips, deep in thought.

You offer a gentle "Hmm?" as you tilt your head curiously
.
Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart says, "... I know that dragon-creature."

Echoed by a soft, dark melody, you say, "Ah, midnight is my favorite time, here."

Echoed by a soft, dark melody, you say, "And yes, Kosuke is Tikki's companion."

Olethea nods her head emphatically.

Olethea idly twitches her tail.

You have emoted: Esei's short tail swishes back and forth, the monochrome fur briefly blurring into gray around the edges.

As the sun passes below the horizon's edge, Mother Night unveils her terrible, shadowy beauty, spreading darkness across the land.

Echoed by a soft, dark melody, you say, "I have another area to the southeast I'm planning."

Echoed by a soft, dark melody, you say, "Mostly... cold."

Olethea tilts her head curiously at you.

Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart asks, "Cold?"

Echoed by a soft, dark melody, you say, "Ah, yes, the climate. Literally cold."

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

You have emoted: Esei lets out a little, soft hum.

[moving]

You close your eyes and inhale deeply, absorbing the scent of your surroundings.

Past a stone circle.
You feel hidden powers in this room. The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. The path passes through a stone circle, almost overgrown entirely with choked roses and vines and lichens of various colors. The stones erected at the cardinal directions - north, west, south, east - have been dedicated to the Black Idols, while the others have been decorated with depictions of Mother Night, Brother Crow, the Voice of Mahalla and Drums of the Dead, and the Dark Spirits. Their eyes seem to follow you as you pass through, giving you a strange sense of unease. Snarling and slavering, a massive dark violet rage worg with elegant black wings waits here.
You see exits leading north, northeast, and west.

You have emoted: Esei brushes their fingers lightly over the stele dedicated to Mother Night before moving on.

A hidden grove.
You feel hidden powers in this room. The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. A comforting feeling of privacy pervades the area. This grove is off to the side, unmarked by any trail. The trees grow tall and ominous around you, twisted with wyrden power. In the center of the grove, a blackthorn tree has been carefully tended to, in order to grow tall. The rest of the grove is covered in knee-high lavender grass, sans a circle around the tree, which has been flattened in order for ease of travel. Flitting about gaily, a jewelled hummingbird darts about with playful abandon. Snarling and slavering, a massive dark violet rage worg with elegant black wings waits here.

"Shoo! Shoo!" you say to a jewelled hummingbird as you wave her away.
A jewelled hummingbird chirps happily.

Olethea hides a giggle behind her fingertips.

With a high, cheerful chirp, a jewelled hummingbird flits out to the west.

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

You tilt your head back and look up at the sky.

Olethea tilts her head curiously at you.

Softly, you say, "I enjoy this place, personally."

Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart says, "It's quiet."

Olethea hides a grin behind her hand.

Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart says, "I suppose that makes sense, given your Lord..."

The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across your lips.

Echoed by a soft, dark melody, you say, "I suppose so, yes. This room is..."

Echoed by a soft, dark melody, you say, "Meant to emulate His fulcrux."

Olethea nods her head emphatically.

Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart looks thoughtful and says, "I've been there... once."

You have emoted: Esei sits awkwardly near the blackthorn tree, gazing up at the sky between its thin branches. "Not quite as magnificent. But just as peaceful, I like to think."

Olethea tilts her head back and looks up at the sky.

Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart says, "I went to speak to Him."

You tilt your head and listen intently to Olethea.

Echoed by a soft, dark melody, you say, "Was it fruitful, I wonder?"

Olethea tilts her head back and looks up at the sky.

Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart looks thoughtful and says, "... I'm not sure."

Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart says, "He never answered what I asked. But He was kind to me, when I did wind up meeting Him."

You have emoted: Esei turns to look at Olethea, quirking a brow curiously.
Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart says to you, "You were there.... When He came to speak to us all, when.... the Fang's... mm. The one worried so about Akuuko, carrying around a staff with Mysrai's dogma was so fussed in the tunnels."

Comprehension flashes across your face.

Echoed by a soft, dark melody, you say, "Yes, I remember now."

The sky achieves full shadow, a pitch black expanse with only a few gasping, drowning stars for light stretching overhead. There is but a gaping hole where the moon should reside, as if the astrological body has been torn from its orbit.
Midnight shadows coalesce around a new day, and Mother Night embraces the land in utter darkness.
It is now the 15th of Roarkian, 586 years after the Coming of Estarra.
There are 7 days until the New Moon

Half-amused, you say, "I recall Him asking that I learn from Lady Viravain's lesson."

Olethea nods her head at you.

You think to yourself: ...I wonder if I have.

Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart says, "And so we did."

Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart says, "...Some better than others."

You have emoted: Esei taps their finger lightly on their knee, turning their gaze heavenward again.

Shadows swirl around your arm as the Fingerblade of dha'Wyrden-cree digs itself more painfully into your finger.

Olethea tilts her head back and looks up at the sky.

Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart asks, "...Did you not know my history before I shared it, the other month?"

Softly, you say, "You shared it with me, before."

Olethea's eyes crinkle at the corners as her face warms with an imperceptible smile.

Olethea nods her head at you.

Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart says, "A bit more in depth, if memory serves."

A wry smile spreads across your face.

Echoed by a soft, dark melody, you say, "A bit, yes."

Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart says, "I think that Gael is also from Magnagora."

Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart says, "I don't think he knows, though."

You tilt your head and listen intently to Olethea.

The sky becomes streaky with shades of pale blues and purples, spilling like watercolors across the twilit canvas, before lightening to a pale periwinkle for just a moment before sliding gradually back to lavender.
The sky lightens and stars fade as Father Sun approaches the horizon in his neverending quest to capture Mother Night.

You have emoted: Esei hums slightly, more of a huff than a true tune.

Gesturing a bit with a clawed hand, Olethea explains, "The scars all over him, you know? And the way it took him forever to look me in the eye. How much he flinches at being touched, how uneasy he is at being given food." She runs her fingers through her hair, now idly braiding a few stray strands near her chin. "In Magnagora, the homeless are rounded up through mind-control. You give them soup, but it's... tainted, they put something in it distilled from dead spirits. It makes a body complacent, blank."

Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart says, "[Redacted]."

You have emoted: Esei's lips tighten into a flat line, their liquid-dark eyes going narrow.

Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart says, "[Redacted]."

Gently, you say, "[Redacted]."

Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart says, "Mm."

Echoed by a soft, dark melody, you ask Olethea, "What would you wish for me to do?"

Echoed by a soft, dark melody, you say to Olethea, "Or say."

Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart says, "[Redacted]."

Olethea sucks thoughtfully on her teeth.

Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart asks, "Say or do.... Mm. I'm not sure - it's something I think it's important.... he realize on his own terms? Rather than being prodded into?"

Echoed by a soft, dark melody, you say, "I know."

Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart says, "But I think more people knowing... will make it easier to catch him when he falls into that pool of memory."

You have emoted: Esei gently moves to take Olethea's hand in their own delicate, clawed one.

"It's why I wanted to be his mentor, at any rate, I remember what it was like - mm?" Olethea gazes at you, blinking.

You have emoted: Simply listening, Esei gives a small smile, little more than an upturn at the corners of their lips.
Olethea tosses a glance in your direction full of warmth and fondness.

Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart says to you, "I just... worry, I suppose."

Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart says, "I hope I'm doing a good job."

Glorious rays of morning light burst forth from Father Sun's crown as it peeks over the world's edge, announcing a bright and shining new dawn.

You have emoted: Esei takes a long, ponderous moment, as if carefully considering their words. "You are there for him," they decide on. "He has others in the Glomdoring, and the Wyrd, if you end up not being... all that he needs."

Olethea nods her head at you.

Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart says, "And I'm sure I won't be. If he has any interest in learning to fight, he will need help beyond what I can give."

Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart says, "And I'm barely ahead of him in the Guild."

Echoed by a soft, dark melody, you say to Olethea, "I am, I believe, trusted enough to handle your tasks, if you wish me to."

Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart says to you, "I'd be very surprised if you were not, you're quite reliable, Auspice."

A wry smile spreads across your face.

Olethea runs a hand through her cascading, fiery red curls, stroking the tresses gently and tucking a lock back into place.

Olethea closes her eyes and inhales deeply, absorbing the scent of her surroundings.

Olethea exhales slowly, allowing a long fluid breath to creep from her lungs.

The sky brightens to a warm, brilliant blue before the light dissipates into scintillating patterns across the daytime sky, distorting first into filigree silver and gold, then into dusky lavender.
The sun reaches the zenith of the firmament, pausing in his quest to allow the land to bask in his shining golden rays.

You reach to your sense of the Ole'noc Caihel and begin to softly hum a low, dark tune.

Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart says to you, "[Redacted]?"

Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart asks, "[Redacted]?"

You tilt your head and listen intently to Olethea.

Echoed by a soft, dark melody, you say, "[Redacted]?"

Echoed by a soft, dark melody, you say, "[Redacted]."

Olethea nods her head at you.

Olethea runs a hand through her cascading, fiery red curls, stroking the tresses gently and tucking a lock back into place.

You reach to your sense of the Ole'noc Caihel and begin to softly hum a low, dark tune.

Olethea tilts her head back and looks up at the sky.

Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart says, "I think I'd like to speak to Him again."

You tilt your head curiously.

Echoed by a soft, dark melody, you ask, "My Lord?"

Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart says, "Yes. I had a lot of questions, last time. I wasn't sure who I was, or what I wanted; I had been in the middle of questioning everything."

You have emoted: Esei tucks one leg closer to themself, humming thoughtfully as they rest their chin on their knee.

Echoed by a soft, dark melody, you say, "Now, or...?"

Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart says, "Mm... Soon."

Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart says, "Not necessarily this month, but... soon."

Continuing the hunt for his dark mate, Father Sun presses forward in his journey, lowering himself in the sky yet still casting even, full light upon the land.

You hum thoughtfully.

Softly, you say, "I see."

Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart says, "I had asked Him... what the Gods saw in the First World, and Mortalkind, that interested Them so."

You have emoted: Esei's eyes flick up to the dying light of the sky above, humming low in their throat.

With a hum, Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart says, "Something He never did answer."

Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart laughingly says, "I'm not sure what I would say, this time."

Echoed by a soft, dark melody, you say, "...one thing, I've found, is that He is... intrigued by the depth of our curiosity."
A wry smile spreads across your face.

Olethea purses her lips, deep in thought.

Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart looks thoughtful and says, "...That explains your father's dedication."

Amused, you say, "And mine."

Echoed by a soft, dark melody, you say, "My curiosity is simply... subtler, than my father's, most times."

The sky's lavender twists darker as night approaches, a twilit shade of dusky mauve seeping over the pale lavender of the bowl of the sky, slowly darkening as the evening grows long.
Shadows grow longer in anticipation for the return of their dark mistress as Father Sun's chase brings him closer to the world's edge.
Olethea tilts her head curiously at you.

Mildly amused, Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart asks, "Is it?"

As the sun passes below the horizon's edge, Mother Night unveils her terrible, shadowy beauty, spreading darkness across the land.

Olethea stretches languidly.

Olethea stretches her wings forward, bringing them within reach of her hands, and begins to smooth and arrange her wingfeathers.

You have emoted: Esei smiles a smile that is somewhere between fond and feral, a bit too sharp to be truly genuine. "My father is much more invested in secrets, and while I find them... well and good, as secrets are excellent to be pried away from minds and kept..." Their melodic voice lowers, softening, eyelids lowering so their lashes brush against their cheeks to create an unnaturally stark contrast. "I rather enjoy seeing how long it takes for people to crack."

Echoed by a soft, dark melody, you purr, "How long it takes to twist their own philosophies around on them, caging them in a prison of their own making."

You have emoted: Esei smiles up at the empty sky with glittering ebon eyes, sharp teeth just out of sight.

Olethea purses her lips, deep in thought.

Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart asks, "To what end?"

Voice softening, you whisper, "They are my enemies, non-wyrden. What other reason should I have?"

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

Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart asks, "Perhaps to bring them home?"

Echoed by a soft, dark melody, you say, "Mm. Some do, yes. But not all."

Olethea purses her lips, deep in thought.

Softly, you say, "Some are too ingrained in their ways to understand the Wyrd."

Olethea purses her lips, deep in thought.

The sky achieves full shadow, a pitch black expanse with only a few gasping, drowning stars for light stretching overhead. There is but a gaping hole where the moon should reside, as if the astrological body has been torn from its orbit.
Midnight shadows coalesce around a new day, and Mother Night embraces the land in utter darkness.
It is now the 16th of Roarkian, 586 years after the Coming of Estarra.
There are 6 days until the New Moon

Olethea closes her eyes, pensive. "...Ah, the Protege's awake."

You tilt your head and listen intently to Olethea.

Proselyte Olethea, Euphony of the Dark Heart says, "I would like to go check in. Which way is...?"

Echoed by a soft, dark melody, you say, "I will lead you."

[leaving my manse!]