A Visit and an Attempt

<-- Gurashi sitting on their patio getting power because 32% reserves womp womp

LOOK ME
Looking like a living, breathing, multi-faceted beam of sunshine, they are a crystalline lucidian kindly demigod changeling. They stand a few inches shy of six feet tall, figure lean and covered in sharp angles. Their entire body seems to be formed out of a vibrant yellow-orange citrine, the crystals rising off of their head in upward, uneven jags that resemble a bad haircut. Their eyes are wide and pupil-less, glowing a soft, cheerful light. A moderately-sized crack has been carved into their right cheek, and a hint of discolored crystal can be seen at the center of their sternum, mostly obscured by their clothing. A large crack splits down the left side of their face, leaving a gap in their otherwise perfect crystalline teeth. The split continues down their neck and disappears beneath the folds of their clothing. A cluster of gray crystal mars the otherwise ever-colorful crystal of their left temple. Random bits of short and uneven citrine jut out along their collarbone and shoulders, growing like a spine along the backs of their arms and down to their wrists. A scarlet hieroglyph rests in the centre of their forehead, flickering with occasional tongues of lightning to show the truefavour of Mysrai, the Shofet of Abyssal Scales. A shifting pearlescence graces their skin as they walk with the truefavour of Carakhan, Sculptor of Waves. Soothing mists of water and light weave about them in a sparkling white veil, marking the truefavour of Lantra, the Empyreal.
They are wearing:
a starry wreath of celestial light set atop their head like a halo
a circlet of crystal thorns resting loosely atop their head
a vivid red-orange poppy tucked lovingly behind their left ear
the Mantle of Starlight which flows dreamily about their shoulders and back
a breezy blue cotton tunic which hangs flatteringly from their form
mercurial Mysraian prayer beads pulled taut against their right wrist
a Glomdoring friendship bracelet which jingles softly on their left wrist
minty citrus incense beads pulled taut against their right wrist
an enormous poppy of black and gold worn delicately upon their left wrist
a driftwood ring of sea breezes fitted tightly to their left middle finger
simple white linen trousers which swish around their legs freely
Refined Boots of the Paladin, worn and weathered from use.

The soft voice of Xiran tickles your ear, "Tidings."

Your melodic voice sings into Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine's mind, "Miss Xiran! Hello!"

(OOC Clan): You say, "Now that I have taken the salted oath and promise to represent the light does that make me a salt lamp."
(OOC Clan): You say, "Beloved Salt Lamp, Gurashi."

The soft voice of Xiran tickles your ear, "How are you faring this moon?"

Your melodic voice sings into Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine's mind, "Am O-K! How're you? I just realized I was loooow on powers, so, am, getting some more! At home. Any newly news? How are doing??"

The soft voice of Xiran tickles your ear, "Hee. Serenwilde is doing well. If there is anything I may assist with, do let me know."

Your melodic voice sings into Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine's mind, "I asked about you! Though am glad SErenwildes is O-K? Heard there was, some, uh, conflicts? And the Lady's dear kaelye gots sicks - are they O-K, now?"

Shifting hieroglyphics dance across nearby surfaces, cast from the nearby gilded lantern.

The soft voice of Xiran tickles your ear, "Ah. I believe they have recovered. I tend to have to ask the young ones who've befriended the kaelye, as I am not able to visit without escort."

The soft voice of Xiran tickles your ear, "Mn." The echo of a tongue clicking drifts over the aether. "Conflict. Yes."

Your melodic voice sings into Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine's mind, "... you are not allowed to visits thems? Really? Oh. I only know about thems through stories - know one of thems was friends with Miss Lief. Am glad they're O-K..."

Your melodic voice sings into Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine's mind, "Is funny, was gonna come say hi to Miss Duethielle and friends, but, haven't given any warning beforehands, and do not want to be rude dropping in... So, am glad you are talking to me! I am glad you are well. Oh! Did you see? Did you hears?"

The soft voice of Xiran tickles your ear, "Ah, they convalesce in a protected space, is all. I am not barred, per se."

The soft voice of Xiran tickles your ear, "Hrm? I'm sure Duethielle would be happy to see you." Curiosity tinges the aether. "Did I hear of...?"

A tawny Nyalian mastiff paws at the ground absently, a low whine escaping his muzzle.

The soft voice of Xiran tickles your ear, "Something occur in New Celest?"

Your melodic voice sings into Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine's mind, "Sort of? In Nexus Worlds - I yam engaged!!"

The soft voice of Xiran tickles your ear, "Oh!!"

Your melodic voice sings into Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine's mind, "Will you come if you can come? I am inviting even though do not have a dates."

The soft voice of Xiran tickles your ear, "Dear Gurashi, congratulations!"

Your melodic voice sings into Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine's mind, "*there is a ripple of pink, an effeminate and happy 'hee' in response to the words* M-many thank yous!"

The soft voice of Xiran tickles your ear, "You should get to be happy." Affirming her praise, she adds, "You aided me in mine, despite the guests that would be attending. Of course I will do my utmost to attend your wedding."

The soft voice of Xiran tickles your ear, "Sadly I do not think many would appreciate bouquets of herbs, hee. I realise a date is not set, but is there some other way these hands might assist?"

Your melodic voice sings into Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine's mind, "I ... do not know! I think, it would be goodly, to have you... ah... uh..."

Your melodic voice sings into Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine's mind, "You are one of my most favoritest song persons. Perhaps, you could help me... with, songs. Will you help, play musics at my wedding? If can makes it? I do not know how! But. I like music a lot."

The soft voice of Xiran tickles your ear, "Oh?" With a soft laugh, "I will do my best, although you'll have to enlighten me to the Celestian style of songs."

Your melodic voice sings into Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine's mind, "...the musical kind?"

The evening air is still and quiet, and your surroundings glitter with dappled, luminous starlight.
Midnight shadows coalesce around a new day, and Mother Night embraces the land in utter darkness.
It is now the 4th of Dvarsh, 593 years after the Coming of Estarra.
There are 27 days until the New Moon

The soft voice of Xiran tickles your ear, "Ahahaha! I'm honoured to be asked to provide the musical kind of songs for your wedding."

Your melodic voice sings into Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine's mind, "*a giggle and a bloom of warm pastel colors* Are busy? Do want to accompany me while try to talk to thems? And if they are a-sleeps or even if not can catch up?"

Your melodic voice sings into Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine's mind, "If did want to say hi, now would be the times to do it. I will be too busy next three, four months around weaves, when they wakes... think... have a letter to writes, too. Ah! So many things to-do."

The soft voice of Xiran tickles your ear, "Ah, that does sound like a lot to do! I'll be down from Ethereal in a moment."

Leaning forward, you gently press a kiss to a tawny Nyalian mastiff sporting spiky steel platemail's brow.
Almost like he were chewing on a bone, a tawny Nyalian mastiff vigorously shakes the weapon in his mouth in a wide arc.

The soft voice of Xiran tickles your ear, "Where would it be best to join you?"

With a harmonious echo, you say to a tawny Nyalian mastiff sporting spiky steel platemail, "I love you! Ah! Be careful! I am going to go try and visit my friends, so am gonna go get Bizi, O-K? You are so goodly, I LOVE you."

You reach out, pulling a tawny Nyalian mastiff sporting spiky steel platemail into a tight embrace.
A tawny Nyalian mastiff's ears rise and sharpen into tight triangles as he stares vigilantly at you.

Before dismissing a tawny Nyalian mastiff sporting spiky steel platemail, you expertly and quickly reach out and unfasten A Trusty Saddle of the Rider, pulling it loose and off a tawny Nyalian mastiff sporting spiky steel platemail's back.
You reach out through your bond with your beast and dismiss him, sending him back to the stables.
A tawny Nyalian mastiff sporting spiky steel platemail bobs his head several times just before trotting off.

You lead Bizirik, the leothin out of a stall of A lovely garden of kaleidoscopic colors.

<-- Nyoom nyoom
Inner Sea nearing the Moon River mouth.
Small particles of dust fly through the air, caught up in a moderate gale. The ocean swells and rises, sometimes cresting with white foam. Rife with seaweed and plant life, the salty waters are crystal blue, a sparkling azure landscape that stretches out as far as the eye can see. Though the waters are relatively warm, a dangerous undertow can be felt lurking beneath the surface. The almost hypnotic rise and fall of the ocean is broken only by the occasional seagull cawing to its mates, or by the splash of a fish arcing out of the waters.
You see exits leading northeast, southeast, and northwest.

Your melodic voice sings into Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine's mind, "Dooo you know, uh, the Inner Sea? Just southeast of the Moon River's mouth. It is just outside of the Forest, yes."

The soft voice of Xiran tickles your ear, "Oh? What draws you there?"

Xiran descends from above.

Your melodic voice sings into Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine's mind, "It --."

You flail about helplessly.

Xiran blinks.

LOOK SHE
Although glimmers of ethereal energy fade in the wake of her dusty green wings, she is a nimble faeling titan of unremarkable stature, little bigger than a pooka. In the rare moments she ceases in her hovering, the viridian veins that line her wings and marble her pale skin are visible. Her silvery hair has been slicked back into a proper bun. Loose strands have been tucked behind her ears. Despite the lines set about her mouth, she has a gleam of mischief in her eyes. Her skin shimmers faintly from a thin application of oil and smells faintly of dragon's blood, deep and exotic. A lush fragrance dances about her as she stands awash in the wild, prismatic colours of a truefavour from Maylea, Bloom of Serenity.
She is wearing:
an emerald rose pinning her hair in place, crowning her with a thorny green shadow of a tiara
a webbed wedding band of platinum
a snowy cloak adorned with moonglory
an opalescent white turtleneck shirt several sizes too large, with
a shimmering silver hairpin closing the collar at the back of her neck.

With a harmonious echo, you say, "Oh!"

Xiran giggles happily.

You throw back your head as you let loose a delighted laugh.

Blinking, Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine says, "Gurashi. You are very shiny today."

With a harmonious echo, you say, "... AH."

Joy suddenly washes over you in waves, your entire body glowing a cheerful shade of citrine yellow.

With a harmonious echo, you say, "I am! I am."

With a harmonious echo, you say, "I... needed powers!"

Blinking still, Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine says, "Not just because you are lucidian."

Xiran begins to follow you.

You have emoted: Gurashi gasps and seems to produce an even brighter glow, brightening the surrounding beach. "I-I can change shapes!"

Confused, Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine says, "I could have sworn I saw a... Presence upon you."

With a harmonious echo, you say, "If am too bright? I do not know how to ..." They pat their chest, "make it stop."

You tilt your head and listen intently to Xiran.

Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine says, "Ah. I mean. It seems you have many Divine blessings upon you. I doubt that is something in your power to stop."

Xiran's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine says, "But, there was a..."

Xiran gestures vaguely.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks over their shoulder expectantly, only to find Bizirik, the leothin staring directly back at them. The leothin gently flicks out its tongue to lick the lucidian on the nose.

You shake your head.

Xiran pauses in mid-gesture, looking at you hopefully as if she had the spoken with great eloquence.

Happily, you say, "I do not know! Is my hairs O-K? Ah, maybe I SHOULD change, I do not want to be too frightening..."

You ponder the situation.

Bemusedly, Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine says, "Too frightening to..."

Comprehension flashes across Xiran's face.

Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine says, "Ah. Likely Miss Duethielle recognises the shape of your soul. I doubt she would fear you."

You have emoted: Gurashi waves their arms, their entire being briefly going through a myriad of colors before settling back on citrine and saffron. "Do think will recognize me? They will recognize Bizi..."

You nod your head slowly in understanding.

Amusement returning, Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine says, "Let's find out."

Pale gold in hue, the wreath about your brow shimmers in a steady pattern, like unto a heartbeat in its gentle pulsation, crowning you in a flickering halo before settling still once more.

You have emoted: Gurashi holds out their hand hopefully. "Anyway - wanna come withs? We can check on thems together, bring some cakes."

Xiran nods her head emphatically.

Xiran swoops around you, following.

<-- walky walky

You have emoted: Gurashi rises to stand on their tip-toes, gazing towards the east before looking back at Xiran hopefully.

Xiran follows you east.
Hidden glade market.
Large, heavy raindrops splash upon the ground. A number of briar rose bushes grow at the edges of the glade, enclosing it in a thick, thorny ring that is difficult to traverse without injury. Rising from the leaves is a subtle fragrance, sweet as apples, which permeates the meadow with its rustic stalls and shelves that house various items for sale. Tall birch trees rise from among the briars, their whorled eyes overlooking the area like silent guardians. Wings humming, Miaei Wildbriar hovers in midair. A pleasantly plump golden tae'dae origami sits next to the enshrined painting, smiling cheerfully. Her olive skin glowing with beauty, Duethielle Landrennbenn sings to herself. Binky Tailsnap stands here, his soft nose and whiskers lifted thoughtfully. A painting of cookie-bound bliss has been enshrined on a shelf here, festooned with flowers and leaf garlands and a trail of mouldy cookie crumbs. A mature oak tree stands proudly here. Shimmering with a stately posture, Olikai Clawheart floats in the air. Reaching up as high as the eye can see looms the awesome presence of a living totem.
You see a single exit leading west.

Joy suddenly washes over you in waves, your entire body glowing a cheerful shade of citrine yellow.

You have emoted: Gurashi lifts a hand as they enter the clearing Xiran zipping about behind them. "Good morning, mine friends!" They chime brightly. "I hopes you are doing well!"

You beam broadly at Duethielle Ladrennbenn.
Distracted, Duethielle Ladrennbenn gazes away into the distance.

More gently, their voice echoing harmonically, you say to Duethielle Ladrennbenn, "Good morning, Miss Duet! Happy belated birthday!"

You beam broadly at Xiran.

Birds fill your ears with serenades of happiness and love.

You have emoted: Gurashi inhales deeply, closing their eyes, their entire body shifting through bright primary colors, yellows and blues and reds, settling back on orange again. "The air is always so clear here - so pretty, here. Is almost as refreshing as the sea!" They look back at Xiran. "Oh! Did I show you my new instruments?"

Xiran tilts her head curiously at you.

Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine thinks to herself: It seems Maylean in imagery, yet.

Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine thinks to herself: The material and detail has been wrought in more Celestian style?

Blinking, Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine says, "Do different birds hold significance to Celestians? I had heard of lyrebirds but..."

You have emoted: Gurashi watches Xiran's reaction, stepping closer and holding out the instrument so that the faeling may examine it more closely. "I thinks, so."

You display a peacock psalterium lyre for all in the room to see.
Somewhat of a departure from ordinary lyre forms, this psalterium lyre
is heavy and solidly built where its forebears were light and lithe. The
weighty body of this instrument has been carved in the image of a
preening peacock, skilfully detailed, from the texture of the wooden
feathers around its neck to the glossy smoothness of its eyes, its beak
and its talons. Behind the bird, a large and ornately engraved set of
colourful, hand-painted tail-feathers fan out to provide a rich and
riotous array of colourful plumage. Polished pegs of rose-gold emerge
fluidly from the tail-feathers, holding pretty silver strings taut and
ready for song. As if yearning to participate in the art spun from its
precious pinions, the head and neck of the peacock curve gracefully up
to form a handle, as if the bird meant to pluck the strings of its own
accord.
It weighs about 4 pounds and 6 ounce(s).
The beauteous craftsmanship of Gurashi, The Heart's Friend radiates throughout it.
You can play this instrument as a musical maestro.
It has been stamped with the seal of Opium Dreams.
It has a Great Rune of Razing attached to it (#407919).
It has the following aliases: lyre, instrument.

Smiling, Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine says, "It's quite unique. I can't say I've seen anything like it before." Tilting her head. "Would you have a tune you wish to share with Duethielle?"

You have emoted: Gurashi's smile wanes slightly. "There are hummingbirds all over the city, because of the gift from the Lady Aesthetes," They explain, plucking a few strings, playing a melancholic tune. "And lyrebirds, like the Lord Lyreths..." They hum softly, the sound multi-tonal in their strange crystalline. "I like peacocks, because they were dear to peoples near to me, and the one that met was very nice - was told so."

You hum softly to yourself.

Xiran blinks.

You think to yourself: *the gentle sound of a peacock's curious cry, gentle eyes and colorful feathers - a memory, honoring that which was*.

A look of comprehension dawns before fading to quiet understanding, Xiran slowly nods as she listens.

You have emoted: Gurashi shrugs their shoulders, smiling as they continue to pluck away at the strings, holding the instrument confidently in their other hand. "I think they are very pretty birds. Have you met the ones that belong to peoples of Her Order? The Bloom of Serenity? Heckity, there are some REAL pretty ones." They laugh, continuing to play.

You see a deer wander through a clearing in the distance.

You face lights up as you smile brightly at Xiran.

Xiran hums in assent as she lands between you and Olikai Clawheart, wings folding to a close.

With a harmonious echo, you ask Xiran, "Would you like to try it?"

You flicker curious shades of light green, your head tilting slightly.

Starry shadows herald Dusan, the coruscant as he deposits a sweet orange and poppy seed bundt cake into your hands before dissolving into mist again.

Xiran blinks.

You blink.

You boggle at a sweet orange and poppy seed bundt cake.

With a harmonious echo, you say, "...a cake."

You clear your throat.

Xiran's eyes sparkle with amusement.

You narrow your eyes, peering about suspiciously.

You tilt your head and listen intently to Xiran.

Eyes following the quickly disappearing Dusan, Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine says, "Ah. I think I'd have to strain a bit to reach the strings. And I'm interested in what you're playing. After cakes, yes."

Your melodic voice sings into Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk's mind, "Thank you! Whatever this is - so goodly smelling! I will eat it when am done playing! Thank you!"

Esei tells you, "It is, in fact, a cake, if in a strange shape."

Your melodic voice sings into Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk's mind, "Is bundt-y!"

Your melodic voice sings into Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk's mind, "Can you pretty please send an extra to Miss Xiran?"

Black, starry mist coalesces into Dusan, the coruscant as he gives a sweet orange and poppy seed bundt cake to Xiran before disappearing again.

Your melodic voice sings into Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk's mind, "If have any extra?? Yay!"

Xiran's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Your melodic voice sings into Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk's mind, "Thank you! Many thank yous!"

You have emoted: Gurashi winks in Xiran's direction, the glow within their eyes becoming a little brighter before softening again. "Playing?" They ask, looking down. "There are lots of songs that can hear, in the city. Floating around on the streets - sung or on violins... sometimes just sit on a bench and listen to all the musics, some mornings." They smile. "Hymns and rhymes and such the likes."

You hum softly to yourself.

Your melodic voice sings into Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk's mind, "I love you! Thank you, cousinling! Hopes you are well, I do."

Regarding you for a while, Xiran allows her eyes to drift closed as she listens and imagines a world from your perspective.

You have emoted: Gurashi cants their head to the side as they play, the strings of the lyre singing sweetly out over the little market glade. They step closer, then too find a spot to lean against beside Xiran. They glance towards the glade dwellers and offer a fond smile before returning their attention to their instrument. "When is closer to Solstice, the musics changes... same with the Festivals of Lights, and Wayfaires... City really loves the Lady Rhapsody - She is goodly."

You face lights up as you smile brightly at Xiran.

With a harmonious echo, you say to Xiran, "Do visit oftens with... uhm... oh, what is Her name, here..."

You erratically pulsate in hues of ruby, emerald and sapphire as confusion washes over you.

With a harmonious echo, you ask, "Laaadyyyyy Triiiaaaalannnte?"

Xiran first winks one eye, then grins as she opens both fully, amused by your trilling.

With a harmonious echo, you sing, "Aaaaaam I saaaying it riiiiightly?"

Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine says, "When we're blessed with her, yes."

You nod your head emphatically.

You face lights up as you smile brightly at Xiran.

Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine thinks to herself: Ah. Their voice is resonating in this form. Pretty.

Light spreads across Xiran's back in numerous colours and hues, enfolding her like butterfly wings.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks down at their wrist, then resumes playing the lyre, humming to themselves now, creating a harmony with the plucked strings, a joyful tune. "So, so, I wanna writes, a uhm, song! For my dear one? Maybe - in lieu of a Vow! Like you did, for Mister Synl. Something beautiful, meaningful. It was such an inspirations, it was..." They sigh dreamily, the sound in itself echoing, a sound like wind through a hollow, crystal chamber.

With a harmonious echo, you say, "...sorry, did not mean to embarrass."

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

Xiran squeaks, "Eh. Ah." She clears her throat and tries again. "Ehm! T-to have inspired a bard is an honour."

You boggle at Xiran.

Softly, Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine says, "It was." She hesitates. "It was partly to get back at him for teasing so. And I meant every word."

A wry smile spreads across Xiran's face.

With a harmonious echo, you ask Xiran, "Of COURSE it was an inspirations!" They laugh, throwing back their head and momentarily glowing a bright shade of silvery lilac before fading back to orange. "Did take a long time for you to write? Your song for him?"

Smiling, you play a few melodious bars on your instrument, causing the air to sparkle faintly.

Bursting open, the clouds in the sky release a light pitter-patter of rain.

An incandescent spark bursts into existence, coalescing into a selcouth sand djinn levitating languidly in midair. Liquid gold begins pouring from his hollow eyes but before a single ephemeral drop can touch the ground, he spits an orange kouseki flower into your hands and vanishes with the static hiss of settling sand.

Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine says, "Ah. The words came last. Or at least. A few of them did not until just days before." She tilts her head. "I had a song for him before, although it was not intended for a uhm. Vows. So this song came about within... a year to the ceremony?"

You ponder the situation.

Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine says, "I don't recommend this process though."

Xiran's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine says, "Although it couldn't be helped, since we moved up the date."

You have emoted: Gurashi pauses in their playing, watching the sparkling air begins to fade slowly to nothing. "That was not a lot of times," They gasp, looking at Xiran, then smiling.

You give an orange cup cake with vanilla frosting to Bizirik, the leothin.
With a harmonious echo, you say, "Deliver to Tonatiuh."
With a toss of its head and some noisy chatter, Bizirik takes an orange cup cake with vanilla frosting from you with its smaller set of forelimbs and scampers off.
Bizirik reappears with a smug look on its face, sauntering up to you to encircle you endearingly before sitting down, tail slapping the ground once with pride.
Bizirik, the leothin obediently falls into line behind you.

Caressing your ear, the voice of Tonatiuh whispers, "Hehe a fair exchange yes?"

Your melodic voice sings into Sultan Tonatiuh al-Saaoud, Oracle Thousandfold's mind, "You are so kind! Too kindly, to me - many thank yous, Beloved. What a beautiful flower."

Your melodic voice sings into Sultan Tonatiuh al-Saaoud, Oracle Thousandfold's mind, "Most beautiful!"

Joy suddenly washes over you in waves, your entire body glowing a cheerful shade of citrine yellow.

In a tiny voice, Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine says, "Perhaps not, but I love him. So."

Your shoulders bunch as you let out a short giggle.

With a harmonious echo, you say, "Am glad you found the words!"

You look at Xiran hopefully.

You have emoted: Gurashi breaks off their earlier tune to play a happy ditty on the lyre, beaming. "Now I want to do the sames!"

Your shoulders bunch as you let out a short giggle.

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

Relaxing her shoulders, Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine says, "Your song will be yours. Incomparably lovely."

You have emoted: Gurashi suddenly flushes a bright shade of pink, then deeper magenta from the tippy-top most headspike to their fingertips. "...wowee that was really sweet compliments, thank you!" They blurt out into a laugh. "Will do best! Would love your helps, reviewing? You are good with words, better than me! Maybe will be willing to helps?"

Eyes dancing as you flushes new shades, Xiran smiles. "I'd love to. Although I do think your own words will carry the most meaning for your betrothed."

The Mantle of Starlight flows gently against your form, twinkling stars shifting across its surface as the starry infinity continues its eternal motion.

You have emoted: Gurashi shakes out their head as their color slowly shifts from pink back to familiar apricot shades, plucking away at the lyre's strings thoughtfully. "Can helps with meeelodies?"

Xiran's gaze wanders over your beneficent form, from shifting pearlescence to soothing mist to shimmering starlight. "Hmm."

Duethielle Ladrennbenn bends and gently scratches Bizirik, the leothin under the chin.

Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine thinks to herself: A song to a tidebourne demigod...

LOOK DUETHIELLE
Duethielle Ladrennbenn is an elfen of radiant olive skin and snow white hair, which is kept out of the way in a long, drooping braid that reaches down to the back of her legs. She wears a light, airy tunic of pale rose and loose, billowing pants of midnight blue limned in silver. Her bare skin has been inscribed with emerald tattoos in spiralling shapes of plants, vines, birds and forest creatures, which run across her cheeks and down her neck, over the collarbone and onto her chest, her back, her lithe limbs, even to the very tips of her fingers and toes. She hums softly off and on, her clear blue eyes glittering with flashes of joy. A musical bracelet of blue and white violets hangs from one of her wrists.
Duethielle Ladrennbenn looks to be crushingly strong.

Xiran turns to Duethielle Ladrennbenn with a smile. She bows her head before the elfen.

Bizirik, the leothin thrums happily, leaning forward to accept the scritches, tail lifting and gently slapping the ground behind it once.

With a vague smile, Duethielle Ladrennbenn says to Bizirik, the leothin, "Hi..."

Bizirik, the leothin chirps happily at Duethielle Ladrennbenn.

Bizirik, the leothin snuffles and snorts softly, and as soon as it has finished yawning its entire body shimmies before it presses its head happily into Duethielle Ladrennbenn's hands.

Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine smiles and says, "Hello hello! Gurashi wanted to wish you a happy belated birthday."

You have emoted: Gurashi giggles at Xiran's shifting attention, then too follows it, noticing the rousing of attention from the nearby elfen. Their colors brighten, crystalline surface briefly flushing pink and gold. "Ah!"

In a shy sing-song voice, still plucking at their lyre, you say, "I diiiiiid~ good mooooorning..."

Duethielle Ladrennbenn breaks into a happy smile as she strokes the leothin. She looks up at you and Xiran. "Hello..." she murmurs as she stands. "You are very shiny today, Gurashi..."

Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine thinks to herself: So very shinies.

Joy suddenly washes over you in waves, your entire body glowing a cheerful shade of citrine yellow.

Xiran picks up 3 yellow lilies from a clay flowerpot.
Xiran gives a tiger lily to Duethielle Ladrennbenn.
Xiran gives a tiger lily to Olikai Clawheart.

Bizirik, the leothin leans heavily into the touch, entire body thrumming audibly, rumbling with a purr at the affection it receives. "I am!" Gurashi chimes harmonically, bobbing their head side to side. "I~ was... low, on energy, and so wanted to be shiny and stand in the sun and gather sunlights, like lucidians do."

Eyes sparkling with amusement, Xiran gives a yellow lily to you.

With a harmonious echo, you say to Duethielle Ladrennbenn, "You are looking wonderful - as always!" They smile, and produce an orange cupcake, offering it out before the elfen. "Happy belated birthday! To you - and Miss Olikai!"

Smiling towards Binky and the trees, you say, "And Mister Binky and Miss Miaei, of course, even if their birthdays is mysteries. Belated! Early cakes."

You beam broadly at Xiran.

Xiran's eyes crinkle in return at your birthday antics.

You think to yourself: *a swell of delight and surprise, not expecting for any sort of attention after so long of a discussion - a brief visit, a promise kept, a sense of relief and joy*.

You eyes light up as you smile.

Duethielle Ladrennbenn lets go of Bizirik, the leothin and lightly brushes her own hair with her hands. She tucks the offered lily into her hair, and then she opens both palms towards you. "Did you become shiny for my birthday?"

Watching Duethielle Ladrennbenn and you, Xiran fails to hide her wide grin behind a raised sleeve.

You have emoted: Gurashi smiles and steps closer to the elfen, now glowing a bright shade of gold, transitioning into silver, pale skeins of green, reflecting Duethielle Ladrennbenn's natural coloration in their crystalline headspikes. "It was a happy coincidences! What do think?" They ask, offering their broken-toothed smile, suddenly shifting through a myriad of pastel hues. Gently they take the extending hands and set an orange cup cake with vanilla frosting carefully within one of them, the other holding Duethielle Ladrennbenn's hand ever-so-carefully. "Happy birthday."

Gingerly, you give an orange cup cake with vanilla frosting to Duethielle Ladrennbenn.
With a bright smile, you give an orange cup cake with vanilla frosting to Olikai Clawheart.
Nodding, you give an orange cup cake with vanilla frosting to Binky Tailsnap.
Yeeting the cake up eagerly the faeling, you give an orange cup cake with vanilla frosting to Miaei Wildbriar.
With a wink, you give an orange cup cake with vanilla frosting to Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine.

With a harmonious echo, you whisper, "When are bringing birthday cakes, always bring enough for everybody."

You give an orange cup cake with vanilla frosting to Bizirik, the leothin.

Bizirik, the leothin gives a short gasp of elation.

Xiran carefully cranes her neck upward.

Duethielle Ladrennbenn takes the cupcake from you, held cupped in her one hand. She stares at it for some time, smiling. "It looks like the Sun at twilight." She places her nose very close to the baked good. "But... it smells like orange... Which does look like the Sun at twilight..." The elfen ponders this conundrum.

Blinking a few times, Xiran eventually smiles.

Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine thinks to herself: Duethielle speaks very lyrically. I wonder if her moonsong sounds like this too.

You have emoted: Gurashi cants their head to the side, flickering through a number of sunset hues, oranges and golds, pale carmine reds and pinks. "Oranges are goodly," They say with pride. "I hopes you like it. Sunsets and sunrises are very nice. And the cupcake is, tasty-cakes." They add sagely, their voice echoing in two-tones, however brief.

You nod your head sagely.

A few orange crumbs rain down from above.

Bizirik, the leothin snorts and snuffles as it quietly eating its own cake. It notices the bits of crumbs and lifts its head, nostrils flaring and tail raising curiously before it finishes off the rest of its dessert in a single slurping bite. It burps, the slowly slinks closer to the lucidian with the foodstuffs.

You hum softly to yourself.

Duethielle Ladrennbenn leans forward and squeezes your hand. "Thank you... Gurashi." She then turns and offers the cupcake to Bizirik, the leothin while still holding your hand.

Xiran briefly goes cross-eyed as strange motes disturb the sunlight filtering through the clouds. She squints up, and then back in time to see Bizirik, the leothin get seconds of cake.

Bizirik, the leothin GASPS, tiny secondary paws flying into the air in delight at the proffered cake. It accepts delicately, then swallows the cupecake whole, thrumming happily.

Duethielle Ladrennbenn pats Bizirik, the leothin in a friendly manner.

Bizirik, the leothin lets out a massive belch into the air.

Bizirik, the leothin chirps happily at Duethielle Ladrennbenn.

You blush furiously.

Xiran snickers and coughs.

You have emoted: Gurashi bows their head, briefly flushing a number of pinkish shades as they clear their throat.

Observantly, Duethielle Ladrennbenn says, "It is very delicious..."

Bizirik, the leothin gazes towards Duethielle Ladrennbenn with blank but happy eyes. Its tail slap slap slaps the grass behind it, and it snuffles, wriggling with pure delight. It lets out another gentler chirp, then looks at its lucidian companion with seemingly the smuggest of grins.

You stare blankly into space.

You gaze softens as you smile.

You have emoted: Gurashi glances towards their still-held hand, then towards the happiest, nay, smuggest of leothins, letting out a giggle that becomes a laugh. "Yes! A goodly birthday cakes."

Duethielle Ladrennbenn draws back and takes your hand into both of her own. "You look happy..." she declares.

Xiran smiles softly.

You have emoted: Gurashi's face lights up - literally, their entire being grows a slightly brighter shade of gold. "I -am-," They affirm, gently wiping their formerly cake-y hand on their pants, then resting it atop Duethielle Ladrennbenn's. "Would you likes to see a beautiful arts?" They look towards Xiran excitedly as well, shifting through happy sunset hues.

You look at Duethielle Ladrennbenn hopefully.
Distracted, Duethielle Ladrennbenn gazes away into the distance.

Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine thinks to herself: The sound of orange would be... sunsets and sunrises on a shared horizon... The uncertainty of endless open sea transformed to glorious possibility. ** Some deep and swaying sound, a yearning and a subsuming to the tides. **.

Duethielle Ladrennbenn looks at you and then Xiran vaguely. "I like art..." Her blue eyes are warm in the afternoon light.

You eyes light up as you smile.

Joy suddenly washes over you in waves, your entire body glowing a cheerful shade of citrine yellow.

Xiran looks up at you curiously.

You have emoted: Gurashi carefully reaches into the safest folds of their tunic, pulling out a painting of A New Forever, which they carefully pass to Duethielle Ladrennbenn in a way those present might all see. "My dear one asked me to marry hims, yes."

You display a painting of A New Forever for all in the room to see.

P ENGAGEMENT PAINTING
Unusually small and painstakingly detailed, this painting is of a
perfect size to fit in the palm of a Trill. The wood of the thin frame
around the painting is made of a hard, dark wood which has been polished
to a mirror shine, with subtle carvings along the sides which depict
musical staves, complete with the musical notation of one of the various
songs that can be heard in the streets of New Celest. The painting
itself is of an orange-feathered Trill and a deep violet Lucidian,
holding hands and facing each other while standing upon the Lake of
Dreams. Various scenes can be seen within the lake with a surprising
amount of detail, all of them featuring the same pair who stand upon the
Lake. They include a dance in a ballroom, a scene of relaxation in a
brightly painted sunroom, the pair of them flopped upon a blue-violet
beach with a diminutive Mugwump between them, and the Lucidian holding
out his arms in welcome to the Trill within a starry expanse.
Upon the back of the painting in glittering golden script are the words,
"I am yours, and you are mine. Know, then, that I will never forsake
you, until the day that the world is torn asunder and nothing remains.
This is my Truth and my Will."
Beneath that in smaller, more subtle silver script is another set of
words, "And this is my Heart within my Art, given unto you."
It weighs about 37 pounds.
It bears the distinctive mark of Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters.
It has a seal of the master artist attached to it (#367727).
It has the following aliases: painting.

You have emoted: Gurashi smiles, continuing to shift through not only sunny shades now, but all the colors, kaleidoscopic even as they beam. "Look, look - is me! Because he knows I love to be a trill mostest," They nod enthusiastically, pointing out the figures. "And there is him, and there is my mine-child..."

Duethielle Ladrennbenn leans in so that her eyes are right near the surface of the painting. She squints slightly to see all the details.

You have emoted: Gurashi quirks their mouth to the left, then the right, canting their head to the side thoughtfully.

Whiskers quivering, Binky Tailsnap says to you, "Are you getting married, Gurashi?? Really, truly??"

Xiran rests her cheek on one hand, stifling a giggle.

You think to yourself: *curious and curiouser - has she ever seen me as trill? do not think - usually humans! usually? no wings - no flappy flaps - a huff*.

Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine thinks to herself: Gurashi is going to have to invite all of them. Mm-hm.

You have emoted: Gurashi's eyes glow a bit brighter as they turn their attention to the mousekin. "Yeah! No dates set yet! But, yes? For -really- reals, and it will be on an island near the inner sea so you are of course -all- invited." They insist. "Will be foods and stuffs."

Cheerfully, their voice again dual-toned, you say, "Am inviting all my friends! Cannot help but want to."

You beam broadly at Xiran.

Binky Tailsnap clasps his little hands together and looks elated, whiskers quivering. "Will ALL your friends be there?"

You have emoted: Gurashi grins a little. "As many as can make it. Am inviting my allies from the Shadowlights Collectives, and my fellow Beloved. Friends from the Serenwilde." They hum happily.

Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine thinks to herself: Oh. Binky is adorable.

Duethielle Ladrennbenn rises from her scrutiny and pats the painting gently. "It is a very beautiful painting.... There's music... and water... and stars..." She smiles again at you. "I have seen him before. In Celest, at the ball..." She twirls around, braid swaying as if she were dancing. "And here. He asked me many questions..."

Xiran tilts her head, listening.

Curiously lowering the painting, you say, "Oh - he did?" They quirk their mouth to the side. "I... vaguely remember him, wandering off after the festivals..." They smile again. "The bonfire - unless, mean another time?"

Binky Tailsnap quivers with excitement and moves towards his little painting shrine and stares at the VERY mouldy cookies. He nibbles on his cupcake.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks down at the painting, smiling gently, their colors softening. "Thank you. I am happy. He is nice to me, and means a great deal to me," They hum, looking up towards Xiran, then over to Olikai Clawheart. "I hope he was kindly to you, as well."

You look at Duethielle Ladrennbenn hopefully.
Distracted, Duethielle Ladrennbenn gazes away into the distance.

You flicker curious shades of light green, your head tilting slightly.

Murmuring quietly, Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine says, "I think I've only met him properly over the lake, for skating. And I recall he did not require skates due to his affinities."

Your shoulders bunch as you let out a short giggle.

You nod your head emphatically.

Duethielle Ladrennbenn sways back and forth, still dancing as if to a drumbeat. "I do not think he trusted me..." She hums with a soft cadence. "But that is all right. I ate your food in the... Celest... Maybe I ate too much." She stops, hands clasped as she smiles at you. "He is kind to you, which means he should marry you..."

You have emoted: Gurashi watches Duethielle Ladrennbenn in her dancing, their curious colors remaining. "I do not think you did anything the matter," They insist, smiling again. "You ate the perfect amounts do not be afeared about thats." They add sagely.

You have emoted: Gurashi's gaze brightens, and they smile, then look down at the painting, then back at the elfen. "I hopes can come. Or at least hopes you will know are allowed to come," They say warmly, humming and swaying to subtly match whatever subtle beat it is Duethielle Ladrennbenn follows.

You hum softly to yourself.

Nodding, staring straight at you, Duethielle Ladrennbenn says decidedly, "I think you should marry him."

Xiran blinks and glances to Olikai Clawheart upon Duethielle Ladrennbenn's declaration.

Overhead, you hear someone giggle, then snort.

You nod your head sagely.

Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine thinks to herself: Is that how their proposal went? Hm. ** imagining bumblebee brooches being clinked together **.

Adoringly, you say to Duethielle Ladrennbenn, "I think I should, too, yes. Many thank yous."

Duethielle Ladrennbenn breaks into a smile, her blue eyes glittering. She turns to Olikai Clawheart and confides, "Gurashi is getting married!" She takes up the loboshigaru's hands and looks into her eyes lovingly.

You think to yourself: *curious, a short in their memory? or information never learned: who asked who to marry? Olikai proposing to Duethielle? or the other way? either way the wondering is adorable - the pair of them are so cute*.

You eyes light up as you smile.

Olikai Clawheart squeezes Duethielle's hands and gently says to her, "Yes, my dear. I believe they have invited all of us to their wedding." She draws Duethielle close, and they press their cheeks together.

Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine thinks to herself: Oh. They're so lovely together.

You have emoted: Gurashi's face flushes all sorts of pink and they shyly look down, then watch Duethielle Ladrennbenn and Olikai Clawheart again, head canted to the side, expression nothing short of adoring.

LOOK BINKY
A mouse-kin of average height and gentle spirit, Binky Tailsnap looks about himself with bright and curious eyes. His fur is soft and well brushed, with whiskers extending like a fan from his small, pink nose. He wears a supple leather jerkin, its colour slightly darker brown, and matching breeches ending in tiny feet enclosed in a pair of well-worked moccasins. His hands bear remarkably agile and slender fingers, which are often clasped together or twirling his whiskers in thought. Draping behind him, a flexible, ropy tail curls from side to side to accentuate Binky's movements.
Binky Tailsnap looks to be crushingly strong.

LOOK MIAEI (in the trees)
Possessed of slender limbs and a spritely, sharp-angled face, Miaei Wildbriar easily exemplifies her faeling heritage. Her wings are butterfly-like, translucent, light filtering through their many-hued sections to cast colour upon her cool, blue skin. She wears a tunic of flower petals and a skirt of verdant leaves, with a leather pouch slung across her shoulders to hold small odds and ends. An incessant humming surrounds her form as she hovers barely off the ground at baseline, darting here and there, high and low, as various aspects of the surroundings draw her attention.
Miaei Wildbriar looks to be crushingly strong.

LOOK AT OLIKAI
Floating in the air as if she were a mirage, Olikai Clawheart is an loboshigaru woman of gentle elegance. She stands tall, with a long, refined snout and ears that drape down the sides of her head like fine, wavy hair. Though translucent of form, she bears the full colours of her pelt in faded saturation: a warm red run through with streaks of silver along her ears, upon her chest, and on the back of her hands and feet. Her eyes are liquid brown, a quiet kindness behind them. Upon her long-furred body drapes a fine robe woven in blue, decorated with the fauna of the forest dancing in leaping circles about one another. A satchel of the same faded translucence as her body hangs from her shoulder and across her front, a simple golden clasp in the form of a bumblebee holding it closed. Now and again, her long, luxurious tail waves at the hem of her robes, shifting back and forth in thought or in welcome.
Olikai Clawheart looks to be crushingly strong.

Xiran watches Olikai Clawheart and Duethielle Ladrennbenn with open affection.

Xiran begins to sing an enchanting song.

With a smile, Duethielle Ladrennbenn says to you, "I would love to go to your wedding... But, have you asked him yet? I hope he knows you are getting married...?"

Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine thinks to herself: Ah. Mother's full face will be with us again soon... Oh. Heehee.

Xiran bites back a smile, raising her sleeve again for good measure.

Huskii arrives from the west.

You have emoted: Gurashi briefly turns the color of ash, then bright pastel hues, primary shades of blue and yellow and red, expression boggled. "H-he asked me!" They enthuse. "Do not worry! He knows! I promise it will not be a surprise, for him. Otherwise I would be too shy, and never married at all," They confess sheepishly, grinning back at Duethielle Ladrennbenn.

LOOK HUSKII
They are a regal aslaran titan. They are about five and a half feet tall. They are rotund. Their short hair is a tabby pattern of black on gold blond, with a necktie of shaggy platinum adorning the neck. The tail is rings of white on black. The eyes are a dulled yellow-green, resembling the colour of autumn grass. A lush fragrance dances about them as they stands awash in the wild, prismatic colours of a truefavour from Maylea, Bloom of Serenity.
They are wearing:
soft, dark brown suede boots
a commemorative Bloodfaire button of iron clockwork
a festive armoured jacket of wintertime
a rabbit fur knitted coat with black sheep wool trim
an elaborate cloak pin of amaranth petals
a light blue coral ring
an etched garnet ring
a beryl sun ring
a smooth pearl ring
a bloodstone ring etched with salamanders
a ring of emerald tetrahedron links
bark-brown deerskin trousers
a star-studded black velvet backpack.

Duethielle Ladrennbenn beams broadly at you.

You see the following people here:
Xiran, Huskii, Gurashi.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks up towards the new arrival, shoulders bunched joyfully. "Hello!" They chime to Huskii. "Would you like some belated or early birthday cakes?"

Joy suddenly washes over you in waves, your entire body glowing a cheerful shade of citrine yellow.

Huskii's mouth turns up as their face breaks into a smile.

Huskii of the Misty Vale says, "Hello! I'ld like some cake! Did I miss a birthday?"

Huskii slumps down dejectedly.

Gingerly, you give an orange cup cake with vanilla frosting to Huskii of the Misty Vale.

Huskii's mouth turns up as their face breaks into a smile.

Xiran zips up to twirl about Huskii in reassurance.

With a harmonious echo, you say to Huskii, "Sort of but not really? Being a-wake on the very day of one's birthday is sometimes hard! So that is why they are belated! Or early."

"I will come..." Duethielle Ladrennbenn murmurs. She leans against her wife, looking comfortable, and yet with a vulnerable expression on her olive toned face. "If I do not get lost..." As she says this, Olikai pulls her closer and looks at the elfen as if she's admitted something astonishing.

Huskii nods their head sagely.

Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine thinks to herself: O-oh. Has the way to Seralem also affected her awareness?

You have emoted: Gurashi's attention returns to the elfen, and they smile warmly, then nod. "I would love that so muchly. Let me know if need helps finding the place? I promise, I will send paper invites." They consider Duethielle Ladrennbenn's face, then Olikai Clawheart's, crystalline brow furrowing, body flashing through shades of ashen lilac.

You tilt your head curiously at Xiran.

You tilt your head and listen intently to Olikai Clawheart.

Expression bland, Xiran's sudden look of scrutiny vanishes as quickly as it came.

Huskii's ears perk up with a sudden interest.

Olikai Clawheart says softly to Duethielle Ladrennbenn, "You won't get lost, my love. Wherever you wander, I'll make sure I am near. You came to look for me, after all." There is a sense that she is speaking something she has said many times before.

You gaze softens as you smile.

Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine thinks to herself: Oh. I thought. Duethielle was Olikai's anchor to Prime. But. Clearly the other way around is true.

Xiran tilts her head.

You have emoted: Gurashi quirks their mouth to the side, still smiling, albeit crookedly. "I am grateful would considers, but even if cannot be there in bodies you will all be in my hearts," They reach up their hand and pat it over their chest, brightening again. "Will save cakes for."

You beam broadly.

Joy suddenly washes over you in waves, your entire body glowing a cheerful shade of citrine yellow.

Having returned from his reverie before the painting shrine, Binky Tailsnap confides in a whisper: "Duet knows she gets lost, now." He sidles up to you. "Or she always knew, but now she talks about it. Sometimes."

You tilt your head and listen intently to Binky Tailsnap.

Holding his tail in his little hands, Binky Tailsnap says to you, "You know... When she's not here."

You have emoted: Gurashi leans down a little closer to the mousekin, nodding, smiling. "Better," They whisper at the confession, face brightening. "That is wonderful news, isn't it? To be aware, writing letters..."

You beam broadly at Binky Tailsnap.

Somberly, and with a mouth covered in icing, Huskii of the Misty Vale says, "I get lost all the time, it's the first step to a good adventure. That's why we need friends!"

You have emoted: Gurashi casts a glance toward Xiran, gaze lingering on the faeling, then flicking to the aslaran, smiling again. "Wonder, what is changed? Or if perhaps is just because is surrounded so often by those she loves, yes."

You think to yourself: *knowing how healing it can be just to be in the presence of someone who cares for you dearly, deeply, earnestly*.

With a rueful smile, Olikai Clawheart says to Xiran, "As I said, didn't I? We are a pair. My body, lost in Seralem. And she..." At this, she looks at Duethielle again. "She's wandering Seralem in spirit. I would give what physicality I have left to reunite with her fully in mind. What Duet knows, I do not even know."

Xiran hums softly before she slowly dips her head.

Wide-eyed, you ask, "...Seralem..." They look out of the glade wondrously, "Like the pretty plants growing down the way?"

You tilt your head and listen intently to Xiran.

Having been resting against Olikai this whole time, Duethielle Ladrennbenn pulls forward and nods at you. "I showed you," she answers.

Joy suddenly washes over you in waves, your entire body glowing a cheerful shade of citrine yellow.

Happily, you ask, "I remember - it was beautiful, what I could see?" They hum thoughtfully, then chime in a sing-song curious voice: "...It is a whole place?"

You blink.

Curious, you whisper, "I thoughts was ... an..."

You have emoted: Gurashi lifts a hand to wiggle their fingers. "...a thing. An energies. A powers, presence..."

Xiran gives you a small smile.

Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine says, "It is that, and more."

You look at Xiran hopefully.

You flicker curious shades of light green, your head tilting slightly.

Huskii ponders the situation.

Wiping away a few crumbs from their mouth, Huskii of the Misty Vale says, "I think it's more of an aspect? Is that the right word..."

Xiran flashes Huskii a joyous smile.

Her voice melodious, Olikai Clawheart says, "I suspect Seralem is many things."

Huskii of the Misty Vale says, "Saralem started as a sanctuary, but that was a long ago. There's still a lot to learn."

You have emoted: Gurashi's attention flits to Huskii, curious and hopeful. "All the things and more, a place to be," They look back towards the elfen and loboshigaru. "If is a place then ...has a door?" They harmonize alone curiously, then quickly add, "Apologies, do not have to listen to me rambles and wonder."

Blinking, you ask, "Sanctuary?"

Huskii nods their head emphatically.

Huskii ponders the situation.

Vaguely, Duethielle Ladrennbenn says to you, "You can find it, but it's... you are not of it."

You gaze softens as you smile.

You have emoted: Gurashi glances down, the Mantle of Starlight billowing about their form in response to an unfelt wind. "I think I understand...?"

You tilt your head curiously at Duethielle Ladrennbenn.
Duethielle Ladrennbenn flashes her clear blue eyes upon you.

Huskii of the Misty Vale says, "A place to keep fae and spirits safe. I'm sure you've seen shades of it. Many of the Basin have, but there's still a lot to discover."

You tilt your head and listen intently to Huskii.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks back down at themselves thoughtfully, smiling as they return their gaze to the pair. "I hopes you all continue to learn more," They whisper, soft but enthusiastic. "Get goodly answers. Find things that have been..."

You look at Duethielle Ladrennbenn hopefully.
Distracted, Duethielle Ladrennbenn gazes away into the distance.

Duethielle Ladrennbenn draws away from Olikai and grabs your hand again. "It can change you though...? And you will be different...?" She smiles, and little whorls of green pass from her skin to you, illuminating the crystalline flesh. Her own tattoos appear green and vibrant as she speaks.

You blink.

Xiran whispers in your ear and your vision lapses momentarily as the memories of lives past unfold before your mind's eye, each as fleeting, and as vital, as a breath. The wisdom of the turning cycles moves you, and as the vision ends, you revel in the hale fragrance of new life suffusing the air.

A shifting, living poppy of ruby petals displays a myriad of brilliant colours before its petals are set ablaze adapting to a fiery ruby colour in the blink of an eye.

Duethielle Ladrennbenn's clear blue eyes stare at you for a moment. "But... you do not want it?" She frowns, and her white brows furrow.

Xiran drifts back, tilted head silently echoing Duethielle Ladrennbenn's query.

You have emoted: Gurashi blinks once, twice, as they feel Duethielle Ladrennbenn take their hand. They look down, watching as their crystalline skin briefly changed, the orange dancing with shades of green. Their mouth forming a perfect 'o' of surprise, and they gaze back into the elfen's eyes. "Can change," They wonder aloud, "do think it would? Me, mean?" Their head cants to the other side. "Am I even allowed to know?"

You have emoted: Gurashi's concerned gaze flicks to Xiran, wide-eyed, silently mouthing something akin to 'have YOU been there?'

You stare at Xiran, eyes wide.

You stare at Huskii, eyes wide.

You tilt your head and listen intently to Duethielle Ladrennbenn.
Duethielle Ladrennbenn flashes her clear blue eyes upon you.

Xiran blinks bemusedly.

Having been observing for a time, Olikai Clawheart explains to you, "Seralem seems to change people, if they are willing to be changed by its power." Her liquid brown eyes are kind as she continues. "Having seen what changes came over one of our guests, I imagine those changed by Seralem will forever have affinity to the Serenwilde. As those changed by the Wyrd in the dark forest have their own... affinities."

You tilt your head and listen intently to Olikai Clawheart.

Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine thinks to herself: We're there. We're home. This land is home at last.

With a small laugh, Olikai Clawheart says, "In short, I think Duet is offering you the bounties of Serenwilde and the forest's power."

Huskii's mouth turns up as their face breaks into a smile.

With a harmonious echo, you whisper, "I... see," They intone, voice gentle and understanding. Suddenly, their eyes widen as they consider the statement, squinting and looking back at the loboshigaru. "...is she allowed to do that?" They look back at the elfen, turning over their own hands to take her tattooed ones in their own, the green shapes reflecting off their skin. Obliviously they blurt out: "Is O-K? What if you need those bounties, Miss Duethielle! Or the forest's power?"

Eyes glittering, Xiran says, "Care to take up the offer?"

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

You tilt your head and listen intently to Xiran.

As if they were trying to understand, you ask, "Peoples chose? Choosed?"

You boggle at Huskii.

You tilt your head and listen intently to Olikai Clawheart.

Xiran's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Huskii ponders the situation.

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

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You flail about helplessly.

You have emoted: Gurashi grimaces at the firework, then laughs, throwing back their head as they recover from the firework. "If it would help me understand you better, Miss Duethielle, then would be willing to give it a try," They confess, body shifting through a myriad of color once more. "If could be something to help - so's long as it does not hurt my fellow Beloved, or my home?"

You look at Xiran hopefully.

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

Olikai Clawheart says to you, "I'm not sure how it will interact with the wateriness of the city you hail from, now. You might grow a leaf or two - again, by my observations of our other guest. Not to worry though. Leaves are very handy, and they might be nice in your city, as a breath of nature."

You stare blankly into space.

Huskii's mouth turns up as their face breaks into a smile.

With a harmonious echo, you say, "... s..."

With a harmonious echo, you say, "L-leaf."

Huskii of the Misty Vale says, "I'm sure this won't be like last time!"

Huskii nods their head emphatically.

You think to yourself: *a familiar faeling face - L i e f?*.

You stare blankly into space.

You erratically pulsate in hues of ruby, emerald and sapphire as confusion washes over you.

Xiran's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Duethielle Ladrennbenn stares at you dreamily with her clear, blue eyes, as she has been since she took up your hands.

You think to yourself: *a fluttering in their heart - a, good... bad? idea? maybe, will not be too big of a leaf - brave - what it means to be brave, those that they are brave for - as Duethielle gazes at them, their panic subsides, replaced with a calm, a blooming of warm color*.

Golden shades radiate from your chest and your heart beats faster with newly-appeared determination.

Huskii sits themself down.

Huskii watches Gurashi closely.

You have emoted: Gurashi swallows hard, and for a moment their entire body shifts through every color of the rainbow before settling back on familiar citrine and apricot. They say nothing, but their head bobs ever so slightly, a nod of affirmation they offer to Duethielle Ladrennbenn, canting their head to the side after briefly glancing at the other gathered individuals.

You flicker curious shades of light green, your head tilting slightly.

Murmuring, Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine says, "I think we've quite gotten awake from birthdays and weddings, mm."
You glance askance at Xiran.

Xiran raises a palm in the air.

You think to yourself: *a fleeting reluctance - to choose one or the other, always struggled to pick one over the other out of obedience, duty, but ...*.

Duethielle Ladrennbenn turns her head to Xiran and asks. "Will you help...?" She then asks Huskii, "Will you help?"

Huskii stands up and stretches their arms out wide.

Huskii nods their head emphatically.

A shaft of silvery light falls across Xiran's face, who bows her head in reverence.

You think to yourself: *...different, this time - the peacock psalterium heavy against their back, swirling green hues on their fingertips - the elfen speaks but the word aren't quite heard - have wanted to protect her from the Shadows for longer than they can remember, from a time when they felt more sure of the Glomdoring more than anything...*.

Huskii of the Misty Vale says, "Trying to channel the Seralem directly?"

Xiran bows her head as she welcomes Duethielle Ladrennbenn to the coven.

You have emoted: Gurashi seems a little dazed, following the elfen's gaze, wide-eyed and curious. They tighten their grip and look down nervously. "Is," They struggle to make their words eek out, the sound short and strangely discordant, "this shapes O-K?"

The Mantle of Starlight flows gently against your form, twinkling stars shifting across its surface as the starry infinity continues its eternal motion.

Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine thinks to herself: How far will... mm.

Laying a hand on Gurashi's shoulder, Huskii of the Misty Vale says, "I offer my strength to protect Gurashi."

Bizirik, the leothin watches the goings on curiously, tail raising and gently slapping the ground behind it.

Bizirik, the leothin chirps happily.

Duethielle Ladrennbenn turns her clear blue eyes back towards you and holds your hands gently.

Huskii of the Misty Vale says, "May the Spirits protect us if willing."

A radiant aura of blue light glows forth from the Glinshari Circle, signalling that the Flame of Glinshari shines with great strength.

Bewildered, you say, "Protect? OH, many thank yous but... do not put yourselfs in dangers for me," Suddenly they whisper to the aslaran, "by the way is nicely to meet you I am Gurashi hi hello."

Huskii's mouth turns up as their face breaks into a smile.

You have emoted: Gurashi turns their full attention back to Duethielle Ladrennbenn, leaning forward. "I am ready," They say warmly. "I am unafeared."

Huskii of the Misty Vale says, "Huskii of the Misty Vale Tribes. It's important to protect our guests!"

Duethielle Ladrennbenn continues to stare at you, squeezing your hands harder and harder. Motes of green flicker from her own hands, but they don't go further than land upon your crystalline flesh in sparks of brightness.

The smell of wildflowers wafts past your nose.

Olikai Clawheart floats translucent in the air, studying the scene with an appraising expression.

Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine thinks to herself: I do not think Seralem can truly... but if Gurashi is willing...

You think to yourself: *hopeful and curious, the fleeting guilt and hesitation replaced with confidence and hope - that voice again, papery and soft, blooming shades of saffron: "...grow ... in peace, and..."*.

Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine thinks to herself: Ah. I promised help. **the rippling questions fade to silvery stillness**.

Huskii nods their head in concentration.

You have emoted: Gurashi swallows hard, the colors of their body becoming more saturated the longer they allow Duethielle Ladrennbenn to hold their hands, fingers ever-so-bent to return the grasp. After a time, they begin to hum a cheerful tune, a faint crystalline sound resonating deep in their chest.

Xiran draws back her sleeves, silvery light washing over her fingers, hands, wrists--then outwards to link her energies to Huskii, and them to Duethielle Ladrennbenn.

Still, Duethielle Ladrennbenn stares at you. The pressure upon your hands is immense now. If they were not of crystal, there would likely be some marks. The elfen hums softly, swaying back and forth.

Bizirik, the leothin thrums softly as well, tossing its head and watching the goings on from its own spot nearby. It licks its face, finding a bit of frosting it missed from the earlier cupcakes and seeming quite happy about it.

Binky Tailsnap whispers, "Umm.... I don't think it's working...? Yet?" He holds his tail clutched in his little hands.

You gaze softens as you smile.

Olikai Clawheart's liquid brown eyes flicker to Xiran and then to Huskii. Her tail sways back and forth.

You think to yourself: *the voice continues, soft and repeating: "...and Love... Love, and Will..."*.

Humming the first notes of moonsong, Xiran crosses her forearms, hooking her thumbs together as she raises her hands in the sign of Antlers.

You think to yourself: *the gentle sound of rustling leaves, so familiar to days long gone - a sense of familiarity and gratitude in swirling shades of green and aquamarine*.

You have emoted: Gurashi's body begins to shift into forestal shades of deep green, teal, brighter turqoise, like the waters of a lake as they continue to hum, not minding the pressure on their hands. They offer the elfen an encouraging smile despite Binky Tailsnap's statement, canting their head.

You hum softly to yourself.

Huskii tightens their grip on Gurashi's shoulder.

Huskii of the Misty Vale says, "Chuchip if willing, guide us."

Something fresh and bright flickers briefly from Duethielle, but again, nothing flows to Gurashi, nor about them. The coven circle remains complete, but no light of Moon or hint of vibrancy rises to embrace Gurashi. <-- bright green!

Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk has entered the realm of Lusternia.

Overhead, someone giggles, and the leaves rustle as if disturbed by wiggling legs.

You think to yourself: *a thrum of encouragement, then confusion, a little ripple of embarrassment - did it wrong? or just simply the Way of Things? - would do anything to help, but - is that enough?*.

Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine thinks to herself: Wax and wane, rise and fall. With joined breath, on Seralem we call. Wax and wane, rise and fall...

You have emoted: Gurashi give Duethielle Ladrennbenn's hands a little squeeze, though their humming gets a little softer, and they look surprised, then curious.

Miaei Wildbriar bursts through the leaves of the branches overhead and laughs as she alights on your shoulder. "I think... that this is all a bit of fun!" She stares at you and makes a face. She continues rudely, "But what have you really done for Serenwilde? Why should the power of the forest accept you and bless you?" She sticks out her tongue.

Duethielle Ladrennbenn breaks her gaze at you with Maiei's comments, finally letting go of your hands. Even in this form, there are some indentations in the flesh, and likely throbbing pain. She looks slightly crestfallen.

Huskii collapses in a heap on the floor, unable to bear the pain any longer.

Xiran rolls her hands outward, turning Antlers to Full Moon before letting her hands fall back to her sides in an exaggerated stretch.

You have emoted: Gurashi flexes and relaxes their hands, the shades of green slowly turning to pink, rippling into magenta. They consider the faeling before sheepishly responding: "You are right."

Quietly continuing to direct healing energies to Huskii and Duethielle Ladrennbenn for the efforts spent, Xiran cants her head at Miaei Wildbriar's sudden question.

You tilt your head, gaze softening as you frown.

Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine thinks to herself: Mm. I confess I was curious. So the land knows her own...

Miaei Wildbriar leans against you and laughs and giggles. "It was fun watching you all try though." Her wings flutter. "But I know these things. I know magic, after all!"

Huskii's ears perk up with a sudden interest.

You have emoted: Gurashi glances towards Huskii as the aslaran collapses, offering them a hand now that their own have been released from Duethielle Ladrennbenn's. "You are right. It is a goodly Forest," They breathe and sigh harmonically, "I am honored that you tried. Are O-K?"

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

You look at Huskii, expression filled with concern as you frown.

You look at Duethielle Ladrennbenn, expression filled with concern as you frown.

Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine thinks to herself: Haha. Dear Gurashi. What about yourself?

Xiran lays a hand on your forehead, and your body tingles with a healing warmth.

Huskii of the Misty Vale says, "Just... A little tired."

Duethielle Ladrennbenn bows her head, her long, white braid falling to trail upon the ground. "I am sorry..." She murmurs and shakes her hand. "I thought I would try, so you can see... Gurashi..."

Trying to catch their breath, Huskii of the Misty Vale says, "I'll need, a little more of that cake later."

Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine says to you, "You're forgetting your own hands, dear."

Xiran's eyes sparkle with amusement at Huskii.

Olikai Clawheart reaches out and wraps an arm about Duethielle Ladrennbenn. "We found out something new, at least." She looks kindly upon you. "Thank you for being willing to try."

You have emoted: Gurashi looks down at their hands curiously, clenching either into fists and looking them over before offering them to Xiran. "They do not hurt so badly, it is O-K. Miss Duet, are you O-K? That was a lot of shiny magic."

With a harmonious echo, you ask Duethielle Ladrennbenn, "Is that how your tattoos are so magical? That is so neat." To Olikai, they add. "I did not make her too tired trying, right? She is O-K?"

You look at Miaei Wildbriar hopefully.
Perching briefly before you, Miaei Wildbriar takes off again, wings humming.

Childishly, Miaei Wildbriar sticks her tongue out at you.

Miaei Wildbriar exclaims, "If you come to live and work with the forest, maybe the land will work for you too! I'm very good with plant magic! And then you can make cakes for everyone! Ahahaha!"

Huskii's mouth turns up as their face breaks into a smile.

Amused, Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine says, "So it was all for cake, eh?"

Xiran tentatively sticks out her tongue and licks a sweet orange and poppy seed bundt cake.

Xiran puts her nose over a sweet orange and poppy seed bundt cake and inhales.

Xiran consumes a sweet orange and poppy seed bundt cake leisurely, seeming to enjoy every bite.

You have emoted: Gurashi pauses, then smiles, body a swirling shades of lilac and aquamarine. "It is O-K to be food driven," They hum, looking down at their hands once more curiously.

Duethielle Ladrennbenn reaches up and touches your cheek. "I am not tired," she says, a small smile on her face. "And I will still try to come to your wedding, if I don't get lost."

You think to yourself: *both embarrassed but understanding - knew would likely not work, but was worth the effort, worth trying to help - a step closer to having answers, however convoluted the journey*.

Miaei Wildbriar flits around Binky Tailsnap a few times, blowing raspberries, then she flickers up into the branches once more and disappears amid some rustling.

Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine thinks to herself: ... It's a good thing Miss Miaei has family already, or I would be tempted to consider.

Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine says to Duethielle Ladrennbenn, "Perhaps we can make the trip together."

You have emoted: A ripple of pink, then bright verdant green and peach wash over Gurashi's being, and the lucidian smiles, reaching up to give the elfen's hand a squeeze. "Thank you. I will send a paper letters to invite you all. But do not push yourselves too hard if is difficult." They beam. "I am so glad could see you again. Promised would visits more. Glad some friends could join." They glance back towards Xiran and Huskii fondly.

Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine thinks to herself: Although she means another sort of lost, mm. If there might be a way to strengthen Miss Olikai and her connection to one another? Or is that a dangerous blurring of boundaries.

Xiran smiles to you.

Binky Tailsnap reaches up and tugs on you. "And... and... all the Beloved will be there?"

Huskii projects a tired smile.

The soft voice of Xiran tickles your ear, "I shall think upon a melody or two."

With a harmonious echo, you say to Binky Tailsnap, "I am going to invite them. All of them - I cannot promise that they can all make it, either, but will try."

You look at Binky Tailsnap hopefully.

Xiran gives an orange cup cake with vanilla frosting to Huskii of the Misty Vale.

Binky Tailsnap smiles and nods hopefully. "Okay. I hope!"

With a wink, you say to Binky Tailsnap, "Me too, trust me."

You face lights up as you smile brightly at Binky Tailsnap.

With a gentle smile, Olikai Clawheart says to you, "Your visits to Duet are kind. We would be happy to see you again, the rest of the Serenwilde willing."

With a harmonious echo, you say to Olikai Clawheart, "Truthfully, Miss Duethielle's one of my oldest friends by this point. If can believe it." They smile. "Have known more than half of my whole lifes! I am honored to get to come. It is fun to see you all, really really!"

You beam broadly.

Duethielle Ladrennbenn plucks the lily from her hair and offers it to you. "You can have this, for your birthday..."

Duethielle Ladrennbenn gives a tiger lily to you.

You blink.

Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine whispers to Olikai Clawheart, "Gurashi has permission from the Vates Arboreal and our Minister of Security to visit without escort, since they are such good friends with Duethielle."

Perking up, you ask, "Hey! A me-flower" They laugh suddenly, "Or, old-me-flower. Really? You are sure?"

Xiran grins behind her sleeve.

Duethielle Ladrennbenn just stares at you with a smile on her face.

You have emoted: Gurashi accepts the lily, bringing it close to their nose and breathing in its scent before tucking it among one of their headspikes. It sits there awkwardly, orange on orange. "Ta-daaaa."

You slip into a tiger lily.
You create a pose for the object. It will now appear as the following when worn:
a tiger lily tucked among their headspikes

The corners of Huskii's mouth turn up as they grin mischievously.

You have emoted: Gurashi waves their hands jazzily. "Thank you for the present."

Xiran takes a purple tulip from a clay flowerpot.
Xiran gives a purple tulip to you.

Innocently, Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine says, "To match your betrothed."

Your shoulders bunch as you let out a short giggle.

Caught in a sudden bout of whimsy, you twirl about the room in idle circles.

With a harmonious echo, you say, "It has been a most wonderful months - thank you, for all granting me your company!" They sing, "I had a really lovely time, I did."

Binky Tailsnap bows low, lifting his tail. "Thank you for your visit! And the cake!" He rises and nods a few times.

With a harmonious echo, you say, "Even if I am not Forest-y enough to see all of the Forest's things." They smile brightly. "But I do love my home, too. I am glad we tried."

You hum softly to yourself.

You face lights up as you smile brightly at Xiran.

Light spreads across Xiran's back in numerous colours and hues, enfolding her like butterfly wings.

With a harmonious echo, you say to Xiran, "Thank you for keeping me company too! Even before everyone was waking! I enjoyed playing musics for you!"

Huskii of the Misty Vale says, "Still a lot to learn. Thank you for helping us learn a little more."

With a harmonious echo, you say to Huskii, "Make sure to eat lots of cake to regain your strengths."

Huskii of the Misty Vale says, "And thanks for cake."

Xiran giggles happily.

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

Joy suddenly washes over you in waves, your entire body glowing a cheerful shade of citrine yellow.

Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine says, "Such like minds."

With a faint smile, Huskii of the Misty Vale says, "I need to take some rest. Nice to meet you!"

With a harmonious echo, you say to Binky Tailsnap, "I will try to let you know if I can confirm the Beloveds who can come, O-K? O-K."

You give the world a smart salute.

You beam broadly.

You think to yourself: *a sudden wave of t i r e d*.

Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine says, "Merry part and blessed be."

Huskii leaves to the west.

Xiran curtseys gracefully.

You thank Xiran profusely.

Olikai Clawheart bows gracefully, her long ears drooping.

To the vendors as they bow, you say, "Dearly friends, until next time."

You beam broadly at Olikai Clawheart.

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

You have emoted: Gurashi offers Duethielle Ladrennbenn a little wave, then one final wave to the trees, politely slinking towards the west. Lingering behind, Bizirik, the leothin snuffles gently, rubbing against the elfen's leg like a cat before slinking off after its lucidian companion.

<-- nyooms off!

Your melodic voice sings into Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine's mind, "My dear friend! Thank you for your company! I had a lovely times! I ... am falling asleeps!"

You are exhausted and open your mouth in an enormous yawn.

You lean against Bizirik, the leothin, eyes half-closing.