Tridemon thinks to himself: ... a secret, a glorious secret, a- ... ah, damn.

---> sitting in the beachy manse, when Tridemon pulls out a tiny painting he's been working on.

Tridemon ponders the small canvas in his hand, and starts applying blue and purple pigments to it with a very fine brush, with painstaking detail and extremely steady hands.

The sounds of waves entice your ears, drawing your senses on a salty journey.

You have emoted: Cheliyi watches the painting curiously, settling beside Tridemon in comfortable quiet.

Hushed voices drift across the nighttime skies, whispering softly of the return of Nocht, the Silent to mortal perception.

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters thinks to himself: ... a secret, a glorious secret, a- ... ah, damn.

The sounds of waves entice your ears, drawing your senses on a salty journey.

As the intoxicating fragrance of bromeliads perfumes the air, you sense that Li-varili, Lady of the Lagoons has returned to mortal perception.

Tridemon looks mildly annoyed at the whispers.

You stare blankly into space.
Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you say, "... that cannot be goods."

You glance askance.
You think to yourself: ... should you go? ... but He is probably there...

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk, "If you are anywhere near Her, please be careful."

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "... want to go back to Prime? Might hear something interesting."

Esei tells you, "Mm."

You purse your lips pensively, gazing off into the distance as you carefully gather your thoughts.
You begin to follow Tridemon.

Upon a wave of wind bitter as the salted seas, the striking voice of Li-varili, Lady of the Lagoons cries, "Well, well, a summons from the Silent Lord? How intriguing."

Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you say, "Can, or can decide to not."

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "I'm not going into any fulcruxes, but... ah, there it is."

The soft, hollow voice of Nocht, the Silent resounds within your mind as His words echo through the aether, "An invitation, dearest Li-varili... If You wish to accept."

You curl your nose up and grimace awfully.

Upon a wave of wind bitter as the salted seas, the striking voice of Li-varili, Lady of the Lagoons cries, "Dearest? Ha. We shall see. I'll entertain it."

You follow Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters east to the centre of Nautilus Pompilus at Voluta Diadema.
Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Best to be prepared in case any of the ones we care about end up getting involved."

You nod your head at Tridemon.

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters thinks to himself: ... still, a secret. ... Keep the secret or share it with the daughter. Hmm.

Soft mewlings betray a kitten crying for its mother somewhere nearby.
The Mantle of Starlight shimmers and twinkles as the starlit darkness that it is formed of continues its eternal motion.

You peer at Tridemon unscrupulously.

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters thinks to himself: You'll need to keep it until the appointed time, yes.

Squinting, you say, "... okays."

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters thinks to himself: Proposal gift.

You stare blankly into space.
Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you say, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAA."
You flail about helplessly.
Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you say, "REALLY??!"

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Yes, really."

You think to yourself: **an e x p l o s i o n of joy**.
You run up to Tridemon and envelop him in a massive bearhug.

You have emoted: Cheliyi starts giggling with delight, swaying back and forth as she hugs Tridemon with all of her might.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Remember, you really, really can't let them know until it's finished and-" He blinks at the sudden hug, returning it. "I'm hoping it goes well. I'm thinking we'll be in the nexus world for it."

Streaks of violet light snake across the morning sky, colouring it a deep purple.

Seriously, you say, "Will never spill its, I promise."
You have emoted: Cheliyi breaks into more joyous giggles.

Tridemon reaches over and ruffles your hair with a fond expression.

Suddenly, you ask, "Does that means my last name can bes Regalis?"
You look at Tridemon hopefully.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "And you'll be related to just as many people as I am. And more!"
Tridemon nods his head sagely.

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

Inexplicably, a cohesive bubble of water meanders by, small floating drips trailing after it.

You think to yourself: **joy and love and even if it isn't important, it'll be on -papers-**.
Tears fill your eyes and begin to slowly run down your face.
You cough softly.
You cough softly.
Sheepishly wiping away tears, you say, "Um, sorry, got so excited..."

Tridemon looks concerned, leaning in. "Are you okay? I know that your eyes are damaged... does crying hurt?"

You have emoted: Cheliyi blinks, surprised. "Mm? My eyes? Well, I mean..."

You think to yourself: ... is crying not supposed to hurt?

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "No. It's not supposed to hurt, dear."

You think to yourself: Oh.

Frowning slightly, you say, "I mean. Always did hurt, and has been that way for ages, so..."
Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you say, "Never um. Noticed. That is should be not that way?"

Tridemon shakes his head slightly. "Not physically, in any case."

You have emoted: Cheliyi winces. "Ah, well. Does ache and burn, usually."

Tridemon ponders you thoughtfully, looking you up and down.

You think to yourself: **every time, your eyes turn out to be worse than you think....**.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Well, that's a lot less delicate than the structure of your eyes. You should talk to the Empyreal about it the next time you pray or get summoned."

You fidget impatiently.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "It's likely some sort of damage to your tear ducts."

Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you say, "Well, She is -busy-."

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Indeed. But it IS a part of Her business, to know that you are in pain, even if it is not constant. Particularly since it is related to an issue you've already spoken to Her about."
Tridemon reaches over and ruffles your hair with a fond expression.

You have emoted: Cheliyi sighs. "... Guess can ask about it. But, do not want Her to like... feel pressured to rush Uncle Aschwars healing at alls, no. Can wait as long as they need to get betters."

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Mm. Well, it's definitely something to mention when She helps you with your eyes."

You nod your head at Tridemon.

Tridemon ponders you thoughtfully, looking you up and down.
Tridemon suddenly turns to you, and you watch as he reaches out and lightly boops you on the nose with a finger.

Inhaling sharply, you sneeze so hard that your frills puff out like balloons.
You stare blankly into space.
You peer at Tridemon unscrupulously.
The corners of your mouth turn up as you grin mischievously.

You have emoted: Cheliyi pokes Tridemon not on his nose, but rather, his forehead.
You nod your head sagely.
You have emoted: Cheliyi had to jump in order to make that happen.

Tridemon leans close to you and gently lays a kiss upon your forehead.
Tridemon nods his head sagely.

You giggle happily.

Tridemon shows you some of the details of the painting as he starts working on it again- it's set on the Lake of Dreams, for one thing, and features a familiar purple Lucidian and orange-feathered Trill.

The heavens alight with a rich purple glow as dusk begins to settle in, preparing the First World for the coming night.

You smile softly.
Seriously, you say, "They will adores it."

Tridemon nods his head sagely.