Goals and Tasty Lessons

<-- Hanging out in Glomdoring

(Veiled): Lenara says, "Good afternoon!"

(Veiled): Shulamit says, "Hi hi dear!"

(Veiled): Lenara says, "I wonder if there are enough Beloved about to talk about my dream and poke it? In accordance with recent posts and things?"

(Veiled): You say, "...ah - dreams...?"

(Veiled): Lenara says, "I have -such- a goal!"

(Veiled): Aschwar says, "I could listen very nicely!"

(Veiled): Lenara says, "Yay! Thank you! I will scoot right over!"

(Veiled): You say, "Ah - where should go to do... the thing? For listening?"

(Veiled): Aschwar says, "At the throne! That is where the Shofets always took us."

(Veiled): Lenara says, "Ooo! I've never been to a throne! It sounds pretty!"

(Veiled): You say, "Many apologies - will come there very soon, yes! Please do not wait for me, my leggies are slow."

(Veiled): Lenara (from the Realm of the Scarlet Courtesan) says, "I do not mind waiting for your slow leggies as long as the Sacrosanct do not! I am little, too!"

(Veiled): Aschwar says, "I do not mind waiting! The Shofets said we should all be together, as many as possible."

(Veiled): Shulamit (from the Realm of the Scarlet Courtesan) says, "Many people is better!"

You think to yourself: Oh dear - she thinks am still sileni... is going to be surprised...

A veil-wreathed Throne of the Infinite Aspect.
Throughout the location, small dancing flames flicker and spark. Walled by nothing more than sheer veils of ivory and crimson, this sanctum is perched on a precarious weaving of voidcopper beams above a fog-filled abyss. Statues of carved ivory rest on a periphery at the edge, smoothed faceless, yet garbed and carved all in different shapes. Veils of voidcopper-shot indigo cloth wrap about their eyeless visages: their hands are outstretched, each bearing a featureless bowl of saffron-stained alabaster. Above, a sheer canopy of gauzy, silvery silk, or smoke, ripples with the imprint of thousand copper-limned poppy petals amidst a whelter of black-eyed feathers. Focusing and reflecting the ambient light, a fantastically polished throne towers here. Reality ripples and shifts about a throne of voidcopper and dreamstuff. A painting of a bright red poppy has been framed in lengths of red-dyed bone, and hung upon a pillar. Filling the air about them with a gentle feeling of serenity, Aschwar lingers with a small smile. A fire elemental burns here, riotous red flames twisting in chaotic patterns. Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon waits here, skeins of resinous smoke curling languidly about her figure in flickering, coppery tongues of light and shadow. She wields a sticky spatula of Solstice peppermint in her left hand and a Liar lyre in her right hand.
You see a single exit leading north.

Huffing and puffing for air, you say, "Am here! Leggies went fastly!"

Bizirik, the leothin strikes a pose.

LOOK ASCHWAR
Radiant gold and inky black compete for prominence in the thick fur that covers this enormous tae'dae's body, the well-groomed hair shifting like fields of wheat and clouds through the night sky with each movement. Despite their thick limbs and eleven-and-a-half feet of height, an aura of well-being and contentment radiates off of their body, only enhanced by the gentle smile that is nearly always present on their muzzle. Glittering mis-matched eyes, one brown and one green, stare with a gentle warmth at the world around them, only inches below a pair of fuzzy ears with several notches missing from them. A brilliant red hieroglyph crackles in the centre of their forehead, flaring occasionally with small tendrils of red lightning. They are nicely dressed in a comfortable pair of deep grey trousers, held up by a burgundy belt of leather, and a three-layered tunic of bright red-violet cloth that fits them nearly perfectly. A hooded coat of striking vermillion hues hangs atop this, flower petals hand-sewn across its embroidery and circling the black star easily visible on their back. Light tan, a pair of strap boots are a stark contrast to their fur and have been decorated with little, hand-drawn moths.
Aschwar has an air of extreme strength.

LOOK ME
Looking somewhat diminished, they are a compound-eyed kephera wyrden demigod. Standing shy of two meters tall, their entire body is plated with a charcoal-black chitinous exoskeleton, housing a broad honey-hued thorax. At the very center of their chest is what looks to be a scar, or a stain of blue-violet, permanently marring their carapace. Two bulbous red eyes sit on either side of a wedge-shaped head, and a long, thin pair of antennae protrude from atop their skull, the left permanently sagging. Where their mouth would be sits a pair of marred, jagged mandibles. Dual sets of spiny black-and-orange arms are affixed to their torso, the top set of which are long and thewy while the second are spindly and pulled close to their chest. A long abdomen hangs down to their knees, is angled away from their back and ribbed in full muted bands of orange and black. Their legs are long and covered in thick orange plates with tiny black spines tracing down the back of their calves, ending in small segmented dual-toed feet. Set on either side of their lower back are two delicate orbs that rasp and click as they take deep, slow breaths. Two pairs of veiny, translucent wings looking far too small for their body size hang stiffly from their back. They walks with the truefavour of Orael the Anomaly. They walks with the truefavour of Ianir the Anomaly. Scarlet hieroglyphs dance along their cheekbones and swirl towards their temples, filling the area about their head with the clear indication of Mysrai, the Scarlet Courtesan's strongfavour.

LOOK SHULAMIT
She is a crystalline lucidian refined demigoddess and is tinted a soft, muted blue colour that appears to be only skin deep. Faint whorls and eddies can be seen within the blue hue, making it appear to have been painted on with precise strokes of a master hand. Criss-crossing lines of gold spiderweb across her body, filling in ancient cracks and scars. The artwork is apparent within the golden workings, having been placed with another's hands, as the gold continues on her back and in places far too difficult to reach alone. The gold glows faintly, hinting at inner power and warmth. Tarnished divine script runs along her throat, spelling out ancient and forgotten hymns to the Shofet. Thin trickles of soporific smoke trail from the sides of her mouth when she speaks, the resinous smoke seen coiled in her lungs through her faintly translucent skin. Her skin is smooth of the crystal spikes normally seen on lucidians, head smooth and rounded, golden lines gleaming magnificently. Her eyes are an ebon black colour, faint pin pricks of light seen deep within as though there are distant stars and galaxies within. A chaos butterfly is resting on her shoulder. Tattooed on her back is an illustration of the Shifting City. Scarlet hieroglyphs dance along her cheekbones and swirl towards her temples, filling the area about her head with the clear indication of Mysrai, the Scarlet Courtesan's truefavour.

LOOK LENARA
She is a ferocious loboshigaru demigoddess and stands only four feet tall. Short, plum-colored fur covers her body from head to toe, giving off a radiant sheen in the shifting light. Her ears sit like two small triangles atop her head, twitching this way and that to pick up passing sounds. Eyes the color of forest treetops glance about her surroundings, distracted by even the smallest movement. Her muzzle is long, ending in long pearly fangs that peek out only slightly over her bottom lip. Her legs and arms are both long and slender, showing just a hint of muscle. A long tail juts out behind her with rings of a softer violet hue circling their way down the length. She walks with the truefavour of Orael the Anomaly. Scarlet hieroglyphs dance along her cheekbones and swirl towards her temples, filling the area about her head with the clear indication of Mysrai, the Scarlet Courtesan's highfavour.

You eyes light up as you smile.

Bouncing bubbling shades of pink and yellow wrap around you as Shulamit giggles happily at you.

Lenara beams broadly.

You have emoted: Gurashi awkwardly waves both left hands, bowing politely at the waist. "Many...greetings. Am sorry to make wait."

Wriggling with excitement, Boopable Caliph Lenara Lunarose, Savage Murderpup of Freedom says, "Thank you all for coming to poke me!"

You gaze softens as you smile at Lenara.

Faintly buzzing, you ask Lenara, "Oh - am... supposed to poke?"

You stare at Lenara, eyes wide.

Her voice kind and melodic, Boopable Caliph Lenara Lunarose, Savage Murderpup of Freedom says, "With mind fingers!"

Aschwar laughs lightly and nods, before turning their head towards Shulamit. "Missus Friend Shulamit, I think you should sit for this one."

Lenara nods her head sagely.

You tilt your head curiously.

You have emoted: Gurashi offers a hurried wave towards Aschwar, then politely folds all four hands together, chittering excitedly. "Mind fingers..."

Shulamit blinks slowly before nodding.

Shulamit sits herself down on a prismatic throne of radiant reflections and makes herself comfortable.

Shulamit wiggles around on the throne, trying to look good and smart.

You look at Shulamit and offer an enthusiastic four thumbs-up.

You think to yourself: Looks great!

Shulamit looks over the room solemnly, nodding at Lenara.

[Alert]: There is a small mechanical issue with the Order, please continue engaging in small talk until you are given the go-ahead to proceed.

Lenara stands straight and turns her attention toward the throne, trying her best to hold still and look professional.

Shulamit hums a happy tune.

You blink.

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Oh dear..."

You have emoted: Gurashi pats themselves up and down, a look of horror crossing their face. "...I ... d...id not bring snacks."

You blanch suddenly.

Idly, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to Aschwar, "I'm trying to work on a lovely Vrima action origami, so she can speak outside the Shifting City."

Shulamit holds a motley wicker basket firmly in her hands as she gives it a good shake.
The lid keeping a motley wicker basket closed shifts slightly, revealing a short band of bright red to pull it open.
Shulamit opens a motley wicker basket.
Shulamit picks up 4 mint cup cakes menacing with spikes of sugar from a motley wicker basket.
Lenara gives a strawberry punch bowl cake to you.
Shulamit gives a mint cup cake menacing with spikes of sugar to Aschwar.
Shulamit gives a mint cup cake menacing with spikes of sugar to you.
Shulamit gives a mint cup cake menacing with spikes of sugar to Boopable Caliph Lenara Lunarose, Savage Murderpup of Freedom.

Lenara claps her hands together merrily.

Shulamit drops a mint cup cake menacing with spikes of sugar.

Two of their four arms waving while the others receive the desserts, you say, "Oh gosh!"

Lenara suddenly scoops up a mint cup cake menacing with spikes of sugar.

Shulamit nudges a cake towards Bizirik, the leothin.

Shulamit stops as Lenara scoops up the cake, nodding slowly.

You think to yourself: *sharp, painted waves of bright neon green embarrassment*.

Bizirik, the leothin gives a short gasp of elation.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to Bizirik, the leothin, "Should go eat Lenara's cup cake."

Bizirik, the leothin takes the cake in its jaws, wasting little time in devouring the confection whole.
Shulamit nods her head sagely.

Bizirik, the leothin stares implacably at Shulamit.

Bizirik, the leothin stares implacably at Lenara.

"Eep!", Lenara screams in fright.

Bizirik, the leothin begins to creep towards Lenara, eyes wide and hungry.

Flatly, you say, "Bizi no."

After opening its mouth uncomfortably wide, Bizirik closes its jaws daintily around a mint cup cake menacing with spikes of sugar and turns, slinking off into the shadows as quickly as it appeared.
Bizirik slinks into the room, thrumming audibly as it circles you. With a pleased snort, it settles down before you to deliver a mint cup cake menacing with spikes of sugar into your hands.
Bizirik, the leothin obediently falls into line behind you.

Lenara hides behind her shield.

Her voice kind and melodic, Boopable Caliph Lenara Lunarose, Savage Murderpup of Freedom says, "I'm so sorry! I would -never- deprive anyone of cake."

Bizirik, the leothin snorts huffily at Gurashi... then GASPS as instinct takes over the desire to eat. As soon as it passes off the cup cake to Gurashi it snatches it back and slinks off to eat.

You flail about helplessly.

[Alert]: The issue has been resolved. You may proceed.

Her voice kind and melodic, Boopable Caliph Lenara Lunarose, Savage Murderpup of Freedom says, "Mmh. Cake does such things. Hard to resist."

Lenara nods her head at herself.

Acknowledging Lenara's point to be true, Shulamit nods her head gravely at her.

Chittering, you say, "Ah - please do not let her bully you out of... your snacks..."

Shulamit clears her throat, nodding at Bizirik, the leothin solemnly before turning towards Lenara. "So! You have a reasonable, achieveable, goaly thingy!"

You narrow your eyes at Bizirik, the leothin, canting your head and peering at her suspiciously.

Bizirik, the leothin strikes a pose.

Aschwar smiles happily as they look towards Shulamit seated on the throne, taking a seat on the ground next to her - and somehow still coming up to the same height as her despite that. "I am very ready, I think!"

Bizirik's head begins to droop. It opens its great maw and curls back its lips to allow its forked tongue to unfurl as it yawns before snapping its mouth shut.

You have emoted: Gurashi perks up, chittering softly as they turn their attention from Shulamit to Aschwar to Lenara, mandibles clicking against their face.

Aschwar blinks.

Lenara nods vigorously as she flips open her journal and rifles through pages, finally landing on one labeled To-Do. "I do. I have lots. The first is to be successful in this meeting, but that is not unique I don't think. So I have made more. A long term one and a short term one."

Aschwar's eyes slowly turn towards you and a wide smile grows on their face as they peek around the throne to get a closer look before ducking back and wiggling slightly in place.

Lenara runs her finger down her list, reads the words over to herself in her mind and then looks up confidently.

Thoughtfully, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Let us hear the short term, I think!"

You face lights up as you smile brightly at Lenara.

Her voice kind and melodic, Boopable Caliph Lenara Lunarose, Savage Murderpup of Freedom says, "I am going to write a play!"

You tilt your head and listen intently to Lenara.

You chitter at Lenara with energetic clicks of your mandibles.

Her voice kind and melodic, Boopable Caliph Lenara Lunarose, Savage Murderpup of Freedom says, "By the end of the year I will write and record a play on the Gaudiguch stage that impresses..."

Her voice kind and melodic, Boopable Caliph Lenara Lunarose, Savage Murderpup of Freedom says, "At least three quarters of the Beloved."

Lenara beams broadly.

Aschwar raises an arm, paw stretching towards the sky.

Shulamit ponders the situation.

You let out a loud, happy gasp as you turn to focus on Lenara.

Lenara tilts her head and listens intently to Aschwar.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to Lenara, "Of all the Beloved, or just those able to attend? It's an important distinction!"

You tilt your head and listen intently to Aschwar.

Aschwar says, "How much is a quarter?"

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "One fourth of! Oh!"

You face lights up as you smile brightly at Aschwar.

Her voice kind and melodic, Boopable Caliph Lenara Lunarose, Savage Murderpup of Freedom says, "One out of four."

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

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Wait no."

"Because there are..." Aschwar closes their eyes for a moment and you feel a pulse strike through your chest. "One hundred and twenty eights of the Beloveds all together."

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Three of us would have to be, for three quarters."

Her voice kind and melodic, Boopable Caliph Lenara Lunarose, Savage Murderpup of Freedom says to Shulamit, "And I would say of all of the Beloved who are able to watch it."

Lenara giggles happily.

You have emoted: Gurashi's smaller right hand rises quickly to their chest, mandibles clicking twice.

Her voice kind and melodic, Boopable Caliph Lenara Lunarose, Savage Murderpup of Freedom says, "Yes. Sorry. One of us would be one quarter. They could not like it as much. Three of us would have to be impressed."

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to you, "Yes yes? Question?"

Shulamit nods her head sagely at Lenara.

Lenara coughs softly.

Aschwar sits and listens carefully upon hearing this, tilting their head to the side.

(The Shadow Kindred): Cheliyi (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Cnsodinfsdn but it'd be f u n n y."

You blink.

Lenara tilts her head and listens intently to you.

You carapace turns a bright shade of red as you blush.

Faintly buzzing, you say, "O-Oh! N-no, no questions."

Faintly buzzing, you say, "W-was doing maths too! Am..."

Comprehension flashes across Shulamit's face.

You have emoted: Gurashi's head hangs. "Not so good at maths."

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Math can be hard."

Her voice kind and melodic, Boopable Caliph Lenara Lunarose, Savage Murderpup of Freedom says, "It's -so hard-."

Her voice kind and melodic, Boopable Caliph Lenara Lunarose, Savage Murderpup of Freedom says, "There are only so many fingers on each paw."

You think to yourself: *colorful numbers drift by - a pie, missing some of it. and then more pie missing. suddenly, hungry... *.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks down at all four of their hands, wriggling their fingers curiously.

Lenara giggles happily.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "But, from my understanding, Lenara will put on a play before the end of this year, and out of the Beloved who attend the premiere, hopefully three-quarters are impressed."

Shulamit tilts her head and listens intently to Lenara.

Aschwar gives a mint cup cake menacing with spikes of sugar to Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon.

You gaze softens as you smile at Lenara.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Oh, cake!"

Her voice kind and melodic, Boopable Caliph Lenara Lunarose, Savage Murderpup of Freedom says, "Yes. That is a great summary!"

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

Shulamit ponders the situation.

Their voice tender as they simply ask, Aschwar says, "Why?"

Shulamit nods at Aschwar as she listens to Lenara.

Nervously, Boopable Caliph Lenara Lunarose, Savage Murderpup of Freedom says, "Because it has been something I have struggled with. I have read scroll after scroll and have struggled with the understanding of how to do such a thing."

You gaze at Aschwar appraisingly, antennae twitching in his direction as you turn your attention to him.

Her voice kind and melodic, Boopable Caliph Lenara Lunarose, Savage Murderpup of Freedom says, "And I have been nervous to speak to others and ask them to act with me."

Gesturing with a gentle wave of their paws, Aschwar says, "You have told me you have lots of goals, and you are very energies, and like to do things! I do not know what your dream is, though."

Her voice kind and melodic, Boopable Caliph Lenara Lunarose, Savage Murderpup of Freedom says, "So, I think if I'm going to prove I'm ready to change my paradigm I have to.. well.. change my paradigm."

You think to yourself: *continued swirls of color* ... this is an honorable goal, yes ...

Her voice kind and melodic, Boopable Caliph Lenara Lunarose, Savage Murderpup of Freedom says, "To make me more confident."

You think to yourself: Confidence is good, yes....

Shulamit ponders the situation.

Eerie, distant chanting eddies through the halls of the temple, a solemn girl's voice rising and falling in the odd glottals and stops of some long-dead tongue.

Lenara swivels her ears about, trying to focus on some errant sound.

Slowly, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "A play can be hard! Is it enough time, especially since you are also the leader of the Revellers?"

You think to yourself: ... a goal to improve oneself ... a dream to be had ....

Aschwar seems to consider this for several long minutes, closing their eyes and raising a paw to tap a few claws against their chin.

Her voice kind and melodic, Boopable Caliph Lenara Lunarose, Savage Murderpup of Freedom says, "I believe so, yes. I have the vision in my mind.. I think that's the hardest part?"

Her voice kind and melodic, Boopable Caliph Lenara Lunarose, Savage Murderpup of Freedom says, "Other than working the curtains."

Shulamit ponders the situation.

You have emoted: Gurashi's mandibles click again.

After several long minutes of consideration, Aschwar says, "How will you know, if you do it?"

You face lights up as you smile brightly at Lenara.

Aschwar says, "It is mine and Missus Friend Shulamit's job to judge you, but you cannot come to us until you think you've done it. So how will you know that you think you've done it?"

Lenara starts to open her mouth to speak but stops abruptly as she thinks through the question further.

Confused, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Wait, I thought we were here to judge if the dream was a good one, then she went to do it."

Shulamit slinks down in the throne, looking baffled for a second.

Aschwar exclaims to Shulamit, "Yes! But the next step is when she has finished!"

Her voice kind and melodic, Boopable Caliph Lenara Lunarose, Savage Murderpup of Freedom says, "I will speak to the Beloved who see it. I will watch their faces and listen as they witness it. You can see love in the eyes sometimes? But yes.. I will also speak to them."

Aschwar says, "It is important to think about the steps you still have to take, when you are planning where to start stepping."

Her voice kind and melodic, Boopable Caliph Lenara Lunarose, Savage Murderpup of Freedom says, "And to those who aren't yet Beloved but may be some day."

Comprehension flashes across Shulamit's face.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "I misheard. My brain sometimes."

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Could give out report cards for grading! Might be...odd."

Shulamit nods her head sagely.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks confused, though they do not drop their smile as they look between each person speaking. Their wings snap open and shut just once among the discussion.

Aschwar says, "Friend Gurashi. What do you think? Is this a good goal for her to take?"

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Right, it is important to also be able to say "I have completed it" and know when that is."

Aschwar says, "We're all supposed to talk about this, after all, and test her Will against our own."

You think to yourself: *numbers continue to drift by - colors, plays? curtains, goals...* Oh--.

Acknowledging Aschwar's point to be true, Shulamit nods her head gravely at him.

You have emoted: Gurashi perks up as soon as they hear their name, antennae standing up straight. "For Miss Lenara ... to write a play, and have a play, and then have Beloveds come to and watch the play? So can help... become more confident?" They repeat back, squinting.

You glance askance at Lenara.

Shulamit tilts her head towards you slowly, listening.

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

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Because ... confidence is good thing to be having, yes." A chirr. "Self-confidence helps build confidence in others."

As she nods slowly in your direction, you realize Shulamit understands.

Voice cracking lightly, you say, "Ssssssoooooooooooo y...es. I do not see it as a bad goal, no. Plays are -hard-."

You sway anxiously in your spot.

Shulamit smiles brightly at you, bathing you in soothing ivory light.

Faintly buzzing, you mutter, "Much work...."

Lenara wriggles excitedly before realizing it and tries to regain her composure.

You think to yourself: Ah - is excited.

You think to yourself: *a wash of pastels - happy to see such joy*.

You face lights up as you smile brightly at Lenara.

Lenara beams broadly.

Aschwar nods their head slowly and turn towards Shulamit. "I do not have any more questions, Missus Friend Beacon Shulamit."

You have emoted: Gurashi quickly looks back at Aschwar, their antennae dipping slightly. "Is my thinkings."

Tapping a finger against her face, causing both to glow gently, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "I think it is a good goal as well. I am worried about it being very short in time, but! We will see when it happens, yes yes."

Shulamit shifts on the throne, looking over at Aschwar before down at Lenara.

Her voice kind and melodic, Boopable Caliph Lenara Lunarose, Savage Murderpup of Freedom says, "I will be very mindful of the time."

Lenara nods her head at herself.

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

Leaning down a bit, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to Lenara, "Then. I wish you the strength to see it through, and that sloth does not consume you before then."

Lenara squeals in excitement.

Her voice kind and melodic, Boopable Caliph Lenara Lunarose, Savage Murderpup of Freedom says, "Thank you!"

You think to yourself: *pondering goals - goals - have... an idea*.

Shulamit gently touches Lenara on the head, casting her with soft ivory light.

You have emoted: Gurashi gazes off thoughtfully, then quickly looks at Lenara, smiling.

Seriously, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to Lenara, "And now, the part, of doing!"

Shulamit nods her head sagely.

Aschwar says, "It is hard to be confident. Be sure that you do not think that you are being brave when you are being silly, and do not be afraid of things not working."

Acknowledging Aschwar's point to be true, Shulamit nods her head gravely at him.

Lenara nods her head at Aschwar.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Sometimes we fail, and that is okay, as long as we learn."

Her voice kind and melodic, Boopable Caliph Lenara Lunarose, Savage Murderpup of Freedom says to Aschwar, "I hope you will be able to attend once it's done!"

The air warming with their words, Aschwar says, "When you are Beloved, you can do whatever you like. So long as it is done in Love."

Quietly, you say, "Learn from - get better next time around .. yes ..."

Lenara beams broadly.

Aschwar exclaims, "That means trying, and failing, and everything else, too!"

You have emoted: Gurashi looks at Aschwar suddenly, antennae rising, then falling.

You nod your head emphatically.

Her voice kind and melodic, Boopable Caliph Lenara Lunarose, Savage Murderpup of Freedom says, "Yes. I failed earlier this month! In a timequake! It was -so good-."

Shulamit nods her head enthusiastically at Aschwar.

Her voice kind and melodic, Boopable Caliph Lenara Lunarose, Savage Murderpup of Freedom says, "But... that was earlier. This is now. And yay plays!"

Lenara bounces from foot to foot excitedly.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "And now plays! Beware of stagehands. They're sneaky."

Shulamit nods her head sagely.

Lenara nods her head emphatically.

Her voice kind and melodic, Boopable Caliph Lenara Lunarose, Savage Murderpup of Freedom says, "Thank you all again for coming to speak with me!"

You have emoted: Gurashi mutters again to themselves quietly about stages and goals, resting a hand thoughtfully over their right mandible.

Suddenly, you say, "So goals before -paths-."

Her voice kind and melodic, Boopable Caliph Lenara Lunarose, Savage Murderpup of Freedom says, "Next time, I will have such a big dream to discuss!"

Her voice kind and melodic, Boopable Caliph Lenara Lunarose, Savage Murderpup of Freedom says, "But small dream first!"

Shulamit smiles gently at Lenara. "Of course! And we await your goals to see fruition."

You face lights up as you smile brightly at Lenara.

Aschwar nods their head and slowly clambers to their feet. "Yes! You gotta make sure that you are you before you worry about who you will be."

Shulamit turns towards you, nodding slowly.

Lenara beams broadly.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "And also all paths require one to do and act, so sloth must be conquered first!"

Counting on their smaller left hand, you say, "And goal should... help make better in some way. Or do gooder by others?"

You flail about helplessly.

Her voice kind and melodic, Boopable Caliph Lenara Lunarose, Savage Murderpup of Freedom says, "I should go get started, if you don't need me here?"

Aschwar says to you, "It should be whatever it is that you like."

You think to yourself: * what does sloth look like? ...envisioning a platypus-looking something or other, and very gently coaxing it further down the river*.

You think to yourself: Continue on, sloth.

With a gentle smile, Aschwar says, "No one can tell you what it is that you should dream, or what you would like."

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

Aschwar beams broadly at Lenara.

Aschwar exclaims to Lenara, "Have fun!"

Faintly buzzing, you say to Lenara, "Ehm... do not have questions or needs for, no - but hope enjoy self, yes."

Thoughtfully, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "It could be something you wished to become better at, or something you enjoy doing and wish to share with others, or many!"

With a slow nod to Lenara, Shulamit shows her understanding.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to Lenara, "Be well dear!"

Shulamit leans close to Lenara and gently lays a kiss upon her forehead.

Wringing their hands together, you say, "When Friend Shulamit mentioned designing things, as a goal... mean, seems natural." Their hands wring together more. "But is that too easy?"

Lenara hugs Shulamit compassionately.

Her voice kind and melodic, Boopable Caliph Lenara Lunarose, Savage Murderpup of Freedom says, "Designing is -hard-."

Shulamit hugs Lenara compassionately, warm shades of pearl bouncing around the room.

Aschwar slowly sits back down and then pats the ground close to them, beckoning towards you. "Come on. We can talk. Because you can talk! And we'll figure it out."

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Designing can be easy! But just because it can be, doesn't mean it always is. A dance can be easy, for the one that has done it much, but a new dance can still vex them."

You have emoted: Gurashi lets out a short, whistling huff. Then, they stand up taller, canting their head to the side. "Ah! Oh - yes..."

You have emoted: Gurashi shuffles over to Aschwar, eventually coming to rest on their knees, mandibles clicking excitedly against their face. They suddenly look at the tae'dae and smile wide, antennae bobbing. "Is good to .. say 'hello' to again, yes."

Aschwar beams broadly at you.

As a miniature sailboat enters the room, its tiny captain's pipesmoke immediately begins to noticeably accumulate.
The tiny captain raises its hand in greeting to Shulamit and says "Hello!"
The tiny captain exclaims, "Ahoy there, Shulamit! I was sent with a message for ye!"
The tiny captain exclaims to Shulamit, "Ahoy-hoy!"
Waving goodbye to Shulamit, the tiny captain exclaims, "Wind be at your back!"
A miniature sailboat bobs up and down for a moment as if on some unseen ocean as the tiny captain turns about. Its sails unfurl and it is soon out of sight, a trail of pipesmoke behind it.

Very cheerfully, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Oh yes! It's quite good a..."

You stare blankly into space.

Shulamit blinks very slowly, utterly baffled by what just happened.

Lenara giggles happily.

Shulamit opens her mouth as if to say something, but pauses.

Faintly buzzing, you say, "...I could not see who was culprit."

As they lay their paws in their lap, Aschwar says, "When you came and joined us, you said your dream. It was to help people, and do good, and be a good person! Is that still your dream?"

Aghast, you say to Shulamit, "Am sorry - was fastly captain."

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "I...a very fast captain."

Shulamit shakes her head very slowly as though trying to clear it of cobwebs. "R...right. Dreams!"

You have emoted: Gurashi looks at Aschwar again suddenly. "Oh! I - yes." They fold both primary hands over their chest, their smaller pair clasped together, as if in prayer. "...yes. Want to be a good person. Want to live up to name."

Aschwar nods their head once, simply, and ask, "How?"

Aloud, you ask, "'The Basin's Friend' is what Miss Aleyah called me. Gave name to. Prefixeded?"

You think to yourself: * prefixes? *.

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

You think to yourself: *prefixers...fesixes... distracting shades of deep indigo*.

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Ah...!"

Aschwar tilts his head curiously at you.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks at Aschwar again, bunching their shoulders, mandibles clicking. "How ...do want to be a good persons...?"

Shulamit tilts her head and listens intently to you.

Slowly, coloured ivory, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "It's a very vague thing, isn't it?"

Lenara smiles softly.

Nodding their head, Aschwar exclaims to Shulamit, "It is a dream the Shofets said to be careful of, one that should be...uh...flower trimmed. To help people find easy times!"

Aschwar says to you, "That does not mean it is a bad dream, it mean you have to do lots more work to meet it."

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Ahhhh..."

With a small smile, Aschwar says, "So, think of some easy, and simple things that you can do! What goal could you make that you could work towards, to see you are being a good person and helping people?"

You have emoted: Gurashi bobs their head to the side. "...mean, being good persons is objective, probably. To different peoples... in different places. But." Their mandibles twitch. "Some things are same across borders?"

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

Faintly buzzing, you say, "...am liking to make gifts for peoples. Things that can eat." They look up at Shulamit suddenly. "Like smiling tarts! Peoples usually like that."

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "Is it objective and not subjective? I know Hallifax has different ideas of what makes someone "Good"."

You nod your head sagely.

Aschwar shrugs casually, giving a nebulous 'I don't know' sound in their throat before continuing, "If it is not being bad and mean, then it is being good. Isn't it?"

You have emoted: Gurashi sinks a little in their spot, bunching their shoulders again. "Yeah, that is how feel too."

Glowing pink, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "I think so! Maybe! Yes!"

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Want to be kind of persons that anybody can come to, yes. With problems or fears, or things that are excited about."

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Think if you are not a good persons, then peoples would not want to come to you with those things..."

Lenara meekly raises her hand.

You tilt your head and listen intently to Lenara.

Faintly buzzing, you say to Lenara, "Are having better ideas? Please. My brains are ..."

You stare blankly at Lenara.

You think to yourself: *there's that platypus again*.

You shake your head.

Her voice kind and melodic, Boopable Caliph Lenara Lunarose, Savage Murderpup of Freedom says, "Maybe being good person is about doing the things that make other people feel good? So, that might be... thing A.. for someone from Hallifax but... thing B... for someone from Gaudiguch? Some people like cake and some people like pie. So if you give pie to a cake person that may not be good.. or as good."

Lenara wrinkles her nose and sniffs.

Her voice kind and melodic, Boopable Caliph Lenara Lunarose, Savage Murderpup of Freedom says, "Not as... uniform?"

Perking up, you say to Lenara, "Oh, yes."

Her voice kind and melodic, Boopable Caliph Lenara Lunarose, Savage Murderpup of Freedom says, "Consider what they Love and not what you -think- they Love."

Lenara giggles happily.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says, "But there are probably some basic things that are always good! Gifts are good! But maybe different gifts for people."

Faintly buzzing, you say to Lenara, "Are supposed to learn about a persons before give them a foods made for them, probably."

Shulamit nods her head sagely at you.

Lenara beams broadly.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to you, "Like that!"

Aschwar giggles happily.

Shulamit looks off into distance, looking distracted. "I'm sorry lovely Beloved. I must rest for a bit."

Shulamit gets up off a prismatic throne of radiant reflections.

Perking up, you say to Lenara, "Know many personal favorites of peoples... for foods, at least. Like Miss Yinuish wanted fruits, so for her wedding, made her cake entirely of fruits." They tilt their head. "...something like this? Is O-K example?"

Shulamit stretches languidly.

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Ah!"

Aschwar nods his head at Shulamit.

Smiling, you say to Shulamit, "O-K!"

Aschwar says to Shulamit, "Thank you for helping, Missus Friend Shulamit."

You chirp happily at Shulamit.

You nod your head at Shulamit.

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

Faintly buzzing, you say to Shulamit, "Be well, yes. Safe and good."

Her voice kind and melodic, Boopable Caliph Lenara Lunarose, Savage Murderpup of Freedom says, "Thank you mum. You sit well on the throne."

Lenara beams broadly.

Shulamit stretches very tall, now quite short next to the throne.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to Lenara, "Be well dear. Good luck with your play."

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to you, "Be well. Always here."

Shulamit hugs you compassionately, glowing warm shades of pearl.

You reach out, wrapping all four arms around Shulamit as you pull her into a tight hug.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to Aschwar, "And be well dear. Don't work too hard! Thingies! Air kisses!"

Aschwar runs up to Shulamit and envelops her in a massive bearhug.

You gaze softens as you smile.

Shulamit kisses the air near Aschwar before squeaking, hugging Aschwar and you at the same time.

Shulamit grows still and her lips begin to move silently.

Shulamit is enveloped in translucent fire for a moment and is gone, her soul safe until she returns to Lusternia.

You have emoted: Gurashi wrings their hands together as they pull back, looking between Lenara and Aschwar, chittering softly to themselves.

Apologetically, you say, "Ehm - sorry ... brains got boggled again."

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Was trying to think of goal to help meet dreams."

You stare blankly into space.

Her voice kind and melodic, Boopable Caliph Lenara Lunarose, Savage Murderpup of Freedom says, "I need to step out as well."

You twitch your mandibles as you voice a soft, curious chirr.

You nod your head at Lenara.

You face lights up as you smile brightly at Lenara.

Faintly buzzing, you say to Lenara, "Ah - are having much work to do, yes."

Her voice kind and melodic, Boopable Caliph Lenara Lunarose, Savage Murderpup of Freedom says to you, "Good luck with dreams. If I can ever help, I will!"

Faintly buzzing, you ask Lenara, "I do not think I am allowed in Gaudiguchs but if you get hungry or thirsty please reach out, yes?"

Aschwar nods their head towards Lenara, and they say, "Do not worry! I am sure we will all come up with some good things, so you worry on your play!"

Her voice kind and melodic, Boopable Caliph Lenara Lunarose, Savage Murderpup of Freedom says to Aschwar, "Thank you again for coming to speak to me!"

Mandibles clicking, you say to Lenara, "Same to other actors yes, yes."

Lenara nods her head at you.

Lenara gives the world a smart salute.

You give the world a smart salute.

You twitch your mandibles as you voice a soft, curious chirr.

Bizirik, the leothin looks exhausted and opens her mouth in an enormous yawn.

Aschwar laughs a rumbling, airy laugh, and then asks, "Wanna go back to the villa? I have some fishies that can share with Bizi, and some chestnuts that can share with you!"

You have emoted: Gurashi looks back at Aschwar sheepishly, smiling again. "Ah! Came to help Miss Lenara, but now, is gone. Do... not want to take up much of times. Got confused."

You eyes light up as you smile.

Bizirik, the leothin gasps, lifting its head from the ground.

Bizirik, the leothin looks at Gurashi and rises, staring the kephera down until they at last nod.

Aschwar beams broadly.

You have emoted: Gurashi lets out a short, buzzing laugh. "Yes yes. That sounds nice, yes."

Bizirik, the leothin chirps happily at Aschwar.

Aschwar exclaims, "We will have to hurry! That way I can finish making the cooks!"

Aschwar blinks.

Aschwar says, "Wait, no that is wrong."

Aschwar says, "So that way I can...finishing..."

Aschwar scowls miserably.

Aschwar says, "So Bizi can have fishes."

Aschwar nods his head enthusiastically.

You giggle happily.

The world seems a little less pleasant as an enormous tae'dae with black and gold fur departs to the ether.

You think to yourself: O-K, how do get the heckity out of here.

<-- I got LOST lol

You stare blankly into space.

Faintly buzzing, you say, ".......Friend Aschwaaaaaaaaaaar."

You think to yourself: Well there is the library.

You think to yourself: Thought the doors were around here...

You think to yourself: Heckity.

You find yourself unable to enter a whirling painting of indigo hues.

You snap your fingers.

You think to yourself: Seems like a thing that can do.

(Veiled): You say, "U-uhm."

(Veiled): You say, "Am embarrassed to admit do not know ...."

(Veiled): Aschwar says, "Oh. Did...you get stuck again?"

(Veiled): You say, "Way around this temple very well, yet."

(Veiled): You say, "There are smokey things to smoke from. Many... lovely paintings."

You feel a momentary feeling of weightlessness, like falling from a grand cliff towards a distant body of water as golden sand begins to whip up about you in a familiar vortex.
The villa's cozy living hall.
Mahogany wood panels the walls of this living space, wide windows overlooking the surrounding grounds where distant flowering orchards, enormous monoliths and palm-bordered oases can be viewed. In one corner of the hall resides a simple kitchen furnished with a clay range and oven in addition to intricately-carved floor cabinets and ceramic-bearing hutches depicting various fruit-bearing trees. Another corner of the hall features an easel displaying a half-finished painting, a nearby bench sporting a myriad of brushes and open jars of paint that threaten to spill upon the already-stained mats underfoot. A work table surrounded by large stools occupies another corner, though this space seems to be dedicated to wood carving if one is to judge by the assortment of chisels, knives and wood chips scattered around it. The final corner of the hall is closed off, a glimpse of a latrine visible through the open entryway. A wide, wooden spiral staircase with golden railings occupies the centre of the hall, leading to the atrium below while continuing upwards to meet a vast hatch concealing a higher room from view. A thick layer of ooze is stretched across a vast majority of the floor, sprayed low along the walls and counters. Resting on a nearby counter, a jar of honeyed chestnuts is nearly a quarter empty. Twisting skeins of dreameater silk slowly about its tubular body, a lethargic, many-spined moth caterpillar spins here. Putzing about the kitchen, Aschwar is a veritable blur of motion here.
You see exits leading north, up, and down.
You are transported by the power of the Divine.

You flail about helplessly.

Faintly buzzing, you exclaim, "Oowahh!"

Bizirik, the leothin strikes a pose.

Bizirik, the leothin begins to follow closely behind you.

Covering their face, you say, "Am sorry - have been practicing but am no good around there yet."

Aschwar laughs as they close the oven's door, beaming down at the two of you as you enter. "I am sorry! Sometimes I forget other people don't have the mark."

Peeking between their fingers, you say, "Mark...?"

Aschwar reaches up and pokes at the glyph resting on their forehead. "See? It makes it so I don't have to remember any special words or shortcuts."

You blink.

You have emoted: Gurashi reaches up to touch their own forehead, opting instead to run their fingers along the side of their face, feeling the glyphs left by the Courtesan. "Ah... that is fancy. Have magics like that, in the Glomdoring?" They perk up. "I can make many eyeballs come to look at things with me, and then am knowing the right way to go."

Smiling, you say to Aschwar, "Magics are -amazing-."

You shake your head.

Aschwar nods their head in solemn agreement, pulling the jar from the counter and bringing it over to you. "Here! Is a gift from Mister Binky and gifts are best when shared."

You think to yourself: *swirling colors - happy - happy to be here - silvery anticipation, lingering apprehension*.

You eyes light up as you smile.

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Oh! Many thank yous!"

Made of clear glass, this jar is easily a foot across and a foot tall, round and bulbous like a crystal ball. Its mouth is only slightly smaller than its girth, held shut with a clever contraption of silver wire that has been braided carefully. Rising in relief from the glass are images of Mother Moon in all her phases as well as deer of every kind in mid leap, all chasing on another around the jar's circumference. Interspersed among the two Spirits, bumblebees buzz lazily, stripes of yellow and black painted upon the transparent glass. Lovely amber chestnuts have been crammed to the brim within, glazed with brown, syrupy honey. And close up, a faint, earthy-sweet fragrance rises from the jar's mouth, hinting at the delectable treat contained.
It weighs about 12 pounds.
It has the following aliases: jar.

With a gentle gasp, you ask, "Oh - saw ... that gave to you at the play, yes." They timidly hold out their smaller right hand. "Are tasty?"

Aschwar nods and opens the jar before carefully emptying two of the nuts out into their paw and extending it towards you. "Oh, yes! They like to get stuck in my teeths, though, because they're all so sharp. But VERY tasty."

You have emoted: Gurashi carefully takes one of the two chestnuts, their wings partially opening and snapping shut once more. "Ahhh... many thank yous!" They turn it over in their hands, canting their head before popping it into their mouth and biting down, their beak making an audible CRUNCH.

You think to yourself: *ohloud*.

You have emoted: Gurashi covers their beak with a hand, quickly turning red. "Omphgosh."

Aschwar lets out another airy, rumbling laugh before replacing the jar and crunching on the remaining chestnut as well; the sound of their fangs crashing against its shell just as loud as your beak's. "Yes! It is vehhy louhd."

You chitter at Aschwar with energetic clicks of your mandibles.

Shaped like a little chicken, a nearby doll continues to tick as it slowly turns in place on the countertop.

Bizirik, the leothin looks between both Aschwar and Gurashi, then quickly looks at the counter, their tail sweeping back and forth with interest.

With a bright smile, Aschwar says, "Oh, good, it should not be very long Bizi! I hope you like big fishies, I did not know where to find the pink ones."

You have emoted: Gurashi crunches quietly for a time, their hands politely shielding their mouth until they are done. "Ohmph - yes - she will love, am sure."

Bizirik, the leothin scents the air, tail still sweeping back and forth.

Aschwar gently gestures towards the oven, which radiates heat and the scent of roasting fish, a dark mass visible within. "You will have to wait once it's out for it to cool, though! Otherwise, you will burn your tongue! And mouth!"

Aschwar ponders the situation.

Aschwar exclaims, "Maybe even your tummy!"

Bizirik, the leothin gives a horrified gasp.

Bizirik, the leothin flops down onto the ground.

With an amused chitter, you say, "Ehm - she is still...learning patience."

Narrowing their eyes, you say, "Made mistake of spoiling, yes."

Bizirik, the leothin strikes a pose.

Aschwar laughs and looks about in their kitchen, scratching their head. "Well, I don't...have much else that you might like. I don't eat lots of fishes or animals, so maybe you can...oh!"

Clearly not upset in the slightest, you say to Bizirik, the leothin, "Oh, my yes. Are very spoiled. Be sure to thank Friend Aschwar, yes?" The leothin snorts in response. "Please?"

Bizirik, the leothin nods her head sagely.

Turning to the tae'dae, you say to Aschwar, "She will eat you out of villa if you let her - has tummy as big as one of Soulless, but much more good than One of Them."

Bizirik, the leothin looks proud of this declaration, craning its neck to again observe the oven and whatever is deliciously rotating inside.

Aschwar turns and begins digging through a counter before lifting an enormous chunk of stone that nearly appears to be an hourglass in shape. Carefully they pull it out and place it on the foor, and point out chunks where pieces have been chiselled away. "It is big block of hard hard diamond sugar, that gets very very salty if you let sit in your mouth too long. The Shofets and I found it when we were walking through a big desert." They step back and gesture for Bizi to inspect, saying, "It might hurt to bite, but you can lick as much as you like and it will be very tasty."

Ticktickticktickticktick. The chicken continues to turn, slowly counting away the seconds before the dish is done.

You blink.

As they reach down at gently rub a paw along the leothin's back, Aschwar says, "She is just very hungry! It must be because she is very pretty, and that takes lots of food."

You have emoted: Gurashi looks at the block, clearly surprised. Bizirik, however, gasps, then approaches the counter. It rises up to its hind legs, resting its forepaws on the counter curiously. The leothin sniffs at the block, nosing it a bit before it begins to lick. Their forked tongue slips back into its mouth, and it looks confused... then licks it again. And again. Horrible, short, gross slorping noises.

You have emoted: Gurashi says nothing, watching Bizirik lick the block with an unreadable expression on their face.

You twitch your mandibles as you voice a soft, curious chirr.

You gaze softens as you smile at Aschwar.

Softly, you say, "Ah - yes - probably...!"

Ticktickticktickticktick. The chicken continues to turn, slowly counting away the seconds before the dish is done.

As they let Bizi continue their treat, Aschwar says, "So, how have you been? Are you having fun with your voice again? Have you gotten to talk to all your friends?"

You have emoted: Gurashi shifts their stance slightly, politely folding their hands before themselves as they watch Aschwar speak, smiling warmly. "Have ... is nice. Talking again, yes. Was ...telling Friend Shulamit how good is to say -hi-." They let out a short, buzzing laugh. "To say 'how are' or to say 'hi love you be well'. Some peoples do not have patience to read words. Or." Their carapace flushes. "Are ABLE to read words. Know? So. Good. Better, yes."

Sheepishly, you say to Aschwar, "Am sorry was hassle. And hope did not worry, no. Big brains things are hard." They trail off, staring at the tae'dae. "How ...are YOUR big brains...things... going?"

Aschwar laughs and nods their head. "It makes me very happy, that we do not have to have one way talks, and you can tell jokes and sing songs, and..." They pause and give a gentle shrug, "I am doing very important lessons and trainings with the Shofets but it is...hard, doing training without my brain being fixed. I am not sure if I am doing it right. Missus Friend Lief said she would try and help me find a healer, like the one we saw in the play! I hope she does."

You have emoted: Gurashi smiles, their left antennae sagging as they cant their head. "Do not worry! Will have brains back to normal, am -sure-, yes!"

Encouragingly, you say to Aschwar, "And, am not a healer... but I have gotten GOODer at doing my -own- big brain stuff. But maybe can help. Somehow. Kepheras... are meant to be -good- at big brain things."

You beam broadly at Aschwar.

You have emoted: Both of Gurashi's antennae dip and rise again, though the left stays considerably lower.

Aschwar smiles sweetly, canting their head slightly as they affirm, "Of course! I mean, you were hurt, and fixed, and that means that I can get bett--".

"BAAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWW!!"

You suddenly let loose a very loud and very startling cicada scream.

Aschwar blinks and then hurriedly and excitedly moves towards the oven, gently nudging Bizi to the side with their hip as they press a paw flat upon the head of the screaming chicken alarm.

Bizirik, the leothin stops licking, mouth still open, trying to fix the entire cube of sugar in its mouth. It stares at the oven, huffing, tail sweeping excitedly.

Aschwar pulls out two over-large oven mitts and open the oven carefully. They reach in, and when they turn around, you can see a finely seared pot full of squid tentacles, three-eyed fish, and various other delightful smelling - yet frightful looking - seafood delicacies that still have steam rising from the pot and sizzling pops echoing from their flesh.

Bizirik, the leothin gives a short gasp of elation.

You have emoted: Recovering from their earlier shrieking, Gurashi covers their heart with both left hands, calming themselves. They move aside to give Aschwar plenty of room to navigate while Bizirik creeps right up to the tae'dae and the steaming platter, chattering and chirping excitedly.

Aschwar gives the leothin a stern talking to as they begin emptying it into several large bowls, faint splashes of oil and broth spilling onto the countertop as they do. "Now, Bizi, you will need to be very careful and do not eat a whole big mouthful because it will be TOO HOT and you will hurt your mouth and me and Friend Gurashi will give you no snowballs to cool your mouth down." The lesson in discipline offered, they turn and begin placing the five bowls onto the ground within Bizi's easy reach before stepping quickly over towards you.

Bizirik, the leothin looks like it doesn't know where to begin, sniffing one bowl, then the next, then back to the first, the fifth. Its face is recognizably filled with delight, however, as it pants and chirps and chatters  before finally settling on bowl number four, nearly knocking it over. It seems completely unbothered by the heat.

You have emoted: Gurashi grimaces. "I will mop ...when she is done," They whisper as they watch the leothin destroy the kitchen floor with oily, fishy broth.

Aschwar has a strange look that is a mix between pride and fear on their face as they watch the leothin begin to consume, and they quietly say, "N-no, it is okay. A lesson, right? Next time, I will give Bizi her treats outside."

You have emoted: Gurashi covers their face to hide their shame as the leothin destroys one, then two, then three bowls. It almost looks like it might stop as it catches Aschwar and Gurashi staring at it...... then resumes eating, pointedly maintaining eye contact. That is until Gurashi steps between the leothin and the tae'dae, smiling.

You clap your hands together merrily.

With a light laugh as they rub the back of their neck with a paw, Aschwar exclaims, "Well, at least I know Bizi REALLY likes my cooking!"

Faintly buzzing, you say, "A-ah! Yes! She is loving seafood! You are probably now her new favorite persons, yes!"

You beam broadly at Aschwar.

You face lights up as you smile brightly at Aschwar.

Aschwar nods their head and says, "I fished them all up myself, too! I went out on one of the big ships in the port, and was gone for a few days, and went fishing with my big bamboo rod and some string, and came back with so many."

You boggle at Aschwar.

Faintly buzzing, you ask, "Oh - I have never ... gone fishing in persons...! Have always bought ...mine." They look down at Bizirik, watching the leothin continue to work on bowl number four, finally slowing down. "Was peaceful? Did have fun?? .... you can ...FISH here?"

Aschwar says, "Well, not here, I don't think."

Turning red, you say, "...oh, no, ah - the City!"

Bizirik, the leothin chirps happily.

Aschwar goes to the window and points out into the infinite abyss that the Shifting City floats between, above, below, and within, the blurred infinities almost seeming to rock like a distant ocean. "Out there!"

You have emoted: Gurashi shuffles over to join Aschwar by the window, their wings snapping open and closed again. "Oh!" Their jaw drops. "... is like the ocean, but ... also, is not."

You twitch your mandibles as you voice a soft, curious chirr.

Looking up at the tae'dae next to them, you say to Aschwar, "Can anyone go on boats out there?"

You think to yourself: *trying to imagine, being out on something so -vast-*.

You think to yourself: ...would probably feel very high...

Aschwar says, "Well. I am unsure if it is safe for...adventuring peoples. You all could get very hurt."

Staring up still, you ask Aschwar, "Is because of your special-ness?"

With a small smile, Aschwar says, "I think so. Lots of people who live in the Shifting City are special. The people who take those boats out every day must have SO MANY stories they could tell."

Looking back out the window, you say to Aschwar, "That must be a whole experience, wowee ... yeah. That would be a fun thing to do. Collect stories from the citizens. Are so many that live here." They drum the fingers on all four hands in a small wave against the windowsill, canting their head. "Do you know them all?"

You tilt your head and listen intently to Aschwar.

Shrugging simply, Aschwar says, "Most. Some do not like sharing names, so I just know their faces."

Aschwar says, "I thought it was good for a Priest to do."

You nod your head slowly in understanding.

You have emoted: Gurashi smiles softly, again drumming their fingers against the windowsill. "...can making gifts for peoples, just for reasons of wanting to make them happy be an O-K goal, Friend Aschwar?"

With a light laugh, Aschwar says, "I do not think you have to worry about it, Friend Gurashi. I think the Shofets has a special path for you. But if you did, then I would say that it is a very O-K goal."

You tilt your head curiously at Aschwar.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks at Aschwar suddenly, eyes wide. "...special path? Oh, but Friend Shulamit said needed the goal... -first-...? Before..." Their mandibles click and they look confused, left antennae sagging significantly. "...could pick a path to another path." They wave their smaller two hands anxiously. "Do not want to do the thing wrong."

Aschwar waves a hand towards the distant sea, and you notice the lighthouse shining strong. "Missus Friend Shulamit, Friend Alary, Friend Tsakali, and even Mister Ixchilgal all have special paths. It just means that you do not have to do the things other people might have to, because the Shofets has something else in mind! At least...for a little while.

Aschwar waves a hand towards the distant sea, and you notice the lighthouse shining strong. "Missus Friend Shulamit, Friend Alary, Friend Tsakali, and even Mister Ixchilgal all have special paths. It just means that you do not have to do the things other people might have to, because the Shofets has something else in mind! At least...for a little while."

You have emoted: Gurashi's face lights up as the beacon sweeps over the sea. "...for a little while?"

Aschwar nods, and then they turn towards the leothin, golden sand already swirling about their claws. "Okay, young lady, are you done being a messy eater?"

Bizirik, the leothin is laying partially comatose beside five overturned and empty bowls. Even the floor looks like it has been licked clean. The leothin grumbles softly, staring up at Aschwar with complete and gluttonous adoration.

You's eyes narrow slightly as you grin, mandibles clicking.

Somewhat sarcastic, you say, "Oh - even cleaned up after self..."

Aschwar laughs lightly and says, "Well, she has saved me some cleaning up! It is very, VERY nice of her."

You have emoted: Gurashi steps towards the leothin, immediately noticing the still-oily state of the floor. "Are -sure- do not want m...e to mop? Would be happy to." They say fretfully to Aschwar.

Bizirik, the leothin licks the floor again, helping.

You click your mandibles together energetically, chittering to yourself.

Aschwar shakes their head and begins to wave their hand idly back and forth, waves of golden sand beginning to scour the floor clean. "It is much easier for me to do with magics."

You have emoted: Gurashi gasps and steps back, clasping their hands over their beak. "Ahhh... is like Tridemon's magics but, sand instead of waters..." They chitter excitedly.

Aschwar stretches their arms high overhead, mimicking the Courtesan as their fuzzy, furry belly is briefly exposed by the movement. They smile softly and say, "You are welcome to stay as long as you like, but it is time for me to be resting."

Bizirik, the leothin finally rises to its feet, swaying.

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

You gaze softens as you smile at Aschwar.

Esei tells you, "** You feel a whisper of purple cloth against one of your hands, almost tickling. **."

Your melodic voice sings into Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk's mind, "*pastel shades flickering across the aethers - amusement* Many greetings!"

Esei tells you, "Hello, dearest cousin."

Faintly buzzing, you say, "...ah! Thank you for inviting me. Next time you can come see -my- home. Yes...? Oh."

You have emoted: Gurashi opens their arms tentatively. "Also. I give best hugs again."

Aschwar runs up to you and envelops you in a massive bearhug.

You reach out, wrapping all four arms around Aschwar as you pull him into a tight hug.

You have emoted: Gurashi sighs happily, shutting their eyes as their antennae droop.

You give Aschwar a friendly squeeze.

Your melodic voice sings into Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk's mind, "*you hear Bizirik...-belch- across the aethers - continued amusement* How are?"

Aschwar allows you to nearly be pulled into their fur and clothing before they release, nodding and moving towards the stairs. "Be careful when getting breads, and have lots of fun!"

The world seems a little less pleasant as an enormous tae'dae with black and gold fur departs to the up.

Esei tells you, "...I... I'm well. W-what is Bizirik EATING?"

You have emoted: Gurashi waves after the tae'dae, their shoulders sagging slightly after they've gone. They look about the kitchen, then out the window, folding their hands together.

With a sigh, you say, "Mm.."

You think to yourself: .... special paths?

Your melodic voice sings into Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk's mind, "*the sound of movement - a wave of hot-and-cold, shifting sands* Friend Aschwar made her some foods with things they caught in the sea! She... ate much."

<-- went home!