"...enough love in me to give to Both..."

The Fulcrux of Mysrai.
The walls of this rounded chamber are dimly illuminated by burning coals within a copper bowl at the centre, but remain no more distinct than any of the shadowy carvings upon their surface. At times, the walls seem as though they are mere veils between open air and the fire-illumined ring: at others, they are whirling sand or solid stone. Despite this, figures in various races shift and change, gone in seconds or less, with the only constant remaining the pinpricks of alien constellations within. The ceiling is a canopy of silk, or veils, or shifting realities, with loose poppy blossoms floating amidst it, or upon it, in tears of white and red and indigo. Oilslick patterns ripple across the silken folds of this veil as it flutters between two paradigms. Veils of reality bounded by skeins of ivory and blood-hued blossoms twist and shiver above a poppy-inlaid vessel filled with burning coals. An oddly shaped golden hammer has been abandoned here. Completely motionless, a slender leothin intently surveys its surroundings.
You see a single exit leading through a fluttering veil.

You stare at a glorious golden banana hammer, eyes wide.

p hammer
Glinting in the available light, the dual heads of this hammer have
seemingly been fashioned from solid gold. Each head resembles a fat
bunch of bananas, each individual fruit lovingly detailed with added
spots and lines etched with iron. The thick handle is crafted of a dark,
lustrous wood, carved in an overlapping, gold-edged triangular pattern
that forms a grip near the base, and splits in two near the top where
the bunches are attached with heavy iron stems.
It has 332 months of usefulness left.
It weighs about 6 pounds.
It bears the distinctive mark of Dame Vyell D'Cente, The People's Steward.
It has been stamped with the seal of The Emberplate Forging Cartel.
It has the following aliases: hammer, weapon, warhammer, bludgeon.

You think to yourself: *marveling over the banana hammer* ...amazing.

You have emoted: Gurashi awkwardly slips through the veil, arms held stiffly at his sides, eyes wide. He looks left, then right, taking a tentative step forward. Then, another. Eventually, he reaches the master shrine of Mysrai, sinking down to his knees before it, bowing until his forehead touches the ground.

Rising from his knees to sit upright, you say, "Hello, Mister-and-Missus-and-Neithers Shofets... it is me! Gurashi! Gurashi An'Ryshe." He smiles. "We have met."

You think to yourself: *uneasy blue... anxious mauve... tentative feelings. like one doesn't belong. do not belong here. do not want to be rude*.

You have emoted: Gurashi sways side to side where he sits, staring wide-eyed at the master shrine of Mysrai. "U-uhm. I will not take up too much of Your time. But, thought it best to reach out to You too... after the fact about stuffs. Maybe...."

You think to yourself: *an strangely intense desire to stay put*.

You think to yourself: / *a completely opposite, intense desire to -leave-* Tiso... /.

You think to yourself: Shush! Am trying to be good for the Shofets.

Loudly, you say, "My dearest Friends Shulamit and Friend Aschwar and think maybe-sort-of-by-proxy-but-maybe-was-just-there-by-chance Ixchilgal asked me to join the Beloveds? They told You? You probably know. But, they asked..."

Voice bright and clear, you say, "I... wanted to make sure that YOU knew, yes? Yes...."

You have emoted: Gurashi sits in silence for a few minutes, wringing his hands together. "... Friend Shulamit didn't know when she asked, but uhm. The Glomdoring. Has a very big 'Glomdoring-only' rule, yeah? For worshippings." He inhales. "A-and, I love the Glomdoring -obviously-, so, I don't want to leave. So to be asked to worship Someone OUTSIDE is like." He waves his hands. "A big-ish deal?"

You think to yourself: ...It isn't fair. But - know it makes sense...

Shyly, you say, "Ahhh... I love the Glomdoring so very much, Shofets. It does not seem like such a very nice place to be. But so many of the peoples that am loving are from there... and it has nice things... and it made me who am to-day. So, am owing it a lot, understand? Yes?"

You twiddle your thumbs.

You think to yourself: Oh! Bodies.

You offer up 187 corpses to Mysrai, the Shofet of Abyssal Scales.

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

You think to yourself: Right ... why am so nervous.

You think to yourself: There... an offering... that is good right?


You twiddle your thumbs.

You have emoted: Gurashi inhales deeply, smiling softly as he thinks again about the forest he calls home. "Sorry... was just saying... uhm. Being there. It makes me happy yes."

You think to yourself: **hazy swirls of pink and sparkling gold at the recollection of the dark forest...**.

Voice bright and clear, you say, "I do not want to hurt it. Hurt the Lady of Roses. Or offend Her, or anyone who lives there. So have to be so very open and honest!" He clasps together his hands over his heart. "Completely see-through! So that Both know that am not trying to be unwholesome or untrustworthy! O-or... I do not know?"

You have emoted: Gurashi huffs softly, shoulders sagging.

Voice bright and clear, you say, "Is it O-K with You if want dearly to love Both?"

You think to yourself: **the pinks dim, the sparkle dies**.

Voice bright and clear, you say, "...the Glomdoring AND Someone."

Soft and ponderous, you say, "I think maybe will have enough love in me to give to Both."

You have emoted: Gurashi stares hopefully at the master shrine of Mysrai, canting his head to the side. "I am getting ahead of myself. It has only been like a whole month since even -asked- Lady of Roses. It is hard not to get my hopes up." He bounces where he sits. "It fills me with bees - the thought of getting to help, yes? Good bees! The best bees - am loving bees!!"

Earnestly, you say, "I do not know You so well, but, I think We could be good friends, Shofets. Friend Aschwar says only wonderful things about You. The best of things, so You must be good."

You sniff softly.

You glance askance.

You have emoted: Gurashi awkwardly sinks to sit back on his feet, twiddling his thumbs. "...again. It might not work. She will most likely say no, and, am here because, if She does - was wondering, if You would mind," He shifts, "if maybe, could like, keep being friends with Friend Aschwar? And Friend Shulamit. And Friend Alary and Tsakali and all of my other nice and good Friends. And, also - could maybe still try and help?" He looks up at the master shrine of Mysrai hopefully. "Whatever that entails. Am just one bug - er, squishy right now, but, can do my best yes!"

You think to yourself: **a flood of embarrassment - pinks and reds, hot pinpricks. this is silly**.

You have emoted: Gurashi sits, silent, staring at the master shrine of Mysrai with a dazed and tired expression, looking old and uncertain.

Weakly, you say, "...Feelings are confusing enough for peoples... cannot imagine what it must be like for a Divine."

Softer, you say, "You live for so long, and have to endure so many things."

You have emoted: Gurashi cants his head to the side, wrinkling his nose. "It is hard not to want to reach out to help."

You think to yourself: Beloved...... *the word sounds so warm and friendly*.

You think to yourself: / *a sudden deep and aching pain..* /.

You have emoted: Gurashi winces, clutching a fistful of shirt and shifting in his spot.

Suddenly, you exclaim, "A-am.... rambling!"

You have emoted: Gurashi scrambles up to his feet, bowing. "I came here to.. I do not remember. To tell You that asked and to maybe ask that if are feeling mad about me being asked then please be mad at me and no one else?? Yes yes." He stomps his booted foot. "I take full responsibility for my actions! All of the responsbliblities."

Stammering, you say, "R...e spon... sibility. SSs."

You have emoted: Gurashi heaves a great sigh, waving his arm. "Anyway, please accent these bodies! I killed them for You. I will bring more to You either way. When can? Hope You have a nice day, Shofets, yes." He reaches out to nervously pat the master shrine of Mysrai with his fingertips. "Take care, be well."

You think to yourself: Good luck...