Messenger

You tell Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk, "Warden. Have, letter, for you."

Esei tells you, "** There is a soft prickling of awareness, like feathers dragged lightly across
skin. ** I am here."

Esei tilts their head and listens intently to you.

Landing softly upon the loam, Rhalkyr straightens - insomuch as he ever does, into
his faintly hunched stance, and looks to Esei, briefly. "Speak, in private."
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A look of understanding crossing their features, Esei nods their head slowly.
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Esei begins to follow you.

Esei tilts their head curiously at you.

Prowling inside, Rhalkyr moves about in a slow, winding circle, a letter clutched
loosely in his hand. His head angles towards Esei as he paces, turning and twisting to keep Esei
within view at all times. "Have met, young faeling. Of Serenwilde." He holds up a hand, as if to
forestall any interruption, and continues, "Is interested, in the Glomdoring. Saw, with blessing, of
Silent One. Has, promise. Could, be stolen, away, for home. Yes?"
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Esei quirks a brow. "Perhaps. Did you catch their name?"

Rhalkyr jerks his head down in a nod. "Illyria."
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The faint caws of crows drift in from the outside, echoing against the walls.
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Esei's eye glitter, not unlike dark gems. "Her strength would need to be proven," they say softly.
"While I am undoubtful of your talents, or whoever might take on the task of influencing her, is she
strong enough for the Glomdoring? For the Wyrd?"
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Esei pauses, clasping their hands behind their back. "Not everyone is."

Rhalkyr lifts a shoulder in a brief shrug, the thick slab of muscle rising and
falling like a rolling hill thrown up by quaking earth. "Think, so. Curious. Very, curious. Always,
questioning. Eager, to know. Suspect, could be made, strong. With, Wyrd, especially."
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The scent of wyrden plant life wafts past your nose, carried by a straying breeze.
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Esei tilts their head down, humming. "Many could be," they say. "I noticed you've a letter? Is that
what has brought this on?"

Rhalkyr stalks over to Esei, straying close enough to loom, though this seem
unintentional. Lifting his other hand, he gently touches the back of his knuckles to Esei's upper
arm, and holds out the letter, offering it to them.
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Esei tilts their head, grasping the letter with a single raised brow.

Esei runs their fingers lightly over the signature when they are finished reading, eyes glancing up
to your face. They frown. "She did not simply mail it to me?"

Rhalkyr gives a quirk side-to-side jerk of his head, lifting a hand up to tap
against the wood of his mask with a faint 'tak'. "Rhalkyr, advised, this. Did not, know, if Warden,
would smell, Serenwilde, and ignore. Less likely, if, this way." A pause, and then, accompanying an
angling of his head to one side, eyes flitting to Esei and away again. "Think, this one, has
promise."

Esei hums lowly. "Shame. I quite enjoy teasing Serenwilders." They flip the letter closed, running
their fingers lightly over the closed edge.

You have emoted: Rhalkyr flutters his fingers in a rippling cascade, tone mild. "Plenty, other prey,
for Warden, to play with."
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Smiling, amused, Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk says, "I am aware, fear not."
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Esei hums thoughtfully.

Rhalkyr nods in an amiable fashion, gaze roving ceaselessly about the library.
"What, will do?"
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In dark, lyrical tones, Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk says, "Construct a
letter in return, of course."
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In dark, lyrical tones, Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk asks, "Would you like
to watch?"

Eyes flitting over to Esei at this, Rhalkyr nods, curiously.
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Esei beckons you to them.

In dark, lyrical tones, Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk says, "We must take a
short journey to the ethereal."

Esei brushes their fingers through the air near your hand, as if seeking permission.

Rhalkyr turns his hand palm-up after the briefest glance at Esei, commenting
softly, "Do not, need, to ask. Touch, as will. Family."

Esei quirks a brow. "It is polite, regardless, to ask." They gently grasp your wrist, placing the
hand palm down. They press it close to the surface of the Tenebrous Altar of Shadows, but not quite
touching. They let go, expectant.

Rhalkyr makes a faintly disparaging noise, as if unimpressed by the notion of
manners, but makes no comment. Canting his head curiously as Esei guides his hand near the altar,
his eyes flit from it, to Esei, then back again.

[[SECRET MOTHER NIGHT THINGS]]

In dark, lyrical tones, Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk asks you, "What else
did you glean from little Illyria?"

Taking a few moments to mull the question over, Rhalkyr idly flexes his fingers in
slow, thoughtful motions. "Have not, interacted, much. Eager. Hungry. Very, hungry, for knowing. Big
eyes, swallow the world, to know. Gentle, but, not weak. Learns, listens, well. Not, daunted, by
Rhalkyr, or, Glomdoring."
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Esei hums thoughtfully.
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In dark, lyrical tones, Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk says, "A curiosity
that may get her into trouble, if she does not temper it with sense."

Rhalkyr jerks his head down in a swift nod. "Yes. Also, used, to draw in. Bait, the
hungry hound, with meat."

Esei's dark eyes narrow thoughtfully, staring briefly into the distance before moving to write their
letter.