Gentleman Caller

Flicking the last of the clinging tangles from his gloved hand, Aramaeus steps into
the waters of the Fulcrux and pauses, the deep magenta of his gaze sweeping across the lagoon with
undisguised curiosity. With the faint, ever-present hint of a smile playing about his lips, he
places his hands together at the small of his back, glancing about as he makes his way to the
shrine. Once upon the modest portion of solid ground, he cocks his head at a slight angle, studying
the edifice intently.

Kneeling humbly, you press your palms together before you and close your eyes momentarily as you
pray devoutly to Li-varili, Lady of the Lagoons, "A cool, quiet presence, dark and liquid as a
quiescent sea of dense, smooth ink. "Greetings, Lady! I am quite sure that You are wading through a
deluge of mortal pleas, gifts, and so on, but, well. I just paid a visit to Your nereids upon the
Rhizoda, and I must say, I am quite thoroughly fascinated - What splendid creatures You have
Awakened! I would dearly enjoy the opportunity to express my appreciation in person, should You be
so magnanimous as to grant me the gift of a portion of Your time." A thoughtful pause, the black
depths illuminated faintly by a distant, flickering light that winks out as swiftly as it appears.
"Ah! That reminds me. I don't suppose anyone has thought to invite You to the Masquerade? Rather
boorish of them, if so. From what I understand, You have much reason to dislike Magnagora, if only
via association, but I think You could have a wonderful time if You cared to grace the event with
Your presence. With, or without a written invitation." A glimmering, silvery arc, reminiscent of a
broad smile. "If nothing else, there will certainly be quite a variety of fancifully wrapped morsels
for You to sample - A little blood on the dancefloor always livens things up, in my experience. I do
hope You are finding ways to enjoy Yourself. I greatly look forward to hearing more of You in the
times to come."".

Nodding in satisfaction, Aramaeus dusts his hands off - Though there is nothing
marring the glove's surface - and makes his way unhurriedly back towards the exit, humming a
pleasant tune all the while.