Hallifaxian Art Exhibit

Your melodic voice sings into Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter's mind, "I yam all ready for the artsy festivities, I am!"
Azazilliy tells you, "I yam glad! I too am ready!"
Azazilliy tells you, "I found a hat!"
Your melodic voice sings into Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter's mind, "Oh joy!!"
Your melodic voice sings into Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter's mind, "I founds the best outfits!"
Azazilliy tells you, "I am excited!"
Your melodic voice sings into Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter's mind, "I also am bringing my notebooks! I have a note already."
Azazilliy tells you, "Ah! How exciting!"
Your melodic voice sings into Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter's mind, "Is soonly right? Your sister said would be soonly right? Can hardly sits still, ahehe."
Azazilliy tells you, "Indeed, indeed."
Azazilliy tells you, "Some of us are congregated outside the Opera House if you'd like to join us."
Azazilliy tells you, "My dearest comrade is here."
Your melodic voice sings into Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter's mind, "OH I can finally meets her!!!"
Azazilliy tells you, "Aye!"
Your melodic voice sings into Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter's mind, "I will do so's, then! Incoming! DO not be afeared!"
Azazilliy tells you, "I am a little afeared."
Azazilliy tells you, "But I will try to contain myself."
Your melodic voice sings into Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter's mind, "Do not! Is just me!"

Your wings flap excitedly behind you.

LOOKIT ME
They are a feathered trill kindly demigod changeling. Downy plumes of vibrant orange cascade in a tumble around their head, the cluster of feathers stopping just short of their shoulders and moving at the slightest breeze. A cluster of snow-white feathers grow near their right temple. A natural mask of downy black feathers have sprouted around their eyes, covering the upper portion of their face and fading in with the colorful orange feathers at the hairline and temples. A moderately-sized, crescent-shaped scar mars their right cheek, pink where it would otherwise be black. A hint of discolored flesh can be seen at the center of their sternum, mostly obscured by their clothing. Two tufts of feathers gather where their ears would normally be, adorned by long, curling feathers that react to their mood. Their eyes are wide and inquisitive, a stunning gray that looks almost blue against the bright orange and striking black feathers. They stand just shy of six foot even, with a thin, willowy build, their skin sandy and smooth. Hanging half-limp behind them are a pair of great apricot-colored wings, the covert feathers nearest to their back the same ebony-violet as the feathers that cover their brow and cheekbones. Their wings are sleek and shiny, evidence of recent grooming efforts.
They are wearing:
a starry wreath of celestial light set atop their head like a halo
an ebon throwover cloak striated with lilac patterns wrapped protectively about their form
a warm tulip of dawn pinned to their opposite breast pocket
a circlet of crystal thorns resting loosely atop their head
a vivid red-orange poppy tucked lovingly behind their left ear
the Mantle of Starlight which flows dreamily about their shoulders and back
a mandala-embroidered suit of black cashmere which fits their form flatteringly, a bright yellow triangle adorning their left breast pocket
mercurial Mysraian prayer beads pulled taut against their right wrist
a Glomdoring friendship bracelet which jingles softly on their left wrist
minty citrus incense beads pulled taut against their right wrist
a crystalline poppy with inlaid smoke worn delicately upon their left wrist
a driftwood ring of sea breezes fitted tightly to their left middle finger
a pair of yellow shoes which peek out brightly beneath the bottoms of their pantlegs.

Reaching out with your mind, you grasp the harmonic song of the domothean energies as you seek Azazilliy.

The lingering notes of harmonic purity swell to impossible heights as you step confidently through the song of reality itself.
Grand Foyer of the Hallifaxian Opera House.
Banks of clouds roil about here. Dazzling crystal and gold chandeliers hang suspended from the ceiling in two linear rows along either side of this stretched, rectangular foyer, basking the exquisite paintings and sculptures in a soft, sparkling light. Evenly spaced pairs of columns stretch up along the walls to support the arched ceiling which has been painstakingly painted with images of female trill floating among the clouds. Most of the walls and columns are sculpted with images from famous stage productions, providing pleasing imagery of gods, mortals and places which add to the already stupendous ambiance of this magnificent foyer. A crystalline milestone is tastefully displayed here upon a rounded pedestal. Along the northern wall, a wide billboard has been hung - its velvet background and gilt edge framing an advert for A Wild Toad Chase. Dressed in his best friendly smile and outfit, Simo Tubinsio is here, a paper star affixed to his lapel. Ghwer, the calar battle bear, sits here like a person, avidly watching his surroundings and filling the air with superfluous vocalisms. An incomplete polytope with bright turquoise fractals hovers here, whirring softly. An incomplete polytope with obsidian fractals hovers here, whirring softly. An icewall is here, blocking passage to the southwest. Mmellialleh is here, pondering thoughtfully. She wields a circular shield of crystalline foliage in her right hand. Fillirriqili Skydrifter, Painter of Singular Blizzard with an Angel face lingers here, the coolly pure scent of skyblooms and wind wisps surrounding his form like mountain mist. He wields a mathematician's jade fan in his left hand and an ivory tessen of the morning aubade in his right hand. Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter is here, shrouded. They wield an emerald temporal resonator in their left hand and a circular shield of crystalline foliage in their right hand. Orbiting around their head are several spinning crystals. Calioliahali Skydrifter looms here, lingering with an unsettling aura of strict severity. She wields a titanic greatsword of silvery swirls with both hands. Intern Kxikcia is here, surrounded by eddies of whirling clouds. She wields a sleek beam generator in her left hand and a shield emblazoned with scientific motifs in her right hand. Tikki with a Blank face stands here, his presence perfuming the air with the warm scent of mouth-watering confections. He wields a sticky spatula of Solstice peppermint in his left hand and a starry bird of paradise lute in his right hand.
You see exits leading southeast, southwest, down, and in (closed door).
Wobbling contently, a gelatinous seal waves happily as he senses you approach from the ether.

You strike a pose.

Making no sudden movements, Azazilliy backs away from you slowly.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Ah! Aouwah!"

In an airy, melodic voice, you say to Azazilliy, "Boo!"

You weave a glamour of sparkling motes and release them.
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Azazilliy flails about helplessly.

Tikki giggles happily.

You throw back your head as you let loose a delighted laugh.

You have emoted: Gurashi flits about excitedly. "Hello everybody!"

You give a heady crow of delight, your swiftly-beating wings sending you skyborne before you lightly touch down once more.

Azazilliy bows politely to you, dark-feathered wings pushing a soft breeze in your direction.

LOOKIT AZAZ FOR THAT SWEET HAT
They are a feathered cloud trill collectivist demigod. Grandiose wings unfurl gracefully behind their lithe form, a vast expanse of stark obsidian black pennae interlaced with sparkling scintillas of slate-grey and silvery-gold colouring sweeping down to their feet. A downy crest of voluminous plumage, nearly indistinguishable in colour from their feathered wings, crowns their head, dark feathers cascading down their back, with gentle wisps carelessly swept across their forehead and airily tracing their avian features. Their crystalline eyes are captivatingly piercing - the periwinkle hue evoking thoughts of clear winter skies on a cloudless day. Orbiting around their head are a turquoise crystal, a jade crystal, a garnet crystal, a beryl crystal, an opal crystal, an onyx crystal, a bloodstone crystal, an amethyst crystal, an emerald crystal, a sapphire crystal, and a diamond crystal.
They are wearing:
an exquisite black suit embellished in sanguine and gearwork
a crystalline cloudberry brooch fastened securely to the silk lapel
a sable scarf with aureate geometries loosely hanging from their neck
a lucid watch of gleaming crystal, diamond links delicately wrapped around their wrist
snowy fur-lined boots embroidered with ruby fractals
a hat of stacked hats perched obliquely atop their plumage.

You see the following people here:
Mmellialleh, Fillirriqili, Calioliahali, Kxikcia, Tikki, Azazilliy, Gurashi.

You flap your wings excitedly at Azazilliy, gusting the air about them.

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter says to you, "Gurashilili!"

Kxikcia hides a grin behind her hand.

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter says to you, "Formal introductions!"

You have emoted: Gurashi warbles excitedly and ceases their excitedly flitting, racing back over to the trill addressing them, then looking immediately at the lucidian nearby. "Formalities!" They chirp.

You have emoted: Gurashi stares at Kxikcia, pupils dilated in their excitement. "Hi! I am Gurashi!"

You flap your wings excitedly at Kxikcia, gusting the air about her.

Azazilliy gestures toward Kxikcia, with a beaming smile. "This is my dearest comrade!"

Simo Tubinsio straightens his cuffs and hems with a bright, friendly smile.

You bounce up and down.

Golden shades radiate from your chest and your heart beats faster with newly-appeared determination.

Happily, you say, "Is so goodly to see you all! I brought snacks!"

You look at Kxikcia hopefully.
You look at Azazilliy hopefully.

Fillirriqili peers about himself unscrupulously.

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter says to Kxikcia, "This is Gurashilili! Our future comrade and current ally."

Kxikcia smiles warmly at Azazilliy, before performing a respectful curtsey before you. "A pleasure to meet you formally, Gurashi...llili, was it?"

You throw back your head as you let loose a delighted laugh.

Fillirriqili Skydrifter, Painter of Singular Blizzard says to you, "Gurashilili, you forgot some syllables."

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Oops, right."

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Am trillili."

The perception of time momentarily slows to a fraction as Clotho takes up the Tapestry of Fate and studies the weft of the fabric, lengthening and smoothing errant threads. Time rushes forward as the memory fades, yet the understanding unfolds that a myriad paths in Lusternia have opened up before you, some leading to noble deeds and others to dark triumphs.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "So am a Gurashillili yes yes."

Azazilliy beams broadly.

Tikki hums a happy tune.

You have emoted: Gurashi giggles, flitting about in their excitement, turning in place. "An honorary titles."

Calioliahali Skydrifter says to you, "Our comrade Simo is also providing refreshments."

You look at Calioliahali hopefully.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Ooh! Snacks!"

Excitedly, you say to Calioliahali, "Also - hi Miss Cali!"

You reach out, pulling Tikki into a tight embrace.

An incomplete polytope with symmetrical, stained-glass wings of fiery ruby whirrs and purrs as she hovers nearby, following closely.

In an airy, melodic voice, you ask Tikki, "Did I already say hi?"

Grabbing at the furrikin, you say, "I yam saying it now just in case."

In an airy, melodic voice, you exclaim to Azazilliy, "I like your hat!"

Azazilliy beams broadly.

Azazilliy doffs a hat of stacked hats to you.

Azazilliy beams broadly.

In an airy, melodic voice, you exclaim to Azazilliy, "It is the BEST hat you could have worn!"

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter says to you, "Ahh! I was about to comment on your outfit!"

Your shoulders bunch as you let out a short giggle.

(OOC Clan): Azazilliy says, "I don't see Gurashillili here. omg pls."
(OOC Clan): Azazilliy says, "My brain. why."

You bounce up and down.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Oh!"

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter exclaims to you, "The shoes!"

You have emoted: Gurashi kicks out a foot. "My shoes!"

Your wings flap excitedly behind you.

A deathly cold wind sweeps through, causing your very breath to begin to freeze as Ayisdra enters from the down.

You beam broadly at Mmellialleh.

You face lights up as you smile brightly at Ayisdra.

Azazilliy bows politely to Ayisdra, dark-feathered wings pushing a soft breeze in his direction.

The icewall to the southwest collapses into a pile of chipped ice.
Fillirriqili points a diamond swan brooch towards the southwest, and sparks fly out of it.
An icewall rises up to the southwest.

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter says to you, "They're fabulous."

Azazilliy peers at Fillirriqili unscrupulously.

Lifting a foot, you say, "Do you likes them? Oh thank you."

Azazilliy points a mantra-etched crystal ring towards the southwest, and sparks fly out of it.
The icewall to the southwest quickly melts as Azazilliy ignites it.

You narrow your eyes at Fillirriqili, canting your head and peering at him suspiciously.

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter says, "It is time!"

You bunch your shoulders as you giggle softly at Fillirriqili.

Nepenthe arrives from the down.

Intern Kxikcia laughingly says, "I shall sneak in before Fillirriqili accidentally rebuilds the wall again."

Tikki hugs Nepenthe compassionately.

Azazilliy points to the southwest.
<-- everyone starts leaving!

The corners of your mouth turn up as you grin mischievously.

Your wings flap excitedly behind you.

You chirp happily at Nepenthe.

Tikki hums a happy tune.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Oh my! Oh gosh."

Azazilliy bows politely, dark-feathered wings gently fanning behind them.
With a faint shimmer of his obsidian fractals, an incomplete polytope departs to the southwest.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "People! Friends... wait."

Wobbling contently, a gelatinous seal waves a fond farewell as he sees you leave to the southwest.
Auditorium of the Grand Hallifaxian Opera House.
Banks of clouds roil about here. The sheer opulence of this grand auditorium is stupefying, gold and crystal alternating and mingling together in carefully designed harmony to create an image of architecture and engineering unrivalled anywhere else in the world. A large stage fills one entire wall of the grand hall, in clear sight of any of the countless seats that fill the floor and four ornate layers of balconies. Sparsely placed arching pillars support the balconies as they climb toward the top, transforming into delicate statues of female trill whose widespread wings give off the illusion of supporting the ceiling above. The central dome of the ceiling is covered in detailed paintings of soaring trill and billowing cloud formations, the rounded shape providing a sensation of depth as well as completing the acoustic superiority of the auditorium. All of this is basked in the warm, soft light spread by countless strategically placed crystal orbs which add to the harmonic atmosphere and complete the pleasure that is experienced by many who witness the productions in this auditorium. Plush velvet cushions offer comfortable seating upon an elaborately engraved marble opera bench here. Soaring to a majestic height, a harmonious stage of crystal and gold stands here. An incomplete polytope with obsidian fractals hovers here, whirring softly. Frosted crystals gently fall from the form of an egregiously beautiful Ice Angel, cooling the area here noticeably. Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter is here, shrouded. They wield an emerald temporal resonator in their left hand and a circular shield of crystalline foliage in their right hand. Orbiting around their head are several spinning crystals. Intern Kxikcia is here, surrounded by eddies of whirling clouds. She wields a sleek beam generator in her left hand and a shield emblazoned with scientific motifs in her right hand.
You see a single exit leading northeast.

You strike a pose.

In an airy, melodic voice, you ask, "Is this right?"

Heralded by a mellifluous, melancholy swan song, Lorina drifts in from the northeast with two ephemeral cygnine wings unfurling behind her in a resplendent display.

Nepenthe arrives, following Tikki.

Azazilliy nods their head at you.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "You seem like you know what are doing."

You nod your head sagely at Azazilliy.

Solemn, staid voices can be heard from somewhere outdoors, rising and falling in emotionless, precise monotone.

A sense of uneasiness permeates the area as Calioliahali, riding an incomplete polytope with symmetrical, stained-glass wings of fiery ruby, patrols in from the northeast with rigid authority.

The Mantle of Starlight flows gently against your form, twinkling stars shifting across its surface as the starry infinity continues its eternal motion.

You hum softly to yourself.

You see the following people here:
Ayisdra, Nepenthe, Azazilliy, Kennian, Romaan, Kxikcia, Tikki, Lorina, Calioliahali, Gurashi.

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter says to Kxikcia, "Before I get distracted, you are looking lovely as always, my dear comrade."

Romaan gives the world a smart salute.

You gaze softens as you smile.

You feel a slight tug within your chest and the air around you sparkles with motes of bright light.
You sense Cheliyi pulling on the strands of aether surrounding you.

Intern Kxikcia smiles and says to you, "Indeed, comrade Azazilliy is one of the wisest individuals I know. You are right to follow their example!"

Kennian waves a happy hello.

(OOC Clan): Lorina says, "Are they flirting."
(OOC Clan): Lorina says, "Is that flirting."
(OOC Clan): You say, "They're engaged."
(OOC Clan): You say, "It's kawaii."

You think to yourself: *a little flutter in their heart watching the two - a d o r a b l e*.

You reach out, pulling Cheliyi into a tight embrace.

Cheerfully saluting, Ablutant Cheliyi, Lotus upon Cresting Waters exclaims, "Cheylilili here for duty!"

Cheliyi giggles happily.

You nod your head sagely at Kxikcia.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say to Kxikcia, "I have no doubts!"

Fillirriqili Skydrifter, Painter of Singular Blizzard says to you, "See, like that."

(OOC Clan): Lorina says, "Idk man."
(OOC Clan): Tikki says, "Sugoi."
(OOC Clan): Lorina says, "Kawaii must have a different definition in missouri."
(OOC Clan): Azazilliy says, "We have advanced beyond handholding. Life is very exciting for Az."
(OOC Clan): Lorina says, "And in 164 years, you'll progress to smoochin."
(OOC Clan): Azazilliy says, "Yikes."
(OOC Clan): Lorina says, "Too soon?"
(OOC Clan): Azazilliy says, "Way too soon."

You have emoted: Gurashi sways, looking around, hugging Cheliyi gently.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say to Cheliyi, "Miiiine-chiiiild."

Cheliyi smiles brightly at you, her frills puffing with joy.

In an airy, melodic voice, you whisper, "So many peoples wowee."

Azazilliy bows politely to Cheliyi, dark-feathered wings pushing a soft breeze in her direction.

You sway anxiously in your spot.

Cheliyi smiles brightly at Azazilliy, her frills puffing with joy.

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter says, "Too many people..."

Azazilliy coughs softly.

You think to yourself: *noisy! noisy...*.

You shake your head.

Azazilliy tugs urgently on your sleeve.

Nepenthe performs a well-practiced bow, looking extremely proper and well behaved as he murmurs banal little greetings to everyone, shaking hands and patting shoulders as he makes a circuit around the auditorium.

Romaan runs around madly, flapping his arms in a blind panic.

Sir Romaan D'Varden, Knight of the Paladins asks, "Where?"

In an airy, melodic voice, you say to Azazilliy, "It is a great showing!"

You face lights up as you smile brightly at Azazilliy.

"Wow!" Romaan exclaims!

Azazilliy points at the opera bench.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Oh!"

Romaan sits himself down on an opera bench of elaborately engraved marble and makes himself comfortable.

You have emoted: Gurashi promptly sits down, dazed.

You sit yourself down on an opera bench of elaborately engraved marble and make yourself comfortable.

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter says, "Made by an expert artisan!"

Intern Kxikcia says to Azazilliy, "Having this many attendees hopefully should mean a very successful painting exhibition for your twin, at least!"

Kxikcia grins mischievously at Azazilliy.

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

Sticking out their feet, you say, "It is supporting my weights like a goodly bench."

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "I have fullest of confidences in it."

Excitedly, Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter says to Kxikcia, "I believe so, yes! And gold for the city coffers and artists aplenty!"

<-- probes bench
In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "...it is made by Miss Kxikcia."

Your shoulders bunch as you let out a short giggle.

Azazilliy beams broadly.

Vivid rays in vermillion, beryl and sapphire tones suffuse the room as Silvanos steps gracefully through a stained-glass archway, leaving only falling shards of hyaline light in their wake.

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter says, "Indeed it is."

Touching his collarbone with his fingertips, Nepenthe Dahyu asks, "Is it custom for us all to pile on one bench?"

You eyes light up as you smile.

Tikki hugs Silvanos compassionately.

Silvanos hugs Tikki compassionately.

Raising their hand in greeting, Silvanos says "Hi!"

You chirp happily at Silvanos.
You chirp happily at Mmellialleh.

Mmellialleh's face twists into a grimace; mouth open wide to reveal clenched teeth, eyebrows scrunched together, yet one still arched higher than the other. From her throat emanates a drawn-out "Uhh" that goes and goes and goes for far longer than it ever should.

With a trilling chirp, Couturier Silvanos Lunarose, the Ruffian says, "How is it....gelatinous?"

Silvanos ponders the situation.

Silvanos lights up with a mischievous grin, seeming to puff up importantly as purple and gold feathers dance ephemerally across their skin.

You have emoted: Gurashi shimmies their shoulders as they settle in, making sure to give Cheliyi a seat beside them.

Fillirriqili Skydrifter, Painter of Singular Blizzard says, "By every sense of the senses."

Calioliahali smirks confidently and extends an enclosed fist towards a gelatinous seal who wobbles happily. Surreptitiously inching towards Calioliahali, he abruptly engulfs the outstretched fist in a big gloopy pseudopod before letting go with a loud slurp.

Fillirriqili Skydrifter, Painter of Singular Blizzard says, "I do not understand the confusion."

Silvanos murmurs softly to themself.

You stare at Calioliahali, eyes wide.

You stare at a gelatinous seal, eyes wide.

LOOKIT THIS MAJESTIC BOY
Surrounded by gentle ripples as a watery film drips from his form at rest, Qillin the gelatinous seal wobbles contently here. His blubbery coat translucent with a pleasing reddish hue that sparkles with incandescent flecks of gold in the ambient light, the faint outlines of a vast assortment of consumed objects can be glimpsed within his glutinous body. Comfortably idle, he has flopped onto the ground to resemble an amorphously content and somewhat obnoxiously placed puddle as he folds and curls onto himself much like a cat. Somewhat smudged, softly glowing lines have been inscribed in magical ink upon the back of the seal, though he appears blissfully unaware of the liberties that have been taken. On both sides of this design his form ripples and roils into the occasional fluid emergence of curious pseudopods that sometimes tentatively flatten and flap, allowing a lumbering form of flight. Adorably awkward in his movements as if unaccustomed to travel on land, his stubby flippers make loud squelching sounds as he flails his way around stamping gooey puddles in his wobbly wake. Oddly enough as he makes contact with his surroundings his form seems to engulf and envelop any outstanding objects before reluctantly releasing them with a slurping sound.
A gelatinous seal has an air of extreme strength.
He weighs about 1080 pounds.
His feedbag is nearly empty! He is looking well-fed.
He is wearing a Saddle of Wonder.
He is loyal to Fillirriqili Skydrifter, Painter of Singular Blizzard.
You cannot see what a gelatinous seal is holding.
It has the following aliases: seal, qillin.

Smirking confidently, Azazilliy and a gelatinous seal casually bump fists.

Silvanos stares implacably about themself.

You open your mouth to say something, but speech fails you.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "What a good boy."

You boggle at a gelatinous seal.

You give braided green tea pesto bread to a gelatinous seal.

Cheliyi stares at a gelatinous seal with what looks to be utter adoration.

Azazilliy smirks confidently and extends an enclosed fist towards a gelatinous seal who wobbles happily. Surreptitiously inching towards Azazilliy, he abruptly engulfs the outstretched fist in a big gloopy pseudopod before letting go with a loud slurp.

Azazilliy beams broadly at a gelatinous seal.

A gelatinous seal's ears perk up with a sudden interest.

You think to yourself: Do seals eat bread.

Quietly, Couturier Silvanos Lunarose, the Ruffian says, "Here I was, thinking my orb of a seal was odd."

A gelatinous seal wobbles contently before he shifts awkwardly and dramatically holds aloft braided green tea pesto bread suspended upon a gelid flipper and displaying it for all to see.

You give braided green tea pesto bread to Ablutant Cheliyi, Lotus upon Cresting Waters.

You throw back your head as you let loose a delighted laugh.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Oh my!"

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "He's so GOOD."

Silvanos utters a deep, rumbling laugh.

Tikki hums a happy tune.
An incomplete polytope with symmetrical, stained-glass wings of fiery ruby whirrs and purrs as she hovers nearby, following closely.

Azazilliy bows politely to Yilan, dark-feathered wings pushing a soft breeze in their direction.

Your wings flap excitedly behind you.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say to Yilan, "Hi!"

Nepenthe mumbles to himself while circling around an incomplete polytope with obsidian fractals idly, occasionally taking measurements and nodding absently.
An incomplete polytope with obsidian fractals hovers in mid-air, swaying gently at Nepenthe's approach.

You see the following people here:
Lorina, Romaan, Ayisdra, Ymai, Mmellialleh, Fillirriqili, Kennian, Yilan, Calioliahali, Azazilliy, Tikki, Silvanos, Kxikcia, Nepenthe, Cheliyi, Gurashi.

(Shadowlight): Qillilitli says, "We'll be getting started shortly! Please let me know if we should wait for your arrival."

Azazilliy doffs a hat of stacked hats to Yilan.

Silvanos shuffles their feet uneasily.

With a flourish of their arm, Yilan bows deeply.

Azazilliy gives Nepenthe the once-over, eyeing him suspiciously.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "It is a big crowd! Thank you for inviting us all."

You chirp happily.

You face lights up as you smile brightly at an incomplete polytope with obsidian fractals.
An incomplete polytope with obsidian fractals hovers in mid-air, swaying gently at your approach.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say to an incomplete polytope with obsidian fractals, "Hello cutie pa-tootie!"

In a whisper, Duchess Kennian, Arm of Redress says to Romaan, "What have you brought me to?"

In an airy, melodic voice, you say to an incomplete polytope with bright turquoise fractals, "And you! So cute!"

In an airy, melodic voice, you say to Kennian, "It is an art show!"

Kennian's ears perk up with a sudden interest.

Silvanos flaps their arms madly.

With a playful lilt, Duchess Kennian, Arm of Redress says, "Oh how exciting! Who is the artist?"

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Many peoples."

You have emoted: Gurashi scratches their chin.

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter says to Kennian, "A mystery!"

You face lights up as you smile brightly at Kennian.

In an airy, melodic voice, you exclaim to Kennian, "A mystery it seems!"

Kennian giggles happily.

With a playful lilt, Duchess Kennian, Arm of Redress says, "I love mysteries!"

Intern Kxikcia says, "Several mysteries, hopefully!"

Azazilliy nods their head at Kxikcia.

The curtains part on an ornate stage of crystal and gold, heralding the start of the performance of 'The "New Beginnings" Art Exhibition'.

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter congratulates the performance on an ornate stage of crystal and gold with some wild clapping.
Kennian gives a short gasp of elation.

Fillirriqili Skydrifter, Painter of Singular Blizzard gives a wild cheer in the direction of an ornate stage of crystal and gold!

Cheliyi gives an ornate stage of crystal and gold a wild cheer!

Nepenthe finds a place with a good view of an ornate stage of crystal and gold.

Nepenthe lays out his materials and constructs a plush pillow chair of crimson silk.

Madam Lorina, Matron of the Arts congratulates the performance on an ornate stage of crystal and gold with some wild clapping.

Qillilitli Skydrifter walks out onto the crystalline stage with an energetic gait. With a wave to the crowd, the trill gives a charismatic smile as she takes her place behind a wooden podium. Surveying the bustling opera house, Qillilitli takes up a gavel and taps it a few times, calling order to the proceedings.

Raising a slender hand, Qillilitli Skydrifter says, "If I could please have your attention for a moment, we are going to get started. Welcome, everyone! Thank you all for joining us today for this cultural exchange. We have gathered to engage in a time-honoured Hallifaxian tradition: the painting exhibition, and I am overjoyed to share in this event with you fine folk!"

You have emoted: Gurashi gazes up to the stage, settling into their seat, wriggling a little before they find a comfortable position.

Silvanos settles to the ground in a cross-legged position, inhaling deeply. As they brings their hands up to rest open-palmed at either side, they exhales, all tension leaving their body.

Qillilitli Skydrifter says, "In being here, we can all celebrate that we have devoted even but a little of our time to assure the resurgency and longevity of the arts. For in this we find inspiration, perhaps a chance to see beyond our physical world of familiar colours and shapes, and instead we seize an opportunity to look into the minds of the dreamers who bring such unknown visions to canvases that we may behold. We could all appreciate more beauty in our lives!"

Qillilitli Skydrifter says, "The subject of our event today is "New Beginnings", a fitting sentiment as this generation of Hallifaxians and friends newly experiences what may be considered a traditional cornerstone of our society. So I would like to take some time to speak a bit to this overarching theme."

Kennian sits down on the floor next to Dudley and leans against her as she stares at the stage entranced.

Cheliyi sits next to you, dusting off her dress before looking back up to the stage.

Qillilitli Skydrifter says, "We might all agree that the principles of renewal, change, and progress are ever present in our lives. With change comes opportunities and challenges alike, and in reactivity, our choices may lead to adaptation or to alienation. Indeed, "New Beginnings" may herald a time of hope and excitement, and yet it may also be rife with discomfort and anxiety. Change is difficult, and as fallible beings, we are bound to fail sometimes. Yet it is in our failures that we find lessons, and in our lessons that we find innovation and wisdom. This is the cycle we know as progress."

You give Cheliyi a friendly squeeze.

A series of chiming notes, distinctly crystalline, ring out in the distance in a slow, descending scale.

Qillilitli Skydrifter says, "I believe that, no matter the organization from whence you hail, many philosophies are grounded in the pursuit of something greater, maybe some version of a perfect world, if you will. And we would all do well to embrace the core concept of continuous improvement to reach those ambitions. For it is in the pursuit of that perhaps unobtainable goal that we find new understandings. In striving to do better and to be better, we can acknowledge our failures, celebrate our triumphs, and ever push forward to a better world. So let us contemplate the manifestations of "New Beginnings" as brought forth in art form, that we may better recognize and even create these opportunities for self and collective growth."

(OOC Clan): Azazilliy says, "Gurashi I hope you're logging this because my buffer is not."
(OOC Clan): Lorina says, "Gurashi logs everything, especially my jokes."
(OOC Clan): Azazilliy says, "You mean your entire life?"
(OOC Clan): Calioliahali says, "Yikes."
(OOC Clan): Lorina says, "Ouch."
(OOC Clan): Lorina says, "Fckn apply restorative ice bruh."

Looking about the audience, Qillilitli Skydrifter says, "Yeah! Who's ready to see some art?"

Azazilliy cheers wildly!

You hands fly to your mouth as you give a short gasp of elation.

You direct a round of applause towards an ornate stage of crystal and gold.

With a hopeful smile, Romaan raises his hand high in the air.

You nod your head emphatically.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Art art art."

With a hopeful smile, Ymai raises her hand high in the air.

The sound of buffeting wings is briefly audible.

Qillilitli Skydrifter says, "Let's get on with the show! In short order, my lovely assistants shall be bringing out the masterful artwork painted by our fine citizens. We are lucky to have received submissions from several different artists, so I am sure you will enjoy the plethora of styles put forth! You are encouraged to converse among your fellows, so please feel free to engage your fellows."

Silvanos utters a deep, rumbling laugh.

Louder, you say, "Art art art art art."

You bounce up and down.

In an airy, melodic voice, you whisper, "Ooh."

Romaan throws his hands into the air and gives a loud, "WOO!"

In an airy, melodic voice, you whisper, "My fellows."

Your wings flap excitedly behind you.

You see the following people here:
Yilan, Mmellialleh, Kennian, Nepenthe, Calioliahali, Lorina, Ymai, Azazilliy, Romaan, Ayisdra, Fillirriqili, Tikki, Kxikcia, Cheliyi, Silvanos, Gurashi.

Tikki giggles happily.

Qillilitli Skydrifter says, "Without further ado, it is my honour and privilege to present the "New Beginnings" collection, a Hallifaxian art exhibition."

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter whispers to Calioliahali, "Who did she pick as assistants, if not her siblings?"

Fillirriqili Skydrifter, Painter of Singular Blizzard gives a wild cheer in the direction of an ornate stage of crystal and gold!

Qillilitli Skydrifter says, "Let us start with a bit of patriotism! My heart is soaring just thinking about it. This first painting is of the beginnings of the Matrix."

The corners of your mouth turn up as you grin mischievously.

Tikki says to Azazilliy, "Unpaid interns."

Comprehension flashes across Azazilliy's face.

You examine an ornate stage of crystal and gold and see:
Qillilitli Skydrifter
Portrayed by Qillilitli
Costume: She is a feathered cloud trill demigoddess and bustles with effervescent energy, characterized by animated and perhaps restless mannerisms that belie her lissome frame. The trill's shorter stature and slender figure are yet compensated by her impressive wingspan; jet black feathers with flecks of  silver and gold comprise mighty avian wings that would surely withstand the most violent of storms. From the top of her head to her back, a sable crest runs down the center like a mohawk, boasting a wavy, voluminous plume that curls slightly forwards at the feather tips. Peering out in contrast to her fair complexion, intense sapphirine eyes gaze upon the world with indominatable curiosity, often flicking about as if she were perpetually calculating.

Tikki nods his head sagely.

The presiding trill bows reverentially before looking off to the side of the stage. Upon her ready nod, a lucidian brings out a rectangular object that has been covered by cloth. The painting is brought to an ornate golden easel, where the lucidian stands attentatively upon unveiling the work of art.

(OOC Clan): Lorina says, "I hope you covered my paintings in trash bags."
(OOC Clan): Qillilitli says, "Lmao."

Nepenthe crosses his legs and sits perfectly upright on a plush pillow chair of crimson silk, watching an ornate stage of crystal and gold with great interest.

The lucidian assistant returns the protective cloth to the previous art piece, gingerly removing it from the easel before carrying it offstage. The next work is brought forth by a trill assistant who jauntily walks up to the easel and sets the painting for display. Performing a perfect about-face, the trill stands to the side, bouncing upon their heels from time to time with a permanent look of joy plastered upon their face.

Fillirriqili peers about himself unscrupulously.

Fillirriqili Skydrifter, Painter of Singular Blizzard says, "You get what you pay for I guess."

Azazilliy grins and nods.

Azazilliy coughs softly.

Silvanos ponders the situation.

Qillilitli Skydrifter says, "Aaaaa, we weren't done with that! Bring it back!"

Fillirriqili hides a grin behind his hand.

You have emoted: Gurashi shimmies just once in their excitement, watching the stage with a smile, then a grin.

Ymai tilts her head curiously.

Tikki says, "Nothing like a few technical difficulties to spice things up a bit."

Kennian giggles happily.

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter says to Tikki, "Maybe she should've paid them."

Fillirriqili Skydrifter, Painter of Singular Blizzard says, "Technically they're doing exactly what they're supposed to."

In a clamour of activity, the assistants struggle to bring out the correct painting, finally setting the correct piece upon the easel.

On a background of the cleanest white, soft pastel colors gently represent an abstract vision of the genesis of the Matrix. The perspective is from the side, as if the viewer were flying mid-air to be at eye level with the Nexus. The Matrix itself is an impressionistic representation of its true complexity. Within a thin, silvery circle delineating the edge of the Matrix is just a handful of lines that radiate out from the center. Some lines are long and gracefully curved, sketching out complex arcs that change direction numerous times and stretch from one side of the circle to the other. Other lines are short and straight, complementing the spaces left by the curves. The lines are painted in different pastel colors to create a pleasing harmony to the eye. The lines at first seem chaotic, since they do not represent a full representation of the mandalas the city is known for, giving the viewer a sense that the Nexus is still in the early stages of its formation. Upon further inspection, however, the lines are already following radial symmetry along a surprising number of axes, demonstrating how order can emerge from even the most chaotic origins. Towards the bottom of the canvas are soft, light blue bands representing the Bridges at the center of Hallifax, the more sketched nature of the lines establishing the sense that the scene took place long ago. There are soft splotches of different colors on the Bridges, representing the early citizens who came together to witness the birth of this edifice of power. Overall, the painting, with its light colors, evokes an ethereal sense of the very beginnings of the Matrix and of the birth of the Collective.

You hands fly to your mouth as you give a short gasp of elation.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Ooohhh..."

With a trilling chirp, Couturier Silvanos Lunarose, the Ruffian murmurs, "Is causing problems a job title? Cause that would have been great when I lived here..."

Among the sparkling motes of light, a translucent figure appears in the air and then quickly solidifies as Finley comes into view.

You have emoted: Gurashi cups their face with their hands, looking up at the painting in amazement.

Nepenthe wraps a comforting arm around Finley.

Tikki gives Finley a friendly squeeze.

Silvanos claps their wings together merrily.

Finley wags their tail happily.

With a trilling chirp, Couturier Silvanos Lunarose, the Ruffian says, "Lovely painting."

Duchess Kennian, Arm of Redress thinks to herself: Pastel colors are so pretty.

Finley gives Nepenthe a friendly squeeze.

Kennian nods her head at Silvanos, showing her acceptance.

Finley hugs Tikki compassionately.

Cold, clean breezes eddy through the air, driven indoors by the constant winds that buffet the city.

You think to yourself: The colors are so nicely...

Your wings flap excitedly behind you.

Nepenthe lays out his materials and constructs a plush pillow chair of crimson silk.
Finley gives Nepenthe the once-over, eyeing him suspiciously.
Nepenthe positions a plush pillow chair of crimson silk right next to him for Finley.

Fillirriqili Skydrifter, Painter of Singular Blizzard congratulates the performance on an ornate stage of crystal and gold with some wild clapping.

Finley beams broadly at Nepenthe.

Tikki congratulates an ornate stage of crystal and gold with some wild clapping.

Finley sits themself down on a plush pillow chair of crimson silk and makes themself comfortable.

Ymai nods her head at an ornate stage of crystal and gold.

Finley's ears perk up as their attention turns towards an ornate stage of crystal and gold.

Qillilitli Skydrifter says, "Aha, thank you, assistants! Let's keep this moving along more smoothly!"

You give a wild cheer in the direction of an ornate stage of crystal and gold!

The Mantle of Starlight shimmers and twinkles as the starlit darkness that it is formed of continues its eternal motion.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Art! Art!"

Your wings flap excitedly behind you.

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter congratulates the performance on an ornate stage of crystal and gold with some wild clapping.

Nepenthe Dahyu whispers to Finley, "They had some technical difficulties so you only missed one painting."

Finley beams broadly.

Fillirriqili Skydrifter, Painter of Singular Blizzard says, "This was the one that was skipped."

An incomplete polytope with bright turquoise fractals emits a few delicate clicks as he gently tilts his head to gaze at something of interest.

Finley settles into the chair, cross-legged, watching with curiosity and interest.

Fillirriqili Skydrifter, Painter of Singular Blizzard says, "I believe my sister managed to redirect her errant assistants."

With a shrug, Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter says, "Unpaid interns. You get what you pay for sometimes."

The assistants nod and set to returning the painting with its protective covering before removing it from the stage and setting the next piece forward.

Qillilitli Skydrifter says, "Many of our artists took to illustrating birth and growth, perhaps the ultimate definition of life's new beginnings. The first of these is titled, "A New Hatchling", and it depicts the hatching of a thunderbird egg at dawn, representing the start of a fresh new life."

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Ooh..."

With a trilling chirp, Couturier Silvanos Lunarose, the Ruffian says, "That's why I try to pay my interns, even if it's just with nicer food."

An incomplete polytope with symmetrical, stained-glass wings of fiery ruby whirrs and purrs as she hovers nearby, following closely.
An incomplete polytope with obsidian fractals whirrs and purrs as he hovers nearby, following closely.

The gentle, glowing warmth of a radiant new dawn forms the backdrop for this tranquil watercolour painting of an auroral aerial scene. Streaked with opalescent, windswept cirrus clouds, the sky overhead shimmers in burnished shades of orange and red as the sun peeks over the distant horizon. Silhouetted against the vibrant sky, a pair of birds soars on unseen drafts, their feathery wings spread wide. A towering gemstone spire rises through the centre of the painting, its intricate facets refracting the early rays of sunlight into prismatic sprays of rainbow brilliance. Crowning the top of spire is a large, circular bird's nest, constructed from twigs, moss, metal wires, and strands of crystal. Several eggs lie nestled within, their shells a deep, glistening sapphire-blue and wreathed in tiny, crackling sparks of electricity. One egg is slightly cracked open at the top, revealing the tip of a tiny, pointed golden beak poking curiously upward to investigate the outside world.

"Oooooooooh!" Silvanos says, eyes wide with wonder.

"Wow!" Romaan exclaims!

In an airy, melodic voice, you whisper, "Oooh..."

With a playful lilt, Duchess Kennian, Arm of Redress whispers, "Aww."

Tikki says, "Ooh that is gorgeous."

You have emoted: Gurashi warbles softly, cupping their face. "So pretty."

Evil Bapper Finley Dahyu, Spiceynoodle of Doom exclaims, "What beautiful colours!"

A low, contented growl arises within Nepenthe's chest.

Ymai looks about herself, rubbing her chin thoughtfully.

Couturier Silvanos Lunarose, the Ruffian thinks to themself: I'mma borrow those colours.

Qillilitli Skydrifter says, "Ah, we love the thunderbirds! Aren't they majestic? Here's another beloved avian creature! This painting depicts a rainbow-plumage bird hatching from a crystal egg."

Moving to swap the pieces, the excitable trill walks off the stage with the previous painting just as the disciplined lucidian makes his return with a new article.

Cracking forth from the faceted crystal confines, a magnificent bird of paradise bursts forth haloed by rainbow-hued tail feathers. Wings spread wide, touching the tips of the painting, showcase the variety of colors inlaid in its feathers of nearly every color palette a painter has available. The reflective, multi-chromatic beak shines brightly as it reflects the light, with dark gold eyes that seem to follow observers of the painting. Resting below, standing perfectly upright, a crystal egg glimmers despite playing host to the newborn chick with each facet of the cut gemstone casting rainbow arcs from the refracted light.

You have emoted: Gurashi sways where they sit, one hand folding over their heart as they contently observe the paintings.

Romaan claps his hands together merrily.

Romaan congratulates an ornate stage of crystal and gold with some wild clapping.

Silvanos hums a happy tune.

Tikki thinks to himself: Huh. Now that I think about it, these assistants remind me a bit of Gurashi and Tridemon.

Intern Ymai says, "So this is what I am missing at those critical moments of the end of egg incubation."

Pressing his paws to his cheeks, Nepenthe Dahyu says, "Like a little electric wakabi."

Qillilitli Skydrifter says, "We are graced with something for the nature lovers out there, or I hope you appreciate the symbolism as much as I do! The next painting is titled "An Apocalypse Averted"."

A look of understanding crossing their features, Silvanos nods their head slowly.

The displayed art is again changed out, with the winged assistant confidently strutting onto the stage with painting in hand. The piece is revealed in short order.

Nepenthe swivels his ears towards an ornate stage of crystal and gold, listening with rapt attention.

With a trilling chirp, Couturier Silvanos Lunarose, the Ruffian says to Ymai, "I did wonder what it was like to see my swan hatching."

Silvanos slumps down dejectedly.

Depicted is a land of utter desolation, cracked lands and parched fields creating a bleak and barren tableau of ruin. The cry for succor from the land seems to fall on spiteful ears in the grim and foreboding sky above. For though roiling storm clouds darken the landscape, appearing as though at any moment they could unleash their tempestuous rancour, an indifferent peal of fulminous fury is their only reply. Such devastation has been wrought upon the land that naught is left but stone and ash, save for a single piece of green upon the grey: against all odds a tiny sapling sprouts, its verdant leaves reaching defiantly for the skies above. A single golden ray of light splits the wrothy heavens, its shining resplendence cascading down onto the sapling below and bathing it in its gentle glow. Though the specimen is too young to make out the species, the hale hue of the bark and vibrant veins visible in the leaves makes it clear that the plant is free of any malady, malformation, or misfortune that could hold it back from its full potential.

Your wings flap excitedly behind you.

Duchess Kennian, Arm of Redress directs a round of applause towards an ornate stage of crystal and gold.

In an airy, melodic voice, you whisper, "Ooohhh...."

Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, Ablutant Cheliyi, Lotus upon Cresting Waters says, "Oh...."

With a trilling chirp, Couturier Silvanos Lunarose, the Ruffian says, "Go go, little sprout."

You give a wild cheer in the direction of an ornate stage of crystal and gold!

With a playful lilt, Duchess Kennian, Arm of Redress whispers, "I love that one."

Tikki hums a happy tune.

Cheliyi nods her head at Kennian.

You nod your head sagely.

Ymai nods her head in agreement.

As the trill assistant covers and removes the previous painting from the stage, the lucidian returns, not with a painting but an additional easel. Two more are brought forth by the assistants, flank the previous lone stand in even spaces along the stage. Following this brief change in set, four paintings are brought forth by the assistants and prepared for display.

"Oooooooooh!" Azazilliy says, eyes wide with wonder.

Cheliyi tilts her head curiously.

Fillirriqili Skydrifter, Painter of Singular Blizzard says, "Ooh a set."

Qillilitli Skydrifter says, "We had a particularly inspired artist submit a series of paintings that I adore! The first is titled "Untold Possibilities" - don't you just love that?"

Couturier Silvanos Lunarose, the Ruffian thinks to themself: Oh, not a tryptch.

Azazilliy nods their head emphatically.

Axiom Yilan Skydrifter says, "I love it!"

Fillirriqili Skydrifter, Painter of Singular Blizzard gives a wild cheer in the direction of an ornate stage of crystal and gold!

The spotlight swings to the leftmost painting of the four, and the trill removes the protective cloth to unveil the work of art.

"Yay!", Yilan shouts happily at an ornate stage of crystal and gold.

In an airy, melodic voice, you whisper, "Oh! Oh, series..."

You chirp happily.

Kennian claps her hands together merrily.

Depicting a large, pulsating egg grasped gingerly in insectoid hands, this canvas is awash in tones of burnt sienna and ultramarine. A faint aura of vitality radiates from the amber-hued egg, implying that a robust lifeform dwells within. The vibrant blues comprising the segmented fingers which support the precious cargo convey a subtle reverence and hope for a story yet untold.

Repeating Tli's words to themselves softly, you say, "I love that yes."

You tilt your head curiously.

Qillilitli Skydrifter says, ""Untold Possibilities" indeed! The next work of the series is titled "Gratitude for a Guardian"."

Noting the cue, the spotlight moves to the second painting in the set as the lucidian uncovers the art.

Cast in the scarce natural light of the Undervault, an insectoid kephera adolescent features prominently in this painting. Her body curled defensively inward as she sits upon a jagged rock surrounded by the tumultuous waves of the Undersea, the youth weakly clutches a half-eaten eel carcass to her chest. Although her body language expresses fear and reluctance, the faintest of smiles can be recognized upon her lips, and her multi-faceted gaze is directed toward the viewer, giving the sense that she may consider them responsible for her improving well-being.

Deep in thought, Nepenthe leans his cheek on his hand.

Cheliyi watches each painting, a faint frown tugging at her lips.

You think to yourself: *an internal twitch, curious and instinctively jarring*.

You tilt your head curiously.

Your wings flap excitedly behind you.

You think to yourself: *curious and curiouser - who?*.

Qillilitli Skydrifter says, "Ah, fond memories are coming back to me; we love the kephera! "A Youth's Ambition" is the next piece in the sequence."

A gelatinous seal lazily snacks on his bread. <-- good boy

As the beam of light passes over the lucidian, his crystal surface glints with a reflected brilliance. The spotlight rests upon the third painting, which the trill happily unveils.

Yilan pets a gelatinous seal ingratiatingly.

This painting comprises a multitude of bright, cheery hues, serving to better accentuate the triumphant joy upon the face of the kephera youth at its point of focus. The child hefts a spear above their head, its tip wickedly sharp and somewhat bestial in nature, perhaps derived from a formidable creature far beyond the capabilities of the inexperienced young trainee. Off to the side of the jubilant adolescent is a much older, regal specimen, who looks upon his ward with a mixture of pride and uncertainty.

Azazilliy beams broadly at a gelatinous seal.

Comprehension flashes across Yilan's face.

You have emoted: Gurashi continues to stare up at the painting, wide-eyed, curious.

Intern Ymai says, "Ah, watching one's offspring grow up. Tumultuous times, indeed."

Qillilitli Skydrifter says, "Wrapping up this painting series is the final artwork, simply titled "Negligence"."

Allowing all four pieces of the set to be revealed, the final painting is illuminated and, with a somber expression from the lucidian, displayed for viewing.

A look of understanding crossing their features, Azazilliy nods their head slowly.

Nepenthe gulps nervously.

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter says, "A turn."

Fillirriqili Skydrifter, Painter of Singular Blizzard says to Ymai, "Ahhh foreshadowinnng."

Ono flares and fills the area with holy light, driving away all shadows and darkness.

Silvanos stares blankly into space.

Cheliyi narrows her eyes to thin slits.

Dark, earthy tones with a bright smear of crimson adorn this painting of a tragedy visited upon what was once a warm, serene kephera nursery. Incubators have been toppled over, their liquid contents free to seep into the cracks of the natural cavern floor. More substantially, several large amber eggs have been smashed or broken open, the lives contained within irrevocably snuffed out, never to develop into anything of worth. Lying in a pile next to their ruined charges are the corpses of a few kephera nurses, their features nearly unrecognizable beneath the viscera and grime. An illuminated doorway is situated in the background of the piece; the grim silhouettes of an unidentifiable warrior and their canine companion stand within, their bloody business visibly at an end. <-- BRIGHT RED AF

Azazilliy blinks.

Cheliyi glances askance.

Fillirriqili peers about himself unscrupulously.

Fillirriqili squints suspiciously at Romaan.

You have emoted: Gurashi's ears flatten immediately, and they scrunch their face.

Fillirriqili squints suspiciously at Dudley, the celestial mastiff.
Dudley, the celestial mastiff's ears rise and sharpen into tight triangles as she stares vigilantly at Fillirriqili.

(OOC Clan): You say, "Shock! Awe!"
(OOC Clan): You say, "Art!"
(OOC Clan): You say, "Everyone will talk about it."
(OOC Clan): Yilan says, "A R T."

Ablutant Cheliyi, Lotus upon Cresting Waters thinks to herself: **unease.**.

Finley wrinkles their nose in distaste.

Ymai looks about herself, rubbing her chin thoughtfully.

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter whispers to Kxikcia, "I don't think I'm bidding on this one.."

Intern Ymai says, "Tumultuous, indeed."

Fillirriqili Skydrifter, Painter of Singular Blizzard says, "Maybe it'll come in a set."

Silvanos ponders the situation.

Axiom Yilan Skydrifter says, "Yes, you must buy sets."

As the series of paintings has completed its display, the exhibition assistants move to cover each and delicately move the art off stage. The extra easels are removed, returning to the solo format where the spotlight recenters.

Fillirriqili Skydrifter, Painter of Singular Blizzard says, "Have to collect them all."

Fillirriqili nods his head at Yilan.

Yilan nods their head at Fillirriqili.

Silvanos snickers softly to themself.

Qillilitli Skydrifter says, "Well that took a dark turn! Let us continue with something a bit more lighthearted. The artist of our next painting expressed that this piece emphasizes the significance of found family, even accompanied by the element of surprise. This is called "Where Did All the Ducks Go?"."

You have emoted: Gurashi waits until they hear the shuffling of movement back on the stage, cracking open an eye before rising to sit upright again, their earlier delight somewhat deflated.

The trill assistant returns to the stage hoisting a new painting, which is set upon the easel and revealed with a bright smile.

Couturier Silvanos Lunarose, the Ruffian thinks to themself: The ducks have started to follow me, I think.

Rendered in careful strokes of warm, tawny hues tending towards mahogany, nectarine, and fawn, a sense of homey warmth emanates from the subject of this canvas. In the centre, a gingery-orange and cream tabby cat lounges on a plush cobalt-blue rug, while a traditional fireplace creates a cosy backdrop, complete with a crackling fire and framed pictures upon the mantelpiece. In the midst of this tidily-furnished interior setting, a riot of yellow splotches irregularly decorates the carpet in fluffy profusion: seven tiny ducklings, waddling precariously towards the feline. A perfect snapshot of unexpected parenthood, the cat appears bewildered by the imminent approach of the feathery invaders, its ears ever-so-slightly laid back and its tail curling in the air in confused concern. Meanwhile, the ducklings are happily clambering into the cosy half-moon of the cat's furry belly, crowding together for warmth. Tucked away behind a large, leafy houseplant in the back corner, a pair of adult ducks appears to be wearily snoozing, their heads tucked under their wings.

"Heh heh heh" Silvanos chuckles.

Fillirriqili Skydrifter, Painter of Singular Blizzard says, "Cute."

You nod your head emphatically.

Kennian nods her head in agreement.

Tikki says, "And people say perfect paintings don't exist."

Finley wags their tail happily.

Fillirriqili Skydrifter, Painter of Singular Blizzard says, "Or is this yet another foreshadowed doom."

Cheliyi's expression softens.

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter says, ".. is this a set as well?"

Mmellialleh Skydrifter asks, "This isn't a two part set right?"

You glance askance at Fillirriqili.

With a trilling chirp, Couturier Silvanos Lunarose, the Ruffian says, "I hope not."

Mmellialleh winces in pain.

You have emoted: Gurashi's ears, still flat atop their head, twitch a little as they return their gaze to the stage, blinking owlishly.

Qillilitli Skydrifter says, "The next painting is titled, "The Power of the Deal", and the artist wished to convey that thoughtful mediation may yield auspicious beginnings and understandings, even among unusual sources. Diplomacy and empathy can go a long way to newfound success!"

The art is again swapped, with the trill exiting the stage as the lucidian assistant brings forth the next painting for viewing pleasure.

Couturier Silvanos Lunarose, the Ruffian thinks to themself: :angry suspicious sounds:.

Cheliyi gently places a hand atop your's.

This painting is diagonally bisected into two notably dissonant themes. In the upper left, a panoply of crystalline spires comprising diamond, turquoise, sapphire, and amethyst shine with resplendant, prismatic light in variegated hues, erupting from their multitude facets. As the gemstone-laden constructions sprawl towards the centre, the scene coalesces and morphs into a dense thicket of flora that dominates the lower right portion of the scene. Leaves and vines dance in shades of bright chartreuse to forest green, while flowers of plum and ivory bloom amidst the lush vegetation. In the left foreground, wispy cloud tendrils form an arm and transmute into a trill's frost-rimed hand, distinguished by their talon-like nails. On the right, reaching forward to clasp a single fingertip of the trill are two petite hands of a pixie-like faeling. The slender forearms grow outward into bark-covered appendages that weave into a tangle of bramble and merge with the surrounding foliage. The peculiar handshake is suffused in an ethereal glow, indicative of the power and solidarity behind the deal - the start of perhaps an auspicious arrangement.

Silvanos purses their lips pensively, gazing off into the distance as they carefully gather their thoughts.

With a playful lilt, Duchess Kennian, Arm of Redress whispers, "All the colors. So beautiful."

Ymai looks about herself, rubbing her chin thoughtfully.

Indigo suns and saffron stars twinkle luminously upon Nepenthe's opalescent silk armband as evanescent lashes of cool flame dance among them.

Qillilitli Skydrifter says, "Is everybody still awake? I hope so! Our next work of art follows a similar theme of hope in the face of a new beginning, though these are not always happy occasions. I particularly appreciated that this piece captures the sometimes hardships of change. This painting depicts a quiet, golden hillside with a lone olive tree."

Kennian giggles happily.

You think to yourself: *for a time, a dissonance, a disconnect, the stage is happening and art is happening and it is colorful and joyful, they think, but they are for a time elsewhere, lost in the distant sounds of the city, the chimes and sound of rain beating on the crystals - then, they are back, looking at the flora within the painting curiously*.

Intern Ymai says, "One wonders at what deal was struck."

Romaan leans forward in anticipation.

The next painting is brought to the stage in bounding leaps by the trill assistant.

Yilan nods their head at Ymai, showing their acceptance.

A young man, tanned skin kissed of the sun and golden locks long enough to cover his ears, sits alone looking forlornly out from his perch upon the peak of the hill under an old olive tree. His gaze falls to the horizon which looms far into fields of gold, created from swaying wheat that ripples with the wind. The sky, colored in shades of orange and pink, reveals a coming dawn with the wispy clouds of morning painted in outlines of gold with blots of azure from the escaping night. The sadness in the man's purple eyes contrasts with the glorious dawn forming, but the light of the morning begins to twinkle in the tear drops in the corner of his eyes as if hope is just a moment away.

Cheliyi gives you a friendly squeeze.

A crystalline poppy with inlaid smoke displays a myriad of brilliant colours before its petals shift to the shade of burnished bronze in the blink of an eye.

Tikki thinks to himself: Oh yeah, this trill really reminds me of Gurashi heh.

Kennian pets an adolescent Nyalian mastiff ingratiatingly.
A adolescent Nyalian mastiff's ears rise and sharpen into tight triangles as he stares vigilantly at Kennian.

Romaan pets Dudley, the celestial mastiff ingratiatingly.
As Romaan scratches her, Dudley takes her big paw and drapes it across his forearm, pulling his hand to her chest.

Deep in thought, Finley leans their cheek on their paw.

(OOC Clan): Ymai says, "... what was I supposed to be doing with STAGE LOOK?"
(OOC Clan): Calioliahali says, "You can look at Qilli but."
(OOC Clan): You say, "I haven't seen any other costumes to look at aside Tli."
(OOC Clan): Calioliahali says, "There are no props."
(OOC Clan): Yilan says, "Looking at how gorgeous tli is."
(OOC Clan): Yilan says, "Of course."
(OOC Clan): Yilan says, "Uwu."

Qillilitli Skydrifter says, "There were several abstract pieces submitted; this one is titled "The First Stroke", and I believe it well-embodies our theme of "New Beginnings" in the context of our arts, quite literally! I hope you can appreciate the symbolism as I did."

Cheliyi leans her head against your shoulder, watching the stage with a pensive expression.

You have emoted: Gurashi considers the stage, feathery ears rising finally, slowly, their interest returning. They accept Cheliyi's hand, squeezing it back.

With measured strides, the lucidian assistant carries a new painting to the easel.

Tikki says, "There's so many lovely and well thought out pieces."

At first glance, this canvas seems to have been left intentionally blank - save for a single stroke of midnight blue oil paint - but on closer inspection, one can just make out chalk shapes and outlines that resemble the beginning stages of transferring a sketch from page to canvas. The shade of the chalk and canvas matching so closely means that the lines present could form nearly any image without difficulty, depending on which the artist chooses to emphasize or downplay. Even the single streak of paint seems to tremble in anticipation of what it might become later, the artist's brush clearly hesitating before making a bold strike into the unknown.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Yes yes..."

Your eyes bug out as you boggle in amazement.

You think to yourself: *immediate interest - their eye is caught by this - they like this*.

Sir Romaan D'Varden, Knight of the Paladins says, "For someone who has no artistic talent, they are all amazine works of art."

Your wings flap excitedly behind you.

Duchess Kennian, Arm of Redress thinks to herself: Oh now that's amazing. Easy favorite.

Quietly, you say, "I like this."

You nod your head at Kennian.

Cheliyi squints at the painting, adjusting her spectacles.

Kennian beams broadly at you.

Ablutant Cheliyi, Lotus upon Cresting Waters thinks to herself: ... it's just a paint strokes...?

Ymai nods her head emphatically.

You have emoted: Gurashi wiggles a little in their spot, watching the stage in fascination still.

Qillilitli Skydrifter says, "This next painting is titled "A Bear In A Blizzard", and the artist hopes that the viewer takes away the message that first impressions may later yield hidden depths. It is one of my favourites; reminds me of home!"

You face lights up as you smile brightly at Cheliyi.

You give Cheliyi a friendly squeeze.

An incomplete polytope with obsidian fractals whirrs and purrs as he hovers nearby, following closely.

Nepenthe hooks an arm around Finley and pat their shoulder and giving them a little squeeze as he stays attentively focused on an ornate stage of crystal and gold.

Transitioning smoothly to the next artwork, the trill assistant brings forth another piece as the lucidian exits the stage with the protected painting.

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter says, "Home!"

Fillirriqili Skydrifter, Painter of Singular Blizzard says, "Home!"


Mmellialleh smiles softly.

Ymai tilts her head curiously.

Brushed with faint tonalities of cerulean, lavender, and cobalt to add layers of depth and light, a triangular patch of black paint shines wetly from the centre of this massive, perfectly white canvas. Upon first glance, the intricately detailed and contoured shape may appear to be a mere prelude to a full portrait, but a closer examination divulges an aesthetic encapsulation of the frigid climes of the Icewynd. With brush strokes both soft and harsh, varied shades of eggshell, alabaster, and porcelain are brushed into the canvas, the oil paints layering upon one another over and over to create a textured landscape. The outline of the creature is nigh-indiscernible but for its nose, though faint impressions of shadow and light hint at the bear's movement or posture. A particular curving stroke of the brush implies that it is curled in a ball and slumbering serenely, whereas another series of parallel lines suggests it is in the midst of stalking prey. The painting has been set in a frame of opaque white crystal inset with polished shards of translucent blue glass, lending to the icy nature of this snow-driven portrait.

Your wings flap excitedly behind you.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Oohhhh."

You tilt your head curiously at Azazilliy.

You tilt your head curiously at Fillirriqili.

Silvanos snickers softly to themself.

In an airy, melodic voice, you ask, "You guys are from near Icewynds yes?"

In an airy, melodic voice, you ask, "From a place near there?"

You ponder the situation.

Calioliahali Skydrifter says to you, "Yes."

The sound of buffeting wings is briefly audible.

Smiling, you say, "It is a lovely painting."

Luce enters from the northeast, emanating an aura of immense power.

Tikki gives Luce a peck on the cheek.

Nepenthe flashes Luce a joyous smile.

With a flourish of his arm, Luce bows deeply.

Luce snuggles up close to Tikki, looking happy and content.

Finley snuggles up close to Nepenthe and leans comfortably on him.

Nepenthe Dahyu smiles and says, "Y'like bears hmmh?"

Azazilliy sighs wistfully. "Home."

Mmellialleh points accusingly at Ghwer, the calar battle bear.

Nepenthe grins and nods at Finley.

Taking a deep breath and speaking with calculated measure, Qillilitli Skydrifter says, "Moving on to the next, this piece, titled "Dreams of Winter", came with very explicit instructions from the artist - "let it speak for itself"."

Childishly, Finley sticks their tongue out at Nepenthe.

Your wings flap excitedly behind you.

The lucidian and trill swap paintings again, with a new artwork set upon the display stand. As the protective cloth is removed by the lucidian, the colours of his crystalline body abruptly shift as he frets about bringing the wrong piece to the stage. He looks to Qillilitli who gives a quick reassuring thumbs-up. Glancing back to the canvas and upon further inspection, the assistant shakes his head in embarrassment and moves to the side, allowing the audience to perceive the piece, despite his tumultuously changing colours.

Cheliyi tilts her head curiously.

This pristine canvas has been meticulously framed with nary a wrinkle in sight. At first glance, the seemingly empty canvas is just that - a yet unrealised invitation to a meandering dream. Closer gaze reveals faint flurries of snow imposed upon an otherwise bleak backdrop of snow in whimsical brushstrokes of whites, off-whites, a riotous kaleidoscopic maelstrom of over fifty different variegated shades of grey. Utterly fluffy textured clouds shimmer with an inner throbbing glow and cover the depicted mid-Urlachmar skies, a representation of shadowed stormclouds intercepting the undoubtedly blinding incandescent beams of sunlight struggling to breach the cumulonimbus clouds of the ponderous blizzard. Bearing a resemblance to the coat of freshly fallen virgin snow upon these desolate wintry plains, the yet unsoiled painting catches the ambient light and reflects it with a muted glow. Cushioned within banks of wispy clouds, a multitude of buried cloudberry which amalgate into pointed rows encased by the layers of hoarfrost formed upon their silvered vines. Flashes of soft blue peek through the vaporous haze that has been cast upon the orchards within, the berries upon the delicate tendrils below snaking up through the otherwise blank and clouded terrains, tentatively nudging the whiteness aside like the tentacles of a glowing firefly squid rising from the depths of the Inner Sea. Comfortably insulated, the thus ensconced plants rest in their rows upon the painted ground, braving the oppressive snowy blanket as faint rounded mounds in the otherwise unblemished expanse waiting patiently for the coming of spring that would bring with it the blossom of life beginning anew. Faintly outlined in the lower right corner of the painting is the gelatinous seal of a feathered master artist paused halfway into the careful construction of a cubical dwelling from its surrounding snow.

(OOC Clan): Cheliyi says, "MY EYES."
(OOC Clan): Calioliahali says, ":')"
(OOC Clan): Cheliyi says, "*screams*."

Silvanos utters a deep, rumbling laugh.

In an airy, melodic voice, you whisper, "Oooh."

Axiom Yilan Skydrifter says, "Revolutionary."

Intern Ymai exclaims, "Cloudberries!"

Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, Ablutant Cheliyi, Lotus upon Cresting Waters whispers to you, "Why are we looking at a blank canvas."

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter says, "Revolutionary..."

Mmellialleh Skydrifter says to Cheliyi, "Art!"

You have emoted: Gurashi's plumage trembles. "It - it's art."

Silvanos whispers something quietly to Cheliyi.

A gelatinous seal hums a happy tune.

With a trilling chirp, Couturier Silvanos Lunarose, the Ruffian says to Cheliyi, "I think different races can see different colours?"

Folding their wings so they can reach them easily, Silvanos preens their wings happily, straightening out the disheveled feathers.

You have emoted: Gurashi warbles in confusion.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "I-it is ..."

You have emoted: Gurashi looks to Yilan, then Azazilliy, repeating. "Revolutionary."

Luce looks about himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

Tikki whispers, "It's not quite blank, Cheliyi has some vision problems."

An incomplete polytope with obsidian fractals emits a few delicate clicks as he gently tilts his head to gaze at something of interest.

Tikki whispers to Cheliyi, "We'll try and get you some close up looks later, okay?"

Nepenthe nods slowly, murmuring words of agreement with the others as he discreetly lifts a wizzer image box.

Nepenthe lifts up a wizzer image box and points it at an incomplete polytope with obsidian fractals, pulling a lever on the side of the contraption. It begins to click and whirr, and a bulb rises up from the contraption. With a bright flash, you find yourself blinded momentarily. As your vision recovers, you notice a piece of paper floating into Nepenthe's hands from the machine.

Azazilliy gives Nepenthe the once-over, eyeing him suspiciously.

Tikki giggles happily at Nepenthe.

Taking up a small piece of paper from the podium and squinting a bit to read, Qillilitli Skydrifter says, "Per the artist's notes, the next work of abstract impressionism has an intentionally obscured and vague subject. The painter was inspired by memories of early explorations with their dearest comrade; despite their journey being illuminated by only the faintest glow of a new moon, they were yet mesmerized by the way the light reflected from both their company and the surrounding waters. The artist hopes that all of their fellow comrades will similarly reflect upon the unquestionable brilliance and superiority of this Beacon of Harmony we call home, even in the darkest of nights."

Innocently, Nepenthe Dahyu says, "Some weather we're having."

Axiom Yilan Skydrifter says, "Lots of lightning but I don't hear thunder."

Nepenthe Dahyu says to Yilan, "Weird huh?"

Placing her notes down, Qillilitli Skydrifter says, "Whew, wanted to make sure I got that right! A beautiful sentiment indeed; here is the piece "Of Lightless Reflections"."

Axiom Yilan Skydrifter says, "Very."

Still slightly embarrassed at his confusion, the lucidian promptly takes the confusing painting and exits the stage. The trill assistant looks all too amused as they bring up the next artwork for display.

Bold swathes of deep cerulean, celadon, and vibrant turquoise merge into layers of colour that play backdrop to this abstract painting, the collective bluish-green colours reminiscent of the complex shades of the Basin's deepest seas. A wealth of common, wayward streaks of paint decorate the foreground alongside ripples of tinted horizontality, creating a textured look and feel to the artwork. In one corner, a single brushstroke forms a perfect circle dappled in dark, mottled greys and blacks, a sliver of startling luminous white forming a slender crescent within. The clear mimicry of a new moon is eclipsed by seemingly errant brushstrokes of refulgent powder blue converging to form two blurred semicircles of parallel concavity, vertical lines loosely attached to each arc extending from the peak of the canvas to its base. The sweeping bands of cloudberry blue and shimmering contours manifest in what could be, by some stretch of the imagination, the artist's interpretation of a crystalline beauty's profile, each stroke placed with evident intention contrasting the overall chaos of coloured pigment.

Duchess Kennian, Arm of Redress gives a wild cheer in the direction of an ornate stage of crystal and gold!

You have emoted: Gurashi leans forward to study the painting, their gray eyes wide.

You give a wild cheer in the direction of an ornate stage of crystal and gold!

Silvanos hums a happy tune.

In an airy, melodic voice, you whisper, "Oh, so pretty."

With a playful lilt, Duchess Kennian, Arm of Redress says, "All the blues!"

Qillilitli Skydrifter says, "We had a few other paintings that depicted various adventures; what are new beginnings if not a venture into the unknown? To kick off this theme, we have a ridiculous painting of a mage marshaling an army of chocolate bunnies - not my words, folks!"

Kennian giggles happily.

The lucidian assistant returns to the stage with renewed composure, and he dutifully unveils the art, this time without overly examining the depiction.

You have emoted: Gurashi tucks their wings back against their back best they can, wriggling their nose.

In what looks to be the water-covered streets of New Celest with the Pool of Stars in the background, a merian mage, her figure adorned in azure robes, stands at the front of an army of small, chocolate bunny rabbits with glowing red eyes filled with malevolence. Surrounding the flanks along the street as the woman marches her army to the Pool of Stars are statues, or what seems to be citizens turned into statues as some still have exposed skin. The rabbits maintain formation in perfect rows, even as some melt away in the warm waters of the streets, causing the chocolate to spread to only be stepped on by the survivors of the thermal assault. The woman's eyes gleam wildly as she turns back to look behind her, her mind maddened by sugar and evil.

Sir Romaan D'Varden, Knight of the Paladins whispers, "Chocolate."

You close your eyes and inhale deeply, absorbing the scent of your surroundings.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "...masterpiece."

Silvanos twitches spasmodically.

Mmellialleh Skydrifter whispers, "Gross."

You have emoted: Gurashi covers their mouth.

With a trilling chirp, Couturier Silvanos Lunarose, the Ruffian whispers, "The bunnies!"

Silvanos flails about helplessly.

(OOC Clan): Yilan says, "Sugar spawns evil. give your children celery and seltzer."
(OOC Clan): You say, "I love it."

A wry smile spreads across Finley's face.

You think to yourself: *a m u s e m e n t*.

Whispering, you say, "I thinks it is a joke."

Azazilliy blinks.

Kennian pulls her legs up under her, criss-crossing at the ankles. She removes her weight from Dudley, putting her elbows on her knees and resting her cheeks in her palms with a wide smile.

Nepenthe Dahyu looks surprised and says, "Gosh, that could be Coraline if she were a merian."

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "I likes it."

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter says to you, "Is this what New Celest looks like?"

In an airy, melodic voice, you say to Azazilliy, "Not normally so many bunnies."

A look of understanding crossing their features, Azazilliy nods their head slowly.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say to Azazilliy, "Will give you tour sometimes still remember yes."

Clearing her throat, Qillilitli Skydrifter says, "Before we present this next piece, I wanted to announce that the Grand Commonwealth of Hallifax neither endorses nor condones the actions that are illustrated in the artworks presented today. With that said, let us view this totally not controversial piece of a woman wading through red seaweed-covered shores."

Dudley, the celestial mastiff looks sadly at Kennian.

Dudley, the celestial mastiff moves to the other side of Romaan.

Luce raises an eyebrow questioningly.

Azazilliy nods their head at you.

You flap your wings excitedly at Azazilliy, gusting the air about them.

Ymai ponders the situation.

You look at an ornate stage of crystal and gold hopefully.

With a playful lilt, Duchess Kennian, Arm of Redress says to Dudley, the celestial mastiff, "Don't want to smoosh you!"

Silvanos peers about themself unscrupulously.

Aethen arrives from the northeast.

Azazilliy gives Lorina the once-over, eyeing her suspiciously.

Lorina hums a happy tune.

You stare at an ornate stage of crystal and gold, eyes wide.

Tikki pats Lorina in a friendly manner.

Couturier Silvanos Lunarose, the Ruffian thinks to themself: Am I going to get fed to bunnies??

(OOC Clan): Lorina says, "This better be red."

Kennian flashes Aethen a joyous smile.

Shedding their normal upbeat demeanor, the trill assistant tentatively walks upon the stage with a nervous look, following the painting's introduction with disclaimer. The art is quickly unveiled as the trill swiftly moves to the side, glancing back to glimpse the piece.

Dudley, the celestial mastiff gives Kennian a soft wuff.

Smirking confidently, Nepenthe and Kaiyo, the lucid Dream casually bump fists.

A beautiful woman of sapphire and silver adornments wades through seawater filled with a sanguine seaweed that seems to cling hungrily to her. Her face shows no emotion other than a half-smile as she points into the distance out of the view of the painting along the shore with what looks to be the seaweed lurching in movement following her direction. Her other hand is wrapped tightly by the seaweed, with what seems to be blood dripping down her fingertips into the waters below and running down the leaves. The skirts of her white opalescent gown are stained in blood from the sea she walks through, either from the kelp or of the blood offered. <-- magenta

(OOC Clan): Lorina says, "Yaaas."
(OOC Clan): Qillilitli says, "Girl."

Aethen gives a painting of Rhapsody in White to Calioliahali Skydrifter.
<-- Cali comes and goes

(OOC Clan): Aethen says, "I'm such a procrastinator."
(OOC Clan): Qillilitli says, "This is chaos."

Intern Ymai says, "... I have never seen this figure being depicted in the painting before in my life."

Ymai looks about herself, rubbing her chin thoughtfully.

You have emoted: Gurashi stares at the painting, hands in their lap, expression impossible to read.

You huff, puffing your cheeks.

Lorina glances askance at Ymai.

Deadpan, Fillirriqili Skydrifter, Painter of Singular Blizzard says, "Most definitely not anyone we have ever seen nor acknowledged at all."

Kennian leans way over, keeping her same pose, and bumps her head lovingly against Dudley's before righting herself and watching the stage intently.

Azazilliy nods their head at Fillirriqili.

Tikki says, "It is a mystery. A mystery wrapped in an enigma."

You narrow your eyes at Tikki, canting your head and peering at him suspiciously.

Golden shades radiate from your chest and your heart beats faster with newly-appeared determination.

Silvanos rapidly checks that they still have everything they need for a rapid evacuation if called for.

Tikki giggles happily.

Sir Romaan D'Varden, Knight of the Paladins says, "Wrapped in a burrito."

Romaan nods his head sagely.

Mmellialleh blinks.

Finley licks their lips.

Luce creases his brow in a frown.

Flashing a winsome smile, Qillilitli Skydrifter says, "Right! So a magpie just flew backstage and delivered a last-minute painting, and we're accommodating if anything! Let's slot this in there! Assistants, if you could please come fetch this here."

Fillirriqili Skydrifter, Painter of Singular Blizzard says, "Sounds like an enigma to me. Whatever that is."

Aethen glances about, his body turning a hazy shade of grey.

"Nice!" Nepenthe says to Aethen with an enthusiastic thumbs up.

Silvanos purses their lips at an ornate stage of crystal and gold while they carefully gather their thoughts.

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter says, "A magpie!"

Azazilliy ponders Calioliahali thoughtfully, looking her up and down.

Nepenthe Dahyu says to Aethen, "You're like a hero of deadline-pushing."

Qillilitli Skydrifter says, "Well, I have no idea what we're about to see, but I caught that the title was "Rhapsody in White"! Let's give it a look!"

Aethen winks knowingly.

"Heh heh heh" Silvanos chuckles.

Nepenthe's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Couturier Silvanos Lunarose, the Ruffian thinks to themself: I could go for pie.

Kaiyo, the lucid Dream shakes her mane, dislodging a mote from within that solidifies into a plate bearing a mysterious substance slathering an unknown meat with a tortilla folded around it.

Tikki takes a curious chocolate chip cookie from a fesix bag of carrying.

Azazilliy blinks.

Luce blinks incredulously at Kaiyo, the lucid Dream.

"Uhh..." stalls Silvanos.

Tikki gives a curious chocolate chip cookie to Couturier Silvanos Lunarose, the Ruffian.

You have emoted: Gurashi reaches up, gently rubbing at their collarbone, watching the stage expectantly.

"Oooooooooh!" Silvanos says to a curious chocolate chip cookie, eyes wide with wonder.

Silvanos puts their nose over a curious chocolate chip cookie and inhales.

Fillirriqili Skydrifter, Painter of Singular Blizzard congratulates the performance on an ornate stage of crystal and gold with some wild clapping.

The assistants scramble to remove the previous painting and set the unexpected entry into the show. They sigh in relief as they manage to place it upon the easel for viewing.

Silvanos tentatively sticks out their tongue and licks a curious chocolate chip cookie.

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter gives a wild cheer in the direction of an ornate stage of crystal and gold!

Silvanos consumes a curious chocolate chip cookie leisurely, seeming to enjoy every bite.

Romaan gives an ornate stage of crystal and gold a wild cheer!

Tikki congratulates an ornate stage of crystal and gold with some wild clapping.

You give a wild cheer in the direction of an ornate stage of crystal and gold!

Azazilliy sways back and forth.

At first glance the canvas of this painting seems to be completely blank, stark white in its appearance. Upon closer examination though, it is revealed to be comprised of a multitude of shades of white. Each brush stroke carries a slightly different shade than its neighbor, and the artist has painstakingly painted a fractal design comprised of a multitude of triangles. Each side of the triangles are painted in shades such as snow, ivory, floral white, white smoke, vanilla, bone, cream, and antique white among many others.

Silvanos rubs their chin thoughtfully, raises their eyebrow and says, "I see..."

(OOC Clan): Lorina says, "I was going to make a comment of like "All of these whites" and stopped."
(OOC Clan): Lorina says, "Very un-Karen of me."

Intern Ymai says, "Ah. I like fractals."

In an airy, melodic voice, you whisper, "Ooh... the shapies."

Acknowledging Ymai's point to be true, Silvanos nods their head gravely at her.

Your wings flap excitedly behind you.

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter says, "Triangles!"

You see the following people here:
Cheliyi, Ayisdra, Luce, Romaan, Mmellialleh, Kennian, Yilan, Calioliahali, Nepenthe, Fillirriqili, Ymai, Lorina, Aethen, Finley, Silvanos, Kxikcia, Tikki, Azazilliy, Gurashi.

Aethen gazes at an ornate stage of crystal and gold as his body suddenly lights up with a cheerful, citrine yellow glow.

With a trilling chirp, Couturier Silvanos Lunarose, the Ruffian says, "Triangles are very sturdy shapes."

Silvanos nods their head sagely.

Qillilitli Skydrifter says, "Well, that could have been better emphasized, but we got it in! This next painting takes on the themes of adventure and experimentation. Titled "Seeking Inspiration", the artist noted that this piece was crafted following an unlikely yet enlightening mission; inspiration can come from anywhere and anything, often borne from the mere act of trying. That's a mantra for me!"

Aethen's usually expressionless face turns up into a smirk of satisfaction.

Scratching his chin, Nepenthe Dahyu says, "'Looks blank but check again' seems to be a theme of Halli art."

Possibly fearing further display, the trill moves to quickly cover the painting and move it off the stage. A new piece is set upon the golden easel.

Silvanos snickers softly to themself.

Sir Romaan D'Varden, Knight of the Paladins says, "It plays tricks on the eyes."

With a trilling chirp, Couturier Silvanos Lunarose, the Ruffian says, "I always liked plants too much for that."

In a wash of midnight blue with wisps of white and cyan hues, the backdrop of this scene features a many-tiered fountain of water cascading into vast glistening pools below. At the apex rests a ceramic urn of celestial starlight, shining brilliantly as rendered in bright brushstrokes. Curiously, a grey-feathered trill appears to be leaning toward the aquatic structure, his mouth agape with extended tongue mere inches from its surface. At his side is a translucent reddish-hued seal with golden flecks splashing playfully about with his odd pseudopods. There are other adventurers depicted amidst the marine wildlife; one snow-feathered trill takes particular interest in a sapphire and pearlescent cream flying fish, adopting a curious expression as she appears to assess its suitabaility for some unknown purpose. A dwarf with an impressive ginger beard is intently foraging any fish he can manage to carry in his burly arms, his look somewhere between wonder and consternation. With bent knee upon the watery ground, an ebon-feathered trill furiously scribes a hasty note on a piece of origami, her flashing sapphirine eyes almost boring a hole into the paper. Beside her is a stoic roseate-feathered trill wielding a bloodied greatsword who offers a limp starfish to her kneeling compatriot. While the scene is one of bustling calamity amidst what would otherwise be a serene setting, the water-logged troupe's industry and earnest curiosity are undeniable despite their looking out-of-place.

With a playful lilt, Duchess Kennian, Arm of Redress says, "It's good! Because sometimes you don't recognize that your new beginnings are.. new beginnings!"

Finley grins and nods at Nepenthe.

Holding a mirrored vambrace close to his ear, Romaan listens intently as his head is framed by a halo of slate-hued smoke.

Duchess Kennian, Arm of Redress thinks to herself: Oh more blues!

Silvanos snickers softly to themself.

Calioliahali Skydrifter says to Romaan, "Does this particular piece evoke anything in particular for you, Sir Romaan?"

With a trilling chirp, Couturier Silvanos Lunarose, the Ruffian says, "I don't....advise....licking unknown or even very well known things unless you are prepared for the outcomes..."

Silvanos purses their lips pensively, gazing off into the distance as they carefully gather their thoughts.

Aethen stares at an ornate stage of crystal and gold, his body suddenly turning a cheerful ruby then a gentle cerulean, before becoming a warm topaz and then repeating the colours.

Intern Ymai asks, "Pseudopods?"

Axiom Yilan Skydrifter says, "Pseudopods."

Ablutant Cheliyi, Lotus upon Cresting Waters has left the realm of Lusternia.

Your wings flap excitedly behind you.

Qillilitli Skydrifter says, "We will conclude this great art exhibition with another piece along the subject of innovation. It is titled "Beginning of an Experiment", and it illustrates the first step of a scientific experiment by a Hallifaxian researcher. The marriage of science and art - is there anything more beautiful?"

In an airy, melodic voice, you whisper, "...it is art of science."

You murmur softly to yourself.

Bringing the final piece of art to the stage, the trill bounds in with painting in tow. The protective cloth is removed to reveal the artwork.

Aethen wildly fingers his fingernail.

Silvanos stares blankly into space.

The interior of an immaculate laboratory gleams in the cold blue luminescence cast by numerous crystal conduits channeling shimmering energy along the polished white walls. Tall workstations and spacious desks are scattered throughout the room, their surfaces neatly arranged with intricate timepieces, chronometers, accelerometers, oscilloscopes, temporal resonators, modulators, scalpels, and even a void blaster, as well as an array of crystals and gemstones. A tall, slender trill researcher stands in the centre of the laboratory, her long white coat contrasting starkly with the rich obsidian-black feathers of her downy crest and grandly sweeping wings. Her crystalline periwinkle-blue eyes narrowed in thought, she regards her surroundings with an eager, anticipatory smile. In one hand, she holds aloft a clear glass vial filled with fluffy cloud essence, while the other hand is poised over a notebook lying on the desk beside her, with the words "Step 1" clearly inscribed on the first page in bold block lettering.

Silvanos claps their wings together merrily.

Silvanos lights up with a mischievous grin, seeming to puff up importantly as purple and gold feathers dance ephemerally across their skin.

With a trilling chirp, Couturier Silvanos Lunarose, the Ruffian says, "Got to write down your findings."

Azazilliy blinks.

His eyes wide with interest, Nepenthe Dahyu says, "Cool tech."

Aethen offers up applause to the painting exhibited, nodding in approval.

Sir Romaan D'Varden, Knight of the Paladins directs a round of applause towards an ornate stage of crystal and gold.

Silvanos hums a happy tune.

The trill takes a final half-bow as they cover up the displayed painting and carry it off the stage. The spotlight upon the easel fades as the lighting upon the stage returns to its normal settings, heralding the conclusion of the event.

Solemn, staid voices can be heard from somewhere outdoors, rising and falling in emotionless, precise monotone.

Fillirriqili Skydrifter, Painter of Singular Blizzard gives a wild cheer in the direction of an ornate stage of crystal and gold!

Couturier Silvanos Lunarose, the Ruffian thinks to themself: If I'd gotten to do my plant experiments, thats what it would have likely looked like.

You have emoted: Gurashi wiggles a little in their spot, smiling up at the stage, offering applause as the last of the paintings is toted off.

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter rises to their feet in a standing ovation, cheering and clapping.

Couturier Silvanos Lunarose, the Ruffian thinks to themself: As the vinestalker shows, plants can move *fast*.

Qillilitli Skydrifter says, "And with that, we have reached the end of our program! I hope that you all enjoyed the display and will leave with a renewed sense of ambition, as well as an appreciation for the arts. I would like to thank all of our participating artists for sharing their brilliant works; your visions inspire us all!"

In a cold monotone, Aethen Shevat, M. TS says, "This has truly been an inspiration."

Nepenthe Dahyu asks, "Did anybody count how many there were?"

Silvanos hums a happy tune.

Warbling happily, you say, "That was wonderful."

Profoundly, Madam Lorina, Matron of the Arts says, "A lot."

Qillilitli Skydrifter says, "And of course, thank you to my wonderful assistants, as well as everyone who could attend! It has been my honour that you shared your time with us today. I am looking forward to more of these such events in the future. For now, be well, good folk, and I wish you all of the best in your own new beginnings!"

With a trilling chirp, Couturier Silvanos Lunarose, the Ruffian says, "Many."

Nepenthe nods his head in agreement.

Sir Romaan D'Varden, Knight of the Paladins says, "More than 2."

Tikki says, "But less than 144."

Fillirriqili Skydrifter, Painter of Singular Blizzard rises to his feet in a standing ovation, cheering and clapping.

With a trilling chirp, Couturier Silvanos Lunarose, the Ruffian says, "Probably less than a hundred or we'd be..."

Silvanos's arms fall listlessly to their sides as they hangs their head and intones a sad, disappointed "Drat."

Ymai cheers wildly!

The curtains draw to a close on an ornate stage of crystal and gold, signaling the conclusion of the performance of 'The "New Beginnings" Art Exhibition'.

You have two minutes to express your rating for 'The "New Beginnings" Art Exhibition'.

Romaan nods his head at Silvanos, showing his acceptance.

Yilan gives up a round of applause.

You rate the production 5 stars.

Silvanos nods their head emphatically.

Kennian gives up a round of applause.

Luce blinks.

Silvanos lazily draws their wings to and fro through the air, fanning them slowly.

You give an ornate stage of crystal and gold a wild cheer!

Qillilitli enters from the ether, emanating an aura of immense power.

Qillilitli comes out onto the stage for a final bow and curtain call.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Oh! Oh!"

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "That was wonderful!"

Finley cheers wildly!

Tikki congratulates Qillilitli with some wild clapping.

Azazilliy blinks incredulously at Aethen.

Yilan gives Qillilitli a wild cheer!

Nepenthe Dahyu smiles impishly and says, "That's pretty fantastic. It's so great when people ~show up~ for your culture event."

Azazilliy gives Qillilitli a wild cheer!

Kxikcia applauds Qillilitli heartily.

Agent Qillilitli Skydrifter says, "Ah, I can finally join the throng!"

You have emoted: Gurashi rises from their seat at last, clapping happily. "Thank you to all of the painters."

In a cold monotone, Aethen Shevat, M. TS says, "Pardon my astral insanity."

Qillilitli beams broadly.

With a trilling chirp, Couturier Silvanos Lunarose, the Ruffian says to Aethen, "Are you...oh."

Comprehension flashes across Luce's face.

Silvanos nods their head emphatically.

You see the following people here:
Mmellialleh, Lorina, Romaan, Ymai, Kennian, Ayisdra, Calioliahali, Fillirriqili, Finley, Yilan, Nepenthe, Azazilliy, Aethen, Qillilitli, Kxikcia, Luce, Silvanos, Tikki, Gurashi.

Silvanos pats Aethen in a friendly manner.

Nepenthe Dahyu asks Qillilitli, "How many did you get altogether?"

You lay out a spread of your finest cuisine and delicacies before your guests. Enjoying the food yourself, you delight even more at the sight of everyone indulging themselves in this epicurian feast, eating and drinking until utterly satiated. The fine meal not only lifts your spirits, but enhances your body as well.

In a cold monotone, Aethen Shevat, M. TS says to Qillilitli, "This was a rather wonderful event."

Kennian sips a potion of healing from a vial.

Axiom Yilan Skydrifter says to Qillilitli, "That was perfect!"

With a trilling chirp, Couturier Silvanos Lunarose, the Ruffian says to Aethen, "We learned about that the hard way."

In a cold monotone, Aethen Shevat, M. TS says to Qillilitli, "Thank you, Minister."

In an airy, melodic voice, you say to Qillilitli, "You were so goodly!"

With a playful lilt, Duchess Kennian, Arm of Redress says, "So amazing! From the art to the production. Just amazing."

Agent Qillilitli Skydrifter says to Yilan, "You're perfect!"

Yilan beams broadly at Qillilitli.

Silvanos lazily draws their wings to and fro through the air, fanning them slowly.

(OOC Clan): Lorina says, "My work here is done."

Agent Qillilitli Skydrifter says to Nepenthe, "Twenty in the end! A good thing we had a last minute submission!"

Silvanos gives a short gasp of elation to you.

"Wow!" Nepenthe exclaims!

Aethen's crystalline form shifts quickly through bright shades of orange and yellow.

With a trilling chirp, Couturier Silvanos Lunarose, the Ruffian says to you, "Oh! You can marry soon! Lovely!"

Ymai tilts her head curiously.

You blink.

With a trilling chirp, Couturier Silvanos Lunarose, the Ruffian says to Finley, "Is important to me, a family matter."

Silvanos coughs softly.

Nepenthe Dahyu smiles broadly and says to Qillilitli, "That's really great."

In an airy, melodic voice, you say to Silvanos, "Oh! Ah! Thank you!"

Silvanos utters a deep, rumbling laugh.

Luce wraps an arm around Tikki's waist, nestling against him as he nuzzles his cheek.

Sir Romaan D'Varden, Knight of the Paladins says, "Thank you for allowing us to view it."

Romaan gets up off an opera bench of elaborately engraved marble.

With a trilling chirp, Couturier Silvanos Lunarose, the Ruffian says to you, "Let me know when you do, even if I can't come?"

You have emoted: Gurashi loses focus for a time before laughing. "Oh! My! How the time flies."

Silvanos utters a deep, rumbling laugh.

Romaan snaps to attention zealously, his posture an example of perfect military discipline.

Tikki gives Luce a peck on the cheek.

With a trilling chirp, Couturier Silvanos Lunarose, the Ruffian says, "No, no!"

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Thank you so muchly for inviting us all!"

Romaan gives the world a smart salute.

Finley gets up off a plush pillow chair of crimson silk.

Axiom Yilan Skydrifter says, "Thank you for coming!"

Nepenthe gets up off a plush pillow chair of crimson silk.

Kennian gets to her feet with a big smile.

With a trilling chirp, Couturier Silvanos Lunarose, the Ruffian says to Finley, "The city would be sure to know."

Silvanos nods their head sagely.

Silvanos nods their head emphatically.

Silvanos hums a happy tune.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "It was clear lots of hard works went into these yes yes yes."

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "It was a delight to see thems."

Nepenthe carefully tidies a loboshigaru courtier's formal ebon suit to make sure he still looks nice and proper.

With a flourish of their arm, Finley bows deeply.

Tikki hugs Finley compassionately.

Nepenthe Dahyu smiles impishly and says, "Hey do you want to keep these chairs or should I clean up/."

Silvanos nods their head emphatically.

Tikki hugs Nepenthe compassionately.

With a trilling chirp, Couturier Silvanos Lunarose, the Ruffian says, "I liked them!"

Nepenthe gestures to a plush pillow chair of crimson silk.

Silvanos ponders for a moment and says "Hrm..."

Axiom Yilan Skydrifter laughingly says, "Please clean up!"

With a trilling chirp, Couturier Silvanos Lunarose, the Ruffian says, "I should make more paintings, honestly."

Silvanos quickly dusts off their wings.

Tikki says, "I think they're quite a nice addition myself."

Silvanos leans down and starts to use their wingtips to dust the area.

Azazilliy ceases wielding an emerald temporal resonator in their left hand.

Azazilliy begins to wield Tully's Golden Broom in their left hand.

"Oooooooooh!" Silvanos says, eyes wide with wonder.

Taking a golden broom by its handle, Azazilliy sweeps the room of imperfection and a golden glow emanates from the ground.

Nepenthe Dahyu exclaims to Silvanos, "We're having a painting contest as part of the festival so you'll get your chance!"

"Oooooooooh!" Silvanos says to Nepenthe, eyes wide with wonder.

With a trilling chirp, Couturier Silvanos Lunarose, the Ruffian says to Nepenthe, "Awesome!"

Silvanos claps their wings together merrily.

Nepenthe Dahyu asks Qillilitli, "Can non-Hallifaxians bid on any of these?"

Finley's ears perk up as their attention turns towards Nepenthe.

Qillilitli ponders the situation.

Silvanos tilts their head and listens intently.

Intern Ymai says, "The mood whiplash of the series of paintings early in the exhibition was interesting."

Yilan nods their head at Ymai, showing their acceptance.

Silvanos nods their head at Ymai.

Agent Qillilitli Skydrifter says to Nepenthe, "I had not considered it! I will announce it publicly if we do."

Axiom Yilan Skydrifter laughingly says, "It was."

"Ok!" Silvanos exclaims.

The sound of buffeting wings is briefly audible.

Nepenthe wags his tail happily.

Nepenthe thanks Qillilitli profusely.

With a trilling chirp, Couturier Silvanos Lunarose, the Ruffian says, "I need to....make potions, I think."

Silvanos nods their head emphatically.

Silvanos tilts their head and listens intently.

Glancing around mischievously, Nepenthe Dahyu says, "If not I'll get a Halliproxy to bid for me."

Muginn ruffles his feathers, stirring up puffs of fog.

Silvanos snickers softly to themself.

Finley glances wryly at Nepenthe and hides a grin behind their paw.

With a trilling chirp, Couturier Silvanos Lunarose, the Ruffian says, "Okay, I must go."

Agent Qillilitli Skydrifter says, "It will commence shortly when I can get it in order. We'll be taking bids for the next half year."

Finley waves goodbye at Silvanos.

"Ok!" Silvanos exclaims.

Agent Qillilitli Skydrifter says to Nepenthe, "Ah, a solid plan!"

You have emoted: Gurashi reaches up to rub at their unscarred cheek. "Oh good."

Finley looks at Qillilitli and comprehension flashes across their face.

Silvanos, riding a young female mammoth with enormous ears, explodes in a cloud of shimmering, golden pollen, which fades as the vibrant blossoms on the ground continue northeastward.

A low, contented growl arises within Nepenthe's chest.

Tikki hums a happy tune.

A reflection of Ymai blinks out of existence.

Nepenthe Dahyu asks Finley, "Want to go see if Papafrit's actually awake?"

Azazilliy gently leans against Kxikcia.

The sound of quiet, muffled conversation drifts through the air.

Tikki says to Nepenthe, "Thank you both for coming by the way! Be sure to send Afrit my love."

Luce nods his head at Tikki, showing his acceptance.

Nepenthe's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.

You have emoted: Gurashi fidgets a little. "What a goodly idea," They warble softly to themselves, now looking at the base of the stage, clearly deep in contemplation.

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter says to you, "What did you think?"

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter says to you, "Of the art!"

Holding up two fingers, you say to Azazilliy, "I wanna bid on two of thems!"

"Oooooooooh!" Azazilliy says, eyes wide with wonder.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say to Azazilliy, "I loved them so muchly. It was soooo nice."

Finley grins and nods at Nepenthe.

Finley hugs Tikki compassionately.

Finley waves goodbye.


Nepenthe gives Tikki and then Luce a friendly hug, bows to the other guests, and then bodily hefts Finley over his shoulder to escort them home.

Finley leaves, following Nepenthe Dahyu.

You have emoted: Gurashi's lip twitches. "I mean. All of the paintings were very nicely in their own way. Even if some were," they pause, searching for their words, "controversial maybe."

Your wings flap excitedly behind you.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "They were ALL good."

A look of understanding crossing their features, Azazilliy nods their head slowly.

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter says, "Controversial, yes."

You have emoted: Gurashi pulls their lips into a thin line. "I loved a lot of them a lot. One of them made me think of my dear one, though, who couldn't make it tonight."

You have emoted: Gurashi warbles softly. "This was a successful events, I thinks? Everybody came and had a goodly time!"

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter says, "It's too bad he couldn't join us!"

Qillilitli orders the deconstruction of a plush pillow chair of crimson silk. Some burly workers come in and begin smashing it apart with heavy mallets.
A plush pillow chair of crimson silk falls to pieces.
The burly workers collect the debris and leave, one of them tipping his hat to Qillilitli on his way out.

Qillilitli orders the deconstruction of a plush pillow chair of crimson silk. Some burly workers come in and begin smashing it apart with heavy mallets.
A plush pillow chair of crimson silk falls to pieces.
The burly workers collect the debris and leave, one of them tipping his hat to Qillilitli on his way out.

You nod your head sagely.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "He would've liked it."

You hum softly to yourself.

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter says, "Perhaps he will be able to enjoy the ones you purchase. If you win them."

Tikki says, "Plus, this certainly won't be the last, so I'm certain he'll make it to at least one."

Auriella Zayah, Lady of the Holy Flame has left the realm of Lusternia.

Caught in a sudden bout of whimsy, you twirl about the room in idle circles.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "If there are more of these I'd LOVE to come to THOSE too."

Agent Qillilitli Skydrifter says to you, "Yeah, I'm glad you were able to make it!"

Azazilliy nods their head at Tikki.

You have emoted: Gurashi flits about excitedly. "I will have to wear a hat next time!"

Tikki says, "And perhaps one of the next one may be open to non-citizen submissions!"

You take a purple squid hat from A Brass Belt of Excellent Curiosities.

Tikki nods his head sagely.

Azazilliy doffs a hat of stacked hats cordially.

Azazilliy beams broadly.

You brandish a purple squid hat menacingly.

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter says, "Yes!"

"Oooooooooh!" Azazilliy says, eyes wide with wonder.

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter says to you, "Yes! An excellent hat."

Axiom Yilan Skydrifter says, "Ooh, nice hat."

Looking at the hat affectionately, you say, "It is one of my most favorite of hats! It is good for squids."

Ymai tilts her head curiously at you.

Agent Qillilitli Skydrifter says to Azazilliy, "So."

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter says, "So."

A golden firefly squid drags itself in.
Able to fit in the palm of a hand, this golden firefly squid toy squirms in random, spasmodic movements due to a clockwork mechanism hidden within. The top portion, smooth and long, carries two glittering, almost comically large eyes while a pair of lips have been stitched just below in a wide, happy smile. Below its body are dozens of writhing tentacles that flail about uselessly, the tips of each adorned with a tiny gem.
It weighs about 1 pounds and 14 ounce(s).
It bears the distinctive mark of Tikki.
It has the following aliases: squid.
A golden firefly squid flails about helplessly.
A golden firefly squid scuttles away.

Your wings flap excitedly behind you.

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter says, "Squid!"

Intern Ymai exclaims, "So!"

Azazilliy tilts their head and listens intently to Qillilitli.

Agent Qillilitli Skydrifter says to Azazilliy, "I heard you went and got engaged without me!"

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter says, "Oh."

Axiom Yilan Skydrifter says, "Oh!"

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter says, "I did!"

Axiom Yilan Skydrifter says, "Congratulations!"

Azazilliy points accusingly at Kxikcia.

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter says, "To her!"

Azazilliy beams broadly.

Qillilitli narrows her eyes at Azazilliy in an unnerving manner.

Mmellialleh beams broadly at Azazilliy.

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter says, "She said yes!"

Tugging uneasily at a loose onyx-coloured feather, Azazilliy shuffles their feet.

Axiom Yilan Skydrifter says, "Wow, your inaugural first art exhibition as fiancees."

Nodding, Agent Qillilitli Skydrifter says, "About time."

A series of chiming notes, distinctly crystalline, ring out in the distance in a slow, descending scale.

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter says to Qillilitli, "You were busy!"

Axiom Yilan Skydrifter says, "An honor!"

Agent Qillilitli Skydrifter says, "I was... busy."

Qillilitli nods her head emphatically.

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter says, "Preparing for this lovely art exhibition."

Agent Qillilitli Skydrifter smiles and says, "Congratulations to you both! I'm very happy for you."

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter says, "And... there was a prime opportunity! I couldn't help myself."

Azazilliy beams broadly.

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter says, "Thank you, my dapper twin."

Axiom Yilan Skydrifter says, "Congratulations!"

Intern Kxikcia says, "Thank you!"

Agent Qillilitli Skydrifter says to Kxikcia, "We will be honoured to consider you family!"

You bounce up and down.

Yilan claps their hands together merrily.

You face lights up as you smile brightly at Azazilliy.
You face lights up as you smile brightly at Kxikcia.

You chirp happily.

Happily, you say, "Family is goodly, yes."

Your wings flap excitedly behind you.

Kxikcia appears to puff up slightly as her entire body glows a cheerful shade of citrine yellow.

You put a purple squid hat into A Brass Belt of Excellent Curiosities.

Azazilliy beams broadly at you.

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter says, "Indeed!"

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter says, "Oh!"

Tikki looks exhausted and opens his mouth in an enormous yawn.

Deep in thought, Yilan leans their cheek on their hand.

Azazilliy scribbles a few notes on a discreet pocket-sized notepad.
Azazilliy swiftly rips a page from a discreet pocket-sized notepad.
Azazilliy gives a torn piece of notepad paper to you.

You give a horrified gasp.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "OH I FORGOT."

You are holding:
"paper377697"                 a torn piece of notepad paper

You read what is written on a torn piece of notepad paper:
Double wedding!

Agent Qillilitli Skydrifter says, "Notepad!"

You throw back your head as you let loose a delighted laugh.

Qillilitli beams broadly.

Qillilitli tilts her head curiously at you.

Azazilliy beams broadly at Qillilitli.

Qillilitli puts a painting of a woman wading through red seaweed-covered shores into a Belt of Wonder.

Qillilitli puts a painting of Rhapsody in White into a Belt of Wonder.

You read what is written on a torn piece of notepad paper:
Hello Artsy Azazilliy! From, Artsy Gurashi!

You tear that page(#380357) from a notepad covered in flowers and pollen-dusted bees.

Qillilitli ponders the situation.

Agent Qillilitli Skydrifter says, "I want to rip something!"

Nodding, you give a torn piece of notepad paper to Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter.

Azazilliy gives Qillilitli the once-over, eyeing her suspiciously.

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter says, "Not the paintings!"

Agent Qillilitli Skydrifter says, "Oh."

Azazilliy beams broadly at you.

Agent Qillilitli Skydrifter says, "Yeah, probably not."

Your wings flap excitedly behind you.

Agent Qillilitli Skydrifter says to Azazilliy, "Let me borrow it!"

Qillilitli beams broadly.

Azazilliy scribbles a few notes on a discreet pocket-sized notepad.
Azazilliy swiftly rips a page from a discreet pocket-sized notepad.

You have emoted: Gurashi rises to their tip-toes, leaning forward.

Ymai gives the world a smart salute.

Yilan gives the world a smart salute.

Jade Dreamer Luce Shevat says, "Apologies for missing most of it, my soul couldn't find the realms."

Azazilliy gives a torn piece of notepad paper to you.

You read what is written on a torn piece of notepad paper:
Hello, Artsy Gurashilili! Double wedding??!!

You throw back your head as you let loose a delighted laugh.

Mmellialleh waves about an elegant notecard energetically.

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter says to Luce, "Fortunately it was recorded!"

Mmellialleh Skydrifter exclaims, "It won't burn!"

You have emoted: Gurashi hugs the pages to their chest.

Azazilliy pats Mmellialleh in a friendly manner.

You beam broadly at Azazilliy.

Luce nods his head emphatically.

Azazilliy beams broadly at you.

Calioliahali Skydrifter says to you, "I am pleased that you were able to attend. Thank you for doing so."

Agent Qillilitli Skydrifter says to Luce, "Ah, I'm sorry! The stage recording will be available for anything you missed!"

You look at Calioliahali hopefully.

Axiom Yilan Skydrifter says, "Are you all passing notes? Secrets?"

Azazilliy smiles angelically at Yilan, wide-eyed and innocent.

You nod your head emphatically.

Kaiyo, the lucid Dream says, "Flirtatious missives."

With a content sigh, Tikki leans up against Luce, blinking drowsily.

Luce peers at Kaiyo, the lucid Dream unscrupulously.

You stare blankly into space.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say to Kaiyo, the lucid Dream, "N-NO."

You give a horrified gasp.

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

Mmellialleh mutters discontentedly.

You blush furiously.

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

Agent Qillilitli Skydrifter exclaims to Azazilliy, "This notepad is useless!"

Qillilitli gives a pained sigh.

Azazilliy creases their brow in a frown.

Qillilitli gives a discreet pocket-sized notepad to Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter.

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter says to Qillilitli, "I'm sorry."

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Notepads are struggles when I am tired."

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter says, "I used all the sheets..."

Axiom Yilan Skydrifter says, "Upsetting."

Agent Qillilitli Skydrifter says, "I will have to take this into my own hands."

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter says to Qillilitli, "I need a new notepad!"

Azazilliy looks at Qillilitli hopefully.

You have emoted: Gurashi attempts to write in their notepad but can't seem to get the pages unstuck from one another.

Azazilliy pats you in a friendly manner.

Mmellialleh holds a light blue coral ring before her and releases a steady stream of essence from her palm to cover it. A few seconds pass where you can see nothing but the shimmering cloud of her being covering the ring until it finally disperses, leaving nothing at all.

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter says, "Stop eating and writing at the same time."

You have emoted: Gurashi lets out a little noise, then turns to Calioliahali, warbling excitedly. "I am so happy I could make it here!"

You bounce up and down.

You blush furiously.

In an airy, melodic voice, you exclaim to Azazilliy, "But my ideas!!"

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

You see the following people here:
Ayisdra, Calioliahali, Luce, Mmellialleh, Azazilliy, Fillirriqili, Yilan, Kxikcia, Tikki, Gurashi.

Calioliahali nods her head emphatically.

In an airy, melodic voice, you ask Calioliahali, "It was fun! Did you have fun?"

Qillilitli scribbles a few notes on a discreet pocket-sized notepad.

Calioliahali Skydrifter says to you, "It was an experience."

Qillilitli swiftly rips a page from a discreet pocket-sized notepad.

Comprehension flashes across Qillilitli's face.

Qillilitli beams broadly.

A look of understanding crossing their features, Azazilliy nods their head slowly.

Qillilitli gives a torn piece of notepad paper to Axiom Yilan Skydrifter.

Azazilliy looks at Qillilitli hopefully.

With great elegance, Tikki lays out a spread of exotic cuisine and delicacies before you. Along with everyone else, you indulge yourself in this epicurian feast, eating and drinking until utterly satiated. The fine meal not only lifts your spirits, but enhances your body as well.

You face lights up as you smile brightly at Tikki.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Oh! Thank you, many thank yous."

Tikki hums a happy tune.

Azazilliy swiftly rips a page from a discreet pocket-sized notepad.

Qillilitli swiftly rips a page from a discreet pocket-sized notepad.
Qillilitli gives a torn piece of notepad paper to Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter.

"Thanks!" Fillirriqili says to Mmellialleh.

"Tada!" Mmellialleh says with a proud expression on her face.

Agent Qillilitli Skydrifter says, "It's so satisfying."

You begin to write in a notepad covered in flowers and pollen-dusted bees on page 4.

1  > For certainly a doubly bubbly wedding!!
3  > Roarkian 11th, 594 CE:
You tear that page(#434741) from a notepad covered in flowers and pollen-dusted bees.

You give a torn piece of notepad paper to Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter.

Azazilliy beams broadly at you.

Qillilitli scribbles a few notes on a discreet pocket-sized notepad.

<-- Cheli DC'd and reappeared!
Cheliyi stares blankly into space.

Cheliyi flops down onto the ground.

Intern Kxikcia says, "I am afraid that I must be departing, though I shall be amused to depart in the midst of the sound of paper being happily ripped away."

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Mine-child!"

Qillilitli swiftly rips a page from a discreet pocket-sized notepad.

Azazilliy beams broadly at Kxikcia.

Qillilitli gives a calling-card-sized piece of creamy stationery to Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter.

Intern Kxikcia says, "Be well, everyone."

In an airy, melodic voice, you say to Kxikcia, "Thank you for coming! So nicely to meets you!"

Kxikcia curtseys gracefully.

You quickly bend at the waist to offer a polite half-bow.

Qillilitli gives a torn piece of notepad paper to Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter.

Kxikcia gives Azazilliy a peck on the cheek.

Axiom Yilan Skydrifter says, "I must go, please take care!"

Azazilliy beams broadly at Kxikcia.

<-- Yilan poofed!

You begin to write in a notepad covered in flowers and pollen-dusted bees on page 5.
1  > Hi Yilan! It is me, Gurashi! Have a note, see!!
3  > Roarkian 11th, 594 CE:

You tear that page(#435109) from a notepad covered in flowers and pollen-dusted bees.

You stare blankly into space.

Calioliahali Skydrifter says, "I too must depart for a time."

Cheliyi flops and rolls over.

Fillirriqili waves goodbye at Calioliahali.

Cheliyi stares implacably at Kaiyo, the lucid Dream.

Dazedly, you say, "Me tooo... well - back to, uh."

Calioliahali Skydrifter says to you, "Thank you once more for joining us."

Qillilitli waves goodbye at Calioliahali.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Uhm, New Celest."

Mmellialleh points boldly towards the horizon and declares in a proud tone, "Onward!"

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Ah!"

Tikki says, "I think it's time for some rest for me as well, most all of my waking time last weave was spent keeping vigil over the Lady."

Calioliahali gives the world a smart salute.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Thank you!"

Azazilliy flails about helplessly.

Qillilitli flashes you a joyous smile.

In an airy, melodic voice, you exclaim, "Stay goodly and kindly!"

You chirp happily.

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter says to you, "Keep an eye out for bunnies."

Agent Qillilitli Skydrifter says to you, "Have a good night!"

The tension relaxes as Calioliahali, riding an incomplete polytope with symmetrical, stained-glass wings of fiery ruby, patrols off to the northeast with authoritative purpose.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "I will!"

Mmellialleh Skydrifter says, "Farewell family and others!"

Luce gives Tikki a peck on the cheek.

You have emoted: Gurashi wiggles happily. "So fun."

In an airy, melodic voice, you say to Tikki, "Tiiikiiiiii."

Cheliyi smiles softly at you.

You cough softly.

Tikki hums a happy tune.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "I am so tired, why."

Cheliyi pushes herself to her feet.

You flop yourself into Tikki's arms.

Tikki gives you a peck on the cheek.

With great elegance, Ablutant Cheliyi, Lotus upon Cresting Waters lays out a spread of exotic cuisine and delicacies before you. Along with everyone else, you indulge yourself in this epicurian feast, eating and drinking until utterly satiated. The fine meal not only lifts your spirits, but enhances your body as well.

Cheliyi nods her head sagely.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say to Tikki, "Is this when abouts you normally wake up?" They look to Luce. "Because I do not want to keeps missings but oh my gosh shippies in the night."

You give Cheliyi a friendly squeeze.

You see the following people here:
Qillilitli, Luce, Azazilliy, Cheliyi, Tikki, Fillirriqili, Gurashi.

Tikki giggles happily.

Azazilliy thanks Cheliyi profusely.

Azazilliy nudges Qillilitli suggestively.

Azazilliy points off into the wild blue yonder.

Qillilitli ponders the situation.

Qillilitli nods her head at Azazilliy.

The Quintessential Mandala of Resplendent Harmony suddenly begins to glow from its place over Qillilitli's chest until its many gemstones shine with a near-blinding incandescence before dimming to its normal brilliance, ripples of harmonic energy emanating for several moments after.

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter whispers to Qillilitli, "Or are we saving it..?"

Tikki says, "I seem to have a roulette wheel of sleep these days. As does Luce it appears. But hopefully we'll be able to have some tea within a few days, after I've had some rest."

You look at Tikki hopefully.

You nod your head emphatically.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "I mean."

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "I yam not going anywheres."

Qillilitli points westwards.
Fillirriqili points westwards.
Azazilliy points westwards.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "I gotta write a letter to ..."

You blink.

Azazilliy points a star-etched amethyst ring towards the northeast, and sparks fly out of it.
An icewall rises up to the northeast.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "What."

Azazilliy points eastwards.
Qillilitli points eastwards.
Fillirriqili points eastwards.

You point westwards.
You point eastwards.
You look about in confusion.

(OOC Clan): You say, "Wh."

Jade Dreamer Luce Shevat says, "I think mine is more like a slot machine, honestly."

Your wings flap excitedly behind you.

Cheliyi tilts her head curiously.

Azazilliy points downwards.
Qillilitli points downwards.
Fillirriqili points downwards.

Qillilitli nods her head emphatically.

Azazilliy fans themself with their hand, trying to keep cool.
Qillilitli fans herself with her hand, trying to keep cool.
Fillirriqili fans himself with his hand, trying to keep cool.

You throw back your head as you let loose a delighted laugh.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "You guys are adorable."

Azazilliy beams broadly.

You have emoted: Gurashi claps their hands on their cheeks.

Azazilliy swings their arm up and high fives Qillilitli enthusiastically.
Azazilliy swings their arm up and high fives Fillirriqili enthusiastically.
Qillilitli raises a fist and looks around hopefully.

Smirking confidently, Fillirriqili and Qillilitli casually bump fists.

You strike a pose.
Bizirik, the leothin strikes a pose.

Azazilliy beams broadly at you.
Azazilliy beams broadly at Bizirik, the leothin.
Bizirik, the leothin stares blankly at Azazilliy. After a moment its tail lifts once then thumps back against the ground with potential delight.

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

Bizirik, the leothin peers about herself unscrupulously.

Tikki hums a happy tune.

Agent Qillilitli Skydrifter says to you, "You're adorable!"

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Oh no!"

You have emoted: Gurashi squawks at this, plumage puffing up. "Thank you?" They warble in response. "I-I need to go! But ahhh had such a funly times!!!"

You flail about helplessly.

Tikki says to the Skydrifters present. "I'm not sure if I've said it before but I'm very glad that all of you came to Hallifax, you've been a wonderful addition."

You hands fly to your mouth as you give a short gasp of elation.

Qillilitli beams broadly.

Azazilliy flashes Tikki a joyous smile.


Happily, you say, "Yeah!"

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter says to you, "We could always use more Hallifaxian comrades..?"

Agent Qillilitli Skydrifter exclaims to Tikki, "What a lovely sentiment, thank you! We are happy to be here!"

Azazilliy beams broadly.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "I am so happy you guys live in Hallifax and are in our current alliance, yes yes! That have gotten the chances to know you all! Are the best!"

You give Tikki a friendly squeeze.

You hum softly to yourself.

Cheliyi tilts her head curiously at you.

Cheliyi begins to follow you.

Jade Dreamer Luce Shevat says, "A view of clear skies."

Tikki gives you a friendly squeeze.

Cheliyi slips beside Bizirik, the leothin.

Tikki gives Cheliyi a friendly squeeze.

In an airy, melodic voice, you ask Cheliyi, "You want to come with me?"

You flap your wings excitedly at Cheliyi, gusting the air about her.

Cheliyi giggles as she is gusted. "Ah, yeahs."

Dazedly, you say, "Words ... glitter ... beans ..."

Cheliyi smiles brightly at Tikki, her frills puffing with joy.

Tikki says, "For now though, I'll be taking my living Shevat brand pillow for some napping."

A wry smile spreads across Cheliyi's face.

Tikki grabs protectively at Luce.

Tikki hums a happy tune.

Luce snickers softly to himself.

Jade Dreamer Luce Shevat says, "Need to make a Shevat brand pillow out of you still."

Tikki says, "Fair winds and clear skies!"

You gaze softens as you smile.

Azazilliy gracefully inclines their head respectfully and intones benignly, "Fair winds and clear skies."

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "O-K. I yam off, yes."

Azazilliy bows politely to you, dark-feathered wings pushing a soft breeze in your direction.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Stay goodly and kind, and go in Love and the Light, yes yes."

You chirp happily.

With a flourish of his arm, Tikki bows deeply.

You give a heady crow of delight, your swiftly-beating wings sending you skyborne before you lightly touch down once more.

Luce gracefully inclines his head respectfully and intones benignly, "Fair winds and clear skies."

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "C'mon c'mon, Cheli."

Gently pressing three fingers to her brow, then drawing them down to rest upon her heart, Cheliyi intones, "As above, so below." As the words leave her lips, a bright aura suffuses her form with a calm, soothing white light.

Cheliyi takes your hand.

Fillirriqili Skydrifter, Painter of Singular Blizzard says, "Clam breezes and chill snow."

You have emoted: Gurashi grabs Cheliyi's hand excitedly, dancing about, wings a-flapping.

Fillirriqili nods his head sagely.

Tikki giggles happily.

The corners of Cheliyi's mouth turn up as she grins mischievously.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Clam breezes!"

You have emoted: Gurashi pauses to consider this, making a face.

Fillirriqili Skydrifter, Painter of Singular Blizzard says, "Best of both worlds."

In an airy, melodic voice, you say to Fillirriqili, "Mmmmm ... mm."

You wrinkle your nose in distaste.

Clams flap along a breeze...
Your eye immediately notices the flaws in what is obviously an illusion.

Bursting with pride at his social competence, Luce declares, "Chitchat achieved."

Tikki says, "Take care all of you, see you all soon!"

Tikki giggles happily.

Azazilliy looks about themself suspiciously.

You start speedwalking. <-- NYOOM