Please come visit sometime.

Logged back in after a 2 hour break and immediately noticed I had a letter incoming!

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With a high-pitched hoot, a great horned owl wings in and deposits an elegant white letter into your hands, then flaps off again.

You tilt your head curiously.

You read what is written on an elegant white letter:
Dear Gurashi,

I am writing this letter to you because...

I do think of you.

Sometime I... am lost for many months. But then you, or my wife, or
Binky remind me I am here.

Do you still love bumblebees?

Please come visit sometime.

Duethielle

(In a different hand)
P.S. She wrote this all by herself! Isn't Duet doing great? I wish you
well, Gurashi! - Binky
An elegant white letter is holding:
Nothing.

<-- Gurashi ran home!! To change to get ready for Xiran and Synl's wedding!

Your melodic voice sings into Jolanthe Myeras's mind, "Miss Jolanthe! You are a-wake!"

Jolanthe tells you, "Indeed, I am!"

You have emoted: Gurashi scrambles about their bedroom, flinging off their existing clothes and scrambling to slip into a peachy and stylish suit, fumbling with their buttons and shoes. "Gotta hurry!" They say, suddenly squawking and tumbling over themselves as they find their shoes.

Your melodic voice sings into Jolanthe Myeras's mind, "Have been doing well? Please let me know if am bothering you!"

Jolanthe tells you, "Things have been alright. I'm just taking it easy for now - probably won't be worrying about too much else going on in the Basin for another few years, but it might be nice to make the wedding."

Your melodic voice sings into Jolanthe Myeras's mind, "Oh! Oh goodness - are you planning to go? Will you be there, too?"

Bright and clear, you say, "Where are all my SHOES." <-- answer: armoire

Jolanthe tells you, "Will try, at least! I am fairly sleepy, but I think I can at least remain awake. Don't think I'll have much to contribute or say."

You open a dusky wine-stained armoire with wood panelling.

Your melodic voice sings into Jolanthe Myeras's mind, "Ah! Oh! Just you being there would be nice! Miss Xiran asked me to make some foods, so, will be that! Will be somes of that!"

Jolanthe tells you, "Of course! It's not a wedding without a feast to pair, is it not?"

Your melodic voice sings into Jolanthe Myeras's mind, "I am, reaching out! Because, I received a letter from Miss Duethielle just as I was waking, and I wanted to know if would be alright if stopped by the Forest to greet her and her wife and friends? Am wondering if they are also going to the wedding, or would like to. But if you are busy, then maybe can ask another less-busy Serenwilder...? I still need a few minutes, am finding... my shoes."

"Ahah!" you exclaim triumphantly.

You take polished brown patent dress shoes from a dusky wine-stained armoire with wood panelling.

Jolanthe tells you, "Let's see, we can probably manage that."

Jolanthe tells you, "I haven't visited in a while myself."

Your melodic voice sings into Jolanthe Myeras's mind, "Oh! My! Thank you!"

Your melodic voice sings into Jolanthe Myeras's mind, "N-now am just, looking for a comb...!"

Your melodic voice sings into Jolanthe Myeras's mind, "It is a letter she wrotes herself! Isn't that nice? I haven't seen thems in so long. REmember Miss Elexia said something about odd voices and misty mists, but heard nothing else. Was worried about Miss Olikai."

Jolanthe tells you, "Ah, I had not known of that myself. I've been missing a lot in the waking world myself, and have been typically more out on my own."

You have emoted: Gurashi manages to pull a comb from underneath their bed, using it to brush their hair, and brush their hair, and brush their hair, staring intently at their reflection in a gold-framed scrying mirror, nose wrinkled.

LOOK ME, ALL FANCY
The being standing before you exudes friendly energy, standing several inches shy of six feet tall with an athletic build. They are an ordinary human kindly demigod changeling. Their arms and legs are sinewy, the muscles in their upper body evidence of recent training efforts. Their calloused hands are constantly in motion, either loosely balled into fists at their side or resting on their instrument. Their most prominent three knuckles of their right hand are faintly scarred, pale star-shapes etched across their flesh. Their sandy skin has been tanned from repeated exposure to the sun, causing an array of tawny-colored freckles to appear upon their round cheeks and thin, upturned nose. A hint of discolored flesh can be seen near the center of their sternum, mostly obscured by their clothing. A moderately-sized, crescent-shaped scar mars their right cheek. Perhaps the most noteworthy thing about them is their nicely combed mop of fiery red hair, though a few strands at their part fail to obey the natural laws of gravity and stand straight up. A shock of bone-white hair has grown in along their temple. A pair of kind gray-blue eyes gaze out from below red bangs, their color striking against all the surrounding warm hues. Moth-like wings of sheer power radiate away from their back in nightmarish waves of bizarre hues. A steel-hued scar traces along their cheek, gifted by Terentia, the Even Bladed, for their mettle in the field of battle.
They are wearing:
a starry wreath of celestial light set atop their head like a halo
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 peachy and stylish suit which has been tailored to fit their form flatteringly
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 shifting, living poppy of indigo petals worn delicately upon their left wrist
a driftwood ring of sea breezes fitted tightly to their left middle finger
polished brown patent dress shoes that have been polished to a shine.

You begin to wield a vibrant mandolin of songbirds and stars in your left hand.

Your melodic voice sings into Jolanthe Myeras's mind, "OooooOooOOoooOOOooo-K, I think I am looking O-K and ready to go, maybe."

Jolanthe tells you, "Just waiting for a moment now."

Jolanthe tells you, "Not really hearing anyone speak up, but I think it should be fine."

Your melodic voice sings into Jolanthe Myeras's mind, "Ah! Many thank yous! Do think would be O-K, if teleported over?"

Jolanthe tells you, "I think so, yes."

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

The lingering notes of harmonic purity swell to impossible heights as you step confidently through the song of reality itself.
Hidden glade market.
It is warm and quite pleasant. A number of briar rose bushes grow at the edges of the glade, enclosing it in a thick, thorny ring that is difficult to traverse without injury. Rising from the leaves is a subtle fragrance, sweet as apples, which permeates the meadow with its rustic stalls and shelves that house various items for sale. Tall birch trees rise from among the briars, their whorled eyes overlooking the area like silent guardians. Shimmering with a stately posture, Olikai Clawheart floats in the air. A painting of cookie-bound bliss has been enshrined on a shelf here, festooned with flowers and leaf garlands and a trail of mouldy cookie crumbs. Binky Tailsnap stands here, his soft nose and whiskers lifted thoughtfully. Her olive skin glowing with beauty, Duethielle Landrennbenn sings to herself. Wings humming, Miaei Wildbriar hovers in midair. A pleasantly plump golden tae'dae origami sits next to the enshrined painting, smiling cheerfully. Reaching up as high as the eye can see looms the awesome presence of a living totem. An oak sapling clings tenaciously to the ground here. Jolanthe Myeras is here. She wields a stag skull lyre in her left hand and a floral parasol of pink and lavender silks in her right hand.
You see a single exit leading west.

LOOK JOLANTHEY <3
Standing at no taller than five feet and six inches, she is an ordinary human demigoddess changeling with antlers. A soft, feminine figure and pale complexion lends a sense of delicacy to her presence, reinforced by vaguely sylvan features and a cast of rose pink about her cheeks. Her deep violet eyes possess a penetrating quality that belies her air of fragility, though the dark lashes which frame them do soften their intensity. It is a point that is easy to overlook relative to her long, silken hair, which flatly drapes about her shoulders in a cascade of malachite green brilliance. The verdant saturation gleams with a peculiar iridescence, swimming with an ever shifting patina of rainbow hues that obeys no rhyme or reason. Almost slippery to the touch, it effortlessly glides off and along any snag before falling to drape back against her. A lush fragrance dances about her as she stands awash in the wild, prismatic colours of a truefavour from Maylea, Bloom of Serenity.
Resembling an entity from the cosmic planes, her head is wreathed in undulating strands of shimmering cosmic fire. Attuned to her moods, the chromatic waves are in constant flux, from rising up in a halo of incandescent anger to streaming back in ripples of pleasure.
She is wearing:
a rose gold wedding band budding with a ruby strawberry, comfortably resting near the knuckle of her right ring finger
the Medallion of Beauty, which hovers just below her collar and suffuses her throat with soft lavender light
the Medallion of Harmony, which revolves closely around the Medallion of Beauty while ever facing it, as though performing a serenade
a pale bracelet of mist-wreathed lilies softly aglow
a chocolate-hued squid brooch
an emerald heart pendant
a whimsical dress of pulsing constellations
sea-jade silken shoes with blue ribbons
the Flame of dae'Seren, which orbits about the Medallion of Beauty along an elliptical path.

Jolanthe tells you, "Just not entirely sure if the crew is too daydreamy for now or not." <-- toooo laaate

As they appear, you sing, "Taaa-ddaaaaaa."

Jolanthe Myeras says, "But I'm sure we'll find out now."

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

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

Bright and clear, you say, "Miss Jolanthe!"

Jolanthe Myeras says to you, "Yes, yes, welcome!"

You have emoted: Gurashi throws open their arms merrily. "Good evening! It is so goodly to see you again!"

Laughing, you say to Jolanthe, "Of course brought extra snacks, just in case."

Jolanthe Myeras asks you, "Oh, so what are all the plans for now?"

Merrily, you give a dark mint chocolate leothin cookie to Jolanthe Myeras.

Jolanthe pats a dark mint chocolate leothin cookie in a friendly manner.

Jolanthe Myeras says, "Always appreciable - thank you."

Duethielle Ladrennbenn turns slightly and smiles towards you, her eyes dreamy and vague. "Oh..."

You have emoted: Gurashi shakes their head, smiling. "The plans? I have no idea. Ah," They turn to the group at their stalls, smiling and waving. "Miss Duet! Miss Olikai! Binky, Miaei! Good evening!"

Jolanthe hums a happy tune.

LOOKIT OLIKAI
Floating in the air as if she were a mirage, Olikai Clawheart is an loboshigaru woman of gentle elegance. She stands tall, with a long, refined snout and ears that drape down the sides of her head like fine, wavy hair. Though translucent of form, she bears the full colours of her pelt in faded saturation: a warm red run through with streaks of silver along her ears, upon her chest, and on the back of her hands and feet. Her eyes are liquid brown, a quiet kindness behind them. Upon her long-furred body drapes a fine robe woven in blue, decorated with the fauna of the forest dancing in leaping circles about one another. A satchel of the same faded translucence as her body hangs from her shoulder and across her front, a simple golden clasp in the form of a bumblebee holding it closed. Now and again, her long, luxurious tail waves at the hem of her robes, shifting back and forth in thought or in welcome.
Olikai Clawheart looks to be crushingly strong.

LOOKIT DUET
Duethielle Ladrennbenn is an elfen of radiant olive skin and snow white hair, which is kept out of the way in a long, drooping braid that reaches down to the back of her legs. She wears a light, airy tunic of pale rose and loose, billowing pants of midnight blue limned in silver. Her bare skin has been inscribed with emerald tattoos in spiralling shapes of plants, vines, birds and forest creatures, which run across her cheeks and down her neck, over the collarbone and onto her chest, her back, her lithe limbs, even to the very tips of her fingers and toes. She hums softly off and on, her clear blue eyes glittering with flashes of joy. A musical bracelet of blue and white violets hangs from one of her wrists.
Duethielle Ladrennbenn looks to be crushingly strong.

LOOKIT BINKY
A mouse-kin of average height and gentle spirit, Binky Tailsnap looks about himself with bright and curious eyes. His fur is soft and well brushed, with whiskers extending like a fan from his small, pink nose. He wears a supple leather jerkin, its colour slightly darker brown, and matching breeches ending in tiny feet enclosed in a pair of well-worked moccasins. His hands bear remarkably agile and slender fingers, which are often clasped together or twirling his whiskers in thought. Draping behind him, a flexible, ropy tail curls from side to side to accentuate Binky's movements.
Binky Tailsnap looks to be crushingly strong.

LOOKIT MIAEI
Possessed of slender limbs and a spritely, sharp-angled face, Miaei Wildbriar easily exemplifies her faeling heritage. Her wings are butterfly-like, translucent, light filtering through their many-hued sections to cast colour upon her cool, blue skin. She wears a tunic of flower petals and a skirt of verdant leaves, with a leather pouch slung across her shoulders to hold small odds and ends. An incessant humming surrounds her form as she hovers barely off the ground at baseline, darting here and there, high and low, as various aspects of the surroundings draw her attention.
Miaei Wildbriar looks to be crushingly strong.

You have emoted: Gurashi approaches the elfen, a dark mint chocolate leothin cookie in hand and a smile on their face. "I gots your letter!"

You have emoted: Gurashi throws Binky Tailsnap a broad smile. "Thank you for sending it!"

Jolanthe's ears perk up with a sudden interest.

Jolanthe Myeras says to you, "I am gladdened to see you wearing that suit, by the way - and with a rather smart ensemble to accentuate it."

Duethielle Ladrennbenn stares at your open hand with the cookie for several moments before reaching out with her own hand. "That is so nice..." She breaks into a smile. "The owls are very quick..."

Bizirik, the leothin snuffles softly, trailing along just a few steps after Gurashi, head slightly bowed and tail sweeping back and forth behind it, eyes trained on the cookie in Gurashi's hand.

Jolanthe puts her nose over a dark mint chocolate leothin cookie and inhales.

Bright and clear, you say to Jolanthe, "I wanted to wear something bright and peach-y!"

You wink conspiratorially at Jolanthe.

Jolanthe nods her head sagely.

Gently pressing it into the elfen's awaiting hands, you give a dark mint chocolate leothin cookie to Duethielle Ladrennbenn.

Jolanthe Myeras says, "Peachy keen!"

Jolanthe eats a dark mint chocolate leothin cookie with obvious gusto.

Bright and clear, you say to Duethielle Ladrennbenn, "Aren't they the fastest? The birds in the Basins are VERY quickly, with their flappy fast wings and all."

Gesturing to more cookies they hold, you say, "Have enough for everybody! Do not worry!"

Duethielle Ladrennbenn takes the cookie from you and immediately turns towards Bizirik, the leothin, bending low to offer it to the creature. Her long braid droops upon the ground.

Bizirik, the leothin gives a short gasp of elation to Duethielle Ladrennbenn.

You have emoted: Gurashi's mouth closes, lips puckering into a tight-lipped expression as they refrain from laughing, shoulders bunched. The leothin accepts the offering gladly, biting its confectionary self in half before chomp chomp chomping away at it happily, bits of chocolate leothin crumbling to the ground beneath it.

Bizirik, the leothin chirps happily at Duethielle Ladrennbenn.

Your shoulders bunch as you let out a short giggle.

Fondly, you say, "She missed you." They cant their head, watching the elfen dote on the leothin with snacks. "Me too. I have too, a lot! Lots, even."

Duethielle Ladrennbenn says to you, "It looks like her." She breaks into a smile and stands once more, drawing close. "Thank you..."

You have emoted: Gurashi lifts another cookie, offering it to Duethielle Ladrennbenn as she approaches. "Of course! If had more times would have brought the you-cookies, just as well." They pause, mouth quirking to the side. "Need to make another, though..." They ramble softly, trailing off and returning to offer the elfen a smile.

Bright and clear, you ask Duethielle Ladrennbenn, "Are you guys going to Miss Xiran and Mister Synl's wedding?"

Her snout curling into a smile, Olikai Clawheart murmurs as she takes Duethielle's hand, "Oh Duet, I think they meant the cookie for you..." Her liquid brown eyes fall upon you. "Thank you for visiting."

Duethielle Ladrennbenn looks over at Olikai Clawheart dreamily for a moment, then back to you. "Oh. The cookie was for me?" She pauses. "I do not know of any wedding..." Her olivine features scrunch slightly into a frown.

Your shoulders bunch as you let out a short giggle.

Jolanthe Myeras looks thoughtful and says, "It is in the commune news, though I suppose it might not be all the talk besides. The commune aethers have been a bit more quiet of late."

Jolanthe Myeras says, "Would be in Faethorn, so it's a bit more of a trip than would otherwise be within the forest."

You have emoted: Gurashi flashes Olikai Clawheart a broad smile. "Good evening, Miss Olikai," They hum, bobbing their head side to side, offering one of the leothin-shaped desserts now to the ethereal loboshigaru. "Am sorry took so long to visits."

Bright and clear, you say to Duethielle Ladrennbenn, "And, the cookie was for you, to do with as you pleased." They giggle. "I have extras, do not worry! No harms done, yes?"

You nod your head at Jolanthe.

Gently passing yet another leothin-shaped cookie into the elfen's hands, you give a dark mint chocolate leothin cookie to Duethielle Ladrennbenn.

Bright and clear, you say, "Yeah it is in..." They point up, then west, then at themselves, looking confused. "It is not on Primes. Forgot about that parts. Is where the fae live."

You think to yourself: *a swirl of confusion, shades of gray and ruddy brick and sepia swirling in their head - what direction IS aetherspace? above? below? which crepes layers is the Basin, again...*.

You eyes light up as you smile.

Olikai Clawheart reaches out to take the cookie from you. "I do not think Duet always reads the commune news," she explains to Jolanthe. "The months go by quickly." Her liquid brown eyes sparkle kindly as she smiles.

Gently passing it over to the woman's waiting hand, you give a dark mint chocolate leothin cookie to Olikai Clawheart.

Bright and clear, you say, "Yeah, time is..."

Jolanthe Myeras says to Olikai Clawheart, "Ah, indeed. When I wake more often they sometimes drag, but of late it feels like the months and even years pass along before I really know what to do be doing with myself. Then it's time for another nap."

You have emoted: Gurashi wiggles their hand in the air. "Is O-K! Times is REALLY fast."

You nod your head sagely.

Your eyes raise to the heavens as a look of hope flashes across your face.

Bright and clear, you say, "You blinks and then is three months later, sometimes."

Jolanthe nods solemnly.

You have emoted: Gurashi bunches their shoulders apologetically, looking down, dusting a felled leaf they failed to notice from their lapel. "But, yeah am going to be catering a weddings for some friends, later. Someone from Serenwildes is marrying someone from Glomdoring - isn't that nice?" They look up and smile again. "Is why am dressed all fanciful!"

You face lights up as you smile brightly at Jolanthe.

Jolanthe Myeras looks thoughtful and says, "Ah, I suppose she might not be acquainted with Xiran either, necessarily. She usually spends time off and about, or alongside Galaphyrae."

Duethielle Ladrennbenn brings the cookie to her lips and lightly nibbles, humming to herself. She dances about Olikai Clawheart in a slow circle, holding the loboshigaru's hand and twisting it in awkward angles.

You think to yourself: *as they resume watching the elfen twirl about, there is a faint ripple of color, brushing up against the gray and mud, trying to push through - the feeling settles again, fleeting - quiet*.

Olikai Clawheart very patiently turns with Duethielle's motions, her translucent body marking a circle as her feet shuffle and her tail brushes lightly at the hem of her robes.

You gaze softens as you smile.

You have emoted: Gurashi smiles, attention divided between the dancing elfen and Jolanthe as she points out the facts Gurashi had failed to consider.

As Duethielle continues to hum and dance, Olikai Clawheart answers, "I have met Xiran before, I believe. When the mists and the spirits visited the forest, some time back."

Bizirik, the leothin gently noses at Gurashi, eyes wide, pleading. The human slips the leothin another cookie discreetly, eliciting a high happy gasp, then a chatter as it accepts the dessert and makes off with it like a thief, half-hiding behind a nearby stall to eat.

You have emoted: Gurashi immediately perks up at the mention. "The spirits visited..."

Bright and clear, you say, "Was talking, to Miss Elexia, about coming to visit, when..."

You have emoted: Gurashi looks at Duethielle Ladrennbenn curiously. "She mentioned peoples were in the woods. Whispers and mists that left wetness on the leaves." They cant their head, looking to Olikai Clawheart. "Were spirits? And mists?"

Blinking, Jolanthe Myeras says, "Oh yes, right, when the, what was the word..."

Bright and clear, you say, "AND, rather... whispery mists..."

Jolanthe rummages through her notes.

You have emoted: Gurashi wriggles their fingers again, frowning. "Is always what happens. Start planning visits and then somethings happens or falls through. Times is flies."

You huff, puffing your cheeks.

You have emoted: Gurashi keeps their cheeks puffed, looking between Jolanthe and the couple, resembling a child eagerly awaiting the next chapter in a storybook.

You think to yourself: *a n t i c i p a t i o n????*.

Jolanthe Myeras says, "Seralem, yes. Still need to look more deeply into those matters myself, but it's easy when I'm lacking particular mental fortitude and lacking resolve for introspection."

You blink.

Repeating, softer, you ask, "Se...ra...lem?"

In a sing song voice, Duethielle Ladrennbenn murmurs, "Seralem... Seralem..." She stops in front of Jolanthe for a moment, her long braid swaying behind her graceful form. "Don't you see it...? Feel it?"

You have emoted: Gurashi repeats the word again, letting it roll off their tongue thoughtfully.

Jolanthe Myeras says to Duethielle Ladrennbenn, "Perhaps a little. I am not so spiritually attuned, I am afraid - but I've felt the difference here and there, seen glimpses through the eyes of others when I've sought them. I don't think I've been able to really reflect strongly upon them just yet."

A shifting, living poppy of indigo petals crackles with divine energy before exploding into a wide array of myriad petals. In another instant the poppy reappears, this time displaying a shade of dark amber.

You think to yourself: *the word echoes in their mind as well, bearing the fainted hint of cerulean, verdant greens* ... seralem...

The smell of wildflowers wafts past your nose.

Jolanthe Myeras says to Duethielle Ladrennbenn, "I am very much glad for those who are better attuned and more studious, since it's been some fair talk amongst them in kind!"

You have emoted: Gurashi watches Duethielle Ladrennbenn move curiously, then looks to Olikai Clawheart, voice rising half an octave in pitch, though quiet. "What... does it mean...?"

Jolanthe Myeras says to you, "Oh, goodness, that is some question for sure. I think there are still plenty within the Wilde grappling with the full extent of the answer as is."

You think to yourself: *faint acknowledgement - negation - Miss Duethielle, think she knows...*.

You think to yourself: *before them the ethereal loboshigaru hovers in the air - these two - these two - who else would know more, but perhaps...*.

Tilting her head to one side, her long ear drooping, Olikai Clawheart says, "I think it has something to do with the Great Host and the spirit plane." She laughs, her voice a gentle bark. "Funnily enough, I seem to know less about it than Duet. Her mind is sometimes... somewhere else. While my mind is now firmly back on the Prime plane."

You think to yourself: *fainter acknowledgement, then greater curiosity - 'somewhere else' - always thought she was off talking to her wife, but now her wife is here, yet she still...*.

Jolanthe Myeras says to Olikai Clawheart, "Aha, I think we are very much alike in that regard. I have a much better mind for where the sheep are hiding, and what spots the colewort has taken to this season."

You have emoted: Gurashi seems to be lost in thought as Olikai Clawheart explains, gray eyes scanning over the loboshigaru, gently rubbing their hands together as if they were trying to warm them from the cold.

Whiskers quivering, Binky Tailsnap says to Olikai Clawheart, "Oh! But she did write a letter, Olikai! That's good, right? She's staying around longer now."

You nod your head emphatically.

You have emoted: Gurashi smiles towards Binky Tailsnap, offering a silent wave of greeting.

Quietly, you say, "But she still..."

You have emoted: Gurashi doesn't finish their thought, looking at Duethielle Ladrennbenn now curiously, studying her head to toe, quirking their mouth to the side.

You think to yourself: *a soft, sympathetic thrum - it would be hard, to live like that - gone so long, coming back to entire seasons missing - how dizzying, life existing like a blink as it is - thought Olikai being back would fix it all better*.

Having been staring at Jolanthe the entire time, Duethielle Ladrennbenn turns her gaze back to you. She smiles vaguely, humming and swaying back and forth before saying to you. "I think you would like it... but it's not for you..." She leans in and lightly boops you on the nose with a single fingertip.

You have emoted: Gurashi blinks a few times as they are booped, eyes crossing to follow Duethielle Ladrennbenn's finger until it meets its destination. "Why not?" They cant their head, wriggling their nose several times to keep from scratching at it.

Jolanthe Myeras says to you, "Oh, how to say it, hmm."

You hear a rustling and turn to see Isser emerging from the undergrowth.

Gravely, Chef-Librarian Isser of the Wandering Inn Cartel says, "Hello!"

Peering about, Chef-Librarian Isser of the Wandering Inn Cartel says, "Hmmhmm... Is this a fae market?? I have not been here before."

Jolanthe Myeras says to you, "It's a bit like the communal binding of the forest - culturally and spiritually - in seeking union, it seeks us, and so forth. I don't think it can really be experienced without being a part of the forest and engaging in that struggle firsthand."

LOOK ISSER
Rooted to the ground by sturdy roots, he is a verdant wildewood. who stands here. He is a young sapling with silvery bark, and a verdant canopy that spreads in profusion in a semi circular dome. His trunk is straight and smooth, having been pruned of branches. A few divots in the center of his trunk suggest a face. His face is painted with an image of the greenman. His skin shimmers faintly from a thin application of oil and smells faintly of dragon's blood, deep and exotic. Tattooed on his face is an illustration of deer antlers framing the face. A lush fragrance dances about him as he stands awash in the wild, prismatic colours of a favour from Maylea, Bloom of Serenity.
He is wearing:
a miniature snowglobe ring
an etched garnet ring
a beryl sun ring
a bloodstone ring etched with salamanders
a smooth pearl ring
a thin sapphire band
a thin sapphire band
a thin opal band
a thin diamond band
shimmering onyx beads of Nintoba
a circlet of living vines
a brown leather backpack embroidered with stags
a flowing cape of blossoms
an autumnal cape
a satchel adorned with twining ivy
a simple tree-form coat
a bright yellow rose
a hairstick pin bearing a spray of warm beryl tulips of dawn
a silver and wood hairstick pin bearing a spray of amethyst tulips
a glittering diamond watch
a broad-faced square watch on a broad leather strap
a musical metronome pocket watch.

Olikai Clawheart says to you, "She went searching for me, but I think she found something beyond me." She turns towards Duethielle and lays a hand on the elfen's shoulder. "My dear Duet, come back to me. I'm here now. And so are your friends."

Jolanthe Myeras says to you, "In that regarding, I believe Duethielle sees how and why you would enjoy that sort of enmeshed essence of communion, and that should likewise clarify the exception."

Bizirik, the leothin snuffles as soon as Isser arrives, sniffing the wildewood at the roots curiously, tail slapping the ground.

Isser pets Bizirik, the leothin ingratiatingly.

Isser peers at a satchel adorned with twining ivy unscrupulously.

Isser gives a platter of multitudinous mini meatballs to Bizirik, the leothin.
Bizirik, the leothin stares blankly at a platter of multitudinous mini meatballs before nudging it back to Isser.

Isser leans down to examined Bizirik, the leothin with one grain eye.

You have emoted: Gurashi furrows their brow, seeming utterly entranced by the explanations, wide-eyed as they look between Jolanthe and Olikai Clawheart. "...oh..." They say at last, understanding and faint. Suddenly, they look at Duethielle Ladrennbenn, blurting out: "I do, still think of bumblebees. Every day."

Isser begins to wield a platter of multitudinous mini meatballs in his left hand.

Bizirik, the leothin eyes the meatball platter hungrily.

Isser tosses a platter of multitudinous mini meatballs to Bizirik, the leothin, and she catches it nimbly.

Bizirik, the leothin gives a short gasp of elation.

Brightly, Jolanthe Myeras says, "Bountiful, blithe bumblebees ever bee-lining towards the best."

Gravely, Chef-Librarian Isser of the Wandering Inn Cartel says to Bizirik, the leothin, "Rabbit meatballs."

Chef-Librarian Isser of the Wandering Inn Cartel says, "Be right back."

Isser leaves to the west.

You nod your head sagely at Jolanthe.

Duethielle Ladrennbenn blinks for a moment at you, her blue eyes clearing. She lets go of Olikai Clawheart's hand and takes up both of your hands. "I remember, yes." Her wrist tinkles with the bracelet upon it.

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

You have emoted: Gurashi gently but firmly squeezes Duethielle Ladrennbenn's hands, flashing the elfen a broad smile. "Promise to never not think about them, either. For they are goodly, yes." They squeeze again. "And I promise I will visit more, yes. I will talk to commune leaders, or ... /someone/, to work somethings out. Because am not always so lucky as to have a Miss Jolanthe to help me." They look over their shoulder at the other human, smiling.

You hear a rustling and turn to see Isser emerging from the undergrowth.

Looking back at the  couple before them, you say, "Will be sure to play some musics so you have something fun to listen to, while you work."

You huff, puffing your cheeks.

Jolanthe Myeras says, "Ah, it has been a while since I've heard a new song that isn't on the stage. Might be fun."

Isser takes a shot glass from a satchel adorned with twining ivy.

Duethielle Ladrennbenn continues to drag on your hand. "Here, I will show you..." She begins to walk off pulling and not waiting for you to follow.

Duethielle Ladrennbenn leaves to the west, long braid swaying.

You blink.

<-- Nyoom
Sheltered hollow.
It is warm and quite pleasant. The only light here comes from small holes in the foliage overhead, and beams down onto the ground, illuminating the finer features of this niche. Roots both small and large have spread across the floor, and several small bugs scuttle around. The plant life here is extravagant and lush, with ferns, grasses, flowers, and small bushes everywhere. There is, however, a rather musty smell in the air. A mature birch tree stands proudly here. Reaching up as high as the eye can see looms the awesome presence of a living totem. Her olive skin glowing with beauty, Duethielle Landrennbenn sings to herself.
You see exits leading east, south, and northwest.

Duethielle Ladrennbenn leaves to the northwest, long braid swaying.

You have emoted: Gurashi follows along, letting the elfen drag them along, wide-eyed.

Bursting open, the clouds in the sky release a light pitter-patter of rain.

Timeworn trunks.
There is the lightest of airs blowing through the locale. This place has a very odd feel to it, seeming to tingle with old age. The air smells strongly of drying leaves, which are present in substantial numbers. The creaking of ancient trees mixes with the ever-present bird song. Although the trees are largely maples, they have matured to a significant size, and tower up into the sky. Paths fork away in all directions, dwindling into the shade beneath these venerable boughs. A clump of golden, three-leaf clovers sway in the breeze here. The vegetation in the area feels saturated with life, covered in misted dewdrops, ready to burst forth into vibrancy at any moment. Birds sing more melodically, and creatures dance amidst the foliage, suffused with power and grace. A birch sapling clings tenaciously to the ground here. Reaching up as high as the eye can see looms the awesome presence of a living totem. A red fox stands here, cautiously listening to the surroundings. Her olive skin glowing with beauty, Duethielle Landrennbenn sings to herself. Completely motionless, a slender leothin intently surveys its surroundings. A handsome, spotted red stag with black wings wanders about here, his head held regally. Jolanthe Myeras is here. She wields a stag skull lyre in her left hand and a floral parasol of pink and lavender silks in her right hand. Chef-Librarian Isser of the Wandering Inn Cartel is here. He wields a spatula of twisted vines in his right hand.
You see exits leading north, northeast, southeast, and southwest.

You tilt your head curiously.

Jolanthe closes her eyes and inhales deeply, absorbing the scent of her surroundings.

Isser puts his hands on his hips and goes "Hmmm!"

Duethielle Ladrennbenn sits down upon the ground, her long braid coiling within the vibrant plantlife, displacing droplets of dew.

Isser puts a ceramic bottle painted in cherry blossoms into a satchel adorned with twining ivy.

Jolanthe Myeras says to you, "Pause - look closely around you. You will hear it too."

You have emoted: Gurashi blinks after Duethielle Ladrennbenn, stopping only when she stops, sinking down to crouch beside her as she drops to sit, balancing on the balls of their feet.

Jolanthe Myeras says to you, "You might try to look at the land as intently as Duethielle might, and you might see - a little."

Isser gives a shot glass to Jolanthe Myeras.

You have emoted: Gurashi glances at Jolanthe curiously, then back at the elfen, then wondrously towards their surrounds, pursing their lips. "Look at the land..."

Isser gives a shot glass to you.

Jolanthe Myeras says to Isser, "Thank you."

You have emoted: Gurashi's gaze settles on a nearby dewy bush, accepting the shot glass with very gentle "thank you".

Isser gives a shot glass to Duethielle Ladrennbenn.

Isser tosses a shot glass to Bizirik, the leothin, and she catches it nimbly.

Bizirik, the leothin chirps happily at Isser.

Duethielle Ladrennbenn drops the shot glass and cups your hand with both her hands, loosely holding it. "You see? There is more here..." Her blue eyes gaze unblinking.

Isser raises his branches up into the air, shading you in a canopy of your own.

Chef-Librarian Isser of the Wandering Inn Cartel thinks to himself: Hmmhmm. Not a drinker that one.

You have emoted: Gurashi's attention whips back around to Duethielle Ladrennbenn, blinking owlishly at her before looking down at their hands. "It is..." They say, staring off beyond the elfen's shoulder, able to make sense of something just within the periphery of their gaze, near and far all at once. "Beautiful."

Bizirik, the leothin accepts the elfen's dropped drink, stealing the shot glass away with a delicate clink of its jaws.

Duethielle Ladrennbenn breaks into a smile, placing your palm upon her cheek. "Seralem..."

With quiet understanding, you say, "... It is like normals..." They blink again, "but, more..."

Jolanthe Myeras says to you, "The extraordinary within the ordinary."

You think to yourself: *recalling the feeling they hold within their elfen shape, the intensity of the colors of their surrounds, the sounds, the smells, the tastes and touch - everything is so much MORE, is same? is more for her? for elfen in general? for Serenwilders? questions throb in the back of their head*.

Repeating back as if it were a song, you say, "Seralem..."

You hum softly to yourself.

The smell of wildflowers wafts past your nose.

Jolanthe hums a happy tune.

Chef-Librarian Isser of the Wandering Inn Cartel thinks to himself: Hmmhmm.

Chef-Librarian Isser of the Wandering Inn Cartel thinks to himself: I feel like I should toast them.

Bizirik, the leothin licks at its face, the remnants of mini-meatballs still splattered where the sudden centrifugal force created by the tossed platter and the leothin's jaw left a saucy mess across its snout.

Duethielle Ladrennbenn breaks into a bright smile and gets up again, dragging you upwards. "I see it more... Olikai... should see it..." She looks around, staring fixedly at Isser and Jolanthe as if willing understanding. "It is here. They say it is here..."

Jolanthe nods solemnly.

You have emoted: Gurashi grunts, rising with creaking legs, following after the much more lively elfen. "It is here?" They repeat back, letting Duethielle Ladrennbenn hold both hands captive, blinking at her.

Slowly, Chef-Librarian Isser of the Wandering Inn Cartel says, "If you are referring to the forest. My Silent cousins are present. I can feel them."

You have emoted: Gurashi looks at their surrounds, studying the dew-covered greenery, squinting into the middle ground as if hoping to spot some shape.

Isser begins to wield a flowering garland in his left hand.
Isser thumps the ground with his garland and an earthy aura surrounds his form.

Gravely, Chef-Librarian Isser of the Wandering Inn Cartel says to you, "They are always here. They keep Lord Beetle at bay."

You think to yourself: *the air is rich, the birds are loud, the color so /vibrant/*.

Duethielle Ladrennbenn turns to you and says, "Here, and not where you are..." She turns and drags you away.

Bright and clear, you say, "Oh--!"

Duethielle Ladrennbenn leaves to the southeast, long braid swaying.

You have emoted: Gurashi squawks as they are dragged off.

<-- nyoom back to Glade

Hidden glade market.
It is warm and quite pleasant. A number of briar rose bushes grow at the edges of the glade, enclosing it in a thick, thorny ring that is difficult to traverse without injury. Rising from the leaves is a subtle fragrance, sweet as apples, which permeates the meadow with its rustic stalls and shelves that house various items for sale. Tall birch trees rise from among the briars, their whorled eyes overlooking the area like silent guardians. Shimmering with a stately posture, Olikai Clawheart floats in the air. A painting of cookie-bound bliss has been enshrined on a shelf here, festooned with flowers and leaf garlands and a trail of mouldy cookie crumbs. Binky Tailsnap stands here, his soft nose and whiskers lifted thoughtfully. Wings humming, Miaei Wildbriar hovers in midair. A pleasantly plump golden tae'dae origami sits next to the enshrined painting, smiling cheerfully. Reaching up as high as the eye can see looms the awesome presence of a living totem. An oak sapling clings tenaciously to the ground here. Her olive skin glowing with beauty, Duethielle Landrennbenn sings to herself. A handsome, spotted red stag with black wings wanders about here, his head held regally.
You see a single exit leading west.

You have emoted: Gurashi lets out a hurried little sound, rushing after Duethielle Ladrennbenn, eager to keep up with her. "Is here?"

Duethielle Ladrennbenn shakes her head slowly.

Jolanthe gently shakes some pollen from her dress.

You have emoted: Gurashi catches their breath, tongue sticking out of the corner of their mouth as they stop next to the elfen, looking at the rest of the market glade's occupants, perplexed.

Duethielle Ladrennbenn says to you, "You will go back to the city... yes?"

You have emoted: Gurashi blinks, then looks at Duethielle Ladrennbenn beside them. "New Celest? Oh," They smile, canting their head. "After am all done with the weddings, and stuff, yes. Probably... but I meant what I said, before. About visiting more?"

You huff, puffing your cheeks.

Duethielle Ladrennbenn shakes her head and lets go of your hand. "You will not find it there... I do not think..." She walks slowly back towards Olikai Clawheart.

Comprehension flashes across Isser's face.

Slowly, Chef-Librarian Isser of the Wandering Inn Cartel says, "You might want to talk to the LIsteners, especially Elder Saran or Calfuray. Preerably Elder Saran."

You have emoted: Gurashi frowns, starting to reach off after Duethielle Ladrennbenn as she releases their hand. "...oh, am..." They trail off, letting it drop back to their side, then find their other hand, fidgeting nervously. They flash Olikai Clawheart a shy smile, bunching their shoulders. "She was showing me - us - the Seralems..."

Looking at the elfen with a little smile, you say, "As muchly as coulds."

Isser nods his head affirmatively at you.

You have emoted: Gurashi suddenly looks down at the Mantle of Starlight as it billows about their form, inhaling slowly, thoughtfully.

Assertively, Jolanthe Myeras says, "Indeed."

You nod your head sagely.

With a certain amount of force in her voice, Olikai Clawheart says to Isser, "I do not think the Listeners know of Seralem, not yet."

Olikai Clawheart says to Isser, "Please do not mis-guide our guest."

You gaze softens as you smile.

With a slow nod to Olikai Clawheart, Isser shows his understanding.

Earnestly, you say, "Well, I do not disagree with Miss Duethielle in sayings that, I will not finds it in New Celest..."

Gravely, Chef-Librarian Isser of the Wandering Inn Cartel says to Olikai Clawheart, "Pardon, but they are my elders and are the wisest person I know of. Well Elder Saran is."

You feel a slight tug within your chest and the air around you sparkles with motes of bright light.

You have emoted: Gurashi squeezes their hands together tightly before folding them over a vibrant mandolin of songbirds and stars, resting them atop the strings. "Letters are a goodly way, to keep track of time, though. In the meantime." They smile between Duethielle Ladrennbenn and Olikai Clawheart. "Even if do not send them. Writing letters to friends? Even if is not me."

Shulamit exists abruptly in this location, surrounded by dissolving, rainbow-hued butterflies.

Glowing in tune with her words, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Beacon says to you, "Hi hi! I have no concept of personal space or timing!"

Shulamit gives a starsucker origami to you.

Shulamit nods her head sagely.

You blink.

Shulamit leans close to you and gently lays a kiss upon your forehead. <-- I love this woman with all my heart.

Shulamit raises her hand in greeting to Jolanthe and says "Hi!"

Jolanthe glances wryly at Shulamit and hides a grin behind her hand.

Shulamit raises her hand in greeting to Isser and says "Hi!"
Bright and clear, you say to Shulamit, "Ah - you are wonderful."

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

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

You give Shulamit a friendly squeeze.

Lips quirking in sardonic amusement, Shulamit seizes a strand of rainbow-hued domotheos energy and wraps it about herself.

(Veiled): You say, "The bestest Beacons!"

Chef-Librarian Isser of the Wandering Inn Cartel says to Shulamit, "Hello Auntie!"

Shulamit explodes into the cloud of rainbow-hued butterflies she truly is.

(Veiled): Shulamit says, "The Goodest Gurashis!"

Your shoulders bunch as you let out a short giggle.

You stare blankly into space.

Bright and clear, you whisper, "... so fast."

Duethielle Ladrennbenn does not seem to have noticed the appearance or disappearance of the visitor at all.

In a serious tone, Chef-Librarian Isser of the Wandering Inn Cartel asks, "Seralem?"

The chirping of crickets surrounds you in a medley of night-time music.

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

Jolanthe Myeras says to Isser, "Yes. At the very least, that sort of extraordinary within the ordinary, as we felt and observed prior."

You let loose a long breath from your lungs, exhaling slowly.

With a slow nod to Jolanthe, Isser shows his understanding.

Vaguely, Duethielle Ladrennbenn says to you, "I will write more letters. And I will ask Binky to send them..."

You have emoted: Gurashi reaches up, rubbing the back of their neck sheepishly as they hold the origami starsucker before them with the other hand, face flushed. "Only if you would like. I will send them too, until can find out how to visits more from Mister Pysynne?"

Bright and clear, you say to Duethielle Ladrennbenn, "Am so happy, you wrote me. Really."

Bright and clear, you say to Duethielle Ladrennbenn, "Think about you and your wifey and friends every month, at least once every month." They tap on the center of their forehead. "You do not slip my minds."

With a nod, you give a dark mint chocolate leothin cookie to Binky Tailsnap.

Lobbing the cookie into the branches above blindly, you give a dark mint chocolate leothin cookie to Miaei Wildbriar.

Binky Tailsnap's whiskers quiver slightly as he takes the cookie. "And, maybe the Regent will let you visit more!" He breaks into a smile, tail lifted behind him.

From the branches overhead, Miaei Wildbriar exclaims, "I was WONDERING when my offering is due!"

Chef-Librarian Isser of the Wandering Inn Cartel says to Miaei Wildbriar, "Hello!"

"Heh heh heh" Jolanthe chuckles.

Isser gives a shot glass to Miaei Wildbriar.

Miaei Wildbriar rustles the branches and hides amongst the leaves again, the only sign of her presence being some heavy munching.

Chef-Librarian Isser of the Wandering Inn Cartel says to Miaei Wildbriar, "Your offering. Blue Fruit punch. A Wandering Inn Exclusive."

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

Isser takes a platter of multitudinous mini meatballs from a satchel adorned with twining ivy.

Bright and clear, you say, "I am sorry! I thought would come gets if wanted, I did not think to hands out firstly. Is on me, on me."

Isser sneakily slides a a platter of multitudinous mini meatballs into the branches right next to Miaei Wildbriar.

You face lights up as you smile brightly at Binky Tailsnap.

Isser gives a platter of multitudinous mini meatballs to Miaei Wildbriar.

You think to yourself: *though the scene before them seems to be wrapping up, a new question worms its way to the forefront of their mind, ahead of wedding plans and muted colors - Seralem, Seralem... why oh why does she still...*.

You have emoted: Gurashi rubs the back of their neck again, then suddenly glances down at a mottled bloodstone watch with a gasp. "Oh! My goodness! The wedding is less than a day away!"

Isser nods his head at you, showing his acceptance.

Looking up, you say, "Ah! I am so glad that wrote, but I should go make sure that everything is set up and ready from my ends, before it begins..."

You sway anxiously in your spot.

Jolanthe Myeras says to you, "Let me know if you have any ingredient issues that require help."

You nod your head sagely at Jolanthe.

Bright and clear, you say to Isser, "Thank you for the drinks!"

Isser nods his head in agreement.

Duethielle Ladrennbenn turns and smiles at you. "Thank you for coming... I will write again..." She pulls Olikai forward with her and places a kiss on your cheek.

You blink.

You blush furiously.

Isser tells you, "Hmmhmm. I am follow you. //YOu have your personall canopy to shade you from the sun."
Isser raises his branches up into the air, shading you in a canopy of your own.

You have emoted: Gurashi ears flush as the elfen leans in, and they let out a shy little giggle, nodding. "Please do so, yes. You all stay goodly and kind, yes."

You nod your head at Isser.

Isser takes a platter of multitudinous mini meatballs from a satchel adorned with twining ivy.
Isser gives a platter of multitudinous mini meatballs to Binky Tailsnap.

Your melodic voice sings into Xiran L'Eternae's mind, "Hello, Miss Xiran! In which places will the weddings be taking place? And where might I put foods?"

Bright and clear, you say to Jolanthe, "You have been the most kind!"

Bright and clear, you say to Jolanthe, "Thank you for helping me visits in such short notice! And being so smart with knowing what dids."

Chef-Librarian Isser of the Wandering Inn Cartel says to Binky Tailsnap, "Pardon! I did not see you there. An offering for you too!"

Jolanthe Myeras says to you, "Ah, I have merely been in attendance - it is no worry."

Bright and clear, you ask Jolanthe, "Do you want to go up to the wedding with us?"

Olikai Clawheart lifts a translucent claw and waves. "Be well. I hope it is a happy wedding."

You beam broadly at Olikai Clawheart.

Bright and clear, you ask Olikai Clawheart, "It is a wedding! What could be happier than that?"

Chef-Librarian Isser of the Wandering Inn Cartel says to Olikai Clawheart, "Come if you can. It sounds like the entire basin will be there. Oh and most of the commune too."

Jolanthe Myeras says to you, "I suppose I can tag along, if that's acceptable."

You think to yourself: *a pale, hopeful skein of saffron*.

You nod your head at Jolanthe.

You beckon to Jolanthe.

Jolanthe begins to follow you.

<-- Nyooms to wedding!!