Festival of Spring - Bonfire Dance and Feast

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You flit about happily.

Millien hugs you compassionately.

A merry smile comes to Elexia's lips as she waves a hand in greeting to you. In her hands she holds a small, faeling-sized wooden comb. After she finishes her wave, she returns to brushing her sable locks. "Well met, sister mine!" she calls out.

(Serenwilde): You say, "Hello, dear Serenwilde! We've a quarter day until our festivities begin!"

You have emoted: Lief returns Millien's hug, then resumes winging about, considering the area surrounding a fragrant, crackling bonfire. "Hm, hm," she thinks aloud.

bury palm
You set about digging a deep hole. It's back-breaking work, and you're occasionally forced to stop for a rest. Finally, the hole is done. You place a palm sigil within it, and fill the hole back in.

The melodious voice of Gurashi resonates in your mind, "Ah ... is too, uh... early?"

You have emoted: Lief starts setting out plates and platters, with leaves serving as napkins for the smaller treats she begins arranging.

Calling up to her sister from her spot below, Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon says, "Lief, is there anything we can do to assist you?"

You tell Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe, "No, no, not at all! We begin in less than a quarter-day. I will shout very soon about it!"

You drop 31 platters of wine-braised chicken.
You hold no more platters of wine-braised chicken.
9300h, 6800m, 10800e, 10p Bekb-

Bright crescents of flame flash and flicker from the bonfire, occasionally tipped with hints of soft blue and moonlit silver.

Smoke rises in waves from the bonfire, partially obscuring the flames. With a soft breeze, the sharp, woody fragrance of the smoke washes over the clearing.

The melodious voice of Gurashi resonates in your mind, "O-K. Uhm, have some food that will bring."

You drop 19 burning magnolia macaron cookies.
You hold no more burning magnolia macaron cookies.

Llani descends from above.

You tell Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe, "Oh, that is wonderful! Please do!"

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

Millien scratches her head looking for an idea.

Llani wipes the paints off her face.

The melodious voice of Gurashi resonates in your mind, "...do not have to be skyclad right."

The melodious voice of Gurashi resonates in your mind, "Said that did not have to be skyclad but other peoples might be right."

Busy Bee Llani Myeras, Springtime Portent says, "I think I'm ready! This is all very exciting."

You have emoted: As she places the different dishes out, Lief flashes Elexia a smile. "Do you think we're missing anything?" she asks, surveying the goodies.

Llani bounces up and down on her tip-toes, her wings buzzing furiously.

You tell Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe, "Right! I'm wearing a dress, myself!"

It is late night, approaching dawn.
The phase of the moon is the Waning Crescent.

In your world, it is 2019/11/20 00:49:56 GMT and 2019/11/19 18:49:56 in your configured timezone.
See HELP GMT for an explanation of GMT.

L llani
She is a nimble faeling with antlers. Her curly, raven-black hair is swept back past pointed ears and falls to the small of her back, all manner of colorful beads and other small trinkets woven into it. Curious green eyes peer past the tip of her rounded and slightly upturned nose as she watches the world go by. Her form is lithe and slender, though the gentle swell of her chest and hips adds a touch of femininity to her figure. At two feet in height, she's large for a faeling but still dwarfed by her rounded bee wings, each marked with a black hexagonal pattern that stretches across the translucent membrane. Swirling, hypnotic patterns of black and yellow cover every inch of her skin. Still wet in places, the fresh paint hasn't had a chance to fully dry yet. A lush fragrance dances about her as she stands awash in the wild, prismatic colours of a truefavour from Maylea, Bloom of Serenity. An ethereal bracelet of azure flame rests upon her wrist, marking the truefavour of Raezon, the Forbidden upon her.

She is wearing:
a bumblebee and daisy anklet
a vine-woven bone necklace
the Flame of dae'Seren hanging from her wrist by a silver chain.


Elexia casts a thoughtful glance over the assorted cuisine as she begins to weave spring-time flowers in her hair, beginning with tulips. "No, this looks marvelous, sister, a great bounty," she says with a shake of her head. She has set her usual ribbon aside, now peeking out of her pack.

The melodious voice of Gurashi resonates in your mind, "O-K."

You have emoted: Lief flashes Llani a beaming smile. "Your paintwork is absolutely beautiful, dear," she says admiringly.

A light smattering of clouds now covers the sky.

The last vestiges of midnight shadows flee as Mother Night hides herself from the luminous arrival of her shining mate as he chases her across the bowl of the sky.

Millien nods her head emphatically.

A soft blush is barely visible beneath the paint covering Llani's cheeks as she smiles at you. "Thank you! It feels so wonderful, so free. But it's a little scary, having people see me like this, too."

You have emoted: "Nobody will judge you - nobody'll judge any of us," Lief smiles, turning her gaze back to a fragrant, crackling bonfire, "save the Verdant Lands herself."

Shaking her head, Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon says, "Dear, it is simply marvelous work. Do not be ashamed, it is how you were made to be."

Softly, to herself, you say, "May we do the Forest proud tonight. May we sow the seeds of the future. May we shine hope where none exists just yet."

Millien eats a strip steak seasoned with a spiced kafe rub with obvious gusto.

In a slightly glum tone, Millien Myeras says, "..I found steak.."

You have emoted: Lief squints up at the morning sun, shading her eyes against it.

"Thank you both!" Llani says with a broad smile, before winging over to give both you and Elexia a hug in turn, inadvertantly leaving behind a a bit of her black and yellow paint.

Crackles and snaps issue from the bonfire here as swirls of glowing motes rise into the air.

Busy Bee Llani Myeras, Springtime Portent exclaims to Millien, "It's not just steak.. It's ground beef!"

You have emoted: Lief flashes Llani a joyful smile, embracing her in turn.

Elexia laughs merrily as she accepts your hug, apparently unperturbed by the leftover paint. She rises to her feet, her hair now filled with lilies, orchids, and tulips. Upon her cheeks has been inscribed a flowing, silvery script.

Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon smiles and says to you, "Your dress is lovely, sister. As well as your chosen accessories."

You have emoted: "Oh, thank you," Lief beams at Elexia, winging about. Abruptly, she dips between some trees and begins pulling out instruments - hand drums, round with double-ended drumming sticks to go with each. She sets them in a pile, but selects one set for herself, one whose skin is painted in luxurious flowers.

(Ironhart Collective): You say, "We are now gathering for the festivities! If it's easiest for everyone, you may teleport to me."

Millien scratches her head looking for an idea.

(Ironhart Collective): You say, "I will be inviting the rest of the Basin to celebrate with us as well, so long as they maintain the peace here on these grounds."

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

You murmur, "To think of what to shout..."

Enclosed clearing.
There is a moderate breeze here. A pair of fallen trees form a makeshift but sturdy bench here. Resting upon the stones here is a massive, crackling bonfire from which a wild fragrance rises. Reaching up as high as the eye can see looms the awesome presence of a living totem. A sweet fondue platter has been left here. There are 10 platters of roasted root vegetables with wild herbs here. There are 9 platters of edible blossoms and forest fruit drizzled with honeyed sap here. There are 11 platters of wine-braised chicken here. A cookie shaped like a coiled, beaming caterpillar lies here, slathered in green icing. There are 9 stag weed cookies here. There are 9 burning magnolia macaron cookies here. Piercing through the soil with its thin stem, a gold-and-red Hornsmen's iris scents the air with an earthy perfume. Busy Bee Llani Myeras, Springtime Portent is here. She wields a wooden palette shield resounding with colourful corruption in her left hand and a mystic cudgel in her right hand. Geochemist Uzriel i'Xiia hovers in midair, borne upon a bank of sickly, coiling black smog. There is a burning illusory eye floating darkly over him. He wields a magnum blastworks in his left hand. Millien Myeras is here. Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon stands here, flanked by an indistinct entourage of ancestral spirits.
You see exits leading north, east, and south.

Uzriel inclines his head politely to those around him.

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

You have emoted: Lief bows her antlered head in greetings to Uzriel, smiling.

Shango doffs the Holy Helm of Avechna cordially.

Elexia clasps her hands together and bows to Uzriel with a smile. "Welcome to the Serenwilde!" As Shango arrives, she does the same in turn.

Shango slips into a finely rough collar affixed with a bowtie.

Shango slips into a sparkling black top hat.

Shango removes the Holy Helm of Avechna.

Voice muffled by his mask, Geochemist Uzriel i'Xiia says, "Greetings Wilders."

Busy Bee Llani Myeras, Springtime Portent exclaims, "Welcome!"

Shango adjusts his bowtie.

You shout, "The wheel of seasons turns for us all, and spring has entered its very last month! Serenwilde will be hosting a bonfire dance and feast, open to all of the Basin who maintain the peace here on our grounds. Please teleport directly to me if you would like to join us in celebration!"

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

Among the sparkling motes of light, a translucent figure appears in the air and then quickly solidifies as Tsakali comes into view.
A subtle increase in illumination and a shower of white flames herald the entrance of a gold and black phoenix from the ether.

Suddenly Shango pauses, something in his eyes briefly seeming bloodthirsty and violent.

Bright crescents of flame flash and flicker from the bonfire, occasionally tipped with hints of soft blue and moonlit silver.

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

Today is the 3rd of Vestian, 546 years after the Coming of Estarra. The phase of the moon is the Waning Crescent.

In your world it is Wednesday, the 20th of November, in the year 2019 GMT, and Tuesday, the 19th of November, in the year 2019 in your local timezone.

Daraius tells you, "Comrade, I can't seem to detect the precise location of your party."

Silvanos tells you, "I would like to join, but I shall be a bit as I am a bit...busy."

Shango doffs a candy striped top hat cordially.

The melodious voice of Gurashi resonates in your mind, "Will be there momentarily!"

Shango idly twitches his tail.

You tell Rajakumari Silvanos Lunarose, Herbal Connoisseur, "Certainly! Please teleport to me when you are ready!"

You have emoted: Lief bows her antlered head in greetings, beaming.

Silvanos tells you, "Thank you!"

Millien eats a strip steak seasoned with a spiced kafe rub with obvious gusto.

You tell Lord Daraius Shevat, Minister of Cultural Affairs, "Oh, oh! Let me see here.."

Shango removes a candy striped top hat.

Shango doffs an ancestral loboshigaru tribal crown cordially.

Shango massages his temples, his patience visibly wearing thin.

Primarch Shango D'Cente, Dark Animus of the Machine sticks out his tongue and says, "Too many headwears."

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

Finger extended, Shango pokes a sparkling black top hat.

Esei arrives, following Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe.
A series of pure, crystalline notes sounds in the air as Gurashi steps smoothly into being.
Bizirik slinks in from the ether, clicking and thrumming softly.

Tsakali's eyes sparkle with amusement.

You tell Lord Daraius Shevat, Minister of Cultural Affairs, "If you've a recently painted map of our woods, the space with the bonfire should be marked with numbers '49399'"

Gurashi blinks.

Uzriel chuckles long and heartily.

A sense of warm serenity settles upon the surroundings as Daraius, riding a tawny gryphon with grey-feathered wings, strides in from the north.
Gliding in upon grey-feathered wings, a tawny gryphon arrives from the north, surrounded by a halo of white light.

Elexia raises a hand in greeting to the newcomers, bowing her head. "Well met, children of Night and Crow, thank you for coming to celebrate the end of the season with us," she chimes.

Esei inclines their head politely to Elexia.

Gurashi clears his throat upon his arrival, glancing quickly about the clearing with wide eyes.

Esei blinks slowly.

Glorious rays of morning light burst forth from Father Sun's crown as it peeks over the world's edge, announcing a bright and shining new dawn.

Startled, Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe says to Elexia, "Oh, er - many greetings."

You have emoted: Lief wings about merrily, her white dress and dark body paint illuminated by a fragrant, crackling bonfire's dancing, changing lights. "Welcome in peace, welcome in merriment!"

Gurashi chitters at you with energetic clicks of his mandibles.

Visionary Esei of the Ascending Dusk says, "Technically, I am a child of Crow, and Gurashi is a follower of Lady Mahalla and the Shadowbeat."

With a quick beat of her wings, Millien cautiously circles the area and studies her surroundings.

Llani bounces up and down on her toes, waving to the newcomers. "Welcome, welcome to the dance!" She says with a broad smile.

The Liar tells you, "You said anyone could come?"

Esei coughs softly.

Visionary Esei of the Ascending Dusk says, "Not Crow, but rather Mother Night."

Daraius dips his bewhiskered canid muzzle politely to the assembled crowd, taking a moment to survey the diverse faces.

Tsakali gives a trillingly melodic laugh.

Gurashi perks up upon hearing your voice, plodding over to her and offering a small platter adorned with desserts. "Uh." He shrugs his shoulders. "Brought foods."

9300h, 6800m, 10800e, 10p Bexkb-tell liar that is right! We all celebrate the springtime. You are most welcome if you keep the peace here
To whom do you wish to tell?


9300h, 6800m, 10800e, 10p Bexkb-reply that is right! We all celebrate the springtime. You are most welcome if you keep the peace here
You tell Rajakumari Silvanos Lunarose, Herbal Connoisseur, "That is right! We all celebrate the springtime. You are most welcome if you keep the peace here."


You tell Rajakumari Silvanos Lunarose, Herbal Connoisseur, "Oh, pardon!"

9300h, 6800m, 10800e, 10p Bexkb-tell the liar that is right! We all celebrate the springtime. You are most welcome if you keep the peace here
To whom do you wish to tell?
(I tried so hard!)


Bright crescents of flame flash and flicker from the bonfire, occasionally tipped with hints of soft blue and moonlit silver.


Soft steps precede the entrance of Binky Tailsnap from the north.

Humming softly, Duethielle Ladrennbenn enters from the north.

Resting her hand beneath her chin, Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon says to Esei, "I see, my apologies then, for the mistake. I am a Spiritsinger by trade myself, but I count myself a daughter of Moon and Stag all the same. I may not draw on their powers especially, but I revere them as spirits of the wood."

With a slow nod to Elexia, Esei shows their understanding.

You tell Rajakumari Silvanos Lunarose, Herbal Connoisseur, "Oh, though...I'm having trouble speaking with The Liar. Do you know of this person? Can you let them know they are welcome, if so?"

Tsakali, Pilgrim of Bodhi says to you, in Dracnari, "I may need to bring someone here."

Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon smiles and says to Esei, "But I am happy to call you by whatever you prefer, of course."

Tsakali, Pilgrim of Bodhi says to you, "I may need to bring someone here."

Gurashi gives 8 platters of smiling bees to you.

Silvanos tells you, "They have talked to us and one of our Friends has taken the task to help them."

Entranced by Gurashi, Llani emits a long "Ooooh."

Visionary Esei of the Ascending Dusk says to Elexia, "I am an Augur myself and thus follow the teachings of all the Hallowed."

Gurashi puts 3 plump bumblebee cookies into a fesix backpack.

Gurashi gives 20 iridescent peacock cookies to you.

Tsakali searches the air in front of them, then tugs upon an invisible strand of force.

You have emoted: Lief accepts the treats with a grateful smile, and carefully, she arranges them about with the others.

Gurashi's mandibles twitch slightly as he voices a brief, curious chirr.

Busy Bee Llani Myeras, Springtime Portent exclaims to Gurashi, "You've brought bees!"

Tsakali, Pilgrim of Bodhi says, "I will return with a friend."

You nod your head enthusiastically at Tsakali.

Shango idly twitches his tail.

Tsakali turns translucent and then vanishes, leaving behind a cloud of sparkling motes of light.
Showering her surroundings in white flames by flapping her wings, a gold and black phoenix takes flight and leaves to the ether.

Millien quickly devours a strip steak seasoned with a spiced kafe rub.

You drop 10 piping hot chicken and mushroom soups.
You hold no more piping hot chicken and mushroom soups.

Lord Daraius Shevat, Minister of Cultural Affairs asks you, "You'll forgive my ignorance, comrade, I hope. May I ask what is the occasion?"

You drop 8 platters of smiling bees.
You hold no more platters of smiling bees.

You drop 20 iridescent peacock cookies.
You hold no more iridescent peacock cookies.

Primarch Shango D'Cente, Dark Animus of the Machine says, "Palm sigil, very important."

Turning to look at Llani, Gurashi nods, mandibles clicking. "Oh, yes!"

Shango sets about digging a deep hole. He is forced to occasionally stop and rest, so difficult is the work. Finally, the hole is done, and he places a palm sigil inside of it, then fills the hole back in.

Daraius catches a ball of sparkly luminescence as it spins up and into his hands.

Esei inclines their head politely to Duethielle Ladrennbenn.
Distracted, Duethielle Ladrennbenn gazes away into the distance.

Tilting her head curiously, Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon says to Esei, "An Augur? I admit I have not heard of this station, nor the Hallowed which you speak. I would like to learn more, sometime."

You have emoted: Lief finds a leaf to set each cookie upon, though she pauses to beam at Daraius. "Absolutely, of course! We celebrate springtime, and Vestian, the very last month of spring."

Airily, Duethielle Ladrennbenn says to Gurashi, "Hello..." She hums a few notes to herself, "Hmm hmmmm.."

Esei inclines their head politely to Elexia.

The bonfire flares suddenly, the flames burning into your sight. In the aftervision, you see the shape of a bright hart, antlers flickering.

Esei blinks slowly.

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

Uzriel inclines his head politely to those around him.

Shango swivels his ears about, trying to focus on some errant sound.

"How charming," Daraius observes, earnestly. "Is it an annual celebration, then?"

Gurashi quickly bows his head upon realizing Llani's state of dress laces his hands together and nodding to himself. "Also, am born under bumblebee so. Like bees," He says to the ground.

With a beaming smile, you say to Daraius, "Many of us gathered in this same place to plant seeds of hope, of dreams, of promises and vows on the first of Kiani. We celebrate and work toward seeing these promises come to fruition now as well."

Millien eats a strip steak seasoned with a spiced kafe rub with obvious gusto.

You have emoted: "Oh, goodness, not on quite this scale!" Lief laughs with merry delight. "But we all honour the turning of the seasons in our own ways."

Bizirik's head begins to droop. It opens its great maw and curls back its lips to allow its forked tongue to unfurl as it yawns before snapping its mouth shut.

Daraius observes your expression carefully, unable to keep a semblance of a smile from creeping over his own canine features at the explanation.

Gurashi twiddles his thumbs.

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

Among the sparkling motes of light, a translucent figure appears in the air and then quickly solidifies as Tsakali comes into view.
A subtle increase in illumination and a shower of white flames herald the entrance of a gold and black phoenix from the ether.

Tsakali nods their head emphatically.

Primarch Shango D'Cente, Dark Animus of the Machine says, "I'm mostly just going to watch, not much of a dancer I fear."

Tsakali, Pilgrim of Bodhi says, "Here we.."

Tsakali ponders the situation.

Peeking up just long enough to see, Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe says to Tsakali, "Many greetings."

Tsakali nods their head at Gurashi.

Pointing at his hands, Duethielle Ladrennbenn says to Gurashi, "I like bumblebees..."

Esei nods their head at Tsakali.

Gurashi blinks.

Voice muffled by his mask, Geochemist Uzriel i'Xiia says, "Dancing is also not really for me, but I am quite interested to watch."

"Ahah!" Tsakali exclaims triumphantly.

Tsakali grins mischievously at the Liar.

Millien blinks.

Tilting her antlered head, finishing with the last cookie's arrangement, you say to Shango, "Are you certain? This won't be stately ballroom dancing. There are no wrong steps to take."

Esei blinks.

Tsakali, Pilgrim of Bodhi says to you, "This is my friend, the Liar."

Shango lifts his eyebrow slightly, curious.

The Liar offers a soft, shy smile, but avoids eye contact, mumbling an awkward greeting.

Daraius's eyes sparkle behind the lenses of a pair of thin spectacles.

Gurashi turns slowly, lifting his head to look towards Duethielle Ladrennbenn. A momentary look of surprise overtakes his face, followed by curiosity. "Are bumblebee as well?"

Esei inclines their head politely to the Liar.

Daraius dips his bewhiskered canid muzzle politely to the Liar.

Shango jerks slightly as the air fills with sparkling motes of bright light.
You sense Kailanna pulling on the strands of aether surrounding Shango.

Tsakali, Pilgrim of Bodhi whispers to the Liar, "There's a lot of random people here, so let me know if you get uncomfortable."

You have emoted: Lief's ears twitch, and she directs her attention to Tsakali and the Liar. "Greetings and welcome," she says, her voice touched with curiosity. "Is your name truly 'The Liar', if I may ask?"

A freezing cold fills the air as blood-coloured fog spills from a gap in the air. The form of Kailanna manifests within.
Rakkan, the Crowned Jackal pads in from the ether, assessing potential threats and dismissing those beneath his notice.

Bizirik's head begins to droop. It opens its great maw and curls back its lips to allow its forked tongue to unfurl as it yawns before snapping its mouth shut.

Gurashi smiles softly at Duethielle Ladrennbenn.
Duethielle Ladrennbenn hums softly to herself.

Silvanos tells you, "May I teleport to you now?"

Daraius listens very carefully for the Liar's answer.

Millien tells you, "I don't think they'd be honest even if it wasn't.."

You tell Rajakumari Silvanos Lunarose, Herbal Connoisseur, "Absolutely!"

The Liar nods their head quickly towards you, "Yes, that is what I am known as."

Llani slowly fans her broad bee wings through the air. "Bumbleebees are really wonderful, aren't they? They help everything around them grow and flourish, but aren't afraid to lay down their lives when they must! Everything I aspire to me." She says with a broad smile.

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

Esei jerks slightly as the air fills with sparkling motes of bright light.
You sense Feoragan pulling on the strands of aether surrounding Esei.

Millien scratches her head looking for an idea.

Among the sparkling motes of light, a translucent figure appears in the air and then quickly solidifies as Silvanos comes into view.
She is followed by a speckled leather seal with underdeveloped flippers, Kraneia, of the Dogwood Trees, and Aigeiros of the Black Poplar.

Among the sparkling motes of light, a translucent figure appears in the air and then quickly solidifies as Feoragan comes into view.
No sound betrays the entrance of a pure white swan graced with gaudy wings adorned with multi-hued ribbons from the ether.

Silvanos sways back and forth.

Feoragan romps playfully about the room.

Tsakali, Pilgrim of Bodhi says to you, "The Liar is a priest in training for the Lord and Lady and Neither, Shofet Mysrai."

Feoragan peers at Tsakali unscrupulously.

The sun reaches the zenith of the firmament, pausing in his quest to allow the land to bask in his shining golden rays.

Binky Tailsnap flicks his ears and sniffs the air cautiously, looking around at all those gathered.

Esei nudges Feoragan suggestively.

Tilting his head to examine the liar, Geochemist Uzriel i'Xiia says, "I am, disappointed to find that logically the answer could only be truthful. And not in fact a lie."

With a flash of purple and red wings, Elexia hops into the air and begins to hover about two feet above the ground. She flits over to the nearby arrangement of food and happily picks up the platter. She spirits it away to the fireside and begins to eat without hesitation.

Elexia picks up a platter of roasted root vegetables with wild herbs.

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

Feoragan romps playfully in circles around Binky Tailsnap.
Binky Tailsnap clasps his tiny hands together.

"Heh heh heh" Silvanos chuckles.

"Hiya!" Feoragan says to Binky Tailsnap with a happy smile.
Binky Tailsnap's ears perk up with a sudden interest.

You have emoted: Comprehension dawns across Lief's features, and she flashes a smile for both Tsakali and the Liar. "Lies are an interesting thing," she notes.

Esei tilts their head curiously.

Esei jerks slightly as the air fills with sparkling motes of bright light.
You sense Nao pulling on the strands of aether surrounding Esei.

Tsakali, Pilgrim of Bodhi says to the Liar, "This is Lief. I'm not sure what they do in Serenwilde, but they announce a lot of things and they're interesting."

The Liar rubs their arm with the opposite paw awkwardly, attempting to look less conspicuous. "Thank you for inviting us."

A diamond dragon turtle with a stubby tail ponderously enters from the ether.
Rakkan, the Crowned Jackal growls menacingly, his hackles raising as he catches a distasteful scent.

Daraius's ears fall back against his head and his eyes dim.

Feoragan takes a deep breath, and his very presence seems to brighten.

Shango idly twitches his tail.

Esei jerks slightly as the air fills with sparkling motes of bright light.
You sense Tridemon pulling on the strands of aether surrounding Esei.

Among the sparkling motes of light, a translucent figure appears in the air and then quickly solidifies as Tridemon comes into view.
A grand opalescent dragon turtle with rose wings ponderously enters from the ether.
Rakkan, the Crowned Jackal growls menacingly, his hackles raising as he catches a distasteful scent.

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

Squeaking ominously, Nascent Feoragan, Attendant to the Wyrd whispers, "Tiny mouse!"

Laughing a bit, you say to Tsakali, "I just talk an awful lot."

"Heh heh heh" Silvanos chuckles.

Nao chirps happily at Gurashi.

Esei jerks slightly as the air fills with sparkling motes of bright light.
You sense Skarde pulling on the strands of aether surrounding Esei.

Raising a hand to the Liar even as her other holds a roasted herb, Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon says, "We are happy to have you here. Please, eat and relax and celebrate with us."

Tsakali stands next to the Liar supportively, investigating the food on the ground.

A sudden gale sweeps across the area, stirring dust and plucking at clothing as Skarde steps out of the winds themselves.

Esei inclines their head to the newest arrivals.

Millien tells you, "There's a lotta people here..."

The musky scent of loam and leaves fills you with vibrancy.

Holding his tail in his hands, Binky Tailsnap says to Feoragan, "I prefer mouse-kin, if you please."

You tell Millien Myeras, "There are! I'm so happy!"

Kailanna jerks slightly as the air fills with sparkling motes of bright light.
You sense Vatul pulling on the strands of aether surrounding Kailanna.

Silvanos picks up piping hot chicken and mushroom soup.

Feoragan coughs softly.

Squeaking ominously, Nascent Feoragan, Attendant to the Wyrd whispers, "A tiny mouse-kin!"

Esei pats Feoragan in a friendly manner.

Tsakali ponders the situation.

The Liar's round ears perk up as they hear mention of food, and nerves are temporarily overpowered as they stare down with a watering mouth at the wide spread.

Silvanos licks their lips.

Millien tells you, "A lot of them are from..There."

Tsakali picks up an iridescent peacock cookie.

Esei picks up an iridescent peacock cookie.

Tsakali ponders the situation.

Esei ponders an iridescent peacock cookie thoughtfully, looking it up and down.

Gurashi lets out a nervous little chirp, then awkwardly turns away from Duethielle Ladrennbenn to look towards the commotion coming from the nearby clearing.

Llani picks up a platter of smiling bees.

Tsakali, Pilgrim of Bodhi whispers to the Liar, "Anything look interesting in particular?"

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

You have emoted: Lief's beaming smile might just split her face in twain as she dips down to retrieve her drum and drummer. Several similar instruments are arranged about - certainly not enough for everybody, but enough, perhaps for those who might be interested.

Gurashi blinks.

Silvanos picks up a coiled, beaming caterpillar cookie with green icing.

Silvanos ponders a coiled, beaming caterpillar cookie with green icing thoughtfully, looking it up and down.

Noticing the drums, Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe asks you, "Ah - may I...?"

(Ironhart Collective): You say, "I'm so happy to see so many of our allies here! Will anyone else be joining us?"

The Liar exclaims, "It all looks good, friend. I am not sure where to start!"

Tsakali ponders the situation.

Tsakali picks up a platter of edible blossoms and forest fruit drizzled with honeyed sap.

You have emoted: Lief nods her antlered head eagerly toward Gurashi. "Please do!"

Tsakali gives a platter of edible blossoms and forest fruit drizzled with honeyed sap to you.

Daraius follows the Liar with an interested and bewildered gaze, but remains quiet as his ears swivel towards the musicians.

Tsakali clears their throat.

Tsakali, Pilgrim of Bodhi says to you, "Sorry, wrong person. Enjoy that though."

Elexia finishes munching on her roasted vegetables, taking care to brush off her hands before joining you and Gurashi by the instruments. "Aye, let us make beautiful music of the seasons!" she says with a dramatic wave of her hand.

You grin mischievously at Tsakali.

Tsakali picks up a platter of edible blossoms and forest fruit drizzled with honeyed sap.

Duethielle Ladrennbenn hums tunefully and randomly wanders around the bonfire, dancing with herself, her long, white braid swaying.

Tsakali gives a platter of edible blossoms and forest fruit drizzled with honeyed sap to the Liar.

A white tailed doe bounds off to the south, flipping up its tail in alarm.

You have emoted: Lief's wings carry her up higher. She is not drumming yet, but she raises her drumming stick as though to draw attention to her.

The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across Vatul's lips.

Tsakali picks up a platter of edible blossoms and forest fruit drizzled with honeyed sap.

Esei ponders Binky Tailsnap thoughtfully, looking him up and down.
Binky Tailsnap clasps his tiny hands together.

Tsakali puts their nose over a platter of edible blossoms and forest fruit drizzled with honeyed sap and inhales.

Silvanos sways back and forth.

Tsakali ponders the situation.

Llani plucks the little doughy bees one by one off a platter of smiling bees, nibbling on them as she waits for the festivities to properly begin.

Esei tilts their head and listens intently to you.

Your eyes creep towards Shango as you deeply inhale his musk-laden scent.

Esei peers at Shango unscrupulously.

Esei's hands begin to glow with scalding warmth and they passes them over the surface of Shango's body, removing the musk oil covering him.

The Liar laughs a bright sound sweet as honey as they settle down to a sitting position and begin to gingerly pick into a platter of edible blossoms and forest fruit.

Silvanos ponders Shango thoughtfully, looking him up and down.

A look of sweetest innocence overtakes Esei.

Tsakali sits themself down.

Shango lifts his eyebrow slightly, curious.

Gurashi swings his arms back and forth once, stretching nervously as he finds a nearby drum that's more akin to his size. Using his second set of hands to hold the drum near to his chest, he tests the skin carefully with the side of his hand, mindful not to be too distracting.

In a slightly glum tone, Millien Myeras says to Elexia, "I'm gonna go study more.."

Millien gives Elexia a friendly squeeze.

Shango snaps his fingers and warm water showers down upon Esei, who scrubs under their armpits until they are squeaky clean.

Esei hums innocently to themself.

Millien leaves to the north.

Beaming, you exclaim, "Hello, everyone, and welcome!"

Visionary Esei of the Ascending Dusk says to Shango, "I can do that all by myself, good sir."

Feoragan coughs softly.

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

Tridemon glances around briefly, eyes lingering on a few select individuals, until abruptly focusing on Duethielle. The intensity of his focus is somewhat unnerving for a short moment, before he blinks.

Daraius swivels his ears towards you, listening with rapt attention.

Primarch Shango D'Cente, Dark Animus of the Machine smiles with a wink and says, "One good deed deserves in kind."

Crackles and snaps issue from the bonfire here as swirls of glowing motes rise into the air.

Gurashi glances up towards Duethielle Ladrennbenn as she passes by, head tilting.

Esei tilts their head and listens intently to you.

You have emoted: Lief speaks loudly, even for a faeling, her normally lilting voice firm, words clear and enunciated. "Welcome to our Spring Festival's closing ceremonies. I thought that, given how everywhere else like their galas and their balls, we might show them how to party the Seren way!"

Gurashi smiles softly at you.

Silvanos starts to retreat into themselves as they are getting overwhelmed by the numbers of people here.

Elexia makes a very picky display of trying this drum and that first, testing each in turn before settling on one made for faeling hands. She takes it in her hands and rises on her sunset wings until she is slightly to the left of Lief, and about a foot lower. She waits, swaying slightly in the air with anticipation.

Tsakali jerks slightly as the air fills with sparkling motes of bright light.
You sense Xis pulling on the strands of aether surrounding Tsakali.

Tsakali, Pilgrim of Bodhi whispers to the Liar, "Look, it's Silvanos. I wonder if she'd sit with us?"

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

Silvanos smiles softly at Tsakali.

Squeaking ominously, Nascent Feoragan, Attendant to the Wyrd whispers, "Most people don't pluralise ball in that way for a reason."

Esei nods their head at Xis.

Her voice filled with merriment, you say, "Today, we bid farewell to spring and welcome summer. We dance and feast and sing and laugh and love, joined with the spirits of the Forest and our ancestors."

Esei nudges Feoragan suggestively.

Silvanos snickers softly to themself.

Silvanos hugs Xis compassionately.

You have emoted: Lief turns her bright-eyed gaze toward the bonfire, watching it flicker and spark with hungry intent. "Nature isn't just something pretty for us to conserve. It, the First Forest, is life itself in perfect balance."

Xis gives the world a thumbs up.

Tsakali pats the ground next to them, nudging Silvanos with an extended leg.

Xis gives a rainbow cupcake to the Liar.

Gesturing toward the earth below her, you say, "It is earth steady beneath our feet, like we are earth in flesh and form."

Motioning toward the sky, you say, "It is water raining down around us and carving rivers like veins throughout its body, like our blood and waters within."

Continuing the hunt for his dark mate, Father Sun presses forward in his journey, lowering himself in the sky yet still casting even, full light upon the land.

After drawing a long breath in, then releasing it, you say, "It is air, the wind which shakes the trees, scattering seeds and spreading life further and wider. Our breath, like the wind, sustains and carries us."

Esei murmurs softly to themself.

Gurashi lifts his head to listen, though keeps his gaze on his drum, squeezing the instrument gingerly.

Binky Tailsnap listens to you with rapt attention, his body almost quivering with the effort.

Stretching her hand toward the burning pyre, you say, "It is fire cleansing the forest, burning away old growth to fertilize for the new, as hot as our bodies are warm, moving just as our passions push us to action, growing, reaping, and sowing."

Tsakali smiles softly.

Silvanos shuffles their feet uneasily as they consider if they wish to join Tsakali and The Liar or if they want to flee the gathering.

You have emoted: Lief taps her wooden drummer to her heart. "And it is the spirit, mostly Awakened, though some may rest dormant yet - just like our spirits, too, rise up for our ancestors and our dreams for the future."

You have emoted: Lief bows her antlered head in brief but silent contemplation, then looks up. "We've already said farewell to so much, so let's not think of this as yet another parting. Let's dance. In defiance of Delosidir's dark wishes, let's dance. To celebrate the ancient ways of Serynwodenhillirim and all the land, let's dance."

Esei nods their head at Silvanos.

You exclaim, "To embrace the sorrows and endless joys of life, let's dance!"

Silvanos folds their wings around their body, wrapping themself in a feathered embrace.

Feoragan dives dramatically towards the ground, flowing lithely into a graceful handstand at the last second.

You have emoted: With a twirl, Lief begins to beat steadily upon her flower-painted drumskin. Thump. Thump. Thump.

Daraius's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Tsakali puts their hands on their hips and goes "Hmmm!"

Silvanos winces in pain.

You have emoted: As she beats, Lief lowers herself to the earth, planting her bare feet solidly against it on one 'thump.'

The smell of wildflowers wafts past your nose.

Silvanos pats Tsakali in a friendly manner.

Silvanos pats Xis in a friendly manner.

Silvanos inclines their head politely to the Liar.

You urge your companions onwards.

Silvanos searches the air in front of them, then tugs upon an invisible strand of force.

Tsakali claps in rhythm with you, urging everyone around them onwards.

The Liar sways softly in place, honey gleaming on their muzzle as they watch your drumming.

Silvanos turns translucent and then vanishes, leaving behind a cloud of sparkling motes of light.
She is followed by a speckled leather seal with underdeveloped flippers, Kraneia, of the Dogwood Trees, and Aigeiros of the Black Poplar.

Elexia raises her drummer in the air for a few moments, allowing you to take the lead. As she sees her sister descend, she begins to beat in time. As she lowers herself to the earth, she sways this and that to the rhythm, her violet eyes sparkling.

Humming vaguely to herself, Duethielle Ladrennbenn continues to dance about the bonfire, her arms wrapped around one another as she sways back and forth slowly.

The bonfire flares suddenly, the flames burning into your sight. In the aftervision, you see the shape of a bright hart, antlers flickering.

Shango goes and stands off to the side, watching the festivities away from the group despite the sparkling tophat and bowtie collar standing out from his usual garb.

Feoragan pushes off from her handstand into a graceful twirl through the air, landing on her feet.

Silvanos tells you, "Thank you, that was interesting, but it seems I am not up for large gatherings at this time."

You have emoted: Lief stamps her feet and twirls as she begins to dance around the bonfire, her drum a steady thump, thump, thump.

You tell Rajakumari Silvanos Lunarose, Herbal Connoisseur, "Oh, I'm so glad you could join us for even this short time!"

Gurashi's eyes close as you finishes her statement, striking his drum suddenly, the noise deep and resonating. He waits, following the next drummer to play before taking up his own drummed harmony.

Esei turns their head away from the drums for a moment, staring intently into the fire.

Feoragan gestures at Skarde, who blinks rapidly and shakes his head.

Tsakali, Pilgrim of Bodhi whispers to the Liar, "I would have worn something more flashy if I thought we would have dancing."

Daraius surveys the scene with consummate calm and comfort from atop a tawny gryphon with grey-feathered wings, his ears trained attentively on the drummers as some of the others begin to dance.

Elexia skips her bare feet upon the forest floor as she follows you. She ends up taking her own meandering pattern about the bonfire, sprinkling jumps and twirls in the air.

Tsakali steps to the side and draws their other leg towards the first, tapping the toe by that foot then repeats the movement in reverse, maintaining a steady rhythm.

Gurashi jerks slightly as the air fills with sparkling motes of bright light.
You sense Snald pulling on the strands of aether surrounding Gurashi.

Rakkan, the Crowned Jackal growls menacingly, his hackles raising as he catches a distasteful scent.

Esei removes black leather bracers.

Slightly muffled as they continue to eat the food offered to them, the Liar says to Tsakali, "Mmmm, you shoull daaahnss mmmmyyyywaaaay."

Rakkan, the Crowned Jackal growls menacingly, his hackles raising as he catches a distasteful scent.

Shango lopes in a circle, sniffing the air and ground alertly.

Tsakali grins mischievously at the Liar.

You have emoted: As Lief drums a steady beat, her feet carry her into her own world, dancing, spinning around a fragrant, crackling bonfire with those who sway and stomp and dance.

Nao slowly blinks, their fingers folding together as they carefully step off to the side to watch the others.

Gurashi jerks slightly as the air fills with sparkling motes of bright light.
You sense Xenthos pulling on the strands of aether surrounding Gurashi.

Caressing your ear, the voice of Daem whispers, "Hmm would my wife and I be able to come to the festival?"

Sauntering in languorously, a puffball enters from the ether, revealing itself to be a ragdoll kitten with bright cerulean eyes.
Rakkan, the Crowned Jackal growls menacingly, his hackles raising as he catches a distasteful scent.

Esei removes thick leather footwrap-style boots.

You tell Lord Daem Bel'Fiore of Relentless Darkness, "Certainly, please join us! There's dancing around the bonfire and food to be had!"

Binky Tailsnap approaches the Liar, his whiskers twitching with curiously. "Excuse me, Liar." His ears perk up, "You look, you look nice!"

Llani joins you in the dance about the fire, her painted feet striking against the forest floor as she moves with slow, deliberate motions, slowly twirling as she makes her way around the crackling flames.

Caressing your ear, the voice of Daem whispers, "Interesting. We'll be down in a moment."

Gurashi shifts in his spot, not yet following the two dancing faeling as they circle by, seeming entirely focused on his own drum and the fire before him.

Feoragan romps playfully in circles around Binky Tailsnap.
Binky Tailsnap blinks at Feoragan with a thoughtful air.

Tridemon continues watching Duethielle- and only Duethielle- with a single-minded focus that only falters when he remembers that he's trying not to be too conspicuous about investigating her. And failing miserably.

You tell Lord Daem Bel'Fiore of Relentless Darkness, "Please teleport here whenever you are ready!"

Elexia's lips open to let loose a wild cry. Her wordless vocalization goes up and down in pitch as she stomps her feet to the music. Her wings flutter open and closed as she goes about.

Shango idly twitches his tail.

Tsakali exhales slowly, allowing a long fluid breath to creep from their lungs.

Shadows grow longer in anticipation for the return of their dark mistress as Father Sun's chase brings him closer to the world's edge.

As nightfall steals the last vestiges of daylight, a slender leothin's muted coat begins to shine with a violaceous radiance, and a double pair of wings materializes, grandly extended as if they've been there all along.

You have emoted: Lief laughs to herself, a loud and carefree noise that rises from her chest. As she passes by those still sitting or standing, she occasionally pauses, motioning invitingly between thumping beats.

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

Duethielle Ladrennbenn hums softly as she pauses beside Gurashi, tapping her feet to his beat, eyes half-closed against the bright fire.

Rambunctiously rolling in, Tan'ah, the wombat bursts in from the ether.
Lifting her head, Ilistala looks at Daem hopefully.

The Liar looks down at Binky and smiles wide, honey and herbs hanging sticky around their mouth. They seem to realise this a moment to late and reach up to wipe it away, offering a light laugh before responding, "You look nice as well, small one! Did you get invited by missus Lief, too?"

Esei exhales slowly, allowing a long fluid breath to creep from their lungs.

Valonah curtseys gracefully.

Tsakali claps in time, watching you and Elexia dance. Their feet stamp to the same beat, sending small bits of dust poofing upwards with each step.
Umbra, the shadow fox props herself up on her hind legs hopping around in circles and wagging her tail.

Daem pats Umbra, the shadow fox in a friendly manner.

Smoke rises in waves from the bonfire, partially obscuring the flames. With a soft breeze, the sharp, woody fragrance of the smoke washes over the clearing.

Suddenly tongue-tied, Binky Tailsnap says to the Liar, "I um... I sell things! Things! Like um...cookies?"

Tsakali gives a trillingly melodic laugh.

Skarde jerks slightly as the air fills with sparkling motes of bright light.
You sense Evette pulling on the strands of aether surrounding Skarde.

You have emoted: Lief breathes in the scent of wood, then yells aloud in Binky Tailsnap's and the Liar's direction, "And wine!"

Gurashi becomes aware of the presence beside him after a few drawn-out moments, turning to look at Duethielle Ladrennbenn as he continues to play. He catches sight of her hands, the tattoos suddenly so familiar, and offers a polite smile.

Evette doffs an oddly cute toad hoodie hat cordially.

Daraius startles slightly, his composure ruffled for only the barest instant as a tawny gryphon with grey-feathered wings begins to trot in place to the rhythm of the drumming. Steadying himself against the beast's movements with a paw on his shoulder, Daraius effortlessly maintains his balance.

Tsakali buys a rose-trapped wine glass.

Evette flashes Gurashi a joyous smile.

Tsakali buys a blossoming wine bottle.

Esei sits away from the fire, closing their eyes and inhaling the scent washing over the clearing.

Tsakali pours cerise spring-kissed wine from a blossoming wine bottle into a rose-trapped wine glass.

Tsakali gives a rose-trapped wine glass to the Liar.

His voice just loud enough over the drumming, Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe says to Duethielle Ladrennbenn, "Like your tattoos."

Feoragan begs Esei to impart some of the knowledge of Influence to her.

For her part, Elexia appears almost ignorant of the world about her. She dances with wild abandon even as she beats her drum, rapturously caught up in the melody. your words bring clarity, however, and she flashes those who still stand on the sidelines a smile. "Aye, this wine will not drink itself!"
Umbra, the shadow fox props herself up on her hind legs hopping around in circles and wagging her tail.

Esei bows to Feoragan and commences the lesson in Influence.

Tsakali, Pilgrim of Bodhi whispers to the Liar, "It's not firemead, but maybe enough of it will enflame the senses."

The Liar tilts their head to the side, frowning in confusion as their mismatched eyes flash towards Binky, and then you, "Cookies? Wine? I don't know what cookies are, and the last time I heard of wine, I wasn't allowed any..."

The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across Vatul's lips.

Tsakali gives an iridescent peacock cookie to the Liar.

Esei bows to Feoragan - the lesson in Influence is over.

As the sun passes below the horizon's edge, Mother Night unveils her terrible, shadowy beauty, spreading darkness across the land.

Lord Daem Bel'Fiore of Relentless Darkness says to Valonah, "You going to give out your cookies?"

A rainbow-furred seal with slippery flippers trots in with head high, butting Tridemon gently with her head.

Duethielle Ladrennbenn says to Gurashi, "Thank you..." She smiles dreamily, "I like them too..."

Tridemon pats a rainbow-furred seal with slippery flippers in a friendly manner.
Looking endearingly at Tridemon, a rainbow-furred seal with slippery flippers bounces to his side and buries her head against his torso affectionately.

Esei ponders Tridemon thoughtfully, looking him up and down.

Tsakali buys a rose-trapped wine glass.

Millien tells you, "Sorry I didn't stay real long.."

Tsakali pours cerise spring-kissed wine from a blossoming wine bottle into a rose-trapped wine glass.

You have emoted: Lief twirls, then stomps her feet in time with one of her drum's rattling beats. She pauses, waiting for Elexia to catch up to her, then dances a smaller circle fleetingly with her sister before returning to her own steady rhythm.
Umbra, the shadow fox props herself up on her hind legs hopping around in circles and wagging her tail.

Tsakali licks their lips.

Evette ruffles her own hair, attempting to make herself presentable.

You tell Millien Myeras, "Oh, it's okay! I understand, sister!"

You tell Millien Myeras, "Thank you for trying!"

Gurashi opens his mouth, then shuts it. Then looks at the fire, mandibles clicking noisily a few times. Then, back to Duethielle Ladrennbenn, still playing his drum. "W..." He clears his throat. "Would like to dance?"
Umbra, the shadow fox props herself up on her hind legs hopping around in circles and wagging her tail.

Esei falls to the ground and implores Mother Night for her dark favour. A glittering wall of darkness sweeps up before them, and a shadowy female figure emerges, who bends down and kisses them on the forehead. Esei screams out in a mixture of pain and ecstasy, as their lips blacken and a nimbus of crackling black lightning lights up over their head.

Millien tells you, "I didn't want anyone there t' know I read cards if it came up, an'..I do need t' finish learning."

Shango lifts his eyebrow slightly, curious.

Evette removes an oddly cute toad hoodie hat.

Evette nods her head sagely.

Shango utters a deep, rumbling laugh.

With a quick beat of her wings, Valonah cautiously circles the area and studies her surroundings.

Evette urges Shango onwards.

Shango shakes his head.

Evette says, "Pssshhhh..."

Examining Gurashi carefully, Duethielle Ladrennbenn murmurs, "Sure. I like your music..." She holds out a hand towards Gurashi, the tattoos upon her skin shifting with the motion.

Primarch Shango D'Cente, Dark Animus of the Machine says, "I'm good. Wouldn't wear my sister's squid hats either..."

You have emoted: Lief once more gestures with her drumming hand between beating thumps. "Please enjoy food! Join us dancing! Grab a drum!"

Primarch Shango D'Cente, Dark Animus of the Machine says, "And she was fond of those knitted things."

A tawny gryphon with grey-feathered wings shakes his feathery mane and flicks his wings a little, carrying Daraius along with him as he approaches a fragrant, crackling bonfire. The beast lifts one taloned front leg and one leonine back leg, bounces a beat, and then repeats, alternating as he trots around the clearing.

Daraius looks up into the air for divine inspiration.

Tsakali grins mischievously at a tawny gryphon with grey-feathered wings.
A tawny gryphon with grey-feathered wings lazily draws his wings to and fro through the air, fanning them slowly.

The Liar puts a slightly nibbled on cupcake by their feet, taking a tentative bite from an iridescent peacock cookie that causes their eyes to widen in delight.

Binky Tailsnap's ears perk up as his attention turns towards the Liar.

The bonfire flares suddenly, the flames burning into your sight. In the aftervision, you see the shape of a bright hart, antlers flickering.

Evette, Herald of Strife sticks out her tongue and says to Shango, "Dont be a weenie, try it!"

With a wink and a nudge, Feoragan wraps her arm around Binky Tailsnap, announcing that they are best friends.
Binky Tailsnap blushes furiously and casually tries to move away from Feoragan.
He pauses briefly as though considering what Feoragan said.

Feoragan smiles ingratiatingly at Binky Tailsnap, remarking on what great friends they are.
Binky Tailsnap blushes furiously and casually tries to move away from Feoragan.
He pauses briefly as though considering what Feoragan said.

Perhaps spurred by your movements, Elexia suddenly darts forward in her dance, skipping a circle about her sister and ending up just in front of her. She then waits, gesturing with a nod of her head for you to do the same.
Umbra, the shadow fox props herself up on her hind legs hopping around in circles and wagging her tail.

A radiant aura of blue light glows forth from the Glinshari Circle, signalling that the Flame of Glinshari shines with great strength.

Looking a bit like a toady, Feoragan makes a great deal of fuss over Binky Tailsnap.
Binky Tailsnap blushes furiously and casually tries to move away from Feoragan.
He pauses briefly as though considering what Feoragan said.

With a wink and a nudge, Feoragan wraps her arm around Binky Tailsnap, announcing that they are best friends.
Binky Tailsnap blushes furiously and casually tries to move away from Feoragan.
He pauses briefly as though considering what Feoragan said.

Valonah laughs melodically at Evette.

With a bob of his head, Binky Tailsnap departs to the north.

Feoragan utters a deep, rumbling laugh.

Squeaking ominously, Nascent Feoragan, Attendant to the Wyrd says, "I'm..."

Squeaking ominously, Nascent Feoragan, Attendant to the Wyrd says, "I'm so sorry."

Esei gives a pained sigh.

Nao looks curiously over at Evette and Shango, their head tilting curiously. "Squid.. hat? Firefly..squid?" They quietly question.

The bright, bell-like voice of Elexia rings in your ear, "If you'd like to take a break and show them how dancing is done in the 'Wilde, sister, let me know. I can take care of the drumming."

Evette slumps down dejectedly.

Shango blinks.

Feoragan coughs softly.

Vatul slips over to walk beside Daraius, her figure trailing after him and the gryphon. "Ah, Minister, are you able to dismount?" She calls after the loboshigaru with sweet concern.

Evette slips into an oddly cute toad hoodie hat.

Evette starts dusting an oddly cute toad hoodie hat.

Across the heavens, the stars and moon challenge night's dark reign, revealing familiar constellations that tell the tales of myth and legend.

"IT'S SO GOOD!" Loudly, the Liar distracts from Feoragan's social faux pas, not even realising that they are doing so.

Tsakali flops to the ground almost clumsily, snatching up a drum. Sitting with it between their thighs, they begin to drum upon it with both hands, softly at first.

Evette gives a trillingly melodic laugh.

Evette nods her head affirmatively at Shango.

Tsakali grins mischievously at the Liar.

You tell Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon, "I might take a break to mingle, but you should feel free to do the same, too!"

Tsakali picks up a stag weed cookie.

Gurashi perks up, antennae rising. He adjusts the hands holding the drum, taking Duethielle Ladrennbenn's hand in his own smaller right and playing a bit more enthusiastically, stepping away from the fire and into the line of other dancers.
Umbra, the shadow fox props herself up on her hind legs hopping around in circles and wagging her tail.

Utterly entranced, Tsakali emits a long "Ooooh."

Tsakali gives a stag weed cookie to the Liar.

Tsakali picks up a stag weed cookie.

You tell Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon, "If they can't pick it up from us, well...I mean, even Daraius's gryphon seems to understand!"

The bright, bell-like voice of Elexia rings in your ear, "Oh, I certainly will!"

Looking entirely nonplussed atop the gryphon, Lord Daraius Shevat, Minister of Cultural Affairs says to Vatul, "I have the impression he wishes to embarrass me."

A tawny gryphon with grey-feathered wings talons the ground with a fierce shriek, his wings spreading gloriously behind him.

Tsakali, Pilgrim of Bodhi says, "That's what I'm talking about."

Tsakali tentatively sticks out their tongue and licks a stag weed cookie.

Tsakali quickly devours a stag weed cookie.

The Liar turns their head around, curiously looking for their new, small friend. "Oh...did they..."

The bright, bell-like voice of Elexia rings in your ear, "I intend to make right my former hesitation, so long ago at that Hallifaxian ball!"

Shango steps down off of a shadowy black taint wyrm with skeletal wings.

Once, twice, three times Llani circles the bonfire, lost in the rythm and the beat of the drums, before her attention finally returns to those on the sidelines. "Too many just sitting!" She declares, and a few brief flaps of her wings carry her over to Esei. She wraps her small hand around Esei's wrist, giving it a gentle tug as she tries to pull them into the circle.

Rakkan, the Crowned Jackal glances back and forth with a concerned expression, attempting to watch everyone at once.

Evette nods her head at Llani, showing her acceptance.

With a flourish of his arm, Errente bows deeply.

"Hey!" Evette greets Errente warmly.

Errente beams broadly at Evette.

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

Lady Nightingale Vatul Feyranti, of the Danse Macabre says to Daraius, "Well, he is not, yet. He is a rather capable dancer. I was hoping you were not swept away by it unawares."

Daem runs up to Errente and envelops him in a massive bearhug.

Evette sways back and forth.

Errente hugs Daem compassionately.

Errente hugs Valonah compassionately.

Errente rubs up against Valonah affectionately.

Tsakali drums on the percussive instrument at a faster pace, using both the tips of their fingers and the heels of their hands to strike the hide.

Nao steps down off of a diamond dragon turtle with a stubby tail.

A diamond dragon turtle with a stubby tail begins to follow Nao obediently.

Skarde shuffles his feet uneasily.

Valonah pets Errente ingratiatingly.

Feoragan romps playfully in circles around Skarde.

Valonah raises her hand in greeting to Skarde and says "Hi!"

Squeaking ominously, Nascent Feoragan, Attendant to the Wyrd whispers, "My intended mouse-target ran away."

Errente Bel'Fiore, Firebear of the Goons says, "So this is Serenwilde?"

Raising his hand in greeting, Skarde says "Hi!"

A royal penguin with an elegant white bow tie trots in with head high, butting Shango gently with his head.

A royal penguin with an elegant white bow tie begins to follow Shango obediently.

Evette nods her head affirmatively at Errente.

Squeaking ominously, Nascent Feoragan, Attendant to the Wyrd whispers, "I'll have to find someone else to swirl around with now."

Devotee of the Tah'vrai, Valonah Bel'Fiore, Soul of Darkness says to Errente, "I guess so."

Evette ponders the situation.

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

Tridemon blinks.

Duethielle Ladrennbenn sways with Gurashi, mostly following his lead. She fixes her eyes upon him, humming softly and leaning close.

"Hey!" Evette greets Tridemon warmly.

A homunculus resembling a deformed furrikin says to Feoragan, "How you doin'?"

With a flourish, Skarde slips an osseous nekai of desiccated flesh into a spiralling silver spiderweb scabbard.

With a flourish, Skarde slips an osseous nekai of desiccated flesh into a spiralling silver spiderweb scabbard.

Shango idly twitches his tail.

Squeaking ominously, Nascent Feoragan, Attendant to the Wyrd whispers, "ANYONE ELSE."

A homunculus resembling a deformed furrikin smiles at Feoragan and her eyes wander up and down her body.

You have emoted: Lief's wings hum suddenly to carry her closer to a tawny gryphon with grey-feathered wings, who she pauses before, beating her steady drum for the feathered creature's dance.

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says to a rainbow-furred seal with slippery flippers, "No, you will NOT demonstrate the trick you've learned."

Lord Daem Bel'Fiore of Relentless Darkness says, "Been a long time since I've been here."

Devotee of the Tah'vrai, Valonah Bel'Fiore, Soul of Darkness says to Errente, "It has been a century or more since I've been here."

Feoragan suddenly puffs up her fur, glaring off at the open air.

Elexia pauses her skipping about the bonfire near Errente, still beating her drum and marching in place. "Aye, welcome to the Serenwilde," she chimes with a merry smile. "Please, come enjoy some food and dance! Oh, and wine," her violet eyes twinkle with amusement.
Umbra, the shadow fox props herself up on her hind legs hopping around in circles and wagging her tail.

Errente beams broadly at Tridemon.

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

Shango pets a royal penguin with an elegant white bow tie ingratiatingly.
A royal penguin with an elegant white bow tie waddles over to Shango and huddles close affectionately.

Esei stands with a soft sigh, allowing Llani to lead them into the dance. "Hello, Little Bee," they murmur to her, lifting a brow in curiosity.
Umbra, the shadow fox props herself up on her hind legs hopping around in circles and wagging her tail.

A diamond dragon turtle with a stubby tail bobs her head several times just before trotting off.

Errente looks at Elexia and comprehension flashes across his face.

Primarch Shango D'Cente, Dark Animus of the Machine says, "My lil pengu is adorable at least."

"He can have his fun," Daraius replies to Vatul with an amused growl, scratching a tawny gryphon with grey-feathered wings gently behind his ear pinons as the beast caws in delight and spreads his wings.

Gurashi chitters excitedly, careful not to bump into other dancers as he leads Duethielle Ladrennbenn about the fire. "What is name?" He asks, speaking loudly over the din of other drums and voices and the crackling embers.
Umbra, the shadow fox props herself up on her hind legs hopping around in circles and wagging her tail.

Evette ponders a royal penguin with an elegant white bow tie thoughtfully, looking him up and down.
A royal penguin with an elegant white bow tie cants his head curiously at Evette.

A sleek snow phoenix with wings of sapphire ice trots in with head high, butting Evette gently with her head.

Errente rubs his tummy and goes 'mmmmmmmm.'

Daem holds his hand out to Valonah and makes a small motion to where others are dancing. "Should we show them how it's done?"

Smoke rises in waves from the bonfire, partially obscuring the flames. With a soft breeze, the sharp, woody fragrance of the smoke washes over the clearing.

With a little spin, Elexia returns to follow you about the fire, beating her drum with an effortlessly flick of her wrist.

Evette twiddles her thumbs.

A prism scaled seal with a pair of lopsided flippers trots in with head high, butting Nao gently with his head.

Tan'ah, the whimsical wombat pounces playfully at the ground, hopping and spinning around then suddenly starts digging.

Daem steps down off of Umbra, the shadow fox.

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

With a wink and a nudge, Feoragan wraps her arm around the Liar, announcing that they are best friends.
The Liar blushes furiously and casually tries to move away from Feoragan.
He pauses briefly as though considering what Feoragan said.

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

Tsakali hums to themself as they beat upon the drum in a fast, thunderous tempo.

Feoragan smiles ingratiatingly at the Liar, remarking on what great friends they are.
The Liar blushes furiously and casually tries to move away from Feoragan.
He pauses briefly as though considering what Feoragan said.

Tsakali stares implacably at Feoragan.

Looking a bit like a toady, Feoragan makes a great deal of fuss over the Liar.
The Liar blushes furiously and casually tries to move away from Feoragan.
He pauses briefly as though considering what Feoragan said.

Feoragan utters a deep, rumbling laugh.

Uzriel edges very carefully away from the crowd, watching the dancers as he otherwise tries to avoiddrawing attention to himself.
Umbra, the shadow fox props herself up on her hind legs hopping around in circles and wagging hertail.

With a wink and a nudge, Feoragan wraps her arm around the Liar, announcing that they are best friends.
The Liar blushes furiously and casually tries to move away from Feoragan.
He pauses briefly as though considering what Feoragan said.

Voice carried as a whisper from the shadows, Proselyte Skarde Ysav'rai, the Wyrdfell Claw says to Gurashi, "New Glomdoring is nice this time of year..."

Looking a bit like a toady, Feoragan makes a great deal of fuss over the Liar.
The Liar blushes furiously and casually tries to move away from Feoragan.
He pauses briefly as though considering what Feoragan said.

Errente Bel'Fiore, Firebear of the Goons says to Skarde, "I need to ask a favor of you, later that is."

Valonah curtseys before Daem as she lifts her hand up to his and twirls about landing in his arms.

Feoragan smiles ingratiatingly at the Liar, remarking on what great friends they are.
The Liar wraps an arm around Feoragan, declaring her to be the truest of friends.

Feoragan sips a potion of bromides from a shimmering rainbow vial.

Skarde stares implacably about himself.

Daraius rumbles with a sound somewhere between a chuckle and a growl as a tawny gryphon with grey-feathered wings picks up his feet a little higher with each step, his trot becoming a prancing canter.

Her voice melodic, Duethielle Ladrennbenn says to Gurashi, "Duethielle Ladrennbenn... And you?"

Tsakali, Pilgrim of Bodhi says, "Feoragan, quit seducing the Liar before you get eaten."

Squeaking ominously, Nascent Feoragan, Attendant to the Wyrd says, "Oh my..."

Tsakali gives a pained sigh.

Tsakali, Pilgrim of Bodhi says to the Liar, "Sorry about that."

Voice carried as a whisper from the shadows, Proselyte Skarde Ysav'rai, the Wyrdfell Claw says to Feoragan, "You're being foolish."

Skarde jerks slightly as the air fills with sparkling motes of bright light.
You sense Lerulla pulling on the strands of aether surrounding Skarde.

The Liar blinks as though suddenly realising what just happened.

Skarde jerks slightly as the air fills with sparkling motes of bright light.
You sense Lerulla pulling on the strands of aether surrounding Skarde.

While twirling her, Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe says to Duethielle Ladrennbenn, "Am Gurashi An'Ryshe! Is very nice to meet, Miss Duethielle."

l tsakali
One might think the person before you to be a loboshigaru upon first glance. Pointed, tufted earsstand atop a fox-like head, all covered in a glorious pelt of flaxen fur peppered with the occasional spot of brown or black. Standing at a metre in height, they are a bouncing furrikin. Soft, brown eyes ponder the world before her inquisitively, with a twitching black nose almost constantly scenting at the air. They stands bare-chested and free, apparently unafraid of judgement at their lack of modesty.

Their hair is cut moderately short and sticks outward in every direction, artfully spiked. Golden-blonde in hue at the roots, the colour of their hair fades to an almost iridescent, fetching ivory
at the tips.
They are wearing:
a gathered cloak of soft ivory
a gossamer butterfly skirt layered with tulle
a bejewelled jacket accented with prismatic wings, hanging open
leather travel boots bound in brass tentacles
an astrologer's ring
an elaborate gold and ivory sun mask
Gauntlets of Whispers
a vine-woven bone necklace.

Squeaking ominously, Nascent Feoragan, Attendant to the Wyrd whispers, "I'm so, so sorry."

Daem takes Valonah's hand, and flutters his wings. Hovering as he pulls Valonah into the sky, and begins twirling about. The shadows hanging off their form as they circle the bonfire.

Lerulla looks about herself, rubbing her chin thoughtfully.

Squeaking ominously, Nascent Feoragan, Attendant to the Wyrd whispers to the Liar, "You just look very handsome. I couldn't contain myself."

You have emoted: To Tsakali's drumming, Lief beats her own drum louder, a slower heart's beat to the thundering rumble of Tsakali's instrument.

Sidling up closer, a homunculus resembling a deformed furrikin says to Feoragan, "Seduce me next, if you want."

Llani pulls Esei into the circle proper, before letting go of their hand and leading in a primal dance, her small feet stamping to the rythm of the drums as she twirls about the fire once again. "It's not a time to sit or watch, it's a time to celebrate, to dance!"
Umbra, the shadow fox props herself up on her hind legs hopping around in circles and wagging her tail.

An owl hoots off in the distance.

The Liar slowly rises from the ground, odd-coloured eyes narrowing in hurt and confusion as they loom upward to their full height. "I do not think I want you to talk to me any more." With that being said, they turn and walk across the clearing, moving closer towards Daraius as they awkwardly avoid crashing into anyone.

Gurashi chirps happily as the twirl comes to an end, beating the drum again, the sound heavy, but full of emotion.

Feoragan crosses her arms on her chest, sticks out her lower lip, and pouts.

Lady Nightingale Vatul Feyranti, of the Danse Macabre says to Daraius, "Most assuredly, as can you," she intones, her gaze now turned toward those dancing about the bonfire. She addresses the gryphon, "Remember, you have him on your back, no extreme turns."

Elexia casts a gaze about the fireside, her violet eyes eventually focusing on Uzriel at its very periphery. Her merriment is briefly interrupted as a thoughtful looks manifests upon her face. Then, after a moment, it disappears as she resumes her joyous drumming.

Squeaking ominously, Nascent Feoragan, Attendant to the Wyrd whispers, "Everyone I flirt with hates me."

Valonah flutters her wings quickly keeping up in perfect rhythm to the music playing, swaying softly next to Daem she smiles happily.

Tsakali glares at Feoragan before hopping to their feet, hurrying after the Liar to console them.

Shango idly twitches his tail.

Umbra, the shadow fox curiously circles the area, pondering to participants, jumping up on her hind legs and doing her impression of a dance in front of Gurashi before moving on.

A pure white swan graced with gaudy wings adorned with multi-hued ribbons's stomach gives one last desperate growl before he keels over from starvation.
A pure white swan graced with gaudy wings adorned with multi-hued ribbons shimmers and fades away from sight.
Midnight shadows coalesce around a new day, and Mother Night embraces the land in utter darkness.
It is now the 4th of Vestian, 546 years after the Coming of Estarra.

Esei blinks.

Kailanna raises an eyebrow questioningly.

Squeaking ominously, Nascent Feoragan, Attendant to the Wyrd says, "Oh."

Squeaking ominously, Nascent Feoragan, Attendant to the Wyrd says, "My swan..."

"Uhh..." stalls Feoragan.

Errente blinks.

A homunculus resembling a deformed furrikin says, "Serves you right. Now, come over here and seduce me."

Squeaking ominously, Nascent Feoragan, Attendant to the Wyrd says, "I..."

Tsakali, Pilgrim of Bodhi whispers to the Liar, "Are you ok?"

Evette urges her companions onwards.

You have emoted: Lief drifts back off into the circle properly, her feet once more upon the earth, steps as heavy as faeling steps can be. She dances, feet sliding her in whirls and hops underneath the waning crescent moon.

Squeaking ominously, Nascent Feoragan, Attendant to the Wyrd says, "His food bag was full..."

Her long braid swaying as she smiles vaguely, Duethielle Ladrennbenn murmurs, "Gurashi... such a nice name for a kephera... sometimes I can't say the names..." She sweeps around the fire with him, "But I guess everyone has strange names..." She hums to herself once more, tunefully.

Daraius gently grips a tawny gryphon with grey-feathered wings's feathered mane as the beast suddenly rears up and shrieks merrily. Letting out an unexpected sound between a laugh and a bark, Daraius fails to notice the Liar's approach.

Squeaking ominously, Nascent Feoragan, Attendant to the Wyrd whispers to a homunculus resembling a deformed furrikin, "I don't think I can seduce you, you disgusting thing."

Daraius pats a tawny gryphon with grey-feathered wings in a friendly manner.
A tawny gryphon with grey-feathered wings inclines his head politely to Daraius.

A homunculus resembling a deformed furrikin says, "You can start by getting me a drink."

Skarde frowns at Feoragan.

Daraius chuckles long and heartily.

A homunculus resembling a deformed furrikin winks conspiratorially at Feoragan.

Feoragan gives a graceful, opalescent wine glass to a homunculus resembling a deformed furrikin.

Voice carried as a whisper from the shadows, Proselyte Skarde Ysav'rai, the Wyrdfell Claw says to a homunculus resembling a deformed furrikin, "Don't listen to him, you're a gem."

Smoke rises in waves from the bonfire, partially obscuring the flames. With a soft breeze, the sharp, woody fragrance of the smoke washes over the clearing.

A homunculus resembling a deformed furrikin fans herself with her hand, trying to keep cool.

The Liar crosses their arms across their chest and shrugs noncommittally, pausing behind Daraius as they answer Tsakali, "Will be fine. Might eat some more of those very nice plants."

Daem hums in tune to the music, as he takes Valonah's hand and swirls her in circles in the air, before pulling her to the ground, and pulliner Valonah close and swaying happily back and forth as they continue to circle the bonfire in perfect step to the music.

Evette, Herald of Strife asks Daem, "Can I borrow Valonah for a moment?"
Tan'ah, the whimsical wombat suddenly stops her energetic digging, as her ears perk up with interest and she tunes in carefully to Evette.

Evette hides a grin behind her hand.

The light spread of cloud overhead fluffs up into sparse cotton bodies.

Shango pets a royal penguin with an elegant white bow tie ingratiatingly.
A royal penguin with an elegant white bow tie waddles over and snuggles against Shango.

Tsakali draws closer to Daraius, eyeing him speculatively before nodding, whispering to the Liar again. "Let me know if you want more cookies then!"

Gurashi lets out a chittering laugh, shaking his head. "Oh goodness, know what mean." He perks up, suddenly pulling Duethielle Ladrennbenn forward to keep the two of them from crashing into another set of dancers. "Oop - many apologies," He steps back again, resuming his drumming. "Where are from? Have not seen before."
Umbra, the shadow fox props herself up on her hind legs hopping around in circles and wagging her tail.

Skarde jerks slightly as the air fills with sparkling motes of bright light.
You sense Allixea pulling on the strands of aether surrounding Skarde.

Esei begins to dance, calling the shadows of Night to swirl and wreathe around them like a cloak. Their footsteps, instead of marching in time with the drums of the room, stamp to their own beat. Darkness clings to them, turning dark eyes to you, watching you closely.
Umbra, the shadow fox props herself up on her hind legs hopping around in circles and wagging her tail.

Among the sparkling motes of light, a translucent figure appears in the air and then quickly solidifies as Allixea comes into view.
Rakkan, the Crowned Jackal growls menacingly, his hackles raising as he catches a distasteful scent.

Lerulla ponders a platter of roasted root vegetables with wild herbs thoughtfully, looking it up and down.

With several beats of her wings, Allixea alights upon Skarde's shoulder.

Skarde gives Allixea a peck on the cheek.

Effusing a flurry of golden motes as he effortless maintains his perch on the prancing beast, Lord Daraius Shevat, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "I may let him do his thing along, after all. I'd not expected my first formal dance would be with Shantu rather than Sylandra."

Voice carried as a whisper from the shadows, Proselyte Skarde Ysav'rai, the Wyrdfell Claw says to Allixea, "Hello, mym."

A shiver runs down a prism scaled seal with a pair of lopsided flippers's body, causing him to stretch out to his full, majestic length for several seconds before he scrunches down once again.

Skarde clears his throat.

Voice carried as a whisper from the shadows, Proselyte Skarde Ysav'rai, the Wyrdfell Claw says, "Mum, rather."

Allixea gives a trillingly melodic laugh.

Daraius steps down off of a tawny gryphon with grey-feathered wings.

Allixea Ysav'rai says, "So this is where the party is at eh?"

Tsakali gives their homunculus and Feoragan another scowl before taking a seat, picking up their drum and leaning against it this time.

"Shoo! Shoo!" Daraius says to a tawny gryphon with grey-feathered wings as he waves him away.
Folding his wings so he can reach them easily, a tawny gryphon with grey-feathered wings preens his wings happily, straightening out the disheveled feathers.

Daem looks up at Evette curiously. "Perhaps in a moment." He smiles politely and continues dancing with Valonah.

Simply, Duethielle Ladrennbenn says to Gurashi, "I'm here."

Evette nods her head at Daem.

Gurashi blinks.

Skarde pets a dark amethyst edged blue kirin with two spiralling silver horns ingratiatingly.
Raising her head high, a dark amethyst edged blue kirin with two spiralling silver horns gazes at Skarde with gleaming eyes as she tosses her antlers in challenge.

You have emoted: Lief yells out a noise of affirmation to Allixea as she continues to dance around the bonfire, drumming out a steady beat for her bare feet to carry.
Umbra, the shadow fox props herself up on her hind legs hopping around in circles and wagging her tail.

Daraius watches in amusement as a tawny gryphon with grey-feathered wings carries on his way around a fragrant, crackling bonfire. He takes a moment to straighten out his garments and glances about curiously.

Lerulla ponders a dark amethyst edged blue kirin with two spiralling silver horns thoughtfully, looking her up and down.
Raising her head high, a dark amethyst edged blue kirin with two spiralling silver horns gazes at Lerulla with gleaming eyes as she tosses her antlers in challenge.

Voice carried as a whisper from the shadows, Proselyte Skarde Ysav'rai, the Wyrdfell Claw says to a dark amethyst edged blue kirin with two spiralling silver horns, "Touka, you sure you want to be  here, mm?"

Nodding slowly while dancing by the fire, Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe says to Duethielle Ladrennbenn, "...guess is true, Miss Duethielle."

The Liar thanks Tsakali and then turns to watch the swaying and moving heads of those gathered, smiling nervously.

Gurashi lets out a sudden chittering laugh.

Cheerfully, Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe says to Duethielle Ladrennbenn, "Well, am glad are here!"

Feoragan searches the air in front of her, then tugs upon an invisible strand of force.

Elexia leaps into the midnight air with her drum, the argent light of the waning crescent dimly illuminating her wings as she does an aerial flip over the bonfire, coming to land on the other side. Seemingly not yet content, she does the same maneuver again, ending up roughly where she was before.

You have emoted: Lit by a fragrant, crackling bonfire, Lief's twirling white skirts are all but ghostlike, unusually bright beneath the blanket of midnight sky. "Dance," she encourages newcomers. "Dance and eat and play a drum! Enjoy yourselves and celebrate the spring!"

You turn quickly as a twig snaps behind you.

A homunculus resembling a deformed furrikin frowns at Feoragan.

Umbra, the shadow fox rubs up against the liar, and barks softly at him, wagging her tail.

Evette sways back and forth.

A ghostly iron chain coalesces about Vatul's neck, free end moving sinuously about. Vatul lifts one hand to caress the chain almost lovingly, a faint smile on her lips, before the image fades into smoke.

Feoragan turns translucent and then vanishes, leaving behind a cloud of sparkling motes of light.

Duethielle Ladrennbenn lets go of Gurashi's hand for a moment to pat him on the shoulder. "You are tall..." her voice is just as vague as before.

A homunculus resembling a deformed furrikin shrugs helplessly.

Gurashi blinks.

Allixea ponders the situation.

The Liar shrieks, "Death to the enemies of Feoragan!" and approaches Shango in a threatening manner.
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Bizirik's head begins to droop. It opens its great maw and curls back its lips to allow its forked tongue to unfurl as it yawns before snapping its mouth shut.
Tan'ah, the whimsical wombat pounces playfully at the ground, hopping and spinning around then suddenly starts digging.
A royal penguin with an elegant white bow tie stretches his body tall and elongates his neck, holding his head high.

The ruby mark upon the Liar's head glows, and Shango's eyes are swept away by a dark inky void as a pained cry is drawn from his lips.

As the Liar's eyes turn towards Shango, his face slackens briefly and his muscles relax visibly despite a vein throbbing on his forehead.

Tsakali gives a pained sigh.

Shango lifts his eyebrow slightly, curious.

The ruby mark upon the Liar's head glows, and Shango's eyes are swept away by a dark inky void as a pained cry is drawn from his lips.

The Liar gives a pained sigh.

Evette ponders the situation.

Daraius looks up into the air for divine inspiration.

Tsakali, Pilgrim of Bodhi says, "To liar peace, peace."

Kailanna glances askance.

Llani tilts her head back, gazing up at the crescent moon hanging in the sky above as she continues to twirl and stamp her feet to the rythm of the drums, slowly circling a fragrant, crackling bonfire.

Shango holds the Awesome Mask of Divine Realities steady in both of his hands and squints his eyes slightly as he stares through its empty eye holes.

Allixea Ysav'rai says, "I do not know any of these serenwilders."

Wagging his finger in censure, Shango fixes Umbra, the shadow fox with a glance of disapproval. She nods meekly then settles down.

Gurashi ceases dancing for a moment, blinking at Duethielle Ladrennbenn in confusion. "Oh, er," He looks up, touching his hat. "Guess sort of am."

A dark storm of black sand and crimson lightning briefly whisks the Liar away from sight.

Valonah dances about happily with her partner. Her long hair twirls around as Daem dips her and brings her back up as her lips land softly along his cheek in a soft kiss. Soft whispers are exhanged as she blushes.
Umbra, the shadow fox props herself up on her hind legs hopping around in circles and wagging her tail.

Esei gives a pained sigh.

Shango twiddles his thumbs.

Evette nods her head emphatically.

Tsakali watches the Liar depart the glade, shrugging softly. Turning to Shango, they dip their head in apology. "Sorry about that."

Evette twiddles her thumbs.

Allixea Ysav'rai says, "Clearly I need to make more friends."

Without stopping her circle about the bonfire or her drumming, Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon says to Allixea, "Well met! I am a member of the Sowers of the Last Seed, welcome to the Serenwilde."

Primarch Shango D'Cente, Dark Animus of the Machine says, "It's fine. Was either he calmed down...or I'd make him."

Sticking out one leg and bending it at the knee, Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe says to Duethielle Ladrennbenn, "Can bend leggies if is too hard to dance with!"

Allixea Ysav'rai says to Elexia, "Excellent name!"

Lerulla ponders Elexia thoughtfully, looking her up and down.

Lerulla ponders Allixea thoughtfully, looking her up and down.

Tsakali gives a trillingly melodic laugh.

Lerulla says, "Your names are very similar."

Lerulla glances askance.

Lerulla says, "To my ears at least."

Allixea Ysav'rai says to Lerulla, "Clearly they are destined to be my friend."

Tsakali, Pilgrim of Bodhi says, "They walked off to try and contain their emotions. They are not used to so many people together at once."

Lerulla shuffles her feet uneasily.

Allixea nods her head emphatically.

Primarch Shango D'Cente, Dark Animus of the Machine says, "Mm."

Lerulla flaps her wings quickly and begins to hover in the air.

Duethielle Ladrennbenn looks down at Gurashi's bent legs, staring inappropriately long. After half a minutes, she says, "Oh! Thank you..." She takes Gurashi's hand and continues to dance once more.

Daem winks at Valonah and gives a soft laugh, and pulls her back up into the sky, swirling and hovering over the large bonfire.

Elexia's lips turn up in a grin somewhat reminiscent of a mischievous pixie's. "Aye, your parents also had excellent taste," she jests with a nod to Allixea.

Esei drifts over to you over the course of their dance, though not drifting into your path. Instead, they turn their eyes to the bonfire, almost as if they can see something within.
Umbra, the shadow fox props herself up on her hind legs hopping around in circles and wagging her tail.

Gurashi chitters at Duethielle Ladrennbenn with energetic clicks of his mandibles.
Distracted, Duethielle Ladrennbenn gazes away into the distance.

Tsakali, Pilgrim of Bodhi says, "They've sort of been off hiding for a long while. They were very scared of us when we ran into them."

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

Valonah suddenly grabs Daem and swoops with him across the room, tangoing with unearthly grace.

Lord Daraius Shevat, Minister of Cultural Affairs asks Tsakali, "Do you know if the name is eponymous?"

Daraius swivels his ears towards Tsakali, listening with rapt attention.

Valonah laughs melodically at Daem.

Daem utters a deep, rumbling laugh at Valonah.

Tsakali puts their hands on their hips and goes "Hmmm!"

Allixea ponders the situation.

"Be right back!" Evette cries.

Xis vacantly stares at Daraius, nodding and smiling.

As Evette gazes coldly into nothing at all, a chill mist begins to grow around her ankles.

Gurashi lets loose a chittering laugh, not seeming inconvenienced by the change in height, though becoming extra careful of his proximity to those dancing nearby. After a few minutes more of sweeping and swaying about the fire, he asks, "Better?"

Whispers of warmth flush through your skin as a sleek snow phoenix with wings of sapphire ice departs in a swirl of glittering flecks of ice.

You have emoted: Lief continues to rattle on her drum, her wrist agitating out a faster rhythm using both her drumming stick's bulbous ends. Swaying and twirling, she laughs and beams, apparently oblivious to troubles beyond the bonfire's roaring light.

You turn quickly as a twig snaps behind you.

Daraius regards Xis with a dispassionate glance, offering a nod in reply.

Tsakali, Pilgrim of Bodhi says to Daraius, "Yes and no. Lies are often simply paradigms of unknown truths, and I don't know that they have told me any lies lately. When we first met them, they were trapped, and controlled by something which often made them lie. They were given the name by a madman, and do not remember their former name."

"Yes," Duethielle Ladrennbenn sweeps about with Gurashi, oblivious to anyone nearby. Several times, her braid almost swings into someone else.

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says to a rainbow-furred seal with slippery flippers, "I said no, you're not allowed to show off your ability to spit lightning. I don't care how proud you are that you learned, it's not an appropriate setting for that."

Gurashi beams broadly.

Esei murmurs softly to themself.

Valonah's eyes twinkle enchantingly at Tridemon.

Nao's eyes sparkle with amusement at Tridemon.

The bonfire flares suddenly, the flames burning into your sight. In the aftervision, you see the shape of a bright hart, antlers flickering.

Umbra, the shadow fox looks up at Shango and barks. She paws at him lightly, then rears up on her hind legs and dances in a circle in front of him.

Daraius peers at Tsakali over the rims of a pair of thin spectacles. "Curious choice to keep such a name," he notes.

A light smattering of clouds now covers the sky.

The howl of a distant wolf momentarily silences the crickets.

The horizon glows with burnished shades of orange and red, heralding the imminent arrival of Father Sun upon the rim of the world.

As the sun's rays begin to break over the horizon, a slender leothin's amaranthine visage begins to fade back to a soft gray, wings dissolving like mist with the morning light.

Esei jerks slightly as the air fills with sparkling motes of bright light.
You sense Feoragan pulling on the strands of aether surrounding Esei.

You have emoted: Lief manages to *just* duck out of the way of Duethielle Ladrennbenn's swinging braid as she herself dances, laughing all the time.

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

Squeaking ominously, Nascent Feoragan, Attendant to the Wyrd whispers, "That was a mistake."

Shango grunts noncommitally.

Squeaking ominously, Nascent Feoragan, Attendant to the Wyrd whispers, "I was adding everyone back to my uh... List."

Feoragan coughs softly.

Primarch Shango D'Cente, Dark Animus of the Machine says, "I believe it best I take my leave then."

Shango doffs an ancestral loboshigaru tribal crown to a sparkling black top hat.

Shuffling to the ether, a royal penguin leaves.
Shango has left the area.

Squeaking ominously, Nascent Feoragan, Attendant to the Wyrd whispers, "I removed eve-."

Continues on, following the lead of others. Though a shiny sheen appears on his carapace, Gurashi hardly seems phased by the exhausting, enthusiastic movements. He sees you duck out of the way, bursting out laughing and turning passed to offer a quick, "Many apologies!" before dancing him and Duethielle Ladrennbenn away again.

Tsakali, Pilgrim of Bodhi says to Daraius, "Names can be used against you. By not letting anyone know their true name, perhaps the Liar is safer than most of us."

Xis jerks slightly as the air fills with sparkling motes of bright light.
You sense Evette pulling on the strands of aether surrounding Xis.

A swirl of glittering flecks of ice drives the temperature lower as a sleek snow phoenix with wings of sapphire ice soars into view from the ether.
Rakkan, the Crowned Jackal growls menacingly, his hackles raising as he catches a distasteful scent.

Birds fill your ears with serenades of happiness and love.

Her tiny ears perk up, Devotee of the Tah'vrai, Valonah Bel'Fiore, Soul of Darkness says, "What is this sound of birds that I hear?"

Evette sways back and forth.

Words carrying a heavy Zoaka influence, Marquis Xis says, "Probably, it's a forest."

Winding down from dancing, Lord Daem Bel'Fiore of Relentless Darkness says to Valonah, "Seems to be birds, beloved."

Daraius issues a noncommittal growl, looking up from Tsakali's diminutive height to see a tawny gryphon with grey-feathered wings returning from the other side of a fragrant, crackling bonfire, still prancing to whatever rhythm remains.

Duethielle Ladrennbenn stops suddenly and leans forward to plant a kiss upon Gurashi's cheek. "Mmm.." she breaks into a smile and says vaguely, "Thank you..." She lets go of his hands and drifts vaguely northwards.

Gurashi blinks.

Evette snaps her fingers.

Gurashi blushes furiously.

Duethielle Ladrennbenn says, "My friend needs me..."

Duethielle Ladrennbenn leaves to the north, long braid swaying.

Devotee of the Tah'vrai, Valonah Bel'Fiore, Soul of Darkness says to Daem, "They sing of strange songs."

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "... Hmm."

Daem nods his head at Valonah, showing his acceptance.

Trailing after Duethielle as she leaves, completely bewildered, Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe says, "Uh..."

Curiously, Lord Daem Bel'Fiore of Relentless Darkness says to Valonah, "Very different from the sounds of the Glomdoring."

Lerulla ponders the situation.

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

Visionary Esei of the Ascending Dusk says, "To be fair..."

Esei ponders the situation.

A beam of moonlight comes down from the sky and bathes Elexia in light.
You sense Udilya pulling on the strands of aether surrounding Elexia.

Dazed, Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe says, "Are very...welcome."

Vatul quietly remains before the bonfire, her eyes focused within its flames for a time. She listens in peace to the songs through the din of the others speaking and feasting.

Lerulla says, "Different smells here too."

Udilya dances down a moonbeam and alights gently on the ground.

Placing a paw gently to beast's beak, Lord Daraius Shevat, Minister of Cultural Affairs says to a tawny gryphon with grey-feathered wings, "You look tired, my friend. Head home."

Elexia begins to change the tempo of her drum beat, making it slightly faster, more lively still. Sweat covers her brow as she dances with abandon and flair. She begins to sing a wordless song, her voice rising and falling melodically as ghostly shapes, almost imperceptible, haunt the edge of the clearing.
Umbra, the shadow fox props herself up on her hind legs hopping around in circles and wagging her tail.

Daraius begins to wield a bleached white bone in his left hand.

Daraius tosses a bleached white bone to a tawny gryphon with grey-feathered wings, and he catches it nimbly.

A tawny gryphon with grey-feathered wings bobs his head several times just before trotting off.

Esei ponders the situation.

Feoragan romps playfully in circles around Esei.

Valonah nods in agreement with Daem as she spins slowly one last time as the dance with him closes. Smiling she whispers to Daem "Thank you for the lovely dance." and lands near to the others again.
Umbra, the shadow fox props herself up on her hind legs hopping around in circles and wagging her tail.

Tridemon glances off to the north, still focused on the elfen lady as she takes her leave. After a moment, he appears to come to a decision.

Squeaking ominously, Nascent Feoragan, Attendant to the Wyrd whispers, "I think it's best if I don't touch anything or anyone."

Tridemon turns towards the north and steps forward, instantly collapsing into a torrent of water that rushes outwards with a thunderous crash of water.
Giving a loud bark, a rainbow-furred seal with slippery flippers flops gracefully out to the north, her tail slapping against the ground with every lunge.

Lerulla flaps her wings quickly and begins to hover in the air.

Daem taps his feet and sways to the new beat, giving Valonah a peck on the cheek and a wink.

Evette shrugs helplessly.

Evette spreads her arms wide, and the air between her hands begins to warp and twist, dancing with brilliant multicoloured light as she bores a hole through the fabric of the planes.

You have emoted: Lief wings up to Gurashi as though to take Duethielle's place, though a drum and her drum-playing stand readily between her and the kephera. Twirling, her eyes alight with mischief, she asks Gurashi, "Do you know our friend Duethielle?"

With a quick beat of her wings, Lerulla cautiously circles the area and studies her surroundings.

Whispers of warmth flush through your skin as a sleek snow phoenix with wings of sapphire ice departs in a swirl of glittering flecks of ice.

Smoke rises in waves from the bonfire, partially obscuring the flames. With a soft breeze, the sharp, woody fragrance of the smoke washes over the clearing.

Gurashi finally steps back after the initial shock has worn off, returning to the fire with stiff steps, continuing to wear a bewildered expression as he resumes playing with the rest.

A squirrel skitters through the treetops somewhere above.

Startled, Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe says to you, "Oh! N-no, actually..."

Lord Daraius Shevat, Minister of Cultural Affairs says to you, "I imagine he does now."

Faintly buzzing, Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe says to you, "Think... have seen before, though!"

Allixea Ysav'rai says, "So what is the party about?"

The bright, bell-like voice of Elexia rings in your ear, "I might take some time in a moment here sister, if it is well with you! I have been resisting the smell of those sweets for far too long now."

You have emoted: Lief's sparkling gray eyes peer carefully at Gurashi, her expression both mirthful and dubious.

Gurashi glances towards Daraius, his carapace turning red from head to shoulders.

Gurashi clears his throat.

You tell Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon, "Oh, please do!"

Tsakali, Pilgrim of Bodhi smiles and says to you, "I think I should depart, but thank you for the invitation and the food. It was fun."

Udilya twirls merrily in mid air, hands raised towards the heavens.

Tsakali picks up 3 stag weed cookies.

Tsakali shifts their eyes suspiciously from side to side.

Tsakali searches the air in front of them, then tugs upon an invisible strand of force.

Umbra, the shadow fox hops around the bonfire playfully, diving into the your shadow, and reappearing from Tridemon's shadow. She bounces along to the rhythm of the drum beat.

Valonah's eyes twinkle enchantingly at Tsakali.

Still playing his drum, though softer, Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe says to you, "But... was masked - so could not be sure."

You have emoted: Lief flashes Tsakali a beaming smile and ceases her drumming briefly to wave.

Gurashi smiles weakly.

Xis leaves, following Tsakali, Pilgrim of Bodhi.
Tsakali turns translucent and then vanishes, leaving behind a cloud of sparkling motes of light.
Showering her surroundings in white flames by flapping her wings, a gold and black phoenix takes flight and leaves to the ether.

Daraius's eyes sparkle behind the lenses of a pair of thin spectacles.

Allixea ponders the situation.

Still lingering near the kephera, twirling and drumming, you say to Allixea, "We are celebrating spring!"

Comprehension flashes across Allixea's face.

Valonah suddenly loses focus in her eyes and shudders, then looks curiously refreshed.
Daem suddenly loses focus in his eyes and shudders, then looks curiously refreshed.

Elexia breaks out of the line of drumming, her breath heavy as she uses her forearm to wipe away some of her sweat. She says to Allixea between breaths, "It's a celebration. For the Spring," she takes a moment to compose herself, straightening her posture. "First for its coming, and now, for its sweet departure. It is a celebration of the seasons that we ourselves go through, as well, of the cycles that turn endlessly in the Basin."

Allixea Ysav'rai says, "Easily one of my top four favourite seasons."

Allixea nods her head emphatically.

Esei stands smoothly and steps over to Gurashi, lips twisted into a thoughtful frown.

Gurashi lets out a sudden chittering laugh.

Lord Daraius Shevat, Minister of Cultural Affairs says to Gurashi, "You change color as well as any lucidian."

Sneaking over to pilfer a cookie from the tables, Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon says, "It is also a fine excuse for a feast, of course."

Sheepishly, Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe asks Daraius, "Oh, er - many ..... thank yous?"

Gurashi boggles at Daraius.

Allixea sniffs the air while fluttering a cute little rabbit nose.

A prism scaled seal with a pair of lopsided flippers raises his head high and releases a string of high-pitched barks: "ARF ARF ARF ARF ARF ARF!" Looking quite pleased with the sound, he lies back on his belly with a satisfied expression.

You have emoted: Lief resumes her drum's steady pounding, her eyes lit with mirth. She drifts away a touch, making room for Esei here near Gurashi.

Daraius rumbles with a sound somewhere between a chuckle and a growl.

Elexia flashes Allixea a grin as she hungrily takes a bite out of one of her cookie.

Esei inclines their head politely to you.

The melodious voice of Gurashi resonates in your mind, "Who is she...?"

Feoragan knocks on the door of a picturesque dollhouse, and a plush doll of Rhianna Shee-Slaugh strolls out the front door with a nod and jumps into her inventory.

Allixea gives a trillingly melodic laugh.

Feoragan's eyes twinkle enchantingly at a plush doll of Rhianna Shee-Slaugh.
A plush doll of Rhianna Shee-Slaugh draws tenebrous folds of cloth around her figure, further obscuring her features.

Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon says to Udilya, "Udilya, my dear! I am so glad you made it!"

The musky scent of loam and leaves fills you with vibrancy.

A plush doll of Rhianna Shee-Slaugh takes a sprig of a cloth-crafted nightshade bush from deep beneath the folds of her robe, balls of crimson thread forming the berries. She picks each berry off one at atime, while chanting under her breath:

A plush doll of Rhianna Shee-Slaugh says, "He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves..."

Tan'ah, the whimsical wombat sweeps Umbra, the shadow fox across the floor, dazzling Umbra, the shadow fox with her footwork.

Reaching the last berry, a plush doll of Rhianna Shee-Slaugh's lavender gem eyes narrow at the remaining wad of crimson thread with a frightening, angry shine. Her stitched mouth parts slightly, and she pops the berry into her mouth with a crunch of mangled cloth. "He loves me," She finishes.

Gurashi jerks slightly as the air fills with sparkling motes of bright light.
You sense Xenthos pulling on the strands of aether surrounding Gurashi.

Udilya flashes Elexia a joyous smile.

Xenthos rolls his eyes.

Xenthos rolls a pair of dice with flair. As they tumble to a stop, you see that one shows a 6 and the other a 4.

You tell Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe, "I've only met her recently myself, in truth! I sadly know very little, though I hope to learn more of her."

Xenthos runs his fingers across the surface of the Fingerblade of dha'Wyrden-cree and takes a calming breath, preparing for the journey ahead.

Elexia flashes Udilya a warm smile as she scoops up another cookie. Taking careful aim, she tosses it through the air to her friend.

Gurashi stares back towards the bonfire, still seeming dazed as he plays the drums. Finally, he notices Esei, turning his head to look. "Are having good time...?"

Elexia picks up a stag weed cookie.

Elexia begins to wield a stag weed cookie in her left hand.

Elexia tosses a stag weed cookie to Udilya, and she catches it nimbly.

(Ironhart Collective): Shango says, "Have fun with the rest of the festival."

Allixea picks up a stag weed cookie.

Udilya beams broadly.

You tell Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe, "She is very close friends with Binky, who was here speaking with the Liar, and also with Miaei, who I think is tending her shop."

Crackles and snaps issue from the bonfire here as swirls of glowing motes rise into the air.

Elexia picks up an iridescent peacock cookie.

Elexia picks up an iridescent peacock cookie.

Elexia begins to wield an iridescent peacock cookie in her left hand.

Elexia begins to wield an iridescent peacock cookie in her right hand.

As he nods slowly in your direction, you realize Gurashi understands.

Esei nods subtly to Gurashi's question, though their eyes never quite leave you.

Lord Daraius Shevat, Minister of Cultural Affairs says to you, "Minister, I confess I'm quite impressed you've drawn such a diverse crowd."

(Ironhart Collective): You say, "Thank you so much for joining us, Shango!"

Udilya smiles and says to Elexia, "Thank you, it's great to be here! I'm glad I didn't mis this dance."

Feoragan carefully lights a smoke wreathed pipe and puffs on it before blowing out a small, murky smoke ring.

The smoke ring expands and turns into a slender apple tree, drooping with bright, colourful apples that give off a tart, refreshing scent.

Faintly buzzing, Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe says to Daraius, "Miss Lief is very nice persons. Was easy."

Allixea begins to wield a stag weed cookie in her left hand.

Umbra, the shadow fox's eyes alight with delight as she paws at Tan'ah circling her on her hind legs.

Primarch Shango D'Cente, Dark Animus of the Machine shouts, "I don't wear fedoras."

Lerulla ponders Umbra, the shadow fox thoughtfully, looking her up and down.

Elexia waves about two cookies in her hands as if she were wielding weapons ready to throw. "Has anyone else an appetite? There is far too much food here to waste!" she calls out.

Gurashi offers another weak, chittering laugh, looking down at his drum again while playing.

Esei pats Gurashi in a friendly manner.

The melodious voice of Gurashi resonates in your mind, "Is from Serenwilde??"

Feoragan carefully lights a smoke wreathed pipe and puffs on it before blowing out a small, murky smoke ring.

The smoke ring expands and turns into a golden butterfly that flutters this way and that, finally exploding in a shower of bright sparkles.

Allixea quickly devours a stag weed cookie.

Glorious rays of morning light burst forth from Father Sun's crown as it peeks over the world's edge, announcing a bright and shining new dawn.

Esei picks up a platter of edible blossoms and forest fruit drizzled with honeyed sap.

The bonfire flares suddenly, the flames burning into your sight. In the aftervision, you see the shape of a bright hart, antlers flickering.

You have emoted: Lief brightens with Daraius's compliment, and she beams. "Thank you so very much!" she says effusively. "As Elexia says, we are all touched by the cycles of the seasons. Spring has come for all of us, not just the Serenwilde!"

Umbra, the shadow fox tilts her head curiously at Lerulla.

Lerulla says to Umbra, the shadow fox, "Sorry, I was just noticing how lovely you were."

You tell Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe, "She is! She's lived here her entire life, I gather."

The melodious voice of Gurashi resonates in your mind, "Ah ..."

Daraius concedes Gurashi's point with an upturned paw, silver script visible briefly upon his padded palm. "I quite believe it, but kindness alone does not an effective event planner make."

Udilya quickly devours a stag weed cookie.

Lerulla looks about herself, rubbing her chin thoughtfully.

Elexia gives a chipper nod of agreement in your direction, her weariness quickly fading after eating but a single sweet. "Aye, we all must share the seasons together, and it is for this reason that all are welcome," she chimes.

Allixea sniffs the air while fluttering a cute little rabbit nose.

With an enthusiastic shrug, Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe says to Daraius, "Don't know that!"

Esei raises an eyebrow at Gurashi.

You have emoted: At the notion of 'planning,' Lief laughs aloud. "Goodness," she says, "to plan for this, I buried my head in scripts and books and letters for months on end."

Umbra, the shadow fox nods her head, and bares her thorn-like teeth in what could be considered a smile, before rubbing herself up against Lerulla slowly. She nuzzles her head into Lerulla's hand.

Allixea climbs onto Mishibi, the panther.

The melodious voice of Gurashi resonates in your mind, "Would be weird if said goodbye to, before... left? Is probably weird. Bet is weird."

Lerulla smiles softly at Umbra, the shadow fox.

Indicating Lief's response with a tile of his muzzle, Lord Daraius Shevat, Minister of Cultural Affairs says to Gurashi, "You see?"

Gurashi coughs softly.

The pointed tips of Esei's ears twitch to some errant sound.

You tell Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe, "Oh, no. I think she would appreciate it! She's worked so very hard during these festivities, too, and I think she'd be very happy knowing she has a friend wishing her well."

Llani twirls back towards the drum line, this time reaching down to grab Gurashi by one of his forearms, some of her black and yellow body paint sticking to his carapace. "The dance is not nearly done! The day is young, and the bees still fly!" She exclaims, trying to draw him back into the circle.
Umbra, the shadow fox props herself up on her hind legs hopping around in circles and wagging her tail.

Faintly buzzing, Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe says, "Did not mean to disregard all of hard work!"

The melodious voice of Gurashi resonates in your mind, "Hmm... O-K."

The melodious voice of Gurashi resonates in your mind, "Many thank yous for inviting."

Esei raises an eyebrow at Llani.

You tell Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe, "Yes, of course! Now - I believe Llani wants to dance with you."

Feoragan licks a burning magnolia macaron cookie.

Gurashi blinks.

Lord Daraius Shevat, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "I have decades of Ministerial experience, myself, but I imagine I will take some advice from my comrade for the Beacon's next refounding festival."

Faintly buzzing, Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe exclaims to Llani, "O-oh!"

Quickly averting his gaze towards the sky, Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe says to Llani, "S-sure, will dance."

Elexia eats an iridescent peacock cookie with obvious gusto.

Elexia ceases to wield an iridescent peacock cookie in her right hand.

Valonah curiously picks up a platter of thick fondue cheese, she dips in her pinky and pulls it out as the cheese strings out, further and futher as she lifts up her arm. Waving it she notices some cheese lands behind her and she looks around hoping no one noticed.

You have emoted: Lief flashes Gurashi a mischievous grin as she watches Llani pull at him, then returns her attention to Daraius with a bow of her antlered head. "My best piece of advice is to plan long, long, long before you think you need to. Spend days at a time buried in work, not months."

You laughingly say, "That's what I've learned."

Daraius nods his head at you.

Nao runs their fingers across the surface of the Mantle of Starlight and takes a calming breath, preparing for the journey ahead.

Giving a loud bark, a prism scaled seal with a pair of lopsided flippers flops gracefully out to the ether, his tail slapping against the ground with every lunge.
Nao has left the area.

Gurashi quickly readjusts his drum between his four arms again, his dance returning to its earlier enthusiastic tempo. "Uhm, what is name!" He asks awkwardly over the din.
Umbra, the shadow fox props herself up on her hind legs hopping around in circles and wagging her tail.

The musky scent of loam and leaves fills you with vibrancy.

You have emoted: Lief drifts a circle about Esei, her wrist resuming the beat of her drum. Curiously, she asks Esei, "Are you enjoying yourself?"

Feoragan ponders a plush doll of Weeky Peedia, the Furrikin Savant thoughtfully, looking it up and down.
A plush doll of Weeky Peedia, the Furrikin Savant turns to Feoragan, a big smile on his face. "Oho! Hello there!" he exclaims.

A plush doll of Weeky Peedia, the Furrikin Savant says, "A classic is something that everybody wants to have read and nobody wants to read."
A plush doll of Weeky Peedia, the Furrikin Savant nods its head sagely.

The bonfire flares suddenly, the flames burning into your sight. In the aftervision, you see the shape of a bright hart, antlers flickering.

Squeaking ominously, Nascent Feoragan, Attendant to the Wyrd whispers, "Very true, Weeky."

Esei nods to you. "Indeed. Observing, at the moment. I do not think I have found a dancing partner," they say, glancing around the room.

Gurashi jerks slightly as the air fills with sparkling motes of bright light.
You sense Xenthos pulling on the strands of aether surrounding Gurashi.

Daem flashes Lerulla a joyous smile.

Lerulla flashes Daem a joyous smile.

"Llani!" Llani Exclaims with a smile, doing her best to be heard of the steady beat of the drums. She reaches up to lightly grasp Gurashi's other forearm, leading him in a twirling, rythmic dance about the fire.
Umbra, the shadow fox props herself up on her hind legs hopping around in circles and wagging her tail.
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Lord Daraius Shevat, Minister of Cultural Affairs says to Esei, "It appears most simply grab the kephera drummer and use him."

Udilya smiles and says, "You do not need a dancing partner to enjoy yourself."

Esei rolls their eyes at Daraius.

Esei removes a fur-lined mantle of frost.

With something of a chuckling growl, Lord Daraius Shevat, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "Or perhaps you have a gryphon of your own you could call?"

Squeaking ominously, Nascent Feoragan, Attendant to the Wyrd whispers, "I have a swan."

The sun reaches the zenith of the firmament, pausing in his quest to allow the land to bask in his shining golden rays.

Esei flashes Daraius a sharp, knife-like smile. "No," they say. "I do, however, have a wyvern."

Elexia blithely flits to and fro, her drum now resting alongside the other unusued instruments as she circles the bonfire area. Her eyes scan the remaining crowd curiously, and she pauses in the air after a moment. She lowers herself down near Skarde, tilting her head curiously. "Are you enjoying yourself?" she asks him.

Gurashi chitters, pulled forward by the faeling's surprising strength. "Oh," He sweeps a little too near to the fire, intent on focusing on his drum as he dances. "Am Gurashi An'Ryshe. Think have seen before, in timequakes, and such."
Umbra, the shadow fox props herself up on her hind legs hopping around in circles and wagging her tail.

Gurashi chitters at Llani with energetic clicks of his mandibles.

Daraius dips his bewhiskered canid muzzle to Esei in acknowledgement.

You have emoted: Lief laughs, continuing to twirl and drum around Esei, her bare feet tapping the air absent solid earth to stamp against before drifting off. Her eyes scan those gathered here, flashing Kailanna a grin, and then Uzriel, gaze lingering briefly upon those others she recognizes.

The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across Kailanna's lips as she glances at you.

Gurashi jerks slightly as the air fills with sparkling motes of bright light.
You sense Esri pulling on the strands of aether surrounding Gurashi.

Feoragan romps playfully in circles around Esei.

A graceful wyvern with feathered wings trots in with head high, butting Esei gently with his head.

Esei tilts their head curiously at Feoragan.

Among the sparkling motes of light, a translucent figure appears in the air and then quickly solidifies as Esri comes into view.
Winking motes of prismatic dreams drift in from the ether, heralding the arrival of a blithe dream phoenix with gossamer wings of ethereal light.
Esri has entered the area.
Rakkan, the Crowned Jackal growls menacingly, his hackles raising as he catches a distasteful scent.
Lifting her head, Ilistala looks at Esri hopefully.

Esei strokes a graceful wyvern with feathered wings tenderly.
A graceful wyvern with feathered wings shakes his head.

"For my part, I'm afraid I must head home." Daraius says. Turning to you, he adds sincerely, "Thank you for sharing this bit Seren culture with the Basin."

Daem flashes Esri a joyous smile.

Esri hugs Gurashi compassionately.

Gurashi chitters at Xenthos with energetic clicks of his mandibles.

Crackles and snaps issue from the bonfire here as swirls of glowing motes rise into the air.

A light smattering of clouds now covers the sky.

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

"Hey!" Esri greets warmly.

Lerulla inclines her head politely to Esri.

Squeaking ominously, Nascent Feoragan, Attendant to the Wyrd whispers to you, "Thank you for your courteous invite. I loved the party, though I fear I made a bit of a fool of myself. It's the drink..."

Feoragan coughs softly.

With a flourish of his arm, Esri bows deeply.

Feoragan doffs a gold trimmed pirate captain's hat cordially.

Smoke rises in waves from the bonfire, partially obscuring the flames. With a soft breeze, the sharp, woody fragrance of the smoke washes over the clearing.

His eyes sparkling subtly, Lord Daraius Shevat, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "I'm truly impressed at how little blood was shed, but I suppose the celebration is young yet."

Udilya quietly slips away from the party, her feet keeping time to the music as she zips away.

Elexia looks up curiously at the new arrivals. "Ah, Spirit Warden, welcome to the Serenwilde," she says with a respectful dip of her head. "I am glad you made it for the festivities."

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says to Feoragan, "You should keep an eye out on that, in the future, then."

You have emoted: Lief pauses, flitting nearer to Daraius. Likewise sincere, she bows her antlered head deeply, pausing in her drumwork long enough to say, "Thank you so much for joining us, Minister. I'm so glad we had Hallifax's company here with us!"

Udilya begins to flap her wings powerfully, and rises quickly up into the firmament.

Xenthos ponders Daraius thoughtfully, looking him up and down.

Squeaking ominously, Nascent Feoragan, Attendant to the Wyrd says, "Yes.."

Feoragan coughs softly.

Feoragan searches the air in front of her, then tugs upon an invisible strand of force.

You smile impishly and say to Daraius, "Leaving before the party will get truly fun, I see."

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says to Daraius, "There. Have some blood."

Esei removes a fearsome dark forestal great helm.

Esei removes a serpentine platinum pocket watch.

Esei removes a clear ring.

Allixea ponders the situation.

In a hushed yet warm voice, Disciple of the Thorned Willow Esri, Proselyte of the Awakening says, "Greetings everyone!"

Allixea ponders you thoughtfully, looking you up and down.

The musky scent of loam and leaves fills you with vibrancy.

Daraius stares blankly at Xenthos.

Xenthos tilts his head and listens intently to Daraius.

You have emoted: Lief raises her drumming hand in greetings to Esri. "Hello, hello!" she calls out, then picks up the beating pace upon her drum again.

With a hand raised in greeting, Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon says to Esri, "Well met, a merry Vestian to you."

Esri ponders the situation.

"Lots of killing on both sides.." Llani Says with a quick laugh as she continues to twirl and dance. "But now's not the time to think of that, or the place." She adds, her wings buzzing to life as they lift her up to eye level.
Umbra, the shadow fox props herself up on her hind legs hopping around in circles and wagging her tail.

Valonah slips over quietly to look at the wildflowers growing and stops to try to pick one.

Esri hugs Valonah compassionately.

In a hushed yet warm voice, Disciple of the Thorned Willow Esri, Proselyte of the Awakening says to Valonah, "I have missed you."

Valonah flashes Esri a joyous smile.


Clasping his paws and offering a polite bow, Lord Daraius Shevat, Minister of Cultural Affairs says, "May you each be well, and your efforts fruitful, insofar as they don't counter the aims of the Collective."

Daraius takes the Quintessential Mandala of Resplendent Harmony in both hands and bows his head. Swirling ribbons of colour race outwards from the mandala, wrapping about Daraius as he begins to break down into an infinite number of small, fractal shapes before flaring outwards in a fractal swirl, dissipating into the air.

(Serenwilde): Udilya (from the Aetherways) says, "Has there been blood shed during this party?"

Lord Daem Bel'Fiore of Relentless Darkness says to Esri, "Oh, I hope everything went well after your rite. Very sorry I had to leave so soon after."

(Serenwilde): You say, "Oh, no, not at all!"

Devotee of the Tah'vrai, Valonah Bel'Fiore, Soul of Darkness says to Esri, "Hello! I had a charming dance with my husband, I tried something called fondue and now I'm looking at their flowers."

A squirrel skitters through the treetops somewhere above.

(Serenwilde): You say, "We're allowing everyone to join us in celebration on the condition of peace."

"Oh, didn't mean--" Gurashi suddenly cuts himself off as Llani flutters up to meet his eyes, letting loose a loud, whistling sound of defeat.

In a hushed yet warm voice, Disciple of the Thorned Willow Esri, Proselyte of the Awakening says to Valonah, "Sounds very nice!"

Suddenly reaching for his bag as he dances, Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe says to Llani, "Oh."

Valonah flutters her wings and takes flight after a squirrel, chasing after it.

(Serenwilde): Elexia says, "The festival has been going splendidly, a remarkable affair of peace attended by members of all the Basin's peoples."

Gurashi takes a plump bumblebee cookie from a fesix backpack.

Esei ponders the situation.

Gurashi gives a plump bumblebee cookie to Busy Bee Llani Myeras, Springtime Portent.

(Serenwilde): Udilya (from the Aetherways) says, "I'm glad. I ... I am unnerved at some of these outsiders. I am truely sorry I cannot stay for the celebration."

The cold voice of Allixea sends chills down your spine, "I see you are an avatar of Lady Maylea!"

Vatul rises from her reverie in the flames of the bonfire, and strides over to you, her serene gate drawing the train of her gown across the grass. She remains rather out of the way, keeping a point of observation to all as she sups on a few confections and feast things.

In a hushed yet warm voice, Disciple of the Thorned Willow Esri, Proselyte of the Awakening says, "I hope everyone is well?"

The cold voice of Allixea sends chills down your spine, "Fun story! She was at my first wedding a long time ago."

You tell Allixea Ysav'rai, "I am, I am! Was She really?"

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says to Valonah, "It was not the kepheran one, I imagine?"

Elexia clasps her hands in front of her and nods to Esri. "Aye, it has been a splendid affair, I am so glad to see so many peoples from all walks of life here," she replies warmly.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says to Valonah, "Might be worth asking Gurashi to whip one of those together for you some day."

The cold voice of Allixea sends chills down your spine, "Yes! Lendren led the ceremony, she was there with an Elfen woman whose name escapes me."

Esri flashes Elexia a joyous smile.

A broad smile spreads across Llani's face as she reaches out to take the cookie from Gurashi, promptly poping it into her mouth. "Hese are mah favorite." She says gratefully with a mouthful of food.

Perking up upon hearing his name, though still many feet away dancing, Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe asks, "Eh? What??"

Continuing the hunt for his dark mate, Father Sun presses forward in his journey, lowering himself in the sky yet still casting even, full light upon the land.

Llani quickly devours a plump bumblebee cookie.

Devotee of the Tah'vrai, Valonah Bel'Fiore, Soul of Darkness says, "Kepheran fondue? Very interesting!"

Gurashi chitters at Llani with energetic clicks of his mandibles.

Esei carefully starts unbuckling their plate armor, though they aren't entirely naked underneath. Shadows writhe across their skin, covering most of their body from any indecency, and truly joins in the dancing.

Esei removes a dark suit of glimmering onyx fullplate.

Esri ponders the situation.

(Serenwilde): Udilya (from the Aetherways) says, "Please be safe dearest Serenwilde."

Still careful about where his gaze sits, Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe says to Llani, "Should go see the bumblebee platters that brought. Think would definitely like."

(Serenwilde): Elexia says, "Be well!"

The cold voice of Allixea sends chills down your spine, "I would say Aeldra may remember the wedding in more detail but she appears to have disappeared these days."

Skarde jerks slightly as the air fills with sparkling motes of bright light.
You sense Nao pulling on the strands of aether surrounding Skarde.

Preceded by a loud barking and the slapping of his tail, a prism scaled seal with a pair of lopsided flippers flops in gracefully from the ether.
Nao has entered the area.
Rakkan, the Crowned Jackal growls menacingly, his hackles raising as he catches a distasteful scent.

You have emoted: Sighting Vatul, Lief closes the distance and wings nearer to her. She maintains her steady drumming, loud and forceful for the sake of those who dance, but she directs her attention otherwise to Vatul. "How are you enjoying the festivities, Lady Nightingale?" she asks.
Umbra, the shadow fox props herself up on her hind legs hopping around in circles and wagging her tail.

You tell Allixea Ysav'rai, "Oh, I know Aeldra! I do so adore her, but I will ask her next I see her. She taught me most everything I know about events long past."

A graceful wyvern with feathered wings bobs his head several times just before trotting off.

Lord Daem Bel'Fiore of Relentless Darkness whispers to Valonah, "Are the drums a Serenwilde thing?"

Devotee of the Tah'vrai, Valonah Bel'Fiore, Soul of Darkness whispers to Daem, "I don't know."

Bizirik, the leothin sits, awkward and forgotten on the edge of the party. Slowly it rises, wandering over towards where the food is kept and grasping a shiny peacock cooking between its uneven jaws. It turns, then trots over to where Xenthos stands, sitting opposite of Ilistala beside him.

Lerulla looks about herself, rubbing her chin thoughtfully.

Bizirik, the leothin thrums happily, licking cookie crumbs off its face with a long, forked tongue.

"I had some!" Llani says with a smile as she finishes the last of the cookie and returns to dance, still grasping one of Gurashi's forearms. "Were they your own design?" She asks, with the slightest tilt of her head.
Umbra, the shadow fox props herself up on her hind legs hopping around in circles and wagging her tail.

Lord Daem Bel'Fiore of Relentless Darkness whispers to Valonah, "Very different from the drums of the dead."

Her voice intertwining in the rhythm, Lady Nightingale Vatul Feyranti, of the Danse Macabre says to you, "Quite well, it is enjoyable to see all so joyous in worship of the rites of spring."

The cold voice of Allixea sends chills down your spine, "She was my first wife! I find it odd that I am not much older than you but don't recall you from my youth."

Gurashi shakes his head.

Rakkan, the Crowned Jackal cocks an ear, watching the other creatures with distrust.

Laughing and shaking his head, Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe says to Llani, "Wish could say was, but."

Devotee of the Tah'vrai, Valonah Bel'Fiore, Soul of Darkness says to Daem, "Indeed, odd beat these drums sound."

The cold voice of Allixea sends chills down your spine, "Purhaps I am forgetful in my age!"

Gurashi suddenly points across the clearing to Xenthos. "Was his design! Are the best, aren't they?"

Xenthos uses his fingertips to drum out slow, even beats upon the Drums of Kiakoda.
A soft beating rises up from the ground, carrying with it the chirping of birds and chittering of small animals.

Valonah nudges Daem suggestively.

You tell Allixea Ysav'rai, "Oh, no! For several decades, I wandered and hid myself while meeting different peoples of the Basin. I wasn't very vocal and present during those years."

Elexia casts her eyes about the gathering with a satisfied nod. She flies over to where she sat down her drum earlier and scoops it up in her hands. She takes up her beat once more as she alights down near the bonfire, beginning to dance about it in a circle.
Umbra, the shadow fox props herself up on her hind legs hopping around in circles and wagging her tail.

The illusion cast by Daem's mask of a fae knight ripples and falls away, revealing him.
Valonah thrusts an athame dagger into the ground near Daem, then as she withdraws her weapon from the ground, Daem's shadow comes with it.

The cold voice of Allixea sends chills down your spine, "Ah! That's understandable! I have trouble being quiet at times so I just sort of appear and talk at people."

Valonah curtseys gracefully before the shadow of Daem.

You have emoted: Lief continues her own drumming rhythm from where she hovers near Vatul, her eyes bright with approval. "I'm so glad you think so!" she beams, bobbing in the air. "I heard from your Warlady that Magnagora might well be considering festivities of your own?"

The smell of wildflowers wafts past your nose.

Llani glances over to Xenthos with a smile. "Thank you for the bees!" She yells out, doing her best to be heard over the din of the drums and the stamping of feet.

The cold voice of Allixea sends chills down your spine, "I once carried on a conversation for much longer than I would like to admit before realizing the person I was speaking to could not talk. I spent the whole time talking at some poor confused soul."

Gurashi chitters at Xenthos with energetic clicks of his mandibles.

Umbra, the shadow fox tilts her head curiously at Bizirik then wanders over to the plate of cookies, and takes a peacock cookie in her mouth, devouring it quickly.

Esri hugs Valonah compassionately.

Allixea sniffs the air while fluttering a cute little rabbit nose.

Shadows grow longer in anticipation for the return of their dark mistress as Father Sun's chase brings him closer to the world's edge.

Bizirik, the leothin chirps happily at Umbra, the shadow fox.

Valonah gives Esri a friendly squeeze.

As nightfall steals the last vestiges of daylight, a slender leothin's muted coat begins to shine with a violaceous radiance, and a double pair of wings materializes, grandly extended as if they've been there all along.

Birds fill your ears with serenades of happiness and love.

Lady Nightingale Vatul Feyranti, of the Danse Macabre says to you, "Certainly, we are deciding on a variety of aspects of it." At the dusk, her face flushes with a gentle, starlit glow. "But I hope it shall be something worth attending."

Smoke rises in waves from the bonfire, partially obscuring the flames. With a soft breeze, the sharp, woody fragrance of the smoke washes over the clearing.

You tell Allixea Ysav'rai, "Oh, goodness!" Her touch upon the aethers is light with laughter and self-deprecation. "I can imagine doing the very same thing. Have you found your way to stagecraft yet? I find it's a *wonderful* outlet for people of our temperament."

Gurashi also waves over at Xenthos, chittering before resuming his own drum playing. With a great sigh, he glances north, then resumes dancing and playing on.

Skarde sucks thoughtfully on his teeth.

Skarde approaches Xenthos, extending one claw out to him, "A dance?" the aslaran offers with the faintest shine of a grin.
Umbra, the shadow fox props herself up on her hind legs hopping around in circles and wagging her tail.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says to Skarde, "No, but thank you."

Allixea runs her fingers across the surface of a glowing emerald leaf and takes a calming breath, preparing for the journey ahead.

Allixea, riding Mishibi, the panther, touches a glowing emerald leaf, and leafy creepers push up through the ground and climb up Allixea, riding Mishibi, the panther,'s legs. The leaves turn brown and blow away, taking Allixea, riding Mishibi, the panther, with them, leaving behind nothing but the loamy smell of the forests.
Following a scent, Mishibi leaves to the ether.

Skarde jerks slightly as the air fills with sparkling motes of bright light.
You sense Allixea pulling on the strands of aether surrounding Skarde.

Among the sparkling motes of light, a translucent figure appears in the air and then quickly solidifies as Allixea, riding Mishibi, the panther, comes into view.
With a growl Mishibi enters from the ether.
Rakkan, the Crowned Jackal growls menacingly, his hackles raising as he catches a distasteful scent.
Lifting her head, Ilistala looks at Allixea hopefully.

Llani finally lets go of Gurashi's wrist as she returns to the circle on her own, landing on the ground and twirling and stamping to the beat of the drums.

Errente steps down off of a giant feral eagle with eyes of liquid gold.

The cold voice of Allixea sends chills down your spine, "I have acted in one play once as a silent direwolf, I mostly did my own thing however."

Kailanna pets Rakkan, the Crowned Jackal ingratiatingly.
Rakkan, the Crowned Jackal leans into Kailanna's hand, letting out a low, satisfied rumble.

Valonah flutters her wings softly as she joins others around the bonefire in dance. Humming along to the music she twirls happily with the shadows.
Umbra, the shadow fox props herself up on her hind legs hopping around in circles and wagging her tail.

A white skull bounds in, bones rattling.

A white skull cackles hellishly at Esei.

As the sun passes below the horizon's edge, Mother Night unveils her terrible, shadowy beauty, spreading darkness across the land.

Valonah hums a happy tune and smiles at the shadow of Daem.

A white skull says to Esei, "Rewards were not as great as expected."

A white skull bounds out of the room, cackling.

With several beats of her wings, Allixea alights upon Skarde's shoulder.

Errente tilts back his head and inhales deeply while twitching a wolf's snout.

Daem thrusts an athame dagger into the ground near Valonah, then as he withdraws his weapon from the ground, Valonah's shadow comes with it.

Skarde ponders Rakkan, the Crowned Jackal thoughtfully, looking him up and down.

Esei furrows their brow in thought.

Puffy white fur brushing the floor as she passes, a ragdoll kitten saunters out to the north.

Errente peers at Rakkan, the Crowned Jackal unscrupulously.

Daem hums a happy tune and smiles at the shadow of Valonah.

Valonah winks conspiratorially at the shadow of Daem.

(Ironhart Collective): Shango says, "I stepped away. Getting randomly attacked because one is a little brat upset by one of their own dissing her...soured my mood immeasurably."

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

Daem happliy falls in line behind Valonah dancing along with her shadow.

Errente blinks.

Skarde pats himself on the back.

The winds murmur and stir as Skarde tilts his head as if hearing an unseen voice.

The gale surges and howls to a crescendo, consuming Skarde in a fierce whirlwind.
A dark amethyst edged blue kirin with two spiralling silver horns strides away to the ether.

Esei steps over to you again, shadows swirling around their ankles. "Care for a dance?" They murmur, eyes flitting over your face. "Or are you a bit busy with the drums?"
Umbra, the shadow fox props herself up on her hind legs hopping around in circles and wagging her tail.

Primarch Shango D'Cente, Dark Animus of the Machine shouts, "Mind the puddles on the roads. Still out and about it seems...liberal use of the Archway before the Portal will help."

(Ironhart Collective): Vatul says, "That is a shame, Primarch. I had hoped for a dance with you."

Gurashi stumbles a bit, finally beginning to show the first signs of fatigue. He continues to play regardless, starting to wander towards the north.

Light and shadow ripple as a prismatic dream phoenix glides north with a proud sweep of his gossamer wings of ethereal light, trailing fluttering motes of dreams.
The prickling on the back of your neck dissipates as Gurashi, riding Bizirik, the leothin, departs to the north.
With a playful chirr, Bizirik turns sharply and scampers off to the north.

Rakkan, the Crowned Jackal growls menacingly, his hackles raising as he catches a distasteful scent.

Winking motes of prismatic dreams drift in from the north, heralding the arrival of a blithe dream phoenix with gossamer wings of ethereal light.
Rakkan, the Crowned Jackal growls menacingly, his hackles raising as he catches a distasteful scent.

You have emoted: As others take up the drumbeat, Lief quiets her own. She beams at Vatul and says, "A festival in Hallifax, and one in Magnagora - I look forward to attending both, when both nations are ready. I'm certain yours will be more than worthy of attendance!" With Esei's approach, she flashes them a smile, settling her own drum down. "I can dance some more!"
Umbra, the shadow fox props herself up on her hind legs hopping around in circles and wagging her tail.

(Ironhart Collective): Shango says, "I doubt that."

(Ironhart Collective): Shango says, "You lot have fun."

(Ironhart Collective): Vatul says, "Ah, but its true."

A prismatic dream phoenix with gossamer wings of ethereal light exhales, and his breath rushes out in a cloud of twinkling dream motes that wink out of existence as they cascade down.

Errente beams broadly at a prismatic dream phoenix with gossamer wings of ethereal light.
With a content sigh, a prismatic dream phoenix with gossamer wings of ethereal light leans up against Errente, blinking drowsily.

"Awwwww!" Errente says.

Daem flashes Errente a joyous smile.

Esei simply extends their hand towards you, waiting patiently; almost a callback to a distant conversation.

(Ironhart Collective): Daraius (from the Astral Plane) says, "It should be no surprise that a Glomdorian was the locus of trouble."

(Ironhart Collective): Shango says, "As expected."

(Ironhart Collective): Vatul says, "Yes, as I had surmised."

The light spread of cloud overhead fluffs up into sparse cotton bodies.

Across the heavens, the stars and moon challenge night's dark reign, revealing familiar constellations that tell the tales of myth and legend.

Valonah twirls in the air, holding a shadow up high and allowing it to travel down her arms slowly, covering her body with a pale darkness before lashing it back out and spinning around again.

You have emoted: Lief's touch on Esei's palm is feather light; she doesn't grasp as she wings back into the circle, bobbing in the air upon her humming dragonfly wings.

Nao reaches out and touches the east-facing landmark of the Compass of the Basin, and the spinning needle within fixes on that direction. The compass begins to vibrate subtly.

With a flourish of his arm, Errente bows deeply.

Clarion bells ring out as Errente gazes sternly into the distance.

Daem waves goodbye at Errente.

With a flourish of his arm, Esri bows deeply.

You tell Tsakali, Pilgrim of Bodhi, "If you are a regular friend of the Liar, I hope you will express how happy I am to have shared these festivities with all of you!"

Esri waves goodbye.

You tell Tsakali, Pilgrim of Bodhi, "Blessed, merry springtide to you and yours!"

Allixea ponders the situation.

In a hushed yet warm voice, Disciple of the Thorned Willow Esri, Proselyte of the Awakening says, "Tahnk you for having me!"

With a flourish of his arm, Esri bows deeply.

Esri slowly spreads his wings, becoming more translucent the further out the wings spread.

Llani waves goodbye at Esri.

You beam broadly at Esri.

Esri has left the area.

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

Esei tightens their grip briefly, seemingly out of reflex, but not for long. Their steps are focused on their own beat, subtly trying to lead you to do the same. Their eyes flutter closed, but that does not impede the dance.
Umbra, the shadow fox props herself up on her hind legs hopping around in circles and wagging her tail.

Elexia flashes you and Esei an encouraging smile as she distances herself from the bonfire. She continues to provide the drumming music for the affair as she skips about the crowd.

The cold voice of Esri sends chills down your spine, "Thank you!"

Allixea Ysav'rai says, "Is the old spiritsingers Guildhall still destroyed?"

The howl of a distant wolf momentarily silences the crickets.

Lord Daem Bel'Fiore of Relentless Darkness whispers to Umbra, the shadow fox, "You are going to be tired from all that dancing."

You tell Disciple of the Thorned Willow Esri, Proselyte of the Awakening, "Thank you so very much for joining us! A blessed, merry springtide to you and yours!"

Umbra, the shadow fox shakes her head slowly from side to side as she stares at Daem.

The cold voice of Esri sends chills down your spine, "Thank you, you are very kind and to you as well."

Tsakali tells you, "Blessings upon you and yours, and yes, the Liar is counted among my friends. They are much like a canvas of ivory, already possessing a beauty yet in need of a gentle touch to fulfil their potential. They are still learning."

Valonah lands near the side of Daem and slips her hand in his, smiling she whispers "It is time to go I think."

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

Daem squeezes Valonah's hand softly. "Yes, Beloved. I think so.

Daem flashes Valonah a joyous smile.

Without stopping her circle, Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon says to Allixea, "Aye, it is, but we still carry on the Voice's music."

You have emoted: Lief's feet are light in the air, her wings buoying her, bearing most of the work of the dance. She glides, dipping, her own beat in time with the drums that she hears. Her gray eyes are bright, reflecting the light of a fragrant, crackling bonfire and its dancing flames.

Lord Daem Bel'Fiore of Relentless Darkness smiles and says, "Thank you for the invite."

Lord Daem Bel'Fiore of Relentless Darkness whispers to Umbra, the shadow fox, "That means you are coming with too."

Calling out, you say to Daem, "Thank you both so much for joining us! A blessed, merry springtide to you!"

Addressing those in the area, Devotee of the Tah'vrai, Valonah Bel'Fiore, Soul of Darkness says, "Thank you for your hospitality, the sights and sounds were interesting as was the company."

Umbra, the shadow fox shakes her head slowly from side to side as she stares at Daem.

Llani flutters away from the bonfire as things slowly start to die down, finding herself a drum and down on the bench as she watches the remaining dancers.
Umbra, the shadow fox props herself up on her hind legs hopping around in circles and wagging her tail.

Bright crescents of flame flash and flicker from the bonfire, occasionally tipped with hints of soft blue and moonlit silver.

Daem gives Umbra, the shadow fox a pained sigh.

Valonah curtseys gracefully.

Daem waves goodbye.

Valonah climbs onto Tan'ah, the whimsical wombat.

Daem easily vaults onto the back of Umbra, the shadow fox.

Daem runs his fingers across the surface of a yellow, submariner's periscope and takes a calming breath, preparing for the journey ahead.

Daem lifts his arm in a single, fluid movement, shedding a whirling cascade of cherry blossoms around his form.
Tan'ah, the playful wombat, wiggles her nose and darts off to the ether.

Esei lets out a low hum, but keeps pace with you as well as possible despite their different beats. They murmur something softly under their breath, then opens those dark eyes again. "You dance well," they murmur, their voice only meant for you.

Midnight shadows coalesce around a new day, and Mother Night embraces the land in utter darkness.
It is now the 5th of Vestian, 546 years after the Coming of Estarra.

Giving a loud bark, a rainbow-furred seal with slippery flippers flops gracefully out to the north, her tail slapping against the ground with every lunge.

Tridemon runs his fingers across the surface of the Mantle of Starlight and takes a calming breath, preparing for the journey ahead.

Tridemon touches the Mantle of Starlight and is surrounded by a brilliant white light. The distant song of an angelic choir can be heard, as he is lifted aloft and disappears.

Vatul hums gently at the rising of the rhythm, her soprano voice floating across the air in sweet, bright tones. Though faint, it seems to fill into the wilder beats of the bonfire's music.

Jolanthe enters from the north, emanating an aura of immense power.

(Ironhart Collective): Daraius (from the Astral Plane) says, "I daresay Shantu did all the dancing. I merely kept my balance. But yes, should I convince my wife to attend the next Bloodfaire, or whatever formal ball the Engine manifests, I suspect we will dance."

(Ironhart Collective): Daraius (from the Astral Plane) says, "And, my wife having an inexplicable soft spot for Magnagoran culture, I trust she will take very little convincing indeed."

You have emoted: Lief's eyes light with mirth as she dances, twirling energetically to the crackling of flames, to the thumping of drums. "The Forest sings in my blood," she says quietly yet merrily to Esei. "The rhythms of nature swell in all of us, I think - it's exactly what I'd hoped to see in everybody celebrating."

Bright crescents of flame flash and flicker from the bonfire, occasionally tipped with hints of soft blue and moonlit silver.

Elexia flashes Jolanthe a warm smile as she strides into the clearing. "Well met!" she calls as she continues to spin about with her drum. "I am glad you made it!" Her eyes then flick over to Uzriel at the edge of the group. A questioning look is on her face for a moment, then she continues on her way.

Busy Bee Llani Myeras, Springtime Portent exclaims to Jolanthe, "Mom!"

Esei gives you a small nod, a soft smile playing across their lips. "The Drums beat in my own blood," they murmur. "A bit confusing, to have two different beats at the same time."

Allixea Ysav'rai says to Elexia, "I just realized I know your parents! I ran into your father at the wheel the other month and it was a good time."

Allixea gives a trillingly melodic laugh.

A mischevious look fills Elexia's violet eyes as her lips turn up in a pixie's grin.

Jolanthe quietly raises her hand in greeting, careful not to disrupt present events.

Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon smiles with a wink and says to Allixea, "Is that so? I do hope my dear father behaved himself."

A radiant aura of blue light glows forth from the Glinshari Circle, signalling that the Flame of Glinshari shines with great strength.

Allixea Ysav'rai says to Elexia, "He is a very old friend! He's always on his best behavior."

As the last few resonant airs of Vatul's voice subsides into the crackle of flames, her exotic soprano is all but a memory, a whisper against the light of the sapphire flames illuminating the forest canopy.

Llani sits herself down on a bench of fallen trees and makes herself comfortable.

Jolanthe sits herself down on a bench of fallen trees and makes herself comfortable.

An owl hoots off in the distance.

The pointed tips of Esei's ears twitch to some errant sound.

You have emoted: Lief's ears twitch, as though straining to catch the last of Vatul's ephemeral song. Disappointed, she all but redoubles her own dancing, feet stomping air as she twirls about with Esei.

Her pointed ears twitching in curiousity, Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon says to Allixea, "Oh! How did you meet him, if I might ask?"

Uzriel has edged back towards the festivities now that the crowd has largely cleared away, offering Vatul a bow now that her song has died away. He offers a hand to she, "Lady Nightingale, may I?"

Allixea Ysav'rai says to Elexia, "In my youth I was a moondancer, and then a spiritsinger."

The bonfire flares suddenly, the flames burning into your sight. In the aftervision, you see the shape of a bright hart, antlers flickering.

Comprehension dawns on Elexia's face as she nods. "Ahh, I see! That makes sense, then," she chimes.

Esei tightens the circle between themself and you, attempting to keep up with the new pace. Dark eyes meet your own, tightening their grip as to not lose their partner.

Vatul's mouth curves a little, and bows her head, her small gift to the primal dance at an end. She returns to peaceably enjoying nature as she strolls forward, and yet as Uzriel approaches her, she accepts with a smile, "Of course, dear Geochemist." She accepts the noble viscanti's hand with ease, and then leans forward, confiding, "The waltz seems to be the more apt to fit this beat, I think for now."

Allixea Ysav'rai says to Elexia, "If you see your parents please tell them I say hello!"

Allixea gives a trillingly melodic laugh.

With a grin, Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon says to Allixea, "I shall definitely do so!"

Allixea ponders the situation.

The last vestiges of midnight shadows flee as Mother Night hides herself from the luminous arrival of her shining mate as he chases her across the bowl of the sky.

Uzriel inhales deeply from his mask before lifting it up over his head and removing it, taking Vatul's hand in his as the other comes to rest against the small of her back, there is a slight nod of agreement as he leads in a slower waltz that meanders around the campfire in its deliberate pacing.

You have emoted: The tightened grip on Lief's small, calloused hand draws a small wince from her features, one she quickly suppresses with a sharp breath in. Her fingers wiggle in the grasp, even as her wings sway and twirl, dipping her and bobbing her with the erratic grace a dragonfly mid-flight might possess.

Bright crescents of flame flash and flicker from the bonfire, occasionally tipped with hints of soft blue and moonlit silver.

Esei slackens their grasp, just enough to allow you more comfort. Even as the sun rises, the shadows continue to swirl around and around their ankles, never quite touching the skin. Their brow furrows slightly, adjusting their grip to carry your fingers.

Esei tells you, "Do you think you could trust me, just in this moment?"

Vatul gracefully follows his lead, gazing up at Uzriel with the faintest sign of affection in the gentlemen's countenance. Her other hand resides on his shoulder, as they twirl not quite like a top, but in a manner that denotes a practised air. She bends her visage, and murmurs sweetly into the chemist's unmasked ear, her lips curling in delight.

Allixea ponders the situation.

Allixea Ysav'rai says, "Would anyone be overly offended if I tried to walk around a bit?"

You have emoted: Lief breathes out softly, her rough fingers relaxing when the grip lightens. Her ears twitch, catching Allixea's voice, and she offers over Esei's shoulder, "Please feel free to wander the festival grounds! Binky and Duethielle are selling things to the north, and their friend east of them!"

Comprehension flashes across Allixea's face.

Allixea Ysav'rai says, "Time to explore!"

Allixea, riding Mishibi, the panther, dissolves into the pool of blood beneath her, which courses northward in a rolling torrent.
Following a scent, Mishibi leaves to the north.

You tell Visionary Esei of the Ascending Dusk, "I - thought I *was* trusting you by dancing with you!"

Elexia appears unsure how to answer the question, then nods gratefully at you explains. Her earlier vigour has now waned considerably, but she continues to provide the drumbeat for the event's remaining dancers as she now walks her way about the bonfire.

With expert precision, Jolanthe assembles an elongated bacon strip sky lantern from a pile of vellum laid before her.

Smoke rises in waves from the bonfire, partially obscuring the flames. With a soft breeze, the sharp, woody fragrance of the smoke washes over the clearing.

As Jolanthe releases an elongated bacon strip sky lantern into the air, it slowly floats upon the breeze, drifting upward.

A crackle heralds the emergence of a bacon-shaped lantern, its elongated form casting roasted hues of crimson and russet upon the surroundings as it ascends ever higher.

Esei flashes you a soft, wry smile, bringing your hand up to kiss the knuckles with Night-darkened lips, making deliberate eye contact with you as they do.

As an elongated bacon strip sky lantern drifts away, it grows smaller and smaller on the horizon until you see naught but a speck of light floating in the distance.

Esei tells you, "I want you to know; I would never break that trust. At least, not on purpose."

You have emoted: Lief makes an involuntary, delighted sound mid-dance, gaze turning skyward briefly to watch the bacon lantern fly before focusing on her dance with Esei anew.

Uzriel chuckles a little, an amused expression on his face before whispering back something, continuing the stately dance despite the more rural surroundings, a little more confidence in his step.

Jolanthe hums a happy tune.

Esei jerks slightly as the air fills with sparkling motes of bright light.
You sense Tylwyth pulling on the strands of aether surrounding Esei.

Esei blinks.

Esei inclines their head politely to Tylwyth.

Softly, Darach Tylwyth Nightshade says, "Here in peace etc."

Esei lowers the hand away from their lips, resuming the dance with ease.

A curious young kitten nuzzles up against Tylwyth, purring contentedly as he does so.

Glorious rays of morning light burst forth from Father Sun's crown as it peeks over the world's edge, announcing a bright and shining new dawn.

Elexia flashes Tylwyth a smile, albeit a weary one as she continues to beat her drum. "Welcome, welcome! Please, enjoy some fine food and dance," she calls out to him.

Argent moonlight pierces the blue glow of the Flame of dae'Seren upon Jolanthe, enshrouding her momentarily in a silver mantle.

Vatul motions for Uzriel to commit to twirling her about, just at arm's length. The motion is smooth, silouhetting both viscanti by the last vestiges of dawn. Returns to the gentlemen's embrace, and nods with a toss of her dark coiffed hair.

A radiant aura of blue light glows forth from the Glinshari Circle, signalling that the Flame of Glinshari shines with great strength.

Jolanthe picks up a platter of roasted root vegetables with wild herbs.

You have emoted: Lief likewise dips her antlered head toward Tylwyth before returning to the dance, her toes hopping in the air as she whirls with Esei.

Smoke rises in waves from the bonfire, partially obscuring the flames. With a soft breeze, the sharp, woody fragrance of the smoke washes over the clearing.

You tell Visionary Esei of the Ascending Dusk, "Perhaps not on purpose, Dusk, but I know too well that your goals and my own are different. Your blood and mine run differently."

Esei smiles sadly at you, sympathy shining in their eyes.

Esei jerks slightly as the air fills with sparkling motes of bright light.
You sense Feoragan pulling on the strands of aether surrounding Esei.

Squeaking ominously, Nascent Feoragan, Attendant to the Wyrd whispers to Esei, "Could I have the painting I gave to you?"

Esei nods their head at Feoragan.

Esei gives a painting of The Master Ravenwood Tree to Nascent Feoragan, Attendant to the Wyrd.

Feoragan thanks Esei profusely.

Stepping before the easel and canvas, Feoragan begins to paint with brush and palette in hand, frowning in concentration.

Esei slows their dance, beginning to break away from your beat. Before they step away entirely, they press another, briefer kiss to your hand, dark eyes oddly matte despite all the light.

Feoragan hugs a painting of The Master Ravenwood compassionately.

Esei tells you, "Perhaps, one day, I can show you the Wyrd properly."

A squirrel skitters through the treetops somewhere above.

Esei inclines their head politely to those around them.

Skeletal white blossoms flower along the flesh of Esei as their body splits apart into a blizzard of blackthorn petals that leave to the north.

Feoragan peers about herself unscrupulously.

Feoragan prepares to somersault to the north.

Uzriel smiles wryly as he pulls Vatul in closer after the twirl, whispering into her ear furtively like a pair of conspiring courtiers, lingering like this in the dance before bringing it to a close and offering a formal bow.

Crackles and snaps issue from the bonfire here as swirls of glowing motes rise into the air.

You have emoted: Lief softly exhales, drawing back nearer to the burning warmth of a fragrant, crackling bonfire. She gazes into its dancing flames and visions, momentary sadness tugging at her features before they pass.

Tylwyth swoops and tumbles through the air, his wings beating furiously in a spectacular display of aerial acrobatics.

The sun reaches the zenith of the firmament, pausing in his quest to allow the land to bask in his shining golden rays.

With furiously-beating wings and spectacular grace, Tylwyth swoops and tumbles through the air around Llani's head, his aerial acrobatics an impressive sight to be seen.

You have emoted: Lief stretches her arms high overhead, releasing some of her own weariness with a contented sigh.

With a faint smile, Warlady Kailanna n'Kylbar, Matriarch of Jackals says to you, "It seems a second successful outing in a row. A shame I missed the first, I imagine it must have been enjoyable as well."

With the last of the dancers leaving the area around the bonfire, Elexia allows herself to finally bring the drumming to an end. She does with several rapid beats before she returns the drums to their original sitting place. "That went perfectly," she murmurs quietly as she wipes her brow.

Her ears twitching, her wings drawing her closer, you say to Kailanna, "Oh, thank you! I do wish you'd been there for the first as well! We planted seeds around here," she gestures to the nearby area, "Everyone from all across the Basin of Life."

You see a deer wander through a clearing in the distance.

Millien arrives from the north.

You smile and say to Kailanna, "It was incredible. I can't imagine another Festival of Spring without a rite like that in the future - hopefully, when the time comes, you can attend that with us."

Millien hugs Jolanthe compassionately.

A flurry of blackthorn petals arrives from the north, thorny vines sprouting within the floral cloud and twining together to form the body of Esei.
Rakkan, the Crowned Jackal growls menacingly, his hackles raising as he catches a distasteful scent.

Laughing softly, Warlady Kailanna n'Kylbar, Matriarch of Jackals says to you, "Ah well, perhaps best that I avoided it then. I am not known for excelling at bringing life to small, fragile things."

Esei raises an eyebrow at Rakkan, the Crowned Jackal.

Vatul draws back from Uzriel and performs a prim curtsey, one hand coming before her face in the centre with the utmost formality. Yet her smile is dark, and shines up to Uzriel.

Jolanthe hugs Millien compassionately.

Esei inclines their head politely to Millien.

Softly, Darach Tylwyth Nightshade says, "Well I have things to attend, lovely dance everyone."

Tylwyth runs his fingers across the surface of the Fingerblade of dha'Wyrden-cree and takes a calming breath, preparing for the journey ahead.

You have emoted: Lief taps her freckled nose once. "The seeds were special, from the vaults of the Sowers," she explains to Kailanna. "You'd be hard-pressed to kill one of them."

Calling over, Lady Nightingale Vatul Feyranti, of the Danse Macabre says to Kailanna, "Well said, Warlady."

Kailanna gives a trillingly melodic laugh.

Elexia stretches, her sunset wings extending to their full length as her arms rise above her.

Warlady Kailanna n'Kylbar, Matriarch of Jackals says to you, "Oh, I am rather skilled at that, at least."

Thoughtfully, you say, "Though I suppose anything is possible."

Jolanthe Myeras says to you, "Been a long month for me - sorry I lacked the energy to join in."

Uzriel re-affixes his mask back into place, inhaling deeply from its tainted fumes.

Voice soft, but curious, Visionary Esei of the Ascending Dusk asks, "Seeds?"

You have emoted: Lief bows her antlered head toward Jolanthe, beaming. "Oh, it's okay, Jo. So long as you feel properly joyful and festive, that is all I could hope for."

Her wings still behind her, Elexia makes her way on bare feet to the tables of food and takes a seat. She begins to enjoy some of the leftover vegetables with a contented look. "Aye, from our Seed Vault," she chimes up in answer. "Especially preserved by the magics of the Last Seed."

Elexia picks up a platter of wine-braised chicken.

With a slow nod to Elexia, Esei shows their understanding.

Elexia quickly devours a platter of roasted root vegetables with wild herbs.

Millien scratches her head looking for an idea.

Jolanthe puts her nose over a platter of roasted root vegetables with wild herbs and inhales.

The cold voice of Allixea sends chills down your spine, "Would you be offended if I went to the Spiritsinger guildhall?"

Lady Nightingale Vatul Feyranti, of the Danse Macabre says to you, "I think my escort and I shall take a turn out to see your festival wares. The music was lovely, as always."

Jolanthe quickly devours a platter of roasted root vegetables with wild herbs.

The cold voice of Allixea sends chills down your spine, "I don't want to wander too far and risk offending anyone."

Tsakali tells you, "Mind if I return for a bit?"

You tell Allixea Ysav'rai, "Oh! As you're an enemy, the guards might do you harm."

You tell Tsakali, Pilgrim of Bodhi, "Oh, you are more than welcome to return!"

You tell Tsakali, Pilgrim of Bodhi, "The dancing is winding down a bit, but there's still much socializing and shopping to be done if you like. Or you're welcome to pick up a drum again!"

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

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

The cold voice of Allixea sends chills down your spine, "That is true I suppose."

Uzriel offers Vatul his arm before inclining his head towards the Serenwilders he recognizes then suddenly as a thought occurs to him he inquires, "Ahh before we go check, is there an official closing ceremony to the event?

Continuing the hunt for his dark mate, Father Sun presses forward in his journey, lowering himself in the sky yet still casting even, full light upon the land.

Tsakali tells you, "Is Feoragan still there?"

Argent moonlight pierces the blue glow of the Flame of dae'Seren upon you, enshrouding you momentarily in a silver mantle.

Brightening, you say, "Oh, no! You may come and go as you please." She gestures northward. "If you'd like to enjoy some shopping before departing, Binky, Duethielle, and Miaei are all selling wares!"

You tell Tsakali, Pilgrim of Bodhi, "It looks as though he is. Has he been causing trouble?"

Elexia nods her head enthusiastically.

You tell Tsakali, Pilgrim of Bodhi, "He's north, in the market, not by the bonfire if that makes a difference?"

Tsakali tells you, "Just from earlier. The Liar thought they would come back for a bit but I don't want Feoragan to cause any more trouble."

Showing that they understands, Esei nods their head slowly.

Skeletal white blossoms flower along the flesh of Esei as their body splits apart into a blizzard of blackthorn petals that leave to the north.

A flurry of blackthorn petals arrives from the north, thorny vines sprouting within the floral cloud and twining together to form the body of Esei.
Rakkan, the Crowned Jackal growls menacingly, his hackles raising as he catches a distasteful scent.

Esei stares implacably at Rakkan, the Crowned Jackal.

You ask Esei, "If the Liar were to return, can you help ensure Feoragan will keep his hands and words to himself?"

Bright crescents of flame flash and flicker from the bonfire, occasionally tipped with hints of soft blue and moonlit silver.

Words carrying a heavy Zoaka influence, Marquis Xis says, "He is coming."

You flash Xis a joyous smile.

Visionary Esei of the Ascending Dusk says to you, "I can always pull rank."

Rakkan, the Crowned Jackal glances back to Esei disdainfully before turning away with a huff.

Esei shrugs innocently.

Jolanthe tilts her head curiously.

You have emoted: Lief offers Esei a small, grateful smile.

Elexia takes a cluster of roasted herbs in her hand from a nearby platter as she begins to walk about the bonfire area. Her eyes search the ground as if looking for something. After giving the entire area this sweeping gaze, she nods with apparent satisfaction.

Politely, Marquis Xis says to Esei, in Dracnari, "I'll take his head from his shoulders if needed. Regardless of festivities. Don't let me ruin a good time."

Xis gives the world a thumbs up.

Visionary Esei of the Ascending Dusk says to Xis, in Dracnari, "Should I not do it first, you may feel free."

Millien scratches her head looking for an idea.

A look of sweetest innocence overtakes Esei, as they smiles at Xis.

Xis waggles their eyebrows comically.

You have emoted: Lief's brow furrows as she tries to follow Esei's and Xis's aside.

Tsakali arrives from the north.

Tsakali nods their head emphatically.

Enclosed clearing.
There is a moderate breeze here. A pair of fallen trees form a makeshift but sturdy bench here. Resting upon the stones here is a massive, crackling bonfire from which a wild fragrance rises. Reaching up as high as the eye can see looms the awesome presence of a living totem. There are 4 platters of roasted root vegetables with wild herbs here. There are 5 platters of edible blossoms and forest fruit drizzled with honeyed sap here. There are 8 platters of wine-braised chicken here. There are 3 burning magnolia macaron cookies here. There are 6 piping hot chicken and mushroom soups here. There are 6 platters of smiling bees here. There are 12 iridescent peacock cookies here. Rakkan, the Crowned Jackal sits here, watching disdainfully. A copper easel covered in coiling curlicues has been set up here. Marquis Xis is here. They wield a swift platinum klangaxe with both hands. Geochemist Uzriel i'Xiia hovers in midair, borne upon a bank of sickly, coiling black smog. There is a burning illusory eye floating darkly over him. He wields a magnum blastworks in his left hand. Busy Bee Llani Myeras, Springtime Portent sits here upon a bench of fallen trees. She wields a wooden palette shield resounding with colourful corruption in her left hand and a mystic cudgel in her right hand. Jolanthe Myeras sits here upon a bench of fallen trees. She wields a powerplex jewel in her left hand and a floral parasol of pink and lavender silks in her right hand. Kailanna is here, smiling faintly at you. Visionary Esei of the Ascending Dusk floats here, suffusing the air with the sickly-sweet scent of blackthorn blossoms. They wield an athame dagger in their left hand. A somnolent-hued nightingale perches here, its fine-feathered breast arched in preparation for an enchanting litany. Tsakali, Pilgrim of Bodhi is here. They wield Gauntlets of Whispers in their left hand and a great shield embossed with dancing dracnari in their right hand. Millien Myeras is here. Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon stands here, flanked by an indistinct entourage of ancestral spirits.
You see exits leading north, east, and south.

Esei inclines their head politely to Tsakali.

Tsakali inclines their head politely to those around them.

The Liar quickly moves to Vatul's side, squeezing her tight in a massive bearhug for several seconds.
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Tsakali gives a pained sigh.

Llani gets up off a bench of fallen trees.

Tsakali murmurs softly to themself.

Kailanna raises an eyebrow questioningly.

You tell Nascent Feoragan, Attendant to the Wyrd, "Will you please unname Vatul an enemy for the duration of the festival?"

Jolanthe nods her head emphatically.

Esei ponders the situation.

Jolanthe gets up off a bench of fallen trees.

Feoragan tells you, "I don't have Vatul as an enemy."

Llani leaves, following Jolanthe Myeras.
Jolanthe leaves to the north, emanating an aura of immense power.

You purse your lips pensively, gazing off into the distance as you carefully gather your thoughts.

Feoragan peers about herself unscrupulously.

Tsakali frowns at Feoragan.

Esei raises an eyebrow at Feoragan.

Squeaking ominously, Nascent Feoragan, Attendant to the Wyrd whispers, "Not on my list."

Squeaking ominously, Nascent Feoragan, Attendant to the Wyrd whispers, "Commune enemy."

Squeaking ominously, Nascent Feoragan, Attendant to the Wyrd whispers, "I'll try... Ally..."

Tsakali, Pilgrim of Bodhi says, "I'm sorry, it's been a long month."

You smile softly at Tsakali.

Squeaking ominously, Nascent Feoragan, Attendant to the Wyrd whispers, "There you go."

Squeaking ominously, Nascent Feoragan, Attendant to the Wyrd whispers, "Sorry."

Squeaking ominously, Nascent Feoragan, Attendant to the Wyrd whispers, "That might help."

You have emoted: Lief inclines her antlered head toward Feoragan.

Feoragan prepares to somersault to the north.

Tsakali jerks slightly as the air fills with sparkling motes of bright light.
You sense Ixchilgal pulling on the strands of aether surrounding Tsakali.

Tsakali, Pilgrim of Bodhi says, "I think an apology to the Liar and the Shofet Mysrai might work better."

The bonfire flares suddenly, the flames burning into your sight. In the aftervision, you see the shape of a bright hart, antlers flickering.

Shadows grow longer in anticipation for the return of their dark mistress as Father Sun's chase brings him closer to the world's edge.

A flurry of blackthorn petals arrives from the north, thorny vines sprouting within the floral cloud and twining together to form the body of Esei.
Rakkan, the Crowned Jackal growls menacingly, his hackles raising as he catches a distasteful scent.

With a satisfied, if weary, smile, Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon says to you, "This went most wonderfully, I was so glad to see everything coalesce like it has."

Ixchilgal doffs an elemental crown to you.

You have emoted: Lief bows her antlered head toward Ixchilgal, beaming.

Tsakali tells you, "At some point in the future, once the Liar has settled down, I wonder that we might beseech a tour of your forest."

You say to Elexia, "Oh, goodness! It was absolutely wonderful, wasn't it?"

You tell Tsakali, Pilgrim of Bodhi, "It would be a delight!"

Elexia nods to you in eager response.

You have emoted: Lief wings lazily about the gathering, covering her mouth, suppressing what suspiciously seems to be a yawn.

Esei tells you, "I may have a question for you, Phrase. It may be somewhat... personal, though not exceedingly."

The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across Kailanna's lips.

Millien scratches her head looking for an idea.

(Serenwilde): You say, "What a wonderful celebration this has been. Thank you to everyone who came and joined in the festivities!"

Warlady Kailanna n'Kylbar, Matriarch of Jackals says, "On that note, I believe I shall make my exit as well. I thank you again for the invitation, it was a fine gathering."

Esei tilts their head curiously at Millien.

The bright, bell-like voice of Elexia rings in your ear, "I did a brief scan about the area, it appears to be clean. No debris that would tarnish the soil, and no... grubs."

In a slightly glum tone, Millien Myeras says, "Th' one with the hoses is gone..Finally."

Millien scratches her head looking for an idea.

(Serenwilde): Jolanthe says, "It was a lovely time all around!"

(Serenwilde): You say, "I am happy to allow those who'd like to still remain. Just remind everyone to keep the peace, and they are welcome on festival grounds."

Esei creases their brow in a frown.

Visionary Esei of the Ascending Dusk asks, "Hoses...?"

Kailanna gives a trillingly melodic laugh.

The bright, bell-like voice of Elexia rings in your ear, "Yes, no grubs..." You hear a slight waver in your sister's voice. "Ahem, anyways! I am so glad it went well.""

You tell Visionary Esei of the Ascending Dusk, "Oh?"

As the sun passes below the horizon's edge, Mother Night unveils her terrible, shadowy beauty, spreading darkness across the land.

You tell Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon, "...grubs...everywhere...goodness, I agree."

Warlady Kailanna n'Kylbar, Matriarch of Jackals says, "The Geochemist, I believe."

With a grateful bow of her head, Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon says to Kailanna, "Thank you for coming, Warlady."

Esei tells you, "None of my own Forest have... come to you, asking about... marriage prospects?"

Comprehension flashes across Esei's face.

Brightening again despite her obvious weariness, you say to Kailanna, "Thank you so much for joining us, Warlady."

Ixchilgal gives Millien a horrified gasp.

Unscarred Ixchilgal Mes'ard says, "Another moondancer! Huzzah!"

With a low curtsey, Warlady Kailanna n'Kylbar, Matriarch of Jackals says, "It was my pleasure. Good evening, all."

Kailanna inserts the Iron Key to the Infernal Machine into the air and turns. The sound of grinding gears and squealing wheels reverberates through the air, as an enormous iron doorway materializes around the key. Black oily smoke leaks out of the doorway as Kailanna opens it and steps through.
Rakkan, the Crowned Jackal stalks out to the ether, pointed muzzle raised haughtily.

You tell Visionary Esei of the Ascending Dusk, "Oh, no! None at all. I'm not the marrying sort, really!"

Xis jerks slightly as the air fills with sparkling motes of bright light.
You sense Malarious pulling on the strands of aether surrounding Xis.

Xis's mouth turns up as their face breaks into a smile.

You have emoted: Lief peers northward, and adds aloud, "I'm going to go bid farewell to everyone to the north as well."

Elexia nods her head at you.

Millien scratches her head looking for an idea.

Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon says, "Go well, sister!"

With a flourish of his arm, Malarious bows deeply.

Gesturing to Malarious, Xis points northwards.

You say, "Enjoy the rest of the festivities and festival grounds, everyone. There's still some food and drink to be had, and shopping to the north as well!"

You have emoted: With that, Lief flits off to the north.

Xis leaves, following Fantastic Singer Kalas Malarious, Doomsayer.

Hidden glade market.
Thick dreamy cotton clouds are spread across the firmament. 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. An oak sapling clings tenaciously to the ground here. Hackles risen, a fierce timberwolf prowls about here. Reaching up as high as the eye can see looms the awesome presence of a living totem. Binky Tailsnap stands here, his soft nose and whiskers lifted thoughtfully. Her olive skin glowing with beauty, Duethielle Landrennbenn sings to herself. A slender leothin sits here motionless, brightening its surroundings with its natural golden bio-luminescence. Surrounded by motes of blue light, a dark amethyst edged blue kirin with two spiralling silver horns displays a wispy silver mane. Proselyte Skarde Ysav'rai, the Wyrdfell Claw is barely visible, his form blending almost seamlessly with his surroundings. Geochemist Uzriel i'Xiia hovers in midair, borne upon a bank of sickly, coiling black smog. There is a burning illusory eye floating darkly over him. He wields a magnum blastworks in his left hand. Marquis Xis is here. They wield a swift platinum klangaxe with both hands. Gurashi is here, pondering thoughtfully. He wields a spectral measuring cup in his left hand and a whimsical copper spatula in his right hand. Nascent Feoragan, Attendant to the Wyrd with a Pilgrim face is here, shrouded. She wields a tamboori lyre awash in mesmerising sunset vermeil and saffron in her left hand. A somnolent-hued nightingale perches here, its fine-feathered breast arched in preparation for an enchanting litany. The regal form of a Lady of Moonlight stands here, gleaming streamers of white fabric surrounding the graceful figure.
You see exits leading east, south, and west.

Esei tells you, "That's good, hopefully. For some strange reason, certain parties have... well, *encouraged* me to. Well. Propose to you. I frankly could not tell you why, but they seem to think we're a good match."

Gurashi turns his gaze towards the south, stooping down to gather the drum he'd set aside, carefully brushing it off.

Tsakali tells you, "Thank you again."

Faintly buzzing, Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe says to you, "Oh - was just coming to find..."

Elexia enters from the south, trailing a silver entourage of somber, spectral ancestors.

Feoragan breaks apart a piece of coal and plucks a thick shard from the rubble. With a careful eye she ponders Duethielle Ladrennbenn for a moment before making deft sketches upon a thin sheet. Looking up from her work she glances at her model and nods in satisfaction.

A torrent of bright blood rushes in from the west, rising and congealing together to form Allixea.

Allixea dissolves into the pool of blood beneath her, which courses eastward in a rolling torrent.

Skarde waves and says "Goodbye!"

You have emoted: Lief wings a merry, weary circle about the gathering. "Thank you, everyone, for joining us," she beams.

The winds murmur and stir as Skarde tilts his head as if hearing an unseen voice.

Elexia waves energetically.

Gurashi smiles softly at you.

Elexia gets some gold sovereigns from a silken butterfly satchel.

Feoragan breaks apart a piece of coal and plucks out a thick chunk. With a careful eye she ponders you for a moment before proceeding to make deft marks upon a thin sheet. Giving you a quick glance, Feoragan nods her head in satisfaction and shakes the coal dust from her completed sketch.

Feoragan romps playfully about the room.

Elexia buys a blossoming wine bottle.

Faintly buzzing, Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe asks you, "Party is ending?"

Lady Nightingale Vatul Feyranti, of the Danse Macabre says to you, "You must find solace in your success."

Xis leaves, following Fantastic Singer Kalas Malarious, Doomsayer.

Feoragan breaks apart a piece of coal and plucks a thick shard from the rubble. With a careful eye she ponders Duethielle Ladrennbenn for a moment before making deft sketches upon a thin sheet. Looking up from her work she glances at her model and nods in satisfaction.

You laughingly say to Gurashi, "You are all welcome to stay for as long as you'd like, but I myself must take my rest."

Xis arrives, following Fantastic Singer Kalas Malarious, Doomsayer.

Showing that he understands, Gurashi nods his head slowly.

Feoragan searches the air in front of her, then tugs upon an invisible strand of force.

Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon says to you, "You have more than earned it, sister. Thank you, for everything."

Faintly buzzing, Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe says to you, "Well ... many thank yous - really, should probably also get some rest, but wanted to make sure got drum back."

The dark blue of twilight spreads like inky water across your surroundings, slowing time wherever the colour touches. The summer-splashed features of Mother Night rises high in the skies in a brief mirage as an Immaculate Timequake manifests.

Xis searches the air in front of them, then tugs upon an invisible strand of force.

Malarious runs his fingers across the surface of the Golden Belt of the Enlightened and takes a calming breath, preparing for the journey ahead.

Elexia clasps her hands in front of her and bows deeply to you in a sign of genuine respect. "May the Spirits watch your rest, Awanydd," she says.

Gurashi awkwardly holds up the drum, then lowers it once more, shrugging.

You have emoted: Lief bows her antlered head low, then raises her head, laughter finding its way to her lips. "Perhaps that's a natural end to the party!"

Gurashi beams broadly at you.

Millien hugs you compassionately.

Across the heavens, the stars and moon challenge night's dark reign, revealing familiar constellations that tell the tales of myth and legend.

You have emoted: Lief beams at Gurashi, winging a circle about him. "You may keep it," she offers, "or you can set it aside. I'll clean up when I return."

You hug Millien compassionately.

Bizirik, the leothin finally turns its attention away from the elfen, standing and stretching, plodding over towards the newcomers. It snuffles in your direction, tilting up its head.

Vatul inclines her head politely to those around her.

Esei pets Bizirik, the leothin ingratiatingly.
Bizirik, the leothin stares blankly at Esei. After a moment its tail lifts once then thumps back against the ground with potential delight.

You say to Binky Tailsnap, "Thank you, and everyone, so very much for all of your hard work during this festival too, Binky."

Duethielle Ladrennbenn hums, her eyes lifted to the moonless skies.

Voice muffled by his mask, Geochemist Uzriel i'Xiia says, "Excuse us, duty calls."

Gurashi nods his head emphatically.

The air is filled with the soft whisper of antlered leaves as the Mother Moonhart casts a silvery radiance before your vision, her foliage echoing Serenwilde's song of nature unblemished across the First World.

Binky Tailsnap beams broadly.

A torrent of bright blood rushes in from the east, rising and congealing together to form Allixea.

With a flourish of his arm, Uzriel bows deeply.

Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon says to you, "I could clean up for you, sister, but did you have a plan for the excess food? A place I should store it?"

Binky Tailsnap exclaims to Gurashi, "Thank you for chocolate!"

Faintly buzzing, Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe says to you, "Many thank yous for having. Was fun."

Elexia tilts her head and listens intently to you.

Gurashi smiles softly at Binky Tailsnap.
Binky Tailsnap clasps his tiny hands together.

Faintly buzzing, Exemplar of the Tah'vrai, Gurashi An'Ryshe says to Binky Tailsnap, "Am glad could get to enjoy!"

You look about yourself, rubbing your chin thoughtfully.

You say to Elexia, "We could lay whatever is left over by the Moonhart Mother Tree."

Comprehension flashes across Elexia's face.

Elexia nods her head affirmatively.

Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon smiles and says, "Consider it done, Awanydd."

An owl hoots off in the distance.

Elexia leaves to the south, bringing with her a silver entourage of spectral ancestors.

You clap your hands together merrily.

Esei stares blankly into space.

Gurashi looks between Binky Tailsnap, then Duethielle Ladrennbenn, still smiling softly. "If ever are out and about and wanting more chocolates ... can always give holler." He offers sheepishly.

Esei spreads their arms wide, and the air between their hands begins to warp and twist, dancing with brilliant multicoloured light as they bores a hole through the fabric of the planes.

You have emoted: Lief bows her antlered head, then waves once more. "Blessed and merry springtide, one and all!" she beams.

You grow still and begin to pray silently for preservation of your soul while you are out of the land.