A Birthday Favor

The Fulcrux of Mysrai.
The walls of this rounded chamber are dimly illuminated by burning coals within a copper bowl at the centre, but remain no more distinct than any of the shadowy carvings upon their surface. At times, the walls seem as though they are mere veils between open air and the fire-illumined ring: at others, they are whirling sand or solid stone. Despite this, figures in various races shift and change, gone in seconds or less, with the only constant remaining the pinpricks of alien constellations within. The ceiling is a canopy of silk, or veils, or shifting realities, with loose poppy blossoms floating amidst it, or upon it, in tears of white and red and indigo. Oilslick patterns ripple across the silken folds of this veil as it flutters between two paradigms. Veils of reality bounded by skeins of ivory and blood-hued blossoms twist and shiver above a poppy-inlaid vessel filled with burning coals. A vicious, ghostly white crow flies here with midnight wings spread.
You see a single exit leading through a fluttering veil.

You have emoted: Cheliyi shuffles her roots, glancing around the fulcrux quietly.

You think to yourself: **hesitance, a hint of red in a sea of green** I do not like fire, no. But... I will stay here, yes, to say my message. I hope They will listen...

You have emoted: Cheliyi steps off a vicious, ghostly white crow, watching the bowl of coals warily. As nothing actually happens, she just sighs, and kneels in front of the master shrine of Mysrai. She rummages through her pack and sets down a bowl of sorbet, and smiles weakly up at Their shrine.

You drop a bowl of twilight delight sorbet.
The shadow of an enormous wing sweeps over the fulcrux, passing over a bowl of twilight delight sorbet and causing it to vanish from sight.

You think to yourself: I hope They like cold food, yes. It is very hot where They are.

Kneeling humbly, you press your palms together before you and close your eyes momentarily as you pray devoutly to Mysrai, the Thief of Hidden Apogees, "Dear Mixter My Sir Eye, also Lord Shofets, and Person who my dad loves very muchly, hello. My name is Cheliyi, and Gurashi is my dad. I... I want to ask You a favor, Lord Shofets. My dad is so goodly, and loves so much. They love so much that they left home, so that they could keep loving You, yes yes. I am not upset with them for that, and I want them to be happy. You make them very happy! My commune members... they have not all been so nicely to my dad. They are hurting, because they do not understand my dad, and that they can love so many people! And because they are not nicely, Dad cannot come home. Dad is hurting so, so much, and I just want him to not hurt as much. They have cried so much lately, and even when they smile, I know that they are sad. It is my birthday month this month, and so I was hoping... could You make my wish come true, Lord Shofets? Please make my dad happy. Please be nicely to them. Even if just for a little bit? Thank You very muchly for listening, even if I am not one of Yours. Many thanks.".

You stand up and stretch your arms out wide.

You have emoted: Cheliyi pats Murkrow gently, and stares in silence at the room for a while longer.

You think to yourself: ... Will They listen? I hope so.

Cautiously, you bow respectfully to the master shrine of Mysrai, only to sway dizzily once you stand upright.
You easily vault onto the back of a vicious, ghostly white crow.

With a whisper of energies and a glimpse of changing paradigms, the veil parts, allowing you passage beyond.