RSVP: Lady Sculptor of Waves

Bright coastline along the Inner Sea.
Superimposed over this location, an ethereal forest reaches up to the sky. One or two light fluffy clouds drift lazily through the sky. Birds splash about in the water and rest in groups along the sands, scattering at any sudden movement with indignant caws. Sitting at the edge of the water, little fish can be seen swimming near the shallows, silvery lines in the water. A conch shell seems to be moving about on its own, until crabby legs reveal the crustacean hermit residing within it. Completely motionless, a slender leothin intently surveys its surroundings.
You see exits leading north, northeast, south, and northwest.

You flop down onto the ground.

You hum a happy tune.

Eyestalks twisting about curiously, a scuttling crab arrives from the north.

You pet a scuttling crab ingratiatingly.

Faintly buzzing, you say to a scuttling crab, "Hello again."

The sound of crashing waves fills your ears, the scent of salt lingering in the air.

You pet a scuttling crab ingratiatingly.

The voice rises up from the waters around you, mingling with the rhythm of the waves, "This place was a delight to carve. I am glad it is still enjoyed."

You blink.

You have emoted: Gurashi's antennae raise curiously, turning his head to look this way and that. He pauses, then reaches out towards the nearby conch, lifting it to his head.

You blink.

You have emoted: Gurashi pulls the shell away from his head, peering at the confused, reclusive crustacean inside before gently setting it back down and looking back towards the sea.

Gently, you say, "...outside of Glomdoring, is my favorite."

You pet a scuttling crab ingratiatingly.

You tilt your head curiously.

You peer at a scuttling crab unscrupulously.

Whispering, you say to a scuttling crab, "....hello."

A wave rushes up the beach, lapping teasingly at the crab and you both. "What draws you here?" The voice asks, curious.

Snapping its left pincer, a scuttling crab exits to the northwest.

You have emoted: Gurashi scoots the tiniest bit back to avoid getting wet, watching as his new skittering friend clammers off to some other part of the beach. "...makes feel very, small." He watches the crab skitter back over, mandibles clicking as he reaches out to poke it, avoiding the pinchers.

Faintly buzzing, you say, "But, in good way. Not like other places."

A scuttling crab pinches you with a large claw.

A scuttling crab snaps at you with a pinching claw.

"It was made for small things." The voice muses, seemingly unphased by the sudden provocation of the crab. "A place to keep safe and display the treasures of a friend."

You play a minor third on a wooden lute engraved with spiders and direct the soothing notes towards a scuttling crab.
A scuttling crab shakes his head, ignoring the soothing tone.

A scuttling crab solidly thwacks you with a large claw.

Faintly buzzing, you say to a scuttling crab, "Ow. Excuse you."

"Shoo! Shoo!" you say to a scuttling crab as you wave him away.

A scuttling crab solidly thwacks you with a large claw.

Snapping its left pincer, a scuttling crab exits to the north.


You have emoted: Gurashi watches the crab depart with a curious expression, brushing himself off and checking on the state of his now very pinched cloak fringe.

Smoothing out the fabric, you say, "Well. Am a big fan."

You have emoted: Gurashi looks back towards the sea, lolling his head to the side. "Also, is -spectacular- at sunsets."

Suddenly lolling his head back, looking for the source, you ask, "Am Gurashi - Who am speaking to?"

An ocean breeze ushers in a flurry of seafoam, from which rises Carakhan, Sculptor of Waves.

LOOK
Bright coastline along the Inner Sea.
Superimposed over this location, an ethereal forest reaches up to the sky. One or two light fluffy clouds drift lazily through the sky. Birds splash about in the water and rest in groups along the sands, scattering at any sudden movement with indignant caws. Sitting at the edge of the water, little fish can be seen swimming near the shallows, silvery lines in the water. A conch shell seems to be moving about on its own, until crabby legs reveal the crustacean hermit residing within it. Completely motionless, a slender leothin intently surveys its surroundings. Carakhan, Sculptor of Waves floats here, her lower half submerged within a churning sphere of water. She wields a golden trident in Her right hand.
You see exits leading north, northeast, south, and northwest.

You blink.

LOOK CARAKHAN
She is a radiant immortal, washed in the colours of the sea. The shades of Her skin shift from glistening seafoam to dappled teal to the matte brown-green of a turtle's shell, the ebb and flow of the variegated hues drifting in gradual waves over the upper half of Her body. Her gently rounded face gives an impression of friendly openness, but Her appraising eyes, the white-capped blue of stormy waters, study Her surroundings with an intensity that belies the softness of Her visage. The Goddess's lower half is encased in a churning sphere of sea water. Aquamarine scales glimmer beneath the foaming waves as Her tail curves within the sphere, tapering into a striated triangular fin cushioned a few inches above the ground.
Her tight curls of kelp coloured hair have been tamed into a loose bun, then ripple down Her back. Where wet, the curls transform from their dark tones into vibrant sea-hues of coral pink and brilliant emerald.
She is wearing:
a twinkling star suspended in water occasionally hidden within the churning of Her sphere,
undulating armour of oceanic majesty coating Her upper body in rippling scales,
a bejewelled mantle of turquoise fabrics draped loosely across Her shoulders,
a mistglass cuff of the wrathful seas protecting Her upper left arm,
a thalassic crown of seaglass and pearls creating a corona of sea-glass spires about Her head.

Carakhan, Sculptor of Waves says, "Me. You -did- invite Me, yes?"

You have emoted: Gurashi scootches forward in his spot, then rises quickly to his feet, offering a fumbling half-bow.

Seeming delighted as he rises, you exclaim to Carakhan, "Uh-uhm, yes!"

Rambling nervously, you ask Carakhan, "Lady of Roses ... did not request specifically, b-but, Tridemon speaks so -highly- of, and so why -not-?"

Bizirik, the leothin's tail begins to sweep back and forth excitedly as it begins to approach Carakhan, thrumming and trilling in soft, watery tones.

The wisps of condensation in the sky spread slightly as a few light clouds develop.

The piercing call of gulls fills the air.

Eyestalks twisting about curiously, a scuttling crab arrives from the northeast.

A scuttling crab snaps at you with a pinching claw.

You stare implacably at a scuttling crab.

Faintly buzzing, you ask a scuttling crab, "Why...?"

You play a minor third on a wooden lute engraved with spiders and direct the soothing notes towards a scuttling crab.
A scuttling crab shakes his head, ignoring the soothing tone.

You crease your brow in a frown.

A scuttling crab pinches you with a large claw.

You have emoted: Gurashi returns to focusing on Carakhan, doing his best to ignore the angry crustacean at his feet.

A scuttling crab solidly thwacks you with a large claw.

Carakhan makes a tsking noise, and bends over, scooping up the crab and depositing it gently into the ocean.

Faintly buzzing, you say to Carakhan, "...m-many thank yous."

You cough softly.

Bizirik, the leothin trails after the crab a bit, stopping when the water reaches its chest.

With a fond smile, Carakhan, Sculptor of Waves says to you, "My friend's treasures were not universally beloved."

You blink.

You have emoted: Gurashi lets out a sudden chittering laugh.

Mandibles clicking as he tilts his head, you ask Carakhan, "Who is Your friend?"

Carakhan looks down at you for a long moment. "Was." She says, and shakes Her head. There is another beat of silence, and the waves upon the beach seem to crash more loudly, before She returns to the previous topic "There are reasons why not."

Carakhan's lips quirk upwards in sudden amusement "Though perhaps fewer, as the, ah, Lady of Roses, did not request specifically."

You have emoted: Gurashi's hopeful expression diminishes only slightly. "Oh," He chitters softly, "d-does that mean are not coming...?"

Faintly buzzing, you ask Carakhan, "Are Divine of our -friends- and -allies-, why would not invite?"

Counting on his fingers as he speaks, you ask, "The festival committee said could invite 'all friends, allies, and non-enemies'... that has to include Divines, too?"

Bizirik, the leothin chirps happily at Carakhan.

You bounce up and down.

Carakhan looks down at you for another long moment, the smile fading from Her expression, replaced with what might be sorrow. "And yet, I will regretfully decline your charming invitation." She says quietly. "You will have excitement enough, I think, with My adding to it." She tilts Her head to one side. "But perhaps I will send a representative in My side. One who is not an enemy."

You have emoted: Gurashi's antennae droop a little bit, and he offers a heaving sigh, but nods his head. "Am understanding," He laments, still watching Carakhan with rapt attention.

Faintly buzzing, you say to Carakhan, "Are not only Persons - er, Divines - who are doing that."

You have emoted: Gurashi smiles weakly.

You think to yourself: ...don't offer the co--.

Timidly offering a seal-shaped cookie, you ask Carakhan, "Ehm ... would, like one?"

Carakhan reaches out Her hand for the cookie. "Thank you." She says gravely. "Though I imagine that this one does not spit lightning?"

You give a little seal cookie to Carakhan, Sculptor of Waves.

You boggle at Carakhan.

You have emoted: Gurashi lifts his gaze in confusion, then lets out a high-pitched cicada sound, covering his mouth. "Fassa."

Leaning over to point out the various details on the cookie, you say to Carakhan, "Is based on -my- seal friend, Miss Thisbe."

Her gaze drifting to Bizirik, Carakhan, Sculptor of Waves says, "It seems you draw much inspiration for your art from your friends. It is well."

Bizirik, the leothin's tongue slorps out, lashing about the length of its snout before slithering back inside its mouth. It never breaks eye contact with Carakhan.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks over towards the leothin, grinning and buzzing. "How could not? Are inspiring peoples."

Curiously, you ask Carakhan, "Who... would like to send in Your stead?"

Bizirik, the leothin shakes out its body thoroughly, pawing playfully at the sand.

In non-answer, Carakhan, Sculptor of Waves says to you, "She draws inspiration from her friends as well."

Carakhan's sphere splits into two large waves, which rise and crash above the Goddess's head with a thunderous clap. When the water and mist dissipate, She is gone.

You blink.

You have emoted: Gurashi turns to look about himself, confused.

To nothing in particular, you exclaim, "U-uhhh... many, thank yous! Have a nice day!"

Carakhan, Sculptor of Waves has bestowed Her divine truefavour upon you. It will last for 1 month.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel, "Lady Carakhan is not attending party either."

LOOK ME
He is a compound-eyed kephera wyrden demigod. He looks imposing at first glance, standing nearly two meters high with a black chitinous exoskeleton and broad blood-orange thorax. His bulbous red eyes sit on either side of his wedge-shaped head, and a small pair of stunted antennae protrude from atop his skull, looking broken. Where his mouth would be sits a small pair of jagged mandibles. Two sets of spiny orange arms are affixed to his torso, the top set of which are long and thewy while the second are spindly and pulled close to his chest. A long abdomen hangs down to his knees and is angled away from his back, ribbed in full black bands with small orange flecks throughout. Evidence of conflict mar his once shiny carapace, with the occasional crack and abrasion clearly visible. His legs are long and covered in thick orange plates with tiny black spines tracing down the back of his calves, ending in small segmented dual-toed feet. Set on either side of his lower back are two delicate orbs that whistle and click as he breathes. Two pairs of veiny, translucent wings looking far too small for his body size hang stiffly from his back. Despite initially appearing intimidating, his demeanor is subdued, the smaller set of hands laced together tightly. Tattooed on his hands is an illustration of a bumblebee constellation. A scarlet hieroglyph rests in the centre of his forehead, flickering with occasional tongues of lightning to show the highfavour of Mysrai, the Shofet of Abyssal Scales. A lush fragrance dances about him as he stands awash in the wild, prismatic colours of a favour from Maylea, Bloom of Serenity. A shifting pearlescence graces his skin as he walks with the truefavour of Carakhan, Sculptor of Waves.

You peer at a scuttling crab unscrupulously.

You pat a scuttling crab in a friendly manner.