"Y-YOU ARE ... A BUG."

**Gurashi, having sort of a sad day because of something that was said. So he was bein' a people for a little while. Then, Tridemon said, "you should come over", and so...**

You portal to Celestial Leviathan.
Heart of the Celestial Leviathan.
This location is flooded with shallow, crystal clear water. There is a dent in the wall here. In the shape of an open palm, a metallic sigil lies here. Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters lingers nearby, the air about him singing with the rush of the ocean. He wields a dazzling white staff crowned by a platinum pearl in his left hand. You see a sign here instructing you to use the PORTAL command to enter the aetherplex system.
You see exits leading north, east, south, west, up, and out (closed door).

You tilt your head curiously.

LOOK TRIDEMON
He is a compound-eyed kephera tidebourne demigod and his body is a strange combination of colours. Most of his body is covered in a series of chitinous plates, shimmering with violet-blue iridescence as the light hits him at different angles. In the gaps between the plates, the colouration becomes bright white, standing in start contrast to the deeper colour of most of his carapace. Standing at just under seven feet tall, his right shoulder supports the usual set of kepheran limbs, but his left shoulder and arm are decidedly different. Hundreds of shards of sea-shaded crystals have been embedded in his carapace, making his left arm look much more robust, if irregular, than the right arms, culminating in fingertips which have sharp shards of bright green crystal extending out well past the ends of the digits, as if they were gemstone claws. In addition, his lower left arm appears to be completely missing, with the gap in his carapace filled in with more of those sea green and blue crystals. Along his back is more evidence of some sort of trauma, with a half a set of folded insectoid wings with bright violet veins along the right side of his back, but with the left side completely missing, save for a jagged spike of shimmering blue and green crystal where the wing should have emerged from his carapace. His head is triangular and somewhat narrow, with the top of his head- a deeper violet-blue than the rest of his carapace- culminating in a pair of antennae, one of which is the same colour as his head and in two segments, while the other is in three segments in three colours. The top segment is an amber colour, the middle segment is emerald, and the base is an iridescent rainbow of opal. His eyes less extreme in their variety, but it exists nonetheless, with a hundred different shifting shades of violet playing across them at any one time.
Resembling an entity from the cosmic planes, his head is wreathed in undulating strands of shimmering cosmic fire. Attuned to his moods, the chromatic waves are in constant flux, from rising up in a halo of incandescent anger to streaming back in ripples of pleasure.

Tridemon glances at you appraisingly, antennae twitching in your direction as he turns his attention to you.

You stare at Tridemon, eyes wide.

(clan): Tridemon says, "Surprise!"
(clan): You say, "*open-mouthed reading*."

You have emoted: Gurashi opens his mouth, then shuts it again. Then opens it. Shuts it again.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks genuinely stricken, jaw still partially dropped. Maybe possibly broken?

You think to yourself: / *finally, distant, a little distracted* Fine. Fine - Tiso I'm here. What was so important? /.

You think to yourself: / ........... who is that /.

You have emoted: Gurashi squints a little in confusion.

You think to yourself: ..... I think.

You narrow your eyes at Tridemon in an unnerving manner.

You think to yourself: .........thinkthatisTridemon.

Tridemon reaches over to poke at one of the crystals embedded in his left arm, his eyes glittering again. "This would be somewhat more uncomfortable with one of the fleshier races..."

You think to yourself: / *conjoined confused chittering, both from Gurashi and Khep, and a few other unfamiliar but near enough hive presences* /.

You boggle at Tridemon.

Suddenly, very loud, you say, "TRIDEMON...."

Flailing, you say to Tridemon, "Y-YOU ARE ... A BUG."

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "... Yes. It is a changeself illusion."

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "A bit more thoroughly done than the casual ones I've done in the past, but still."

You have emoted: Gurashi claps his hands on either side of his face, wobbling side to side as he begins to circle around Tridemon, marveling at the illusion. "Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh you are so SHINY!"

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

You have emoted: Gurashi tentatively reaches for your crystal-embedded arm, looking up for permission to closer examine. "Y-you're so pretty!! The colors are so pretty am so jealous! Your arm!" He gasps. "Wow!"

You think to yourself: *what started out as a dusky shade of mauve is now bright pastel colors, excitement and fascination and WOW shiny!*.

You think to yourself: / *continued befuddled silence* /.

Tridemon extends the right wing from his back to look at it, squinting slightly with glittering, shifting eyes. "I don't think I'll be any more use in flying than you are."

You think to yourself: Miss Khep isn't Tridemon pretty? Look! Look at his colors!

The soft sounds of a zither being played and the cry of a crane in flight echo in from somewhere.

You have emoted: Gurashi gasps, then takes a step aside to look at the wing as well. "Oh my gosh yes, yeah, they-- AH please wait here!" His entire body spasms as he tries to wrangle his excitement, suddenly bolting off towards the beach. "Waitwaitwait!"

**runs to change back into a BUG**
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 long, thin pair of antennae protrude from atop his skull. 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 orange lines throughout. Evidence of conflict mar his once flawless carapace, 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. His skin shimmers faintly from a thin application of oil and smells faintly of musk, persistent and penetrating. Tattooed on his hands is an illustration of a bumblebee constellation.

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

You chitter at Tridemon with energetic clicks of your mandibles.

You think to yourself: / *finally, a chirr* ... Keeper, you ... /.

You have emoted: Gurashi clasps his hands together excitedly, looking up at Tridemon, his own antennae twitching and bobbing happily. "Look! You are taller than me!" He laughs. "Almost as tall as Miss Khep, think!"

You think to yourself: *more flurries of colors, pinks and periwinkles and cheery yellows*.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Significantly less color variety, though."

Hands on either side of his face, you say, "Wowee... w..."

You think to yourself: *the colors deepen a bit, dimming*.

Faintly buzzing, you ask Tridemon, "Oh - but... wh-why a kephera?"

You tilt your head curiously at Tridemon.

You think to yourself: / *gentle chirrs, the occasional tick of a mandible* /.

You tilt your head curiously at Tridemon.

You twitch your mandibles as you voice a soft, curious chirr.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Well, one, I suspected that something like this would happen with my arm... And secondly, it just so happens that my best friend is a kephera. Black and orange."

You blink.

You blink.

You have emoted: Gurashi's antennae sag a bit, head canting to the side. "...oh!" A pause. "...that is me!" His antennae rise again, bobbing with excitement.

You think to yourself: I think.

You think to yourself: / Tiso - it's you /.

You think to yourself: ....**excited buzzing**.

You have emoted: Gurashi says nothing for another minute, mandibles opening and closing of their own accord, antennae twitching happily. "...your arm turned out pretty!" He finally. "There are ROCKS. In your shell!"

You have emoted: Gurashi excitedly taps his fingers together, then gasps. "Ooa! How do you..." He moves all four of his own arms independently. "Can you do the thing?!"

Tridemon lifts his left arm, looking at where the lower left limb is missing, then gives you a small wave with his lower right arm.

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

You have emoted: Gurashi lets out a high-pitched whistle of excitement, his wings flapping once, noisily, beneath his cloak as he bounces on his feet. "Ahhh! Hahahahaha!" He proceeds to wave back with both of his own smaller hands, beaming. "Ahh - the crystals are not uncomfortable, right? They sure are -pretty-," He marvels, looking at the bit filling the gap where your secondary left arm would be.

You flail about helplessly.

Suddenly, you say to Tridemon, "Never thought..."

You have emoted: Gurashi lets out another excited whistle, unable to help himself as he grins, mandibles still clicking like wild. "Ahhhh! Words aren't enough!"

You flail about helplessly.

You think to yourself: So many colors! Many colors! Many good colors!! Haha! Tridemon! A KEPHERA...!

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "No, no, they're fine. I'm concerned about what it would be like for one of the fleshier races like human or elfen..."

You have emoted: Gurashi perks up. "You are wanting to see what you would look like as those races, too?" Quickly, he adds. "Or not risk, because... who knows what would do..."

You tilt your head curiously at Tridemon.

You think to yourself: Oh! OH. What would human Tridemon even look like? ....probably still taller.

You think to yourself: / *a continued observing quiet* Probably not orange... /.

You bounce up and down.

You beam broadly at Tridemon.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Certainly not orange. ... I'm purple."

The call of a cicada welcomes the setting of the sun and the coming night.

You think to yourself: / Mm /.

Faintly buzzing, you exclaim, "Yeah! Tridemon's all violet and green! Violet and green - good colors!"

You have emoted: Gurashi continues to bounce and buzz excitedly, his demeanor entirely different from when he first arrived. "This is so exciting! Oh! Wait you said is just an illusion yes?" He asks. "Wait can I touch?"

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Wait can you hear the hive noises? In your own head? Without me?"

Faintly buzzing, you say, "I do not know how you would know that."

Tridemon lifts his right arm to peer at his hand and the gaps between the plates. "And white, apparently."

You have emoted: Gurashi rambles on, somewhere between anxious and excited, his left antennae sagging of its own accord as he prattles on. "Ah! And white!"

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "You can touch, but no, I don't hear the hives without you."

You have emoted: Gurashi looks up quickly, unable to mask his relief at the news. "Ah, this is good." And with that, he gently takes your left arm, boggling. "Ah! You promise it doesn't hurt?" He asks, turning it over and poking one of the embedded crystals.

Tridemon looks mildly amused at the enthusiasm. "I promise that it doesn't hurt."

You have emoted: Gurashi gently grabs one of the crystal protrusions and wiggles it a little, making your whole arm move. He tries it again with another, then moves onto your hand, acting like someone who has never before seen something quite so amazing. "Ohhh, you are pointy," He comments, bending and unbending your fingers one at a time. "I do not have points."

You have emoted: Gurashi examines his own hands, the chitin worn smooth and left point-less and generally non-threatening.

You think to yourself: ...

You have emoted: Gurashi lowers your hand finally, antennae still twitching as he looks up, beaming. "Wowee!"

You think to yourself: / *a gentle chitter, clicking of mandibles, sounding like she is appraising you* I'm curious about the functionality ... unable to hear the hives - missing one arm. The other ones appear to function... wings. Mm. Males typically do not have usable wings anyhow... /.

You think to yourself: / Colors consistent with Khementen. The crystals do little to dissuade me from this comparison /.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "The wing is pretty enough, but I don't think they would have the breadth to do any proper support in flight even if they were a complete set..."

You have emoted: Gurashi shakes his head, then looks back, pulling away his cloak and pulling out his own wing. "Mm... cannot fly like this."

You think to yourself: / You really aren't meant to. Warders may use wings to aid in their descent from posts but otherwise... no. You aren't meant to fly with them /.

Softly, you say, "S'why got the hat..."

You sniff softly.

You chitter at Tridemon with energetic clicks of your mandibles.

You face lights up as you smile brightly at Tridemon.

Finally, you exclaim to Tridemon, "You look amazing!"

Tridemon pats you in a friendly manner.

Faintly buzzing, you exclaim to Tridemon, "Are one of prettiest kephera that have ever seen! Am jealous! Am jealous - wish was purple and white! You are like my opposite!"

You suddenly let loose a chittering laugh.

Tridemon peers at Bizirik, the leothin unscrupulously.
Bizirik, the leothin stares blankly at Tridemon. After a moment its tail lifts once then thumps back against the ground with potential delight.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says to Bizirik, the leothin, "No opinion?"

Bizirik, the leothin snorts, having sat a safe distance away, casting a sidelong glance at Tridemon.

(clan): You say, "She's like "who is this clown"."
(clan): You say, ""he smells like my favorite shrimp mans"."
(clan): You say, ""but he looks like not favorite shrimp mans"."

Bizirik, the leothin's tail slaps the sand, then lashes back and forth, snorting.

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Ah! Bizi! Come! Come come come here and see..."

You have emoted: Gurashi turns to the leothin, reaching out encouragingly. The creature seems perfectly content to sit and stare, tilting its head in confusion.

(clan): You say, "It's like when gurashi put on his human hat for teh first time... bizi was like "new body who dis"."

Tridemon reaches out and solemnly pokes the leothin on the nose, saying with great ceremony, "Boop."

The depths of the dark of night herald a new beginning, and a new chance to make the world a little better.
It is now the 16th of Estar, 559 years after the Coming of Estarra.
There are 29 days until the New Moon

Bizirik, the leothin leans away as you reach out, eventually running out of the muscle power to do so. As it is booped, its tongue slips out and licks its snout, briefly lashing over the spot where it was booped. It stares.... its tail slaps the sand, once, as it snorts.

You glance in Bizirik, the leothin's direction, eyes narrowing slightly as you grin.

Lovingly cupping her face in all four hands, you say to Bizirik, the leothin, "Bizi-beee look."

Bizirik, the leothin snorts.

You have emoted: Gurashi crouches down next to Bizirik, the leothin, pointing up at Tridemon. "O-K so know how sometimes, am super small, or am super feathery?" A snort of affirmation. "Tridemon. Did the -same- thing."

Bizirik, the leothin stares implacably at Tridemon.

Explaining animatedly, you say to Bizirik, the leothin, "It is magics, see. Doesn't he look nice? A good kephera, yes! Cannot believe did the thing still. Am so excited." His mandibles still click against his face as he looks up at you. "But it is still our friend. Still the good Tridemon."

Bizirik, the leothin stares implacably at Tridemon.

Bizirik, the leothin leans forward a bit, sniffing at Tridemon's robes.

You think to yourself: / *thoughtful chittering* Nearly my height indeed... /.

Bizirik, the leothin snorts and sits, staring at Tridemon, canting its head again the other direction.

Tridemon strikes a pose.

Bizirik, the leothin sniffs Tridemon, trying to decipher just what that smell emanating from him is.

Bizirik, the leothin sniffs Tridemon, trying to decipher just what that smell emanating from him is.

Bizirik, the leothin tilts her head curiously at Tridemon.

Bizirik, the leothin finally sinks to sit, snorting, tail slapping the ground again.

Faintly buzzing, you whisper, "Give her pets...!"

You have emoted: Gurashi bobs his head in Bizirik's direction, grinning at Tridemon as the leothin cautiously continues to sniff at your robes.

Tridemon pets Bizirik, the leothin ingratiatingly.
Bizirik, the leothin stares blankly at Tridemon. After a moment its tail lifts once then thumps back against the ground with potential delight.

Tridemon pets Bizirik, the leothin ingratiatingly.
Bizirik, the leothin stares blankly at Tridemon. After a moment its tail lifts once then thumps back against the ground with potential delight.

Bizirik, the leothin lets out a little snuffle... then thrums pleasantly, still staring up, cautious, but the familiar touch brings it some comfort as its tail slaps the ground behind it.

You think to yourself: Wowee. Tridemon - a whole kephera! Doesn't he look cool? He looks cool!

You think to yourself: / So you've said. *a thoughtful chirr* /.

You think to yourself: What is wrong, Miss Khep? You are doing so much thinking about it...!

You think to yourself: / ... mm. It's nothing *a tick and a clatter of something* /.

You bounce up and down.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says to Bizirik, the leothin, "Who's a good girl?"

Bizirik, the leothin snorts, tossing its head and grinning smugly.

You face lights up as you smile brightly at Tridemon.

You think to yourself: Oh - his antennae ... ...! Wowee!

You have emoted: Gurashi glances up, his own antennae twitching thoughtfully.

Bizirik, the leothin creeps forward a single step, pressing its body into Tridemon, thrumming softly.

Tridemon begins to tumble towards the up.
Tridemon tumbles out to the up.

You blink.

-goesup-
Directly to the right of a purring housecat.
Stretching out in every direction is a somewhat oddly colored beach- rather than white or brown or red sand, the sand here is largely a bluish-violet. In the immediate area though is a wide, pristine beach blanket covering the warm sands, along with a wide, colorful umbrella that shades a portion of the blanket from the eternal noontime sun. Next to the blanket is a wooden sign which has been planted deep in the sand, with the words 'Out to Lunch' painted neatly across the weathered boards in black and gold. Off to the north, a forest of rising bamboo can be seen in the distance. The light of day shines brightly. Perpetually ticking away the hours, the Immortal Clock of Past's Restoration stands proudly nearby. Sparkling liquids bubble up from a fountain here. Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters lingers nearby, the air about him singing with the rush of the ocean. He wields a dazzling white staff crowned by a platinum pearl in his left hand.
You see exits leading north, east, and down.

You tilt your head curiously at Tridemon.

You eyes light up as you smile.

Bizirik, the leothin chases after, chattering softly, tail sweeping back and forth as it pursues Tridemon.

Tridemon strikes a pose in front of Bizirik, the leothin.
Bizirik, the leothin stares blankly at Tridemon. After a moment its tail lifts once then thumps back against the ground with potential delight.

You have emoted: Gurashi gives his lute a squeeze. "This is really fun surprise, haha!" He says finally. "Hope are having fun! I am still just - wowee! I cannot figure out how to words!"

You beam broadly at Tridemon.

You think to yourself: *return to cheerful pastel colors and warm sparkly golds*.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Honestly, I probably won't spend much time outside of my manse like this."

Bizirik, the leothin strikes a pose in front of Tridemon.

You nod your head sagely.

Faintly buzzing, you say, "E-er, yes! Of course."

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

Faintly buzzing, you say, "You do not want to make anyone, uhm... surprised? Not that it is -you- that surprises them but."

You glance askance.

You think to yourself: Being tall can be scary to others.

You have emoted: Gurashi quietly taps his fingers together, smiling. "It is a fun surprise."

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "I look... significantly more injured as a kephera than as a lucidian."

You have emoted: Gurashi nods, looking Tridemon over. "...maybe kephera just show more damage naturally or something." He pauses, tilting his head. "You..."

Faintly buzzing, you say to Tridemon, "....said that the thing that happened to me before? Before the Portal. That made my head all messed up." He gestures to your arm, the crystals, the missing limb, the wing. "Is same for you. Even though are better now, as you..."

Softer, you say, "Like a scar."

Tilting his head, you ask, "They do not hurt like this?"

You tilt your head curiously at Tridemon.

Tridemon shakes his head.

With a smile, you say, "Then it is healed."

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Maybe."

You have emoted: Gurashi ponderously reaches out to tap one of the crystals upon your arm, just once.

You nod your head emphatically.

You face lights up as you smile brightly at Tridemon.

Tridemon gives you a thumbs up.

Trailing off, still staring at your arm, you say, "So weird... how it works...."

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Mm..."

You shake your head.

You beam broadly at Tridemon.

Faintly buzzing, you ask Tridemon, "I am happy for you for doing this thing. It must be weird. But is also kind of fun yeah?"

You have emoted: Gurashi bounces in his spot hopefully, antennae twitching.

Faintly buzzing, you say, "You can juggle -so- easy now."

Faintly buzzing, you say, "...as... as long as know how to juggle."

You glance askance.

You think to yourself: ... oh gosh.

You have emoted: Gurashi's mandible twitches as he tries to supress a thought.

You think to yourself: What if starts change-selfsing into a bunch of races too? For funs?? OH what if he decides wants to try being a faeling too?? Ha! Haha! Hahaha!

You have emoted: Gurashi's mandible twitches again, and he bows his head, disguising a laugh through petting Bizirik.

You think to yourself: Can carry on my HEAD!! **delighted buzzing**.

Bizirik, the leothin leans on Tridemon seeking consolation.

Tridemon flops down onto the ground.

You think to yourself: / Mm... *quiet muttering, the only occasional familiar words 'Nepra' and 'Keeper'* /.

You chitter at Tridemon with energetic clicks of your mandibles.

You have emoted: Gurashi promptly sinks to sit on his knees, chittering happily and adjusting his cloak so that it stays firmly wrapped around himself. "Thank you."

You think to yourself: *a strange sense of relief*.

Bizirik, the leothin flops down onto the ground.

Tridemon pats you in a friendly manner.

Tridemon pats Bizirik, the leothin in a friendly manner.

Faintly buzzing, you say to Tridemon, "You do not sound different. But guess your insides are not different."

You hum softly to yourself.

Faintly buzzing, you exclaim, "But a little buzzier!"

Faintly buzzing, you say, "But still kind of watery, yes. Still sound like you."

You ponder Tridemon thoughtfully, looking him up and down.

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Change self is so weird... you are clearly better at casting it than me. I still am feeling like me when I cast it...."

You think to yourself: This is like a hat. Wow!

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "My illusions are a much more central part of an aquamancer's skillset than a bard's."

You face lights up as you smile brightly at Tridemon.

You nod your head emphatically.

Faintly buzzing, you say, "You do melds and things."

Faintly buzzing, you sing, "While am doing cooking, and sings!"

Faintly buzzing, you say, "....sings. Songs? Sungs."

You think to yourself: Sings rhymed.

You think to yourself: / *a slightly frustrated chitter* /.

You think to yourself: *continued cheerful emotions and colors, and a strange lingering sense of relief*.

Canting his head, you say, "Ahh! It is almost naptime yes?? Hrm. If need any tips for being -comfortable- when laying down like this... let me know."

You beam broadly.

You have emoted: Gurashi pats his own protruding hip joint. "Being segmented is awkward! Do like how easy it is to sleep as the smaller squishier types."

Bizirik, the leothin sniffs Tridemon, trying to decipher just what that smell emanating from him is.

Bizirik, the leothin snorts, laying its head across its paws.

You think to yourself: Wonder what would have been like to have friend like Tridemon in the hives... haha, what would other kephera think with a crystal-ish kephera?

You think to yourself: *having an imaginary encounter with some bigger, meaner kephera* Mess with me am having to -mess with friend too-. *an envisioned, almost cartoonish version of you, looking intimidating and scaring off a handful of mostly unsolidified imaginary hive kephera*.

You stare blankly into space.

You have emoted: Gurashi's mandibles twitch, excited.

You think to yourself: / ... /.

You have emoted: Gurashi peacefully sways side to side in his spot, turning his attention at last from Tridemon and towards the sea, humming.

You think to yourself: Lucky me yes.

Tridemon nods his head sagely.

Smiling, you say to Tridemon, "Remind me later to show you my aslaran form. Is still messed up, but think will be able to fix soon."

Faintly buzzing, you say to Tridemon, "But you will probably think is really funny, so."

You sway back and forth.

You think to yourself: Short! Unfair.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "... You said something about a caracal?"

You glance askance.

You nod your head sagely.

You have emoted: Gurashi lifts his hand, holding it about even to his head height where he is seated. "Yeah. Look like Brycll except in pants."

You suddenly let loose a chittering laugh.

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Is so dumb."

Shaking his head, you say, "Very silly."

Faintly buzzing, you say, "And. Of course." He looks up towards the sky. "Orange."

You eyes light up as you smile.

You hum softly to yourself.

The depths of the dark of night herald a new beginning, and a new chance to make the world a little better.
Midnight shadows coalesce around a new day, and Mother Night embraces the land in utter darkness.
It is now the 17th of Estar, 559 years after the Coming of Estarra.
There are 28 days until the New Moon

You have emoted: Gurashi buzzes quietly, pleasantly, where he sits, letting out a little huff as he begins to go through his bag.

You have emoted: Gurashi pulls out his notepad, brushing a bit of cookie crumbs off the cover.

(The Hoard & The Hive): Tridemon says, "Enjoying Keph!tridemon?"
(The Hoard & The Hive): You say, "Ya!"
(The Hoard & The Hive): You say, "Gurashi is so happy!!"
(The Hoard & The Hive): You say, "He's like."
(The Hoard & The Hive): You say, "'if tridemon made himself a kephera then he must not be scared of kephera!me'"
(The Hoard & The Hive): You say, "But he is doing a very good job of not thinking that."
(The Hoard & The Hive): You say, ";v;."
(The Hoard & The Hive): Tridemon says, "Tridemon is not even REMOTELY afraid of Kephera-Gurashi."
(The Hoard & The Hive): You say, ";~;."

You ponder a notepad emblazoned with musical staves thoughtfully, looking it up and down.

You think to yourself: Oh - will need new pages soon...

<-- Tridemon fell...asleep IRL? I think lol. So Gurashi went home!

You have emoted: Gurashi removes his pack, setting it on the table as he steps through the portal and looking up, chittering excitedly. "Wowee - Tridemon did a whole changeself... still cannot believe it."

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Miss Khep! He kind of looked like you, but, like, very violet yes. And the whites!" He draws a line over his own yellow banding, chittering excitedly. "Wonder if had fun. Oh! Am kind of hoping he will try faeling some time so I can carry him around." A buzzing laugh. "If faeling-me is purple... would faeling-he be orange...?"

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Anyway! Didn't he look amazing? Was so pretty! So pretty."

You think to yourself: / Pretty is... /.

You have emoted: Gurashi removes his hat, hanging it on the nearby chair and looking up curiously. "Mm?"

You think to yourself: / *an appreciative chirr* /.

You think to yourself: / Pretty is a ...tame word for it /.

Faintly buzzing, you say, "....tame?"

You think to yourself: / *pointedly* The Keeper makes for a -very- handsome kephera, Tiso. Don't you agree? /.

You think to yourself: .......

Your carapace turns a bright shade of red as you blush.

You have emoted: Gurashi grips the back of the chair as beads of sweat form on his carapace, thoroughly embarrassed.

You think to yourself: **a sudden wash of humiliated reds* MISS KHEP.

You think to yourself: / *you can practically feel the grin* What /.

You think to yourself: **heart racing, butterflies, bright reds and pinks** YOU CANNOT JUST -SAY- STUFF LIKE THAT.

You think to yourself: / *you can feel the grin* Why not /

You think to yourself: **mortified** TRIDEMON. IS. -MARRIED-! You ... you do not ... **a confused, flustered buzz** compliment... ??! At - with - at, MARRIED PEOPLES...!

You think to yourself: / *another appreciative chirr, followed with a buzzing sigh* Hey. How is my saying he is handsome different from you saying he is 'pretty'? /.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks as if his soul has perhaps left his body, standing stiffly beside the table with a mortified expression, still bright red.

You stare blankly into space.

You think to yourself: / *a curious chirr, followed with a laugh* /

You think to yourself: / Sorry Tiso. *amused, apologetic* /

You stare blankly into space.

You think to yourself: / ..... /

You think to yourself: .....

You think to yourself: / *after an awkward pause* I mean, you can't -really- blame me for looking-- /

Exceedingly loud, you exclaim, "A-a-am going to ignore you now!!"

Gurashi throws his arms into the air, depositing his cloak on its appropriate hook and trying to ignore the laughter resounding in his head. "Good NIGHT, Miss Khep." He yells, annoyed, at no one in particular, clamping his hands over his ears as he wanders off to turn in for the evening.