A Question of Healing: Valtreth

A few days prior:

Kneeling humbly, you press your palms together before you and close your eyes momentarily as you pray devoutly to Valtreth, Majesty of the Dawn, "Hail, Lord of the Dawn. I hope You might forgive my intrusion, but I had a question for You. I understand that Lord Eventru was once a First that oversaw the hamadhi, and as there is no one Else to ask such a question... Would You happen to know if it might be possible to create a new healing mound upon the Ethereal Plane? The only one to have survived all this time, to my recollection, would be the one upon the Ethereal Mornhai. Thank You.".

Now:
[Sitting at the Master Ravenwood Tree]

Fiery threads of golden-tinged, roseate dawnlight caress your body, slowly growing in intensity. A cradling warmth begins to envelop you, waiting patiently for agreement.

With a disgruntled sensation, the rose-gold flames flicker and recede silently, leaving you with the unmoving feeling of disapproval.

You have emoted: Esei blinks slowly.

You tilt your head inquisitively.

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With grace, you tread into the pool of resplendent dawnlight, and your corporeal form promptly dissolves into a cascade of flickering motes, celestial and luminous. In mere moments, you reappear, standing regally before another pool in a fresh locale.
The Fulcrux of Valtreth.
This wide, circular rotunda has been inlaid into the centre of a lush, perfectly manicured garden, pristinely clean and bright under the morning sky above. Fluted marble columns ring the atrium, upon which beautifully soft vibrant dawnfire lilies encircle, twining anti-clockwise in elegant perfection upon the architecture and allowing their subtly sweet scent to carry upon the warm air. The skies above are reflected in a gently-bubbling spring at the centre of the marble enclosure, smooth ripples constantly rolling across its
surface in rose-tinted, dawn-hued shades. About the spring, a low balustrade has been constructed, maintaining the aesthetic appeal of this sacred space while providing a comfortable seat to those who would pause to rest and contemplate. A fluted golden pillar rises from the floor, bearing an ornate lantern that burns with a steady golden flame. Shifting endlessly, a luminous whirlpool of dawnlight has gathered here, encircled by a formation of sleek obsidian rocks. A radiant burst of fiery gold and crimson petals unfurl upon a dawnfire lily here, gently illuminated by a halo of dawn-like light.
There are no obvious exits.

You incline your head politely to those around you.

Fiery threads of golden-tinged, roseate dawnlight caress your body, slowly growing in intensity. A cradling warmth begins to envelop you, waiting patiently for agreement.

Lilting in a dark, ethereal voice, you murmur, "Apologies, Lord Valtreth. I believed I felt Your presence?"

With a disgruntled sensation, the rose-gold flames flicker and recede silently, leaving
you with the unmoving feeling of disapproval.

In a momentary revelation, filaments of golden flame gracefully manifest, while a soothing voice reverberates in the vicinity, "Welcome, little one."

In a momentary revelation, filaments of golden flame gracefully manifest, while a soothing voice reverberates in the vicinity, "Your prayer has graced My ears and stirred My interest."

You have emoted: Esei sketches into a proper, if brief, bow - a spot of darkness in the bright garden. "I am glad it has, Lord. I find that healing mounds have become of interest to me, lately. Even though I doubt we mortals could properly use them thus."

Midnight shadows coalesce around a new day, and Mother Night embraces the land in utter darkness.
It is now the 20th of Tzarin, 700 years after the Coming of Estarra.

In a momentary revelation, filaments of golden flame gracefully manifest, while a soothing voice reverberates in the vicinity, "What purpose compels your interest in the sacred healing mounds?"

You have emoted: Esei pauses, dark eyes flicking up to observe the pillar that makes up
the master shrine. "It is, I find, no secret that my Lord has harbored... an injury, in
recent years." Their voice is soft, their words careful and measured. "I also find that He
would reject the assistance of any hamadhi which I know of."

In a momentary revelation, filaments of golden flame gracefully manifest, while a soothing voice reverberates in the vicinity, "Your assumptions are correct in that the healing mounds remain beyond the use of mortals. Only the most adept among the Hamadhi possess the
mastery to create them and use their healing powers efficiently."

You have emoted: Though their expression remains moved by neither disappointment or surprise, Esei's wings still droop, almost imperceptable if it were not for the bright backdrop. They clasp their hands behind their back, bowing their head. "As I suspected. Still, I thank You for this knowledge."

In a luminous, gilded blaze of rose-tinted flames, your offering to Valtreth, Majesty of the Dawn is consumed in a magnificent conflagration. You offer a prayer of reverence to the Dawn as the golden-suffused glow of dawnfire engulfs The Silver Brazier of Divine Devotion in a resplendent display of dawn-hued brilliance, leaving behind only a fading radiance.

Gentle zephyrs waft past, borne on a wayward breeze and carrying murmurs of morning light and the promise of new beginnings.

In a momentary revelation, filaments of golden flame gracefully manifest, while a soothing voice reverberates in the vicinity, "As for your inquiry regarding the possibility of creating another. Indeed, such a feat is within the realm of possibility. However, the manifestation of a healing mound upon the Ethereal Plane is an exceedingly rare occurrence. The Hamadhi were devoted to the healing of Elders and Half-Formed, and thus wove their craft in accordance with the loftier vibrations of the Cosmic Planes, where such sacred sanctuaries found their true resonance."

You have emoted: Esei's brow furrows lightly, as perhaps in thought, but they remain silently attentive.


You think to yourself: Certainly not with the half-formed... perhaps...?

In a momentary revelation, filaments of golden flame gracefully manifest, while a soothing voice reverberates in the vicinity, "Have you further questions, little one?"

Lilting in a dark, ethereal voice, you whisper, "Ah. No. Thank You, Lord of the Dawn. You have given me much to ponder."

You give the master shrine of Valtreth a respectful bow, one hand clasped over your heart.

With grace, you tread into the pool of resplendent dawnlight, and your corporeal form promptly dissolves into a cascade of flickering motes, celestial and luminous. In mere moments, you reappear, standing regally before another pool in a fresh locale.
A stone fissure enveloped in preternatural light.
The roughly hewn rock presses in dangerously close, guarding the entrance to the fissure with time-worn facades of blue-grey stone. Significantly narrow at first, the constricted passage rapidly opens into an almost airy chamber, despite its location deep beneath the
earth. A soft, gently pulsing light pervades the area, emanating from within the weathered slate to bathe the area in silvery-blue light. Shifting endlessly, a luminous whirlpool of dawnlight has gathered here, encircled by a formation of sleek obsidian rocks.