Nations on the Brink (storyline)/2023-03-25 - Sayilla's Memorial Service (log)

This log is from the Nations on the Brink storyline on Charlatos 25, 5123, (March 25, 2023). It has been heavily edited to focus on Sayilla's memorial service and the NPCs involved.

See a tour of the Solace of the Seaborne.

[Announcement: A voice calls out,  The memorial for Lady Sayilla Javilerre Illistim will take place through the arch on Glimaer Wey.  All are welcome to attend.]

[Ta'Illistim, Glimaer Wey]
The cobblestoned wey continues to curve in a snake-like fashion, winding its way among an almost garden-like setting.  A birdbath stands beneath a small grove of nearby trees, its water-filled bowl a tarnished copper.  You also see a petite lucent gold lightning wyrdling, a tiny angular lilac-point kitten, a jocular woodland spirit that is flying around and a blush clamshell arch.
Obvious paths: south, west

>go arch
[Solace of the Seaborne, West]
Some layered walls of wavy glass cast colorful silhouettes across the pale sand, the etched surfaces projecting rays of calligraphy across the changing tides.  Garlands of anemones and sea buckthorn drape over a quartet of carved stone founts.  The water's surface alights with tiny votives floating between strips of parchment scrawled with long-forgotten names.  Carved into whimsical sea creatures, myriad charms adorn the driftwood benches sitting half-buried within the sand.  You also see the Karyion disk, a blush clamshell arch, a small white basket of blue roses and a small woven bin of blue pansies.
Also here: Delindra, Jisandra, Lady in Waiting Lynaera, Sage Missoni, Lady Avawren, Lady Uniana, Phanna, Magister Raelee, Lord Eruien, Carew, Lord Teveriel, Zarana, Katness, Lady Ysaeril, Squire Legionnaire Malinya, Squire Legionnaire Galliah, Land Pirate Maylan, Lord Legionnaire Commander Jaranzair, Legionnaire Agathilea, High Legionnaire Aureliano, Lord Karyion, Jiarine, Meril
Obvious paths: northeast, east, southeast

Eruien glances around the area.

Jaranzair frowns.

Jaranzair gazes at some layered walls of wavy glass.

Jaranzair selects a yellow-cored dark blue elaieneria from a small woven bin of blue pansies.

Eruien selects a yellow-cored dark blue elaieneria from a small woven bin of blue pansies.

>look walls
Reminiscent of a sea frozen in time, each consecutive layer of sea glass deepens the ocean blue hues of the walls.  Countless names are etched into the fused surface, the flowing elven calligraphy undulating with the sinuous waves.  A silver plaque stands at the point in which the walls converge.
There appears to be something written on it.

>read walls
In the Elven language, it reads:
A swelling wave breaks,
then crashes to the shore.
The sea, She calls it home,
to recede forevermore.

(Teveriel turns an encompassing gaze about the area.)

Eruien carefully remarks, "This seems... very Ashrim."

Murstyr selects a pale-veined deep blue asuleriel from a small white basket of blue roses.

Eruien gazes thoughtfully at some layered walls of wavy glass.

Bowing his head, Jaranzair lightly traces the tip of his finger over one of the names inscribed on the blue sea glass wall.

Mistress Leisette just arrived.

Raelee takes a moment to observe Leisette.

Tikba nods politely at Leisette.

Missoni nods to Leisette in greeting.

Leisette nods politely at Tikba.

Eruien gazes fondly at Leisette.

Naevys wanders in.

Eruien kisses Leisette, first on one cheek, then the other.

Eruien distractedly glances at Naevys.

Leisette smiles at Eruien.

Leisette moves to stand behind Naevys.

Uniana nods politely at Leisette.

Groups of elves slowly make their way in, gathering in small groups.

Uniana drops smoothly into a deep curtsy before Naevys, sweeping her arms grandly to her sides.

Leisette nods politely at Uniana.

Naevys drops into a deep curtsy, moving smoothly as her arms sweep grandly to her sides.

Ysaeril gazes forlornly at her surroundings.

Leisette joins Naevys's group.

Jiarine curtsies gracefully to Naevys.

Missoni nods to Naevys in greeting.

Eruien joins Naevys's group.

Avawren bows her head slightly toward Naevys as she drops into a deep, respectful curtsy before her.

Eruien whispers something to Teveriel.

Maylan turns to face Naevys.

Lord Aeriadrn just came through a blush clamshell arch.

With one leg awkwardly placed behind the other, Maylan attempts to curtsy, only to stumble and almost fall.

Avawren nods respectfully at Leisette.

Eruien glances at Naevys.

Leisette nods respectfully at Avawren.

Eruien gives Naevys a lingering kiss on the cheek.

Speaking to Maylan, Jiarine mouths, "Remember what I said about bowing instead?"

Naevys kisses Eruien tenderly on the cheek.

(Teveriel twists the stem of his deep blue asuleriel frowning in thought, brifly glancing in Eruien's direction.)

Maylan ponders.

Speaking to Jiarine, Maylan says, "Okey dokey."

Maylan turns to Jiarine and bows low, spreading her wings for all to see.

Jaranzair paces along beside the walls, gaze sweeping over the names etched upon them as he walks.

Speaking to Maylan, Jiarine says, "Much more elegant than trying to fall onto your face."

Teveriel nods understandingly at Eruien.

Bowing her head, Ysaeril lightly traces the tip of her finger over one of the names inscribed on the blue sea glass wall.

Quiet whispers echo through the area as people talk among themselves.

Aeriadrn nods.

Aeriadrn gazes in wonder at his surroundings.

Speaking in Elven, Jaranzair quietly notes, "Ashrim family names."

Jaranzair frowns.

Uniana gazes with dread at some layered walls of wavy glass.

Raelee surreptitiously glances at Leisette.

Aeriadrn says, "Welcome."

Uniana inclines her head.

Leisette nods politely at Raelee.

Aureliano takes a moment to observe Aeriadrn.

Aeriadrn says, "We will begin moving to the center."

Speaking quietly in Elven to Jaranzair, Teveriel says, "Quite the extensive record. Impressive even by Illistim standards, considering the age."

Jaranzair nods at Teveriel.

Raelee nods slowly at Leisette.

Lord Aeriadrn just went east.

>east
[Solace of the Seaborne]
Pathways of crushed sea shells converge towards the alabaster-carved longboat raised within the center of the area, covered in dozens of muted sapphire candles flickering amongst dried white sea roses.  Natural driftwood benches sit beneath sunbleached linen canopies, the embroidered bolts of fabric tightly knotted to the silver-banded posts placed outside the circle.  Veiled in a layer of pale sand, small mementos and lush bouquets lean against the sandstone slab elevating the vessel.  You also see a large piece of embroidery stretched over a mistwood frame.
Also here: Delindra, Jisandra, Lady in Waiting Lynaera, Sage Missoni, Lady Avawren, Lady Uniana, Phanna, Magister Raelee, Carew, Lord Teveriel, Lady Ysaeril, Jiarine, Katness, Lord Aeriadrn, Master Aendir
Obvious paths: north, east, south, west

Lady Naevys's group just arrived.

Aendir purses his mouth, pondering a large piece of embroidery stretched over a mistwood frame.  The expression on his face speaks volumes.

>l longboat
Set upon a striated sandstone slab, the longboat is carved from translucent alabaster marbled with semiopaque inclusions.  Curling posts rise at either end, sculpted into the image of cresting waves.  The hull is incised with straight lines to emulate planks, while bas relief shields with varying designs adorn the sides.  Flicking sapphire candles fill the vessel, bathing it in a warm, fiery glow.  A silver plaque stands admist a profusion of trinkets and flowers.
There appears to be something written on it.

>read longboat
In the Elven language, it reads:
Say goodbye to the depths, the loneliest of places,
Where darkness preys,
And only the sailor understands her cold embraces.
Beyond the sun's rays,
Say farewell to the light, from it turn our faces.
Begin your vacant gaze,
And let us remember you in all your graces.

>look candle
Melted wax drips down the sides of the muted sapphire candles, pooling upon the alabaster around their wide bases.  A reed-woven basket of unlit candles rests at the stern of the longboat.

>look bench
Left in their natural state, organically shaped pieces of driftwood form backless benches around the alabaster longboat.

>look embroid
Dark blue silk is stretched upon a frame of mistwood.  Colorful embroidery covers the surface, depicting various scenes.  Several show a small girl surrounded by flowers and doves.  The image of the gates of Ta'Illistim covers a lower corner.  One panel features a large ship on the ocean, while another displays tall trees in a snowy setting.  Centered within is a large alabaster peacock bordered by a series of elegantly silver curved blades.

(Aureliano leans over to read the inscription on the boat.)

Lord Murstyr just arrived.

Leisette bows to Murstyr.

Jaranzair gazes at an alabaster longboat.

the Argent Mirror's attendants, Myasara just arrived.

>look
[Solace of the Seaborne]
Pathways of crushed sea shells converge towards the alabaster-carved longboat raised within the center of the area, covered in dozens of muted sapphire candles flickering amongst dried white sea roses.  Natural driftwood benches sit beneath sunbleached linen canopies, the embroidered bolts of fabric tightly knotted to the silver-banded posts placed outside the circle.  Veiled in a layer of pale sand, small mementos and lush bouquets lean against the sandstone slab elevating the vessel.  You also see the web-draped Missoni disk and a large piece of embroidery stretched over a mistwood frame.
Also here: the Argent Mirror's attendants, Myasara, Lord Murstyr, Earthdiver, Squire Legionnaire Malinya, Squire Legionnaire Galliah, Land Pirate Maylan who is sitting, Lord Legionnaire Commander Jaranzair, Legionnaire Agathilea, High Legionnaire Aureliano, Meril, Falicor, Mistress Leisette, Lord Eruien, Lady Naevys, Zarana, Carew, Magister Raelee, Phanna, Lady Uniana, Lady Avawren, Sage Missoni, Lady in Waiting Lynaera, Jisandra, Delindra, Lord Teveriel, Lady Ysaeril, Jiarine, Katness, Lord Aeriadrn, Master Aendir
Obvious paths: north, east, south, west

Missoni curtsies to Myasara.

Falicor bows to Myasara.

Uniana curtsies gracefully to Myasara.

Delicate strands of melody gradually resonate throughout the area as cascading notes from a harp drift through the air.

Aureliano bows to Myasara.

Meril bows to Myasara.

Delindra clasps her hands before her in homage, the sleeves of her bright red wool robes pooling at her wrists, as she dips into a low, demure curtsy.

With one leg awkwardly placed behind the other, Maylan attempts to curtsy before Myasara, only to stumble and almost fall.

Teveriel bows deeply at the waist, honoring Myasara.

Agathilea bows to Myasara.

Maylan turns to face Jiarine.

Jaranzair bows his head respectfully to Myasara.

Maylan turns to Jiarine and bows low, spreading her wings for all to see.

Tikba turns to Myasara and bows low, spreading her wings for all to see.

Malinya bows to Myasara.

Phanna gathers the wide skirts of her woolen crepe dress in her hands and drops into a low curtsy while maintaining impeccable posture and grace.

Myasara looks about and acknowledges those gathered.

Jiarine shakes her head at Maylan and clucks her tongue.

Speaking to Maylan, Jiarine whispers aloud, "Now to THEM and not me."

Jaranzair lays a hand on Murstyr's shoulder.

With a graceful movement of her hands, Ysaeril lowers her head and sinks into a formal curtsy before Myasara.

After dropping into a perfunctorily correct curtsy, Jisandra rises and snaps rigidly back to attention.

Myasara rests a gentle hand on Murstyr's arm.

Speaking to Jiarine, Maylan says, "Oh..."

Jiarine mutters, "Bow."

Tikba appears to be struggling to keep a straight face as she glances at Maylan.

Aendir folds his hands behind his back.

With a graceful flutter of her hands, Jiarine sinks down in a formal curtsy.

Murstyr glances at the tapestry before quickly looking away.

Myasara nods at Murstyr.

Ysaeril closes her eyes for a moment.

Tranquil themes swirl about as the exquisite air of the harp is joined by a flute in soothing descant.

Aeriadrn turns to face Myasara.

Speaking to Myasara, Aeriadrn says, "It is time."

Myasara nods.

Myasara says, "We have gathered here today to remember Sayilla Javilerre Illistim, friend,"  she pauses to let her gaze fall upon Murstyr, "and beloved niece."

Aureliano moves to stand behind Jaranzair.

Agathilea strides a few steps forward.

Leisette folds her hands.

Jaranzair squeezes Murstyr's shoulder.

Teveriel gazes respectfully at Murstyr.

Teveriel inclines his head.

Swelling to a delicate, yet joyous crest, the melodies dance away only to join again in a complex weave of sound that fills the senses with a haunting motif.

Myasara says, "She came to us lost, alone, and unsure.  With the guidance of her uncle and the court, she grew into a beautiful young lady who harbored a thirst for knowledge and a passion for the world around us."

Tikba nods somberly.

Myasara says, "She often expressed her desire to travel the lands and build new relationships and connections with those around us.  Her travels took her from the northern lands of Ta'Ardenai to the Empire in the West."

Eruien nods slightly at Naevys.

Naevys nods once.

Eruien gazes at Myasara.

Ysaeril appears to be trying to concentrate when suddenly her eyes widen and she twitches with a quick shiver.

Myasara says, "While the sea may have taken her into its embrace, we know she is not lost to us, as we hold her memory close and will keep it safe."

Jiarine gives a sidelong glance at Ysaeril.

Uniana contemplates ruefully with eyes narrowing to heat an otherwise demure expression.

Ysaeril nods slowly at Agathilea.

Gently running her hand over the ebon armband, Phanna closes her eyes briefly, giving honor to those lost.

Murstyr gazes straight ahead, his eyes never wavering.

Myasara says, "We look to our patrons of Lumnis and Fash'lo'nae for their guidance and gifts of knowledge during this trying time."

Myasara says, "And to Jastev, may his sight weave us through the patterns of our sorrow and lead us in remembering this beautiful light that was diminished too soon."

Teveriel nods almost imperceptibly.

Tikba nods respectfully.

Jaranzair furrows his brow.

The gentle notes of a harp rise into the quiet air, the soft tones delicately winding through the memorial.

Myasara asks, "Commander?"

Myasara rests a gentle hand on Murstyr's arm.

Murstyr flinches slightly as he turns to the Argent Mirror.

Murstyr nods.

Murstyr takes a deep breath.

Jaranzair allows his hand to fall from Murstyr's shoulder.

Jaranzair folds his hands behind his back.

Eruien gazes at Murstyr.

Aureliano folds his hands behind his back.

Murstyr nods.

Agathilea folds her hands behind her back.

Murstyr says, "The world is a hollow place without the beautiful soul that was my niece."

Missoni dabs at her glistening viridian eyes with a glossy bourde handkerchief of lapis and midnight blue stripes.

Murstyr says, "She had a natural curiosity and always wanted to know why?  She threw herself at any challenge with such energy, that there was nothing she could not accomplish."

Ysaeril nods slowly at Murstyr.

Murstyr pauses a moment as his voice cracks. He turns his head before gazing at the tapestry once more.

Murstyr says, "Her eyes were always watching and listening to the world around her.  She was perceptive and intuitive."

Uniana demurely lowers her pale lilac eyes.

Murstyr says, "It was hard to be around her and not catch a bit of her love for life, it was contagious."

Murstyr clenches his hand about a small seed as his jaw tightens.

Murstyr says, "The world feels very empty since she was taken from us, her radiant fire has been put out, but it is in our hearts that she will find light again, in remembering her life and the woman that she was."

Jaranzair nods once.

Ysaeril places a hand over her heart.

Maylan tilts her head down.

Murstyr lightly rubs a small seed in his hand.

Agathilea tilts her head down.

Murstyr says, "As is custom with many of our house, she had chosen a seed in her younger years."

Eruien flicks his gaze in Aendir's direction, though his expression otherwise remains even.

Murstyr says, "She kept it on her person and is lost to us."

Murstyr says, "I choose another in its place, one of the linden tree."

Murstyr says, "For the golden blossoms it bears."

Aendir smiles.

Murstyr closes his hand again and let's his head bow slightly forward.

Ysaeril smiles slightly as she nods.

Several elven ladies bow their heads as Murstyr's words fade.

Myasara asks, "Is there any here today who would say a few words in remembrance?"

Ysaeril meekly says, "I would."

Myasara nods at Ysaeril.

Ysaeril furrows her brow.

Taking hold of the wide skirts of her many-layered gown with each hand, Ysaeril sashays about gracefully, the skirts swinging to and fro in time with her steps.

Murstyr lifts his head and nods to Ysaeril.

Ysaeril clears her throat.

Ysaeril removes a textured off-white sheet from in her pebbled leather tote.

Leisette folds her hands.

Ysaeril slowly says, "I have a message on behalf of my Ardenai family, with whom Sayilla spent a year."

Eruien gazes at Ysaeril.

Ysaeril recites:
    "To the Javilerre family,"

Ysaeril recites, "We send our sincere condolences for the loss of your daughter, Sayilla.  During her stay at the Ostrylae estates in the Darkling Wood, she brought a great light to our lives.  Whatever assistance we can provide shall be yours, should you ask it."

Ysaeril concludes, "Penned by our hands, the Ostrylae of House Ardenai."

Ysaeril carefully placed a textured off-white sheet in her pebbled leather tote.

Ysaeril removes a large pebbled black leather portfolio with teak handles from in her pebbled leather tote.

Ysaeril remorsefully says, "I would also like to add of my own accord, the deep respect and admiration I held for the Lady Sayilla."

Ysaeril carefully removes her bronze-set painting from one of the sleeves in her black leather portfolio.

Ysaeril carefully placed a compact bronze-mounted painting adorned at each corner with verdigris peacocks on an alabaster longboat.

>look painting
Painted amid a haze of smoky smalt is the portrait of a young elven woman.  Her upswept ears and pale green eyes are brilliant compared to the relatively muted background.  Gazing out slightly left of center, fresh and rosy cheeks adorn her fair oval-shaped face, while a highlight just above her lapis-wrapped decolette gives the appearance of youthfulness.  Crowning the woman's brow are voluminous braids in titian-tinged copper, drawing the focal point away from a splash of coral upon her even lips.
There appears to be something written on it.

>read painting
In the Common language, it reads:
"Cobalt Salon: Lady Sayilla" -- by Ysaeril Illistim

Eruien gazes at a compact bronze-mounted painting adorned at each corner with verdigris peacocks on an alabaster longboat.

Ysaeril continues, "Her love of life and warmth of spirit was capable of tending the most tender-hearted and temperamental souls."

Ysaeril places a hand over her heart.

Ysaeril's eyes well with tears as her lower lip quivers.

Murstyr says, "'thank you Lady Ysaeril.  It is good to know she is remembered in the north."

Ysaeril murmurs, "Sayilla was a peacemaker, she was a friend to me and many I know..." her voice trails off as she gazes upon the tapestry.  After a lenthy pause Ysaeril finishes, "Lady Sayilla Javilerre shall not be forgotten."

Speaking to Ysaeril, Maylan whispers aloud, "It's real purdy. You've done her justice."

Placing her index finger at the arch of her classical nose, Avawren uses the pad of her fingertip to gently wipe under her glacial blue eyes towards her temple.

Murstyr says, "Your painting captures her perfectly.  It is a true gift of remembrance."

Murstyr nods.

Murstyr gazes with interest at a compact bronze-mounted painting adorned at each corner with verdigris peacocks on an alabaster longboat.

Ysaeril nods slowly at Murstyr.

Missoni murmurs, "What a lovely tribute."

Speaking sincerely to Murstyr, Ysaeril says, "I would give anything to return Sayilla to this earth."

Ysaeril closes her eyes for a moment.

Murstyr smiles at Ysaeril.

Murstyr says, "If only it were so."

Ysaeril nods reluctantly.

Murstyr says, "Thank you."

Ysaeril closes her eyes for a moment.

Murstyr says, "We will present it in a place of honor so all remember."

Eruien nods understandingly at Ysaeril.

Myasara says, "Please feel free to speak if you wish."

Myasara gazes with interest at a compact bronze-mounted painting adorned at each corner with verdigris peacocks on an alabaster longboat.

Phanna offers, "While I regret that I did not have the opportunity to know her well, I did have the honor of meeting Lady Sayilla during her overland trip through the Empire, and enjoying her company between River's Rest and Brisker's Cove."

Phanna says, "She was a lovely woman in mind and spirit, keenly interested in learning the customs of the western regions through which we traveled."

Aureliano nods slowly at Jaranzair.

Phanna says, "She showed great care and consideration with to all, eager to hear their perspectives and offer a sense of friendship even to those the most foriegn to her."

Phanna says, "I imagine that her memory will live on for many years, both with her linden tree and with our shared hopes of a greater future that she has helped to forge."

Phanna nods graciously.

Maylan nods at Phanna.

Murstyr nods.

Maylan sadly says, "Never did I meet someone who loved taders more than her."

Maylan sniffs.

Maylan reaches inside one of the stretched rolton wool socks hanging from her leather bandolier and grabs a ratty old handkerchief.

Maylan briskly dabs at her eyes and nose with her ratty old handkerchief.

Eruien put a yellow-cored dark blue elaieneria on an alabaster longboat.

Maylan's lower lip trembles slightly.

Aendir says, "Nary a finer diplomat has been made in the Elven Nations - and a wonderful person she was. My family offers our sincerest condolences."

Murstyr says, "Thank you Lord Silithyr, to you and your house."

Myasara says, "I do recall her writing of a gift of...taters."

Uniana straightens her left arm, her closed nacre velvet fan held before her, and dramatically flicks it open to fan herself in one smooth motion.

Myasara nods at Maylan.

Uniana put a densely woven garland of mournbloom and long-stemmed azure blue roses on an alabaster longboat.

Ysaeril closes her eyes tightly and takes a deep breath, a single tear overflowing down her face.

Speaking to Myasara, Maylan says, "She liked all sorts of taders, and all sorts of folk both fancy and not so fancy."

Missoni says, "Lady Sayilla's passion for knowledge and and for people were both evident in the journey many of us took with her Brisker's Cove. I will remember the weekend, the evenings around the fire, quite fondly."

Missoni says, "I picked this blossom as we were traveling through Torre. When I see the linden tree from now on I will think of her member, and how graciously she met with those of every culture."

Missoni carefully placed a pale gold linden flower on an alabaster longboat.

Missoni tilts her head down.

Murstyr let's his eyes follow the flower before gazing at the portrait again.

Murstyr strides a few steps forward.

Uniana gives a sidelong glance at Murstyr.

Murstyr put a pale-veined deep blue asuleriel on an alabaster longboat.

Meril quietly says, "The linden will remember her as well."

Murstyr takes a few steps back.

Soaring above the subdued tones of the harp, the gentle notes of the flute spread through the air, blanketing the space with its light refrains.

Falicor simply states, "I did not know Sayilla well.  But I came to offer my apologies, not to those gathered, but to the Lady Sayilla for failing to prevent harm to her.  I will carry memory of her from this day forward, to ensure she is not forgotten."

Jaranzair evenly says, "I am not the most eloquent with words, but the patter of her little feet as she ran through the house on summer visits with our grandchildren, many years ago, is a memory my wife and I will always hold."

Murstyr nods at Falicor.

Speaking to Murstyr, Jaranzair says, "You are ever part of the family and House Vaalor stands with you in this time."

Aendir smiles at Jaranzair.

(Uniana continues to regard the alabaster longboat with a stoic expression before turning towards Jaranzair in faint surprise.)

Jaranzair gives a sidelong glance at Uniana.

Speaking to Jaranzair, Murstyr says, "Thank you old friend, the knowledge that our houses are together is a comfort."

Myasara put a pale-veined deep blue asuleriel on an alabaster longboat.

Myasara takes a few graceful steps backward.

Jaranzair put a yellow-cored dark blue elaieneria on an alabaster longboat.

Eruien lights the wick on a muted sapphire candle.  With a solemn expression, he places it upon the longboat, gazing quietly into the flickering flame.

Myasara nods at Murstyr.

Murstyr lights the wick on a muted sapphire candle.  With a solemn expression, he places it upon the longboat, gazing quietly into the flickering flame.

Teveriel lights the wick on a muted sapphire candle.  With a solemn expression, he places it upon the longboat, gazing quietly into the flickering flame.

Agathilea put a pale-veined deep blue asuleriel on an alabaster longboat.

Tikba put a pale-veined deep blue asuleriel on an alabaster longboat.

Agathilea nods respectfully at Murstyr.

Lady Gelynne walks forward and places a rose on the longboat, her eyes closing for a moment before stepping back into the crowd.

Teveriel put a pale-veined deep blue asuleriel on an alabaster longboat.

Ysaeril carefully placed a loosely woven circlet of silver horsehair and mournbloom on an alabaster longboat.

Jaranzair lights the wick on a muted sapphire candle.  With a solemn expression, he places it upon the longboat, gazing quietly into the flickering flame.

Maylan put a pale-veined deep blue asuleriel on an alabaster longboat.

Aureliano put a pale-veined deep blue asuleriel on an alabaster longboat.

Malinya carefully placed a pale-veined deep blue asuleriel on an alabaster longboat.

Uniana looks thoughtfully at Jaranzair.

Jaranzair nods at Aureliano.

Aureliano lights the wick on a muted sapphire candle.  With a solemn expression, he places it upon the longboat, gazing quietly into the flickering flame.

Aendir lights the wick on a muted sapphire candle.  With a solemn expression, he places it upon the longboat, gazing quietly into the flickering flame.

Agathilea lights the wick on a muted sapphire candle.  With a solemn expression, she places it upon the longboat, gazing quietly into the flickering flame.

Carew carefully placed a yellow-cored dark blue elaieneria on an alabaster longboat.

Aureliano nods once at Jaranzair.

Galliah lights the wick on a muted sapphire candle.  With a solemn expression, she places it upon the longboat, gazing quietly into the flickering flame.

Agathilea nods at Jaranzair.

Ysaeril kneels down and begins to recite prayers.

(Uniana closes her eyes in a mute moment of silence.)

Falicor bows his head and chants a short prayer, causing grey and silver light to momentarily coalesce in front of him.

Carew lights the wick on a muted sapphire candle.  With a solemn expression, she places it upon the longboat, gazing quietly into the flickering flame.

Jiarine lights the wick on a muted sapphire candle.  With a solemn expression, she places it upon the longboat, gazing quietly into the flickering flame.

Phanna lights the wick on a muted sapphire candle.  With a solemn expression, she places it upon the longboat, gazing quietly into the flickering flame.

Malinya lights the wick on a muted sapphire candle.  With a solemn expression, she places it upon the longboat, gazing quietly into the flickering flame.

Gently running her hand over the ebon armband, Phanna closes her eyes briefly, giving honor to those lost.

(Avawren steps forward, flicking her fan open to shadow her face briefly as she places her offering upon the longboat.)

Avawren put a pale-veined deep blue asuleriel on an alabaster longboat.

Galliah put a pale-veined deep blue asuleriel on an alabaster longboat.

Gasen starts to scamper, but catches himself and walks slowly to the longboat where he places a rose and lights a candle before moving back into the crowd.

Myasara closes her eyes, head bowed, and murmurs prayers to herself.

(Agathilea gazes proudly at Cadet Gasen.)

Myasara nods at Aeriadrn.

Suddenly the skies are filled with the sound of wings as a flock of doves take to the sky, their alabaster bodies soaring above.  The flock circles above the clearing before scattering into the distance and fading away.

Murstyr gazes up into the sky.

Maylan whispers aloud, "Wow."

Murstyr says, "She was fond of them."

Agathilea smiles at Murstyr.

Jiarine asks, "To feed or eat?"

Jisandra narrows her eyes.

Eruien smiles slightly.

Speaking to Jiarine, Aendir says, "Doves symbolize peace. But you knew that."

Teveriel kindly says, "An artful," he pauses, glancing at Jiarine briefly, "display."

Murstyr asks, "Feed? Watch?"

Archales blots his forehead and upper lip with a black-edged grey linen handkerchief.

Ysaeril graciously offers, "Nurture."

Speaking to Aendir, Jiarine says, "Please try not to tell me what I do or do not know."

Ysaeril agrees with Murstyr.

Myasara says, "This beautiful memorial will be open during the remainder of our mourning period for all to come as they will."

Missoni nods appreciatively at Myasara.

Myasara says, "On behalf of Commander Murstyr, I thank you for sharing this time with us."

Aendir's bow is graceful, if perfunctory.  He follows the bow with a brief nod of his head.

Archales wipes his face with a black-edged grey linen handkerchief, drying off the streaks left by tears.

Leisette bows her head slightly as she drops into a deep, respectful curtsy.

(Uniana lifts her head slightly and takes one more studious glance between Murstyr and Jaranzair.)

With a graceful flutter of her hands, Naevys sinks down in a formal curtsy.

Ballital bows respectfully, his eyes fixed firmly on the ground.

Avawren gathers the wide skirts of her black silk gown in her hands and drops into a low curtsy while maintaining impeccable posture and grace.

Delindra clasps her hands before her in homage, the sleeves of her bright red wool robes pooling at her wrists, as she dips into a low, demure curtsy.

Murstyr nods.

With a graceful flutter of her hands, Uniana sinks down in a formal curtsy.

Tikba bows low, spreading her wings for all to see.

Meril gazes about with serene contemplation, then gracefully crosses her hands across her leather and executes a gentle bow.

Jaranzair frowns at Murstyr.

Maylan bows her head respectfully to the alabaster longboat.

Murstyr glances at Jaranzair.

Murstyr agrees with Jaranzair.

Aureliano nods respectfully at Murstyr.

Aeriadrn asks, "Argent Mirror?"

Agathilea nods respectfully at Murstyr.

Myasara nods at Aeriadrn.

Aendir thoughtfully studies Aeriadrn, a satisfied expression quickly reaching his face.

Aeriadrn says, "There are refreshments outside the memorial for all who wish to gather."

Missoni nods appreciatively at Aeriadrn.

Eruien reaches out and touches an alabaster longboat.

Phanna says, "That is very considerate.  Thank you."

Ysaeril quietly murmurs, "I shall walk a while."

Eruien says, "It is a lovely memorial to the Ashrim and those lost to the sea."

Eruien glances around the area.

Raelee looks thoughtfully at Leisette.

Speaking in Elven, Uniana vaguely repeats, "Lost to the sea."

Myasara nods in agreement.

Myasara says, "Thank you all again."

Leisette bows her head slightly toward Myasara as she drops into a deep, respectful curtsy before her.

Maylan turns to face Myasara.

Maylan turns to Myasara and bows low, spreading her wings for all to see.

Maylan turns to face Jiarine.

Maylan curtsies to Jiarine.

Maylan preens her wings.

Jiarine agrees with Maylan.

Myasara smiles quietly to herself.

Tikba nods encouragingly at Maylan.

Jiarine says, "Much better."

Carew inclines her head.

Carew folds her hands.

Maylan says, "That was a good one, yarr."

With a graceful movement of her hands, Naevys lowers her head and sinks into a formal curtsy before Myasara.

Speaking quietly to Myasara, Falicor says, "Always a pleasure, even under the circumstances."

Falicor bows his head respectfully to the alabaster longboat.

Eruien glances at Leisette.

Murstyr stands gazing at the portrait, his eyes unwavering.

Speaking quietly to Naevys, Leisette says, "If you are walking with the Living Canvas, then I think I will take some time in contemplation."

Myasara turns around.

Naevys nods once at Leisette.

the Argent Mirror's attendants, Myasara just went north.

Uniana examines Eruien closely, sizing him up and taking note of all the details.

Leisette bows her head slightly toward Naevys as she drops into a deep, respectful curtsy before her.

Lord Aeriadrn just went north.

Jaranzair joins Murstyr's group.

Naevys whispers something to Leisette.

Murstyr sighs.

Jaranzair nods at Aureliano.

Murstyr nods.

Jiarine inquires, "Is a Living Canvas better than a dead one?"

Aureliano snaps to attention and crisply strikes his chest with a closed fist in a display of respect to Jaranzair.

Murstyr put a small linden seed in his felted wool coat.

Agathilea snaps to attention and crisply strikes her chest with a closed fist in a display of respect to Jaranzair.

Tikba glances appraisingly at Jiarine.

Speaking in Elven to Eruien, Uniana notes, "I am glad we got to see some of your talent before you left the Shining City."

Uniana glances at Jaranzair.

Eruien glances at his right arm.

Eruien nods at Uniana.

Uniana bows her head slightly as she drops into a deep, respectful curtsy.

Teveriel faces Jaranzair and smartly brings his right fist up to his chest.  Holding it there, he bows deeply.

Mistress Leisette just went north.

Murstyr nods at Jaranzair.

Murstyr says, "Thank you friend."

Jiarine smoothly asks, "I have never met a Living Canvas so that is a serious question.  What does one do?"

Karyion darkly says, "That does sound intriguing."

Phanna gathers the wide skirts of her woolen crepe dress in her hands and drops into a low curtsy while maintaining impeccable posture and grace.

Eruien shows Jiarine his intricately painted right arm.

Jiarine asks, "Can I throw paint all over and call it art?"

Murstyr reaches out and touches a compact bronze-mounted painting adorned at each corner with verdigris peacocks on an alabaster longboat.

Speaking to Jiarine, Eruien says, "I am used in a form of storytelling."

Avawren kneads at her forehead with the elegant fingers of one hand, her expression transitioning from exasperation to forced neutrality.

Uniana gazes with interest at Naevys.

Murstyr says, "Come friend, we can remember together."

Murstyr nods at Jaranzair.

Jaranzair nods slightly at Murstyr.

Eruien walks over to the bench and settles down.

Speaking to Eruien, Jiarine says, "Ah I understand... you are a prop."

Speaking to Jaranzair, Murstyr says, "I could use a drink or more."

Speaking to Jiarine, Eruien says, "A moving one."

Jaranzair nods at Murstyr.

Lord Murstyr's group just went west.