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Scorpion mount

2026-04-13T01:46:00Z

LUNATUNES: /* Special Ability */

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'''Scorpion''' mounts were released at [[Rumor Woods]] in 2026 as the eighth installment of available mounts. Scorpion mounts are summoned by a rattle, which is a [[summoning item]] that stores their information but is considered a separate item. Similar to [[horse mount]]s, there are three tiers of scorpion mounts: [[#Common|common]], [[#Uncommon|uncommon]], and [[#Rare|rare]]. There are some species- or coloration-based restrictions on which [[/available features|features]] are available through the [[RWShop:Ostler's Den|Ostler]], depending on the individual scorpion. Feature restrictions are strictly based on the scorpion's breed. As with other mounts, scorpions can be given a name visible to the owner with a [[Potion of Naming]], available at [[Evermore Hollow]]. Common scorpions can be unlocked to the uncommon tier via [[Uncommon Mount Foods]], expanding their verb messaging, ambient message, and available feature options.
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==Appearance==

=== Common ===
==== [[The_Silent_Watch:_Scorpions_of_Elanthia#Giant_Albino_Cave_Scorpion|giant albino cave scorpion]] ====
Almost colorless, the giant scorpion's [rugged] [bone white] carapace bears a [banded] pattern with a [subtle pink] tint. Two large, [crimson] median eyes are positioned centrally upon his cephalothorax, with several lateral eyes arrayed along his carapace to either side of his twitching mouthparts. The creature possesses ten limbs: four pairs of segmented walking legs and two large pedipalps that end in [thin-tipped] pincers. His [segmented] tail curves behind him and ends in a reddish telson with a curved stinger.
==== [[The_Silent_Watch:_Scorpions_of_Elanthia#Giant_Wastes_Scorpion|giant wastes scorpion]] ====
The giant scorpion's [ridged] [sable] carapace shades darker along his back and is [flecked] with [ash brown]. Two large, black eyes are positioned on either side of a narrow ridge in the center of his cephalothorax, with several more arrayed along the leading edges of his carapace to either side of his dark-tipped chelicerae. The creature possesses ten limbs: four pairs of segmented walking legs and two large pedipalps that end in [oversized] pincers. His [bristly] tail curves behind him and ends in a dark, bulbous telson with a curved stinger.

=== Uncommon ===
==== [[The_Silent_Watch:_Scorpions_of_Elanthia#Sandfinger|sandfinger]] ====
Sun-bleached, the [gargantuan] sandfinger's [pitted] [amber] carapace is an echo of the sands of the Sea of Fire, further [striated] in [dark umber]. Two small, [mottled brown] median eyes are positioned centrally upon his cephalothorax, with several lateral eyes arrayed along his carapace to either side of his dark-tipped mouthparts. The creature possesses ten limbs: four pairs of segmented walking legs and two large pedipalps that end in [sharply pointed] pincers. His [flattened] tail curves behind him and ends in a bulbous telson with a curved stinger.
==== [[The_Silent_Watch:_Scorpions_of_Elanthia#Black_Jungle_Scorpion|black jungle scorpion]] ====
The ash black hue of the [bulky] scorpion's [rough] carapace is [mottled] with [rust] and fades to a reddish hue along his underbelly. Two large, [russet] eyes are positioned in the center of his cephalothorax, with several more arrayed along the leading edges of his carapace to either side of his twitching chelicerae. The creature possesses ten limbs: four pairs of segmented walking legs and two large pedipalps that end in [bulbous] pincers. His [tapered] tail curves behind him and ends in a bulbous telson with a curved stinger.
==== [[The_Silent_Watch:_Scorpions_of_Elanthia#Greater_Painted_Whiptail|greater painted whiptail]] ====
Though the [gargantuan] whiptail's glossy carapace is a drab [pale grey], graduated hues of [pinkish orange] are [whorled] throughout the chitin as though painted upon it. Two small, [deep red] median eyes are positioned centrally upon his cephalothorax, with several lateral eyes arrayed along his carapace to either side of his glistening mouthparts. The creature possesses ten limbs: four pairs of segmented walking legs and two large pedipalps that end in [narrow] pincers. His [whip-thin] tail curves behind him and ends in a bulbous telson with a curved stinger.
=== Rare ===

==== [[The_Silent_Watch:_Scorpions_of_Elanthia#Vecdrae_Scythir|vecdrae scythir]] ====
A pattern of [sigils] marked in [silver] stands out starkly against the [massive] scorpion's [tuberculated] [oxblood red] chitin. A pair of large, [ebon] eyes are positioned centrally upon his cephalothorax, with dozens of lateral eyes arrayed along his carapace to either side of his oversized, serrated chelicerae. The creature possesses ten limbs: four pairs of segmented walking legs and two large pedipalps that end in [serrated] pincers. His [thick] tail curves behind him and ends in a bulbous telson with a curved stinger.

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Common mounts are the least expensive option when considering purchase. They are restricted to being either a giant albino cave scorpion or a giant wastes scorpion. They have some coloration-based limitations on their [[/available features|available features]] that are available through the [[RWShop:Ostler's Den|Ostler]].
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* giant albino cave scorpio
* giant wastes scorpion
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===Ambient Messages===
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{{itemtier 
|tier=Uncommon 
|itemsummary= 
Uncommon mounts are the second most expensive option when considering purchase. They have some coloration or species-based limitations on their [[/available features|available features]] that are available through the [[RWShop:Ostler's Den|Ostler]].
;Available Types
* sandfinger
* black jungle scorpion
* greater painted whiptail

Common scorpions can be unlocked to the uncommon tier via [[Uncommon Mount Foods]], expanding their verb messaging, ambient message, and available feature options.
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<small>''Note: Only the verbs differing from the common tier will be included below.''</small>
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===Ambients===
<pre{{log2}}>
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</pre>

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|tier=Rare 
|itemsummary= 
Rare mounts are the highest tier available for purchase and offer additional verbs unavailable at common or uncommon tiers. They are only available during their initial run, and are normally discontinued in concurrent runs. For 2026, the rare scorpion mount was '''a vecdrae scythir'''. Unlike some other rare mounts, the rare scorpion mount is not locked into its features or descriptions. It does have some coloration-based limitations on their [[/available features|available features]] that are available through the [[RWShop:Ostler's Den|Ostler]].
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<small>''Note: Only the verbs differing from the common and uncommon tiers will be included below.''</small>
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===Special Ability===

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The vecdrae scythir's rare ability is to leave behind **a crystallized dark granule** that has hallucinogenic properties. While some that consume this granule report positive affects, others have terrible outcomes and refuse to discuss what they saw.
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===Ambient Messages===
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</pre>

==Additional Information==
===Feeding Your Mount===
==See Also==
* Scorpion mount [[/available features|available features]]
* [[Summoning item]]
* [[Mount System]]
* [[Rumor Woods]]
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Ilyan Syndicate/Autumn at the Aerie

2025-11-16T16:05:46Z

LUNATUNES: Updated description for market

==History==
The Illithien Aerie was purchased by the [[Ilyan Syndicate]] in the year 5121 and extensively renovated over the course of several months, opening in the spring of 5122. Following an intimate series of soft openings, the Syndicate formally opened the Aerie in the Autumn of 5122 with an event series entitled [[Ilyan_Syndicate/Autumn_on_the_Mountain|Autumn on the Mountain]].

The [[Vincien (prime)|Illithien]] family of Ta'Ardenai graciously agreed to sell the disused estate to the Syndicate, and in our restoration process, led by [[Lucrecea_(prime)|Lucrecea]] Ruin Ardenai, great pains were taken to honor the history of the Aerie, whilst modernizing and refreshing it for use as a gathering place and cultural hub.

==Schedule==
In the year 5125, we reflect on the stories and tales that shape our world, our thoughts, and ourselves. Hosting the event in conjunction with the elven [[Elanthian Holidays/Autumnal Holidays#Hearth's Heart | Hearth's Heart]] holiday, the Ilyan Syndicate hopes to highlight how our lives are shaped by the tales we tell.

''All times Eastern''

{| {{prettytable}}
|- style="background:#CF7602; vertical-align: top; color:#660000"
! Time !!Event !!Host(s) !!Place!!Description
|-
!- style="background:#CF7602;" colspan="5";|Sunday, November 16th
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! 11am - 1pm
| Hearth's Heart Market
| Various
| Ta'Illistim, Linsandrych Var & Chancery District (#22352)
u13125001
| style="text-align:left"| The Ilyan Syndicate invites all artisans and crafters to set out their creations for sale in the Shining City's Chancery District and share tales while perusing wares.
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! 9:00pm
| Aerie Gala
| Ilyan Syndicate
| Illithien Aerie, Astrapia Hall (# 31369)
| style="text-align:left"| The third Aerie Gala: Join the Syndicate in closing out the weekend with a glittering evening of dance and grace in our mirrored Astrapia Hall. The theme of this year's gala is '''Visual Storytelling''' - embody a living tale and tell a sartorial story with your attire.
|}

==Previous Festivals==
'''Click to expand <span class="mw-customtoggle-2023sched" style="color:#0000ff">2023 schedule</span>.'''
<div class="mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" id="mw-customcollapsible-2023sched">
'''Saturday, September 16th and Sunday, September 17th'''

After the tumultuous year of 5123, the Syndicate is pleased to welcome all those interested in Elven culture back to its grounds this autumn as we reflect on a hoped for Return to Stability. In addition to the talks and events we have planned, a small art exhibition will be on display in our Petrel Parlor for your perusal and reflection.

''All times Eastern''

{| {{prettytable|background:##F6DDCC;height:15px;}}
|- style="background:#a64c3a; vertical-align: top; font-size: larger; color:#e0ab07;"
! Time !!Event !!Host(s) !!Place!!Description
|-
! style="background:#c99906; color:#872b09;" colspan="5"|Saturday, September 16th
|- style="text-align:center;background:#e6ca70"
! 2:00PM
| Ta'Illistim Museum Grand Opening
| Curator Zenlynn
| Museum Alerreth
| style="text-align:left"| The Ilyan Syndicate joins the Shining City in welcoming Curator Zenlynn's much-anticipated renovation and new exhibition at the Museum Alerreth.
|- style="text-align:center"
! 3:30PM
| Ilyan Gaming & Social Club
| [[Aendir | Aendir Silithyr]]
| Illithien Aerie, Woodstar Salon, (#31373)
| style="text-align:left"| A casual night of gambling and socializing in our cozy Salon overlooking Whistler's Pass Falls. Bring your silvers to take try your luck with the Aerie Slots, or plumb the depths of a mysterious darkbox! Prizes include selections from several wardrobes both locked and unlocked, jewelry, magic items, and more!
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! 5:00PM
| Cultured Correspondence
|[[Uniana]] Anduin
| Illithien Aerie, Woodstar Salon (# 31373)
| style="text-align:left"| A love letter to letters, stationery and mail. Learn how to make the most of your written correspondence and takeaway some articles to practice on.
|- style="text-align:center"
! 8:00PM
| Dance in Ta'Loenthra: The Elun Isille
| [[Elaejia]] Silithyr
| Illithien Aerie, Petrel Parlor (#31368)
| style="text-align:left"| Elaejia Silithyr will host a brief talk and class on the passionate dance traditions of Ta'Loenthra, and invites all to don their dancing shoes to learn a few steps.
|-
! style="background:#c99906; color:#872b09;" colspan="5"|Sunday, September 17th
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! 3:00PM
| Dance of the Birds: The Aewen Lilta
| [[Elanthian Elegance]]
| Illithien Aerie, Astrapia Hall (# 31369)
| style="text-align:left"| [[Rohese (prime)|Rohese]] Bayvel-Timbertree invites all to don their dancing shoes again as she hosts a brief introduction and class on the traditional dance of the Illistimi.
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! 7:00PM
| Aerie Gala
| Ilyan Syndicate
| Illithien Aerie, Astrapia Hall (# 31369)
| style="text-align:left"| The start of a new tradition - the second annual Aerie Gala. Join the Syndicate in closing out the weekend with a glittering evening of dance and grace in our mirrored Astrapia Hall.
|}
</div>

[[Category: Meeting Hall Organizations]]

Ilyan Syndicate/Autumn at the Aerie

2025-11-16T16:01:19Z

LUNATUNES: Updated market location

==History==
The Illithien Aerie was purchased by the [[Ilyan Syndicate]] in the year 5121 and extensively renovated over the course of several months, opening in the spring of 5122. Following an intimate series of soft openings, the Syndicate formally opened the Aerie in the Autumn of 5122 with an event series entitled [[Ilyan_Syndicate/Autumn_on_the_Mountain|Autumn on the Mountain]].

The [[Vincien (prime)|Illithien]] family of Ta'Ardenai graciously agreed to sell the disused estate to the Syndicate, and in our restoration process, led by [[Lucrecea_(prime)|Lucrecea]] Ruin Ardenai, great pains were taken to honor the history of the Aerie, whilst modernizing and refreshing it for use as a gathering place and cultural hub.

==Schedule==
In the year 5125, we reflect on the stories and tales that shape our world, our thoughts, and ourselves. Hosting the event in conjunction with the elven [[Elanthian Holidays/Autumnal Holidays#Hearth's Heart | Hearth's Heart]] holiday, the Ilyan Syndicate hopes to highlight how our lives are shaped by the tales we tell.

''All times Eastern''

{| {{prettytable}}
|- style="background:#CF7602; vertical-align: top; color:#660000"
! Time !!Event !!Host(s) !!Place!!Description
|-
!- style="background:#CF7602;" colspan="5";|Sunday, November 16th
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! 11am - 1pm
| Hearth's Heart Market
| Various
| Ta'Illistim, Linsandrych Var & Chancery District (#22352)
u13125001
| style="text-align:left"| The Ilyan Syndicate invites all artisans and crafters to set out their creations for sale in their picturesque Dragonspine courtyard.
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! 9:00pm
| Aerie Gala
| Ilyan Syndicate
| Illithien Aerie, Astrapia Hall (# 31369)
| style="text-align:left"| The third Aerie Gala: Join the Syndicate in closing out the weekend with a glittering evening of dance and grace in our mirrored Astrapia Hall. The theme of this year's gala is '''Visual Storytelling''' - embody a living tale and tell a sartorial story with your attire.
|}

==Previous Festivals==
'''Click to expand <span class="mw-customtoggle-2023sched" style="color:#0000ff">2023 schedule</span>.'''
<div class="mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" id="mw-customcollapsible-2023sched">
'''Saturday, September 16th and Sunday, September 17th'''

After the tumultuous year of 5123, the Syndicate is pleased to welcome all those interested in Elven culture back to its grounds this autumn as we reflect on a hoped for Return to Stability. In addition to the talks and events we have planned, a small art exhibition will be on display in our Petrel Parlor for your perusal and reflection.

''All times Eastern''

{| {{prettytable|background:##F6DDCC;height:15px;}}
|- style="background:#a64c3a; vertical-align: top; font-size: larger; color:#e0ab07;"
! Time !!Event !!Host(s) !!Place!!Description
|-
! style="background:#c99906; color:#872b09;" colspan="5"|Saturday, September 16th
|- style="text-align:center;background:#e6ca70"
! 2:00PM
| Ta'Illistim Museum Grand Opening
| Curator Zenlynn
| Museum Alerreth
| style="text-align:left"| The Ilyan Syndicate joins the Shining City in welcoming Curator Zenlynn's much-anticipated renovation and new exhibition at the Museum Alerreth.
|- style="text-align:center"
! 3:30PM
| Ilyan Gaming & Social Club
| [[Aendir | Aendir Silithyr]]
| Illithien Aerie, Woodstar Salon, (#31373)
| style="text-align:left"| A casual night of gambling and socializing in our cozy Salon overlooking Whistler's Pass Falls. Bring your silvers to take try your luck with the Aerie Slots, or plumb the depths of a mysterious darkbox! Prizes include selections from several wardrobes both locked and unlocked, jewelry, magic items, and more!
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! 5:00PM
| Cultured Correspondence
|[[Uniana]] Anduin
| Illithien Aerie, Woodstar Salon (# 31373)
| style="text-align:left"| A love letter to letters, stationery and mail. Learn how to make the most of your written correspondence and takeaway some articles to practice on.
|- style="text-align:center"
! 8:00PM
| Dance in Ta'Loenthra: The Elun Isille
| [[Elaejia]] Silithyr
| Illithien Aerie, Petrel Parlor (#31368)
| style="text-align:left"| Elaejia Silithyr will host a brief talk and class on the passionate dance traditions of Ta'Loenthra, and invites all to don their dancing shoes to learn a few steps.
|-
! style="background:#c99906; color:#872b09;" colspan="5"|Sunday, September 17th
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! 3:00PM
| Dance of the Birds: The Aewen Lilta
| [[Elanthian Elegance]]
| Illithien Aerie, Astrapia Hall (# 31369)
| style="text-align:left"| [[Rohese (prime)|Rohese]] Bayvel-Timbertree invites all to don their dancing shoes again as she hosts a brief introduction and class on the traditional dance of the Illistimi.
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! 7:00PM
| Aerie Gala
| Ilyan Syndicate
| Illithien Aerie, Astrapia Hall (# 31369)
| style="text-align:left"| The start of a new tradition - the second annual Aerie Gala. Join the Syndicate in closing out the weekend with a glittering evening of dance and grace in our mirrored Astrapia Hall.
|}
</div>

[[Category: Meeting Hall Organizations]]

Ilyan Syndicate/Autumn at the Aerie

2025-11-12T01:49:02Z

LUNATUNES: Added Market time, Changed Ball time

==History==
The Illithien Aerie was purchased by the [[Ilyan Syndicate]] in the year 5121 and extensively renovated over the course of several months, opening in the spring of 5122. Following an intimate series of soft openings, the Syndicate formally opened the Aerie in the Autumn of 5122 with an event series entitled [[Ilyan_Syndicate/Autumn_on_the_Mountain|Autumn on the Mountain]].

The [[Vincien (prime)|Illithien]] family of Ta'Ardenai graciously agreed to sell the disused estate to the Syndicate, and in our restoration process, led by [[Lucrecea_(prime)|Lucrecea]] Ruin Ardenai, great pains were taken to honor the history of the Aerie, whilst modernizing and refreshing it for use as a gathering place and cultural hub.

==Schedule==
In the year 5125, we reflect on the stories and tales that shape our world, our thoughts, and ourselves. Hosting the event in conjunction with the elven [[Elanthian Holidays/Autumnal Holidays#Hearth's Heart | Hearth's Heart]] holiday, the Ilyan Syndicate hopes to highlight how our lives are shaped by the tales we tell.

''All times Eastern''

{| {{prettytable}}
|- style="background:#CF7602; vertical-align: top; color:#660000"
! Time !!Event !!Host(s) !!Place!!Description
|-
!- style="background:#CF7602;" colspan="5";|Sunday, November 16th
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! 11am - 1pm
| Hearth's Heart Market
| Various
| Illithien Aerie Courtyard (# 31365)
| style="text-align:left"| The Ilyan Syndicate invites all artisans and crafters to set out their creations for sale in their picturesque Dragonspine courtyard.
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! 9:00pm
| Aerie Gala
| Ilyan Syndicate
| Illithien Aerie, Astrapia Hall (# 31369)
| style="text-align:left"| The third Aerie Gala: Join the Syndicate in closing out the weekend with a glittering evening of dance and grace in our mirrored Astrapia Hall. The theme of this year's gala is '''Visual Storytelling''' - embody a living tale and tell a sartorial story with your attire.
|}

==Previous Festivals==
'''Click to expand <span class="mw-customtoggle-2023sched" style="color:#0000ff">2023 schedule</span>.'''
<div class="mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" id="mw-customcollapsible-2023sched">
'''Saturday, September 16th and Sunday, September 17th'''

After the tumultuous year of 5123, the Syndicate is pleased to welcome all those interested in Elven culture back to its grounds this autumn as we reflect on a hoped for Return to Stability. In addition to the talks and events we have planned, a small art exhibition will be on display in our Petrel Parlor for your perusal and reflection.

''All times Eastern''

{| {{prettytable|background:##F6DDCC;height:15px;}}
|- style="background:#a64c3a; vertical-align: top; font-size: larger; color:#e0ab07;"
! Time !!Event !!Host(s) !!Place!!Description
|-
! style="background:#c99906; color:#872b09;" colspan="5"|Saturday, September 16th
|- style="text-align:center;background:#e6ca70"
! 2:00PM
| Ta'Illistim Museum Grand Opening
| Curator Zenlynn
| Museum Alerreth
| style="text-align:left"| The Ilyan Syndicate joins the Shining City in welcoming Curator Zenlynn's much-anticipated renovation and new exhibition at the Museum Alerreth.
|- style="text-align:center"
! 3:30PM
| Ilyan Gaming & Social Club
| [[Aendir | Aendir Silithyr]]
| Illithien Aerie, Woodstar Salon, (#31373)
| style="text-align:left"| A casual night of gambling and socializing in our cozy Salon overlooking Whistler's Pass Falls. Bring your silvers to take try your luck with the Aerie Slots, or plumb the depths of a mysterious darkbox! Prizes include selections from several wardrobes both locked and unlocked, jewelry, magic items, and more!
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! 5:00PM
| Cultured Correspondence
|[[Uniana]] Anduin
| Illithien Aerie, Woodstar Salon (# 31373)
| style="text-align:left"| A love letter to letters, stationery and mail. Learn how to make the most of your written correspondence and takeaway some articles to practice on.
|- style="text-align:center"
! 8:00PM
| Dance in Ta'Loenthra: The Elun Isille
| [[Elaejia]] Silithyr
| Illithien Aerie, Petrel Parlor (#31368)
| style="text-align:left"| Elaejia Silithyr will host a brief talk and class on the passionate dance traditions of Ta'Loenthra, and invites all to don their dancing shoes to learn a few steps.
|-
! style="background:#c99906; color:#872b09;" colspan="5"|Sunday, September 17th
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! 3:00PM
| Dance of the Birds: The Aewen Lilta
| [[Elanthian Elegance]]
| Illithien Aerie, Astrapia Hall (# 31369)
| style="text-align:left"| [[Rohese (prime)|Rohese]] Bayvel-Timbertree invites all to don their dancing shoes again as she hosts a brief introduction and class on the traditional dance of the Illistimi.
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! 7:00PM
| Aerie Gala
| Ilyan Syndicate
| Illithien Aerie, Astrapia Hall (# 31369)
| style="text-align:left"| The start of a new tradition - the second annual Aerie Gala. Join the Syndicate in closing out the weekend with a glittering evening of dance and grace in our mirrored Astrapia Hall.
|}
</div>

[[Category: Meeting Hall Organizations]]

Ilyan Syndicate/Autumn at the Aerie

2025-10-25T00:08:03Z

LUNATUNES:

==History==
The Illithien Aerie was purchased by the [[Ilyan Syndicate]] in the year 5121 and extensively renovated over the course of several months, opening in the spring of 5122. Following an intimate series of soft openings, the Syndicate formally opened the Aerie in the Autumn of 5122 with an event series entitled [[Ilyan_Syndicate/Autumn_on_the_Mountain|Autumn on the Mountain]].

The [[Vincien (prime)|Illithien]] family of Ta'Ardenai graciously agreed to sell the disused estate to the Syndicate, and in our restoration process, led by [[Lucrecea_(prime)|Lucrecea]] Ruin Ardenai, great pains were taken to honor the history of the Aerie, whilst modernizing and refreshing it for use as a gathering place and cultural hub.

==Schedule==
In the year 5125, we reflect on the stories and tales that shape our world, our thoughts, and ourselves. Hosting the event in conjunction with the elven [[Elanthian Holidays/Autumnal Holidays#Hearth's Heart | Hearth's Heart]] holiday, the Ilyan Syndicate hopes to highlight how our lives are shaped by the tales we tell.

''All times Eastern''

{| {{prettytable}}
|- style="background:#CF7602; vertical-align: top; color:#660000"
! Time !!Event !!Host(s) !!Place!!Description
|-
!- style="background:#CF7602;" colspan="5";|Sunday, November 16th
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! TBD
| Hearth's Heart Market
| Various
| Illithien Aerie Courtyard (# 31365)
| style="text-align:left"| The Ilyan Syndicate invites all artisans and crafters to set out their creations for sale in their picturesque Dragonspine courtyard.
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! 6:00pm
| Aerie Gala
| Ilyan Syndicate
| Illithien Aerie, Astrapia Hall (# 31369)
| style="text-align:left"| The third Aerie Gala: Join the Syndicate in closing out the weekend with a glittering evening of dance and grace in our mirrored Astrapia Hall. The theme of this year's gala is '''Visual Storytelling''' - embody a living tale and tell a sartorial story with your attire.
|}

==Previous Festivals==
'''Click to expand <span class="mw-customtoggle-2023sched" style="color:#0000ff">2023 schedule</span>.'''
<div class="mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" id="mw-customcollapsible-2023sched">
'''Saturday, September 16th and Sunday, September 17th'''

After the tumultuous year of 5123, the Syndicate is pleased to welcome all those interested in Elven culture back to its grounds this autumn as we reflect on a hoped for Return to Stability. In addition to the talks and events we have planned, a small art exhibition will be on display in our Petrel Parlor for your perusal and reflection.

''All times Eastern''

{| {{prettytable|background:##F6DDCC;height:15px;}}
|- style="background:#a64c3a; vertical-align: top; font-size: larger; color:#e0ab07;"
! Time !!Event !!Host(s) !!Place!!Description
|-
! style="background:#c99906; color:#872b09;" colspan="5"|Saturday, September 16th
|- style="text-align:center;background:#e6ca70"
! 2:00PM
| Ta'Illistim Museum Grand Opening
| Curator Zenlynn
| Museum Alerreth
| style="text-align:left"| The Ilyan Syndicate joins the Shining City in welcoming Curator Zenlynn's much-anticipated renovation and new exhibition at the Museum Alerreth.
|- style="text-align:center"
! 3:30PM
| Ilyan Gaming & Social Club
| [[Aendir | Aendir Silithyr]]
| Illithien Aerie, Woodstar Salon, (#31373)
| style="text-align:left"| A casual night of gambling and socializing in our cozy Salon overlooking Whistler's Pass Falls. Bring your silvers to take try your luck with the Aerie Slots, or plumb the depths of a mysterious darkbox! Prizes include selections from several wardrobes both locked and unlocked, jewelry, magic items, and more!
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! 5:00PM
| Cultured Correspondence
|[[Uniana]] Anduin
| Illithien Aerie, Woodstar Salon (# 31373)
| style="text-align:left"| A love letter to letters, stationery and mail. Learn how to make the most of your written correspondence and takeaway some articles to practice on.
|- style="text-align:center"
! 8:00PM
| Dance in Ta'Loenthra: The Elun Isille
| [[Elaejia]] Silithyr
| Illithien Aerie, Petrel Parlor (#31368)
| style="text-align:left"| Elaejia Silithyr will host a brief talk and class on the passionate dance traditions of Ta'Loenthra, and invites all to don their dancing shoes to learn a few steps.
|-
! style="background:#c99906; color:#872b09;" colspan="5"|Sunday, September 17th
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! 3:00PM
| Dance of the Birds: The Aewen Lilta
| [[Elanthian Elegance]]
| Illithien Aerie, Astrapia Hall (# 31369)
| style="text-align:left"| [[Rohese (prime)|Rohese]] Bayvel-Timbertree invites all to don their dancing shoes again as she hosts a brief introduction and class on the traditional dance of the Illistimi.
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! 7:00PM
| Aerie Gala
| Ilyan Syndicate
| Illithien Aerie, Astrapia Hall (# 31369)
| style="text-align:left"| The start of a new tradition - the second annual Aerie Gala. Join the Syndicate in closing out the weekend with a glittering evening of dance and grace in our mirrored Astrapia Hall.
|}
</div>

[[Category: Meeting Hall Organizations]]

Royal Arboretum

2025-10-20T16:24:33Z

LUNATUNES:

[[Image:TI-Royal-Arboretum-1680913070.png|thumb|right|Royal Arboretum Map]]
In the northeast quadrant of [[Ta'Illistim]] on Glamesine Var, a '''Royal Arboretum''' serves to delight the public with carefully cultivated botanical specimens. Workers enter the [[Rogue Guild (Ta'Illistim)|gold door on the side]], while a more colorful door leads to an entryway filled with artwork. The galleria opens into central botanical garden beneath faenor framing, which adjoins three conservation zones and their research laboratories. Student [[Feriae Enfiel]] of the Masters of Lore, under the guidance of botanist [[Vanathys]], completed the remodel. Additionally, an extensive menu is available for purchase in the botanical garden.

* Remember to bring money for entry (250 silvers) and refreshments.

{{RoomDescription
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|rnum= 709 (u13100057)
|desc=The var comes to an end in a little cul-de-sac, framed on three sides by white marble buildings, including the '''Ta'Illistim Royal Arboretum'''. A dwarf maoral tree sits near the '''Arboretum's''' doorway, hung with a silver lantern and shading a '''low bench'''.
|exits= south}}

{{Town shops
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|roomname=Royal Arboretum, Walkway
|desc=Vert-colored ivy entwines down the white marble columns framing the cobblestone walkway, the pale pillars affixed with latticed archways draped in the five-pointed leaves. Thin loops of vaalin wire hang high across the living ceiling, the opalescent hooks suspending colorful origami flora above several glowbark benches carved in whimsical fauna. Beyond the path sits a number of canopy-covered displays, the artwork framed by tall flora-filled planters set upon the well-manicured lawn. You also see a diminutive elven artisan.
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|sign=
}}

[[Category:Ta'Illistim]]

File:TI-Royal-Arboretum-1680913070.png

2025-10-20T16:20:27Z

LUNATUNES: Lich map of the Royal Arboretum in Ta'Illistim created by ~~~~.

== Summary ==
Lich map of the Royal Arboretum in Ta'Illistim created by [[User:LUNATUNES|LUNATUNES]] ([[User talk:LUNATUNES|talk]]) 11:20, 20 October 2025 (CDT).

Diminutive elven artisan

2025-10-20T16:13:03Z

LUNATUNES:

==Appearance==
<pre{{log3}}>Draped in a tool-sheathed apron of floriated wool, Tola stands beside the canopy-covered displays as she brushes her fingertips softly against the petal-layered cocoons.</pre>

==Questions==
===Keepsakes or Designs===
<pre{{log2}}>A diminutive elven artisan says, "I can create keepsakes to help you design your replicas of bugs, birds, or life aquatic, for a small fee of 5,000 silvers. You can ask me about NECKLACES, BRACELETS, RINGS, EARRINGS, PINS, and TRINKETS."</pre>

==Keepsake Designs===
<onlyinclude>===Necklaces===
<pre{{log2}}>A diminutive elven artisan says, "I'm happy to tell you about the variety of designs for necklaces that are available. Just ASK me ABOUT NECKLACES {#} if you see something you would like me to make for you."

1. a latticed silk choker centered with a teal-winged matte black hornet cameo
2. several wood-ringed necklaces interspersed with matte black hornet charms
3. a cloisonne blossom lariat necklace revealing a teal-winged matte black hornet
4. a gilt-dipped clamshell back pendant nestled with a teal-winged matte black hornet
5. a blackened iron neckchain forged from hornet-shaped links
6. a floriated ribbon necklet linked by hornet-inked porcelain tiles
7. a suede-strung matte black hornet locket
8. a teal-winged matte black hornet lavaliere framed in seed pearls
9. a sinew-strung hornet fetish carved from petrified wood
10. a layered hornet-motif wool scarf stitched in tonal threads</pre>

===Bracelets===
<pre{{log2}}>A diminutive elven artisan says, "I'm happy to tell you about the variety of designs for bracelets that are available. Just ASK me ABOUT BRACELETS {#} if you see something you would like me to make for you."

11. a stack of hornet-motif colorful cloisonne bangles
12. a filament-netted handflower graced by hornet-carved discs
13. a silk-netted wristlet of hornet-crafted beads
14. a leaf-framed faenor vine wristlet nestled with tiny matte black hornets
15. a duo of hornet-carved ghostwood cuffs awash in pearlescent lacquer
16. a long-knotted colorful thread bracelet interspersed with tiny origami hornets
17. a pale-lacquered cuff inset with hornet-painted panels
18. a thin-chained bronze bracelet radiating from a teal-winged matte black hornet
19. a branch-like ivory armlet perched with a teal-winged matte black hornet
20. a metal-framed matte black hornet affixed to an ironwood cuff</pre>

===Rings===
<pre{{log2}}>A diminutive elven artisan says, "I'm happy to tell you about the variety of designs for rings that are available. Just ASK me ABOUT RINGS {#} if you see something you would like me to make for you."

21. a ribbon-knotted ring threaded through a teal-winged matte black hornet charm
22. a glass-domed ring enclosing a teal-winged matte black hornet
23. a square brass signet embossed with a duo of hornets
24. a teal-winged matte black hornet ring carved from lacquered wood
25. a colorful glass ring forged into a teal-winged matte black hornet
26. a colorful glass band forged into a teal-winged matte black hornet
27. a moonstone cabochon ring inset with a trio of pearl hornets
28. a malachite cabochon ring grasped by onyx-cut hornets
29. a spoon-shaped silver ring perched with a tiny matte black hornet
30. a sun-bleached leather band inked with matte black hornets</pre>

===Earrings===
<pre{{log2}}>A diminutive elven artisan says, "I'm happy to tell you about the variety of designs for earrings that are available. Just ASK me ABOUT EARRINGS {#} if you see something you would like me to make for you."

31. a duo of long-chained matte black hornet earrings
32. a duo of iridescent bubble earrings encasing tiny matte black hornets
33. a curved scrimshaw earring etched in matte black hornets
34. a teacup-shaped earring cradling a teal-winged matte black hornet
35. a duo of ladder-chained earrings suspending hornet-inked tiles
36. a pair of vellum page-cut earrings inked with tiny matte black hornets
37. a duo of silk-tasseled matte black hornet earrings
38. a teal-winged matte black hornet earring crafted from polished steel
39. a teal-winged matte black hornet earring forged from blown glass
40. a tiny jar-shaped glass earring containing a teal-winged matte black hornet</pre>

===Pins===
<pre{{log2}}>A diminutive elven artisan says, "I'm happy to tell you about the variety of designs for pins that are available. Just ASK me ABOUT PINS {#} if you see something you would like me to make for you."

41. a trio of enamel buttons shaped into matte black hornets
42. a tiny hornet-shaped button crafted from colorful clay
43. a pair of glass-crafted matte black hornet cufflinks
44. a teal-winged matte black hornet lapel pin
45. a jewel-engulfed matte black hornet brooch
46. a chain-affixed monocle draped from a teal-winged matte black hornet lapel pin
47. a laurel-framed medallion wrought into a teal-winged matte black hornet
48. a lacquer-washed matte black hornet cameo
49. a filigree-framed duo of matte black hornet collar pins
50. an ornamental pauldron of hornet-forged metal</pre>

===Trinkets===
<pre{{log2}}>A diminutive elven artisan says, "I'm happy to tell you about the variety of designs for trinkets that are available. Just ASK me ABOUT TRINKETS {#} if you see something you would like me to make for you."

51. a palm-sized porcelain tile set with a teal-winged matte black hornet mosaic
52. a lacquered parchment bookmark covered in doodles of matte black hornets
53. a kaleidoscopic feather quill affixed to a narrow hornet-etched nib
54. a hand-painted porcelain thimble crafted into a teal-winged matte black hornet
55. a long walnut fork carved in tiny matte black hornets
56. a circular walnut spoon adorned with an enamel matte black hornet
57. a round and flat stone painted with a teal-winged matte black hornet
58. a rectangular parchment card depicting a hand-drawn matte black hornet
59. a moss-lined pale tea tin affixed with tiny origami hornets
60. a teal-winged matte black hornet carved from soapstone</pre></onlyinclude>

[[Category:Non-Player Characters]]

Diminutive elven artisan

2025-10-20T16:12:44Z

LUNATUNES: Created page with "{{work-in-progress}} ==Appearance== <pre{{log3}}>Draped in a tool-sheathed apron of floriated wool, Tola stands beside the canopy-covered displays as she brushes her fingertips softly against the petal-layered cocoons.</pre> ==Questions== ===Keepsakes or Designs=== <pre{{log2}}>A diminutive elven artisan says, "I can create keepsakes to help you design your replicas of bugs, birds, or life aquatic, for a small fee of 5,000 silvers. You can ask me about NECKLACES, BRACE..."

{{work-in-progress}}
==Appearance==
<pre{{log3}}>Draped in a tool-sheathed apron of floriated wool, Tola stands beside the canopy-covered displays as she brushes her fingertips softly against the petal-layered cocoons.</pre>

==Questions==
===Keepsakes or Designs===
<pre{{log2}}>A diminutive elven artisan says, "I can create keepsakes to help you design your replicas of bugs, birds, or life aquatic, for a small fee of 5,000 silvers. You can ask me about NECKLACES, BRACELETS, RINGS, EARRINGS, PINS, and TRINKETS."</pre>

==Keepsake Designs===
<onlyinclude>===Necklaces===
<pre{{log2}}>A diminutive elven artisan says, "I'm happy to tell you about the variety of designs for necklaces that are available. Just ASK me ABOUT NECKLACES {#} if you see something you would like me to make for you."

1. a latticed silk choker centered with a teal-winged matte black hornet cameo
2. several wood-ringed necklaces interspersed with matte black hornet charms
3. a cloisonne blossom lariat necklace revealing a teal-winged matte black hornet
4. a gilt-dipped clamshell back pendant nestled with a teal-winged matte black hornet
5. a blackened iron neckchain forged from hornet-shaped links
6. a floriated ribbon necklet linked by hornet-inked porcelain tiles
7. a suede-strung matte black hornet locket
8. a teal-winged matte black hornet lavaliere framed in seed pearls
9. a sinew-strung hornet fetish carved from petrified wood
10. a layered hornet-motif wool scarf stitched in tonal threads</pre>

===Bracelets===
<pre{{log2}}>A diminutive elven artisan says, "I'm happy to tell you about the variety of designs for bracelets that are available. Just ASK me ABOUT BRACELETS {#} if you see something you would like me to make for you."

11. a stack of hornet-motif colorful cloisonne bangles
12. a filament-netted handflower graced by hornet-carved discs
13. a silk-netted wristlet of hornet-crafted beads
14. a leaf-framed faenor vine wristlet nestled with tiny matte black hornets
15. a duo of hornet-carved ghostwood cuffs awash in pearlescent lacquer
16. a long-knotted colorful thread bracelet interspersed with tiny origami hornets
17. a pale-lacquered cuff inset with hornet-painted panels
18. a thin-chained bronze bracelet radiating from a teal-winged matte black hornet
19. a branch-like ivory armlet perched with a teal-winged matte black hornet
20. a metal-framed matte black hornet affixed to an ironwood cuff</pre>

===Rings===
<pre{{log2}}>A diminutive elven artisan says, "I'm happy to tell you about the variety of designs for rings that are available. Just ASK me ABOUT RINGS {#} if you see something you would like me to make for you."

21. a ribbon-knotted ring threaded through a teal-winged matte black hornet charm
22. a glass-domed ring enclosing a teal-winged matte black hornet
23. a square brass signet embossed with a duo of hornets
24. a teal-winged matte black hornet ring carved from lacquered wood
25. a colorful glass ring forged into a teal-winged matte black hornet
26. a colorful glass band forged into a teal-winged matte black hornet
27. a moonstone cabochon ring inset with a trio of pearl hornets
28. a malachite cabochon ring grasped by onyx-cut hornets
29. a spoon-shaped silver ring perched with a tiny matte black hornet
30. a sun-bleached leather band inked with matte black hornets</pre>

===Earrings===
<pre{{log2}}>A diminutive elven artisan says, "I'm happy to tell you about the variety of designs for earrings that are available. Just ASK me ABOUT EARRINGS {#} if you see something you would like me to make for you."

31. a duo of long-chained matte black hornet earrings
32. a duo of iridescent bubble earrings encasing tiny matte black hornets
33. a curved scrimshaw earring etched in matte black hornets
34. a teacup-shaped earring cradling a teal-winged matte black hornet
35. a duo of ladder-chained earrings suspending hornet-inked tiles
36. a pair of vellum page-cut earrings inked with tiny matte black hornets
37. a duo of silk-tasseled matte black hornet earrings
38. a teal-winged matte black hornet earring crafted from polished steel
39. a teal-winged matte black hornet earring forged from blown glass
40. a tiny jar-shaped glass earring containing a teal-winged matte black hornet</pre>

===Pins===
<pre{{log2}}>A diminutive elven artisan says, "I'm happy to tell you about the variety of designs for pins that are available. Just ASK me ABOUT PINS {#} if you see something you would like me to make for you."

41. a trio of enamel buttons shaped into matte black hornets
42. a tiny hornet-shaped button crafted from colorful clay
43. a pair of glass-crafted matte black hornet cufflinks
44. a teal-winged matte black hornet lapel pin
45. a jewel-engulfed matte black hornet brooch
46. a chain-affixed monocle draped from a teal-winged matte black hornet lapel pin
47. a laurel-framed medallion wrought into a teal-winged matte black hornet
48. a lacquer-washed matte black hornet cameo
49. a filigree-framed duo of matte black hornet collar pins
50. an ornamental pauldron of hornet-forged metal</pre>

===Trinkets===
<pre{{log2}}>A diminutive elven artisan says, "I'm happy to tell you about the variety of designs for trinkets that are available. Just ASK me ABOUT TRINKETS {#} if you see something you would like me to make for you."

51. a palm-sized porcelain tile set with a teal-winged matte black hornet mosaic
52. a lacquered parchment bookmark covered in doodles of matte black hornets
53. a kaleidoscopic feather quill affixed to a narrow hornet-etched nib
54. a hand-painted porcelain thimble crafted into a teal-winged matte black hornet
55. a long walnut fork carved in tiny matte black hornets
56. a circular walnut spoon adorned with an enamel matte black hornet
57. a round and flat stone painted with a teal-winged matte black hornet
58. a rectangular parchment card depicting a hand-drawn matte black hornet
59. a moss-lined pale tea tin affixed with tiny origami hornets
60. a teal-winged matte black hornet carved from soapstone</pre></onlyinclude>

[[Category:Non-Player Characters]]

Royal Arboretum

2025-10-19T17:48:28Z

LUNATUNES:

In the northeast quadrant of [[Ta'Illistim]] on Glamesine Var, a '''Royal Arboretum''' serves to delight the public with carefully cultivated botanical specimens. Workers enter the [[Rogue Guild (Ta'Illistim)|gold door on the side]], while a more colorful door leads to an entryway filled with artwork. The galleria opens into central botanical garden beneath faenor framing, which adjoins three conservation zones and their research laboratories. Student [[Feriae Enfiel]] of the Masters of Lore, under the guidance of botanist [[Vanathys]], completed the remodel. Additionally, an extensive menu is available for purchase in the botanical garden.

* Remember to bring money for entry (250 silvers) and refreshments.

{{RoomDescription
|roomname=Ta'Illistim, Glamesine Var
|rnum= 709 (u13100057)
|desc=The var comes to an end in a little cul-de-sac, framed on three sides by white marble buildings, including the '''Ta'Illistim Royal Arboretum'''. A dwarf maoral tree sits near the '''Arboretum's''' doorway, hung with a silver lantern and shading a '''low bench'''.
|exits= south}}

{{Town shops
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|specialtyshop=yes
|specialty=creating keepsakes from bugs, birds, and life aquatic creatures
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|npc=yes
|keepsakenpc=diminutive elven artisan
|roomname=Royal Arboretum, Walkway
|desc=Vert-colored ivy entwines down the white marble columns framing the cobblestone walkway, the pale pillars affixed with latticed archways draped in the five-pointed leaves. Thin loops of vaalin wire hang high across the living ceiling, the opalescent hooks suspending colorful origami flora above several glowbark benches carved in whimsical fauna. Beyond the path sits a number of canopy-covered displays, the artwork framed by tall flora-filled planters set upon the well-manicured lawn. You also see a diminutive elven artisan.
|realrnum=14022001
|exits=north
|sign=
}}

[[Category:Ta'Illistim]]

Elaejia (prime)

2025-09-28T19:01:23Z

LUNATUNES: /* Research Interests */

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|race= Elf
|culture= Loenthra
|class= [[Ranger]]
|profession= horticulturalist, aristocrat, artist
|religion= atheist (mostly)
|affiliations=[[Ilyan Syndicate]], [[House Sylvanfair]]
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|flaw= hot-tempered, standoffish
|strength= pragmatic, incisive
|weakness= repressed, avoidant
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|dislikes= sycophants
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|friend= none
|spouse= none
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'''Elaejia Silithyr''' is an [[Elf|elf]] originally from [[Ta'Loenthra]]. Daughter of Aeric and Irinjia Silithyr, she was born on the 14th of Fashanos, 4793. She was a bookish and introverted youth, but was encouraged by her socialite mother to come to enjoy society life. Following a disreputable incident, the Silithyr family retreated to their country estate in 5114. After spending several years closeted at the estate, she departed with her faithful Winedotter, Wilver, to join society circles outside of Ta'Loenthra, which was not disposed to accept Silithyrs.

Elaejia is an accomplished sculptor and calligrapher, and pursues varied related artistic endeavors. She occasionally offers private tutoring in the arts to students who show promise. She also maintains a botanical conservatory in the Silithyr Villa and studies magical dendrology and sylviculture.

Aendir and Elaejia [[Elaejia_(prime)/2025-02-23_-_Wedding_of_Aendir_and_Elaejia_(log) |married]] on 23rd Fashanos, 2025. She currently resides with her brother [[Jossarian]], and [[Aendir]] in [[Ta'Illistim]]. Since her arrival in Ta'Illistim, and being reunited with them, she has taken on a leadership role in the [[Ilyan Syndicate]], a group dedicated to furthering Elven culture. In addition, and under the influence of Aendir's sorcerous studies, her research interests have expanded to include the natural world at the conjunction between Elanith and the valences.

==Appearance==
:You see Lady Elaejia Silithyr Loenthra the Benefactress.
:She appears to be an Elf.
:She is moderately tall and has a muscled, but soft physique. She appears to have come of age. She has subtly tilted cobalt-violet eyes and rose-tinted fair skin. She has very long, silky caramel-brushed blonde hair pulled back from the temples into twinned fishtail braids and bound in a low chignon. She has a thin-boned, gracefully angular countenance, tapering to a softly pointed chin.

==Crest==
:Within a golden unified frame, a silver harp is set on a dark amethyst field. It is above a threaded needle piercing a columbine bloom. On the upper left, a slender stalk of purple gladiolus serves as the flourish, and flanking the harp to the lower left is a needlepoint pillow pierced by a sleek golden needle; to the right, a mosaic death mask.

==Artwork==
Elaejia took up textile artwork in her time spent at the Silithyr country estate. She sculpts in stone in her spare time, and has experimented with a variety of media since settling in the Shining City. She has become a patron of the [https://gswiki.play.net/Cairnfang_Manor#Solhaven_Grand_Art_Exhibit| Cairnfang Manor Grand Art Exhibit] and looks forward to participating each year.

Unfortunately her 5119 submission to the Grand Art Exhibit was lost to Western highwaymen on its way to Solhaven. In early 5020, the piece was recovered with the help of her cousin [[Aendir]] and was resubmitted to the same gallery exhibition, albeit via a more heavily guarded caravan:

* '''"Talador Will Rise" -- by Elaejia and Aendir Silithyr Loenthra'''
:an on pointe elven maiden statuette raising a squalling human child
:Garbed in airy, layered fabrics, the maiden displays flowing, gold-shot marble hair and a peacock feather pendant. With a look of satisfaction, she holds a human child, its face contorted in angry tears. She holds the toddler upward with implicit tenderness while he twists within her grasp. His eyes are inset with blue shimmarglin sapphires, the glint of the gem giving the illusion of tears. Fallen stones carved with illegible elven script comprise the base, her tiptoed posture heedless.
----

In the same exhibition in 5121, Elaejia and her cousin again cooperated on a submission, one that hearkens back to the culture of Ta'Loenthra. An example of a submission to the Chelboa Regatta, hosted every three years by the naval academy of the same name based in Ta'Loenthra. Participants in regatta, which occurs in the canals that criss-cross the city, ostensibly compete for coveted engineering and shipwrighting educations within the private academy, however it is also not uncommon for particularly beautiful pieces to result in invitations to several art academies of Ta'Loenthra as well. The regatta itself is a very popular affair, drawing large crowds to the bridges and spires of the city to cheer on their favored young builders.

* '''"Canal Hopper" -- by Elaejia and Aendir Silithyr Loenthra'''
:a double-hulled lacecut cypress faering
:Large enough for one or two children, the two layers of this small vessel's hull display careful attention to each detail. The grey-washed outer hull is a study in delicate laceworking, a motif of water lilies making use of more negative space than actual cypress wood. The lilac-tinted inner hull is stippled in pointille gold that echo the pattern, glinting in the ambient light. A pair of benches span the interior, and two gilt oar-rests rise from the gunwhales, carved in the shape of open-mouthed toads.
----

In 5122, the cousins opted to import an antiquity for display in the exhibition from their home of Ta'Loenthra: An example of a traditional Loenthran funerary mask, this piece represents the traditional wood and metalworking of the mortuary artists of the port city. The chief aim of such masks is to capture the essence of the deceased in symbolism and artistry. This mask memorializes Thalanil Phixisys Loenthra, a merchant captain and dedicated husband and father. While masks were often traditionally buried with the deceased, Captain Phixisys passed away at sea, and his memorial mask was kept by his family for generations before being endowed in trust to the Silithyr Mortuaem.

* '''A Loenthran Funerary Mask -- circa 4424'''
:a crested flame birch funerary mask
:An undulating grain pattern flows in ribbons toward the crest of this mask, evoking the ripples of a disturbed pond. The tranquil paternal visage is limned in gold, securing polished blue-green corals in whorls around the closed eyes and along the fine-boned cheeks. A broad demilunar crest arcs across the brow, extending into a gilt frieze displaying three coursed tableaus: a tiny empty canal boat trailing the wake of a galleon, a sunflower bowing to the sun in exaltation, and seahorse herding his young.
----

In 5123, Elaejia again took part in the Grand Art Exhibit of Cairnfang manor, this time with another politically inflected piece. To her great regret, due to pressing circumstances surrounding a lost business and patronage venture, she was unavoidably forced to miss the announcement that her piece was honored with the Best in Show distinction in this year.

* '''"In The Dark" -- by Elaejia Silithyr Loenthra'''
:a labradorite crucible sculpture
:The natural labradorescence of this stone sculpture shimmers with pavonated colors, appearing from different angles at once emerald, cobalt, and gold. Carved in the likeness of a detailed forge, complete with incised flames, it features a crucible and tongs, along with a die for shaping molten metals. On a nearby work surface, a collection of identical castings - an oil lamp shot through with cracks and gaping holes, clearly useless.
:'''☆ Best in Show, 5123 ☆'''
----
5124's submission to the Grand Art Exhibit was a followup to "In the Dark" partly inspired by the world events between the two exhibitions, and Elaejia's perspective on the same.

* '''"Into the Light" by Elaejia Silithyr Loenthra'''
:a pellucid glass celestial sphere
:Etched with filamentous linework, the transparent outer glass of the celestial sphere depicts the constellations of Elanthia, every star represented by the barest hint of a point, save one boldly etched as a starburst - the point of the Spire. Within the sphere, a telescope rests upon a smaller orb painted in terrestrial hues, pointed in the bold star's direction. However, the angle of the miniature horizon suggests that the Spire would not yet be visible through its lens.
:'''☆ Third Place, 5124 ☆'''
----
5125's submission to the Grand Art Exhibit took a new direction, inspired by Elaejia's experiences in the [[Hinterwilds]].

* '''"Wey Selan" by Elaejia Silithyr Loenthra'''
:a pyramidal wirework sculpture
:A dark armature suggests a fragmented, disjointed pyramid lashed throughout with a filamentous webwork of metal wires. Each wire is drawn from a different ore - copper, faenor, vaalin, laje, and more - each metal lending its unique color to the three-dimensional tapestry. In the center of the piece, a hammered disc hangs suspended perfectly level, vibrating with nearby footfalls, casting chaotic refractions of light from its hammered surface across the polished filaments surrounding it.
:'''☆ Second Place, 5125 ☆'''
----
==Research Interests==
Elaejia's research interests include folklore, [[Cosmology |cosmology]], botany and arcanobotany, as well as elven history and cultural practices. The liminal spaces where there is overlap between those subjects are of particular interest to her.

* [[2022-12-04_Botanical_Research_Presentation_(log) |Fungi of the Broken Lands]]
* [[Valley_of_Gold/Tales_of_the_Argent_Mirrors_(log) | Contextualizing Artwork - The Rhyme Royal]]
* [[Desire of the Moons: The Elun Isille (essay)|Desire of the Moons: The Elun Isille]]
* [[Mist Harbor Library Lectures - 2024-03-03 - On Folklore and Oral Histories (log)|On Folklore and Oral Histories]]
* [[Botanical_Symposium/2025-07-26_-_Ta%27Illistim_Botanical_Symposium_(log)#Lost_Arts:_Healing_Secrets_of_Ardenai_Folklore_--_Lady_Elaejia_Silithyr|Lost Arts: Healing Secrets of Ardenai Folklore]]

==Vignettes & Errata==
{{Special:PrefixIndex/Elaejia_(prime)/}}

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[[Category: Elf player characters]]
[[Category: Ta'Illistim player characters]]

Elaejia (prime)

2025-09-06T20:45:23Z

LUNATUNES: /* Research Interests */ added Botanical symposium link

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|class= [[Ranger]]
|profession= horticulturalist, aristocrat, artist
|religion= atheist (mostly)
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'''Elaejia Silithyr''' is an [[Elf|elf]] originally from [[Ta'Loenthra]]. Daughter of Aeric and Irinjia Silithyr, she was born on the 14th of Fashanos, 4793. She was a bookish and introverted youth, but was encouraged by her socialite mother to come to enjoy society life. Following a disreputable incident, the Silithyr family retreated to their country estate in 5114. After spending several years closeted at the estate, she departed with her faithful Winedotter, Wilver, to join society circles outside of Ta'Loenthra, which was not disposed to accept Silithyrs.

Elaejia is an accomplished sculptor and calligrapher, and pursues varied related artistic endeavors. She occasionally offers private tutoring in the arts to students who show promise. She also maintains a botanical conservatory in the Silithyr Villa and studies magical dendrology and sylviculture.

Aendir and Elaejia [[Elaejia_(prime)/2025-02-23_-_Wedding_of_Aendir_and_Elaejia_(log) |married]] on 23rd Fashanos, 2025. She currently resides with her brother [[Jossarian]], and [[Aendir]] in [[Ta'Illistim]]. Since her arrival in Ta'Illistim, and being reunited with them, she has taken on a leadership role in the [[Ilyan Syndicate]], a group dedicated to furthering Elven culture. In addition, and under the influence of Aendir's sorcerous studies, her research interests have expanded to include the natural world at the conjunction between Elanith and the valences.

==Appearance==
:You see Lady Elaejia Silithyr Loenthra the Benefactress.
:She appears to be an Elf.
:She is moderately tall and has a muscled, but soft physique. She appears to have come of age. She has subtly tilted cobalt-violet eyes and rose-tinted fair skin. She has very long, silky caramel-brushed blonde hair pulled back from the temples into twinned fishtail braids and bound in a low chignon. She has a thin-boned, gracefully angular countenance, tapering to a softly pointed chin.

==Crest==
:Within a golden unified frame, a silver harp is set on a dark amethyst field. It is above a threaded needle piercing a columbine bloom. On the upper left, a slender stalk of purple gladiolus serves as the flourish, and flanking the harp to the lower left is a needlepoint pillow pierced by a sleek golden needle; to the right, a mosaic death mask.

==Artwork==
Elaejia took up textile artwork in her time spent at the Silithyr country estate. She sculpts in stone in her spare time, and has experimented with a variety of media since settling in the Shining City. She has become a patron of the [https://gswiki.play.net/Cairnfang_Manor#Solhaven_Grand_Art_Exhibit| Cairnfang Manor Grand Art Exhibit] and looks forward to participating each year.

Unfortunately her 5119 submission to the Grand Art Exhibit was lost to Western highwaymen on its way to Solhaven. In early 5020, the piece was recovered with the help of her cousin [[Aendir]] and was resubmitted to the same gallery exhibition, albeit via a more heavily guarded caravan:

* '''"Talador Will Rise" -- by Elaejia and Aendir Silithyr Loenthra'''
:an on pointe elven maiden statuette raising a squalling human child
:Garbed in airy, layered fabrics, the maiden displays flowing, gold-shot marble hair and a peacock feather pendant. With a look of satisfaction, she holds a human child, its face contorted in angry tears. She holds the toddler upward with implicit tenderness while he twists within her grasp. His eyes are inset with blue shimmarglin sapphires, the glint of the gem giving the illusion of tears. Fallen stones carved with illegible elven script comprise the base, her tiptoed posture heedless.
----

In the same exhibition in 5121, Elaejia and her cousin again cooperated on a submission, one that hearkens back to the culture of Ta'Loenthra. An example of a submission to the Chelboa Regatta, hosted every three years by the naval academy of the same name based in Ta'Loenthra. Participants in regatta, which occurs in the canals that criss-cross the city, ostensibly compete for coveted engineering and shipwrighting educations within the private academy, however it is also not uncommon for particularly beautiful pieces to result in invitations to several art academies of Ta'Loenthra as well. The regatta itself is a very popular affair, drawing large crowds to the bridges and spires of the city to cheer on their favored young builders.

* '''"Canal Hopper" -- by Elaejia and Aendir Silithyr Loenthra'''
:a double-hulled lacecut cypress faering
:Large enough for one or two children, the two layers of this small vessel's hull display careful attention to each detail. The grey-washed outer hull is a study in delicate laceworking, a motif of water lilies making use of more negative space than actual cypress wood. The lilac-tinted inner hull is stippled in pointille gold that echo the pattern, glinting in the ambient light. A pair of benches span the interior, and two gilt oar-rests rise from the gunwhales, carved in the shape of open-mouthed toads.
----

In 5122, the cousins opted to import an antiquity for display in the exhibition from their home of Ta'Loenthra: An example of a traditional Loenthran funerary mask, this piece represents the traditional wood and metalworking of the mortuary artists of the port city. The chief aim of such masks is to capture the essence of the deceased in symbolism and artistry. This mask memorializes Thalanil Phixisys Loenthra, a merchant captain and dedicated husband and father. While masks were often traditionally buried with the deceased, Captain Phixisys passed away at sea, and his memorial mask was kept by his family for generations before being endowed in trust to the Silithyr Mortuaem.

* '''A Loenthran Funerary Mask -- circa 4424'''
:a crested flame birch funerary mask
:An undulating grain pattern flows in ribbons toward the crest of this mask, evoking the ripples of a disturbed pond. The tranquil paternal visage is limned in gold, securing polished blue-green corals in whorls around the closed eyes and along the fine-boned cheeks. A broad demilunar crest arcs across the brow, extending into a gilt frieze displaying three coursed tableaus: a tiny empty canal boat trailing the wake of a galleon, a sunflower bowing to the sun in exaltation, and seahorse herding his young.
----

In 5123, Elaejia again took part in the Grand Art Exhibit of Cairnfang manor, this time with another politically inflected piece. To her great regret, due to pressing circumstances surrounding a lost business and patronage venture, she was unavoidably forced to miss the announcement that her piece was honored with the Best in Show distinction in this year.

* '''"In The Dark" -- by Elaejia Silithyr Loenthra'''
:a labradorite crucible sculpture
:The natural labradorescence of this stone sculpture shimmers with pavonated colors, appearing from different angles at once emerald, cobalt, and gold. Carved in the likeness of a detailed forge, complete with incised flames, it features a crucible and tongs, along with a die for shaping molten metals. On a nearby work surface, a collection of identical castings - an oil lamp shot through with cracks and gaping holes, clearly useless.
:'''☆ Best in Show, 5123 ☆'''
----
5124's submission to the Grand Art Exhibit was a followup to "In the Dark" partly inspired by the world events between the two exhibitions, and Elaejia's perspective on the same.

* '''"Into the Light" by Elaejia Silithyr Loenthra'''
:a pellucid glass celestial sphere
:Etched with filamentous linework, the transparent outer glass of the celestial sphere depicts the constellations of Elanthia, every star represented by the barest hint of a point, save one boldly etched as a starburst - the point of the Spire. Within the sphere, a telescope rests upon a smaller orb painted in terrestrial hues, pointed in the bold star's direction. However, the angle of the miniature horizon suggests that the Spire would not yet be visible through its lens.
:'''☆ Third Place, 5124 ☆'''
----
5125's submission to the Grand Art Exhibit took a new direction, inspired by Elaejia's experiences in the [[Hinterwilds]].

* '''"Wey Selan" by Elaejia Silithyr Loenthra'''
:a pyramidal wirework sculpture
:A dark armature suggests a fragmented, disjointed pyramid lashed throughout with a filamentous webwork of metal wires. Each wire is drawn from a different ore - copper, faenor, vaalin, laje, and more - each metal lending its unique color to the three-dimensional tapestry. In the center of the piece, a hammered disc hangs suspended perfectly level, vibrating with nearby footfalls, casting chaotic refractions of light from its hammered surface across the polished filaments surrounding it.
:'''☆ Second Place, 5125 ☆'''
----
==Research Interests==
* [[2022-12-04_Botanical_Research_Presentation_(log) |Fungi of the Broken Lands]]
* [[Valley_of_Gold/Tales_of_the_Argent_Mirrors_(log) | Contextualizing Artwork - The Rhyme Royal]]
* [[Desire of the Moons: The Elun Isille (essay)|Desire of the Moons: The Elun Isille]]
* [[Mist Harbor Library Lectures - 2024-03-03 - On Folklore and Oral Histories (log)|On Folklore and Oral Histories]]
* [[Botanical_Symposium/2025-07-26_-_Ta%27Illistim_Botanical_Symposium_(log)#Lost_Arts:_Healing_Secrets_of_Ardenai_Folklore_--_Lady_Elaejia_Silithyr|Lost Arts: Healing Secrets of Ardenai Folklore]]

==Vignettes & Errata==
{{Special:PrefixIndex/Elaejia_(prime)/}}

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[[Category: Prime player characters]]
[[Category: Elf player characters]]
[[Category: Ta'Illistim player characters]]

Ilyan Syndicate/Autumn at the Aerie

2025-09-05T14:21:18Z

LUNATUNES: added comments to table setup

==History==
The Illithien Aerie was purchased by the [[Ilyan Syndicate]] in the year 5121 and extensively renovated over the course of several months, opening in the spring of 5122. Following an intimate series of soft openings, the Syndicate formally opened the Aerie in the Autumn of 5122 with an event series entitled [[Ilyan_Syndicate/Autumn_on_the_Mountain|Autumn on the Mountain]].

The [[Vincien (prime)|Illithien]] family of Ta'Ardenai graciously agreed to sell the disused estate to the Syndicate, and in our restoration process, led by [[Lucrecea_(prime)|Lucrecea]] Ruin Ardenai, great pains were taken to honor the history of the Aerie, whilst modernizing and refreshing it for use as a gathering place and cultural hub.

==Schedule==
In the year 5125, we reflect on the stories and tales that shape our world, our thoughts, and ourselves. Hosting the event in conjunction with the elven [[Elanthian Holidays/Autumnal Holidays#Hearth's Heart | Hearth's Heart]] holiday, the Ilyan Syndicate hopes to highlight how our lives are shaped by the tales we tell.

''All times Eastern''

{| {{prettytable|background:##F6DDCC;height:15px;}}
|- style="background:#a64c3a; vertical-align: top; font-size: larger; color:#e0ab07;"
! Time !!Event !!Host(s) !!Place!!Description
|-
! style="background:#c99906; color:#872b09;" colspan="5"|Saturday, November 15th
|-

|- style="text-align:center; font-style:italic" 
! Time
| Event title
| Host
| Location (Lich#)
| style="text-align:left"| Event description
|- 
|- style="text-align:center"
! TBD
| Hearth's Heart Market
| Various
| Illithien Aerie Courtyard (# 31365)
| style="text-align:left"| The Ilyan Syndicate invites all artisans and crafters to set out their creations for sale in their picturesque Dragonspine courtyard.
|-
! style="background:#c99906; color:#872b09;" colspan="5"|Sunday, November 16th
|-

|- style="text-align:center; font-style:italic" 
! Time
| Event title
| Host
| Location (Lich#)
| style="text-align:left"| Event description
|- 
|- style="text-align:center"
! 6:00pm
| Aerie Gala
| Ilyan Syndicate
| Illithien Aerie, Astrapia Hall (# 31369)
| style="text-align:left"| The third Aerie Gala: Join the Syndicate in closing out the weekend with a glittering evening of dance and grace in our mirrored Astrapia Hall. The theme of this year's gala is '''Visual Storytelling''' - embody a living tale and tell a sartorial story with your attire.
|}

==Previous Festivals==
'''Click to expand <span class="mw-customtoggle-2023sched" style="color:#0000ff">2023 schedule</span>.'''
<div class="mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" id="mw-customcollapsible-2023sched">
'''Saturday, September 16th and Sunday, September 17th'''

After the tumultuous year of 5123, the Syndicate is pleased to welcome all those interested in Elven culture back to its grounds this autumn as we reflect on a hoped for Return to Stability. In addition to the talks and events we have planned, a small art exhibition will be on display in our Petrel Parlor for your perusal and reflection.

''All times Eastern''

{| {{prettytable|background:##F6DDCC;height:15px;}}
|- style="background:#a64c3a; vertical-align: top; font-size: larger; color:#e0ab07;"
! Time !!Event !!Host(s) !!Place!!Description
|-
! style="background:#c99906; color:#872b09;" colspan="5"|Saturday, September 16th
|- style="text-align:center;background:#e6ca70"
! 2:00PM
| Ta'Illistim Museum Grand Opening
| Curator Zenlynn
| Museum Alerreth
| style="text-align:left"| The Ilyan Syndicate joins the Shining City in welcoming Curator Zenlynn's much-anticipated renovation and new exhibition at the Museum Alerreth.
|- style="text-align:center"
! 3:30PM
| Ilyan Gaming & Social Club
| [[Aendir | Aendir Silithyr]]
| Illithien Aerie, Woodstar Salon, (#31373)
| style="text-align:left"| A casual night of gambling and socializing in our cozy Salon overlooking Whistler's Pass Falls. Bring your silvers to take try your luck with the Aerie Slots, or plumb the depths of a mysterious darkbox! Prizes include selections from several wardrobes both locked and unlocked, jewelry, magic items, and more!
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! 5:00PM
| Cultured Correspondence
|[[Uniana]] Anduin
| Illithien Aerie, Woodstar Salon (# 31373)
| style="text-align:left"| A love letter to letters, stationery and mail. Learn how to make the most of your written correspondence and takeaway some articles to practice on.
|- style="text-align:center"
! 8:00PM
| Dance in Ta'Loenthra: The Elun Isille
| [[Elaejia]] Silithyr
| Illithien Aerie, Petrel Parlor (#31368)
| style="text-align:left"| Elaejia Silithyr will host a brief talk and class on the passionate dance traditions of Ta'Loenthra, and invites all to don their dancing shoes to learn a few steps.
|-
! style="background:#c99906; color:#872b09;" colspan="5"|Sunday, September 17th
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! 3:00PM
| Dance of the Birds: The Aewen Lilta
| [[Elanthian Elegance]]
| Illithien Aerie, Astrapia Hall (# 31369)
| style="text-align:left"| [[Rohese (prime)|Rohese]] Bayvel-Timbertree invites all to don their dancing shoes again as she hosts a brief introduction and class on the traditional dance of the Illistimi.
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! 7:00PM
| Aerie Gala
| Ilyan Syndicate
| Illithien Aerie, Astrapia Hall (# 31369)
| style="text-align:left"| The start of a new tradition - the second annual Aerie Gala. Join the Syndicate in closing out the weekend with a glittering evening of dance and grace in our mirrored Astrapia Hall.
|}
</div>

[[Category: Meeting Hall Organizations]]

Ilyan Syndicate/Autumn at the Aerie

2025-09-05T03:44:00Z

LUNATUNES:

==History==
The Illithien Aerie was purchased by the [[Ilyan Syndicate]] in the year 5121 and extensively renovated over the course of several months, opening in the spring of 5122. Following an intimate series of soft openings, the Syndicate formally opened the Aerie in the Autumn of 5122 with an event series entitled [[Ilyan_Syndicate/Autumn_on_the_Mountain|Autumn on the Mountain]].

The [[Vincien (prime)|Illithien]] family of Ta'Ardenai graciously agreed to sell the disused estate to the Syndicate, and in our restoration process, led by [[Lucrecea_(prime)|Lucrecea]] Ruin Ardenai, great pains were taken to honor the history of the Aerie, whilst modernizing and refreshing it for use as a gathering place and cultural hub.

==Schedule==
In the year 5125, we reflect on the stories and tales that shape our world, our thoughts, and ourselves. Hosting the event in conjunction with the elven [[Elanthian Holidays/Autumnal Holidays#Hearth's Heart | Hearth's Heart]] holiday, the Ilyan Syndicate hopes to highlight how our lives are shaped by the tales we tell.

''All times Eastern''

{| {{prettytable|background:##F6DDCC;height:15px;}}
|- style="background:#a64c3a; vertical-align: top; font-size: larger; color:#e0ab07;"
! Time !!Event !!Host(s) !!Place!!Description
|-
! style="background:#c99906; color:#872b09;" colspan="5"|Saturday, November 15th
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! Time
| Event title
| Host
| Location (Lich#)
| style="text-align:left"| Event description
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! TBD
| Hearth's Heart Market
| Various
| Illithien Aerie Courtyard (# 31365)
| style="text-align:left"| The Ilyan Syndicate invites all artisans and crafters to set out their creations for sale in their picturesque Dragonspine courtyard.
|-
! style="background:#c99906; color:#872b09;" colspan="5"|Sunday, November 16th
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! Time
| Event title
| Host
| Location (Lich#)
| style="text-align:left"| Event description
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! 6:00pm
| Aerie Gala
| Ilyan Syndicate
| Illithien Aerie, Astrapia Hall (# 31369)
| style="text-align:left"| The third Aerie Gala: Join the Syndicate in closing out the weekend with a glittering evening of dance and grace in our mirrored Astrapia Hall. The theme of this year's gala is '''Visual Storytelling''' - embody a living tale and tell a sartorial story with your attire.
|}

==Previous Festivals==
'''Click to expand <span class="mw-customtoggle-2023sched" style="color:#0000ff">2023 schedule</span>.'''
<div class="mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" id="mw-customcollapsible-2023sched">
'''Saturday, September 16th and Sunday, September 17th'''

After the tumultuous year of 5123, the Syndicate is pleased to welcome all those interested in Elven culture back to its grounds this autumn as we reflect on a hoped for Return to Stability. In addition to the talks and events we have planned, a small art exhibition will be on display in our Petrel Parlor for your perusal and reflection.

''All times Eastern''

{| {{prettytable|background:##F6DDCC;height:15px;}}
|- style="background:#a64c3a; vertical-align: top; font-size: larger; color:#e0ab07;"
! Time !!Event !!Host(s) !!Place!!Description
|-
! style="background:#c99906; color:#872b09;" colspan="5"|Saturday, September 16th
|- style="text-align:center;background:#e6ca70"
! 2:00PM
| Ta'Illistim Museum Grand Opening
| Curator Zenlynn
| Museum Alerreth
| style="text-align:left"| The Ilyan Syndicate joins the Shining City in welcoming Curator Zenlynn's much-anticipated renovation and new exhibition at the Museum Alerreth.
|- style="text-align:center"
! 3:30PM
| Ilyan Gaming & Social Club
| [[Aendir | Aendir Silithyr]]
| Illithien Aerie, Woodstar Salon, (#31373)
| style="text-align:left"| A casual night of gambling and socializing in our cozy Salon overlooking Whistler's Pass Falls. Bring your silvers to take try your luck with the Aerie Slots, or plumb the depths of a mysterious darkbox! Prizes include selections from several wardrobes both locked and unlocked, jewelry, magic items, and more!
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! 5:00PM
| Cultured Correspondence
|[[Uniana]] Anduin
| Illithien Aerie, Woodstar Salon (# 31373)
| style="text-align:left"| A love letter to letters, stationery and mail. Learn how to make the most of your written correspondence and takeaway some articles to practice on.
|- style="text-align:center"
! 8:00PM
| Dance in Ta'Loenthra: The Elun Isille
| [[Elaejia]] Silithyr
| Illithien Aerie, Petrel Parlor (#31368)
| style="text-align:left"| Elaejia Silithyr will host a brief talk and class on the passionate dance traditions of Ta'Loenthra, and invites all to don their dancing shoes to learn a few steps.
|-
! style="background:#c99906; color:#872b09;" colspan="5"|Sunday, September 17th
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! 3:00PM
| Dance of the Birds: The Aewen Lilta
| [[Elanthian Elegance]]
| Illithien Aerie, Astrapia Hall (# 31369)
| style="text-align:left"| [[Rohese (prime)|Rohese]] Bayvel-Timbertree invites all to don their dancing shoes again as she hosts a brief introduction and class on the traditional dance of the Illistimi.
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! 7:00PM
| Aerie Gala
| Ilyan Syndicate
| Illithien Aerie, Astrapia Hall (# 31369)
| style="text-align:left"| The start of a new tradition - the second annual Aerie Gala. Join the Syndicate in closing out the weekend with a glittering evening of dance and grace in our mirrored Astrapia Hall.
|}
</div>

[[Category: Meeting Hall Organizations]]

Ilyan Syndicate/Autumn at the Aerie

2025-09-05T03:41:48Z

LUNATUNES: Updated description.

==History==
The Illithien Aerie was purchased by the [[Ilyan Syndicate]] in the year 5121 and extensively renovated over the course of several months, opening in the spring of 5122. Following an intimate series of soft openings, the Syndicate formally opened the Aerie in the Autumn of 5122 with an event series entitled [[Ilyan_Syndicate/Autumn_on_the_Mountain|Autumn on the Mountain]].

The [[Vincien (prime)|Illithien]] family of Ta'Ardenai graciously agreed to sell the disused estate to the Syndicate, and in our restoration process, led by [[Lucrecea_(prime)|Lucrecea]] Ruin Ardenai, great pains were taken to honor the history of the Aerie, whilst modernizing and refreshing it for use as a gathering place and cultural hub.

In the year 5125, we reflect on the stories and tales that shape our world, our thoughts, and ourselves. Hosting the event in conjunction with the [Hearth's Heart | [[Elanthian Holidays/Autumnal Holidays#Hearth's Heart]]] holiday, the Ilyan Syndicate hopes to highlight how our lives are shaped by the tales we tell.

==Schedule==
''All times Eastern''

{| {{prettytable|background:##F6DDCC;height:15px;}}
|- style="background:#a64c3a; vertical-align: top; font-size: larger; color:#e0ab07;"
! Time !!Event !!Host(s) !!Place!!Description
|-
! style="background:#c99906; color:#872b09;" colspan="5"|Saturday, November 15th
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! Time
| Event title
| Host
| Location (Lich#)
| style="text-align:left"| Event description
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! TBD
| Hearth's Heart Market
| Various
| Illithien Aerie Courtyard (# 31365)
| style="text-align:left"| The Ilyan Syndicate invites all artisans and crafters to set out their creations for sale in their picturesque Dragonspine courtyard.
|-
! style="background:#c99906; color:#872b09;" colspan="5"|Sunday, November 16th
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! Time
| Event title
| Host
| Location (Lich#)
| style="text-align:left"| Event description
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! 6:00pm
| Aerie Gala
| Ilyan Syndicate
| Illithien Aerie, Astrapia Hall (# 31369)
| style="text-align:left"| The third Aerie Gala: Join the Syndicate in closing out the weekend with a glittering evening of dance and grace in our mirrored Astrapia Hall. The theme of this year's gala is '''Visual Storytelling''' - embody a living tale and tell a sartorial story with your attire.
|}

==Previous Festivals==
'''Click to expand <span class="mw-customtoggle-2023sched" style="color:#0000ff">2023 schedule</span>.'''
<div class="mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" id="mw-customcollapsible-2023sched">
'''Saturday, September 16th and Sunday, September 17th'''

After the tumultuous year of 5123, the Syndicate is pleased to welcome all those interested in Elven culture back to its grounds this autumn as we reflect on a hoped for Return to Stability. In addition to the talks and events we have planned, a small art exhibition will be on display in our Petrel Parlor for your perusal and reflection.

''All times Eastern''

{| {{prettytable|background:##F6DDCC;height:15px;}}
|- style="background:#a64c3a; vertical-align: top; font-size: larger; color:#e0ab07;"
! Time !!Event !!Host(s) !!Place!!Description
|-
! style="background:#c99906; color:#872b09;" colspan="5"|Saturday, September 16th
|- style="text-align:center;background:#e6ca70"
! 2:00PM
| Ta'Illistim Museum Grand Opening
| Curator Zenlynn
| Museum Alerreth
| style="text-align:left"| The Ilyan Syndicate joins the Shining City in welcoming Curator Zenlynn's much-anticipated renovation and new exhibition at the Museum Alerreth.
|- style="text-align:center"
! 3:30PM
| Ilyan Gaming & Social Club
| [[Aendir | Aendir Silithyr]]
| Illithien Aerie, Woodstar Salon, (#31373)
| style="text-align:left"| A casual night of gambling and socializing in our cozy Salon overlooking Whistler's Pass Falls. Bring your silvers to take try your luck with the Aerie Slots, or plumb the depths of a mysterious darkbox! Prizes include selections from several wardrobes both locked and unlocked, jewelry, magic items, and more!
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! 5:00PM
| Cultured Correspondence
|[[Uniana]] Anduin
| Illithien Aerie, Woodstar Salon (# 31373)
| style="text-align:left"| A love letter to letters, stationery and mail. Learn how to make the most of your written correspondence and takeaway some articles to practice on.
|- style="text-align:center"
! 8:00PM
| Dance in Ta'Loenthra: The Elun Isille
| [[Elaejia]] Silithyr
| Illithien Aerie, Petrel Parlor (#31368)
| style="text-align:left"| Elaejia Silithyr will host a brief talk and class on the passionate dance traditions of Ta'Loenthra, and invites all to don their dancing shoes to learn a few steps.
|-
! style="background:#c99906; color:#872b09;" colspan="5"|Sunday, September 17th
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! 3:00PM
| Dance of the Birds: The Aewen Lilta
| [[Elanthian Elegance]]
| Illithien Aerie, Astrapia Hall (# 31369)
| style="text-align:left"| [[Rohese (prime)|Rohese]] Bayvel-Timbertree invites all to don their dancing shoes again as she hosts a brief introduction and class on the traditional dance of the Illistimi.
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! 7:00PM
| Aerie Gala
| Ilyan Syndicate
| Illithien Aerie, Astrapia Hall (# 31369)
| style="text-align:left"| The start of a new tradition - the second annual Aerie Gala. Join the Syndicate in closing out the weekend with a glittering evening of dance and grace in our mirrored Astrapia Hall.
|}
</div>

[[Category: Meeting Hall Organizations]]

Ilyan Syndicate/Autumn at the Aerie

2025-09-05T03:37:10Z

LUNATUNES: /* Schedule */ added market and gala updated

==History==
The Illithien Aerie was purchased by the [[Ilyan Syndicate]] in the year 5121 and extensively renovated over the course of several months, opening in the spring of 5122. Following an intimate series of soft openings, the Syndicate formally opened the Aerie in the Autumn of 5122 with an event series entitled [[Ilyan_Syndicate/Autumn_on_the_Mountain|Autumn on the Mountain]].

The [[Vincien (prime)|Illithien]] family of Ta'Ardenai graciously agreed to sell the disused estate to the Syndicate, and in our restoration process, led by [[Lucrecea_(prime)|Lucrecea]] Ruin Ardenai, great pains were taken to honor the history of the Aerie, whilst modernizing and refreshing it for use as a gathering place and cultural hub.

After the tumultuous year of 5123, the Syndicate is pleased to welcome all those interested in Elven culture back to its grounds this autumn as we reflect on a hoped for Return to Stability. In addition to the talks and events we have planned, a small art exhibition will be on display in our Petrel Parlor for your perusal and reflection.

==Schedule==
''All times Eastern''

{| {{prettytable|background:##F6DDCC;height:15px;}}
|- style="background:#a64c3a; vertical-align: top; font-size: larger; color:#e0ab07;"
! Time !!Event !!Host(s) !!Place!!Description
|-
! style="background:#c99906; color:#872b09;" colspan="5"|Saturday, November 15th
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! Time
| Event title
| Host
| Location (Lich#)
| style="text-align:left"| Event description
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! TBD
| Hearth's Heart Market
| Various
| Illithien Aerie Courtyard (# 31365)
| style="text-align:left"| The Ilyan Syndicate invites all artisans and crafters to set out their creations for sale in their picturesque Dragonspine courtyard.
|-
! style="background:#c99906; color:#872b09;" colspan="5"|Sunday, November 16th
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! Time
| Event title
| Host
| Location (Lich#)
| style="text-align:left"| Event description
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! 6:00pm
| Aerie Gala
| Ilyan Syndicate
| Illithien Aerie, Astrapia Hall (# 31369)
| style="text-align:left"| The third Aerie Gala: Join the Syndicate in closing out the weekend with a glittering evening of dance and grace in our mirrored Astrapia Hall. The theme of this year's gala is '''Visual Storytelling''' - embody a living tale and tell a sartorial story with your attire.
|}

==Previous Festivals==
'''Click to expand <span class="mw-customtoggle-2023sched" style="color:#0000ff">2023 schedule</span>.'''
<div class="mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" id="mw-customcollapsible-2023sched">
'''Saturday, September 16th and Sunday, September 17th'''

''All times Eastern''

{| {{prettytable|background:##F6DDCC;height:15px;}}
|- style="background:#a64c3a; vertical-align: top; font-size: larger; color:#e0ab07;"
! Time !!Event !!Host(s) !!Place!!Description
|-
! style="background:#c99906; color:#872b09;" colspan="5"|Saturday, September 16th
|- style="text-align:center;background:#e6ca70"
! 2:00PM
| Ta'Illistim Museum Grand Opening
| Curator Zenlynn
| Museum Alerreth
| style="text-align:left"| The Ilyan Syndicate joins the Shining City in welcoming Curator Zenlynn's much-anticipated renovation and new exhibition at the Museum Alerreth.
|- style="text-align:center"
! 3:30PM
| Ilyan Gaming & Social Club
| [[Aendir | Aendir Silithyr]]
| Illithien Aerie, Woodstar Salon, (#31373)
| style="text-align:left"| A casual night of gambling and socializing in our cozy Salon overlooking Whistler's Pass Falls. Bring your silvers to take try your luck with the Aerie Slots, or plumb the depths of a mysterious darkbox! Prizes include selections from several wardrobes both locked and unlocked, jewelry, magic items, and more!
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! 5:00PM
| Cultured Correspondence
|[[Uniana]] Anduin
| Illithien Aerie, Woodstar Salon (# 31373)
| style="text-align:left"| A love letter to letters, stationery and mail. Learn how to make the most of your written correspondence and takeaway some articles to practice on.
|- style="text-align:center"
! 8:00PM
| Dance in Ta'Loenthra: The Elun Isille
| [[Elaejia]] Silithyr
| Illithien Aerie, Petrel Parlor (#31368)
| style="text-align:left"| Elaejia Silithyr will host a brief talk and class on the passionate dance traditions of Ta'Loenthra, and invites all to don their dancing shoes to learn a few steps.
|-
! style="background:#c99906; color:#872b09;" colspan="5"|Sunday, September 17th
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! 3:00PM
| Dance of the Birds: The Aewen Lilta
| [[Elanthian Elegance]]
| Illithien Aerie, Astrapia Hall (# 31369)
| style="text-align:left"| [[Rohese (prime)|Rohese]] Bayvel-Timbertree invites all to don their dancing shoes again as she hosts a brief introduction and class on the traditional dance of the Illistimi.
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! 7:00PM
| Aerie Gala
| Ilyan Syndicate
| Illithien Aerie, Astrapia Hall (# 31369)
| style="text-align:left"| The start of a new tradition - the second annual Aerie Gala. Join the Syndicate in closing out the weekend with a glittering evening of dance and grace in our mirrored Astrapia Hall.
|}
</div>

[[Category: Meeting Hall Organizations]]

Ilyan Syndicate/Autumn at the Aerie

2025-09-05T03:20:58Z

LUNATUNES: Updated for 2025 year

==History==
The Illithien Aerie was purchased by the [[Ilyan Syndicate]] in the year 5121 and extensively renovated over the course of several months, opening in the spring of 5122. Following an intimate series of soft openings, the Syndicate formally opened the Aerie in the Autumn of 5122 with an event series entitled [[Ilyan_Syndicate/Autumn_on_the_Mountain|Autumn on the Mountain]].

The [[Vincien (prime)|Illithien]] family of Ta'Ardenai graciously agreed to sell the disused estate to the Syndicate, and in our restoration process, led by [[Lucrecea_(prime)|Lucrecea]] Ruin Ardenai, great pains were taken to honor the history of the Aerie, whilst modernizing and refreshing it for use as a gathering place and cultural hub.

After the tumultuous year of 5123, the Syndicate is pleased to welcome all those interested in Elven culture back to its grounds this autumn as we reflect on a hoped for Return to Stability. In addition to the talks and events we have planned, a small art exhibition will be on display in our Petrel Parlor for your perusal and reflection.

==Schedule==
''All times Eastern''

{| {{prettytable|background:##F6DDCC;height:15px;}}
|- style="background:#a64c3a; vertical-align: top; font-size: larger; color:#e0ab07;"
! Time !!Event !!Host(s) !!Place!!Description
|-
! style="background:#c99906; color:#872b09;" colspan="5"|Saturday, November 15th
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! Time
| Event title
| Host
| Location (Lich#)
| style="text-align:left"| Event description
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! Time
| Event title
| Host
| Location (Lich#)
| style="text-align:left"| Event description
|-
! style="background:#c99906; color:#872b09;" colspan="5"|Sunday, November 16th
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! Time
| Event title
| Host
| Location (Lich#)
| style="text-align:left"| Event description
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! 6:00pm
| Aerie Gala
| Ilyan Syndicate
| Illithien Aerie, Astrapia Hall (# 31369)
| style="text-align:left"| The start of a new tradition - the third Aerie Gala. Join the Syndicate in closing out the weekend with a glittering evening of dance and grace in our mirrored Astrapia Hall. The theme of this year's gala is '''Visual Storytelling''' -- tell a sartorial story with your outfit!
|}

==Previous Festivals==
'''Click to expand <span class="mw-customtoggle-2023sched" style="color:#0000ff">2023 schedule</span>.'''
<div class="mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" id="mw-customcollapsible-2023sched">
'''Saturday, September 16th and Sunday, September 17th'''

''All times Eastern''

{| {{prettytable|background:##F6DDCC;height:15px;}}
|- style="background:#a64c3a; vertical-align: top; font-size: larger; color:#e0ab07;"
! Time !!Event !!Host(s) !!Place!!Description
|-
! style="background:#c99906; color:#872b09;" colspan="5"|Saturday, September 16th
|- style="text-align:center;background:#e6ca70"
! 2:00PM
| Ta'Illistim Museum Grand Opening
| Curator Zenlynn
| Museum Alerreth
| style="text-align:left"| The Ilyan Syndicate joins the Shining City in welcoming Curator Zenlynn's much-anticipated renovation and new exhibition at the Museum Alerreth.
|- style="text-align:center"
! 3:30PM
| Ilyan Gaming & Social Club
| [[Aendir | Aendir Silithyr]]
| Illithien Aerie, Woodstar Salon, (#31373)
| style="text-align:left"| A casual night of gambling and socializing in our cozy Salon overlooking Whistler's Pass Falls. Bring your silvers to take try your luck with the Aerie Slots, or plumb the depths of a mysterious darkbox! Prizes include selections from several wardrobes both locked and unlocked, jewelry, magic items, and more!
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! 5:00PM
| Cultured Correspondence
|[[Uniana]] Anduin
| Illithien Aerie, Woodstar Salon (# 31373)
| style="text-align:left"| A love letter to letters, stationery and mail. Learn how to make the most of your written correspondence and takeaway some articles to practice on.
|- style="text-align:center"
! 8:00PM
| Dance in Ta'Loenthra: The Elun Isille
| [[Elaejia]] Silithyr
| Illithien Aerie, Petrel Parlor (#31368)
| style="text-align:left"| Elaejia Silithyr will host a brief talk and class on the passionate dance traditions of Ta'Loenthra, and invites all to don their dancing shoes to learn a few steps.
|-
! style="background:#c99906; color:#872b09;" colspan="5"|Sunday, September 17th
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! 3:00PM
| Dance of the Birds: The Aewen Lilta
| [[Elanthian Elegance]]
| Illithien Aerie, Astrapia Hall (# 31369)
| style="text-align:left"| [[Rohese (prime)|Rohese]] Bayvel-Timbertree invites all to don their dancing shoes again as she hosts a brief introduction and class on the traditional dance of the Illistimi.
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! 7:00PM
| Aerie Gala
| Ilyan Syndicate
| Illithien Aerie, Astrapia Hall (# 31369)
| style="text-align:left"| The start of a new tradition - the second annual Aerie Gala. Join the Syndicate in closing out the weekend with a glittering evening of dance and grace in our mirrored Astrapia Hall.
|}
</div>

[[Category: Meeting Hall Organizations]]

Botanical Symposium/2025-07-26 - Ta'Illistim Botanical Symposium (log)

2025-08-01T22:52:47Z

LUNATUNES: /* The Solitude Bee - Variations Along the Eastern Seaboard -- Feriae Enfiel and Miss Aubrige */

==Summary==
In 5125, [[Ta'Illistim]] hosted a Botanical Symposium, following the success of the [[2022-12-04_Botanical_Research_Presentation_(log)|Botanical Research Presentation]] in 5122 which led to the expansion of the Ta'Illistim [[Royal Arboretum]]. Led by Lady [[Rohese]], in coordination with Lord [[Gilenir Veythorne]], [[Ionlas Chesylrae]], and [[Vanathys|Vanathys Ravistel]], several leading researchers presented their latest findings for discussion.

Presentations by

'''Koaratos 26th 5125'''
*[[Gilenir Veythorne|Gilenir Veythorne Illistim]]
*[[Rohese|Rohese Bayvel Illistim]]
*[[Aliraswaen|Aliraswaen Nalfein]]
*Rivienne Mandaire Loenthra
'''Koaratos 27th 5125'''
*[[Vanathys|Vanathys Ravistel Vaalor]]
*[[Rohese|Rohese Bayvel Illistim]]
*[[Elaejia|Elaejia Silithyr Loenthra]]
*[[Missoni_(prime)|Missoni Sabretache Faendryl]]
*[[Feriae Enfiel|Feriae Enfiel Vaalor]]

==Logs==
===Lord [[Gilenir Veythorne]] Unveils the Arboretum Expansion===
<pre{{log2}}>
[Royal Arboretum, Walkway]
The column-framed walkway leads up to the arched duo of doors, the faenor-framed dome inset in honeycomb-like panels of glass. Ivy-draped partitions of blonde oak are angled between groupings of natural wicker chairs, the floral-framed portraits interspersed between slender moss-draped shelves. Framing either side of the entrance are a duo of silver-veined marble pedestals, each angular base encircled by a profusion of verdant foliage climbing upwards across the base. You also see a hulking melanistic grey wolf, a large vibrant harlequin macaw parrot, a glinting stygian scarab beetle, a yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake with a wild mane of cobalt briar hair, a lazy wild deep red dog, a black-eyed purplish grey haon mandrake, a ruby-crested greater bearded vulture that is flying around, a green-eyed ridge caracal and a brass-floriated sign of pavonated vellum.
Also here: Stassy who is sitting, Celothor, Fleurs who is sitting, Emissary Thrassus, Lord Gilenir, Aubriella who is sitting, Miss Lissaya who is sitting, Bathcwyn Missoni who is sitting, Lucraine who is sitting, Loremaster Rohese, Vanathys who is sitting, Rivienne, Botanical Researcher Feriae, Lord Eruien who is sitting, Lord Teveriel, Lord Ionlas who is sitting, Arelder who is sitting, Arbeia who is sitting
Obvious paths: south

Gilenir formally announces, "Welcome, citizens and visitors of the Shining City, to our inaugural Botanical Symposium."

Arbeia smiles at Gilenir.

Rohese beams, her eyes filled with delight!

Gilenir fidgets ever so slightly as he shifts his weight, nervously smiling across the crowd.

Gilenir nervously continues, "A simple request from Lady Bayvel sprouted into a wonderful collaboration between a number of botanists, horticulturists, and artisans."

Gilenir suddenly adds, "And one very enthusiastic insect researcher."

Missoni gazes in amusement at her surroundings.

Rohese softly giggles.

Feriae jokingly says, "She's been bouncing around the arboretum all week with her companions."

Gilenir nods in agreement at Feriae.

Gilenir says, "It is our sincere hope that this Symposium inspires others to share their knowledge and passion as we journey alongside Argent Mirror Sayilla in this new age of elven culture."

Vanathys nods in agreement at Feriae.

Gilenir clears his throat several times.

Ionlas gazes at Gilenir.

Gilenir sheepishly says, "As for my presentation, I am admittedly lacking the grace and studiousness of the ladies and gentleman who have graciously joined us for this symposium, but well, please join me and I'll show you what I've been working on."

Speaking to Feriae, Teveriel confides, "I am very much looking forward to yours and Miss Aubrige's presentation."

Eruien stands up.

Eruien offers a hand up to Ionlas.

Speaking to Teveriel, Feriae exclaims, "As am I!"

Speaking lightly to Teveriel, Rohese teases, "And mine too, I hope."

Ionlas squints at Eruien.

Ionlas stands up.

Teveriel smiles at Rohese.

Gilenir nervously says, "Come come, we have a bit of a walk."

Rohese winks at Teveriel.

Gilenir says, "And I don't believe I have the upper body strength to properly drag you all."

Speaking to Gilenir, Vanathys says, "Perhaps together we could."

Gilenir thoughtfully asks, "The mandrakes maybe?"

Speaking to Gilenir, Missoni says, "They are stronger than they look."

Feriae helpfully adds, "At least they're loud."

Feriae quickly says, "Like the peahens."

Ionlas whispers something to Gilenir.

Teveriel says, "Imagine a shrieking horde bearing us all down the var."

Teveriel warns, "The peahens will take it as a challenge."

Gilenir firmly says, "Alright, then."

Lord Gilenir's group just went south.

[Royal Arboretum, Walkway]

Vert-colored ivy entwines down the white marble columns framing the cobblestone walkway, the pale pillars affixed with latticed archways draped in the five-pointed leaves. Thin loops of vaalin wire hang high across the living ceiling, the opalescent hooks suspending colorful origami flora above several glowbark benches carved in whimsical fauna. Beyond the path sits a number of canopy-covered displays, the artwork framed by tall flora-filled planters set upon the well-manicured lawn.

Also here: Lord Ionlas, Arelder, Arbeia, Lord Teveriel, Lord Eruien, Botanical Researcher Feriae, Rivienne, Vanathys, Loremaster Rohese, Lucraine, Bathcwyn Missoni, Miss Lissaya, Aubriella, Emissary Thrassus, Fleurs, Celothor, Stassy, Lord Gilenir

A bur-eyed twisted witchwood mandrake sprouting autumn beauty sunflowers toddles into the area and up to Lissaya.

A bur-eyed shaggy illthorn mandrake toddles into the area and up to Rohese.

A yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake with a wild mane of cobalt briar hair toddles into the area and up to Missoni.

A black-eyed purplish grey haon mandrake toddles into the area and up to Feriae.

Arbeia says, "Moussa..."

You murmur, "Well now we're surrounded."

Gilenir indicates a wisteria-arched entry entwined with unfurled cream-colored peonies as a possible option.

Lord Gilenir's group just went through a wisteria-arched entry entwined with unfurled cream-colored peonies.

[Arboretum, Arboreal Gallery]

Verdant-curtained foliage drapes across the fallen arboreal forms scattered along the forest floor, the various trunks and elongated branches sculpted around the archways encircling the dome. Vibrantly colored toadstools encircle the moss-covered tables nestled into the soil, the clusters framed by branch-crafted easels and twine-hung yll'suta. Birdsong echoes throughout the area, the avians hidden amongst the canopy of greenery set high above.

Also here: Lord Ionlas, Arelder, Arbeia, Lord Teveriel, Lord Eruien, Botanical Researcher Feriae, Rivienne, Vanathys, Loremaster Rohese, Lucraine, Bathcwyn Missoni, Miss Lissaya, Aubriella, Emissary Thrassus, Fleurs, Celothor, Stassy, Lord Gilenir

Obvious paths: out

Rohese beams happily at Gilenir!

Rohese gazes with interest at her surroundings.

>l tabl

Trails of spongy, verdant green moss traverse across the flat stone tables, the low-set surfaces decorated in flora arabesques painted in henna. Tucked into the shadowed grass beneath each table is a tiny clay-crafted creature, the peahens and amphibians placed neatly in wicker-woven baskets.

Thrassus leans against his black staff as he takes in his surroundings.

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at a fallen arboreal form.

>l eas

Gently curved boughs are loosely entwined with knots of colorful thread, the geometric web forming a makeshift easel. Set along the tapering ends of the branches are several twine-hung yll'suta, their iridescent silk-crafted wings shimmering in the ambient light.

Gilenir sheepishly says, "I tend to spend my time in the dirt, but here we are."

Gilenir explains, "As Feriae has been working to expand the working areas of the Royal Arboretum, we came upon these particular arboreal forms."

Puffs of earthen green moss rest across the trunks of the trees laying in quiet repose, their elongated branches creating crescentic half-domes of layered foliage. Twig-crafted nests are scattered between the splayed branches along the upper arc of the canopies, the lower sections adorned with woven garlands and wood-framed yll'suta embroidered in silk thread. Folded letters and hand-crafted trinkets are tucked into the various grooves of the expansive trees alongside a handful of nuts and berries.

Gilenir says, "Whether fallen from age, or weather, or some other happenstance, there appears to be no damage or affliction beleaguering these fine fellows."

Gilenir leans against one of the forms, then quickly blushes.

Gilenir adds, "And ladies, of course."

Gilenir says, "In fact, they appear to be quite content here, perhaps even jovial if one believes a tree can express such emotion."

Gilenir continues, "Which is why Feriae and I agreed that there particularly cheerful trees would enjoy the company of others."

Gilenir ardently says, "I believe the constant woodland companions alongside the occasional two-legged visitor would encourage further growth not only from these particular forms, but perhaps across the arboretum and it's potential expansions."

Gilenir brightly says, "Happy plants thrive in happy environs."

Gilenir concludes, "But we do hope you do stop by and spend some time with the trees, we've added a few toadstools and some tables, as well as some easels if you'd like to display some artwork for a bit, though I'm sure a woodland creature or two may swipe it at anytime."

Gilenir awkwardly announces, "And that is my presentation."

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at a branch-crafted easel.

Missoni applauds Gilenir warmly.

Rohese applauds Gilenir warmly.
</pre>
===Verdant Symbiosis: The Partnership between Trees and Plants. -- Lady [[Rohese]] Bayvel===
<pre{{log2}}>
[Arboretum, Arboreal Gallery]
Verdant-curtained foliage drapes across the fallen arboreal forms scattered along the forest floor, the various trunks and elongated branches sculpted around the archways encircling the dome. Vibrantly colored toadstools encircle the moss-covered tables nestled into the soil, the clusters framed by branch-crafted easels and twine-hung yll'suta. Birdsong echoes throughout the area, the avians hidden amongst the canopy of greenery set high above. You also see a thin crimson lasimor leaf illusion, an arboreal lasimor armchair sculptured from tangled branches, a sturdy oak table on a base of cubbyholes and drawers with a blush-colored glass of cardamom and rose milk tea on it, a bur-eyed shaggy illthorn mandrake, a yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake with a wild mane of cobalt briar hair, a bur-eyed twisted witchwood mandrake sprouting autumn beauty sunflowers, a green-eyed ridge caracal, a lazy wild deep red dog, a glinting stygian scarab beetle that is flying around and a large vibrant harlequin macaw parrot.
Also here: Loremaster Rohese, Lord Eruien who is sitting, Arelder who is sitting, Stassy, Fleurs who is sitting, Emissary Thrassus, Aubriella who is sitting, Miss Lissaya who is sitting, Bathcwyn Missoni who is sitting, Vanathys who is sitting, Rivienne who is sitting, Botanical Researcher Feriae who is sitting, Lord Teveriel who is sitting, Lord Ionlas who is sitting, Arbeia who is sitting, Lord Gilenir
Obvious paths: out

Rohese sets a blush-colored glass of cardamom and rose milk tea on top of the oak table.

You smile at Rohese.

Rohese walks to stand behind a sturdy oak table on a base of cubbyholes and drawers.

Rohese rummages through a vellum-inset linden case covered with anatomical depictions of flora with a frantic look of loss.

Rohese nods once.

Rohese smiles.

Rohese softly says, "It's that time, I think."

Speaking lightly to Rohese, you say, "Your students are ready."

Rohese giggles softly at you.

Rohese softly greets, "Good afternoon everyone."

Rohese warmly says, "It is so lovely to see so many familiar faces on this auspicious occasion."

Rohese glances about with a cheerful expression, her misty grey eyes bright and friendly.

Rohese softly says, "Some of you may recall my Library Lecture last year on the Sentience of Trees, where I touched on the wisdom inherent in the give-and-take of nature; in its quiet agreements and search for balance."

Rohese bashfully says, "I apologise if a little of what I cover today is a repeat of that lecture but I believe the context will be helpful."

Rohese wrinkles her nose.

Rohese softly announces, "So, verdant symbiosis!"

Rohese reaches out with a complex gesture and activates the panel of her agara-fae wristlet. Colorful motes of light suddenly appear and dance in the air before coalescing and shifting into a Veythorne Manor illusion.

Rohese thoughtfully begins, "As I walk the quiet paths of Veythorne Manor, pausing often beneath the glowbark tree whose ghostly blue leaves shimmer with silent wisdom..."

Rohese removes a radiant ghostly blue leaf from in her rectangular pack.

Rohese turns her leaf over and over in her hand, studying it until a look of understanding crosses her face.

Rohese softly continues, "...or spend time here, in this Arboretum, I am reminded that the majesty of trees is not in their solitude, but in their community."

Rohese lets out a long, contemplative breath.

Rohese softly says, "Trees do not stand alone, nor do they thrive in isolation."

Rohese softly says, "Rather, they are stewards of living networks; intricate tapestries woven with threads of moss, lichen, fern, and flower, cradled in loam that has been shaped by the tireless labour of fungi and stirred by wings and mandibles of insects."

Rohese brushes her fingers lightly against her ghostly blue leaf.

Rohese sets a radiant ghostly blue leaf on top of the oak table.

Rohese softly informs, "In my paper on the Sentience of Trees, I posited that trees are more than passive guardians of time; they are sentient participants in the forest ecosystem."

Rohese softly proposes, "This afternoon, I seek to further explore how their sentience - and indeed their very survival - is interwoven with the lives of the smaller, often-overlooked flora and fauna that dwell in their shade and bark."

A talkative covey of button quails traverse across the pine needles and leaves in a series of zig-zags before disappearing behind the moss-covered trees.

Rohese softly says, "So let us begin beneath the surface."

Rohese softly says, "The roots of trees, as vast and far-reaching as their canopies, form sacred pacts with fungi."

Rohese softly says, "Right under our very noses..."

Rohese softly continues, "...cleverly concealed beneath the undergrowth is a covert messaging system made up "mushroom mailboxes" and "telegraphic threads" called mycelium that connect the roots in an intricate web."

Vanathys nods understandingly.

Rohese removes a bracket of tender nesting polypore from in her linden case.

Rohese softly says, "This pretty little thing, for example, is a polypore."

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at her tender nesting polypore.

Arbeia quietly says, "Mushroom mailboxes."

Rohese softly says, "Most polypores inhabit tree trunks or branches but some soil-inhabiting species form mychorrhiza in a symbiotic association with trees."

You lean forward.

Rohese softly says, "These silent, silk-thin filaments stretch through the soil like a network of whispers, ferrying water, minerals, and knowledge between root and root."

Rohese brushes her fingers lightly against her tender nesting polypore.

Rohese softly remarks, "It is known that a tree afflicted by blight may warn its kin through these fungal threads, allowing others to fortify their defences before the sickness arrives."

Rohese softly says, "This is not idle conjecture; I have observed such exchanges firsthand among the trees in the Glimae'den Wildwood."

Rohese softly says, "The mushrooms that rise from this underground lattice are merely the fruiting bodies of a vast mind, one whose thoughts are composed of nourishment and alliance."

Rohese sets a bracket of tender nesting polypore on top of the oak table.

Rohese brightly says, "Moving above ground now."

Rohese softly says, "Around the base and on the trunks of elder trees, especially Mother Trees, one often finds a patchwork carpet of mosses, lichens and other organisms."

Rohese glances at a fallen arboreal form.

Rohese softly says, "We see it in the glowbark with its phosphorescent residents..."

Rohese snaps out her hand with a complex gesture. A majestic glowbark tree illusion appears above the palm of her hand, wavers briefly, and vanishes.

Rohese softly continues, "...and the grey-green tufted growths on the sovereign willow of the Dryad Wildwood."

Rohese snaps out her hand with a complex gesture. A gnarled weeping willow illusion appears above the palm of her hand, wavers briefly, and vanishes.

Rohese softly says, "These are no mere adornments; again, it is a symbiotic - mutually beneficial - association."

Rohese softly adds, "We see it here too in the verdant undergrowth of the Arboreal Conservatory..."

Rohese softly continues, "...where there are some fine examples of monk's-hood lichen, shield lichens and oakmoss."

Rohese softly explains, "Mosses act as reservoirs of moisture, safeguarding the roots from drought and preserving the delicate balance of humidity necessary for the surrounding undergrowth."

Rohese softly says, "Among the most remarkable of mosses is scorpidium, a species predominant in the damp hollows and shaded root basins of Naidem, where the sky is perpetual twilight and the air is thick with mist."

Rohese removes a tangle of inky scorpidium moss from in her linden case.

Rohese notes, quietly, a few salient particulars of the moss.

Rohese softly says, "In the graveyard, woods and wetlands, scorpidium forms plush carpets beneath beech, birch and sycamore, particularly near the edges of slow-moving rivulets."

Rohese softly says, "Growing in dense tangles, the moss often makes its home on dead or dying trees, devouring the nutrients of its doomed host."

Vanathys nods at Rohese.

Rohese turns over her inky scorpidium moss.

Rohese smiles at Vanathys.

Rohese softly says, "Its role is both practical and profound: acting as a living sponge, it filters and retains water through the seasons, maintaining delicate soil moisture levels around the trees' root systems."

Ionlas whispers something to Eruien.

Rohese softly says, "Moreover, this moss nurtures an entire sub-community of insects: beetles, grubs, and fireflies so beloved by Naidem scholars for their ethereal beauty and translucence."

Eruien looks over at Ionlas and shakes his head.

Rohese softly says, "Their presence within the moss attracts foraging birds and encourages insectivorous flora along the margins."

Rohese softly says, "Thus, scorpidium serves as a cradle of biodiversity; its relationship with the trees is not merely one of support, but of shared vitality."

Rohese taps a tangle of inky scorpidium moss, which is in her right hand.

Rohese softly says, "In times of drought or excessive rain, it is this moss that tempers the extremes, ensuring that the roots of ancient trees remain undisturbed, as though the land itself were swaddling its giants in a soft and constant embrace."

Rohese sets a tangle of inky scorpidium moss on top of the oak table.

Rohese removes a tuft of old man's beard lichen from in her linden case.

Rohese clearly says, "Lichens, those mysterious marriages of fungus and algae, serve as the forest's alchemists."

Rohese wrinkles her nose.

Rohese softly says, "In some parts of the Wyrdeep, it is said they even glow faintly under moonlight, rumoured to be touched by fey magic."

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at her old man's beard lichen.

Rohese softly says, "Yet their truest gift lies in their enrichment of the soil for all nearby life and their sensitivity to corruption; should they wither or fade, it is often a warning of greater blight to come."

Rohese sets a tuft of old man's beard lichen on top of the oak table.

Rohese removes a feathered fern frond from in her linden case.

Rohese softly says, "It is easy to look up and see only branches, but nestled among them are ferns and epiphytic flora like orchids; those that do not draw from the tree itself but from the air and rain."

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at her fern frond.

Rohese softly says, "These tree-lodgers increase the forest's vertical diversity, forming habitats for winged insects, nesting birds, and other small creatures."

Rohese softly adds, "In some ancient groves, it is believed that these aerial gardens harbour entire ecosystems of their own, hidden from view."

Rohese waggles her fingers mystically, and a golden linden tree grove illusion appears briefly in the air.

Rohese reaches out with a complex gesture and activates the panel of her agara-fae wristlet. Sunshine yellow flurries of airy blossoms suddenly appear and dance in the air before coalescing and shifting into a spotted dark brown kestrel illusion.

Rohese softly says, "Beneath the eaves of the trees, in patches of dappled sunlight, wildflowers bloom and offer nectar."

Rohese softly says, "Bees, butterflies, and beetles answer the call - not only to feed, but to fulfill the sacred rite of pollination."

Rohese lightly adds, "Even the trees themselves are sometimes pollinated by windborne insects."

Rohese softly says, "Insects also serve as caretakers and couriers of decay."

Rohese softly says, "Ants tunnel through fallen bark, returning nutrients to the soil."

Rohese removes a miniscule red bark beetle from in her linden case.

(Rohese places the miniscule red bark beetle in the palm of her hand and holds it out to show it to the audience.)

Rohese softly says, "Insects, such as this red bark beetle, feast upon rot and keep the forest clean."

Rohese casually remarks, "I once observed a hive of bees protect a cluster of wild orchids growing in the crook of an old willow, as if recognizing the mutual benefit of their shared presence."

Rohese gives her wyrwood insect house a tiny shake, causing a swarm of pollen-fuzzed amber honey bees to crawl out and onto her inventory for a moment before retreating back inside the house.

Rohese smiles quietly to herself.

Rohese softly says, "The forest, then, is not a collection of solitary beings, but a living chorus..."

Rohese sets a miniscule red bark beetle on top of the oak table.

Rohese softly continues, "...each member in tune with the others, each leaf and root and wing participating in an unending hymnal of interdependence."

Rohese softly says, "Mother trees such as the glowbark..."

Rohese reaches out with a complex gesture and activates the panel of her agara-fae wristlet. Silvery white will-o'-wisps suddenly appear and dance in the air before coalescing and shifting into a majestic glowbark tree illusion.

Rohese softly says, "...with its luminous presence and deeply rooted wisdom, are both maestro and audience to this symphony."

Arbeia gazes with interest at a majestic glowbark tree illusion.

Rohese softly says, "Their sentience is not solitary; it is communal."

Missoni nods to a majestic glowbark tree illusion.

Rohese softly says, "It breathes through moss, whispers through lichen, is fed by fungi, and pollinated by the labour of insects."

Rohese softly opines, "We must heed these natural alliances."

Rohese gazes fondly at a majestic glowbark tree illusion.

Rohese softly says, "Because the song of the forest is one of harmony, and its melody is easily lost if even a single note is silenced."

Rohese lets out a long, contemplative breath.

Rohese softly says, "May this work serve not only as a study of the verdant kinship we walk among but also as a reminder that we too are part of this great, living and breathing whole."

Rohese smiles.

Rohese softly concludes, "And that, ladies and gentle folk, is what I would like to talk about tomorrow!"

Rohese drops into a deep curtsy, moving smoothly as her arms sweep grandly to her sides.
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===The Hornet & the Hollyhock: The Cultural Importance of Flowers -- [[Aliraswaen]]===
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Aliraswaen says, "Good day, my friends and fellow admirers of flora. I thank you, most sincerely, for joining me in this verdant jewel of the Shining City. I am Aliraswaen of Nielira Harbor, a small and sea-brushed town along the Nalfein coast, where the light falls warm and the gardens climb the stonework like music set to vine."

You see Aliraswaen.
She appears to be a Nalfein Elf.
She is of average stature and has a willowy, thin frame. She appears to be very young. She has golden, hazel-flecked cornflower blue eyes and subtly tanned skin. She has waist-length, silky caramel brown hair divided into twin reverse-weave braids that start at the temple and descend to the nape in wrist-thick lengths woven in heather grey and burgundy ribbons amid a tracery of baby's breath. She has a delicate face, an aquiline nose and high cheekbones culminating in sharply curved, pointed ears. She has bloom-painted burgundy lacquer upon her long, rounded nails.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a pewter-strung dark burgundy hollyhock, a rosewood-boned ebon silk corset painted in spires of burgundy blossoms over a very pale dusty rose blouse with split wrist-bound sleeves, a pewter and rosewood disc girdle pyrographed in hollyhock columns, a heavy ebon organza skirt painted in heather grey bloom-laden trellises with some layered burgundy petticoats underneath, and a pair of low-heeled sandals lifted by rosewood heels.
Placed alongside her is an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt.

Aliraswaen says, "It is an honor to be here, amidst such learned company, to speak on a flower that holds a quiet but persistent magic for me: the hollyhock."

Rohese beams happily at Aliraswaen!

Imrys smiles.

Rohese softly mouths, "So pretty."

Arbeia agrees with Rohese.

Aliraswaen says, "Now, I suspect more than a few of you have passed hollyhocks without much fanfare, nodding at their cheerful stalks as you strolled to admire something rarer, or more temperamental. And that's fair. The hollyhock doesn't pout or preen. It simply grows. Tall. Colorful. Steady. It is the sort of flower that thrives best when no one is watching too closely."

Aliraswaen suggests, "But today, I should like us to watch a little more closely. To pause. And to see."

Aliraswaen pauses politely, a thin, warm smile gracing her lips.

Aliraswaen paces to her right, moving in a circle around a low oval planter sporting white and lavender hollyhocks.

Tikba nods thoughtfully at Aliraswaen.

Aliraswaen casually says, "You see, the hollyhock has been with us a very long time."

Aliraswaen continues, "Long before gardeners bred for double blooms or marbled petals, the single hollyhock rose like a spire near doorways, chapels, and wells."

Aliraswaen thoughtfully explains, "It came to us from across sun-drenched plains, traveling by seed, by trade, and sometimes by accident, though I have found that accidents in botany are often simply miracles mislabeled."

Aliraswaen offers a soft, friendly chuckle.

Aliraswaen inquires, "Does anyone here grow hollyhocks? Or recall seeing them near childhood gates or old garden walls?"

Missoni murmurs, "Not especially."

Vanathys says, "Though, to be fair, I grow a bit of nearly everything I can."

Vanathys chuckles.

Arbeia asks, "Do they grow in the desert?"

Aubriella says, "I did collect a nice bunch on Nielira Harbor."

Gilenir admits, "I've been having difficulty getting them to properly seed."

Speaking slowly to Arbeia, Aliraswaen says, "I am uncertain."

Aubriella says, "But grow them, n o."

Rohese softly says, "I too have struggled."

Speaking to Gilenir, Vanathys says, "I will transplant some, if you wish."

Aliraswaen nods at Gilenir.

Gilenir gazes hopefully at Vanathys.

Aliraswaen says, "Sometimes they are resistent."

Arbeia says, "Cannot say I have ever seen any there."

Aliraswaen softly continues, "In Ta'Nalfein, where refinement is expected and gardens are often judged as much as gowns, the hollyhock holds a strange place."

Aliraswaen smiles quietly to herself.

Aliraswaen says, "It is seen as rustic by some. Sturdy. Perhaps even coarse. But I argue otherwise. There is grace in its reach. Poise in its persistence."

Aliraswaen affirms, "The hollyhock does not demand beauty it becomes it."

Aliraswaen picks up an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt from alongside her.

Aliraswaen says, "I've gathered my reflections, woven through with a tale from the Nieliran coast, in a book titled The Hornet and the Hollyhock. It is part fable, part meditation, and fully a love letter to the way wildness and grace often reside side by side. Copies are available to you all, with my compliments. I hope it may plant a little seed of delight, or curiosity, or wonder."

Aliraswaen offers Rohese an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt.

Rohese accepts Aliraswaen's suede tome.

Aliraswaen offers you an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

Missoni appreciatively says, "How generous."

Aliraswaen nods at Rohese.

Rohese holds an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt in her hand close to her body.

Aliraswaen smiles.

[Aliraswaen gives everyone a tome]

You accept Aliraswaen's offer and are now holding an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt.

You incline your head.

You say, "This is very kind, thank you."

>L tome
Corbeau green marked in gilt lettering decorates the edge of the spine, transitioning to burgundy-black on the back and cover beyond a clearly delineated line of silver. Decorative embossing upon the flat plane of the cover creates the raised impression of hollyhock stalk, its upper section still furled while its middle is in full bloom. Faenor-hued paint create a sheen of color near the upper right corner where a hornet rests. The words "The Hornet and the Hollyhock" stretch across the lower section.

Tikba politely says, "Thank you very much."

Imrys murmurs, "How lovely. Thank you for sharing your work with us."

Speaking to Gilenir, Ionlas whispers aloud, "Will you read it to me, too?"

Speaking to Aliraswaen, Aubriella says, "Oh, thank you."

Eruien gives a sidelong glance at Ionlas.

Speaking pointedly to Ionlas, Gilenir says, "But you're literate."

>read my tom
The Hornet and the Hollyhock

Introduction ................................... 2
The Hollyhock .................................. 4
The Hornet ..................................... 7
Signals in Bloom and Stone ..................... 15
In the Nest of Stories ......................... 22
In Word and Warning ............................ 29
Closing Reflections ............................ 36
Page 1

Vanathys just nudged Gilenir.

Vanathys whispers something to Gilenir.

Ionlas frowns.

Gilenir says, "Oh."

Speaking to Gilenir, Ionlas says, "Yes, I suppose I am."

Speaking to Ionlas, Gilenir says, "I mean... yes."

Gilenir surreptitiously glances at Vanathys.

Vanathys gazes up into the heavens.

Eruien mutters, "Smooth."

Vanathys says, "Thank you. This will be excellent for my collection."

Rohese smiles at Vanathys.

Rohese giggles softly at Eruien.

[Arboretum, Arboreal Gallery]

Verdant-curtained foliage drapes across the fallen arboreal forms scattered along the forest floor, the various trunks and elongated branches sculpted around the archways encircling the dome. Vibrantly colored toadstools encircle the moss-covered tables nestled into the soil, the clusters framed by branch-crafted easels and twine-hung yll'suta. Birdsong echoes throughout the area, the avians hidden amongst the canopy of greenery set high above. You also see an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt, a low oval planter sporting white and lavender hollyhocks, a yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake with a wild mane of cobalt briar hair, a lazy wild deep red dog, a vexed wasteland spirit that is flying around, a large vibrant harlequin macaw parrot and a green-eyed ridge caracal.

Also here: Loremaster Rohese who is sitting, Bathcwyn Missoni who is sitting, Lord Gilenir who is sitting, Rivienne, Tikba who is sitting, Imrys who is sitting, Lord Ionlas who is sitting, Aubriella who is sitting, Fleurs who is sitting, Vanathys who is sitting, Oirisu who is sitting, Arbeia who is sitting, Lord Eruien who is sitting, Aliraswaen, Stassy

Obvious paths: out

Speaking amusedly to Vanathys, Oirisu says, "Because they clearly are the same type of literature."

Aliraswaen continues, "Now, to the flower's habits. Hollyhocks are biennial, or sometimes short-lived perennials, depending on their treatment. They prefer full sun and well-drained soil, and though they grow tall, often taller than most elves I know, they begin in modest rosettes. Their strength, like that of so many things, is in what lies quietly at the base."

Gilenir grins wryly at Ionlas.

Ionlas leans softly against Gilenir.

Ionlas rolls his eyes.

Aliraswaen lightly says, "Some gardeners see their susceptibility to rust as a flaw, but I find it an invitation to companion plant, to rotate, to learn. Nature rarely gives us perfection without asking us to participate."

Speaking sheepishly to Aliraswaen, Rohese says, "And to think I pulled them all when I spotted rust."

Aliraswaen knowingly says, "And there is something rather dear about seeing bees and beetles nestle deep into those open blooms. They're almost cup-like. They hold things. Like stories. Or secrets."

You see Lord Eruien Lithavir the Living Canvas and Most Esteemed Representative of Ta'Loenthra.
He appears to be a Loenthra Elf.
He is tall and has a lithe body. He appears to be young and robust. He has subtly tilted, azure-flecked sea green eyes and unlined pale skin. He has long, silky ginger hair drawn into a loose half-braid by a loop of naefira-carved resaeun. He has a long, softly angled face, a straight nose and broad shoulders.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a translucent filament strung with a single drop of fused glass, a cropped sueded jacket dyed a rich larkspur blue hue, a deep-plunging charcoal brocade waistcoat cut short at the ribs over a sheer chiffon shirt veiled in floral embroidery across the chest, a finger-spanning coiled silver ring kissed with powdered amethyst, a pair of pearl grey twill trousers slit at the calves to reveal lace godets, and a pair of mirror-shined leather brogues with cutout vamps.

Aliraswaen politely inquires, "Would any of you like to ask a question? Or perhaps share a memory of hollyhocks in your own garden or another flower that, to you, holds the same sort of quiet, unexpected grace?"

(Rohese tentatively raises her hand.)

Vanathys glances at Rohese.

Rohese points at Vanathys.

Aliraswaen amusedly asks, "Come, surely you have favorites... Or why are we at this symbosium?"

Vanathys says, "Ladies first."

Rohese insistently says, "No, no, you were first."

Vanathys says, "I insist that you go first."

Rohese whines at Vanathys!

Rohese reluctantly says, "As you wish."

Rohese hesitantly says, "I'd like to share a rose, if I may."

Aliraswaen delightedly exclaims, "Of course!"

Rohese softly begins, "One of the common funeral customs in Ta'Illistim is the Selanair, which is as old as the Elven Houses themselves."

Rohese softly continues, "It means dusk's light and it is essentially the observance of displaying a deceased love one so those who wish to show their respect can do so."

Rohese smiles.

Rohese softly says, "This beautiful blossom, the asuleriel, is a unique variety of blue rose that represents peace and hope."

Rohese taps a pale-veined deep blue asuleriel, which is in her right hand.

Rohese softly says, "It is associated with such remembrance ceremonies and the petals often cover the form of the deceased."

Rohese softly says, "They're very rare in the wild but can be nurtured in gardens."

Rohese softly says, "This was grown in the rose garden at Ailanthus Manor out on Whistler's Pass."

Fleurs nods appreciatively.

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at her deep blue asuleriel.

Aliraswaen respectfully says, "It is a lovely specimen."

Rohese smiles at Aliraswaen.

Rohese softly says, "It has taken centuries of cultivation by the gardeners there and it is there pride and joy."

Oirisu looks thoughtfully at Vanathys.

Rohese softly exclaims, "Lumnis forfend anyone who attempts to pick them without permission!"

Rohese softly says, "And it is worth noting that a florist of any worth would never charge when being purchased for a deceased loved one."

Eruien begins chuckling at Rohese!

Rohese softly says, "They are always given freely."

Aliraswaen quietly says, "An amazing honor and gift."

Speaking to Rohese, Vanathys teases, "You said the same thing I was going to."

Speaking appreciatively to Aliraswaen, Rohese says, "It took a lot of persuasion to have this one."

Rohese softly says, "Ah, then I am sorry."

Aliraswaen understandingly says, "Well can I imagine."

Aliraswaen nods slowly.

Aliraswaen asks, "Did anyone else wish to share?"

Vanathys says, "I had a question."

Aliraswaen politely admonishes, "Please."

Aliraswaen thoughtfully says, "I imagine that some could, however, many tales are tied to its nature being a repelent for many demons. I suppose most planters and growers prefer it to remain in an un-refined state to ensure it does not lose these qualities."

Eruien stifles a yawn behind the back of his hand.

Missoni glances appraisingly at Aliraswaen.

Rohese surreptitiously glances at Eruien.

Rohese shakes her head at Eruien and clucks her tongue.

Tikba surreptitiously glances between Aliraswaen and Missoni.

Vanathys looks thoughtfully at Aliraswaen.

Aliraswaen says, "Let me see if I can find that..."

Vanathys says, "Superstitions getting in the way of progress..."

Vanathys says, "Interesting."

Aliraswaen says, "In the wake of the Sea Elf War, as Ta'Nalfein reeled from both shared grief and sharpened self-preservation, new symbols took root amid the scarred soil."

You interestedly ask, "Do the tales provide more detail on that repellent effect?"

Rohese looks thoughtfully at you.

Eruien gives a sidelong glance at you.

Missoni murmurs, "I wonder if that has been extensively tested."

Aliraswaen says, "A moment, I am trying to find the excerpt."

You twitch your darkened fingers in a display of your irritation.

Aliraswaen says, "It is a quiet defender, a symbol of survival, and a lingering echo of the dark tides that once swept near their shores."

Aliraswaen says, "Ah, here it is."

Aliraswaen clearly reads, "Favored for its height and fragrance, the blossom was said to aggravate the senses of certain demons, encouraging them to wander away. Whether apocryphal or true, its planting near thresholds and walls became a ritual not of beauty alone, but of unseen defense and memory. In the preservation of life, the hollyhock found purpose. In the preservation of dignity, it found a lasting place in Nalfein hearts."

Aliraswaen says, "You say superstition, I say tradition."

Speaking to Aliraswaen, Vanathys says, "A fair enough distinction, I think."

Vanathys says, "A tradition I do not hold, of course. Perhaps I will make some attempts of my own, then."

Speaking to Aliraswaen, Vanathys says, "That was my only question."

Aliraswaen says, "As you see fit, though I would caution that not all perenials like to be tampered with."

Speaking softly to herself, Rohese notes, "I must try and grow them again."

Aliraswaen says, "Sometimes, the simple rustic beauty is the best."

Speaking mildly to Aliraswaen, Vanathys says, "It is my specialty."

Aliraswaen politely says, "As you will, of course."

Aliraswaen inquires, "Did anyone else have a question or wish to shaer?"

Missoni raises her hand.

Missoni says, "I have always been fond of the peony. I suppose I do not have such a...ah... traditional reason."

Missoni says, "But its relationship with ants reminds me a bit of how the hornet and the hollyhock often work in tandem."

Speaking to Rohese, Missoni admits, "And also, the blooms are quite lush."

Missoni flushes slightly, some color reaching her cheeks.

Rohese nods enthusiastically at Missoni!

Aliraswaen says, "How intereting. I had not thought you one to be basheful, for that is its meaning, though its interaction and requirement of the ant is very synonymous of the Hollyhock."

Ionlas briefly glances at Gilenir's shoulder.

You see Lord Gilenir Veythorne Illistim.
He appears to be an Elf.
He is taller than average and has a muscular, able-bodied physique. He appears to be in the spring of life. He has vibrant hazel green eyes and tanned skin. He has short, tousled ashen blonde hair parted at a slant, leaving the unruly bangs to brush against the forehead. He has an angular face and well-defined cheekbones.
He is in good shape.
He is holding an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt in his right hand.
He is wearing a gilt-marbled white jade signet draped from a waist-cut chain, a jaw-framing blue jacquard collar affixed with twin brooches, a broad-shouldered doublet of smoked sapphire blue maedatha over a deep-cut vellum ivory silk tunic, some charcoal-tinted mykal trousers cinched down each hip, and a pair of suede-cuffed ebon suede knee-boots.

Aliraswaen says, "They have such a delicate fragrance to them, not showy or heady but light and fragile."

Speaking to Aliraswaen, Missoni says, "Yes, I do like that they are not overpowering in a garden."

Rivienne raises her hand.

You add, "And they bloom quite early, which I look forward to each spring."

Aliraswaen smiles at you.

Rivienne says, "Your fondness for the hollyhock, a flower that many find common or rustic, reminds me of my own fondness for dandelions, which most consider and outright nuisance."

Aliraswaen asks, "But don't then go to seed with such a charming nature?"

Rohese nods in agreement.

Aliraswaen delightedly says, "The little seeds on the wind, the childhood memories of endearing wishes and hopes."

Rivienne says, "They are like a small sun that refuses to be forgotten. Even when it's pulled up, it returns, not out of spite but because it persists, even through the cracks in cobblestones."

Rohese softly exclaims, "Like tiny fairies!"

Aliraswaen says, "Yes, they are definitely resilient."

Rivienne says, "Not to mention all the wishes they've carried for me."

Aliraswaen says, "We have given them the meaning of "respect and chivalry" or 'spiritual"."

Aliraswaen smiles at Rivienne.

Aliraswaen says, "I once saw a painting, it was in only three colors.... the lower right of the painting was awash in golden yellow, and the dandelion took center stage, a slash through its center to show its duality of growth. The lower half was it in full bloom, the other half was it going to seed and being tugged by a gentle wind that carried its cypselae up to the right corner..."

Aliraswaen says, "The seeds transformed near the top into dark birds."

Aliraswaen says, "It was title: When wishes turn to wings."

Missoni lightly says, "How clever."

You cock your head.

Eruien nods approvingly.

Aliraswaen says, "Such a lovely, persistent flower."

Aliraswaen says, "Thank you for sharing."

Aliraswaen asks, "Did anyone else have one?"

Fleurs raises her hand.

Fleurs says, "I am especially fond of the plumeria. Lush, fragrant, and tropical, it always reminds me of good times. I find the scent very relaxing."

Aliraswaen says, "And it is such an amazing specimen as it almost seems fake due it its almost waxy petals."

Rivienne says, "Their blossoms are always so perfect, they almost seem fake."

Rivienne nods at Aliraswaen.

Aliraswaen smiles at Rivienne.

Fleurs glances between Rivienne and Aliraswaen.

Fleurs grins.

Aliraswaen says, "They have such gradient change to them, too."

Ionlas says, "I'm not sure if you've noticed this, but the blossoms almost seem fake."

Aliraswaen says, "Always almost blushed with other hues."

Ionlas's face breaks into a cheeky grin.

Eruien gives a sidelong glance at Ionlas.

Eruien just nudged Ionlas.

Rivienne begins chuckling at Ionlas!

Aliraswaen says, "I do appreciate their spiced undertones. A lovely citrus pop...."

You see Rivienne Mandaire Loenthra of the Shining City.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is subtle in stature and has a balletic body. She appears to have come of age. She has demure violet eyes and lightly tanned skin. She has long, undulant starling black hair that falls to shadow her form. She has a fine-boned face and narrow, delicately pointed ears. Her aspect embodies a fluid symmetry of sharp angles and gentle curves.
She is in good shape.
She is holding an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt in her right hand.
She is wearing a vial-shaped glass pendant containing a preserved emerald green leaf, a gilded silk cincher over a green silk kaftan patterned with a fall of botanical-interspersed arabesques, a vine-wrought gold handflower, and some golden leather thong sandals.

Speaking politely to Arbeia, Aliraswaen inquires, "What is the blossom you hold so dearly?"

Arbeia says, "Oh."

Arbeia glances at a budding pale yellow creosote flower in her hand.

Arbeia asks, "This?"

Arbeia says, "This is a creosote flower."

Arbeia says, "From the desert."

Arbeia says, "I always think of home when I have this with me... for..."

Arbeia says, "When the monsoons come."

Aliraswaen says, "Such a delicate, small bloom."

Arbeia says, "They release the most amazing smell."

Arbeia smiles.

Aliraswaen asks, "May I?"

Arbeia offers Aliraswaen a budding pale yellow creosote flower.

Aliraswaen accepts Arbeia's yellow creosote flower.

Aliraswaen sniffs at her yellow creosote flower.

Aliraswaen says, "Hmmm..."

Aliraswaen thoughtfully says, "Musky...."

Aliraswaen sniffs at her yellow creosote flower.

Arbeia says, "The air fills with that smell after the rains come."

Aliraswaen says, "Almost like fres--- yes."

Aliraswaen offers Arbeia a budding pale yellow creosote flower.

Arbeia accepts Aliraswaen's yellow creosote flower.

Arbeia turns over her yellow creosote flower.

Speaking to Vaelani, Aliraswaen asks, "Did I remember that you raised your hand?"

Speaking encouragingly to Vaelani, Aliraswaen asks, "Had you a bloom to share?"

Speaking jokingly to Vanathys, Oirisu says, "We'll end up with more perfume notes at this rate."

Speaking to Oirisu, Fleurs says, "You can never have too much perfume."

Vaelani tentatively says, "Yes... I was going to mention red feather clover. I'm afraid I don't have one on me to share, but I can best describe it as looking like pinky crimson fox tails when they bloom."

Speaking to Oirisu, Vanathys whispers aloud, "Perhaps a seasonal line at some point."

Oirisu leans softly against Vanathys.

Speaking to Vaelani, Aliraswaen says, "I believe we call those trifoliums."

Vaelani nods at Aliraswaen.

Aliraswaen says, "They rather resemble the thistle in many ways."

Aliraswaen says, "Their tops are silver and white tipped, much like a fox tail as you said."

Vaelani nods in agreement.

Aliraswaen says, "They have a subtly herbaceous smell and a sweet honey-ness to them."

Missoni curiously says, "Where do they grow? I am not certain I have seen them."

Speaking happily to Vaelani, Aliraswaen says, "I lovely bloom indeed."

Aliraswaen says, "They are typically a glade plant, if my memory is any good."

Missoni says, "I shall be more observant."

Aliraswaen asks, "Did anyone else have anything to share?"

Aliraswaen offers Vaelani an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt.

Vaelani accepts Aliraswaen's suede tome.

Speaking to Vaelani, Aliraswaen says, "I think I missed you when we were handing these out."

Aliraswaen says, "Thank you. Every story shared reminds me that gardens are as much about memory as they are about soil. And the hollyhock, for all its humble roots, is a memory keeper."

Fleurs happily says, "I do love flowers, of all types."

Aliraswaen continues, "It grows beside kitchens, beneath bedroom windows, along roads where loved ones once walked."

Missoni applauds Aliraswaen warmly.

Aliraswaen says, "So, I thank you again for your time, your presence, and your willingness to walk this short garden path with me. May you find beauty in the ordinary. May you nurture what rises quietly beside you."

Aliraswaen offers, "And may your hollyhocks grow tall."
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===An Introduction to the Quiet Beauty of Night Gardens -- Lady [[Rivienne]] Mandaire Loenthra===
<pre{{log2}}>
Rivienne says, "Alright then, I'll get started."

You see Rivienne Mandaire Loenthra of the Shining City.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is subtle in stature and has a balletic body. She appears to have come of age. She has demure violet eyes and lightly tanned skin. She has long, undulant starling black hair drawn into fluid whorls ensnaring a lustrous full moon ornament before spilling in waves down the back. She has a fine-boned face and narrow, delicately pointed ears. Her aspect embodies a fluid symmetry of sharp angles and gentle curves.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a tiny arathiel sphere illuminating the hollow of the throat, a corseted jet silk coat swept back at the hips into a composed train, a sleeveless tulle gown descending in drifts of ivory chiffon, and a pair of almond leather slippers on sculpted bone heels.

Arbeia turns to face Rivienne.

Wylnar plops down to the ground in a sitting position.

Your face goes blank.

Rivienne begins, "As light falls away, the world grows both sharper and softer, and our senses rise to meet the darkness."

Lissaya's eyes glaze over as she stares, unfocused, into the distance.

Arbeia nods to Wylnar in greeting.

You give a sidelong glance at Wylnar.

You see Wylnar the Shadowbroker.
He appears to be a Half-Elf from Ta'Vaalor.
He is average height and has a lithesome, nimble build. He appears to be an adult. He has kohl-lined jade green eyes and ghostly pale skin. He has waist-length, silken white blonde hair threaded sparsely with leather beads and left to flow freely over his broad shoulders. He has an angular face, a scar-crossed, straight nose and subtly pointed ears.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a vivid pink linen cape with arabesque-stitched edging, a multi-strapped onyx suede harness over some sleek ebon shadarl armor banded in tonal suede, a pair of stygian half-gloves, a niello silver signet worn on the right pinky, a black leather tool kit, and some thin black leather boots wrapped in dark linen scraps.

Rivienne says, "Scent unfurls in the cooling air, carried more potently as the humidity increases. Sound, too, stretches farther, unbroken and unbothered by the hum of day."

Wylnar reclines back, supporting himself on his palms.

Rivienne thoughtfully asserts, "Darkness asks something of us. Few are taught how to move within it, how to relate to it. More often, we are taught to banish it."

Lissaya shifts her eyes to Rivienne.

Wylnar nods in agreement at Rivienne.

Rivienne says, "But darkness is not an absence. It is a force, a subtle shaping hand that turns familiar land into a foreign country. It is a balm, a companion to light rather than its enemy."

Rivienne calmly explains, "And shadows, far from being voids, are proof of presence. The way light flows around form, the way ripples reveal stones beneath a river."

Bathcwyn Missoni flounces through an arched duo of stained glass doors leading to the walkway amidst a diffuse cloud of prismatic glitter.

Wylnar waves to Missoni.

Rivienne lightly says, "I was raised on a Loenthran estate known for its perfumers' craft, where vast fields of botanicals were cultivated for distillation and trade, but the gardens closest to the house were created for something more personal."

Missoni glances appraisingly at Wylnar.

Missoni gives a short little hum of surprise.

Lissaya gazes forlornly at Missoni.

Rivienne recalls, "I remember my parents spending many of their evening hours together, walking the paths as the night breeze carried shifting waves of scent to meet them."

Rivienne shares, "They would pause beneath an arbor or lean over a cluster of blooms, exchanging thoughts about which notes might blend well or which fragrances would linger or vanish too quickly."

Rivienne says, "Aspiring poets, musicians, and painters under our family's patronage would wander those paths in search of inspiration, sit beneath a lantern to practice their work, or even weep quietly when their art betrayed them."

Wylnar furtively glances at Lissaya.

Rivienne smiles slightly.

You glance down.

Missoni nods sympathetically at Lissaya.

Rivienne explains, "These night gardens, interspersed across the grounds, belonged to everyone in the household."

Lissaya appears to be ignoring everything going on around her.

Rivienne wistfully murmurs, "And the parties...they belonged to the night. We would line the paths with foxfire, just enough to make the gardens glow like something enchanted."

Rivienne softly reminisces, "Somewhere in the dark, a quartet would play, and always, the perfume of the gardens, wild and shifting, would thread itself into the evening."

Missoni gazes with interest at Rivienne.

Wylnar looks thoughtfully at Rivienne.

Ionlas lets out a soft, wistful sigh.

Rivienne reflectively adds, "It always felt, to me, as though the garden itself was hosting the gathering, and we were simply guests."

Rivienne measuredly says, "Around nine elven, our sense of smell naturally sharpens, almost as if the body is tuned to meet the moment when night-blooming flowers begin to release their perfume. The effect feels intentional, like a signal."

(Rivienne lets a smile linger.)

Rivienne knowingly remarks, "The finest night gardens hold their fragrance just beyond reach, letting it drift in waves rather than overwhelm."

Wylnar lets his gaze wander over to you, his attention lingering for a few beats, one pale brow slightly arched.

Rivienne says, "Clusters of scented plants are arranged near seating areas so that each breeze carries a different note, a subtle composition of layered aromas."

Rivienne explains, "Container plants make this art easier, allowing scents to be moved and rearranged as the season shifts, or as one note grows too dominant."

Rivienne notes, "Herbs, sharp, green, and grounding, are part of the design, tempering the sweetness of white blossoms and adding a crisp edge that keeps the garden's breath alive and balanced."

Rivienne thoughtfully states, "The shape of a night garden is defined first by its structure. Hedges, topiary, trees, and shrubs lend the garden a sense of age and permanence, the kind of maturity that makes a garden feel lived in."

Rivienne says, "Paths and patios frame how it is walked, while arbors and lattices rise to lift climbing plants into moonlight."

Lissaya surreptitiously glances at you.

Rivienne notes, "Movement is part of the design, the rustle of grasses bending in the breeze, the faint chime of wind bells, or the mirrored flicker of candlelight in a shallow basin of water. Every element is placed not just for beauty, but to invite pause."

Rivienne evenly says, "Lighting in a night garden is meant to guide, never to dazzle. A single lantern, or the low flicker of candles, can soften the edges of every shape, making faces glow, skin luminous, and eyes catch the light."

Rivienne continues, "The placement of light becomes an art in itself. Grazing light brushed against textured stone, uplighting that gives a tree subtle majesty, shadowing that turns a statue into a silhouette on the wall."

Rivienne states, "Moonlighting, hung high in the overstory of branches, mimics the pale dapple of a clear night. Especially when the sky is overcast. The trick is restraint. To light only what needs to be seen, and let darkness carry the rest."

Missoni smiles.

Rivienne says, "The plants of a night garden are chosen for the way they transform in the dark. Whites, silvers, and pale hues seem to hold the light, while blues and violets deepen into something luminous under the stars."

Wylnar nods approvingly.

Vanathys looks thoughtfully at Rivienne.

Rivienne removes a richly pleated eburnean moonflower from in her jet silk coat.

Rivienne says, "A hedge of yew or other dark foliage serves as a backdrop, making its pale blooms appear to glow. Night-blooming jasmine climbs arbors and trellises, releasing its heady perfume in intervals."

(Rivienne idly traces the moonflower's soft petals as she speaks, her words unhurried.)

Rivienne says, "Tuberose, the 'mistress of the night', sends up spires of fragrance while moonflowers unfurl in a sudden rush, their large, white petals open for only one night before they close forever."

(Rivienne unfurls her fingers into an open palm, splaying them briefly before closing them back into a soft fist.)

Rivienne says, "Silver leaves of lavender, lamb's ear, and white sage catch light like brushed metal, and add herbal notes and a dry spice to the melange."

Rivienne remarks, "You are likely all familiar with petunias, yet may not realize that their sweet vanilla-like fragrance is released almost exclusively at night."

Arbeia smiles.

Rivienne put a richly pleated eburnean moonflower in her jet silk coat.

Rivienne says, "Honeysuckle, too, softens into its full sweetness after dusk, weaving threads of scent through the cooler air."

Rivienne adds, "Evening primrose and night phlox, flowering tobacco and heliotrope, wisteria and nightshades, each one adding its own note to the symphony. The plants are planned to blossom in succession, so that each evening offers something new."

Rivienne continues, "A night garden lives not only through its plants but through the creatures it draws."

Rivienne removes a marbled green luna moth from in her jet silk coat.

Rivienne says, "Moths, pale-winged and restless, are guided by fragrance and the steady light of the moon. Other light sources confuse them, but in the darkness of a true night garden, they follow their ancient rhythms, pollinating far more widely than bees."

Ionlas glances at Gilenir.

Rivienne explains, "Every moth is bound to a plant, often a tree, that completes its life cycle. Without it, the moth cannot exist. This luna moth, for instance, begins and ends its life entwined with the persimmon tree. Its larvae feed on its leaves, and it took its first flight from its boughs. The tree and the moth are part of one anothers story."

Ionlas squints at Gilenir.

Eruien gazes at Rivienne.

(Rivienne tilts the moth slightly, tracing the arc of an eye spot with a hovering fingertip.)

Rivienne observes, "The markings on their wings are often quiet warnings, mimicking the unblinking eyes of snakes or the wide gaze of owls, reminders of what else moves in the night."

Gilenir nods sagely at Ionlas.

Ionlas folds his arms over his chest as he leans back in his chair.

Rivienne says, "Fireflies appear as living sparks, rising and falling, each species flashing in a pattern as unique as a signature."

(Rivienne slowly uncups her hands, revealing the steady blue glow of a ghost firefly.)

Arelder gazes in wonder at Rivienne.

Rivienne states, "This is a unique species of firefly, called a blue ghost. Unlike the golden flicker of common fireflies, their light is a steady, ethereal blue that can last for nearly a minute at a time. They do not flash in patterns but drift like will-o'-wisps through the dark, their glow constant and haunting."

Wylnar reclines back even further, propped up on his elbows now as he listens to the lecture.

(Rivienne remains unfazed as the firefly slips free of her cupped hands, its light weaving upward before it veers toward the faintly glowing arathiel at her throat.)

Rivienne explains, "In certain places, entire colonies of fireflies flash in perfect unison, as though a single pulse runs through them all. It is not a strict rhythm but a wave, like candlelight being passed from one to another, flowing through the dark. The more they gather, the more their lights align, until an entire swath of forest or meadow seems to breathe, inhaling light, exhaling shadow."

Rivienne remarks, "Which, in a way, is exactly what they do. When they draw breath, compounds within their bodies meet the air and ignite, glowing until they release it again."

(Rivienne cuts short the firefly's flirtation with the arathiel and slips it back into her coat.)

Rivienne put a tiny lucent blue ghost firefly in her jet silk coat.

Rivienne says, "Glowworms weave a faint steady glow along moss beds or damp crevices, while foxfire, which refers to more than a single species of bio-luminescent fungi, lines fallen branches or old logs."

Rivienne says, "These glows are subtle but they lend the garden a sense of being alive. The presence of these creatures is proof of balance, a sign that the garden is part of something greater."

Rivienne says, "Water brings both movement and reflection to a night garden. A still, dark-lined pool can mirror the stars, becoming a moongazing basin."

Rivienne says, "Fountains and spills of water soften noise from beyond garden walls and the drift of floating candles moves the light."

Rivienne says, "The sky, too, is part of the design. Openings in the canopy frame constellations, and telescopes invite guests to look upward. Even circular paths and garden features can be arranged to echo the passage of the moons. A nod to the idea, as above, so below."

(Rivienne moves her hand, using her fingertips to trace the line of an invisible circle in the air before her.)

Rivienne says, "The influence of the moons stirs both groundwater and growth, and the night garden, like the tides, responds to their phases."

Rivienne elaborates, "Their shifting cycles set the pace for planting, tending, and harvesting, especially for botanicals meant for magical or alchemical use."

Rivienne warns, "No planting is done on the day or night of the new moon, when energy is unsettled and the pull is at its lowest."

Rivienne says, "As the moon begins to wax, so do the plants, drawing in moisture and strength, marking the the time to sow seeds and encourage new growth."

Rivienne notes, "The full moon is a moment of culmination, its broad light drawing water to the surface of the soil, making it the ideal time for harvesting botanicals at their peak potency."

Rivienne says, "As the moon wanes, the garden enters a phase of release and preparation. Pruning, clearing, and readying for the next cycle."

Rivienne says, "Thank you for listening, for walking this garden path with me in thought and memory."

Wylnar sits up straight.

Wylnar applauds Rivienne.

Arbeia applauds politely.

Rivienne shares, "I believe every scent carries a story, and a night garden tells a new story with every nightfall."

Rivienne proudly states, "In Loenthra, some of us hold that the highest art is to become a muse unto others."

Speaking to Rivienne, Ionlas says, "I need one now."

Rivienne gently concludes, "If my words have stirred something in you, a wish to create or to see the ordinary differently, then my purpose here is complete."

Vanathys agrees with Ionlas.

Eruien applauds Rivienne.

You applaud Rivienne warmly.
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===Pruned, Twisted, and Bewitched: An Overview of Magically Altered Flora -- Professor [[Vanathys|Vanathys Ravistel]] Vaalor===
<pre{{log2}}>
Vanathys begins, "Good afternoon. I'm Vanathys Ravistel, Royal Botanist to Ta'Vaalor. Today, we will discuss an overview of magical plant alteration, touching briefly on a range of techniques, their theoretical bases, and ethical implications."

Ionlas gazes at Vanathys.

Arbeia turns an inquisitive ear toward Vanathys.

Vanathys glances at a rectangular slate board propped on an easel.

You gaze with interest at Vanathys.

Vanathys says, "A brief outline is available on the board."

>read board

In the Common language, it reads:

Pruned, Twisted, and Bewitched:
An Overview of Magically Altered Flora

I. Techniques
A. Symbiotic Grafting
B. Elemental or Spiritual Infusion
C. Rune-Grafting
D. Transpositional Binding
E. Emotional or Empathetic Imprinting
II. Inheritance
III. Ethics and Sentience

Vanathys points out, "This is meant to be more of a survey to establish a foundational knowledge rather than an exhaustive exploration of the topic."

Lissaya shifts her eyes to a rectangular slate board propped on an easel.

Vanathys folds his hands behind his back.

Ibar takes a moment to observe a rectangular slate board propped on an easel.

Vanathys says, "The first technique will be perhaps the most familiar to you, as it can also be done to lesser effect without magic--symbiotic grafting."

Eruien glances at Ionlas.

Vanathys explains, "Symbiotic grafting is favored by nature-attuned practitioners, druids, and the Greengair. It's considered the gentlest of techniques, as it involves binding compatible plants together using naturally aligned magical fields."

[Arboretum, Arboreal Gallery]
Verdant-curtained foliage drapes across the fallen arboreal forms scattered along the forest floor, the various trunks and elongated branches sculpted around the archways encircling the dome. Vibrantly colored toadstools encircle the moss-covered tables nestled into the soil, the clusters framed by branch-crafted easels and twine-hung yll'suta. Birdsong echoes throughout the area, the avians hidden amongst the canopy of greenery set high above. You also see a flying black portfolio, a vexed wasteland spirit that is flying around, a large vibrant harlequin macaw parrot, a yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake covered in star anises, a lazy wild deep red dog, a green-eyed ridge caracal, a rectangular slate board propped on an easel and a low oval planter sporting white and lavender hollyhocks.
Also here: Ibar who is sitting, Adjutant Yunni, Rivienne who is sitting, Tikba who is sitting, Loremaster Rohese who is sitting, Stassy, Feriae who is sitting, Lord Gilenir, Aubriella who is sitting, Fleurs who is sitting, Oirisu who is sitting, Bathcwyn Missoni who is sitting, Riend who is sitting, Miss Lissaya who is sitting, Arbeia who is sitting, Lord Eruien who is sitting, Lord Ionlas who is sitting, Vanathys
Obvious paths: out

Vanathys eloquently says, "Rather than forcing traits from one onto the other, it encourages mutual adaptation over time through shared root systems, entwined stems, or joined vascular systems."

Vanathys offhandedly notes, "I've found growth cycles and lunar or seasonal conditions can affect the success rate, though the exact conditions required vary by plant."

Vanathys suggests, "It's best to keep a detailed log of your attempts."

Vanathys shares, "Symbiotic grafting relies on the principle of life resonance or the idea that living organisms with compatible energetic rhythms can merge gradually without trauma."

Eruien squints at Vanathys.

Eruien whispers something to Ionlas.

You see Lord Eruien Lithavir the Living Canvas and Most Esteemed Representative of Ta'Loenthra.
He appears to be a Loenthra Elf.
He is tall and has a lithe body. He appears to be young and robust. He has subtly tilted, azure-flecked sea green eyes and unlined pale skin. He has long, silky ginger hair drawn into a loose half-braid by a loop of naefira-carved resaeun. He has a long, softly angled face, a straight nose and broad shoulders.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a translucent filament strung with a single drop of fused glass, a cropped sueded jacket dyed a rich larkspur blue hue, a deep-plunging charcoal brocade waistcoat cut short at the ribs over a sheer chiffon shirt veiled in floral embroidery across the chest, a finger-spanning coiled silver ring kissed with powdered amethyst, a pair of pearl grey twill trousers slit at the calves to reveal lace godets, and a pair of mirror-shined leather brogues with cutout vamps.

Rohese lowers her gaze.

Vanathys says, "Unlike sorcerous grafting, which we will discuss later, this process fosters balance and longevity, albeit the results can take time to manifest."

Gilenir nods in agreement.

Vanathys says, "This symbiotic grafting can be used to build disease or weather-resistant hybrids, share resources between plants with different root depths, and amplify the traits of hybrid plants through this harmony."

Yunni looks lost in thought.

Vanathys paces before the crowd as he gets more into the lecture, his hands talking with him.

Vanathys says, "An example of symbiotic grafting that is done with and without magic is apple and pear grafting. These fruit trees are closely aligned genetically, and as such, they have been successfully grafted onto shared rootstocks and harmonize quite well."

Vanathys says, "While symbiotic grafting is a slow process intended for long-term use, there are other methods that will return results quite quickly, albeit temporarily."

Rohese cocks her head at Vanathys.

Vanathys adds, "The first, and perhaps most common, is through elemental or spiritual infusion. This is most closely aligned to how the Farming Circles of magic work."

Vanathys asks, "Anyone here from an agricultural family?"

Speaking to Tikba, Vanathys says, "You will likely be familiar with some of this."

Vanathys nods at Rivienne.

Vanathys explains, "Those aligned with elemental or spiritual manas may induce temporary changes in plants by exposing them to controlled magical fields, typically in saturation."

Vanathys continues, "There are innumerable ways to do this, but in all cases, the magical energy must be gradually introduced in low doses to avoid a violent reaction from the plant's essence. After all, infusions rely on resonance harmonization with the plant's natural energy."

Vanathys holds up two fingers and slowly pinches them together until they are almost touching.

Vanathys says, "Slow and steady, as they say."

Vanathys evenly elaborates, "Individual practitioners will typically use a spell circle or a channeling apparatus aligned with their chosen element or spiritual frequency, alongside catalytic materials. Depending on the plant, the changes intended, and the plant's temperament, this can be a long and exhausting process, taking anywhere from minutes to hours."

Vanathys says, "In a larger farming setup, generally much of this becomes automated through the use of attuned crystals bound to the mana flows that give off a low, steady stream of energy to the plants."

(Rohese gives you a slight nod with a hopeful smile.)

Vanathys says, "The intended changes include accelerated growth, elemental or disease resistance, or sometimes even bioluminescence."

Vanathys says, "If you are into glowing plants, at least."

Vanathys notes, "This interaction does not restructure the plant's core essence, it is more of an overlay, so the effects are not enduring beyond the magical influence, and as such, not inheritable."

Vanathys continues, "Where symbiotic grafting and elemental or spiritual infusion are more flow magic, rune-grafting is a more rote form of flora manipulation."

Vanathys clears his throat.

Vanathys says, "Transitory in nature, this is most commonly completed on trees or shrubs, though it can be done on other types of plants if the surrounding soil is used or they have a taproot or some other larger structure to work on."

Vanathys adds, "Cacti are agreeable to this, for example."

Vanathys simply shares, "Though this is likely obvious, this method involves inscribing magical symbols or embedding enchanted runes into a plant's bark--or roots, or soil."

Vanathys emphatically says, "This can be used to great effect to enhance traits such as growth rate, environmental reactivity, or minor autonomous movement; essentially, you have turned the plant into a spellbook, so there are few limitations to what you can make it do, but it is far more specific and guided than in the prior, more naturally driven techniques."

Vanathys gives a sidelong glance at Oirisu.

Vanathys sheepishly admits, "The weeping willow at my estate once slapped anyone who lied nearby. Delightful at parties, really, though I can't say I enjoyed it when I was on the receiving end."

Oirisu appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Arbeia gawks at Vanathys.

Vanathys laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.

Missoni gazes in amusement at Vanathys.

Vanathys adds, "It was very, very sensitive to untruths."

Vanathys remarks, "But, eventually, and most fortunately, the bark grew over it."

Vanathys says, "This form of plant alteration must be constantly maintained, lest the plant outgrow them and the magic is lost."

Arbeia says, "Perhaps not use that on a cacti."

Arbeia says, "Being slapped by one would..."

Vanathys laughs!

Vanathys agrees with Arbeia.

Missoni glances over at Arbeia and winces.

Vanathys sweeps his gaze over the crowd, his demeanor becoming more serious.

Vanathys says, "The last two methods we'll discuss today are discussed purely in an intellectual capacity, as I do not suggest you ever use either of these techniques."

You glance at a rectangular slate board propped on an easel.

Missoni cocks her head.

Vanathys quietly inquires, "Have you ever seen a rose that grows from lichen and smells like grief?"

Vanathys grimly shares, "I have. Not by my hand, mind you, but it was a victim of transpositional binding."

Vanathys expounds, "Also known as sorcerous grafting, transpositional binding is an experimental method that utilizes minor planar rifts to graft traits between species or bind... external attributes."

Vanathys frowns.

Aubriella says, "That sounds dangerous."

Vanathys seriously warns, "The issue is that planar rifts do not ask permission. They do not ask for direction. They splice and scramble as they will. The results are... unpredictable and dangerous, albeit often memorable."

Rohese nods faintly.

Fleurs glances about with a look of concern on her face.

Vanathys says, "Transpositional binding typically results in spontaneous hybridization or unintended mutation. This is considered an extremely volatile practice."

Arbeia says, "Do not try this Missoni."

Rohese interestedly interjects, "I will actually be touching on that later."

Vanathys warningly adds, "It's also ethically questionable when involving unstable planes, which it often does."

Vanathys cautions, "Prolonged exposure to demonic valences may create hostile or predatory botanical forms. Most academic institutions severely restrict or completely ban this practice."

Arbeia quietly says, "A hostile cactus...."

Speaking to Arbeia, Missoni reassures, "I mostly only create planar rifts I can control."

Arbeia shudders.

Vanathys says, "On that serious note, the last method we'll discuss today seems most innocent and well-intentioned, perhaps particularly when juxtaposed with sorcerous grafting. However, it can be just as, if not at times more, controversial."

Vanathys warmly remarks, "Some botanists and other enthusiasts, usually those with soft hands and softer hearts, enjoy whispering, talking, singing, or praying to their plants."

Rohese softly giggles.

Vanathys evenly elaborates, "If intentionally driven by empathic projection or spiritual resonance, emotion can be imprinted into a plant. This is done through meditative or emotionally focused states to bond with the plant over prolonged and repeat periods of time."

Vanathys continues, "To condition the plant, the individual may then use a variety of techniques, including (but not limited to) aura synchronization, ritual verbalizations of stories or chanting, musical entrainment, or behavioral reinforcement."

Vanathys explains, "For example, a vine may learn to recoil from cruelty. A rose may be conditioned to bloom to music or laughter. It's gentler work."

Ionlas looks thoughtfully at Vanathys.

Vanathys grimly adds, "And sometimes, more dangerous."

Vanathys says, "You see, emotional or empathetic imprinting alters the plant's behavioral response matrix rather than its structure."

Vanathys paces slowly as he continues explaining.

Vanathys postulates, "This treads a fine line between adaptive behavior and... well, emergent cognition, straying precariously close to sentience and raising serious moral concerns."

Vanathys seriously reminds, "A flower that mourns when picked is not a success story."

Vanathys glances around the area.

Eruien nods slowly.

Lissaya shifts her weight.

Vanathys says, "On the note of altering structure and behaviors, let's briefly discuss inheritance."

Vanathys says, "Many ask, 'If I grow a luminous cabbage, will its seedlings grow?' The short answer is, no."

Vanathys chuckles.

Vanathys corrects, "Glow, even."

Vanathys amusedly adds, "The longer answer is still no, unless you are working ritualistically, repeatedly, and with enough time to convince the plant it was always that way."

Vanathys explains, "Generally speaking, a magical alteration is an overlay that exists atop the natural essence, not a genetic change."

Vanathys says, "Exceptions typically occur only with extensive, generational magical reinforcement."

Vanathys says, "Another exception is during major magical events. Think Maelshyve or Old Ta'Faendryl or Toullaire. Excessive exposure to high levels of magical energy will typically mutate any plants it does not kill, at an essential and genetic level, but this is not typically directed by an individual to obtain desired results."

Missoni adopts an agreeable expression.

Vanathys offhandedly theorizes, "The influx of energy at leylines could accelerate the acceptance of magical reinforcement, but this is still up for debate."

(Rohese perks up at the mention of leylines.)

Vanathys adds, "The inheritable effects of transpositional binding are still being studied by a highly regulated few, as the resulting plants are typically too unpredictable and dangerous to manage to breed."

Vanathys says, "...Minus the ones that repeatedly self-replicate at astonishing speed."

Vanathys says, "This brings us to the last topic--sentient flora and ethical concerns."

Vanathys jokes, "Let's be frank: If your azalea cries when you prune it, maybe don't."

Vanathys says, "Sentience in plants is rare, but not unheard of, particularly around high-energy regions near spiritual or elemental nexuses."

Missoni gazes in amusement at Vanathys.

Vanathys says, "Recognizable signs of sentience include reactive movement, vocalization, response to pain or praise, and memory-like behavior."

Vanathys jokingly says, "It may even scream at you or ask for a hug."

Vanathys glances at a yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake covered in star anises.

Vanathys emphasizes, "Ethically, the line is drawn at response to harm. A vine that recoils, whimpers, or heals itself is not merely alive--it's aware."

Vanathys pointedly repeats, "It's aware."

Vanathys instructs, "At this point, avoid forcing magical compliance--or what we often call sympathetic dominance. You should be treating cognitively responsive flora as living subjects with autonomy and potential rights."

Vanathys says, "That being said, I've provided the standard definitions for sentience as generally accepted in the botanical studies community. There are ethical debates even about that."

Vanathys gently notes, "Some believe all plants have a spirit or a soul, and as such, all could be considered sentient--essentially, not reacting as we expect to stimuli does not mean they are not having a response we cannot see or feel or hear. These people are generally opposed to magical alteration."

Vanathys carefully reminds, "In cultures where flora play religious or ancestral roles, this form of magic may be considered a sacrilege. As such, always consult local custom and spiritual doctrine before experimenting."

Vanathys warningly points out, "Finally, introducing awareness--whether you mean to or not--carries a moral responsibility."

Arbeia nods knowingly.

Lissaya wrinkles her nose.

Vanathys delicately reflects, "Is a flower that blooms only for praise truly bettered, or is it imprisoned by need?"

Vanathys raises an eyebrow.

Vanathys glances around the area.

Vanathys sincerely counsels, "Magical manipulation of plant life represents a delicate intersection of arcane methodology and natural order. It requires respect, restraint, and rigorous ethical consideration at all times."

Vanathys concludes, "Our role is not to dominate, but to collaborate with nature with both responsibility and humility."

Vanathys appreciatively says, "Thank you for your attention. I will now open the floor for questions."

Arbeia says, "What are your personal thoughts on...."

Arbeia asks, "The magical... root vegetables?"

Vanathys glances at a yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake covered in star anises.

Arbeia says, "Those odd little...singing ones."

Arbeia says, "No no."

Arbeia says, "Not the mandrakes."

Arbeia says, "The...potato."

Fleurs pets a budding sentient potato wearing a plush brown teddy bear costume.

Lissaya wrinkles her nose in distaste.

Vanathys says, "Oh, the potatoes..."

Arbeia nods at Vanathys.

Vanathys says, "I honestly have not studied them. I expect they are some form of transpositional binding that managed not to kill someone."

Vanathys says, "But, it is only an educated guess."

Vanathys asks, "Any other questions?"

Fleurs raises her hand.

Rohese raises her hand.

Fleurs asks, "Is the volatility of the plants in the Confluence due to the magical energy you speak of?"

Fleurs says, "Some of them can... explode... if mishandled."

Vanathys nods.

Fleurs nods understandingly.

Vanathys says, "Excessive exposure to high-levels of energy does multiple things to plants... If they are resilient enough not to expire, it tends to mutate them in violent ways."

Vanathys says, "They are more volatile, more resistant to damage or poor conditions..."

Vanathys says, "Exploding, poison, burning, rash-causing irritants... all more common."

Vanathys nods.

Arbeia shudders.

Vanathys says, "Particularly when, as mentioned with the elemental and spiritual infusion, it's not done slowly."

Yunni quietly murmurs, "Exploding?"

Vanathys says, "Saturation is possible but it needs to be gradual to avoid the reaction."

Fleurs says, "Oh, things shift in there all the time."

Fleurs nods in agreement.

Rohese wrinkles her nose.

Arbeia quietly says, "Exploding cacti..."

Speaking to Rohese, Vanathys asks, "Did you have a question?"

Speaking to Arbeia, Fleurs says, "Almost."

Rohese softly exclaims, "I do!"

Speaking softly to Vanathys, Rohese asks, "In the case of a grafting experiment that someone else is undertaking - where it is likely to take quite some time to complete - is it possible for another to take it over in their absence or would you recommend leaving that project to fend for itself - for want of a better term?"

Ibar whispers aloud, "As if i dont have to worry about exploding enough."

Speaking to Rohese, Vanathys says, "That's complicated and depends on your philosophical thought about the nature of plants on a more spiritual level."

Speaking quietly to Rohese, Feriae admits, "I've been watering it a bit when doing the rounds."

Arbeia fiddles with her mesquite case before lifting the latch and flipping the cover open.

Arbeia removes a diminutive camel-shaped topiary from in her mesquite case.

Speaking gratefully to Feriae, Rohese says, "Thank you."

Arbeia removes a pair of silver pruning shears from in her mesquite case.

Speaking to Rohese, Vanathys says, "I would say it's entirely possible, without issue, if you know what you are doing. However, there are many that think it would require some sort of spiritual bond with it, after it has been altered by another."

Arbeia prunes her topiary.

Arbeia smiles.

Speaking to Rohese, Vanathys says, "Also possible to take over, I would think, but you may need to do so more slowly, gently, and intentionally."

Rohese softly says, "I am inclined to tend it out of affection as it was - is - my husband's work."

Rohese softly says, "So with care then."

Speaking to Rohese, Vanathys says, "I would say that if the latter is true, then, that you are already a step ahead in the bond."

Fleurs says, "Watering seems quite gentle."

Vanathys asks, "Any other questions?"

Missoni raises her hand.

Eruien raises his hand.

Speaking appreciatively to Vanathys, Rohese says, "Thank you, I shall endeavour to live up to his intentions."

Speaking to Eruien, Vanathys says, "No."

Speaking to Missoni, Vanathys asks, "Yes, Missoni?"

Missoni gazes in amusement at Eruien.

Eruien laughs!

Oirisu surreptitiously glances at Eruien.

Missoni says, "You have mentioned that magical manipulation often has volatile effects, such as creating more poisonous specimens."

Speaking to Missoni, Vanathys says, "If done improperly, yes."

Oirisu whispers something to Eruien.

Speaking to Vanathys, Missoni asks, "Has such manipulation been used to make poisonous plants perhaps...safer?"

Speaking to Missoni, Vanathys says, "It absolutely has and can be done. Symbiotic grafting is a good way to handle it, but so is spiritual infusion."

Speaking to Missoni, you ask, "Would that be in pursuit of uncovering useful qualities that may be guarded beyond a perilous gate?"

Vanathys says, "It may be difficult to find a compatible symbiotic graft, but if you can find one that has natural properties that resist poison, it could be technically used to dampen rather than amplify the poisonous effects of the hybrid."

Speaking to you, Missoni says, "Yes, or even to address concerns in an ecosystem. If a monarch could eat something besides milkweed, perhaps such populations could be bolstered."

Vanathys says, "Otherwise, I would say you could use spiritual infusion to dampen them, but keep in mind that once the fruit or leaf or other structure is severed from the plant, it would likely lose that dampening effect."

Speaking to Missoni, Vanathys says, "However, it would work in that context."

Missoni nods thoughtfully at Vanathys.

You nod understandingly.

Aubriella says, "There are some berries and plants that naturally remove poison."

Speaking to Vanathys, Missoni asks, "That is quite fascinating. So once you plucked the berry from the magically altered plant, it would become poisonous again?"

Missoni says, "I suppose that does makes sense. The influence of the rune or other means of manipulation is gone."

Missoni leans forward and rests her chin in her hand, a thoughtful expression on her face.

Speaking to Missoni, Vanathys says, "It could. Though, there's a possibility if you start a continuous infusion from seeding, perhaps it would never formulate the poisonous aspects."

Missoni nods slowly.

Vanathys says, "I've never tried."

Vanathys says, "I probably will now."

Vanathys laughs!

Aubriella begins chuckling at Vanathys!

Speaking to Vanathys, Missoni exclaims, "I hope you will let us know how it goes!"

Vanathys says, "In truth, most of my work for Ta'Vaalor goes into building resistances for crop yields."

Speaking to Vanathys, Fleurs says, "It was nice knowing you."

Riend slowly empties her lungs.

Vanathys asks, "Any other questions, other than from Lord Lithavir?"

Arbeia begins chuckling at Vanathys!

Eruien says, "It was only mildly sarcastic."

Arbeia says, "Mildly."

Speaking softly to Eruien, Rohese commends, "Mildly is an improvement."

Vanathys says, "Excellent. If there are no other questions, I'll conclude so we have time to rest our brains before Rohese's upcoming lecture."
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===Verdant Symbiosis: Communion, Ritual and Reverence -- Lady Rohese Bayvel===
<pre{{log2}}>Rohese softly says, "Well, I've finished my tea so I don't have an excuse now."

Arbeia smiles at Rohese.

Rohese glances around the area.

Rohese softly greets, "Good afternoon, everyone!"

Yunni beams happily at Rohese!

Rohese folds her hands.

Rohese softly says, "In yesterday's lecture, we briefly explored how the sentience and survival of trees is interwoven with the lives of the smaller, often-overlooked flora and fauna that dwell in their leafy shade and furrowed bark."

Rohese softly says, "It would be remiss to speak of symbiosis and sentience within our forests without reflecting on our place in it..."

Rohese wrinkles her nose.

Rohese softly continues, "...how we also participate in the verdant orchestra of Elanthia."

Rohese softly remarks, "We are not merely observers of the wild, nor masters over it; we are collaborators, interpreters, and sometimes even supplicants."

Tikba looks thoughtfully at Rohese.

Rohese softly says, "Across Elanith, we have long cultivated bonds with the natural world; not only through stewardship, but through communion, ritual, and reverence."

Rohese softly says, "And it is this latter part that I wish to cover today."

Rohese brightly says, "Let us start close to home."

Rohese softly says, "Among the elves of Ta'Illistim, our relationship with trees is one of careful observation and scholarly deference."

Rohese softly informs, "We tend to view the world as a great library and trees are some of the books whereby we may read and see the traits attributed to the Arkati: their supposed power, wisdom, goodness, and malevolence."

Rohese softly adds, "For as trees are books, so likewise in the same sense they have a voice and speak plainly to us and teach us if we are willing to listen."

Rohese softly elaborates, "During our Udienaeun, we consult the language of leaf, bark and branch as we might consult a library, for trees have long memories, and their patterns of growth and flowering can reveal more than soil or season."

Rohese softly says, "Some among the Loremasters - particularly the palaeoreaders - practice dendromancy, the art of divination by the reading of bark fissures that are said to predict cycles of unrest or renewal."

Rohese softly says, "The glowbark tree in the Veythorne Manor grounds, beloved to me and woven deeply into my own work, has become both muse and oracle."

Rohese reaches out with a complex gesture and activates the panel of her agara-fae wristlet. Silvery white will-o'-wisps suddenly appear and dance in the air before coalescing and shifting into a majestic glowbark tree illusion.

Rohese purses her mouth, pondering a majestic glowbark tree illusion. The expression on her face speaks volumes.

Rohese softly says, "Its luminous canopy pulses brighter during times of emotional or magical turbulence, leading some to believe it responds to more than just moonlight."

Rohese softly says, "In Ta'Nalfein, the elves there, who are more attuned to cultivation and refinement, have preserved a courtly tradition of floromancy, using the arrangement, colour, and bloom-time of flowers for both communication and prediction."

Gilenir nods once.

Rohese softly says, "A blossom out of season is viewed as a subtle portent, while the emergence of a second bloom on a fading vine may be taken as a sign of renewal or resurgence."

Vanathys gives a sidelong glance at Oirisu.

Rohese smiles at Oirisu.

Speaking softly to Oirisu, Rohese says, "Perhaps you might share more on that some time."

Vanathys smiles quietly to himself.

Rohese softly says, "Nalfein terraced gardens are planted not just for aesthetic or alchemical use, but with patterns intended to resonate with prophetic dreams."

Oirisu nods briefly at Rohese.

Rohese softly says, "Their diviners often sleep in glass arboreta to receive such visions more clearly, surrounded by carefully curated flora."

Rohese softly says, "And it comes as no surprise that flora figures significantly in their Black Rose Decks."

Rohese removes a vine-edged hunter green deck painted with a black rose from in her linden case.

Ionlas murmurs, "Interesting."

Pulling the first card of the deck, Rohese slowly turns it over and presents it for all to see. The decorative placard has a tangled vine border sporting black tea roses, while the center colorfully displays the image of a pale dark yellow daffodil crown upon a long green stalk. After a brief moment, she carefully adds it to the bottom of her deck.

Rohese smiles.

Stassy says, "That sounds amazing."

Pulling the first card of the deck, Rohese slowly turns it over and presents it for all to see. The decorative placard has a tangled vine border sporting black tea roses, while the center colorfully displays the image of a delicate violet surrounded by wide leaves. After a brief moment, she carefully adds it to the bottom of her deck.

Rohese put a vine-edged hunter green deck painted with a black rose in her linden case.

Rohese softly says, "In contrast, the Ardenai elves of the Darkling Wood preserve a raw, ancient form of plant symbiosis, often centred around the deep groves of their homeland, as well as their more widely known custom of floral symbolism."

Rohese surreptitiously glances at Yunni.

Rohese softly says, "To them, all things speak, given the correct stillness to listen."

Rohese softly points out, "As well as Wind-sight - the simple release of natural debris and subsequent interpretation of its fall - they also practice rhyllomancy, an oral tradition of interpreting the creaks, groans, and leaf-fall of ancient trees."

Ibar surreptitiously glances at Yunni.

Rohese snaps out her hand with a complex gesture. An ethereal illusion of a sun-dappled forest glade appears above the palm of her hand, wavers briefly, and vanishes.

Rohese softly says, "Certain practitioners are known to sit unmoving beneath the same tree for days, awaiting the forest's reply to questions unspoken."

Rohese softly repeats, "Days!"

Rohese softly says, "Sylvans embody a more intuitive communion."

Rohese softly says, "Their seers listen to the rustle of wind through leaves or the cadence of falling pinecones."

Rohese softly says, "Some practice aeromancy by interpreting the spiral of windblown petals or the song of migratory birds overhead."

Rohese softly says, "I have been privileged to witness them drawing fate-lines in the dew of morning leaves and reading droplets like the starstones of the Burghal Gnomes spread upon a table."

Rohese softly says, "And we must not forget the Forest Gnomes, whose bond with the wild is as practical as it is magical."

Rohese softly continues, "They turn to lichenomancy or the "ohoc nuu," divining outcomes by the shape and spread of lichen on stones and fallen logs."

Rohese softly says, "The Inyexat, on the other hand, have perfected myco- and sporemancy, interpreting the growth patterns of fungi clusters or the colour of mycelial threads in the soil."

Rivienne smiles.

Rohese softly says, "It is said that some gnomes divine safe routes through the forest not with map or compass, but by watching how certain mosses curl when touched at dawn."

Rohese interestedly says, "Their bond with insects too is woven into their augury: a swarm's movement across a stump, or a single beetle pausing atop a seed, may mean more to a gnome than a hundred words."

Rohese wrinkles her nose.

Rohese softly says, "Together, these traditions form a kind of collective wisdom, diverse in method, united in intent."

Rohese softly says, "They remind us that nature is not passive matter, but a partner."

You nod slowly.

Rohese softly says, "It offers signs, patterns, and omens for those with the patience to perceive them."

Rohese softly says, "To read a tree's leaf is not so different from reading a rune."

Rohese smiles quietly to herself.

Rohese softly says, "To sit in close proximity to a Mother Tree in silence is to place one's trust in the world's older rhythms."

Rohese softly says, "Beyond their role in divination, the plants of Elanthia also offer us gifts more immediate and tangible..."

Rohese softly says, "...their virtues of healing, restoration, and gentle remedy."

Rohese softly says, "Long before empaths mastered the binding of flesh or bones, the forest offered poultices, tinctures, and infusions to soothe both the body, mind, and spirit."

Rohese softly says, "Though spell casting may offer swift cures, many still turn to herbal alchemy for its subtle touch and natural rhythm."

Rohese softly notes, "Basal moss, for example, grows on the bark of deciduous trees and can repair minor bruising, cuts and scrapes to the eyes and torso."

Missoni smiles.

Rohese softly says, "And red lichen, a symbiotic combination of algae and fungus, is often found crawling along the bark of fir trees."

Rohese softly informs, "When brewed as an infusion, it is a good cure for minor nerve damage."

Rohese softly says, "Magic breathes through stone, metal ore, and plant alike and our relationship to the natural world is never neutral."

Rohese softly says, "We are guests, yes, but also kin."

Rohese softly opines, "The trees may outlive us, but they remember our kindness or our neglect."

Rohese nods faintly.

Rohese reluctantly admits, "Though it is in my nature to dwell on harmony, beauty, and connection, I must turn now, however briefly, to the shadows that gather when such kinship is forgotten."

Arbeia raises an eyebrow in Rohese's direction.

You cock your head.

Rohese softly says, "Some ancient forests still bear the scars of war or over-zealous timber production."

Rohese softly laments, "The once-thriving groves beyond Talador's borders were reduced to nothing - not by axe, but by unchecked ambition and reckless magic."

Tikba nods somberly at Rohese.

Yunni winces.

Rohese sadly remarks, "I have wandered their ashen grey mounds, and I did not hear birdsong."

Arbeia reaches out and touches her silver locket.

Rohese tightly says, "There are also some that seek to twist nature by cross-breeding plants and other materials via mundane methods or chaotic magical tempering."

Rohese softly reminds, "Lord Ravistel touched on this earlier in his fascinating lecture."

(Rohese nods in acknowledgement to Vanathys.)

Aubriella glances at Vanathys.

Rohese disgustedly says, "Mutated weeping willows and thew bark trees, like the monstrosities in Goblyn's so-called garden, do not belong in this world."

Vanathys nods at Rohese.

Rohese softly says, "There are also those who walk blindly or boldly across hallowed ground."

Rohese snaps out her hand with a complex gesture. A stately lasimor tree illusion appears above the palm of her hand, wavers briefly, and vanishes.

Rohese thoughtfully says, "How many give thought to the rare and towering lasimor - with its deep and spiritual resonance - as they head through the forest to the Mistwatch shore."

Rohese softly points out, "The tree is a living embodiment of sacred geometry."

Rohese softly elaborates, "Its trunk, formed from the entwining of at least three distinct saplings, reflects the principle of unity through multiplicity; a triadic form resonant with Elanthia's most ancient magical symbology."

Rohese softly says, "The intertwining pattern of its growth and the spiral alignment of its bark is believed to align with ley energy."

Vanathys nods slightly.

Rohese softly discloses, "The largest recorded lasimor, formed from seven interwoven trunks, is considered to be a sacred expression of the septenary; symbolizing wholeness, harmony, and elven superiority."

Eruien looks thoughtfully at Rohese.

Rohese softly reminds, "There were originally seven Elven Houses."

Rohese softly notes, "And seven colossal modwir trees in Yuriqen."

Rohese softly says, "But not all harm is wrought from malice."

Rohese smiles.

Rohese softly says, "More often, it is the footfall that does not pause to listen, the flame lit for convenience without thought for what lies nearby."

Rohese softly assures, "Yet, in naming these things, I do not seek to scold but to remind."

Rohese softly says, "For if we are capable of harming, we are equally capable of healing."

Rohese warmly recalls, "Just ask the Greengair Gnomes of the Yasrenila Compound in Ta'Vaalor."

Rohese softly says, "So let us choose reverence, and in so doing, become part of the same sacred pattern that threads through lichen, moss, flower, insect, and root."

Rohese softly concludes, "May we listen. May we learn. And may we always return to leaf shade with humility."

Rohese clasps her hands in a reverent gesture.

Rohese softly murmurs, "Thank you."

Missoni applauds Rohese warmly.

Gilenir applauds Rohese warmly.

Rohese nods appreciatively.

Rivienne applauds.

Rohese relievedly says, "And now I need more tea."

Rohese lets out a sigh of relief.

Speaking excitedly to Rohese, Gilenir exclaims, "That was wonderful, thank you!"

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===Lost Arts: Healing Secrets of Ardenai Folklore -- Lady Elaejia Silithyr===
<pre{{log2}}>You see Lady Elaejia Silithyr Loenthra the Benefactress.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is perfectly postured and has a muscled, but soft physique. She appears to be of indeterminate age. She has subtly tilted cobalt-violet eyes and waxen-looking, pale skin. She has very long, silky caramel-brushed blonde hair woven in a labyrinthine spiral braid, the length faintly illuminated by a series of viridian arathiel rings. She has a pair of horn-rimmed eyeglasses perched upon her nose and a noticeably drawn face. Faint shadows haunt the hollows of her eyes. She has a thin-boned, gracefully angular countenance, tapering to a softly pointed chin.
She has a band of silver-inked sigils on her wrist.
Umbral darkness writhes from her fingertips, a stain on her skin that seeps down from her knuckles and drifts languidly into the air from the ends of her pointed nails.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a braided golvern necklace suspending a starburst of bronze-rayed emerald, a shoulder-caught hunter green wool cape, a ring-bound trio of sepia leather straps over a garnet maedatha blouse, a slim band of vaalin-cradled aragless glinting from the left ring finger, some long-cut wool trousers dyed in dark tones, and some sepia leather boots fitted with gilt toe-caps.

You lightly say, "I don't believe I shall wait the customary few moments, it seems most of our attendees have made their way back already."

Teveriel unfolds his chair and carefully places the chair on the ground.

Settling himself onto an arboreal lasimor armchair sculptured from tangled branches, Teveriel leans back, cradled beneath a lifelike canopy of carved leaves.

You take a deep breath.

You evenly introduce, "Good afternoon scholars. For those who do not know me, I am Elaejia Silithyr Loenthra. Among other things, I have been researching the intersection between botany, mana foci, and ancient wisdom for the past four years."

You fold your hands behind your back, waiting patiently.

You continue, "I have previously had the honor of presenting some of my findings, such as those from the Broken Lands, and those from the folklore of Ta'Nalfein. Since then, I have continued my investigations and lately turned my attention most recently into folk remedies."

You say, "As we all know, botanical remedies are daily shown to be imbued with remarkable power to heal the body of even the most profound physical trauma. One need only show some patience, and most injuries can be healed completely with a combination of well-understood and readily available herbs."

You nod appreciatively at Rohese.

You affectedly say, "However, there remain other afflictions--" she pauses for three heartbeats, then resumes stiffly, "Other afflictions that defy our understanding. Limbs that refuse to regrow, eyes that remain clouded, exhaustion that resists all recuperation, even spirits sapped by some implacable force."

You close your eyes for a moment.

You say, "It is in this area that I have lately focused my efforts in looking for forgotten understandings hidden in folklore, and having made some strides, I will share my initial findings today. It is my hope that the seeds of inspiration for further research will quicken in others' hands, hastening any discoveries that await."

Missoni furrows her brow.

Rohese looks at you with concern.

You tilt your head up.

You say, "I have broken my notes on Ta'Ardenai's remedies into three parts. First order insights, those which are easily discerned from common tales and knowledge, point to flora useful in many applications. This knowledge tends to be presented straightforwardly, uncomplicatedly--"

You gently brush your caramel-brushed blonde hair away from your eyes and, with a deft twist of your wrist, tuck it back into its bindings.

You rattle off, "Thilban, a variety of thistle long admired by herbwives for its resiliency, is beneficial to the stomach and liver. Acipha bark, useful for minor aches and pains. Pixiebell berries, a mild soporific."

You continue, "Imiren toadstools, which feature heavily in fairy-ring tales, and thuja, indispensible to the druidic ceremonies of the northern Ardenai. Toxic larkspur, mentioned in a well-known Ardenai legend of Zelia dancing upon a hillside, is known to brighten the spirits in tiny doses."

You smile at Yunni.

You say, "For second order insights, we must be more discerning. These are sometimes mentioned in some tales alongside other obfuscating factors, clouding their uses but still leading one to look closer at possibilities. Or they may be called by unfamiliar names, or even warned away from as poisonous. Some examples include red wormwood, chaga fungus, roseroot and witchwood."

>l on work
On the haon-framed worktable:
Misc [3]: a twine-bound laboratory notebook, a sheaf of hastily scribbled notes, a haphazard array of half-filled vials and jars
Total items: 3

You reach out and touch a haphazard array of half-filled vials and jars on a haon-framed worktable.

Rohese nods slowly.

You briskly expound, "Therefore, modern herbalists have already deduced many of their uses which range from red wormwood expelling parasites, to chaga tea reducing swelling, to roseroot - a distinct plant unrelated to roses - combating fatigue and improving endurance," she appears ready to move on, but a distracted look crosses her features and she adds with a shake of her head, "...And witchwood berries -- quite toxic, but with proper preparation can be used medicinally."

Missoni gazes thoughtfully at a haphazard array of half-filled vials and jars on a haon-framed worktable.

Riend settles her gaze on you, watching you intently.

You bite your lip.

You nod.

You say, "Additional forms of second order insights found in some tales include particular modes of preparation or admixture, such as those highlighting the potency differences between tisanes and potions."

You note, "Look for examples there to the remedies common to Pinefar."

You say, "So, the method of gleaning clues thus established, it is onward to seek third order insights that we head, to those that lie hidden in seemingly irrelevant asides and digressions, or those that lead the mind in wholly new directions."

You remove a smooth ebon leather portfolio edged in copper from in your glossy leather satchel.

You carefully remove your white transcript from one of the sleeves in your leather portfolio.

You put an oversized white transcript on a haon-framed worktable.

You put a smooth ebon leather portfolio edged in copper in your glossy leather satchel.

Gilenir looks thoughtfully at you.

You inform, "The farthest reaches of Ta'Ardenai present the very earliest known beginnings of civilization on Elanith. It is an area of the world called first home by other cultures as well - some Kindred clans, Truefolk tribes, and others - and the interplay between them has not always been peaceful. Fraught history has resulted in folklore from diverse perspectives combining and changing in complex ways, making the distillation of knowledge into useful connections challenging."

>read trans

In the Common language, it reads:

The Wayfaring Tree

Think on the days of your grandsire's long-gone beginnings,
And on the time when his grandsire hunted the forest.
Autumn had come, and the leaves had begun their withering;
There rose a hunter named Maelen, keen-eyed and steady.
He would impress the new court at the Winter Crossing Springs,
Bringing them pelts of the finest and silkiest feeling.

Words of his grandsire still echoed beneath his memory:
"Though you may wander and never find road or return-way,
If you have brought your luck the Wayfaring tree will guide you,
Look for its silver-backed leaves, and be found in its shadow."
Hand to his pocket he reached and he touched the small token,
Felt the soft weight of his luck, and stepped into the forest.

Dralys'Vaen welcomed him, old with its breath full of secrets.
Three leagues he traveled the first night, through hush and twilight,
Set down a snare, then lay under the low-hanging cedar,
Closed his eyes slowly and drifted to deepening slumber.
Dreams came to Maelen: a hand on his shoulder with power,
Guiding him onward or warning of what lay before him.

Morning had broken - a hare in his snare lay waiting.
Still he walked deeper, his hunger not yet diminished.
Six leagues he strode on the second day into the shadow.
Found him a rowan with skirts drooping low over mosses,
There set a snare, and soon slept in darkling silence.

Voices whispered in his dreams, though their meanings eluded.
Morning had come, and a fat little polecat was captured
Still he pressed onward, the call of the hunt still upon him.
Nine leagues behind him, the third dusk closed in with silence.
Juniper trees rose around him, with branches like curtain,
Blue-grey and heavy; he slept in their fragrant enclosure.

This time he dreamt of a flame, barely burning but holding,
Fending off fingers of frost reaching in from the blackness.
Woke he at dawn, and his snare was in tatters and ruined;
All of the needles had dropped from the juniper's branches.
Fear now gripped him fast. He turned, but could find no direction.

Chill in the air, and a dampness that sank in his sinews,
And too his strength now was fading. Eyes closed, he touched his small token.
"Luck," he cried out, "bring me home through the forest unending!
Guide me once more to the tree with its silver-leaf branches -
Wayfaring Tree, may your blessing yet shine on my footsteps!"

Then, from the juniper rose a bird clothed in color
Feathers like feylight and skyfire in endless commotion.
Maelen gave chase, for he knew it was drawn from his fortune,
Led through the wood, to the tree with the silver-backed foliage,
Crimson its berries and rooted in ancient remembrance.
There at its base lay the trail that he knew from his youth.
Quickly he followed it, rushing back through the dark wood.

Nine leagues he walked to return to the rowan's enclosure.
There heard he whispers, now clear in the voice of the forest:
"Free now the polecat you slew for your pride and ambition."
He set it loose, and it blinked and then darted to shadow.
Coldness withdrew, like a mist burned away by the morning.

Back to the Wayfaring Tree did he run without resting.
Three leagues he walked and arrived at the cedar of dreaming.
Now felt the hand on his shoulder again, gently urging:
"Free now the hare that you smothered, and walk without burden."
He set it down, and it waked, fleeing to the hush of the forest.
All of the cold that had clung to his body was lifted.

Back to the silver'd tree one last time, lighting the path home;
Three final leagues, and there! His house in the distance,
He had no trophies nor prize in his hand for the nobles -
Only his luck, and the memory pressed hard in his soul.

You say, "One such legendary connection is to a large shrub known as a Wayfaring Tree, known less poetically as viburnum. Some more prosaic tales of the Wayfaring Tree say it leads one to treasure, or to the heart's desire. Still other superstitions say they lead departed spirits from Geldliran onward to their destination."

Elaejia smiles slightly.

You aver, "This legend," she pauses with a glance toward the transcript, "Hails from the Ardenai who call the area around the Vernal Court their home, where the Darkling Wood meets the steppe. With the Darkling Wood forming one border and the frozen wastes another, the unforgiving landscape inspires thoughts of darkness, fear, and ill-omen in many of its tales."

Rohese leans forward.

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at an oversized white transcript on a haon-framed worktable.

You say, "It does make mention of several common tree species, though we currently know of few medicinal properties of note. However, these trees - cedar, rowan, juniper - they have long-held associations that are indeed featured here. The towering cedar embodies strength, the rowan guards ancient mysteries, and the juniper is a powerful symbol of protection."

You fold your hands behind your back, waiting patiently.

You interestedly say, "Additionally, I draw your attention to to notion that the Wayfaring Tree apparently leads the hunter either backward through time, or else has the power to restore life to his catch. For its toll, it strips him of all his prizes, and when he returns home, he is left largely as he began, though perhaps a little wiser," she pauses with a long look around at those gathered. "A powerful ability indeed to find oneself at the mercy of."

Yunni nods slowly.

You say, "Let us take another moment to consider the themes present: Ambition and pride. Dreams and talismans. Protective nature versus malevolent spirits. The warping of time. Sacrifice and rebirth. Circularity - traveling far but ending up where you started."

(Elaejia taps a pointed fingernail on the desk after each listed item.)

You lecture, "Of the mentions I found, I believe this titular tale speaks to a unique connection and indeed opportunity in the Darkling Wood. A place where the flora may well occasionally be empowered to truly embody the associations they still carry to this day."

You say, "It may not be through some concrete link from a specific flower or tree noted in a certain tale, but simply an openness to the ideas and links that underlie these stories. That these oldest places still maintain that connection to the numinous that the ancients observed, and through our connection to those places, we may yet still grasp the link."

You animatedly say, "All these powerful forces captured in one simple tale. They speak to something more at play - in this place," she stops, apparently gathering her thoughts for a moment, "We heard from Lady Bayvel about the interconnectedness of all things, and from Lady Mandaire yesterday on the importance of the timing and mode of harvesting when gathering ingredients for alchemical preparation."

You remind, "We also know that place has a known impact on the power and usefulness of remedies we gather even today for modern alchemists. It seems evident to me that a place with such a deep and powerful connection to us, one with primal powers we left behind in stories and legends amid our rush to expansion and conquest, should still remember and see us with the same clement regard as the Wayfaring Tree."

You forcefully say, "All legends start somewhere and though the passage of time might obscure their beginnings, I am confident that scholarship and experimentation can uncover and tap into the wisdom of the ancients."

You slowly and deliberately empty your filled lungs.

You incline your head.

You politely say, "I thank you for your kind attention."

</pre>

===Botanical Forms and Geometry in Glasswork -- Bathcwyn Missoni Sabretache Faendryl===
<pre{{log2}}>Missoni warmly introduces, "Fair afternoon everyone, and thank you for continuing to join us on what has been an enlightening series of presentations. I am Bathcwyn Missoni Sabretache Faendryl."

Missoni continues, "We have been fortunate to have this space opened to us, to learn of the intricate relationships of trees, to understand the cultural significance of blossoms, to be transported to the beauty of night gardens, to contemplate the meeting of magic and botany, and to learn of connections between folklore and place."

Yunni turns an inquisitive ear toward Missoni.

(Missoni meanders about the gallery for a moment, brushing fingertips along the moss-covered forms.)

Missoni says, "And so, this afternoon I will further examine botanical forms, the geometry that builds them, and their use by glassworkers in sculpture and wearable art."

Missoni remarks, "To create botanical forms in glass is a challenge. Though a natural material in and of itself, the types of glass we are familiar with have their own geometry. To try to make glass go against its own nature is, at times, to become frustrated, and to see our work shatter."

Teveriel gazes with interest at Missoni.

Missoni says, "However, jagged edges can be smoothed petal-like by the sea and fragments can splinter like tree bark, if only we have the patience and understanding to draw these shapes forth."

Missoni states, "Recognizing the basic shapes that appear so often as we traverse gardens and woods is an essential starting point for replicating them in any medium. To that end, we will focus on several planar forms that repeat often in these settings."

Rohese nods enthusiastically at Missoni!

Missoni says, "At times, a tangle of vines or a ravel of mycelium might seem chaotic, but an examination of planar--or two-dimensional--geometry shows repeated shapes in that chaos. To borrow a metaphor from Lady Bayvel's talk yesterday, it is these common melodies that allow us to make sense of the greater symphony."

Missoni nods appreciatively at Rohese.

Missoni curiously asks, "Would anyone like to mention a few shapes they often see repeated in botanical specimens?"

Missoni glances appraisingly around the area.

Oirisu helpfully asks, "Spirals?"

Speaking softly to Missoni, Rohese says, "It would be cheating for me to offer one."

Tikba suggests, "Spirals?"

Missoni nods enthusiastically!

Missoni cheerfully says, "Yes, spirals are one such shape, and we will be discussing those."

Missoni says, "But to being a bit more simply, one of the most recognizable forms in planar geometry. The circle."

Missoni says, "Begin, rather."

Missoni gazes in amusement at Giogionni.

Missoni reaches out and touches a branch-crafted easel.

Missoni says, "We see roundness in the centers of many flowers, in seed pods and fruit, and even in some mushrooms, but where I find this shape to be exceptionally fascinating is in its imperfect form."

(Missoni steps toward the branch-crafted easel, her fingertip tracing the bumpy lines that make up the cross section of tree trunk upon the canvas set within its arms.)

Missoni brushes her fingers lightly against a glass and vaalorn-bound painting accented with jade vines on a branch-crafted easel.

Missoni remarks, "Tree rings tell the biography of a specimen, but also a story of the wider environment. From them, we can learn when a winter was particularly cold or a summer especially dry. That they are sometimes inconsistent in their width and shape is telling; every aberration has a meaning."

>l paint
Defined lines of blank ink form a detailed cross section of a tree trunk. The bark, rings, and heartwood have all been labeled with precision. Next to the cross section, a lor tree is painted in silvery watercolor. The larger specimen includes vert leaves and a complex root system.
In the Common language, it reads:
"Study of the Lor" -- by Missoni Sabretache

Rohese nods in agreement at Missoni.

Missoni takes a few steps toward a moss-covered table.

Missoni says, "Similarly recognizable, triangular shapes appear nearly everywhere. We can see its form in flora such as the trillium, so named for its triad of leaves that together form a triangular outline."

Missoni brushes her fingers lightly against a velvety dark red trillium on a moss-covered table.

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at a velvety dark red trillium on a moss-covered table.

On the moss-covered table:
Forageables [4]: a blood orange, a spiraled rainbow-striped mushroom, a fiddlehead fern, a gold-flecked velvety red sunflower
Clothing [1]: a velvety dark red trillium
Special [1]: a lace-wrapped bouquet of peach-frilled lavender tulips

Missoni says, "The lily and tulip," she pauses to gently fold back one of the tulip's petals on the table, "prior to opening, arrange themselves around a triform stigma."

Missoni surreptitiously glances at a yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake covered in star anises.

Missoni murmurs, "Come here a moment, Sprout."

Stretching her arms up at Missoni and tilting her head back, the mandrake displays toddler-like excitement at being scooped up and silently giggles.

A yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake covered in star anises suddenly grabs Missoni's hand and inspects it with deep interest. She turns her hand over, looking at the back, between the fingers, and then finally back at the palm. She places her own hand in Missoni's and then looks up at her with both wonder and confusion.

Missoni says, "And finally, many seed pods, such as the grape hyacinth and star anise," she prods the seed pods on the mandrake, causing the little plant to giggle, "display triangular forms."

Missoni lowers the mandrake to the ground, causing her to wiggle her root-haired toes and to squirm as she places herself on the ground. The moment her feet hit the ground, she teeters as if she may fall over but manages to maintain her footing and throws her arms in the air in obvious excitement.

Missoni nods appreciatively to a yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake covered in star anises.

Missoni says, "Still, more complex geometry also abounds. What appears as the circular center of the sunflower, when taken from a closer perspective, is a fractal."

Missoni brushes her fingers lightly against a gold-flecked velvety red sunflower on a moss-covered table.

(Missoni holds up the sunflower a moment, tracing the tiny florets filling its center.)

Missoni says, "As you can see, each part of the pattern, splaying out from the flower's center, is a minute part of the whole. Looking even more closely under magnification would reveal the exact same pattern, rendered even smaller."

Speaking to Rohese, Missoni says, "And as we have seen from your maps, the same patterns are repeated yet larger."

Missoni notes, "These are patterns also often seen to occur naturally in Tehir lightning glass, or zhiqietz, which makes it excellent for rendering flora."

Missoni removes a bifurcated zhiqietz fractal from in the iriswood trunk placed alongside her.

Missoni tilts her zhiqietz fractal side to side, making the light play off it.

Rohese raises an eyebrow.

Missoni says, "Recognition of such patterns, and even an understanding of their mathematical underpinnings, can help the artisan render more lifelike forms. And, of course, as artists we know that with such understanding comes and ability to bend such rules, creating the sort of organic chaos one expects from nature."

Missoni put a bifurcated zhiqietz fractal in the iriswood trunk placed alongside her.

Missoni removes a fiddlehead fern from on a moss-covered table.

Missoni carefully states, "0, 1, 1, 2," she lightly runs a fingertip around the curly end of the frond, "3, 5, 8, 13, 21."

Rohese's silver-lashed misty grey eyes suddenly grow round and wide.

Missoni explains, "The golden ratio spiral is often found in nature, and can be identified mathematically by a growth rate of one point six one eight for every quarter turn of the spiral."

Rohese softly exclaims, "I know this!"

Rohese softly murmurs, "Thank you Magister."

Rohese places a hand over her heart.

You gaze in amusement at Rohese.

Missoni murmurs, "It is helpful to know a Magister."

Rohese nods in agreement at Missoni.

Tikba gazes in amusement at her surroundings.

Missoni says, "In botanicals, we see this spiral on the tops of ferns." She pauses to hold up the fiddlehead frond, drawing attention to its curled top. "And also in markings such as those found on this mushroom native to Naidem."

Missoni taps a spiraled rainbow-striped mushroom on a moss-covered table.

Missoni put a fiddlehead fern on a moss-covered table.

Missoni takes a few steps to her left.

Missoni muses, "How, then, does one replicate these form in a rigid medium? How can glass, so fragile, be as willowy as the stalk, as soft as the petal?"

(Missoni takes a few steps toward the chart, drawing attention to a section depicting several long strands of glass.)

Rohese gazes with interest at a densely inked chart of glassworking techniques propped on a burnt velvet ribbon-wrapped easel.

Missoni explains, "A technique called pulling cane is one that can be used toward this purpose. Long rods of glass are heated and stretched. Different colors and widths can then be placed next to each other in the piece while the material is still malleable, creating curves and striations."

(Missoni points to a sketch of an arboriform clock another segment of the chart as she explains, "In this example, which you can see if you visit the Twilight Gallery, pulled cane is used to create the twisting ridges of bark on this sculptural timepiece.")

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at a densely inked chart of glassworking techniques propped on a burnt velvet ribbon-wrapped easel.

Missoni says, "I have also used it in my cuff to create the tangled forms of the dirge vaon."

Missoni brushes her fingers lightly against her dirge-vaon cuff.

You look closely at Missoni, examining a multitudinous vaelfyren dirge-vaon climbing the forearm in a raveled cuff. You can tell nothing else about it from here.

Missoni says, "Certain types of glass are, of course, more suited to particular shapes. Pane glass, such a skyglass, works well when employed in the angular forms of leaves, as does vaelfyren, which can readily be molded to a form."

Missoni takes a few steps toward a lor scaffold displaying a trio of mountain chickadees amid vaelfyren foliage.

Missoni nods to a lor scaffold displaying a trio of mountain chickadees amid vaelfyren foliage.

Missoni says, "I have noted, in my travels, a tendency toward such wearable and sculptural pieces of glass in natural forms. I believe glass can be an effective means of preserving and displaying that which we love about nature. Similarly, glass can enhance a garden by adding elements of light, color, and depth to the landscape."

Oirisu takes a moment to observe a lor scaffold displaying a trio of mountain chickadees amid vaelfyren foliage.

Missoni notes, "If you have visited the Yasrenila Compound near Ta'Vaalor, there are several sculptural glass pieces on display that demonstrate this practice."

Missoni says, "Likewise, in New Ta'Faendyl, our household gardens of course tend to include plants native to the Southron Wastes. Succulents, scrub bushes, flowering cacti and the like. We call these collections of native plants sand gardens, or erya'ortus."

Missoni notes, "Some translate this to waste gardens, but that sounds rather...unpleasant."

Missoni grins sheepishly.

Missoni remarks, "However, many households commission or purchase pieces of colorful vaelfyren to add hue and height to the more traditional garden, leading to a trend we call vael'ortus, or glass gardens."

Missoni says, "Faendryl aesthetic philosophy has been long divided on issues of practicality versus beauty for its own sake, and so many households incorporate glass pieces in botanical forms that have other uses, such as lighting a path at night or providing additional irrigation."

You cock your head.

Missoni amusedly says, "But the debate on form and function in our philosophical schools is best saved for another time."

Rohese softly remarks, "How pretty."

Missoni says, "For now, I leave you with a hope that you will examine the shape of things more closely. Take in the splendor of a garden from afar, of course, in all its color and movement, but do not neglect the angles of a single stamen or the arrangement of a seed pod."

Missoni concludes, "These repeating motifs can speak wonders to the artist who wishes to create. Thank you."

Missoni performs a bow characteristic of those from Solhaven.

Rohese applauds Missoni warmly.

Teveriel applauds Missoni.

Gilenir applauds Missoni.

Missoni flushes slightly, some color reaching her cheeks.

Speaking softly to Missoni, Rohese gushes, "Wonderful!"

Missoni cheerfully asks, "Does anyone have any questions?"

Speaking curiously to Missoni, Oirisu asks, "When will you be sending me your designs?"

Missoni flashes a quick grin at Oirisu.

Speaking happily to Oirisu, Missoni says, "Whenever you wish."

Speaking to Missoni, Aubriella asks, "Which is your favorite type of glass to work with?"

Rohese softly corrects, "When will you be sending us all your designs!"

Rivienne asks, "Yes, do you take commissions?"

You note, "The Arboretum does have an art display that might someday be in want of a new exhibition."

Speaking to Rivienne, Missoni says, "Of course."

Speaking to Missoni, Aubriella says, "Oh, of course."

Speaking softly to Missoni, Rohese asks, "No baleglass?"

Speaking to Rohese, Missoni says, "They are the same. Baleglass is simply the Common name."

Rohese sheepishly says, "Oh of course, silly me."

Turning her gaze downward, Rohese comically stares at her nose.

Rohese sticks out her tongue.

Missoni says, "I should dearly like to learn more about how arathiel is created, but it is so closely guarded."

Stassy says, "It is so pretty, with the flame."

Missoni amusedly says, "I keep hoping for my invitation."

Speaking softly to Missoni, Rohese exclaims, "Soon, I'm sure!"

Rivienne says, "I'll try to pull some strings."

Rohese gazes in amusement at Rivienne.

Missoni uses her pinky to scratch at a spot near her left temple. She sighs as several coils of rainbow ombre hair fall out from her normal hairstyle. She quickly brushes her fingers through her hair and puts everything back in place.

You wryly say, "It's a close secret even from other artists in Loenthra, I would like to know it as well."

Rivienne agrees with you.

Lissaya nods in agreement.

Rohese softly says, "I'll just stand in awe of the glassworkers talents and pay handsomely for their creations."

You nod in agreement at Rohese.

Missoni says, "I suppose the mystery adds a bit to it."

Speaking curiously to Missoni, you ask, "Does the molten nature of glassworking make it easier, or harder, to make botanical forms?"

Speaking to you, Missoni says, "That depends on the glass, I think. Some are really best suited to working with in panes, such as skyglass and glyriss."

You nod understandingly at Missoni.

Missoni says, "They work well in two dimensional forms, but lack the malleability to make elaborate sculpture."

You ask, "When you say working in panes, you mean along the lines of stained glass?"

Speaking to you, Missoni says, "Baleglass is quite suited to more fluid forms, as it is shaped in fire."

Missoni nods to you.

You nod.

Missoni says, "Last year at the Faendryl Symposium I demonstrated a technique that uses an extraplanar mist to help shape a baleglass form."

You regretfully say, "I am sorry to have missed a live demonstration."

Lissaya nods in agreement to you.

Missoni says, "But more traditional glassblowing can use paddles, heating, and reheating the glass to achive a smiliar end."

Speaking wryly to Missoni, Tikba exclaims, "Less efficiently!"

Speaking to you, Missoni says, "Ah, perhaps I will have to reprise it! I did not think such a demonstration would be as well received here."

Giogionni says, "Laws."

Giogionni waves his hand in a dismissive gesture.

You wryly say, "All the same, perhaps traveling to see it would be for the best."

Speaking to Missoni, Giogionni says, "Could be fun."

Speaking to you, Missoni agrees, "The Alabaster Spire is out in the Hills, and well warded in case of any mishaps."
</pre>

===The Solitude Bee - Variations Along the Eastern Seaboard -- Feriae Enfiel and Miss Aubrige===
<pre{{log2}}>A town crier steps in and announces, "The Botanical Symposium concludes with Miss Aubrige and Feriae Enfiel's presentation at the top of the hour. Interested guests may gather at the Botanical Garden at the Royal Arboretum." He then rushes off.

You see Aubrige the Member of the Rumplesnoots Adventuring Company.
She appears to be a Halfling.
She is tiny and has a wiry frame. She appears to be youthful. She has large jade green eyes and freckled rosy skin. She has short, curly brunette hair twisted into an intricate knot at the nape of her neck and secured by a pair of enruned bone hairsticks. A pair of dimples adorn her pudgy cheeks.
She is in good shape.
She is holding a doodle-covered set of notecards covered in notations in her right hand.
A tiny eyepatch-clad baby raccoon drapes over her shoulder, snuggling into her neck.
She is wearing a pair of enruned bone hairsticks, an oversized jade wool frock coat covered in scroll-filled cylinders, a tiny iron catapult pin, a side-strapped specimen board slung over her shoulder, a blanket-affixed pale leather backpack with fur-lined straps, a high-necked vanilla ruhani wool shirt with suede-buckled sleeves, some belted black suede trousers wrapped in strips of oilcloth, and a pair of knee-high dark buckskin boots.

You see Rumplesnoots the Very Brave Catcher of Bugs.
He appears to be a Halfling.
He is shorter than most and has an adorably rotund shape. He appears to be young and robust. He has thickly lashed mahogany brown eyes and freckled skin. He has short, curly dark rowan hair with a pair of tiny mithril horns sticking out. He has a round face, a slightly bumpy nose and deep laugh lines. He has a matted woolly rolton charm with ivory horns dangling from one of the tiny mithril horns on his head and a blue-spotted toadstool beetle charm from the other.
He is in good shape.
A rotund miniature rolton totters forward and back on his shoulder, shaking its tail to maintain balance.
He is wearing a poppy orange silk hat wreathed with violets and ferns, an ivy green mervaer cloak embroidered with chubby bumblebees, a rose red linen shirt with silver bumblebee buttons, a furry brown goat pin, some rumpled dark linen breeches adorned with tiny mithril rolton-shaped buttons, a pair of lily white silk socks stitched with tiny pansies and roly-polies, and a pair of leather boots stamped with tiny ladybugs reading books.

You see Feriae Enfiel.
She appears to be a Vaalor Elf.
She is short and has a lithe build. She appears to be very young. She has gilt-flecked lapis blue eyes and pale skin. She has side-shaven, silken blue-green hair brushed back into a neat collection of reverse plaits, the braids looped and affixed with leaf-framed florals. She has an angular face and a freckled nose. Vert-colored leaves are inked across her high cheekbones, interwoven in curling vinework.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a chain-strung brass compass backed in pale linden, an angular hunter green wool robe covered in subtle fern embroidery, a set of braided leather suspenders over a collarless natural linen shirt, a simply woven bracelet of swirling orbs and carved wyrm's-tooth nodules, a cylindrical leather-set vasculum, a pair of copper and tan-woven tweed leggings, and some thigh-high boots crafted from oiled sepia leather.

Aubrige excitedly greets, "Good afternoon everyone! I am Aubrige, one of the founding members of the Rumplesnoots Adventuring Company."

Feriae warmly adds, "And I'm Feriae Enfiel, a botany student as well as one of the caretakers of the Royal Arboretum."

Rumplesnoots lets out a cheer!

Feriae says, "Although Aubrige was adamant that I contribute to the presentation, it was through her research and her extensive observational skills that we are able to unveil such a discovery."

Missoni mouths, "Discovery?"

Aubrige proudly says, "Observing is what we do best at the Rumplesnoots' Adventuring Company."

Rumplesnoots squeakily says, "Ands running."

Aubrige laughingly exclaims, "We run *so* fast!"

Rumplesnoots adopts an agreeable expression.

Feriae agrees, "And with the influx of scholars, merchants, and visitors to the Shining City, we've introduced a variety of plants to the research facilities of the Royal Arboretum to better understand the conditions, both physical and magical, needed to allow said specimens to thrive."

Feriae says, "From the mineral compositions of the soil to the exact sourcing of the water that nourishes the sapling, one of our particular focuses at the Arboretum is to embrace the minutiae of the plant life cycle, and the nuances that create the variations of well-established biological species across the continent."

Feriae adds, "Some say boring, we say tell us more."

Aubrige gazes thoughtfully at her set of notecards.

Aubrige says, "Similiar to the adaptations in flora, pollinators of the insect variety, such as wasps, ants, and beetles evolve in order to survive changes to climate, food sources, and locations."

Speaking to Rumplesnoots, Aubrige murmurs, "I sound so smart when I read it, right?"

Aubrige says, "Our particular focus for this afternoon is the solitude bee, a species of pollinator living independently, unlike their social cousins the honey bees and bumblebees. Solitude bees certainly live up to their moniker. They exude a gentle demeanor, working alone, building a single nest in an isolated, yet protected bower or cliff."

Aubrige says, "My obvious emphasis being that this particular species lived alone, worked alone, and thrived alone."

Tikba nods encouragingly at Aubrige.

Aubrige mouths, "Alone."

Rohese pouts.

Feriae says, "Which then leads us to our recent discovery."

Feriae says, "Botanical acquisitions from the T'Kirem Bear Clan and the researchers located at Nielira Harbor, both locales placed hundreds of miles away from one another along the Eastern Seaboard, share similar conditional markers for growth: drier summers closer to the coastline, while the hardier varieties closer to the Dragonspine require heavier rainfall in the previous seasons to account for potential snow."

Missoni looks thoughtfully at Feriae.

Feriae says, "I'll spare the particulars for now, but it is fascinating how the simple changes in soil composition or even the waste products of the particular variety of bird in the quantities amassed alongside the... anyway."

Aubrige says, "These newly acquired seeds and saplings harbored small stowaways: specifically varieties of the solitude bee which we have labeled the uhl-claw bee and the nythien bee in tribute to the unique variations of their colors due to places of origin."

Rohese softly mouths, "Nythien."

Aubrige says, "T'kirem Clan Uhl-claw bees are most often found in earthen tones, the greens and greys blending into the sepias and bistres of the woodland foliage surrounding them."

Aubrige says, "Their cocoons are typically crafted from layers of squash blossoms and dotted with gooseberry blossoms; the framework occasionally wrapped meticulously by a flexible pine needle."

Aubrige flips to her next notecard.

Aubrige continues, "Nalfein Nythien bees, on the other hand, are colored ever-so-slightly different than their uhl-claw bee cousins; their abdomens tinted in darker jewel tones often found in varieties of taerethil."

Aubrige says, "Their cocoons are crafted from layers of ebony-tinted taerethil and naefira, the framework occasionally reinforced by bits of resaeun bark."

Aubrige excitedly exclaims, "And now that you understand the differences, the fantastical part is that we've discovered that these particular solitude bees have begun to cohabitate within the Royal Arboretum!"

Aubrige squeals excitedly alongside Feriae.

Rumplesnoots squeakily exclaims, "Stowaway bees!"

Missoni casually observes her surroundings.

Speaking excitedly to Rumplesnoots, Aubrige exclaims, "Exactly!"

Feriae happily agrees, "A very interesting development, indeed. In fact, you can see some of the more prominent groupings of cocoons by the walkways, though the specimens are still developing in our research facilities and within Veythorne Manor's greenhouses."

The voice of Gilenir says, "They seem to prefer the Arboretum, though we'd like to see if we can coax them towards Veythorne at some point."

Rohese excitedly exclaims, "How wonderful!"

Feriae agrees with Gilenir.

Missoni nods approvingly.

Gilenir says, "They're non-confrontational with other varieties."

Feriae adopts an agreeable expression.

Aubrige excitedly exclaims, "Several varieties of the uhl-claw and nythien bees have been thriving within Botanical Garden, alongside a handful of other garden-friendly insects that we hope shed more light on the ability of pollinators to adapt to sudden shifts in their environments, both physical and magical!"

Rumplesnoots squeakily asks, "Do you gets very close to see their tummies to know which one is which? And how angries do theys get?"

Speaking to Rumplesnoots, Aubrige exclaims, "They are very calm! Like Doubery after a lot of sweets!"

Aubrige put a doodle-covered set of notecards covered in notations in her jade wool frock coat.

Rumplesnoots squeakily says, "Oh, I likes those bees then."

Aubrige removes a wire-handled clear glass jar from in her jade wool frock coat.

Aubrige says, "In fact, I'm sure there's a few right here."

You ask, "Are they of a size with most other bees?"

Rohese glances about with a cheerful expression, her misty grey eyes bright and friendly.

Missoni removes a large rainbow-whorled jar from in her alligator skin case.

Tikba apprehensively asks, "Do these bees sting?"

Speaking to you, Aubrige says, "Just a tad smaller than bumblebees."

Aubrige looks over at Tikba and shakes her head.

Missoni murmurs, "I see a lovely moth..."

You withdraw a wire-handled clear glass jar from its secure location within a feather-branded roll of soft hunter green leather.

Missoni exclaims, "Ah!"

Feriae mentions, "There are some other varieties of garden-friendly insects that have joined the solitude bees as well, I suppose they're also here to stay."

Peering through the jar, you notice a fuzzy smoke blue nythien bee in this area. If you would like to capture its likeness, then please SHAKE the jar in the next 30 seconds.

Feriae notes, "The nythien bees do tend to have the more jewel-toned colorations."

Removing the lid of his obsidian jar, Teveriel easily plucks a matte pine green uhl-claw bee out of it and then seals it back up.

Rumplesnoots squeakily exclaims, "Bugs like plants!"

Shaking the jar over the floor, you watch as ethereal skeins of light solidify within the vessel and slowly transform into a fuzzy smoke blue nythien bee.

Missoni brushes her fingers lightly against her garnet nythien bee.

Removing the lid of your clear glass jar, you easily pluck a fuzzy smoke blue nythien bee out of it and then seal it back up.

Rohese beams happily at Teveriel!

Teveriel comments, "Fascinating indeed."

Missoni whispers aloud, "I expect this is a nythien bee, then."

Etched in minute detail, the crystalline piece is a perfect replica of a fuzzy smoke blue nythien bee and takes up no more than a roughly one-inch spherical space.

Speaking softly to you, Rohese exclaims, "Oh, look at it, it's adorable!"

Speaking to Rohese, you agree, "The blue coloration is quite lovely."

You offer your blue nythien bee to Rohese, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer. Click CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.

Rohese nods in agreement to you.

Rohese beams at you, her eyes filled with delight!

Rohese has accepted your offer and is now holding a fuzzy smoke blue nythien bee.

Riend offers Lissaya an ebon-banded garnet nythien bee.

Speaking softly to her blue nythien bee, Rohese purrs, "Aren't you just the cutest."

Speaking to Rumplesnoots, Feriae asks, "We've acquired quite a variety of foliage as the researchers have sent their samples, might we send you lot out to study the insects we find for comparisons?"

Lissaya offers Riend an ebon-banded garnet nythien bee.

Rumplesnoots squeakily exclaims, "Ooh a hunts? Yes!"

Rumplesnoots squeakily asks, "It is whats we do, rights, Aubrige?"

Removing the lid of his obsidian jar, Teveriel easily plucks a saffron and bistre uhl-claw bee out of it and then seals it back up.

Speaking squeakily to Feriae, Rumplesnoots says, "We meets for tarts one days and discuss."

Speaking happily to Rumplesnoots, Aubrige exclaims, "I'm supposed to be back at the Library next week to start digging through those dusty crates again!"

Missoni tilts her head down.

Aubrige suddenly asks, "Oh, were there any questions about the solitude bees?"

Feriae laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.

Speaking squeakily to Feriae, Rumplesnoots says, "You sidestracked her with adventure thoughts."

Rumplesnoots nods.

Teveriel approvingly says, "This one's coloration is beautiful."

Speaking to Rumplesnoots, Feriae admits, "I did have those intentions, yes."

Speaking squeakily to Feriae, Rumplesnoots exclaims, "We have expandeds into birds too!"

Speaking to Rumplesnoots, Feriae exclaims, "Oh, that's wonderful!"

Speaking softly to Rumplesnoots, Rohese says, "My, you are keeping busy."

Teveriel quietly jests, "Like bees."

Speaking to Rumplesnoots, Feriae says, "We have a number of fledgling ornithologists, I'm sure they'd love to join your Company."

Rumplesnoots squeakily says, "I needs to get better at climbing trees though."

You thoughtfully say, "A compendium of Elanthian birds would be a wonderful addition to the library, someday."

Missoni agrees with you.

Aubrige nods enthusiastically to you!

Missoni raises her hand.

Speaking squeakily to you, Rumplesnoots says, "We cans supply the feathers."

Speaking softly to Rumplesnoots, Rohese says, "Time to start writing a book."

Aubriella giggles at Rohese.

Missoni asks, "Aside from the difference is coloration, have you noticed much difference in the behavior of the bees? Or have their similar environments cause them to act similarly?"

Speaking softly to Aubrige, Rohese says, "I suspect you'll be the one ending up writing it though."

Aubrige exclaims, "Oh, I can answer that one!"

Missoni carefully says, "Differences in coloration."

Speaking to Missoni, Aubrige says, "They still continue to gather individually, the other noted difference for now is that their cocoons seem to be in closer proximity."

Missoni nods thoughtfully at Aubrige.

Aubrige says, "Whereas the ones we've noted in Nielira are at least several yards, if not miles, apart."

Rumplesnoots squeakily says, "That is too alone."

Speaking to Missoni, Feriae says, "But we will be continuing to make observations and see if they begin to pollinate the same sources as well."

You murmur, "Well-named, then."

Speaking to Aubrige, Missoni says, "I suppose given the close quarters here, they had to adjust."

Aubrige nods in agreement at Missoni.

Feriae says, "They do seem to be a delightful addition to the Arboretum."

Oirisu just came through an arched duo of stained glass doors leading to the walkway.

Rohese softly says, "I am looking forward to examining them more closely."

Oirisu delightedly says, "Oh, good, you're all still here."

Speaking to Gilenir, Oirisu asks, "Did you want to say anything before?"

Gilenir formally says, "Thank you all for attending our Botanical Symposium, I truly hope this ushers in more uh... discussions in the future between us."
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Botanical Symposium/2025-07-26 - Ta'Illistim Botanical Symposium (log)

2025-08-01T22:52:09Z

LUNATUNES: /* The Solitude Bee - Variations Along the Eastern Seaboard -- Feriae Enfiel and Miss Aubrige */ added feriae

==Summary==
In 5125, [[Ta'Illistim]] hosted a Botanical Symposium, following the success of the [[2022-12-04_Botanical_Research_Presentation_(log)|Botanical Research Presentation]] in 5122 which led to the expansion of the Ta'Illistim [[Royal Arboretum]]. Led by Lady [[Rohese]], in coordination with Lord [[Gilenir Veythorne]], [[Ionlas Chesylrae]], and [[Vanathys|Vanathys Ravistel]], several leading researchers presented their latest findings for discussion.

Presentations by

'''Koaratos 26th 5125'''
*[[Gilenir Veythorne|Gilenir Veythorne Illistim]]
*[[Rohese|Rohese Bayvel Illistim]]
*[[Aliraswaen|Aliraswaen Nalfein]]
*Rivienne Mandaire Loenthra
'''Koaratos 27th 5125'''
*[[Vanathys|Vanathys Ravistel Vaalor]]
*[[Rohese|Rohese Bayvel Illistim]]
*[[Elaejia|Elaejia Silithyr Loenthra]]
*[[Missoni_(prime)|Missoni Sabretache Faendryl]]
*[[Feriae Enfiel|Feriae Enfiel Vaalor]]

==Logs==
===Lord [[Gilenir Veythorne]] Unveils the Arboretum Expansion===
<pre{{log2}}>
[Royal Arboretum, Walkway]
The column-framed walkway leads up to the arched duo of doors, the faenor-framed dome inset in honeycomb-like panels of glass. Ivy-draped partitions of blonde oak are angled between groupings of natural wicker chairs, the floral-framed portraits interspersed between slender moss-draped shelves. Framing either side of the entrance are a duo of silver-veined marble pedestals, each angular base encircled by a profusion of verdant foliage climbing upwards across the base. You also see a hulking melanistic grey wolf, a large vibrant harlequin macaw parrot, a glinting stygian scarab beetle, a yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake with a wild mane of cobalt briar hair, a lazy wild deep red dog, a black-eyed purplish grey haon mandrake, a ruby-crested greater bearded vulture that is flying around, a green-eyed ridge caracal and a brass-floriated sign of pavonated vellum.
Also here: Stassy who is sitting, Celothor, Fleurs who is sitting, Emissary Thrassus, Lord Gilenir, Aubriella who is sitting, Miss Lissaya who is sitting, Bathcwyn Missoni who is sitting, Lucraine who is sitting, Loremaster Rohese, Vanathys who is sitting, Rivienne, Botanical Researcher Feriae, Lord Eruien who is sitting, Lord Teveriel, Lord Ionlas who is sitting, Arelder who is sitting, Arbeia who is sitting
Obvious paths: south

Gilenir formally announces, "Welcome, citizens and visitors of the Shining City, to our inaugural Botanical Symposium."

Arbeia smiles at Gilenir.

Rohese beams, her eyes filled with delight!

Gilenir fidgets ever so slightly as he shifts his weight, nervously smiling across the crowd.

Gilenir nervously continues, "A simple request from Lady Bayvel sprouted into a wonderful collaboration between a number of botanists, horticulturists, and artisans."

Gilenir suddenly adds, "And one very enthusiastic insect researcher."

Missoni gazes in amusement at her surroundings.

Rohese softly giggles.

Feriae jokingly says, "She's been bouncing around the arboretum all week with her companions."

Gilenir nods in agreement at Feriae.

Gilenir says, "It is our sincere hope that this Symposium inspires others to share their knowledge and passion as we journey alongside Argent Mirror Sayilla in this new age of elven culture."

Vanathys nods in agreement at Feriae.

Gilenir clears his throat several times.

Ionlas gazes at Gilenir.

Gilenir sheepishly says, "As for my presentation, I am admittedly lacking the grace and studiousness of the ladies and gentleman who have graciously joined us for this symposium, but well, please join me and I'll show you what I've been working on."

Speaking to Feriae, Teveriel confides, "I am very much looking forward to yours and Miss Aubrige's presentation."

Eruien stands up.

Eruien offers a hand up to Ionlas.

Speaking to Teveriel, Feriae exclaims, "As am I!"

Speaking lightly to Teveriel, Rohese teases, "And mine too, I hope."

Ionlas squints at Eruien.

Ionlas stands up.

Teveriel smiles at Rohese.

Gilenir nervously says, "Come come, we have a bit of a walk."

Rohese winks at Teveriel.

Gilenir says, "And I don't believe I have the upper body strength to properly drag you all."

Speaking to Gilenir, Vanathys says, "Perhaps together we could."

Gilenir thoughtfully asks, "The mandrakes maybe?"

Speaking to Gilenir, Missoni says, "They are stronger than they look."

Feriae helpfully adds, "At least they're loud."

Feriae quickly says, "Like the peahens."

Ionlas whispers something to Gilenir.

Teveriel says, "Imagine a shrieking horde bearing us all down the var."

Teveriel warns, "The peahens will take it as a challenge."

Gilenir firmly says, "Alright, then."

Lord Gilenir's group just went south.

[Royal Arboretum, Walkway]

Vert-colored ivy entwines down the white marble columns framing the cobblestone walkway, the pale pillars affixed with latticed archways draped in the five-pointed leaves. Thin loops of vaalin wire hang high across the living ceiling, the opalescent hooks suspending colorful origami flora above several glowbark benches carved in whimsical fauna. Beyond the path sits a number of canopy-covered displays, the artwork framed by tall flora-filled planters set upon the well-manicured lawn.

Also here: Lord Ionlas, Arelder, Arbeia, Lord Teveriel, Lord Eruien, Botanical Researcher Feriae, Rivienne, Vanathys, Loremaster Rohese, Lucraine, Bathcwyn Missoni, Miss Lissaya, Aubriella, Emissary Thrassus, Fleurs, Celothor, Stassy, Lord Gilenir

A bur-eyed twisted witchwood mandrake sprouting autumn beauty sunflowers toddles into the area and up to Lissaya.

A bur-eyed shaggy illthorn mandrake toddles into the area and up to Rohese.

A yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake with a wild mane of cobalt briar hair toddles into the area and up to Missoni.

A black-eyed purplish grey haon mandrake toddles into the area and up to Feriae.

Arbeia says, "Moussa..."

You murmur, "Well now we're surrounded."

Gilenir indicates a wisteria-arched entry entwined with unfurled cream-colored peonies as a possible option.

Lord Gilenir's group just went through a wisteria-arched entry entwined with unfurled cream-colored peonies.

[Arboretum, Arboreal Gallery]

Verdant-curtained foliage drapes across the fallen arboreal forms scattered along the forest floor, the various trunks and elongated branches sculpted around the archways encircling the dome. Vibrantly colored toadstools encircle the moss-covered tables nestled into the soil, the clusters framed by branch-crafted easels and twine-hung yll'suta. Birdsong echoes throughout the area, the avians hidden amongst the canopy of greenery set high above.

Also here: Lord Ionlas, Arelder, Arbeia, Lord Teveriel, Lord Eruien, Botanical Researcher Feriae, Rivienne, Vanathys, Loremaster Rohese, Lucraine, Bathcwyn Missoni, Miss Lissaya, Aubriella, Emissary Thrassus, Fleurs, Celothor, Stassy, Lord Gilenir

Obvious paths: out

Rohese beams happily at Gilenir!

Rohese gazes with interest at her surroundings.

>l tabl

Trails of spongy, verdant green moss traverse across the flat stone tables, the low-set surfaces decorated in flora arabesques painted in henna. Tucked into the shadowed grass beneath each table is a tiny clay-crafted creature, the peahens and amphibians placed neatly in wicker-woven baskets.

Thrassus leans against his black staff as he takes in his surroundings.

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at a fallen arboreal form.

>l eas

Gently curved boughs are loosely entwined with knots of colorful thread, the geometric web forming a makeshift easel. Set along the tapering ends of the branches are several twine-hung yll'suta, their iridescent silk-crafted wings shimmering in the ambient light.

Gilenir sheepishly says, "I tend to spend my time in the dirt, but here we are."

Gilenir explains, "As Feriae has been working to expand the working areas of the Royal Arboretum, we came upon these particular arboreal forms."

Puffs of earthen green moss rest across the trunks of the trees laying in quiet repose, their elongated branches creating crescentic half-domes of layered foliage. Twig-crafted nests are scattered between the splayed branches along the upper arc of the canopies, the lower sections adorned with woven garlands and wood-framed yll'suta embroidered in silk thread. Folded letters and hand-crafted trinkets are tucked into the various grooves of the expansive trees alongside a handful of nuts and berries.

Gilenir says, "Whether fallen from age, or weather, or some other happenstance, there appears to be no damage or affliction beleaguering these fine fellows."

Gilenir leans against one of the forms, then quickly blushes.

Gilenir adds, "And ladies, of course."

Gilenir says, "In fact, they appear to be quite content here, perhaps even jovial if one believes a tree can express such emotion."

Gilenir continues, "Which is why Feriae and I agreed that there particularly cheerful trees would enjoy the company of others."

Gilenir ardently says, "I believe the constant woodland companions alongside the occasional two-legged visitor would encourage further growth not only from these particular forms, but perhaps across the arboretum and it's potential expansions."

Gilenir brightly says, "Happy plants thrive in happy environs."

Gilenir concludes, "But we do hope you do stop by and spend some time with the trees, we've added a few toadstools and some tables, as well as some easels if you'd like to display some artwork for a bit, though I'm sure a woodland creature or two may swipe it at anytime."

Gilenir awkwardly announces, "And that is my presentation."

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at a branch-crafted easel.

Missoni applauds Gilenir warmly.

Rohese applauds Gilenir warmly.
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===Verdant Symbiosis: The Partnership between Trees and Plants. -- Lady [[Rohese]] Bayvel===
<pre{{log2}}>
[Arboretum, Arboreal Gallery]
Verdant-curtained foliage drapes across the fallen arboreal forms scattered along the forest floor, the various trunks and elongated branches sculpted around the archways encircling the dome. Vibrantly colored toadstools encircle the moss-covered tables nestled into the soil, the clusters framed by branch-crafted easels and twine-hung yll'suta. Birdsong echoes throughout the area, the avians hidden amongst the canopy of greenery set high above. You also see a thin crimson lasimor leaf illusion, an arboreal lasimor armchair sculptured from tangled branches, a sturdy oak table on a base of cubbyholes and drawers with a blush-colored glass of cardamom and rose milk tea on it, a bur-eyed shaggy illthorn mandrake, a yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake with a wild mane of cobalt briar hair, a bur-eyed twisted witchwood mandrake sprouting autumn beauty sunflowers, a green-eyed ridge caracal, a lazy wild deep red dog, a glinting stygian scarab beetle that is flying around and a large vibrant harlequin macaw parrot.
Also here: Loremaster Rohese, Lord Eruien who is sitting, Arelder who is sitting, Stassy, Fleurs who is sitting, Emissary Thrassus, Aubriella who is sitting, Miss Lissaya who is sitting, Bathcwyn Missoni who is sitting, Vanathys who is sitting, Rivienne who is sitting, Botanical Researcher Feriae who is sitting, Lord Teveriel who is sitting, Lord Ionlas who is sitting, Arbeia who is sitting, Lord Gilenir
Obvious paths: out

Rohese sets a blush-colored glass of cardamom and rose milk tea on top of the oak table.

You smile at Rohese.

Rohese walks to stand behind a sturdy oak table on a base of cubbyholes and drawers.

Rohese rummages through a vellum-inset linden case covered with anatomical depictions of flora with a frantic look of loss.

Rohese nods once.

Rohese smiles.

Rohese softly says, "It's that time, I think."

Speaking lightly to Rohese, you say, "Your students are ready."

Rohese giggles softly at you.

Rohese softly greets, "Good afternoon everyone."

Rohese warmly says, "It is so lovely to see so many familiar faces on this auspicious occasion."

Rohese glances about with a cheerful expression, her misty grey eyes bright and friendly.

Rohese softly says, "Some of you may recall my Library Lecture last year on the Sentience of Trees, where I touched on the wisdom inherent in the give-and-take of nature; in its quiet agreements and search for balance."

Rohese bashfully says, "I apologise if a little of what I cover today is a repeat of that lecture but I believe the context will be helpful."

Rohese wrinkles her nose.

Rohese softly announces, "So, verdant symbiosis!"

Rohese reaches out with a complex gesture and activates the panel of her agara-fae wristlet. Colorful motes of light suddenly appear and dance in the air before coalescing and shifting into a Veythorne Manor illusion.

Rohese thoughtfully begins, "As I walk the quiet paths of Veythorne Manor, pausing often beneath the glowbark tree whose ghostly blue leaves shimmer with silent wisdom..."

Rohese removes a radiant ghostly blue leaf from in her rectangular pack.

Rohese turns her leaf over and over in her hand, studying it until a look of understanding crosses her face.

Rohese softly continues, "...or spend time here, in this Arboretum, I am reminded that the majesty of trees is not in their solitude, but in their community."

Rohese lets out a long, contemplative breath.

Rohese softly says, "Trees do not stand alone, nor do they thrive in isolation."

Rohese softly says, "Rather, they are stewards of living networks; intricate tapestries woven with threads of moss, lichen, fern, and flower, cradled in loam that has been shaped by the tireless labour of fungi and stirred by wings and mandibles of insects."

Rohese brushes her fingers lightly against her ghostly blue leaf.

Rohese sets a radiant ghostly blue leaf on top of the oak table.

Rohese softly informs, "In my paper on the Sentience of Trees, I posited that trees are more than passive guardians of time; they are sentient participants in the forest ecosystem."

Rohese softly proposes, "This afternoon, I seek to further explore how their sentience - and indeed their very survival - is interwoven with the lives of the smaller, often-overlooked flora and fauna that dwell in their shade and bark."

A talkative covey of button quails traverse across the pine needles and leaves in a series of zig-zags before disappearing behind the moss-covered trees.

Rohese softly says, "So let us begin beneath the surface."

Rohese softly says, "The roots of trees, as vast and far-reaching as their canopies, form sacred pacts with fungi."

Rohese softly says, "Right under our very noses..."

Rohese softly continues, "...cleverly concealed beneath the undergrowth is a covert messaging system made up "mushroom mailboxes" and "telegraphic threads" called mycelium that connect the roots in an intricate web."

Vanathys nods understandingly.

Rohese removes a bracket of tender nesting polypore from in her linden case.

Rohese softly says, "This pretty little thing, for example, is a polypore."

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at her tender nesting polypore.

Arbeia quietly says, "Mushroom mailboxes."

Rohese softly says, "Most polypores inhabit tree trunks or branches but some soil-inhabiting species form mychorrhiza in a symbiotic association with trees."

You lean forward.

Rohese softly says, "These silent, silk-thin filaments stretch through the soil like a network of whispers, ferrying water, minerals, and knowledge between root and root."

Rohese brushes her fingers lightly against her tender nesting polypore.

Rohese softly remarks, "It is known that a tree afflicted by blight may warn its kin through these fungal threads, allowing others to fortify their defences before the sickness arrives."

Rohese softly says, "This is not idle conjecture; I have observed such exchanges firsthand among the trees in the Glimae'den Wildwood."

Rohese softly says, "The mushrooms that rise from this underground lattice are merely the fruiting bodies of a vast mind, one whose thoughts are composed of nourishment and alliance."

Rohese sets a bracket of tender nesting polypore on top of the oak table.

Rohese brightly says, "Moving above ground now."

Rohese softly says, "Around the base and on the trunks of elder trees, especially Mother Trees, one often finds a patchwork carpet of mosses, lichens and other organisms."

Rohese glances at a fallen arboreal form.

Rohese softly says, "We see it in the glowbark with its phosphorescent residents..."

Rohese snaps out her hand with a complex gesture. A majestic glowbark tree illusion appears above the palm of her hand, wavers briefly, and vanishes.

Rohese softly continues, "...and the grey-green tufted growths on the sovereign willow of the Dryad Wildwood."

Rohese snaps out her hand with a complex gesture. A gnarled weeping willow illusion appears above the palm of her hand, wavers briefly, and vanishes.

Rohese softly says, "These are no mere adornments; again, it is a symbiotic - mutually beneficial - association."

Rohese softly adds, "We see it here too in the verdant undergrowth of the Arboreal Conservatory..."

Rohese softly continues, "...where there are some fine examples of monk's-hood lichen, shield lichens and oakmoss."

Rohese softly explains, "Mosses act as reservoirs of moisture, safeguarding the roots from drought and preserving the delicate balance of humidity necessary for the surrounding undergrowth."

Rohese softly says, "Among the most remarkable of mosses is scorpidium, a species predominant in the damp hollows and shaded root basins of Naidem, where the sky is perpetual twilight and the air is thick with mist."

Rohese removes a tangle of inky scorpidium moss from in her linden case.

Rohese notes, quietly, a few salient particulars of the moss.

Rohese softly says, "In the graveyard, woods and wetlands, scorpidium forms plush carpets beneath beech, birch and sycamore, particularly near the edges of slow-moving rivulets."

Rohese softly says, "Growing in dense tangles, the moss often makes its home on dead or dying trees, devouring the nutrients of its doomed host."

Vanathys nods at Rohese.

Rohese turns over her inky scorpidium moss.

Rohese smiles at Vanathys.

Rohese softly says, "Its role is both practical and profound: acting as a living sponge, it filters and retains water through the seasons, maintaining delicate soil moisture levels around the trees' root systems."

Ionlas whispers something to Eruien.

Rohese softly says, "Moreover, this moss nurtures an entire sub-community of insects: beetles, grubs, and fireflies so beloved by Naidem scholars for their ethereal beauty and translucence."

Eruien looks over at Ionlas and shakes his head.

Rohese softly says, "Their presence within the moss attracts foraging birds and encourages insectivorous flora along the margins."

Rohese softly says, "Thus, scorpidium serves as a cradle of biodiversity; its relationship with the trees is not merely one of support, but of shared vitality."

Rohese taps a tangle of inky scorpidium moss, which is in her right hand.

Rohese softly says, "In times of drought or excessive rain, it is this moss that tempers the extremes, ensuring that the roots of ancient trees remain undisturbed, as though the land itself were swaddling its giants in a soft and constant embrace."

Rohese sets a tangle of inky scorpidium moss on top of the oak table.

Rohese removes a tuft of old man's beard lichen from in her linden case.

Rohese clearly says, "Lichens, those mysterious marriages of fungus and algae, serve as the forest's alchemists."

Rohese wrinkles her nose.

Rohese softly says, "In some parts of the Wyrdeep, it is said they even glow faintly under moonlight, rumoured to be touched by fey magic."

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at her old man's beard lichen.

Rohese softly says, "Yet their truest gift lies in their enrichment of the soil for all nearby life and their sensitivity to corruption; should they wither or fade, it is often a warning of greater blight to come."

Rohese sets a tuft of old man's beard lichen on top of the oak table.

Rohese removes a feathered fern frond from in her linden case.

Rohese softly says, "It is easy to look up and see only branches, but nestled among them are ferns and epiphytic flora like orchids; those that do not draw from the tree itself but from the air and rain."

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at her fern frond.

Rohese softly says, "These tree-lodgers increase the forest's vertical diversity, forming habitats for winged insects, nesting birds, and other small creatures."

Rohese softly adds, "In some ancient groves, it is believed that these aerial gardens harbour entire ecosystems of their own, hidden from view."

Rohese waggles her fingers mystically, and a golden linden tree grove illusion appears briefly in the air.

Rohese reaches out with a complex gesture and activates the panel of her agara-fae wristlet. Sunshine yellow flurries of airy blossoms suddenly appear and dance in the air before coalescing and shifting into a spotted dark brown kestrel illusion.

Rohese softly says, "Beneath the eaves of the trees, in patches of dappled sunlight, wildflowers bloom and offer nectar."

Rohese softly says, "Bees, butterflies, and beetles answer the call - not only to feed, but to fulfill the sacred rite of pollination."

Rohese lightly adds, "Even the trees themselves are sometimes pollinated by windborne insects."

Rohese softly says, "Insects also serve as caretakers and couriers of decay."

Rohese softly says, "Ants tunnel through fallen bark, returning nutrients to the soil."

Rohese removes a miniscule red bark beetle from in her linden case.

(Rohese places the miniscule red bark beetle in the palm of her hand and holds it out to show it to the audience.)

Rohese softly says, "Insects, such as this red bark beetle, feast upon rot and keep the forest clean."

Rohese casually remarks, "I once observed a hive of bees protect a cluster of wild orchids growing in the crook of an old willow, as if recognizing the mutual benefit of their shared presence."

Rohese gives her wyrwood insect house a tiny shake, causing a swarm of pollen-fuzzed amber honey bees to crawl out and onto her inventory for a moment before retreating back inside the house.

Rohese smiles quietly to herself.

Rohese softly says, "The forest, then, is not a collection of solitary beings, but a living chorus..."

Rohese sets a miniscule red bark beetle on top of the oak table.

Rohese softly continues, "...each member in tune with the others, each leaf and root and wing participating in an unending hymnal of interdependence."

Rohese softly says, "Mother trees such as the glowbark..."

Rohese reaches out with a complex gesture and activates the panel of her agara-fae wristlet. Silvery white will-o'-wisps suddenly appear and dance in the air before coalescing and shifting into a majestic glowbark tree illusion.

Rohese softly says, "...with its luminous presence and deeply rooted wisdom, are both maestro and audience to this symphony."

Arbeia gazes with interest at a majestic glowbark tree illusion.

Rohese softly says, "Their sentience is not solitary; it is communal."

Missoni nods to a majestic glowbark tree illusion.

Rohese softly says, "It breathes through moss, whispers through lichen, is fed by fungi, and pollinated by the labour of insects."

Rohese softly opines, "We must heed these natural alliances."

Rohese gazes fondly at a majestic glowbark tree illusion.

Rohese softly says, "Because the song of the forest is one of harmony, and its melody is easily lost if even a single note is silenced."

Rohese lets out a long, contemplative breath.

Rohese softly says, "May this work serve not only as a study of the verdant kinship we walk among but also as a reminder that we too are part of this great, living and breathing whole."

Rohese smiles.

Rohese softly concludes, "And that, ladies and gentle folk, is what I would like to talk about tomorrow!"

Rohese drops into a deep curtsy, moving smoothly as her arms sweep grandly to her sides.
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===The Hornet & the Hollyhock: The Cultural Importance of Flowers -- [[Aliraswaen]]===
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Aliraswaen says, "Good day, my friends and fellow admirers of flora. I thank you, most sincerely, for joining me in this verdant jewel of the Shining City. I am Aliraswaen of Nielira Harbor, a small and sea-brushed town along the Nalfein coast, where the light falls warm and the gardens climb the stonework like music set to vine."

You see Aliraswaen.
She appears to be a Nalfein Elf.
She is of average stature and has a willowy, thin frame. She appears to be very young. She has golden, hazel-flecked cornflower blue eyes and subtly tanned skin. She has waist-length, silky caramel brown hair divided into twin reverse-weave braids that start at the temple and descend to the nape in wrist-thick lengths woven in heather grey and burgundy ribbons amid a tracery of baby's breath. She has a delicate face, an aquiline nose and high cheekbones culminating in sharply curved, pointed ears. She has bloom-painted burgundy lacquer upon her long, rounded nails.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a pewter-strung dark burgundy hollyhock, a rosewood-boned ebon silk corset painted in spires of burgundy blossoms over a very pale dusty rose blouse with split wrist-bound sleeves, a pewter and rosewood disc girdle pyrographed in hollyhock columns, a heavy ebon organza skirt painted in heather grey bloom-laden trellises with some layered burgundy petticoats underneath, and a pair of low-heeled sandals lifted by rosewood heels.
Placed alongside her is an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt.

Aliraswaen says, "It is an honor to be here, amidst such learned company, to speak on a flower that holds a quiet but persistent magic for me: the hollyhock."

Rohese beams happily at Aliraswaen!

Imrys smiles.

Rohese softly mouths, "So pretty."

Arbeia agrees with Rohese.

Aliraswaen says, "Now, I suspect more than a few of you have passed hollyhocks without much fanfare, nodding at their cheerful stalks as you strolled to admire something rarer, or more temperamental. And that's fair. The hollyhock doesn't pout or preen. It simply grows. Tall. Colorful. Steady. It is the sort of flower that thrives best when no one is watching too closely."

Aliraswaen suggests, "But today, I should like us to watch a little more closely. To pause. And to see."

Aliraswaen pauses politely, a thin, warm smile gracing her lips.

Aliraswaen paces to her right, moving in a circle around a low oval planter sporting white and lavender hollyhocks.

Tikba nods thoughtfully at Aliraswaen.

Aliraswaen casually says, "You see, the hollyhock has been with us a very long time."

Aliraswaen continues, "Long before gardeners bred for double blooms or marbled petals, the single hollyhock rose like a spire near doorways, chapels, and wells."

Aliraswaen thoughtfully explains, "It came to us from across sun-drenched plains, traveling by seed, by trade, and sometimes by accident, though I have found that accidents in botany are often simply miracles mislabeled."

Aliraswaen offers a soft, friendly chuckle.

Aliraswaen inquires, "Does anyone here grow hollyhocks? Or recall seeing them near childhood gates or old garden walls?"

Missoni murmurs, "Not especially."

Vanathys says, "Though, to be fair, I grow a bit of nearly everything I can."

Vanathys chuckles.

Arbeia asks, "Do they grow in the desert?"

Aubriella says, "I did collect a nice bunch on Nielira Harbor."

Gilenir admits, "I've been having difficulty getting them to properly seed."

Speaking slowly to Arbeia, Aliraswaen says, "I am uncertain."

Aubriella says, "But grow them, n o."

Rohese softly says, "I too have struggled."

Speaking to Gilenir, Vanathys says, "I will transplant some, if you wish."

Aliraswaen nods at Gilenir.

Gilenir gazes hopefully at Vanathys.

Aliraswaen says, "Sometimes they are resistent."

Arbeia says, "Cannot say I have ever seen any there."

Aliraswaen softly continues, "In Ta'Nalfein, where refinement is expected and gardens are often judged as much as gowns, the hollyhock holds a strange place."

Aliraswaen smiles quietly to herself.

Aliraswaen says, "It is seen as rustic by some. Sturdy. Perhaps even coarse. But I argue otherwise. There is grace in its reach. Poise in its persistence."

Aliraswaen affirms, "The hollyhock does not demand beauty it becomes it."

Aliraswaen picks up an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt from alongside her.

Aliraswaen says, "I've gathered my reflections, woven through with a tale from the Nieliran coast, in a book titled The Hornet and the Hollyhock. It is part fable, part meditation, and fully a love letter to the way wildness and grace often reside side by side. Copies are available to you all, with my compliments. I hope it may plant a little seed of delight, or curiosity, or wonder."

Aliraswaen offers Rohese an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt.

Rohese accepts Aliraswaen's suede tome.

Aliraswaen offers you an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

Missoni appreciatively says, "How generous."

Aliraswaen nods at Rohese.

Rohese holds an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt in her hand close to her body.

Aliraswaen smiles.

[Aliraswaen gives everyone a tome]

You accept Aliraswaen's offer and are now holding an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt.

You incline your head.

You say, "This is very kind, thank you."

>L tome
Corbeau green marked in gilt lettering decorates the edge of the spine, transitioning to burgundy-black on the back and cover beyond a clearly delineated line of silver. Decorative embossing upon the flat plane of the cover creates the raised impression of hollyhock stalk, its upper section still furled while its middle is in full bloom. Faenor-hued paint create a sheen of color near the upper right corner where a hornet rests. The words "The Hornet and the Hollyhock" stretch across the lower section.

Tikba politely says, "Thank you very much."

Imrys murmurs, "How lovely. Thank you for sharing your work with us."

Speaking to Gilenir, Ionlas whispers aloud, "Will you read it to me, too?"

Speaking to Aliraswaen, Aubriella says, "Oh, thank you."

Eruien gives a sidelong glance at Ionlas.

Speaking pointedly to Ionlas, Gilenir says, "But you're literate."

>read my tom
The Hornet and the Hollyhock

Introduction ................................... 2
The Hollyhock .................................. 4
The Hornet ..................................... 7
Signals in Bloom and Stone ..................... 15
In the Nest of Stories ......................... 22
In Word and Warning ............................ 29
Closing Reflections ............................ 36
Page 1

Vanathys just nudged Gilenir.

Vanathys whispers something to Gilenir.

Ionlas frowns.

Gilenir says, "Oh."

Speaking to Gilenir, Ionlas says, "Yes, I suppose I am."

Speaking to Ionlas, Gilenir says, "I mean... yes."

Gilenir surreptitiously glances at Vanathys.

Vanathys gazes up into the heavens.

Eruien mutters, "Smooth."

Vanathys says, "Thank you. This will be excellent for my collection."

Rohese smiles at Vanathys.

Rohese giggles softly at Eruien.

[Arboretum, Arboreal Gallery]

Verdant-curtained foliage drapes across the fallen arboreal forms scattered along the forest floor, the various trunks and elongated branches sculpted around the archways encircling the dome. Vibrantly colored toadstools encircle the moss-covered tables nestled into the soil, the clusters framed by branch-crafted easels and twine-hung yll'suta. Birdsong echoes throughout the area, the avians hidden amongst the canopy of greenery set high above. You also see an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt, a low oval planter sporting white and lavender hollyhocks, a yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake with a wild mane of cobalt briar hair, a lazy wild deep red dog, a vexed wasteland spirit that is flying around, a large vibrant harlequin macaw parrot and a green-eyed ridge caracal.

Also here: Loremaster Rohese who is sitting, Bathcwyn Missoni who is sitting, Lord Gilenir who is sitting, Rivienne, Tikba who is sitting, Imrys who is sitting, Lord Ionlas who is sitting, Aubriella who is sitting, Fleurs who is sitting, Vanathys who is sitting, Oirisu who is sitting, Arbeia who is sitting, Lord Eruien who is sitting, Aliraswaen, Stassy

Obvious paths: out

Speaking amusedly to Vanathys, Oirisu says, "Because they clearly are the same type of literature."

Aliraswaen continues, "Now, to the flower's habits. Hollyhocks are biennial, or sometimes short-lived perennials, depending on their treatment. They prefer full sun and well-drained soil, and though they grow tall, often taller than most elves I know, they begin in modest rosettes. Their strength, like that of so many things, is in what lies quietly at the base."

Gilenir grins wryly at Ionlas.

Ionlas leans softly against Gilenir.

Ionlas rolls his eyes.

Aliraswaen lightly says, "Some gardeners see their susceptibility to rust as a flaw, but I find it an invitation to companion plant, to rotate, to learn. Nature rarely gives us perfection without asking us to participate."

Speaking sheepishly to Aliraswaen, Rohese says, "And to think I pulled them all when I spotted rust."

Aliraswaen knowingly says, "And there is something rather dear about seeing bees and beetles nestle deep into those open blooms. They're almost cup-like. They hold things. Like stories. Or secrets."

You see Lord Eruien Lithavir the Living Canvas and Most Esteemed Representative of Ta'Loenthra.
He appears to be a Loenthra Elf.
He is tall and has a lithe body. He appears to be young and robust. He has subtly tilted, azure-flecked sea green eyes and unlined pale skin. He has long, silky ginger hair drawn into a loose half-braid by a loop of naefira-carved resaeun. He has a long, softly angled face, a straight nose and broad shoulders.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a translucent filament strung with a single drop of fused glass, a cropped sueded jacket dyed a rich larkspur blue hue, a deep-plunging charcoal brocade waistcoat cut short at the ribs over a sheer chiffon shirt veiled in floral embroidery across the chest, a finger-spanning coiled silver ring kissed with powdered amethyst, a pair of pearl grey twill trousers slit at the calves to reveal lace godets, and a pair of mirror-shined leather brogues with cutout vamps.

Aliraswaen politely inquires, "Would any of you like to ask a question? Or perhaps share a memory of hollyhocks in your own garden or another flower that, to you, holds the same sort of quiet, unexpected grace?"

(Rohese tentatively raises her hand.)

Vanathys glances at Rohese.

Rohese points at Vanathys.

Aliraswaen amusedly asks, "Come, surely you have favorites... Or why are we at this symbosium?"

Vanathys says, "Ladies first."

Rohese insistently says, "No, no, you were first."

Vanathys says, "I insist that you go first."

Rohese whines at Vanathys!

Rohese reluctantly says, "As you wish."

Rohese hesitantly says, "I'd like to share a rose, if I may."

Aliraswaen delightedly exclaims, "Of course!"

Rohese softly begins, "One of the common funeral customs in Ta'Illistim is the Selanair, which is as old as the Elven Houses themselves."

Rohese softly continues, "It means dusk's light and it is essentially the observance of displaying a deceased love one so those who wish to show their respect can do so."

Rohese smiles.

Rohese softly says, "This beautiful blossom, the asuleriel, is a unique variety of blue rose that represents peace and hope."

Rohese taps a pale-veined deep blue asuleriel, which is in her right hand.

Rohese softly says, "It is associated with such remembrance ceremonies and the petals often cover the form of the deceased."

Rohese softly says, "They're very rare in the wild but can be nurtured in gardens."

Rohese softly says, "This was grown in the rose garden at Ailanthus Manor out on Whistler's Pass."

Fleurs nods appreciatively.

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at her deep blue asuleriel.

Aliraswaen respectfully says, "It is a lovely specimen."

Rohese smiles at Aliraswaen.

Rohese softly says, "It has taken centuries of cultivation by the gardeners there and it is there pride and joy."

Oirisu looks thoughtfully at Vanathys.

Rohese softly exclaims, "Lumnis forfend anyone who attempts to pick them without permission!"

Rohese softly says, "And it is worth noting that a florist of any worth would never charge when being purchased for a deceased loved one."

Eruien begins chuckling at Rohese!

Rohese softly says, "They are always given freely."

Aliraswaen quietly says, "An amazing honor and gift."

Speaking to Rohese, Vanathys teases, "You said the same thing I was going to."

Speaking appreciatively to Aliraswaen, Rohese says, "It took a lot of persuasion to have this one."

Rohese softly says, "Ah, then I am sorry."

Aliraswaen understandingly says, "Well can I imagine."

Aliraswaen nods slowly.

Aliraswaen asks, "Did anyone else wish to share?"

Vanathys says, "I had a question."

Aliraswaen politely admonishes, "Please."

Aliraswaen thoughtfully says, "I imagine that some could, however, many tales are tied to its nature being a repelent for many demons. I suppose most planters and growers prefer it to remain in an un-refined state to ensure it does not lose these qualities."

Eruien stifles a yawn behind the back of his hand.

Missoni glances appraisingly at Aliraswaen.

Rohese surreptitiously glances at Eruien.

Rohese shakes her head at Eruien and clucks her tongue.

Tikba surreptitiously glances between Aliraswaen and Missoni.

Vanathys looks thoughtfully at Aliraswaen.

Aliraswaen says, "Let me see if I can find that..."

Vanathys says, "Superstitions getting in the way of progress..."

Vanathys says, "Interesting."

Aliraswaen says, "In the wake of the Sea Elf War, as Ta'Nalfein reeled from both shared grief and sharpened self-preservation, new symbols took root amid the scarred soil."

You interestedly ask, "Do the tales provide more detail on that repellent effect?"

Rohese looks thoughtfully at you.

Eruien gives a sidelong glance at you.

Missoni murmurs, "I wonder if that has been extensively tested."

Aliraswaen says, "A moment, I am trying to find the excerpt."

You twitch your darkened fingers in a display of your irritation.

Aliraswaen says, "It is a quiet defender, a symbol of survival, and a lingering echo of the dark tides that once swept near their shores."

Aliraswaen says, "Ah, here it is."

Aliraswaen clearly reads, "Favored for its height and fragrance, the blossom was said to aggravate the senses of certain demons, encouraging them to wander away. Whether apocryphal or true, its planting near thresholds and walls became a ritual not of beauty alone, but of unseen defense and memory. In the preservation of life, the hollyhock found purpose. In the preservation of dignity, it found a lasting place in Nalfein hearts."

Aliraswaen says, "You say superstition, I say tradition."

Speaking to Aliraswaen, Vanathys says, "A fair enough distinction, I think."

Vanathys says, "A tradition I do not hold, of course. Perhaps I will make some attempts of my own, then."

Speaking to Aliraswaen, Vanathys says, "That was my only question."

Aliraswaen says, "As you see fit, though I would caution that not all perenials like to be tampered with."

Speaking softly to herself, Rohese notes, "I must try and grow them again."

Aliraswaen says, "Sometimes, the simple rustic beauty is the best."

Speaking mildly to Aliraswaen, Vanathys says, "It is my specialty."

Aliraswaen politely says, "As you will, of course."

Aliraswaen inquires, "Did anyone else have a question or wish to shaer?"

Missoni raises her hand.

Missoni says, "I have always been fond of the peony. I suppose I do not have such a...ah... traditional reason."

Missoni says, "But its relationship with ants reminds me a bit of how the hornet and the hollyhock often work in tandem."

Speaking to Rohese, Missoni admits, "And also, the blooms are quite lush."

Missoni flushes slightly, some color reaching her cheeks.

Rohese nods enthusiastically at Missoni!

Aliraswaen says, "How intereting. I had not thought you one to be basheful, for that is its meaning, though its interaction and requirement of the ant is very synonymous of the Hollyhock."

Ionlas briefly glances at Gilenir's shoulder.

You see Lord Gilenir Veythorne Illistim.
He appears to be an Elf.
He is taller than average and has a muscular, able-bodied physique. He appears to be in the spring of life. He has vibrant hazel green eyes and tanned skin. He has short, tousled ashen blonde hair parted at a slant, leaving the unruly bangs to brush against the forehead. He has an angular face and well-defined cheekbones.
He is in good shape.
He is holding an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt in his right hand.
He is wearing a gilt-marbled white jade signet draped from a waist-cut chain, a jaw-framing blue jacquard collar affixed with twin brooches, a broad-shouldered doublet of smoked sapphire blue maedatha over a deep-cut vellum ivory silk tunic, some charcoal-tinted mykal trousers cinched down each hip, and a pair of suede-cuffed ebon suede knee-boots.

Aliraswaen says, "They have such a delicate fragrance to them, not showy or heady but light and fragile."

Speaking to Aliraswaen, Missoni says, "Yes, I do like that they are not overpowering in a garden."

Rivienne raises her hand.

You add, "And they bloom quite early, which I look forward to each spring."

Aliraswaen smiles at you.

Rivienne says, "Your fondness for the hollyhock, a flower that many find common or rustic, reminds me of my own fondness for dandelions, which most consider and outright nuisance."

Aliraswaen asks, "But don't then go to seed with such a charming nature?"

Rohese nods in agreement.

Aliraswaen delightedly says, "The little seeds on the wind, the childhood memories of endearing wishes and hopes."

Rivienne says, "They are like a small sun that refuses to be forgotten. Even when it's pulled up, it returns, not out of spite but because it persists, even through the cracks in cobblestones."

Rohese softly exclaims, "Like tiny fairies!"

Aliraswaen says, "Yes, they are definitely resilient."

Rivienne says, "Not to mention all the wishes they've carried for me."

Aliraswaen says, "We have given them the meaning of "respect and chivalry" or 'spiritual"."

Aliraswaen smiles at Rivienne.

Aliraswaen says, "I once saw a painting, it was in only three colors.... the lower right of the painting was awash in golden yellow, and the dandelion took center stage, a slash through its center to show its duality of growth. The lower half was it in full bloom, the other half was it going to seed and being tugged by a gentle wind that carried its cypselae up to the right corner..."

Aliraswaen says, "The seeds transformed near the top into dark birds."

Aliraswaen says, "It was title: When wishes turn to wings."

Missoni lightly says, "How clever."

You cock your head.

Eruien nods approvingly.

Aliraswaen says, "Such a lovely, persistent flower."

Aliraswaen says, "Thank you for sharing."

Aliraswaen asks, "Did anyone else have one?"

Fleurs raises her hand.

Fleurs says, "I am especially fond of the plumeria. Lush, fragrant, and tropical, it always reminds me of good times. I find the scent very relaxing."

Aliraswaen says, "And it is such an amazing specimen as it almost seems fake due it its almost waxy petals."

Rivienne says, "Their blossoms are always so perfect, they almost seem fake."

Rivienne nods at Aliraswaen.

Aliraswaen smiles at Rivienne.

Fleurs glances between Rivienne and Aliraswaen.

Fleurs grins.

Aliraswaen says, "They have such gradient change to them, too."

Ionlas says, "I'm not sure if you've noticed this, but the blossoms almost seem fake."

Aliraswaen says, "Always almost blushed with other hues."

Ionlas's face breaks into a cheeky grin.

Eruien gives a sidelong glance at Ionlas.

Eruien just nudged Ionlas.

Rivienne begins chuckling at Ionlas!

Aliraswaen says, "I do appreciate their spiced undertones. A lovely citrus pop...."

You see Rivienne Mandaire Loenthra of the Shining City.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is subtle in stature and has a balletic body. She appears to have come of age. She has demure violet eyes and lightly tanned skin. She has long, undulant starling black hair that falls to shadow her form. She has a fine-boned face and narrow, delicately pointed ears. Her aspect embodies a fluid symmetry of sharp angles and gentle curves.
She is in good shape.
She is holding an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt in her right hand.
She is wearing a vial-shaped glass pendant containing a preserved emerald green leaf, a gilded silk cincher over a green silk kaftan patterned with a fall of botanical-interspersed arabesques, a vine-wrought gold handflower, and some golden leather thong sandals.

Speaking politely to Arbeia, Aliraswaen inquires, "What is the blossom you hold so dearly?"

Arbeia says, "Oh."

Arbeia glances at a budding pale yellow creosote flower in her hand.

Arbeia asks, "This?"

Arbeia says, "This is a creosote flower."

Arbeia says, "From the desert."

Arbeia says, "I always think of home when I have this with me... for..."

Arbeia says, "When the monsoons come."

Aliraswaen says, "Such a delicate, small bloom."

Arbeia says, "They release the most amazing smell."

Arbeia smiles.

Aliraswaen asks, "May I?"

Arbeia offers Aliraswaen a budding pale yellow creosote flower.

Aliraswaen accepts Arbeia's yellow creosote flower.

Aliraswaen sniffs at her yellow creosote flower.

Aliraswaen says, "Hmmm..."

Aliraswaen thoughtfully says, "Musky...."

Aliraswaen sniffs at her yellow creosote flower.

Arbeia says, "The air fills with that smell after the rains come."

Aliraswaen says, "Almost like fres--- yes."

Aliraswaen offers Arbeia a budding pale yellow creosote flower.

Arbeia accepts Aliraswaen's yellow creosote flower.

Arbeia turns over her yellow creosote flower.

Speaking to Vaelani, Aliraswaen asks, "Did I remember that you raised your hand?"

Speaking encouragingly to Vaelani, Aliraswaen asks, "Had you a bloom to share?"

Speaking jokingly to Vanathys, Oirisu says, "We'll end up with more perfume notes at this rate."

Speaking to Oirisu, Fleurs says, "You can never have too much perfume."

Vaelani tentatively says, "Yes... I was going to mention red feather clover. I'm afraid I don't have one on me to share, but I can best describe it as looking like pinky crimson fox tails when they bloom."

Speaking to Oirisu, Vanathys whispers aloud, "Perhaps a seasonal line at some point."

Oirisu leans softly against Vanathys.

Speaking to Vaelani, Aliraswaen says, "I believe we call those trifoliums."

Vaelani nods at Aliraswaen.

Aliraswaen says, "They rather resemble the thistle in many ways."

Aliraswaen says, "Their tops are silver and white tipped, much like a fox tail as you said."

Vaelani nods in agreement.

Aliraswaen says, "They have a subtly herbaceous smell and a sweet honey-ness to them."

Missoni curiously says, "Where do they grow? I am not certain I have seen them."

Speaking happily to Vaelani, Aliraswaen says, "I lovely bloom indeed."

Aliraswaen says, "They are typically a glade plant, if my memory is any good."

Missoni says, "I shall be more observant."

Aliraswaen asks, "Did anyone else have anything to share?"

Aliraswaen offers Vaelani an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt.

Vaelani accepts Aliraswaen's suede tome.

Speaking to Vaelani, Aliraswaen says, "I think I missed you when we were handing these out."

Aliraswaen says, "Thank you. Every story shared reminds me that gardens are as much about memory as they are about soil. And the hollyhock, for all its humble roots, is a memory keeper."

Fleurs happily says, "I do love flowers, of all types."

Aliraswaen continues, "It grows beside kitchens, beneath bedroom windows, along roads where loved ones once walked."

Missoni applauds Aliraswaen warmly.

Aliraswaen says, "So, I thank you again for your time, your presence, and your willingness to walk this short garden path with me. May you find beauty in the ordinary. May you nurture what rises quietly beside you."

Aliraswaen offers, "And may your hollyhocks grow tall."
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===An Introduction to the Quiet Beauty of Night Gardens -- Lady [[Rivienne]] Mandaire Loenthra===
<pre{{log2}}>
Rivienne says, "Alright then, I'll get started."

You see Rivienne Mandaire Loenthra of the Shining City.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is subtle in stature and has a balletic body. She appears to have come of age. She has demure violet eyes and lightly tanned skin. She has long, undulant starling black hair drawn into fluid whorls ensnaring a lustrous full moon ornament before spilling in waves down the back. She has a fine-boned face and narrow, delicately pointed ears. Her aspect embodies a fluid symmetry of sharp angles and gentle curves.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a tiny arathiel sphere illuminating the hollow of the throat, a corseted jet silk coat swept back at the hips into a composed train, a sleeveless tulle gown descending in drifts of ivory chiffon, and a pair of almond leather slippers on sculpted bone heels.

Arbeia turns to face Rivienne.

Wylnar plops down to the ground in a sitting position.

Your face goes blank.

Rivienne begins, "As light falls away, the world grows both sharper and softer, and our senses rise to meet the darkness."

Lissaya's eyes glaze over as she stares, unfocused, into the distance.

Arbeia nods to Wylnar in greeting.

You give a sidelong glance at Wylnar.

You see Wylnar the Shadowbroker.
He appears to be a Half-Elf from Ta'Vaalor.
He is average height and has a lithesome, nimble build. He appears to be an adult. He has kohl-lined jade green eyes and ghostly pale skin. He has waist-length, silken white blonde hair threaded sparsely with leather beads and left to flow freely over his broad shoulders. He has an angular face, a scar-crossed, straight nose and subtly pointed ears.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a vivid pink linen cape with arabesque-stitched edging, a multi-strapped onyx suede harness over some sleek ebon shadarl armor banded in tonal suede, a pair of stygian half-gloves, a niello silver signet worn on the right pinky, a black leather tool kit, and some thin black leather boots wrapped in dark linen scraps.

Rivienne says, "Scent unfurls in the cooling air, carried more potently as the humidity increases. Sound, too, stretches farther, unbroken and unbothered by the hum of day."

Wylnar reclines back, supporting himself on his palms.

Rivienne thoughtfully asserts, "Darkness asks something of us. Few are taught how to move within it, how to relate to it. More often, we are taught to banish it."

Lissaya shifts her eyes to Rivienne.

Wylnar nods in agreement at Rivienne.

Rivienne says, "But darkness is not an absence. It is a force, a subtle shaping hand that turns familiar land into a foreign country. It is a balm, a companion to light rather than its enemy."

Rivienne calmly explains, "And shadows, far from being voids, are proof of presence. The way light flows around form, the way ripples reveal stones beneath a river."

Bathcwyn Missoni flounces through an arched duo of stained glass doors leading to the walkway amidst a diffuse cloud of prismatic glitter.

Wylnar waves to Missoni.

Rivienne lightly says, "I was raised on a Loenthran estate known for its perfumers' craft, where vast fields of botanicals were cultivated for distillation and trade, but the gardens closest to the house were created for something more personal."

Missoni glances appraisingly at Wylnar.

Missoni gives a short little hum of surprise.

Lissaya gazes forlornly at Missoni.

Rivienne recalls, "I remember my parents spending many of their evening hours together, walking the paths as the night breeze carried shifting waves of scent to meet them."

Rivienne shares, "They would pause beneath an arbor or lean over a cluster of blooms, exchanging thoughts about which notes might blend well or which fragrances would linger or vanish too quickly."

Rivienne says, "Aspiring poets, musicians, and painters under our family's patronage would wander those paths in search of inspiration, sit beneath a lantern to practice their work, or even weep quietly when their art betrayed them."

Wylnar furtively glances at Lissaya.

Rivienne smiles slightly.

You glance down.

Missoni nods sympathetically at Lissaya.

Rivienne explains, "These night gardens, interspersed across the grounds, belonged to everyone in the household."

Lissaya appears to be ignoring everything going on around her.

Rivienne wistfully murmurs, "And the parties...they belonged to the night. We would line the paths with foxfire, just enough to make the gardens glow like something enchanted."

Rivienne softly reminisces, "Somewhere in the dark, a quartet would play, and always, the perfume of the gardens, wild and shifting, would thread itself into the evening."

Missoni gazes with interest at Rivienne.

Wylnar looks thoughtfully at Rivienne.

Ionlas lets out a soft, wistful sigh.

Rivienne reflectively adds, "It always felt, to me, as though the garden itself was hosting the gathering, and we were simply guests."

Rivienne measuredly says, "Around nine elven, our sense of smell naturally sharpens, almost as if the body is tuned to meet the moment when night-blooming flowers begin to release their perfume. The effect feels intentional, like a signal."

(Rivienne lets a smile linger.)

Rivienne knowingly remarks, "The finest night gardens hold their fragrance just beyond reach, letting it drift in waves rather than overwhelm."

Wylnar lets his gaze wander over to you, his attention lingering for a few beats, one pale brow slightly arched.

Rivienne says, "Clusters of scented plants are arranged near seating areas so that each breeze carries a different note, a subtle composition of layered aromas."

Rivienne explains, "Container plants make this art easier, allowing scents to be moved and rearranged as the season shifts, or as one note grows too dominant."

Rivienne notes, "Herbs, sharp, green, and grounding, are part of the design, tempering the sweetness of white blossoms and adding a crisp edge that keeps the garden's breath alive and balanced."

Rivienne thoughtfully states, "The shape of a night garden is defined first by its structure. Hedges, topiary, trees, and shrubs lend the garden a sense of age and permanence, the kind of maturity that makes a garden feel lived in."

Rivienne says, "Paths and patios frame how it is walked, while arbors and lattices rise to lift climbing plants into moonlight."

Lissaya surreptitiously glances at you.

Rivienne notes, "Movement is part of the design, the rustle of grasses bending in the breeze, the faint chime of wind bells, or the mirrored flicker of candlelight in a shallow basin of water. Every element is placed not just for beauty, but to invite pause."

Rivienne evenly says, "Lighting in a night garden is meant to guide, never to dazzle. A single lantern, or the low flicker of candles, can soften the edges of every shape, making faces glow, skin luminous, and eyes catch the light."

Rivienne continues, "The placement of light becomes an art in itself. Grazing light brushed against textured stone, uplighting that gives a tree subtle majesty, shadowing that turns a statue into a silhouette on the wall."

Rivienne states, "Moonlighting, hung high in the overstory of branches, mimics the pale dapple of a clear night. Especially when the sky is overcast. The trick is restraint. To light only what needs to be seen, and let darkness carry the rest."

Missoni smiles.

Rivienne says, "The plants of a night garden are chosen for the way they transform in the dark. Whites, silvers, and pale hues seem to hold the light, while blues and violets deepen into something luminous under the stars."

Wylnar nods approvingly.

Vanathys looks thoughtfully at Rivienne.

Rivienne removes a richly pleated eburnean moonflower from in her jet silk coat.

Rivienne says, "A hedge of yew or other dark foliage serves as a backdrop, making its pale blooms appear to glow. Night-blooming jasmine climbs arbors and trellises, releasing its heady perfume in intervals."

(Rivienne idly traces the moonflower's soft petals as she speaks, her words unhurried.)

Rivienne says, "Tuberose, the 'mistress of the night', sends up spires of fragrance while moonflowers unfurl in a sudden rush, their large, white petals open for only one night before they close forever."

(Rivienne unfurls her fingers into an open palm, splaying them briefly before closing them back into a soft fist.)

Rivienne says, "Silver leaves of lavender, lamb's ear, and white sage catch light like brushed metal, and add herbal notes and a dry spice to the melange."

Rivienne remarks, "You are likely all familiar with petunias, yet may not realize that their sweet vanilla-like fragrance is released almost exclusively at night."

Arbeia smiles.

Rivienne put a richly pleated eburnean moonflower in her jet silk coat.

Rivienne says, "Honeysuckle, too, softens into its full sweetness after dusk, weaving threads of scent through the cooler air."

Rivienne adds, "Evening primrose and night phlox, flowering tobacco and heliotrope, wisteria and nightshades, each one adding its own note to the symphony. The plants are planned to blossom in succession, so that each evening offers something new."

Rivienne continues, "A night garden lives not only through its plants but through the creatures it draws."

Rivienne removes a marbled green luna moth from in her jet silk coat.

Rivienne says, "Moths, pale-winged and restless, are guided by fragrance and the steady light of the moon. Other light sources confuse them, but in the darkness of a true night garden, they follow their ancient rhythms, pollinating far more widely than bees."

Ionlas glances at Gilenir.

Rivienne explains, "Every moth is bound to a plant, often a tree, that completes its life cycle. Without it, the moth cannot exist. This luna moth, for instance, begins and ends its life entwined with the persimmon tree. Its larvae feed on its leaves, and it took its first flight from its boughs. The tree and the moth are part of one anothers story."

Ionlas squints at Gilenir.

Eruien gazes at Rivienne.

(Rivienne tilts the moth slightly, tracing the arc of an eye spot with a hovering fingertip.)

Rivienne observes, "The markings on their wings are often quiet warnings, mimicking the unblinking eyes of snakes or the wide gaze of owls, reminders of what else moves in the night."

Gilenir nods sagely at Ionlas.

Ionlas folds his arms over his chest as he leans back in his chair.

Rivienne says, "Fireflies appear as living sparks, rising and falling, each species flashing in a pattern as unique as a signature."

(Rivienne slowly uncups her hands, revealing the steady blue glow of a ghost firefly.)

Arelder gazes in wonder at Rivienne.

Rivienne states, "This is a unique species of firefly, called a blue ghost. Unlike the golden flicker of common fireflies, their light is a steady, ethereal blue that can last for nearly a minute at a time. They do not flash in patterns but drift like will-o'-wisps through the dark, their glow constant and haunting."

Wylnar reclines back even further, propped up on his elbows now as he listens to the lecture.

(Rivienne remains unfazed as the firefly slips free of her cupped hands, its light weaving upward before it veers toward the faintly glowing arathiel at her throat.)

Rivienne explains, "In certain places, entire colonies of fireflies flash in perfect unison, as though a single pulse runs through them all. It is not a strict rhythm but a wave, like candlelight being passed from one to another, flowing through the dark. The more they gather, the more their lights align, until an entire swath of forest or meadow seems to breathe, inhaling light, exhaling shadow."

Rivienne remarks, "Which, in a way, is exactly what they do. When they draw breath, compounds within their bodies meet the air and ignite, glowing until they release it again."

(Rivienne cuts short the firefly's flirtation with the arathiel and slips it back into her coat.)

Rivienne put a tiny lucent blue ghost firefly in her jet silk coat.

Rivienne says, "Glowworms weave a faint steady glow along moss beds or damp crevices, while foxfire, which refers to more than a single species of bio-luminescent fungi, lines fallen branches or old logs."

Rivienne says, "These glows are subtle but they lend the garden a sense of being alive. The presence of these creatures is proof of balance, a sign that the garden is part of something greater."

Rivienne says, "Water brings both movement and reflection to a night garden. A still, dark-lined pool can mirror the stars, becoming a moongazing basin."

Rivienne says, "Fountains and spills of water soften noise from beyond garden walls and the drift of floating candles moves the light."

Rivienne says, "The sky, too, is part of the design. Openings in the canopy frame constellations, and telescopes invite guests to look upward. Even circular paths and garden features can be arranged to echo the passage of the moons. A nod to the idea, as above, so below."

(Rivienne moves her hand, using her fingertips to trace the line of an invisible circle in the air before her.)

Rivienne says, "The influence of the moons stirs both groundwater and growth, and the night garden, like the tides, responds to their phases."

Rivienne elaborates, "Their shifting cycles set the pace for planting, tending, and harvesting, especially for botanicals meant for magical or alchemical use."

Rivienne warns, "No planting is done on the day or night of the new moon, when energy is unsettled and the pull is at its lowest."

Rivienne says, "As the moon begins to wax, so do the plants, drawing in moisture and strength, marking the the time to sow seeds and encourage new growth."

Rivienne notes, "The full moon is a moment of culmination, its broad light drawing water to the surface of the soil, making it the ideal time for harvesting botanicals at their peak potency."

Rivienne says, "As the moon wanes, the garden enters a phase of release and preparation. Pruning, clearing, and readying for the next cycle."

Rivienne says, "Thank you for listening, for walking this garden path with me in thought and memory."

Wylnar sits up straight.

Wylnar applauds Rivienne.

Arbeia applauds politely.

Rivienne shares, "I believe every scent carries a story, and a night garden tells a new story with every nightfall."

Rivienne proudly states, "In Loenthra, some of us hold that the highest art is to become a muse unto others."

Speaking to Rivienne, Ionlas says, "I need one now."

Rivienne gently concludes, "If my words have stirred something in you, a wish to create or to see the ordinary differently, then my purpose here is complete."

Vanathys agrees with Ionlas.

Eruien applauds Rivienne.

You applaud Rivienne warmly.
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===Pruned, Twisted, and Bewitched: An Overview of Magically Altered Flora -- Professor [[Vanathys|Vanathys Ravistel]] Vaalor===
<pre{{log2}}>
Vanathys begins, "Good afternoon. I'm Vanathys Ravistel, Royal Botanist to Ta'Vaalor. Today, we will discuss an overview of magical plant alteration, touching briefly on a range of techniques, their theoretical bases, and ethical implications."

Ionlas gazes at Vanathys.

Arbeia turns an inquisitive ear toward Vanathys.

Vanathys glances at a rectangular slate board propped on an easel.

You gaze with interest at Vanathys.

Vanathys says, "A brief outline is available on the board."

>read board

In the Common language, it reads:

Pruned, Twisted, and Bewitched:
An Overview of Magically Altered Flora

I. Techniques
A. Symbiotic Grafting
B. Elemental or Spiritual Infusion
C. Rune-Grafting
D. Transpositional Binding
E. Emotional or Empathetic Imprinting
II. Inheritance
III. Ethics and Sentience

Vanathys points out, "This is meant to be more of a survey to establish a foundational knowledge rather than an exhaustive exploration of the topic."

Lissaya shifts her eyes to a rectangular slate board propped on an easel.

Vanathys folds his hands behind his back.

Ibar takes a moment to observe a rectangular slate board propped on an easel.

Vanathys says, "The first technique will be perhaps the most familiar to you, as it can also be done to lesser effect without magic--symbiotic grafting."

Eruien glances at Ionlas.

Vanathys explains, "Symbiotic grafting is favored by nature-attuned practitioners, druids, and the Greengair. It's considered the gentlest of techniques, as it involves binding compatible plants together using naturally aligned magical fields."

[Arboretum, Arboreal Gallery]
Verdant-curtained foliage drapes across the fallen arboreal forms scattered along the forest floor, the various trunks and elongated branches sculpted around the archways encircling the dome. Vibrantly colored toadstools encircle the moss-covered tables nestled into the soil, the clusters framed by branch-crafted easels and twine-hung yll'suta. Birdsong echoes throughout the area, the avians hidden amongst the canopy of greenery set high above. You also see a flying black portfolio, a vexed wasteland spirit that is flying around, a large vibrant harlequin macaw parrot, a yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake covered in star anises, a lazy wild deep red dog, a green-eyed ridge caracal, a rectangular slate board propped on an easel and a low oval planter sporting white and lavender hollyhocks.
Also here: Ibar who is sitting, Adjutant Yunni, Rivienne who is sitting, Tikba who is sitting, Loremaster Rohese who is sitting, Stassy, Feriae who is sitting, Lord Gilenir, Aubriella who is sitting, Fleurs who is sitting, Oirisu who is sitting, Bathcwyn Missoni who is sitting, Riend who is sitting, Miss Lissaya who is sitting, Arbeia who is sitting, Lord Eruien who is sitting, Lord Ionlas who is sitting, Vanathys
Obvious paths: out

Vanathys eloquently says, "Rather than forcing traits from one onto the other, it encourages mutual adaptation over time through shared root systems, entwined stems, or joined vascular systems."

Vanathys offhandedly notes, "I've found growth cycles and lunar or seasonal conditions can affect the success rate, though the exact conditions required vary by plant."

Vanathys suggests, "It's best to keep a detailed log of your attempts."

Vanathys shares, "Symbiotic grafting relies on the principle of life resonance or the idea that living organisms with compatible energetic rhythms can merge gradually without trauma."

Eruien squints at Vanathys.

Eruien whispers something to Ionlas.

You see Lord Eruien Lithavir the Living Canvas and Most Esteemed Representative of Ta'Loenthra.
He appears to be a Loenthra Elf.
He is tall and has a lithe body. He appears to be young and robust. He has subtly tilted, azure-flecked sea green eyes and unlined pale skin. He has long, silky ginger hair drawn into a loose half-braid by a loop of naefira-carved resaeun. He has a long, softly angled face, a straight nose and broad shoulders.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a translucent filament strung with a single drop of fused glass, a cropped sueded jacket dyed a rich larkspur blue hue, a deep-plunging charcoal brocade waistcoat cut short at the ribs over a sheer chiffon shirt veiled in floral embroidery across the chest, a finger-spanning coiled silver ring kissed with powdered amethyst, a pair of pearl grey twill trousers slit at the calves to reveal lace godets, and a pair of mirror-shined leather brogues with cutout vamps.

Rohese lowers her gaze.

Vanathys says, "Unlike sorcerous grafting, which we will discuss later, this process fosters balance and longevity, albeit the results can take time to manifest."

Gilenir nods in agreement.

Vanathys says, "This symbiotic grafting can be used to build disease or weather-resistant hybrids, share resources between plants with different root depths, and amplify the traits of hybrid plants through this harmony."

Yunni looks lost in thought.

Vanathys paces before the crowd as he gets more into the lecture, his hands talking with him.

Vanathys says, "An example of symbiotic grafting that is done with and without magic is apple and pear grafting. These fruit trees are closely aligned genetically, and as such, they have been successfully grafted onto shared rootstocks and harmonize quite well."

Vanathys says, "While symbiotic grafting is a slow process intended for long-term use, there are other methods that will return results quite quickly, albeit temporarily."

Rohese cocks her head at Vanathys.

Vanathys adds, "The first, and perhaps most common, is through elemental or spiritual infusion. This is most closely aligned to how the Farming Circles of magic work."

Vanathys asks, "Anyone here from an agricultural family?"

Speaking to Tikba, Vanathys says, "You will likely be familiar with some of this."

Vanathys nods at Rivienne.

Vanathys explains, "Those aligned with elemental or spiritual manas may induce temporary changes in plants by exposing them to controlled magical fields, typically in saturation."

Vanathys continues, "There are innumerable ways to do this, but in all cases, the magical energy must be gradually introduced in low doses to avoid a violent reaction from the plant's essence. After all, infusions rely on resonance harmonization with the plant's natural energy."

Vanathys holds up two fingers and slowly pinches them together until they are almost touching.

Vanathys says, "Slow and steady, as they say."

Vanathys evenly elaborates, "Individual practitioners will typically use a spell circle or a channeling apparatus aligned with their chosen element or spiritual frequency, alongside catalytic materials. Depending on the plant, the changes intended, and the plant's temperament, this can be a long and exhausting process, taking anywhere from minutes to hours."

Vanathys says, "In a larger farming setup, generally much of this becomes automated through the use of attuned crystals bound to the mana flows that give off a low, steady stream of energy to the plants."

(Rohese gives you a slight nod with a hopeful smile.)

Vanathys says, "The intended changes include accelerated growth, elemental or disease resistance, or sometimes even bioluminescence."

Vanathys says, "If you are into glowing plants, at least."

Vanathys notes, "This interaction does not restructure the plant's core essence, it is more of an overlay, so the effects are not enduring beyond the magical influence, and as such, not inheritable."

Vanathys continues, "Where symbiotic grafting and elemental or spiritual infusion are more flow magic, rune-grafting is a more rote form of flora manipulation."

Vanathys clears his throat.

Vanathys says, "Transitory in nature, this is most commonly completed on trees or shrubs, though it can be done on other types of plants if the surrounding soil is used or they have a taproot or some other larger structure to work on."

Vanathys adds, "Cacti are agreeable to this, for example."

Vanathys simply shares, "Though this is likely obvious, this method involves inscribing magical symbols or embedding enchanted runes into a plant's bark--or roots, or soil."

Vanathys emphatically says, "This can be used to great effect to enhance traits such as growth rate, environmental reactivity, or minor autonomous movement; essentially, you have turned the plant into a spellbook, so there are few limitations to what you can make it do, but it is far more specific and guided than in the prior, more naturally driven techniques."

Vanathys gives a sidelong glance at Oirisu.

Vanathys sheepishly admits, "The weeping willow at my estate once slapped anyone who lied nearby. Delightful at parties, really, though I can't say I enjoyed it when I was on the receiving end."

Oirisu appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Arbeia gawks at Vanathys.

Vanathys laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.

Missoni gazes in amusement at Vanathys.

Vanathys adds, "It was very, very sensitive to untruths."

Vanathys remarks, "But, eventually, and most fortunately, the bark grew over it."

Vanathys says, "This form of plant alteration must be constantly maintained, lest the plant outgrow them and the magic is lost."

Arbeia says, "Perhaps not use that on a cacti."

Arbeia says, "Being slapped by one would..."

Vanathys laughs!

Vanathys agrees with Arbeia.

Missoni glances over at Arbeia and winces.

Vanathys sweeps his gaze over the crowd, his demeanor becoming more serious.

Vanathys says, "The last two methods we'll discuss today are discussed purely in an intellectual capacity, as I do not suggest you ever use either of these techniques."

You glance at a rectangular slate board propped on an easel.

Missoni cocks her head.

Vanathys quietly inquires, "Have you ever seen a rose that grows from lichen and smells like grief?"

Vanathys grimly shares, "I have. Not by my hand, mind you, but it was a victim of transpositional binding."

Vanathys expounds, "Also known as sorcerous grafting, transpositional binding is an experimental method that utilizes minor planar rifts to graft traits between species or bind... external attributes."

Vanathys frowns.

Aubriella says, "That sounds dangerous."

Vanathys seriously warns, "The issue is that planar rifts do not ask permission. They do not ask for direction. They splice and scramble as they will. The results are... unpredictable and dangerous, albeit often memorable."

Rohese nods faintly.

Fleurs glances about with a look of concern on her face.

Vanathys says, "Transpositional binding typically results in spontaneous hybridization or unintended mutation. This is considered an extremely volatile practice."

Arbeia says, "Do not try this Missoni."

Rohese interestedly interjects, "I will actually be touching on that later."

Vanathys warningly adds, "It's also ethically questionable when involving unstable planes, which it often does."

Vanathys cautions, "Prolonged exposure to demonic valences may create hostile or predatory botanical forms. Most academic institutions severely restrict or completely ban this practice."

Arbeia quietly says, "A hostile cactus...."

Speaking to Arbeia, Missoni reassures, "I mostly only create planar rifts I can control."

Arbeia shudders.

Vanathys says, "On that serious note, the last method we'll discuss today seems most innocent and well-intentioned, perhaps particularly when juxtaposed with sorcerous grafting. However, it can be just as, if not at times more, controversial."

Vanathys warmly remarks, "Some botanists and other enthusiasts, usually those with soft hands and softer hearts, enjoy whispering, talking, singing, or praying to their plants."

Rohese softly giggles.

Vanathys evenly elaborates, "If intentionally driven by empathic projection or spiritual resonance, emotion can be imprinted into a plant. This is done through meditative or emotionally focused states to bond with the plant over prolonged and repeat periods of time."

Vanathys continues, "To condition the plant, the individual may then use a variety of techniques, including (but not limited to) aura synchronization, ritual verbalizations of stories or chanting, musical entrainment, or behavioral reinforcement."

Vanathys explains, "For example, a vine may learn to recoil from cruelty. A rose may be conditioned to bloom to music or laughter. It's gentler work."

Ionlas looks thoughtfully at Vanathys.

Vanathys grimly adds, "And sometimes, more dangerous."

Vanathys says, "You see, emotional or empathetic imprinting alters the plant's behavioral response matrix rather than its structure."

Vanathys paces slowly as he continues explaining.

Vanathys postulates, "This treads a fine line between adaptive behavior and... well, emergent cognition, straying precariously close to sentience and raising serious moral concerns."

Vanathys seriously reminds, "A flower that mourns when picked is not a success story."

Vanathys glances around the area.

Eruien nods slowly.

Lissaya shifts her weight.

Vanathys says, "On the note of altering structure and behaviors, let's briefly discuss inheritance."

Vanathys says, "Many ask, 'If I grow a luminous cabbage, will its seedlings grow?' The short answer is, no."

Vanathys chuckles.

Vanathys corrects, "Glow, even."

Vanathys amusedly adds, "The longer answer is still no, unless you are working ritualistically, repeatedly, and with enough time to convince the plant it was always that way."

Vanathys explains, "Generally speaking, a magical alteration is an overlay that exists atop the natural essence, not a genetic change."

Vanathys says, "Exceptions typically occur only with extensive, generational magical reinforcement."

Vanathys says, "Another exception is during major magical events. Think Maelshyve or Old Ta'Faendryl or Toullaire. Excessive exposure to high levels of magical energy will typically mutate any plants it does not kill, at an essential and genetic level, but this is not typically directed by an individual to obtain desired results."

Missoni adopts an agreeable expression.

Vanathys offhandedly theorizes, "The influx of energy at leylines could accelerate the acceptance of magical reinforcement, but this is still up for debate."

(Rohese perks up at the mention of leylines.)

Vanathys adds, "The inheritable effects of transpositional binding are still being studied by a highly regulated few, as the resulting plants are typically too unpredictable and dangerous to manage to breed."

Vanathys says, "...Minus the ones that repeatedly self-replicate at astonishing speed."

Vanathys says, "This brings us to the last topic--sentient flora and ethical concerns."

Vanathys jokes, "Let's be frank: If your azalea cries when you prune it, maybe don't."

Vanathys says, "Sentience in plants is rare, but not unheard of, particularly around high-energy regions near spiritual or elemental nexuses."

Missoni gazes in amusement at Vanathys.

Vanathys says, "Recognizable signs of sentience include reactive movement, vocalization, response to pain or praise, and memory-like behavior."

Vanathys jokingly says, "It may even scream at you or ask for a hug."

Vanathys glances at a yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake covered in star anises.

Vanathys emphasizes, "Ethically, the line is drawn at response to harm. A vine that recoils, whimpers, or heals itself is not merely alive--it's aware."

Vanathys pointedly repeats, "It's aware."

Vanathys instructs, "At this point, avoid forcing magical compliance--or what we often call sympathetic dominance. You should be treating cognitively responsive flora as living subjects with autonomy and potential rights."

Vanathys says, "That being said, I've provided the standard definitions for sentience as generally accepted in the botanical studies community. There are ethical debates even about that."

Vanathys gently notes, "Some believe all plants have a spirit or a soul, and as such, all could be considered sentient--essentially, not reacting as we expect to stimuli does not mean they are not having a response we cannot see or feel or hear. These people are generally opposed to magical alteration."

Vanathys carefully reminds, "In cultures where flora play religious or ancestral roles, this form of magic may be considered a sacrilege. As such, always consult local custom and spiritual doctrine before experimenting."

Vanathys warningly points out, "Finally, introducing awareness--whether you mean to or not--carries a moral responsibility."

Arbeia nods knowingly.

Lissaya wrinkles her nose.

Vanathys delicately reflects, "Is a flower that blooms only for praise truly bettered, or is it imprisoned by need?"

Vanathys raises an eyebrow.

Vanathys glances around the area.

Vanathys sincerely counsels, "Magical manipulation of plant life represents a delicate intersection of arcane methodology and natural order. It requires respect, restraint, and rigorous ethical consideration at all times."

Vanathys concludes, "Our role is not to dominate, but to collaborate with nature with both responsibility and humility."

Vanathys appreciatively says, "Thank you for your attention. I will now open the floor for questions."

Arbeia says, "What are your personal thoughts on...."

Arbeia asks, "The magical... root vegetables?"

Vanathys glances at a yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake covered in star anises.

Arbeia says, "Those odd little...singing ones."

Arbeia says, "No no."

Arbeia says, "Not the mandrakes."

Arbeia says, "The...potato."

Fleurs pets a budding sentient potato wearing a plush brown teddy bear costume.

Lissaya wrinkles her nose in distaste.

Vanathys says, "Oh, the potatoes..."

Arbeia nods at Vanathys.

Vanathys says, "I honestly have not studied them. I expect they are some form of transpositional binding that managed not to kill someone."

Vanathys says, "But, it is only an educated guess."

Vanathys asks, "Any other questions?"

Fleurs raises her hand.

Rohese raises her hand.

Fleurs asks, "Is the volatility of the plants in the Confluence due to the magical energy you speak of?"

Fleurs says, "Some of them can... explode... if mishandled."

Vanathys nods.

Fleurs nods understandingly.

Vanathys says, "Excessive exposure to high-levels of energy does multiple things to plants... If they are resilient enough not to expire, it tends to mutate them in violent ways."

Vanathys says, "They are more volatile, more resistant to damage or poor conditions..."

Vanathys says, "Exploding, poison, burning, rash-causing irritants... all more common."

Vanathys nods.

Arbeia shudders.

Vanathys says, "Particularly when, as mentioned with the elemental and spiritual infusion, it's not done slowly."

Yunni quietly murmurs, "Exploding?"

Vanathys says, "Saturation is possible but it needs to be gradual to avoid the reaction."

Fleurs says, "Oh, things shift in there all the time."

Fleurs nods in agreement.

Rohese wrinkles her nose.

Arbeia quietly says, "Exploding cacti..."

Speaking to Rohese, Vanathys asks, "Did you have a question?"

Speaking to Arbeia, Fleurs says, "Almost."

Rohese softly exclaims, "I do!"

Speaking softly to Vanathys, Rohese asks, "In the case of a grafting experiment that someone else is undertaking - where it is likely to take quite some time to complete - is it possible for another to take it over in their absence or would you recommend leaving that project to fend for itself - for want of a better term?"

Ibar whispers aloud, "As if i dont have to worry about exploding enough."

Speaking to Rohese, Vanathys says, "That's complicated and depends on your philosophical thought about the nature of plants on a more spiritual level."

Speaking quietly to Rohese, Feriae admits, "I've been watering it a bit when doing the rounds."

Arbeia fiddles with her mesquite case before lifting the latch and flipping the cover open.

Arbeia removes a diminutive camel-shaped topiary from in her mesquite case.

Speaking gratefully to Feriae, Rohese says, "Thank you."

Arbeia removes a pair of silver pruning shears from in her mesquite case.

Speaking to Rohese, Vanathys says, "I would say it's entirely possible, without issue, if you know what you are doing. However, there are many that think it would require some sort of spiritual bond with it, after it has been altered by another."

Arbeia prunes her topiary.

Arbeia smiles.

Speaking to Rohese, Vanathys says, "Also possible to take over, I would think, but you may need to do so more slowly, gently, and intentionally."

Rohese softly says, "I am inclined to tend it out of affection as it was - is - my husband's work."

Rohese softly says, "So with care then."

Speaking to Rohese, Vanathys says, "I would say that if the latter is true, then, that you are already a step ahead in the bond."

Fleurs says, "Watering seems quite gentle."

Vanathys asks, "Any other questions?"

Missoni raises her hand.

Eruien raises his hand.

Speaking appreciatively to Vanathys, Rohese says, "Thank you, I shall endeavour to live up to his intentions."

Speaking to Eruien, Vanathys says, "No."

Speaking to Missoni, Vanathys asks, "Yes, Missoni?"

Missoni gazes in amusement at Eruien.

Eruien laughs!

Oirisu surreptitiously glances at Eruien.

Missoni says, "You have mentioned that magical manipulation often has volatile effects, such as creating more poisonous specimens."

Speaking to Missoni, Vanathys says, "If done improperly, yes."

Oirisu whispers something to Eruien.

Speaking to Vanathys, Missoni asks, "Has such manipulation been used to make poisonous plants perhaps...safer?"

Speaking to Missoni, Vanathys says, "It absolutely has and can be done. Symbiotic grafting is a good way to handle it, but so is spiritual infusion."

Speaking to Missoni, you ask, "Would that be in pursuit of uncovering useful qualities that may be guarded beyond a perilous gate?"

Vanathys says, "It may be difficult to find a compatible symbiotic graft, but if you can find one that has natural properties that resist poison, it could be technically used to dampen rather than amplify the poisonous effects of the hybrid."

Speaking to you, Missoni says, "Yes, or even to address concerns in an ecosystem. If a monarch could eat something besides milkweed, perhaps such populations could be bolstered."

Vanathys says, "Otherwise, I would say you could use spiritual infusion to dampen them, but keep in mind that once the fruit or leaf or other structure is severed from the plant, it would likely lose that dampening effect."

Speaking to Missoni, Vanathys says, "However, it would work in that context."

Missoni nods thoughtfully at Vanathys.

You nod understandingly.

Aubriella says, "There are some berries and plants that naturally remove poison."

Speaking to Vanathys, Missoni asks, "That is quite fascinating. So once you plucked the berry from the magically altered plant, it would become poisonous again?"

Missoni says, "I suppose that does makes sense. The influence of the rune or other means of manipulation is gone."

Missoni leans forward and rests her chin in her hand, a thoughtful expression on her face.

Speaking to Missoni, Vanathys says, "It could. Though, there's a possibility if you start a continuous infusion from seeding, perhaps it would never formulate the poisonous aspects."

Missoni nods slowly.

Vanathys says, "I've never tried."

Vanathys says, "I probably will now."

Vanathys laughs!

Aubriella begins chuckling at Vanathys!

Speaking to Vanathys, Missoni exclaims, "I hope you will let us know how it goes!"

Vanathys says, "In truth, most of my work for Ta'Vaalor goes into building resistances for crop yields."

Speaking to Vanathys, Fleurs says, "It was nice knowing you."

Riend slowly empties her lungs.

Vanathys asks, "Any other questions, other than from Lord Lithavir?"

Arbeia begins chuckling at Vanathys!

Eruien says, "It was only mildly sarcastic."

Arbeia says, "Mildly."

Speaking softly to Eruien, Rohese commends, "Mildly is an improvement."

Vanathys says, "Excellent. If there are no other questions, I'll conclude so we have time to rest our brains before Rohese's upcoming lecture."
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===Verdant Symbiosis: Communion, Ritual and Reverence -- Lady Rohese Bayvel===
<pre{{log2}}>Rohese softly says, "Well, I've finished my tea so I don't have an excuse now."

Arbeia smiles at Rohese.

Rohese glances around the area.

Rohese softly greets, "Good afternoon, everyone!"

Yunni beams happily at Rohese!

Rohese folds her hands.

Rohese softly says, "In yesterday's lecture, we briefly explored how the sentience and survival of trees is interwoven with the lives of the smaller, often-overlooked flora and fauna that dwell in their leafy shade and furrowed bark."

Rohese softly says, "It would be remiss to speak of symbiosis and sentience within our forests without reflecting on our place in it..."

Rohese wrinkles her nose.

Rohese softly continues, "...how we also participate in the verdant orchestra of Elanthia."

Rohese softly remarks, "We are not merely observers of the wild, nor masters over it; we are collaborators, interpreters, and sometimes even supplicants."

Tikba looks thoughtfully at Rohese.

Rohese softly says, "Across Elanith, we have long cultivated bonds with the natural world; not only through stewardship, but through communion, ritual, and reverence."

Rohese softly says, "And it is this latter part that I wish to cover today."

Rohese brightly says, "Let us start close to home."

Rohese softly says, "Among the elves of Ta'Illistim, our relationship with trees is one of careful observation and scholarly deference."

Rohese softly informs, "We tend to view the world as a great library and trees are some of the books whereby we may read and see the traits attributed to the Arkati: their supposed power, wisdom, goodness, and malevolence."

Rohese softly adds, "For as trees are books, so likewise in the same sense they have a voice and speak plainly to us and teach us if we are willing to listen."

Rohese softly elaborates, "During our Udienaeun, we consult the language of leaf, bark and branch as we might consult a library, for trees have long memories, and their patterns of growth and flowering can reveal more than soil or season."

Rohese softly says, "Some among the Loremasters - particularly the palaeoreaders - practice dendromancy, the art of divination by the reading of bark fissures that are said to predict cycles of unrest or renewal."

Rohese softly says, "The glowbark tree in the Veythorne Manor grounds, beloved to me and woven deeply into my own work, has become both muse and oracle."

Rohese reaches out with a complex gesture and activates the panel of her agara-fae wristlet. Silvery white will-o'-wisps suddenly appear and dance in the air before coalescing and shifting into a majestic glowbark tree illusion.

Rohese purses her mouth, pondering a majestic glowbark tree illusion. The expression on her face speaks volumes.

Rohese softly says, "Its luminous canopy pulses brighter during times of emotional or magical turbulence, leading some to believe it responds to more than just moonlight."

Rohese softly says, "In Ta'Nalfein, the elves there, who are more attuned to cultivation and refinement, have preserved a courtly tradition of floromancy, using the arrangement, colour, and bloom-time of flowers for both communication and prediction."

Gilenir nods once.

Rohese softly says, "A blossom out of season is viewed as a subtle portent, while the emergence of a second bloom on a fading vine may be taken as a sign of renewal or resurgence."

Vanathys gives a sidelong glance at Oirisu.

Rohese smiles at Oirisu.

Speaking softly to Oirisu, Rohese says, "Perhaps you might share more on that some time."

Vanathys smiles quietly to himself.

Rohese softly says, "Nalfein terraced gardens are planted not just for aesthetic or alchemical use, but with patterns intended to resonate with prophetic dreams."

Oirisu nods briefly at Rohese.

Rohese softly says, "Their diviners often sleep in glass arboreta to receive such visions more clearly, surrounded by carefully curated flora."

Rohese softly says, "And it comes as no surprise that flora figures significantly in their Black Rose Decks."

Rohese removes a vine-edged hunter green deck painted with a black rose from in her linden case.

Ionlas murmurs, "Interesting."

Pulling the first card of the deck, Rohese slowly turns it over and presents it for all to see. The decorative placard has a tangled vine border sporting black tea roses, while the center colorfully displays the image of a pale dark yellow daffodil crown upon a long green stalk. After a brief moment, she carefully adds it to the bottom of her deck.

Rohese smiles.

Stassy says, "That sounds amazing."

Pulling the first card of the deck, Rohese slowly turns it over and presents it for all to see. The decorative placard has a tangled vine border sporting black tea roses, while the center colorfully displays the image of a delicate violet surrounded by wide leaves. After a brief moment, she carefully adds it to the bottom of her deck.

Rohese put a vine-edged hunter green deck painted with a black rose in her linden case.

Rohese softly says, "In contrast, the Ardenai elves of the Darkling Wood preserve a raw, ancient form of plant symbiosis, often centred around the deep groves of their homeland, as well as their more widely known custom of floral symbolism."

Rohese surreptitiously glances at Yunni.

Rohese softly says, "To them, all things speak, given the correct stillness to listen."

Rohese softly points out, "As well as Wind-sight - the simple release of natural debris and subsequent interpretation of its fall - they also practice rhyllomancy, an oral tradition of interpreting the creaks, groans, and leaf-fall of ancient trees."

Ibar surreptitiously glances at Yunni.

Rohese snaps out her hand with a complex gesture. An ethereal illusion of a sun-dappled forest glade appears above the palm of her hand, wavers briefly, and vanishes.

Rohese softly says, "Certain practitioners are known to sit unmoving beneath the same tree for days, awaiting the forest's reply to questions unspoken."

Rohese softly repeats, "Days!"

Rohese softly says, "Sylvans embody a more intuitive communion."

Rohese softly says, "Their seers listen to the rustle of wind through leaves or the cadence of falling pinecones."

Rohese softly says, "Some practice aeromancy by interpreting the spiral of windblown petals or the song of migratory birds overhead."

Rohese softly says, "I have been privileged to witness them drawing fate-lines in the dew of morning leaves and reading droplets like the starstones of the Burghal Gnomes spread upon a table."

Rohese softly says, "And we must not forget the Forest Gnomes, whose bond with the wild is as practical as it is magical."

Rohese softly continues, "They turn to lichenomancy or the "ohoc nuu," divining outcomes by the shape and spread of lichen on stones and fallen logs."

Rohese softly says, "The Inyexat, on the other hand, have perfected myco- and sporemancy, interpreting the growth patterns of fungi clusters or the colour of mycelial threads in the soil."

Rivienne smiles.

Rohese softly says, "It is said that some gnomes divine safe routes through the forest not with map or compass, but by watching how certain mosses curl when touched at dawn."

Rohese interestedly says, "Their bond with insects too is woven into their augury: a swarm's movement across a stump, or a single beetle pausing atop a seed, may mean more to a gnome than a hundred words."

Rohese wrinkles her nose.

Rohese softly says, "Together, these traditions form a kind of collective wisdom, diverse in method, united in intent."

Rohese softly says, "They remind us that nature is not passive matter, but a partner."

You nod slowly.

Rohese softly says, "It offers signs, patterns, and omens for those with the patience to perceive them."

Rohese softly says, "To read a tree's leaf is not so different from reading a rune."

Rohese smiles quietly to herself.

Rohese softly says, "To sit in close proximity to a Mother Tree in silence is to place one's trust in the world's older rhythms."

Rohese softly says, "Beyond their role in divination, the plants of Elanthia also offer us gifts more immediate and tangible..."

Rohese softly says, "...their virtues of healing, restoration, and gentle remedy."

Rohese softly says, "Long before empaths mastered the binding of flesh or bones, the forest offered poultices, tinctures, and infusions to soothe both the body, mind, and spirit."

Rohese softly says, "Though spell casting may offer swift cures, many still turn to herbal alchemy for its subtle touch and natural rhythm."

Rohese softly notes, "Basal moss, for example, grows on the bark of deciduous trees and can repair minor bruising, cuts and scrapes to the eyes and torso."

Missoni smiles.

Rohese softly says, "And red lichen, a symbiotic combination of algae and fungus, is often found crawling along the bark of fir trees."

Rohese softly informs, "When brewed as an infusion, it is a good cure for minor nerve damage."

Rohese softly says, "Magic breathes through stone, metal ore, and plant alike and our relationship to the natural world is never neutral."

Rohese softly says, "We are guests, yes, but also kin."

Rohese softly opines, "The trees may outlive us, but they remember our kindness or our neglect."

Rohese nods faintly.

Rohese reluctantly admits, "Though it is in my nature to dwell on harmony, beauty, and connection, I must turn now, however briefly, to the shadows that gather when such kinship is forgotten."

Arbeia raises an eyebrow in Rohese's direction.

You cock your head.

Rohese softly says, "Some ancient forests still bear the scars of war or over-zealous timber production."

Rohese softly laments, "The once-thriving groves beyond Talador's borders were reduced to nothing - not by axe, but by unchecked ambition and reckless magic."

Tikba nods somberly at Rohese.

Yunni winces.

Rohese sadly remarks, "I have wandered their ashen grey mounds, and I did not hear birdsong."

Arbeia reaches out and touches her silver locket.

Rohese tightly says, "There are also some that seek to twist nature by cross-breeding plants and other materials via mundane methods or chaotic magical tempering."

Rohese softly reminds, "Lord Ravistel touched on this earlier in his fascinating lecture."

(Rohese nods in acknowledgement to Vanathys.)

Aubriella glances at Vanathys.

Rohese disgustedly says, "Mutated weeping willows and thew bark trees, like the monstrosities in Goblyn's so-called garden, do not belong in this world."

Vanathys nods at Rohese.

Rohese softly says, "There are also those who walk blindly or boldly across hallowed ground."

Rohese snaps out her hand with a complex gesture. A stately lasimor tree illusion appears above the palm of her hand, wavers briefly, and vanishes.

Rohese thoughtfully says, "How many give thought to the rare and towering lasimor - with its deep and spiritual resonance - as they head through the forest to the Mistwatch shore."

Rohese softly points out, "The tree is a living embodiment of sacred geometry."

Rohese softly elaborates, "Its trunk, formed from the entwining of at least three distinct saplings, reflects the principle of unity through multiplicity; a triadic form resonant with Elanthia's most ancient magical symbology."

Rohese softly says, "The intertwining pattern of its growth and the spiral alignment of its bark is believed to align with ley energy."

Vanathys nods slightly.

Rohese softly discloses, "The largest recorded lasimor, formed from seven interwoven trunks, is considered to be a sacred expression of the septenary; symbolizing wholeness, harmony, and elven superiority."

Eruien looks thoughtfully at Rohese.

Rohese softly reminds, "There were originally seven Elven Houses."

Rohese softly notes, "And seven colossal modwir trees in Yuriqen."

Rohese softly says, "But not all harm is wrought from malice."

Rohese smiles.

Rohese softly says, "More often, it is the footfall that does not pause to listen, the flame lit for convenience without thought for what lies nearby."

Rohese softly assures, "Yet, in naming these things, I do not seek to scold but to remind."

Rohese softly says, "For if we are capable of harming, we are equally capable of healing."

Rohese warmly recalls, "Just ask the Greengair Gnomes of the Yasrenila Compound in Ta'Vaalor."

Rohese softly says, "So let us choose reverence, and in so doing, become part of the same sacred pattern that threads through lichen, moss, flower, insect, and root."

Rohese softly concludes, "May we listen. May we learn. And may we always return to leaf shade with humility."

Rohese clasps her hands in a reverent gesture.

Rohese softly murmurs, "Thank you."

Missoni applauds Rohese warmly.

Gilenir applauds Rohese warmly.

Rohese nods appreciatively.

Rivienne applauds.

Rohese relievedly says, "And now I need more tea."

Rohese lets out a sigh of relief.

Speaking excitedly to Rohese, Gilenir exclaims, "That was wonderful, thank you!"

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===Lost Arts: Healing Secrets of Ardenai Folklore -- Lady Elaejia Silithyr===
<pre{{log2}}>You see Lady Elaejia Silithyr Loenthra the Benefactress.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is perfectly postured and has a muscled, but soft physique. She appears to be of indeterminate age. She has subtly tilted cobalt-violet eyes and waxen-looking, pale skin. She has very long, silky caramel-brushed blonde hair woven in a labyrinthine spiral braid, the length faintly illuminated by a series of viridian arathiel rings. She has a pair of horn-rimmed eyeglasses perched upon her nose and a noticeably drawn face. Faint shadows haunt the hollows of her eyes. She has a thin-boned, gracefully angular countenance, tapering to a softly pointed chin.
She has a band of silver-inked sigils on her wrist.
Umbral darkness writhes from her fingertips, a stain on her skin that seeps down from her knuckles and drifts languidly into the air from the ends of her pointed nails.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a braided golvern necklace suspending a starburst of bronze-rayed emerald, a shoulder-caught hunter green wool cape, a ring-bound trio of sepia leather straps over a garnet maedatha blouse, a slim band of vaalin-cradled aragless glinting from the left ring finger, some long-cut wool trousers dyed in dark tones, and some sepia leather boots fitted with gilt toe-caps.

You lightly say, "I don't believe I shall wait the customary few moments, it seems most of our attendees have made their way back already."

Teveriel unfolds his chair and carefully places the chair on the ground.

Settling himself onto an arboreal lasimor armchair sculptured from tangled branches, Teveriel leans back, cradled beneath a lifelike canopy of carved leaves.

You take a deep breath.

You evenly introduce, "Good afternoon scholars. For those who do not know me, I am Elaejia Silithyr Loenthra. Among other things, I have been researching the intersection between botany, mana foci, and ancient wisdom for the past four years."

You fold your hands behind your back, waiting patiently.

You continue, "I have previously had the honor of presenting some of my findings, such as those from the Broken Lands, and those from the folklore of Ta'Nalfein. Since then, I have continued my investigations and lately turned my attention most recently into folk remedies."

You say, "As we all know, botanical remedies are daily shown to be imbued with remarkable power to heal the body of even the most profound physical trauma. One need only show some patience, and most injuries can be healed completely with a combination of well-understood and readily available herbs."

You nod appreciatively at Rohese.

You affectedly say, "However, there remain other afflictions--" she pauses for three heartbeats, then resumes stiffly, "Other afflictions that defy our understanding. Limbs that refuse to regrow, eyes that remain clouded, exhaustion that resists all recuperation, even spirits sapped by some implacable force."

You close your eyes for a moment.

You say, "It is in this area that I have lately focused my efforts in looking for forgotten understandings hidden in folklore, and having made some strides, I will share my initial findings today. It is my hope that the seeds of inspiration for further research will quicken in others' hands, hastening any discoveries that await."

Missoni furrows her brow.

Rohese looks at you with concern.

You tilt your head up.

You say, "I have broken my notes on Ta'Ardenai's remedies into three parts. First order insights, those which are easily discerned from common tales and knowledge, point to flora useful in many applications. This knowledge tends to be presented straightforwardly, uncomplicatedly--"

You gently brush your caramel-brushed blonde hair away from your eyes and, with a deft twist of your wrist, tuck it back into its bindings.

You rattle off, "Thilban, a variety of thistle long admired by herbwives for its resiliency, is beneficial to the stomach and liver. Acipha bark, useful for minor aches and pains. Pixiebell berries, a mild soporific."

You continue, "Imiren toadstools, which feature heavily in fairy-ring tales, and thuja, indispensible to the druidic ceremonies of the northern Ardenai. Toxic larkspur, mentioned in a well-known Ardenai legend of Zelia dancing upon a hillside, is known to brighten the spirits in tiny doses."

You smile at Yunni.

You say, "For second order insights, we must be more discerning. These are sometimes mentioned in some tales alongside other obfuscating factors, clouding their uses but still leading one to look closer at possibilities. Or they may be called by unfamiliar names, or even warned away from as poisonous. Some examples include red wormwood, chaga fungus, roseroot and witchwood."

>l on work
On the haon-framed worktable:
Misc [3]: a twine-bound laboratory notebook, a sheaf of hastily scribbled notes, a haphazard array of half-filled vials and jars
Total items: 3

You reach out and touch a haphazard array of half-filled vials and jars on a haon-framed worktable.

Rohese nods slowly.

You briskly expound, "Therefore, modern herbalists have already deduced many of their uses which range from red wormwood expelling parasites, to chaga tea reducing swelling, to roseroot - a distinct plant unrelated to roses - combating fatigue and improving endurance," she appears ready to move on, but a distracted look crosses her features and she adds with a shake of her head, "...And witchwood berries -- quite toxic, but with proper preparation can be used medicinally."

Missoni gazes thoughtfully at a haphazard array of half-filled vials and jars on a haon-framed worktable.

Riend settles her gaze on you, watching you intently.

You bite your lip.

You nod.

You say, "Additional forms of second order insights found in some tales include particular modes of preparation or admixture, such as those highlighting the potency differences between tisanes and potions."

You note, "Look for examples there to the remedies common to Pinefar."

You say, "So, the method of gleaning clues thus established, it is onward to seek third order insights that we head, to those that lie hidden in seemingly irrelevant asides and digressions, or those that lead the mind in wholly new directions."

You remove a smooth ebon leather portfolio edged in copper from in your glossy leather satchel.

You carefully remove your white transcript from one of the sleeves in your leather portfolio.

You put an oversized white transcript on a haon-framed worktable.

You put a smooth ebon leather portfolio edged in copper in your glossy leather satchel.

Gilenir looks thoughtfully at you.

You inform, "The farthest reaches of Ta'Ardenai present the very earliest known beginnings of civilization on Elanith. It is an area of the world called first home by other cultures as well - some Kindred clans, Truefolk tribes, and others - and the interplay between them has not always been peaceful. Fraught history has resulted in folklore from diverse perspectives combining and changing in complex ways, making the distillation of knowledge into useful connections challenging."

>read trans

In the Common language, it reads:

The Wayfaring Tree

Think on the days of your grandsire's long-gone beginnings,
And on the time when his grandsire hunted the forest.
Autumn had come, and the leaves had begun their withering;
There rose a hunter named Maelen, keen-eyed and steady.
He would impress the new court at the Winter Crossing Springs,
Bringing them pelts of the finest and silkiest feeling.

Words of his grandsire still echoed beneath his memory:
"Though you may wander and never find road or return-way,
If you have brought your luck the Wayfaring tree will guide you,
Look for its silver-backed leaves, and be found in its shadow."
Hand to his pocket he reached and he touched the small token,
Felt the soft weight of his luck, and stepped into the forest.

Dralys'Vaen welcomed him, old with its breath full of secrets.
Three leagues he traveled the first night, through hush and twilight,
Set down a snare, then lay under the low-hanging cedar,
Closed his eyes slowly and drifted to deepening slumber.
Dreams came to Maelen: a hand on his shoulder with power,
Guiding him onward or warning of what lay before him.

Morning had broken - a hare in his snare lay waiting.
Still he walked deeper, his hunger not yet diminished.
Six leagues he strode on the second day into the shadow.
Found him a rowan with skirts drooping low over mosses,
There set a snare, and soon slept in darkling silence.

Voices whispered in his dreams, though their meanings eluded.
Morning had come, and a fat little polecat was captured
Still he pressed onward, the call of the hunt still upon him.
Nine leagues behind him, the third dusk closed in with silence.
Juniper trees rose around him, with branches like curtain,
Blue-grey and heavy; he slept in their fragrant enclosure.

This time he dreamt of a flame, barely burning but holding,
Fending off fingers of frost reaching in from the blackness.
Woke he at dawn, and his snare was in tatters and ruined;
All of the needles had dropped from the juniper's branches.
Fear now gripped him fast. He turned, but could find no direction.

Chill in the air, and a dampness that sank in his sinews,
And too his strength now was fading. Eyes closed, he touched his small token.
"Luck," he cried out, "bring me home through the forest unending!
Guide me once more to the tree with its silver-leaf branches -
Wayfaring Tree, may your blessing yet shine on my footsteps!"

Then, from the juniper rose a bird clothed in color
Feathers like feylight and skyfire in endless commotion.
Maelen gave chase, for he knew it was drawn from his fortune,
Led through the wood, to the tree with the silver-backed foliage,
Crimson its berries and rooted in ancient remembrance.
There at its base lay the trail that he knew from his youth.
Quickly he followed it, rushing back through the dark wood.

Nine leagues he walked to return to the rowan's enclosure.
There heard he whispers, now clear in the voice of the forest:
"Free now the polecat you slew for your pride and ambition."
He set it loose, and it blinked and then darted to shadow.
Coldness withdrew, like a mist burned away by the morning.

Back to the Wayfaring Tree did he run without resting.
Three leagues he walked and arrived at the cedar of dreaming.
Now felt the hand on his shoulder again, gently urging:
"Free now the hare that you smothered, and walk without burden."
He set it down, and it waked, fleeing to the hush of the forest.
All of the cold that had clung to his body was lifted.

Back to the silver'd tree one last time, lighting the path home;
Three final leagues, and there! His house in the distance,
He had no trophies nor prize in his hand for the nobles -
Only his luck, and the memory pressed hard in his soul.

You say, "One such legendary connection is to a large shrub known as a Wayfaring Tree, known less poetically as viburnum. Some more prosaic tales of the Wayfaring Tree say it leads one to treasure, or to the heart's desire. Still other superstitions say they lead departed spirits from Geldliran onward to their destination."

Elaejia smiles slightly.

You aver, "This legend," she pauses with a glance toward the transcript, "Hails from the Ardenai who call the area around the Vernal Court their home, where the Darkling Wood meets the steppe. With the Darkling Wood forming one border and the frozen wastes another, the unforgiving landscape inspires thoughts of darkness, fear, and ill-omen in many of its tales."

Rohese leans forward.

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at an oversized white transcript on a haon-framed worktable.

You say, "It does make mention of several common tree species, though we currently know of few medicinal properties of note. However, these trees - cedar, rowan, juniper - they have long-held associations that are indeed featured here. The towering cedar embodies strength, the rowan guards ancient mysteries, and the juniper is a powerful symbol of protection."

You fold your hands behind your back, waiting patiently.

You interestedly say, "Additionally, I draw your attention to to notion that the Wayfaring Tree apparently leads the hunter either backward through time, or else has the power to restore life to his catch. For its toll, it strips him of all his prizes, and when he returns home, he is left largely as he began, though perhaps a little wiser," she pauses with a long look around at those gathered. "A powerful ability indeed to find oneself at the mercy of."

Yunni nods slowly.

You say, "Let us take another moment to consider the themes present: Ambition and pride. Dreams and talismans. Protective nature versus malevolent spirits. The warping of time. Sacrifice and rebirth. Circularity - traveling far but ending up where you started."

(Elaejia taps a pointed fingernail on the desk after each listed item.)

You lecture, "Of the mentions I found, I believe this titular tale speaks to a unique connection and indeed opportunity in the Darkling Wood. A place where the flora may well occasionally be empowered to truly embody the associations they still carry to this day."

You say, "It may not be through some concrete link from a specific flower or tree noted in a certain tale, but simply an openness to the ideas and links that underlie these stories. That these oldest places still maintain that connection to the numinous that the ancients observed, and through our connection to those places, we may yet still grasp the link."

You animatedly say, "All these powerful forces captured in one simple tale. They speak to something more at play - in this place," she stops, apparently gathering her thoughts for a moment, "We heard from Lady Bayvel about the interconnectedness of all things, and from Lady Mandaire yesterday on the importance of the timing and mode of harvesting when gathering ingredients for alchemical preparation."

You remind, "We also know that place has a known impact on the power and usefulness of remedies we gather even today for modern alchemists. It seems evident to me that a place with such a deep and powerful connection to us, one with primal powers we left behind in stories and legends amid our rush to expansion and conquest, should still remember and see us with the same clement regard as the Wayfaring Tree."

You forcefully say, "All legends start somewhere and though the passage of time might obscure their beginnings, I am confident that scholarship and experimentation can uncover and tap into the wisdom of the ancients."

You slowly and deliberately empty your filled lungs.

You incline your head.

You politely say, "I thank you for your kind attention."

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===Botanical Forms and Geometry in Glasswork -- Bathcwyn Missoni Sabretache Faendryl===
<pre{{log2}}>Missoni warmly introduces, "Fair afternoon everyone, and thank you for continuing to join us on what has been an enlightening series of presentations. I am Bathcwyn Missoni Sabretache Faendryl."

Missoni continues, "We have been fortunate to have this space opened to us, to learn of the intricate relationships of trees, to understand the cultural significance of blossoms, to be transported to the beauty of night gardens, to contemplate the meeting of magic and botany, and to learn of connections between folklore and place."

Yunni turns an inquisitive ear toward Missoni.

(Missoni meanders about the gallery for a moment, brushing fingertips along the moss-covered forms.)

Missoni says, "And so, this afternoon I will further examine botanical forms, the geometry that builds them, and their use by glassworkers in sculpture and wearable art."

Missoni remarks, "To create botanical forms in glass is a challenge. Though a natural material in and of itself, the types of glass we are familiar with have their own geometry. To try to make glass go against its own nature is, at times, to become frustrated, and to see our work shatter."

Teveriel gazes with interest at Missoni.

Missoni says, "However, jagged edges can be smoothed petal-like by the sea and fragments can splinter like tree bark, if only we have the patience and understanding to draw these shapes forth."

Missoni states, "Recognizing the basic shapes that appear so often as we traverse gardens and woods is an essential starting point for replicating them in any medium. To that end, we will focus on several planar forms that repeat often in these settings."

Rohese nods enthusiastically at Missoni!

Missoni says, "At times, a tangle of vines or a ravel of mycelium might seem chaotic, but an examination of planar--or two-dimensional--geometry shows repeated shapes in that chaos. To borrow a metaphor from Lady Bayvel's talk yesterday, it is these common melodies that allow us to make sense of the greater symphony."

Missoni nods appreciatively at Rohese.

Missoni curiously asks, "Would anyone like to mention a few shapes they often see repeated in botanical specimens?"

Missoni glances appraisingly around the area.

Oirisu helpfully asks, "Spirals?"

Speaking softly to Missoni, Rohese says, "It would be cheating for me to offer one."

Tikba suggests, "Spirals?"

Missoni nods enthusiastically!

Missoni cheerfully says, "Yes, spirals are one such shape, and we will be discussing those."

Missoni says, "But to being a bit more simply, one of the most recognizable forms in planar geometry. The circle."

Missoni says, "Begin, rather."

Missoni gazes in amusement at Giogionni.

Missoni reaches out and touches a branch-crafted easel.

Missoni says, "We see roundness in the centers of many flowers, in seed pods and fruit, and even in some mushrooms, but where I find this shape to be exceptionally fascinating is in its imperfect form."

(Missoni steps toward the branch-crafted easel, her fingertip tracing the bumpy lines that make up the cross section of tree trunk upon the canvas set within its arms.)

Missoni brushes her fingers lightly against a glass and vaalorn-bound painting accented with jade vines on a branch-crafted easel.

Missoni remarks, "Tree rings tell the biography of a specimen, but also a story of the wider environment. From them, we can learn when a winter was particularly cold or a summer especially dry. That they are sometimes inconsistent in their width and shape is telling; every aberration has a meaning."

>l paint
Defined lines of blank ink form a detailed cross section of a tree trunk. The bark, rings, and heartwood have all been labeled with precision. Next to the cross section, a lor tree is painted in silvery watercolor. The larger specimen includes vert leaves and a complex root system.
In the Common language, it reads:
"Study of the Lor" -- by Missoni Sabretache

Rohese nods in agreement at Missoni.

Missoni takes a few steps toward a moss-covered table.

Missoni says, "Similarly recognizable, triangular shapes appear nearly everywhere. We can see its form in flora such as the trillium, so named for its triad of leaves that together form a triangular outline."

Missoni brushes her fingers lightly against a velvety dark red trillium on a moss-covered table.

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at a velvety dark red trillium on a moss-covered table.

On the moss-covered table:
Forageables [4]: a blood orange, a spiraled rainbow-striped mushroom, a fiddlehead fern, a gold-flecked velvety red sunflower
Clothing [1]: a velvety dark red trillium
Special [1]: a lace-wrapped bouquet of peach-frilled lavender tulips

Missoni says, "The lily and tulip," she pauses to gently fold back one of the tulip's petals on the table, "prior to opening, arrange themselves around a triform stigma."

Missoni surreptitiously glances at a yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake covered in star anises.

Missoni murmurs, "Come here a moment, Sprout."

Stretching her arms up at Missoni and tilting her head back, the mandrake displays toddler-like excitement at being scooped up and silently giggles.

A yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake covered in star anises suddenly grabs Missoni's hand and inspects it with deep interest. She turns her hand over, looking at the back, between the fingers, and then finally back at the palm. She places her own hand in Missoni's and then looks up at her with both wonder and confusion.

Missoni says, "And finally, many seed pods, such as the grape hyacinth and star anise," she prods the seed pods on the mandrake, causing the little plant to giggle, "display triangular forms."

Missoni lowers the mandrake to the ground, causing her to wiggle her root-haired toes and to squirm as she places herself on the ground. The moment her feet hit the ground, she teeters as if she may fall over but manages to maintain her footing and throws her arms in the air in obvious excitement.

Missoni nods appreciatively to a yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake covered in star anises.

Missoni says, "Still, more complex geometry also abounds. What appears as the circular center of the sunflower, when taken from a closer perspective, is a fractal."

Missoni brushes her fingers lightly against a gold-flecked velvety red sunflower on a moss-covered table.

(Missoni holds up the sunflower a moment, tracing the tiny florets filling its center.)

Missoni says, "As you can see, each part of the pattern, splaying out from the flower's center, is a minute part of the whole. Looking even more closely under magnification would reveal the exact same pattern, rendered even smaller."

Speaking to Rohese, Missoni says, "And as we have seen from your maps, the same patterns are repeated yet larger."

Missoni notes, "These are patterns also often seen to occur naturally in Tehir lightning glass, or zhiqietz, which makes it excellent for rendering flora."

Missoni removes a bifurcated zhiqietz fractal from in the iriswood trunk placed alongside her.

Missoni tilts her zhiqietz fractal side to side, making the light play off it.

Rohese raises an eyebrow.

Missoni says, "Recognition of such patterns, and even an understanding of their mathematical underpinnings, can help the artisan render more lifelike forms. And, of course, as artists we know that with such understanding comes and ability to bend such rules, creating the sort of organic chaos one expects from nature."

Missoni put a bifurcated zhiqietz fractal in the iriswood trunk placed alongside her.

Missoni removes a fiddlehead fern from on a moss-covered table.

Missoni carefully states, "0, 1, 1, 2," she lightly runs a fingertip around the curly end of the frond, "3, 5, 8, 13, 21."

Rohese's silver-lashed misty grey eyes suddenly grow round and wide.

Missoni explains, "The golden ratio spiral is often found in nature, and can be identified mathematically by a growth rate of one point six one eight for every quarter turn of the spiral."

Rohese softly exclaims, "I know this!"

Rohese softly murmurs, "Thank you Magister."

Rohese places a hand over her heart.

You gaze in amusement at Rohese.

Missoni murmurs, "It is helpful to know a Magister."

Rohese nods in agreement at Missoni.

Tikba gazes in amusement at her surroundings.

Missoni says, "In botanicals, we see this spiral on the tops of ferns." She pauses to hold up the fiddlehead frond, drawing attention to its curled top. "And also in markings such as those found on this mushroom native to Naidem."

Missoni taps a spiraled rainbow-striped mushroom on a moss-covered table.

Missoni put a fiddlehead fern on a moss-covered table.

Missoni takes a few steps to her left.

Missoni muses, "How, then, does one replicate these form in a rigid medium? How can glass, so fragile, be as willowy as the stalk, as soft as the petal?"

(Missoni takes a few steps toward the chart, drawing attention to a section depicting several long strands of glass.)

Rohese gazes with interest at a densely inked chart of glassworking techniques propped on a burnt velvet ribbon-wrapped easel.

Missoni explains, "A technique called pulling cane is one that can be used toward this purpose. Long rods of glass are heated and stretched. Different colors and widths can then be placed next to each other in the piece while the material is still malleable, creating curves and striations."

(Missoni points to a sketch of an arboriform clock another segment of the chart as she explains, "In this example, which you can see if you visit the Twilight Gallery, pulled cane is used to create the twisting ridges of bark on this sculptural timepiece.")

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at a densely inked chart of glassworking techniques propped on a burnt velvet ribbon-wrapped easel.

Missoni says, "I have also used it in my cuff to create the tangled forms of the dirge vaon."

Missoni brushes her fingers lightly against her dirge-vaon cuff.

You look closely at Missoni, examining a multitudinous vaelfyren dirge-vaon climbing the forearm in a raveled cuff. You can tell nothing else about it from here.

Missoni says, "Certain types of glass are, of course, more suited to particular shapes. Pane glass, such a skyglass, works well when employed in the angular forms of leaves, as does vaelfyren, which can readily be molded to a form."

Missoni takes a few steps toward a lor scaffold displaying a trio of mountain chickadees amid vaelfyren foliage.

Missoni nods to a lor scaffold displaying a trio of mountain chickadees amid vaelfyren foliage.

Missoni says, "I have noted, in my travels, a tendency toward such wearable and sculptural pieces of glass in natural forms. I believe glass can be an effective means of preserving and displaying that which we love about nature. Similarly, glass can enhance a garden by adding elements of light, color, and depth to the landscape."

Oirisu takes a moment to observe a lor scaffold displaying a trio of mountain chickadees amid vaelfyren foliage.

Missoni notes, "If you have visited the Yasrenila Compound near Ta'Vaalor, there are several sculptural glass pieces on display that demonstrate this practice."

Missoni says, "Likewise, in New Ta'Faendyl, our household gardens of course tend to include plants native to the Southron Wastes. Succulents, scrub bushes, flowering cacti and the like. We call these collections of native plants sand gardens, or erya'ortus."

Missoni notes, "Some translate this to waste gardens, but that sounds rather...unpleasant."

Missoni grins sheepishly.

Missoni remarks, "However, many households commission or purchase pieces of colorful vaelfyren to add hue and height to the more traditional garden, leading to a trend we call vael'ortus, or glass gardens."

Missoni says, "Faendryl aesthetic philosophy has been long divided on issues of practicality versus beauty for its own sake, and so many households incorporate glass pieces in botanical forms that have other uses, such as lighting a path at night or providing additional irrigation."

You cock your head.

Missoni amusedly says, "But the debate on form and function in our philosophical schools is best saved for another time."

Rohese softly remarks, "How pretty."

Missoni says, "For now, I leave you with a hope that you will examine the shape of things more closely. Take in the splendor of a garden from afar, of course, in all its color and movement, but do not neglect the angles of a single stamen or the arrangement of a seed pod."

Missoni concludes, "These repeating motifs can speak wonders to the artist who wishes to create. Thank you."

Missoni performs a bow characteristic of those from Solhaven.

Rohese applauds Missoni warmly.

Teveriel applauds Missoni.

Gilenir applauds Missoni.

Missoni flushes slightly, some color reaching her cheeks.

Speaking softly to Missoni, Rohese gushes, "Wonderful!"

Missoni cheerfully asks, "Does anyone have any questions?"

Speaking curiously to Missoni, Oirisu asks, "When will you be sending me your designs?"

Missoni flashes a quick grin at Oirisu.

Speaking happily to Oirisu, Missoni says, "Whenever you wish."

Speaking to Missoni, Aubriella asks, "Which is your favorite type of glass to work with?"

Rohese softly corrects, "When will you be sending us all your designs!"

Rivienne asks, "Yes, do you take commissions?"

You note, "The Arboretum does have an art display that might someday be in want of a new exhibition."

Speaking to Rivienne, Missoni says, "Of course."

Speaking to Missoni, Aubriella says, "Oh, of course."

Speaking softly to Missoni, Rohese asks, "No baleglass?"

Speaking to Rohese, Missoni says, "They are the same. Baleglass is simply the Common name."

Rohese sheepishly says, "Oh of course, silly me."

Turning her gaze downward, Rohese comically stares at her nose.

Rohese sticks out her tongue.

Missoni says, "I should dearly like to learn more about how arathiel is created, but it is so closely guarded."

Stassy says, "It is so pretty, with the flame."

Missoni amusedly says, "I keep hoping for my invitation."

Speaking softly to Missoni, Rohese exclaims, "Soon, I'm sure!"

Rivienne says, "I'll try to pull some strings."

Rohese gazes in amusement at Rivienne.

Missoni uses her pinky to scratch at a spot near her left temple. She sighs as several coils of rainbow ombre hair fall out from her normal hairstyle. She quickly brushes her fingers through her hair and puts everything back in place.

You wryly say, "It's a close secret even from other artists in Loenthra, I would like to know it as well."

Rivienne agrees with you.

Lissaya nods in agreement.

Rohese softly says, "I'll just stand in awe of the glassworkers talents and pay handsomely for their creations."

You nod in agreement at Rohese.

Missoni says, "I suppose the mystery adds a bit to it."

Speaking curiously to Missoni, you ask, "Does the molten nature of glassworking make it easier, or harder, to make botanical forms?"

Speaking to you, Missoni says, "That depends on the glass, I think. Some are really best suited to working with in panes, such as skyglass and glyriss."

You nod understandingly at Missoni.

Missoni says, "They work well in two dimensional forms, but lack the malleability to make elaborate sculpture."

You ask, "When you say working in panes, you mean along the lines of stained glass?"

Speaking to you, Missoni says, "Baleglass is quite suited to more fluid forms, as it is shaped in fire."

Missoni nods to you.

You nod.

Missoni says, "Last year at the Faendryl Symposium I demonstrated a technique that uses an extraplanar mist to help shape a baleglass form."

You regretfully say, "I am sorry to have missed a live demonstration."

Lissaya nods in agreement to you.

Missoni says, "But more traditional glassblowing can use paddles, heating, and reheating the glass to achive a smiliar end."

Speaking wryly to Missoni, Tikba exclaims, "Less efficiently!"

Speaking to you, Missoni says, "Ah, perhaps I will have to reprise it! I did not think such a demonstration would be as well received here."

Giogionni says, "Laws."

Giogionni waves his hand in a dismissive gesture.

You wryly say, "All the same, perhaps traveling to see it would be for the best."

Speaking to Missoni, Giogionni says, "Could be fun."

Speaking to you, Missoni agrees, "The Alabaster Spire is out in the Hills, and well warded in case of any mishaps."
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===The Solitude Bee - Variations Along the Eastern Seaboard -- Feriae Enfiel and Miss Aubrige===
<pre{{log2}}>A town crier steps in and announces, "The Botanical Symposium concludes with Miss Aubrige and Feriae Enfiel's presentation at the top of the hour. Interested guests may gather at the Botanical Garden at the Royal Arboretum." He then rushes off.

You see Aubrige the Member of the Rumplesnoots Adventuring Company.

She appears to be a Halfling.

She is tiny and has a wiry frame. She appears to be youthful. She has large jade green eyes and freckled rosy skin. She has short, curly brunette hair twisted into an intricate knot at the nape of her neck and secured by a pair of enruned bone hairsticks. A pair of dimples adorn her pudgy cheeks.

She is in good shape.

She is holding a doodle-covered set of notecards covered in notations in her right hand.

A tiny eyepatch-clad baby raccoon drapes over her shoulder, snuggling into her neck.

She is wearing a pair of enruned bone hairsticks, an oversized jade wool frock coat covered in scroll-filled cylinders, a tiny iron catapult pin, a side-strapped specimen board slung over her shoulder, a blanket-affixed pale leather backpack with fur-lined straps, a high-necked vanilla ruhani wool shirt with suede-buckled sleeves, some belted black suede trousers wrapped in strips of oilcloth, and a pair of knee-high dark buckskin boots.

You see Rumplesnoots the Very Brave Catcher of Bugs.

He appears to be a Halfling.

He is shorter than most and has an adorably rotund shape. He appears to be young and robust. He has thickly lashed mahogany brown eyes and freckled skin. He has short, curly dark rowan hair with a pair of tiny mithril horns sticking out. He has a round face, a slightly bumpy nose and deep laugh lines. He has a matted woolly rolton charm with ivory horns dangling from one of the tiny mithril horns on his head and a blue-spotted toadstool beetle charm from the other.

He is in good shape.

A rotund miniature rolton totters forward and back on his shoulder, shaking its tail to maintain balance.

He is wearing a poppy orange silk hat wreathed with violets and ferns, an ivy green mervaer cloak embroidered with chubby bumblebees, a rose red linen shirt with silver bumblebee buttons, a furry brown goat pin, some rumpled dark linen breeches adorned with tiny mithril rolton-shaped buttons, a pair of lily white silk socks stitched with tiny pansies and roly-polies, and a pair of leather boots stamped with tiny ladybugs reading books.

You see Feriae Enfiel.

She appears to be a Vaalor Elf.

She is short and has a lithe build. She appears to be very young. She has gilt-flecked lapis blue eyes and pale skin. She has side-shaven, silken blue-green hair brushed back into a neat collection of reverse plaits, the braids looped and affixed with leaf-framed florals. She has an angular face and a freckled nose. Vert-colored leaves are inked across her high cheekbones, interwoven in curling vinework.

She is in good shape.

She is wearing a chain-strung brass compass backed in pale linden, an angular hunter green wool robe covered in subtle fern embroidery, a set of braided leather suspenders over a collarless natural linen shirt, a simply woven bracelet of swirling orbs and carved wyrm's-tooth nodules, a cylindrical leather-set vasculum, a pair of copper and tan-woven tweed leggings, and some thigh-high boots crafted from oiled sepia leather.

Aubrige excitedly greets, "Good afternoon everyone! I am Aubrige, one of the founding members of the Rumplesnoots Adventuring Company."

Feriae warmly adds, "And I'm Feriae Enfiel, a botany student as well as one of the caretakers of the Royal Arboretum."

Rumplesnoots lets out a cheer!

Feriae says, "Although Aubrige was adamant that I contribute to the presentation, it was through her research and her extensive observational skills that we are able to unveil such a discovery."

Missoni mouths, "Discovery?"

Aubrige proudly says, "Observing is what we do best at the Rumplesnoots' Adventuring Company."

Rumplesnoots squeakily says, "Ands running."

Aubrige laughingly exclaims, "We run *so* fast!"

Rumplesnoots adopts an agreeable expression.

Feriae agrees, "And with the influx of scholars, merchants, and visitors to the Shining City, we've introduced a variety of plants to the research facilities of the Royal Arboretum to better understand the conditions, both physical and magical, needed to allow said specimens to thrive."

Feriae says, "From the mineral compositions of the soil to the exact sourcing of the water that nourishes the sapling, one of our particular focuses at the Arboretum is to embrace the minutiae of the plant life cycle, and the nuances that create the variations of well-established biological species across the continent."

Feriae adds, "Some say boring, we say tell us more."

Aubrige gazes thoughtfully at her set of notecards.

Aubrige says, "Similiar to the adaptations in flora, pollinators of the insect variety, such as wasps, ants, and beetles evolve in order to survive changes to climate, food sources, and locations."

Speaking to Rumplesnoots, Aubrige murmurs, "I sound so smart when I read it, right?"

Aubrige says, "Our particular focus for this afternoon is the solitude bee, a species of pollinator living independently, unlike their social cousins the honey bees and bumblebees. Solitude bees certainly live up to their moniker. They exude a gentle demeanor, working alone, building a single nest in an isolated, yet protected bower or cliff."

Aubrige says, "My obvious emphasis being that this particular species lived alone, worked alone, and thrived alone."

Tikba nods encouragingly at Aubrige.

Aubrige mouths, "Alone."

Rohese pouts.

Feriae says, "Which then leads us to our recent discovery."

Feriae says, "Botanical acquisitions from the T'Kirem Bear Clan and the researchers located at Nielira Harbor, both locales placed hundreds of miles away from one another along the Eastern Seaboard, share similar conditional markers for growth: drier summers closer to the coastline, while the hardier varieties closer to the Dragonspine require heavier rainfall in the previous seasons to account for potential snow."

Missoni looks thoughtfully at Feriae.

Feriae says, "I'll spare the particulars for now, but it is fascinating how the simple changes in soil composition or even the waste products of the particular variety of bird in the quantities amassed alongside the... anyway."

Aubrige says, "These newly acquired seeds and saplings harbored small stowaways: specifically varieties of the solitude bee which we have labeled the uhl-claw bee and the nythien bee in tribute to the unique variations of their colors due to places of origin."

Rohese softly mouths, "Nythien."

Aubrige says, "T'kirem Clan Uhl-claw bees are most often found in earthen tones, the greens and greys blending into the sepias and bistres of the woodland foliage surrounding them."

Aubrige says, "Their cocoons are typically crafted from layers of squash blossoms and dotted with gooseberry blossoms; the framework occasionally wrapped meticulously by a flexible pine needle."

Aubrige flips to her next notecard.

Aubrige continues, "Nalfein Nythien bees, on the other hand, are colored ever-so-slightly different than their uhl-claw bee cousins; their abdomens tinted in darker jewel tones often found in varieties of taerethil."

Aubrige says, "Their cocoons are crafted from layers of ebony-tinted taerethil and naefira, the framework occasionally reinforced by bits of resaeun bark."

Aubrige excitedly exclaims, "And now that you understand the differences, the fantastical part is that we've discovered that these particular solitude bees have begun to cohabitate within the Royal Arboretum!"

Aubrige squeals excitedly alongside Feriae.

Rumplesnoots squeakily exclaims, "Stowaway bees!"

Missoni casually observes her surroundings.

Speaking excitedly to Rumplesnoots, Aubrige exclaims, "Exactly!"

Feriae happily agrees, "A very interesting development, indeed. In fact, you can see some of the more prominent groupings of cocoons by the walkways, though the specimens are still developing in our research facilities and within Veythorne Manor's greenhouses."

The voice of Gilenir says, "They seem to prefer the Arboretum, though we'd like to see if we can coax them towards Veythorne at some point."

Rohese excitedly exclaims, "How wonderful!"

Feriae agrees with Gilenir.

Missoni nods approvingly.

Gilenir says, "They're non-confrontational with other varieties."

Feriae adopts an agreeable expression.

Aubrige excitedly exclaims, "Several varieties of the uhl-claw and nythien bees have been thriving within Botanical Garden, alongside a handful of other garden-friendly insects that we hope shed more light on the ability of pollinators to adapt to sudden shifts in their environments, both physical and magical!"

Rumplesnoots squeakily asks, "Do you gets very close to see their tummies to know which one is which? And how angries do theys get?"

Speaking to Rumplesnoots, Aubrige exclaims, "They are very calm! Like Doubery after a lot of sweets!"

Aubrige put a doodle-covered set of notecards covered in notations in her jade wool frock coat.

Rumplesnoots squeakily says, "Oh, I likes those bees then."

Aubrige removes a wire-handled clear glass jar from in her jade wool frock coat.

Aubrige says, "In fact, I'm sure there's a few right here."

You ask, "Are they of a size with most other bees?"

Rohese glances about with a cheerful expression, her misty grey eyes bright and friendly.

Missoni removes a large rainbow-whorled jar from in her alligator skin case.

Tikba apprehensively asks, "Do these bees sting?"

Speaking to you, Aubrige says, "Just a tad smaller than bumblebees."

Aubrige looks over at Tikba and shakes her head.

Missoni murmurs, "I see a lovely moth..."

You withdraw a wire-handled clear glass jar from its secure location within a feather-branded roll of soft hunter green leather.

Missoni exclaims, "Ah!"

Feriae mentions, "There are some other varieties of garden-friendly insects that have joined the solitude bees as well, I suppose they're also here to stay."

Peering through the jar, you notice a fuzzy smoke blue nythien bee in this area. If you would like to capture its likeness, then please SHAKE the jar in the next 30 seconds.

Feriae notes, "The nythien bees do tend to have the more jewel-toned colorations."

Removing the lid of his obsidian jar, Teveriel easily plucks a matte pine green uhl-claw bee out of it and then seals it back up.

Rumplesnoots squeakily exclaims, "Bugs like plants!"

Shaking the jar over the floor, you watch as ethereal skeins of light solidify within the vessel and slowly transform into a fuzzy smoke blue nythien bee.

Missoni brushes her fingers lightly against her garnet nythien bee.

Removing the lid of your clear glass jar, you easily pluck a fuzzy smoke blue nythien bee out of it and then seal it back up.

Rohese beams happily at Teveriel!

Teveriel comments, "Fascinating indeed."

Missoni whispers aloud, "I expect this is a nythien bee, then."

Etched in minute detail, the crystalline piece is a perfect replica of a fuzzy smoke blue nythien bee and takes up no more than a roughly one-inch spherical space.

Speaking softly to you, Rohese exclaims, "Oh, look at it, it's adorable!"

Speaking to Rohese, you agree, "The blue coloration is quite lovely."

You offer your blue nythien bee to Rohese, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer. Click CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.

Rohese nods in agreement to you.

Rohese beams at you, her eyes filled with delight!

Rohese has accepted your offer and is now holding a fuzzy smoke blue nythien bee.

Riend offers Lissaya an ebon-banded garnet nythien bee.

Speaking softly to her blue nythien bee, Rohese purrs, "Aren't you just the cutest."

Speaking to Rumplesnoots, Feriae asks, "We've acquired quite a variety of foliage as the researchers have sent their samples, might we send you lot out to study the insects we find for comparisons?"

Lissaya offers Riend an ebon-banded garnet nythien bee.

Rumplesnoots squeakily exclaims, "Ooh a hunts? Yes!"

Rumplesnoots squeakily asks, "It is whats we do, rights, Aubrige?"

Removing the lid of his obsidian jar, Teveriel easily plucks a saffron and bistre uhl-claw bee out of it and then seals it back up.

Speaking squeakily to Feriae, Rumplesnoots says, "We meets for tarts one days and discuss."

Speaking happily to Rumplesnoots, Aubrige exclaims, "I'm supposed to be back at the Library next week to start digging through those dusty crates again!"

Missoni tilts her head down.

Aubrige suddenly asks, "Oh, were there any questions about the solitude bees?"

Feriae laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.

Speaking squeakily to Feriae, Rumplesnoots says, "You sidestracked her with adventure thoughts."

Rumplesnoots nods.

Teveriel approvingly says, "This one's coloration is beautiful."

Speaking to Rumplesnoots, Feriae admits, "I did have those intentions, yes."

Speaking squeakily to Feriae, Rumplesnoots exclaims, "We have expandeds into birds too!"

Speaking to Rumplesnoots, Feriae exclaims, "Oh, that's wonderful!"

Speaking softly to Rumplesnoots, Rohese says, "My, you are keeping busy."

Teveriel quietly jests, "Like bees."

Speaking to Rumplesnoots, Feriae says, "We have a number of fledgling ornithologists, I'm sure they'd love to join your Company."

Rumplesnoots squeakily says, "I needs to get better at climbing trees though."

You thoughtfully say, "A compendium of Elanthian birds would be a wonderful addition to the library, someday."

Missoni agrees with you.

Aubrige nods enthusiastically to you!

Missoni raises her hand.

Speaking squeakily to you, Rumplesnoots says, "We cans supply the feathers."

Speaking softly to Rumplesnoots, Rohese says, "Time to start writing a book."

Aubriella giggles at Rohese.

Missoni asks, "Aside from the difference is coloration, have you noticed much difference in the behavior of the bees? Or have their similar environments cause them to act similarly?"

Speaking softly to Aubrige, Rohese says, "I suspect you'll be the one ending up writing it though."

Aubrige exclaims, "Oh, I can answer that one!"

Missoni carefully says, "Differences in coloration."

Speaking to Missoni, Aubrige says, "They still continue to gather individually, the other noted difference for now is that their cocoons seem to be in closer proximity."

Missoni nods thoughtfully at Aubrige.

Aubrige says, "Whereas the ones we've noted in Nielira are at least several yards, if not miles, apart."

Rumplesnoots squeakily says, "That is too alone."

Speaking to Missoni, Feriae says, "But we will be continuing to make observations and see if they begin to pollinate the same sources as well."

You murmur, "Well-named, then."

Speaking to Aubrige, Missoni says, "I suppose given the close quarters here, they had to adjust."

Aubrige nods in agreement at Missoni.

Feriae says, "They do seem to be a delightful addition to the Arboretum."

Oirisu just came through an arched duo of stained glass doors leading to the walkway.

Rohese softly says, "I am looking forward to examining them more closely."

Oirisu delightedly says, "Oh, good, you're all still here."

Speaking to Gilenir, Oirisu asks, "Did you want to say anything before?"

Gilenir formally says, "Thank you all for attending our Botanical Symposium, I truly hope this ushers in more uh... discussions in the future between us."
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Botanical Symposium/2025-07-26 - Ta'Illistim Botanical Symposium (log)

2025-08-01T22:43:40Z

LUNATUNES: /* Botanical Forms and Geometry in Glasswork -- Bathcwyn Missoni Sabretache Faendryl */ added missoni

==Summary==
In 5125, [[Ta'Illistim]] hosted a Botanical Symposium, following the success of the [[2022-12-04_Botanical_Research_Presentation_(log)|Botanical Research Presentation]] in 5122 which led to the expansion of the Ta'Illistim [[Royal Arboretum]]. Led by Lady [[Rohese]], in coordination with Lord [[Gilenir Veythorne]], [[Ionlas Chesylrae]], and [[Vanathys|Vanathys Ravistel]], several leading researchers presented their latest findings for discussion.

Presentations by

'''Koaratos 26th 5125'''
*[[Gilenir Veythorne|Gilenir Veythorne Illistim]]
*[[Rohese|Rohese Bayvel Illistim]]
*[[Aliraswaen|Aliraswaen Nalfein]]
*Rivienne Mandaire Loenthra
'''Koaratos 27th 5125'''
*[[Vanathys|Vanathys Ravistel Vaalor]]
*[[Rohese|Rohese Bayvel Illistim]]
*[[Elaejia|Elaejia Silithyr Loenthra]]
*[[Missoni_(prime)|Missoni Sabretache Faendryl]]
*[[Feriae Enfiel|Feriae Enfiel Vaalor]]

==Logs==
===Lord [[Gilenir Veythorne]] Unveils the Arboretum Expansion===
<pre{{log2}}>
[Royal Arboretum, Walkway]
The column-framed walkway leads up to the arched duo of doors, the faenor-framed dome inset in honeycomb-like panels of glass. Ivy-draped partitions of blonde oak are angled between groupings of natural wicker chairs, the floral-framed portraits interspersed between slender moss-draped shelves. Framing either side of the entrance are a duo of silver-veined marble pedestals, each angular base encircled by a profusion of verdant foliage climbing upwards across the base. You also see a hulking melanistic grey wolf, a large vibrant harlequin macaw parrot, a glinting stygian scarab beetle, a yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake with a wild mane of cobalt briar hair, a lazy wild deep red dog, a black-eyed purplish grey haon mandrake, a ruby-crested greater bearded vulture that is flying around, a green-eyed ridge caracal and a brass-floriated sign of pavonated vellum.
Also here: Stassy who is sitting, Celothor, Fleurs who is sitting, Emissary Thrassus, Lord Gilenir, Aubriella who is sitting, Miss Lissaya who is sitting, Bathcwyn Missoni who is sitting, Lucraine who is sitting, Loremaster Rohese, Vanathys who is sitting, Rivienne, Botanical Researcher Feriae, Lord Eruien who is sitting, Lord Teveriel, Lord Ionlas who is sitting, Arelder who is sitting, Arbeia who is sitting
Obvious paths: south

Gilenir formally announces, "Welcome, citizens and visitors of the Shining City, to our inaugural Botanical Symposium."

Arbeia smiles at Gilenir.

Rohese beams, her eyes filled with delight!

Gilenir fidgets ever so slightly as he shifts his weight, nervously smiling across the crowd.

Gilenir nervously continues, "A simple request from Lady Bayvel sprouted into a wonderful collaboration between a number of botanists, horticulturists, and artisans."

Gilenir suddenly adds, "And one very enthusiastic insect researcher."

Missoni gazes in amusement at her surroundings.

Rohese softly giggles.

Feriae jokingly says, "She's been bouncing around the arboretum all week with her companions."

Gilenir nods in agreement at Feriae.

Gilenir says, "It is our sincere hope that this Symposium inspires others to share their knowledge and passion as we journey alongside Argent Mirror Sayilla in this new age of elven culture."

Vanathys nods in agreement at Feriae.

Gilenir clears his throat several times.

Ionlas gazes at Gilenir.

Gilenir sheepishly says, "As for my presentation, I am admittedly lacking the grace and studiousness of the ladies and gentleman who have graciously joined us for this symposium, but well, please join me and I'll show you what I've been working on."

Speaking to Feriae, Teveriel confides, "I am very much looking forward to yours and Miss Aubrige's presentation."

Eruien stands up.

Eruien offers a hand up to Ionlas.

Speaking to Teveriel, Feriae exclaims, "As am I!"

Speaking lightly to Teveriel, Rohese teases, "And mine too, I hope."

Ionlas squints at Eruien.

Ionlas stands up.

Teveriel smiles at Rohese.

Gilenir nervously says, "Come come, we have a bit of a walk."

Rohese winks at Teveriel.

Gilenir says, "And I don't believe I have the upper body strength to properly drag you all."

Speaking to Gilenir, Vanathys says, "Perhaps together we could."

Gilenir thoughtfully asks, "The mandrakes maybe?"

Speaking to Gilenir, Missoni says, "They are stronger than they look."

Feriae helpfully adds, "At least they're loud."

Feriae quickly says, "Like the peahens."

Ionlas whispers something to Gilenir.

Teveriel says, "Imagine a shrieking horde bearing us all down the var."

Teveriel warns, "The peahens will take it as a challenge."

Gilenir firmly says, "Alright, then."

Lord Gilenir's group just went south.

[Royal Arboretum, Walkway]

Vert-colored ivy entwines down the white marble columns framing the cobblestone walkway, the pale pillars affixed with latticed archways draped in the five-pointed leaves. Thin loops of vaalin wire hang high across the living ceiling, the opalescent hooks suspending colorful origami flora above several glowbark benches carved in whimsical fauna. Beyond the path sits a number of canopy-covered displays, the artwork framed by tall flora-filled planters set upon the well-manicured lawn.

Also here: Lord Ionlas, Arelder, Arbeia, Lord Teveriel, Lord Eruien, Botanical Researcher Feriae, Rivienne, Vanathys, Loremaster Rohese, Lucraine, Bathcwyn Missoni, Miss Lissaya, Aubriella, Emissary Thrassus, Fleurs, Celothor, Stassy, Lord Gilenir

A bur-eyed twisted witchwood mandrake sprouting autumn beauty sunflowers toddles into the area and up to Lissaya.

A bur-eyed shaggy illthorn mandrake toddles into the area and up to Rohese.

A yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake with a wild mane of cobalt briar hair toddles into the area and up to Missoni.

A black-eyed purplish grey haon mandrake toddles into the area and up to Feriae.

Arbeia says, "Moussa..."

You murmur, "Well now we're surrounded."

Gilenir indicates a wisteria-arched entry entwined with unfurled cream-colored peonies as a possible option.

Lord Gilenir's group just went through a wisteria-arched entry entwined with unfurled cream-colored peonies.

[Arboretum, Arboreal Gallery]

Verdant-curtained foliage drapes across the fallen arboreal forms scattered along the forest floor, the various trunks and elongated branches sculpted around the archways encircling the dome. Vibrantly colored toadstools encircle the moss-covered tables nestled into the soil, the clusters framed by branch-crafted easels and twine-hung yll'suta. Birdsong echoes throughout the area, the avians hidden amongst the canopy of greenery set high above.

Also here: Lord Ionlas, Arelder, Arbeia, Lord Teveriel, Lord Eruien, Botanical Researcher Feriae, Rivienne, Vanathys, Loremaster Rohese, Lucraine, Bathcwyn Missoni, Miss Lissaya, Aubriella, Emissary Thrassus, Fleurs, Celothor, Stassy, Lord Gilenir

Obvious paths: out

Rohese beams happily at Gilenir!

Rohese gazes with interest at her surroundings.

>l tabl

Trails of spongy, verdant green moss traverse across the flat stone tables, the low-set surfaces decorated in flora arabesques painted in henna. Tucked into the shadowed grass beneath each table is a tiny clay-crafted creature, the peahens and amphibians placed neatly in wicker-woven baskets.

Thrassus leans against his black staff as he takes in his surroundings.

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at a fallen arboreal form.

>l eas

Gently curved boughs are loosely entwined with knots of colorful thread, the geometric web forming a makeshift easel. Set along the tapering ends of the branches are several twine-hung yll'suta, their iridescent silk-crafted wings shimmering in the ambient light.

Gilenir sheepishly says, "I tend to spend my time in the dirt, but here we are."

Gilenir explains, "As Feriae has been working to expand the working areas of the Royal Arboretum, we came upon these particular arboreal forms."

Puffs of earthen green moss rest across the trunks of the trees laying in quiet repose, their elongated branches creating crescentic half-domes of layered foliage. Twig-crafted nests are scattered between the splayed branches along the upper arc of the canopies, the lower sections adorned with woven garlands and wood-framed yll'suta embroidered in silk thread. Folded letters and hand-crafted trinkets are tucked into the various grooves of the expansive trees alongside a handful of nuts and berries.

Gilenir says, "Whether fallen from age, or weather, or some other happenstance, there appears to be no damage or affliction beleaguering these fine fellows."

Gilenir leans against one of the forms, then quickly blushes.

Gilenir adds, "And ladies, of course."

Gilenir says, "In fact, they appear to be quite content here, perhaps even jovial if one believes a tree can express such emotion."

Gilenir continues, "Which is why Feriae and I agreed that there particularly cheerful trees would enjoy the company of others."

Gilenir ardently says, "I believe the constant woodland companions alongside the occasional two-legged visitor would encourage further growth not only from these particular forms, but perhaps across the arboretum and it's potential expansions."

Gilenir brightly says, "Happy plants thrive in happy environs."

Gilenir concludes, "But we do hope you do stop by and spend some time with the trees, we've added a few toadstools and some tables, as well as some easels if you'd like to display some artwork for a bit, though I'm sure a woodland creature or two may swipe it at anytime."

Gilenir awkwardly announces, "And that is my presentation."

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at a branch-crafted easel.

Missoni applauds Gilenir warmly.

Rohese applauds Gilenir warmly.
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===Verdant Symbiosis: The Partnership between Trees and Plants. -- Lady [[Rohese]] Bayvel===
<pre{{log2}}>
[Arboretum, Arboreal Gallery]
Verdant-curtained foliage drapes across the fallen arboreal forms scattered along the forest floor, the various trunks and elongated branches sculpted around the archways encircling the dome. Vibrantly colored toadstools encircle the moss-covered tables nestled into the soil, the clusters framed by branch-crafted easels and twine-hung yll'suta. Birdsong echoes throughout the area, the avians hidden amongst the canopy of greenery set high above. You also see a thin crimson lasimor leaf illusion, an arboreal lasimor armchair sculptured from tangled branches, a sturdy oak table on a base of cubbyholes and drawers with a blush-colored glass of cardamom and rose milk tea on it, a bur-eyed shaggy illthorn mandrake, a yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake with a wild mane of cobalt briar hair, a bur-eyed twisted witchwood mandrake sprouting autumn beauty sunflowers, a green-eyed ridge caracal, a lazy wild deep red dog, a glinting stygian scarab beetle that is flying around and a large vibrant harlequin macaw parrot.
Also here: Loremaster Rohese, Lord Eruien who is sitting, Arelder who is sitting, Stassy, Fleurs who is sitting, Emissary Thrassus, Aubriella who is sitting, Miss Lissaya who is sitting, Bathcwyn Missoni who is sitting, Vanathys who is sitting, Rivienne who is sitting, Botanical Researcher Feriae who is sitting, Lord Teveriel who is sitting, Lord Ionlas who is sitting, Arbeia who is sitting, Lord Gilenir
Obvious paths: out

Rohese sets a blush-colored glass of cardamom and rose milk tea on top of the oak table.

You smile at Rohese.

Rohese walks to stand behind a sturdy oak table on a base of cubbyholes and drawers.

Rohese rummages through a vellum-inset linden case covered with anatomical depictions of flora with a frantic look of loss.

Rohese nods once.

Rohese smiles.

Rohese softly says, "It's that time, I think."

Speaking lightly to Rohese, you say, "Your students are ready."

Rohese giggles softly at you.

Rohese softly greets, "Good afternoon everyone."

Rohese warmly says, "It is so lovely to see so many familiar faces on this auspicious occasion."

Rohese glances about with a cheerful expression, her misty grey eyes bright and friendly.

Rohese softly says, "Some of you may recall my Library Lecture last year on the Sentience of Trees, where I touched on the wisdom inherent in the give-and-take of nature; in its quiet agreements and search for balance."

Rohese bashfully says, "I apologise if a little of what I cover today is a repeat of that lecture but I believe the context will be helpful."

Rohese wrinkles her nose.

Rohese softly announces, "So, verdant symbiosis!"

Rohese reaches out with a complex gesture and activates the panel of her agara-fae wristlet. Colorful motes of light suddenly appear and dance in the air before coalescing and shifting into a Veythorne Manor illusion.

Rohese thoughtfully begins, "As I walk the quiet paths of Veythorne Manor, pausing often beneath the glowbark tree whose ghostly blue leaves shimmer with silent wisdom..."

Rohese removes a radiant ghostly blue leaf from in her rectangular pack.

Rohese turns her leaf over and over in her hand, studying it until a look of understanding crosses her face.

Rohese softly continues, "...or spend time here, in this Arboretum, I am reminded that the majesty of trees is not in their solitude, but in their community."

Rohese lets out a long, contemplative breath.

Rohese softly says, "Trees do not stand alone, nor do they thrive in isolation."

Rohese softly says, "Rather, they are stewards of living networks; intricate tapestries woven with threads of moss, lichen, fern, and flower, cradled in loam that has been shaped by the tireless labour of fungi and stirred by wings and mandibles of insects."

Rohese brushes her fingers lightly against her ghostly blue leaf.

Rohese sets a radiant ghostly blue leaf on top of the oak table.

Rohese softly informs, "In my paper on the Sentience of Trees, I posited that trees are more than passive guardians of time; they are sentient participants in the forest ecosystem."

Rohese softly proposes, "This afternoon, I seek to further explore how their sentience - and indeed their very survival - is interwoven with the lives of the smaller, often-overlooked flora and fauna that dwell in their shade and bark."

A talkative covey of button quails traverse across the pine needles and leaves in a series of zig-zags before disappearing behind the moss-covered trees.

Rohese softly says, "So let us begin beneath the surface."

Rohese softly says, "The roots of trees, as vast and far-reaching as their canopies, form sacred pacts with fungi."

Rohese softly says, "Right under our very noses..."

Rohese softly continues, "...cleverly concealed beneath the undergrowth is a covert messaging system made up "mushroom mailboxes" and "telegraphic threads" called mycelium that connect the roots in an intricate web."

Vanathys nods understandingly.

Rohese removes a bracket of tender nesting polypore from in her linden case.

Rohese softly says, "This pretty little thing, for example, is a polypore."

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at her tender nesting polypore.

Arbeia quietly says, "Mushroom mailboxes."

Rohese softly says, "Most polypores inhabit tree trunks or branches but some soil-inhabiting species form mychorrhiza in a symbiotic association with trees."

You lean forward.

Rohese softly says, "These silent, silk-thin filaments stretch through the soil like a network of whispers, ferrying water, minerals, and knowledge between root and root."

Rohese brushes her fingers lightly against her tender nesting polypore.

Rohese softly remarks, "It is known that a tree afflicted by blight may warn its kin through these fungal threads, allowing others to fortify their defences before the sickness arrives."

Rohese softly says, "This is not idle conjecture; I have observed such exchanges firsthand among the trees in the Glimae'den Wildwood."

Rohese softly says, "The mushrooms that rise from this underground lattice are merely the fruiting bodies of a vast mind, one whose thoughts are composed of nourishment and alliance."

Rohese sets a bracket of tender nesting polypore on top of the oak table.

Rohese brightly says, "Moving above ground now."

Rohese softly says, "Around the base and on the trunks of elder trees, especially Mother Trees, one often finds a patchwork carpet of mosses, lichens and other organisms."

Rohese glances at a fallen arboreal form.

Rohese softly says, "We see it in the glowbark with its phosphorescent residents..."

Rohese snaps out her hand with a complex gesture. A majestic glowbark tree illusion appears above the palm of her hand, wavers briefly, and vanishes.

Rohese softly continues, "...and the grey-green tufted growths on the sovereign willow of the Dryad Wildwood."

Rohese snaps out her hand with a complex gesture. A gnarled weeping willow illusion appears above the palm of her hand, wavers briefly, and vanishes.

Rohese softly says, "These are no mere adornments; again, it is a symbiotic - mutually beneficial - association."

Rohese softly adds, "We see it here too in the verdant undergrowth of the Arboreal Conservatory..."

Rohese softly continues, "...where there are some fine examples of monk's-hood lichen, shield lichens and oakmoss."

Rohese softly explains, "Mosses act as reservoirs of moisture, safeguarding the roots from drought and preserving the delicate balance of humidity necessary for the surrounding undergrowth."

Rohese softly says, "Among the most remarkable of mosses is scorpidium, a species predominant in the damp hollows and shaded root basins of Naidem, where the sky is perpetual twilight and the air is thick with mist."

Rohese removes a tangle of inky scorpidium moss from in her linden case.

Rohese notes, quietly, a few salient particulars of the moss.

Rohese softly says, "In the graveyard, woods and wetlands, scorpidium forms plush carpets beneath beech, birch and sycamore, particularly near the edges of slow-moving rivulets."

Rohese softly says, "Growing in dense tangles, the moss often makes its home on dead or dying trees, devouring the nutrients of its doomed host."

Vanathys nods at Rohese.

Rohese turns over her inky scorpidium moss.

Rohese smiles at Vanathys.

Rohese softly says, "Its role is both practical and profound: acting as a living sponge, it filters and retains water through the seasons, maintaining delicate soil moisture levels around the trees' root systems."

Ionlas whispers something to Eruien.

Rohese softly says, "Moreover, this moss nurtures an entire sub-community of insects: beetles, grubs, and fireflies so beloved by Naidem scholars for their ethereal beauty and translucence."

Eruien looks over at Ionlas and shakes his head.

Rohese softly says, "Their presence within the moss attracts foraging birds and encourages insectivorous flora along the margins."

Rohese softly says, "Thus, scorpidium serves as a cradle of biodiversity; its relationship with the trees is not merely one of support, but of shared vitality."

Rohese taps a tangle of inky scorpidium moss, which is in her right hand.

Rohese softly says, "In times of drought or excessive rain, it is this moss that tempers the extremes, ensuring that the roots of ancient trees remain undisturbed, as though the land itself were swaddling its giants in a soft and constant embrace."

Rohese sets a tangle of inky scorpidium moss on top of the oak table.

Rohese removes a tuft of old man's beard lichen from in her linden case.

Rohese clearly says, "Lichens, those mysterious marriages of fungus and algae, serve as the forest's alchemists."

Rohese wrinkles her nose.

Rohese softly says, "In some parts of the Wyrdeep, it is said they even glow faintly under moonlight, rumoured to be touched by fey magic."

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at her old man's beard lichen.

Rohese softly says, "Yet their truest gift lies in their enrichment of the soil for all nearby life and their sensitivity to corruption; should they wither or fade, it is often a warning of greater blight to come."

Rohese sets a tuft of old man's beard lichen on top of the oak table.

Rohese removes a feathered fern frond from in her linden case.

Rohese softly says, "It is easy to look up and see only branches, but nestled among them are ferns and epiphytic flora like orchids; those that do not draw from the tree itself but from the air and rain."

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at her fern frond.

Rohese softly says, "These tree-lodgers increase the forest's vertical diversity, forming habitats for winged insects, nesting birds, and other small creatures."

Rohese softly adds, "In some ancient groves, it is believed that these aerial gardens harbour entire ecosystems of their own, hidden from view."

Rohese waggles her fingers mystically, and a golden linden tree grove illusion appears briefly in the air.

Rohese reaches out with a complex gesture and activates the panel of her agara-fae wristlet. Sunshine yellow flurries of airy blossoms suddenly appear and dance in the air before coalescing and shifting into a spotted dark brown kestrel illusion.

Rohese softly says, "Beneath the eaves of the trees, in patches of dappled sunlight, wildflowers bloom and offer nectar."

Rohese softly says, "Bees, butterflies, and beetles answer the call - not only to feed, but to fulfill the sacred rite of pollination."

Rohese lightly adds, "Even the trees themselves are sometimes pollinated by windborne insects."

Rohese softly says, "Insects also serve as caretakers and couriers of decay."

Rohese softly says, "Ants tunnel through fallen bark, returning nutrients to the soil."

Rohese removes a miniscule red bark beetle from in her linden case.

(Rohese places the miniscule red bark beetle in the palm of her hand and holds it out to show it to the audience.)

Rohese softly says, "Insects, such as this red bark beetle, feast upon rot and keep the forest clean."

Rohese casually remarks, "I once observed a hive of bees protect a cluster of wild orchids growing in the crook of an old willow, as if recognizing the mutual benefit of their shared presence."

Rohese gives her wyrwood insect house a tiny shake, causing a swarm of pollen-fuzzed amber honey bees to crawl out and onto her inventory for a moment before retreating back inside the house.

Rohese smiles quietly to herself.

Rohese softly says, "The forest, then, is not a collection of solitary beings, but a living chorus..."

Rohese sets a miniscule red bark beetle on top of the oak table.

Rohese softly continues, "...each member in tune with the others, each leaf and root and wing participating in an unending hymnal of interdependence."

Rohese softly says, "Mother trees such as the glowbark..."

Rohese reaches out with a complex gesture and activates the panel of her agara-fae wristlet. Silvery white will-o'-wisps suddenly appear and dance in the air before coalescing and shifting into a majestic glowbark tree illusion.

Rohese softly says, "...with its luminous presence and deeply rooted wisdom, are both maestro and audience to this symphony."

Arbeia gazes with interest at a majestic glowbark tree illusion.

Rohese softly says, "Their sentience is not solitary; it is communal."

Missoni nods to a majestic glowbark tree illusion.

Rohese softly says, "It breathes through moss, whispers through lichen, is fed by fungi, and pollinated by the labour of insects."

Rohese softly opines, "We must heed these natural alliances."

Rohese gazes fondly at a majestic glowbark tree illusion.

Rohese softly says, "Because the song of the forest is one of harmony, and its melody is easily lost if even a single note is silenced."

Rohese lets out a long, contemplative breath.

Rohese softly says, "May this work serve not only as a study of the verdant kinship we walk among but also as a reminder that we too are part of this great, living and breathing whole."

Rohese smiles.

Rohese softly concludes, "And that, ladies and gentle folk, is what I would like to talk about tomorrow!"

Rohese drops into a deep curtsy, moving smoothly as her arms sweep grandly to her sides.
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===The Hornet & the Hollyhock: The Cultural Importance of Flowers -- [[Aliraswaen]]===
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Aliraswaen says, "Good day, my friends and fellow admirers of flora. I thank you, most sincerely, for joining me in this verdant jewel of the Shining City. I am Aliraswaen of Nielira Harbor, a small and sea-brushed town along the Nalfein coast, where the light falls warm and the gardens climb the stonework like music set to vine."

You see Aliraswaen.
She appears to be a Nalfein Elf.
She is of average stature and has a willowy, thin frame. She appears to be very young. She has golden, hazel-flecked cornflower blue eyes and subtly tanned skin. She has waist-length, silky caramel brown hair divided into twin reverse-weave braids that start at the temple and descend to the nape in wrist-thick lengths woven in heather grey and burgundy ribbons amid a tracery of baby's breath. She has a delicate face, an aquiline nose and high cheekbones culminating in sharply curved, pointed ears. She has bloom-painted burgundy lacquer upon her long, rounded nails.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a pewter-strung dark burgundy hollyhock, a rosewood-boned ebon silk corset painted in spires of burgundy blossoms over a very pale dusty rose blouse with split wrist-bound sleeves, a pewter and rosewood disc girdle pyrographed in hollyhock columns, a heavy ebon organza skirt painted in heather grey bloom-laden trellises with some layered burgundy petticoats underneath, and a pair of low-heeled sandals lifted by rosewood heels.
Placed alongside her is an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt.

Aliraswaen says, "It is an honor to be here, amidst such learned company, to speak on a flower that holds a quiet but persistent magic for me: the hollyhock."

Rohese beams happily at Aliraswaen!

Imrys smiles.

Rohese softly mouths, "So pretty."

Arbeia agrees with Rohese.

Aliraswaen says, "Now, I suspect more than a few of you have passed hollyhocks without much fanfare, nodding at their cheerful stalks as you strolled to admire something rarer, or more temperamental. And that's fair. The hollyhock doesn't pout or preen. It simply grows. Tall. Colorful. Steady. It is the sort of flower that thrives best when no one is watching too closely."

Aliraswaen suggests, "But today, I should like us to watch a little more closely. To pause. And to see."

Aliraswaen pauses politely, a thin, warm smile gracing her lips.

Aliraswaen paces to her right, moving in a circle around a low oval planter sporting white and lavender hollyhocks.

Tikba nods thoughtfully at Aliraswaen.

Aliraswaen casually says, "You see, the hollyhock has been with us a very long time."

Aliraswaen continues, "Long before gardeners bred for double blooms or marbled petals, the single hollyhock rose like a spire near doorways, chapels, and wells."

Aliraswaen thoughtfully explains, "It came to us from across sun-drenched plains, traveling by seed, by trade, and sometimes by accident, though I have found that accidents in botany are often simply miracles mislabeled."

Aliraswaen offers a soft, friendly chuckle.

Aliraswaen inquires, "Does anyone here grow hollyhocks? Or recall seeing them near childhood gates or old garden walls?"

Missoni murmurs, "Not especially."

Vanathys says, "Though, to be fair, I grow a bit of nearly everything I can."

Vanathys chuckles.

Arbeia asks, "Do they grow in the desert?"

Aubriella says, "I did collect a nice bunch on Nielira Harbor."

Gilenir admits, "I've been having difficulty getting them to properly seed."

Speaking slowly to Arbeia, Aliraswaen says, "I am uncertain."

Aubriella says, "But grow them, n o."

Rohese softly says, "I too have struggled."

Speaking to Gilenir, Vanathys says, "I will transplant some, if you wish."

Aliraswaen nods at Gilenir.

Gilenir gazes hopefully at Vanathys.

Aliraswaen says, "Sometimes they are resistent."

Arbeia says, "Cannot say I have ever seen any there."

Aliraswaen softly continues, "In Ta'Nalfein, where refinement is expected and gardens are often judged as much as gowns, the hollyhock holds a strange place."

Aliraswaen smiles quietly to herself.

Aliraswaen says, "It is seen as rustic by some. Sturdy. Perhaps even coarse. But I argue otherwise. There is grace in its reach. Poise in its persistence."

Aliraswaen affirms, "The hollyhock does not demand beauty it becomes it."

Aliraswaen picks up an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt from alongside her.

Aliraswaen says, "I've gathered my reflections, woven through with a tale from the Nieliran coast, in a book titled The Hornet and the Hollyhock. It is part fable, part meditation, and fully a love letter to the way wildness and grace often reside side by side. Copies are available to you all, with my compliments. I hope it may plant a little seed of delight, or curiosity, or wonder."

Aliraswaen offers Rohese an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt.

Rohese accepts Aliraswaen's suede tome.

Aliraswaen offers you an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

Missoni appreciatively says, "How generous."

Aliraswaen nods at Rohese.

Rohese holds an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt in her hand close to her body.

Aliraswaen smiles.

[Aliraswaen gives everyone a tome]

You accept Aliraswaen's offer and are now holding an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt.

You incline your head.

You say, "This is very kind, thank you."

>L tome
Corbeau green marked in gilt lettering decorates the edge of the spine, transitioning to burgundy-black on the back and cover beyond a clearly delineated line of silver. Decorative embossing upon the flat plane of the cover creates the raised impression of hollyhock stalk, its upper section still furled while its middle is in full bloom. Faenor-hued paint create a sheen of color near the upper right corner where a hornet rests. The words "The Hornet and the Hollyhock" stretch across the lower section.

Tikba politely says, "Thank you very much."

Imrys murmurs, "How lovely. Thank you for sharing your work with us."

Speaking to Gilenir, Ionlas whispers aloud, "Will you read it to me, too?"

Speaking to Aliraswaen, Aubriella says, "Oh, thank you."

Eruien gives a sidelong glance at Ionlas.

Speaking pointedly to Ionlas, Gilenir says, "But you're literate."

>read my tom
The Hornet and the Hollyhock

Introduction ................................... 2
The Hollyhock .................................. 4
The Hornet ..................................... 7
Signals in Bloom and Stone ..................... 15
In the Nest of Stories ......................... 22
In Word and Warning ............................ 29
Closing Reflections ............................ 36
Page 1

Vanathys just nudged Gilenir.

Vanathys whispers something to Gilenir.

Ionlas frowns.

Gilenir says, "Oh."

Speaking to Gilenir, Ionlas says, "Yes, I suppose I am."

Speaking to Ionlas, Gilenir says, "I mean... yes."

Gilenir surreptitiously glances at Vanathys.

Vanathys gazes up into the heavens.

Eruien mutters, "Smooth."

Vanathys says, "Thank you. This will be excellent for my collection."

Rohese smiles at Vanathys.

Rohese giggles softly at Eruien.

[Arboretum, Arboreal Gallery]

Verdant-curtained foliage drapes across the fallen arboreal forms scattered along the forest floor, the various trunks and elongated branches sculpted around the archways encircling the dome. Vibrantly colored toadstools encircle the moss-covered tables nestled into the soil, the clusters framed by branch-crafted easels and twine-hung yll'suta. Birdsong echoes throughout the area, the avians hidden amongst the canopy of greenery set high above. You also see an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt, a low oval planter sporting white and lavender hollyhocks, a yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake with a wild mane of cobalt briar hair, a lazy wild deep red dog, a vexed wasteland spirit that is flying around, a large vibrant harlequin macaw parrot and a green-eyed ridge caracal.

Also here: Loremaster Rohese who is sitting, Bathcwyn Missoni who is sitting, Lord Gilenir who is sitting, Rivienne, Tikba who is sitting, Imrys who is sitting, Lord Ionlas who is sitting, Aubriella who is sitting, Fleurs who is sitting, Vanathys who is sitting, Oirisu who is sitting, Arbeia who is sitting, Lord Eruien who is sitting, Aliraswaen, Stassy

Obvious paths: out

Speaking amusedly to Vanathys, Oirisu says, "Because they clearly are the same type of literature."

Aliraswaen continues, "Now, to the flower's habits. Hollyhocks are biennial, or sometimes short-lived perennials, depending on their treatment. They prefer full sun and well-drained soil, and though they grow tall, often taller than most elves I know, they begin in modest rosettes. Their strength, like that of so many things, is in what lies quietly at the base."

Gilenir grins wryly at Ionlas.

Ionlas leans softly against Gilenir.

Ionlas rolls his eyes.

Aliraswaen lightly says, "Some gardeners see their susceptibility to rust as a flaw, but I find it an invitation to companion plant, to rotate, to learn. Nature rarely gives us perfection without asking us to participate."

Speaking sheepishly to Aliraswaen, Rohese says, "And to think I pulled them all when I spotted rust."

Aliraswaen knowingly says, "And there is something rather dear about seeing bees and beetles nestle deep into those open blooms. They're almost cup-like. They hold things. Like stories. Or secrets."

You see Lord Eruien Lithavir the Living Canvas and Most Esteemed Representative of Ta'Loenthra.
He appears to be a Loenthra Elf.
He is tall and has a lithe body. He appears to be young and robust. He has subtly tilted, azure-flecked sea green eyes and unlined pale skin. He has long, silky ginger hair drawn into a loose half-braid by a loop of naefira-carved resaeun. He has a long, softly angled face, a straight nose and broad shoulders.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a translucent filament strung with a single drop of fused glass, a cropped sueded jacket dyed a rich larkspur blue hue, a deep-plunging charcoal brocade waistcoat cut short at the ribs over a sheer chiffon shirt veiled in floral embroidery across the chest, a finger-spanning coiled silver ring kissed with powdered amethyst, a pair of pearl grey twill trousers slit at the calves to reveal lace godets, and a pair of mirror-shined leather brogues with cutout vamps.

Aliraswaen politely inquires, "Would any of you like to ask a question? Or perhaps share a memory of hollyhocks in your own garden or another flower that, to you, holds the same sort of quiet, unexpected grace?"

(Rohese tentatively raises her hand.)

Vanathys glances at Rohese.

Rohese points at Vanathys.

Aliraswaen amusedly asks, "Come, surely you have favorites... Or why are we at this symbosium?"

Vanathys says, "Ladies first."

Rohese insistently says, "No, no, you were first."

Vanathys says, "I insist that you go first."

Rohese whines at Vanathys!

Rohese reluctantly says, "As you wish."

Rohese hesitantly says, "I'd like to share a rose, if I may."

Aliraswaen delightedly exclaims, "Of course!"

Rohese softly begins, "One of the common funeral customs in Ta'Illistim is the Selanair, which is as old as the Elven Houses themselves."

Rohese softly continues, "It means dusk's light and it is essentially the observance of displaying a deceased love one so those who wish to show their respect can do so."

Rohese smiles.

Rohese softly says, "This beautiful blossom, the asuleriel, is a unique variety of blue rose that represents peace and hope."

Rohese taps a pale-veined deep blue asuleriel, which is in her right hand.

Rohese softly says, "It is associated with such remembrance ceremonies and the petals often cover the form of the deceased."

Rohese softly says, "They're very rare in the wild but can be nurtured in gardens."

Rohese softly says, "This was grown in the rose garden at Ailanthus Manor out on Whistler's Pass."

Fleurs nods appreciatively.

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at her deep blue asuleriel.

Aliraswaen respectfully says, "It is a lovely specimen."

Rohese smiles at Aliraswaen.

Rohese softly says, "It has taken centuries of cultivation by the gardeners there and it is there pride and joy."

Oirisu looks thoughtfully at Vanathys.

Rohese softly exclaims, "Lumnis forfend anyone who attempts to pick them without permission!"

Rohese softly says, "And it is worth noting that a florist of any worth would never charge when being purchased for a deceased loved one."

Eruien begins chuckling at Rohese!

Rohese softly says, "They are always given freely."

Aliraswaen quietly says, "An amazing honor and gift."

Speaking to Rohese, Vanathys teases, "You said the same thing I was going to."

Speaking appreciatively to Aliraswaen, Rohese says, "It took a lot of persuasion to have this one."

Rohese softly says, "Ah, then I am sorry."

Aliraswaen understandingly says, "Well can I imagine."

Aliraswaen nods slowly.

Aliraswaen asks, "Did anyone else wish to share?"

Vanathys says, "I had a question."

Aliraswaen politely admonishes, "Please."

Aliraswaen thoughtfully says, "I imagine that some could, however, many tales are tied to its nature being a repelent for many demons. I suppose most planters and growers prefer it to remain in an un-refined state to ensure it does not lose these qualities."

Eruien stifles a yawn behind the back of his hand.

Missoni glances appraisingly at Aliraswaen.

Rohese surreptitiously glances at Eruien.

Rohese shakes her head at Eruien and clucks her tongue.

Tikba surreptitiously glances between Aliraswaen and Missoni.

Vanathys looks thoughtfully at Aliraswaen.

Aliraswaen says, "Let me see if I can find that..."

Vanathys says, "Superstitions getting in the way of progress..."

Vanathys says, "Interesting."

Aliraswaen says, "In the wake of the Sea Elf War, as Ta'Nalfein reeled from both shared grief and sharpened self-preservation, new symbols took root amid the scarred soil."

You interestedly ask, "Do the tales provide more detail on that repellent effect?"

Rohese looks thoughtfully at you.

Eruien gives a sidelong glance at you.

Missoni murmurs, "I wonder if that has been extensively tested."

Aliraswaen says, "A moment, I am trying to find the excerpt."

You twitch your darkened fingers in a display of your irritation.

Aliraswaen says, "It is a quiet defender, a symbol of survival, and a lingering echo of the dark tides that once swept near their shores."

Aliraswaen says, "Ah, here it is."

Aliraswaen clearly reads, "Favored for its height and fragrance, the blossom was said to aggravate the senses of certain demons, encouraging them to wander away. Whether apocryphal or true, its planting near thresholds and walls became a ritual not of beauty alone, but of unseen defense and memory. In the preservation of life, the hollyhock found purpose. In the preservation of dignity, it found a lasting place in Nalfein hearts."

Aliraswaen says, "You say superstition, I say tradition."

Speaking to Aliraswaen, Vanathys says, "A fair enough distinction, I think."

Vanathys says, "A tradition I do not hold, of course. Perhaps I will make some attempts of my own, then."

Speaking to Aliraswaen, Vanathys says, "That was my only question."

Aliraswaen says, "As you see fit, though I would caution that not all perenials like to be tampered with."

Speaking softly to herself, Rohese notes, "I must try and grow them again."

Aliraswaen says, "Sometimes, the simple rustic beauty is the best."

Speaking mildly to Aliraswaen, Vanathys says, "It is my specialty."

Aliraswaen politely says, "As you will, of course."

Aliraswaen inquires, "Did anyone else have a question or wish to shaer?"

Missoni raises her hand.

Missoni says, "I have always been fond of the peony. I suppose I do not have such a...ah... traditional reason."

Missoni says, "But its relationship with ants reminds me a bit of how the hornet and the hollyhock often work in tandem."

Speaking to Rohese, Missoni admits, "And also, the blooms are quite lush."

Missoni flushes slightly, some color reaching her cheeks.

Rohese nods enthusiastically at Missoni!

Aliraswaen says, "How intereting. I had not thought you one to be basheful, for that is its meaning, though its interaction and requirement of the ant is very synonymous of the Hollyhock."

Ionlas briefly glances at Gilenir's shoulder.

You see Lord Gilenir Veythorne Illistim.
He appears to be an Elf.
He is taller than average and has a muscular, able-bodied physique. He appears to be in the spring of life. He has vibrant hazel green eyes and tanned skin. He has short, tousled ashen blonde hair parted at a slant, leaving the unruly bangs to brush against the forehead. He has an angular face and well-defined cheekbones.
He is in good shape.
He is holding an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt in his right hand.
He is wearing a gilt-marbled white jade signet draped from a waist-cut chain, a jaw-framing blue jacquard collar affixed with twin brooches, a broad-shouldered doublet of smoked sapphire blue maedatha over a deep-cut vellum ivory silk tunic, some charcoal-tinted mykal trousers cinched down each hip, and a pair of suede-cuffed ebon suede knee-boots.

Aliraswaen says, "They have such a delicate fragrance to them, not showy or heady but light and fragile."

Speaking to Aliraswaen, Missoni says, "Yes, I do like that they are not overpowering in a garden."

Rivienne raises her hand.

You add, "And they bloom quite early, which I look forward to each spring."

Aliraswaen smiles at you.

Rivienne says, "Your fondness for the hollyhock, a flower that many find common or rustic, reminds me of my own fondness for dandelions, which most consider and outright nuisance."

Aliraswaen asks, "But don't then go to seed with such a charming nature?"

Rohese nods in agreement.

Aliraswaen delightedly says, "The little seeds on the wind, the childhood memories of endearing wishes and hopes."

Rivienne says, "They are like a small sun that refuses to be forgotten. Even when it's pulled up, it returns, not out of spite but because it persists, even through the cracks in cobblestones."

Rohese softly exclaims, "Like tiny fairies!"

Aliraswaen says, "Yes, they are definitely resilient."

Rivienne says, "Not to mention all the wishes they've carried for me."

Aliraswaen says, "We have given them the meaning of "respect and chivalry" or 'spiritual"."

Aliraswaen smiles at Rivienne.

Aliraswaen says, "I once saw a painting, it was in only three colors.... the lower right of the painting was awash in golden yellow, and the dandelion took center stage, a slash through its center to show its duality of growth. The lower half was it in full bloom, the other half was it going to seed and being tugged by a gentle wind that carried its cypselae up to the right corner..."

Aliraswaen says, "The seeds transformed near the top into dark birds."

Aliraswaen says, "It was title: When wishes turn to wings."

Missoni lightly says, "How clever."

You cock your head.

Eruien nods approvingly.

Aliraswaen says, "Such a lovely, persistent flower."

Aliraswaen says, "Thank you for sharing."

Aliraswaen asks, "Did anyone else have one?"

Fleurs raises her hand.

Fleurs says, "I am especially fond of the plumeria. Lush, fragrant, and tropical, it always reminds me of good times. I find the scent very relaxing."

Aliraswaen says, "And it is such an amazing specimen as it almost seems fake due it its almost waxy petals."

Rivienne says, "Their blossoms are always so perfect, they almost seem fake."

Rivienne nods at Aliraswaen.

Aliraswaen smiles at Rivienne.

Fleurs glances between Rivienne and Aliraswaen.

Fleurs grins.

Aliraswaen says, "They have such gradient change to them, too."

Ionlas says, "I'm not sure if you've noticed this, but the blossoms almost seem fake."

Aliraswaen says, "Always almost blushed with other hues."

Ionlas's face breaks into a cheeky grin.

Eruien gives a sidelong glance at Ionlas.

Eruien just nudged Ionlas.

Rivienne begins chuckling at Ionlas!

Aliraswaen says, "I do appreciate their spiced undertones. A lovely citrus pop...."

You see Rivienne Mandaire Loenthra of the Shining City.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is subtle in stature and has a balletic body. She appears to have come of age. She has demure violet eyes and lightly tanned skin. She has long, undulant starling black hair that falls to shadow her form. She has a fine-boned face and narrow, delicately pointed ears. Her aspect embodies a fluid symmetry of sharp angles and gentle curves.
She is in good shape.
She is holding an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt in her right hand.
She is wearing a vial-shaped glass pendant containing a preserved emerald green leaf, a gilded silk cincher over a green silk kaftan patterned with a fall of botanical-interspersed arabesques, a vine-wrought gold handflower, and some golden leather thong sandals.

Speaking politely to Arbeia, Aliraswaen inquires, "What is the blossom you hold so dearly?"

Arbeia says, "Oh."

Arbeia glances at a budding pale yellow creosote flower in her hand.

Arbeia asks, "This?"

Arbeia says, "This is a creosote flower."

Arbeia says, "From the desert."

Arbeia says, "I always think of home when I have this with me... for..."

Arbeia says, "When the monsoons come."

Aliraswaen says, "Such a delicate, small bloom."

Arbeia says, "They release the most amazing smell."

Arbeia smiles.

Aliraswaen asks, "May I?"

Arbeia offers Aliraswaen a budding pale yellow creosote flower.

Aliraswaen accepts Arbeia's yellow creosote flower.

Aliraswaen sniffs at her yellow creosote flower.

Aliraswaen says, "Hmmm..."

Aliraswaen thoughtfully says, "Musky...."

Aliraswaen sniffs at her yellow creosote flower.

Arbeia says, "The air fills with that smell after the rains come."

Aliraswaen says, "Almost like fres--- yes."

Aliraswaen offers Arbeia a budding pale yellow creosote flower.

Arbeia accepts Aliraswaen's yellow creosote flower.

Arbeia turns over her yellow creosote flower.

Speaking to Vaelani, Aliraswaen asks, "Did I remember that you raised your hand?"

Speaking encouragingly to Vaelani, Aliraswaen asks, "Had you a bloom to share?"

Speaking jokingly to Vanathys, Oirisu says, "We'll end up with more perfume notes at this rate."

Speaking to Oirisu, Fleurs says, "You can never have too much perfume."

Vaelani tentatively says, "Yes... I was going to mention red feather clover. I'm afraid I don't have one on me to share, but I can best describe it as looking like pinky crimson fox tails when they bloom."

Speaking to Oirisu, Vanathys whispers aloud, "Perhaps a seasonal line at some point."

Oirisu leans softly against Vanathys.

Speaking to Vaelani, Aliraswaen says, "I believe we call those trifoliums."

Vaelani nods at Aliraswaen.

Aliraswaen says, "They rather resemble the thistle in many ways."

Aliraswaen says, "Their tops are silver and white tipped, much like a fox tail as you said."

Vaelani nods in agreement.

Aliraswaen says, "They have a subtly herbaceous smell and a sweet honey-ness to them."

Missoni curiously says, "Where do they grow? I am not certain I have seen them."

Speaking happily to Vaelani, Aliraswaen says, "I lovely bloom indeed."

Aliraswaen says, "They are typically a glade plant, if my memory is any good."

Missoni says, "I shall be more observant."

Aliraswaen asks, "Did anyone else have anything to share?"

Aliraswaen offers Vaelani an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt.

Vaelani accepts Aliraswaen's suede tome.

Speaking to Vaelani, Aliraswaen says, "I think I missed you when we were handing these out."

Aliraswaen says, "Thank you. Every story shared reminds me that gardens are as much about memory as they are about soil. And the hollyhock, for all its humble roots, is a memory keeper."

Fleurs happily says, "I do love flowers, of all types."

Aliraswaen continues, "It grows beside kitchens, beneath bedroom windows, along roads where loved ones once walked."

Missoni applauds Aliraswaen warmly.

Aliraswaen says, "So, I thank you again for your time, your presence, and your willingness to walk this short garden path with me. May you find beauty in the ordinary. May you nurture what rises quietly beside you."

Aliraswaen offers, "And may your hollyhocks grow tall."
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===An Introduction to the Quiet Beauty of Night Gardens -- Lady [[Rivienne]] Mandaire Loenthra===
<pre{{log2}}>
Rivienne says, "Alright then, I'll get started."

You see Rivienne Mandaire Loenthra of the Shining City.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is subtle in stature and has a balletic body. She appears to have come of age. She has demure violet eyes and lightly tanned skin. She has long, undulant starling black hair drawn into fluid whorls ensnaring a lustrous full moon ornament before spilling in waves down the back. She has a fine-boned face and narrow, delicately pointed ears. Her aspect embodies a fluid symmetry of sharp angles and gentle curves.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a tiny arathiel sphere illuminating the hollow of the throat, a corseted jet silk coat swept back at the hips into a composed train, a sleeveless tulle gown descending in drifts of ivory chiffon, and a pair of almond leather slippers on sculpted bone heels.

Arbeia turns to face Rivienne.

Wylnar plops down to the ground in a sitting position.

Your face goes blank.

Rivienne begins, "As light falls away, the world grows both sharper and softer, and our senses rise to meet the darkness."

Lissaya's eyes glaze over as she stares, unfocused, into the distance.

Arbeia nods to Wylnar in greeting.

You give a sidelong glance at Wylnar.

You see Wylnar the Shadowbroker.
He appears to be a Half-Elf from Ta'Vaalor.
He is average height and has a lithesome, nimble build. He appears to be an adult. He has kohl-lined jade green eyes and ghostly pale skin. He has waist-length, silken white blonde hair threaded sparsely with leather beads and left to flow freely over his broad shoulders. He has an angular face, a scar-crossed, straight nose and subtly pointed ears.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a vivid pink linen cape with arabesque-stitched edging, a multi-strapped onyx suede harness over some sleek ebon shadarl armor banded in tonal suede, a pair of stygian half-gloves, a niello silver signet worn on the right pinky, a black leather tool kit, and some thin black leather boots wrapped in dark linen scraps.

Rivienne says, "Scent unfurls in the cooling air, carried more potently as the humidity increases. Sound, too, stretches farther, unbroken and unbothered by the hum of day."

Wylnar reclines back, supporting himself on his palms.

Rivienne thoughtfully asserts, "Darkness asks something of us. Few are taught how to move within it, how to relate to it. More often, we are taught to banish it."

Lissaya shifts her eyes to Rivienne.

Wylnar nods in agreement at Rivienne.

Rivienne says, "But darkness is not an absence. It is a force, a subtle shaping hand that turns familiar land into a foreign country. It is a balm, a companion to light rather than its enemy."

Rivienne calmly explains, "And shadows, far from being voids, are proof of presence. The way light flows around form, the way ripples reveal stones beneath a river."

Bathcwyn Missoni flounces through an arched duo of stained glass doors leading to the walkway amidst a diffuse cloud of prismatic glitter.

Wylnar waves to Missoni.

Rivienne lightly says, "I was raised on a Loenthran estate known for its perfumers' craft, where vast fields of botanicals were cultivated for distillation and trade, but the gardens closest to the house were created for something more personal."

Missoni glances appraisingly at Wylnar.

Missoni gives a short little hum of surprise.

Lissaya gazes forlornly at Missoni.

Rivienne recalls, "I remember my parents spending many of their evening hours together, walking the paths as the night breeze carried shifting waves of scent to meet them."

Rivienne shares, "They would pause beneath an arbor or lean over a cluster of blooms, exchanging thoughts about which notes might blend well or which fragrances would linger or vanish too quickly."

Rivienne says, "Aspiring poets, musicians, and painters under our family's patronage would wander those paths in search of inspiration, sit beneath a lantern to practice their work, or even weep quietly when their art betrayed them."

Wylnar furtively glances at Lissaya.

Rivienne smiles slightly.

You glance down.

Missoni nods sympathetically at Lissaya.

Rivienne explains, "These night gardens, interspersed across the grounds, belonged to everyone in the household."

Lissaya appears to be ignoring everything going on around her.

Rivienne wistfully murmurs, "And the parties...they belonged to the night. We would line the paths with foxfire, just enough to make the gardens glow like something enchanted."

Rivienne softly reminisces, "Somewhere in the dark, a quartet would play, and always, the perfume of the gardens, wild and shifting, would thread itself into the evening."

Missoni gazes with interest at Rivienne.

Wylnar looks thoughtfully at Rivienne.

Ionlas lets out a soft, wistful sigh.

Rivienne reflectively adds, "It always felt, to me, as though the garden itself was hosting the gathering, and we were simply guests."

Rivienne measuredly says, "Around nine elven, our sense of smell naturally sharpens, almost as if the body is tuned to meet the moment when night-blooming flowers begin to release their perfume. The effect feels intentional, like a signal."

(Rivienne lets a smile linger.)

Rivienne knowingly remarks, "The finest night gardens hold their fragrance just beyond reach, letting it drift in waves rather than overwhelm."

Wylnar lets his gaze wander over to you, his attention lingering for a few beats, one pale brow slightly arched.

Rivienne says, "Clusters of scented plants are arranged near seating areas so that each breeze carries a different note, a subtle composition of layered aromas."

Rivienne explains, "Container plants make this art easier, allowing scents to be moved and rearranged as the season shifts, or as one note grows too dominant."

Rivienne notes, "Herbs, sharp, green, and grounding, are part of the design, tempering the sweetness of white blossoms and adding a crisp edge that keeps the garden's breath alive and balanced."

Rivienne thoughtfully states, "The shape of a night garden is defined first by its structure. Hedges, topiary, trees, and shrubs lend the garden a sense of age and permanence, the kind of maturity that makes a garden feel lived in."

Rivienne says, "Paths and patios frame how it is walked, while arbors and lattices rise to lift climbing plants into moonlight."

Lissaya surreptitiously glances at you.

Rivienne notes, "Movement is part of the design, the rustle of grasses bending in the breeze, the faint chime of wind bells, or the mirrored flicker of candlelight in a shallow basin of water. Every element is placed not just for beauty, but to invite pause."

Rivienne evenly says, "Lighting in a night garden is meant to guide, never to dazzle. A single lantern, or the low flicker of candles, can soften the edges of every shape, making faces glow, skin luminous, and eyes catch the light."

Rivienne continues, "The placement of light becomes an art in itself. Grazing light brushed against textured stone, uplighting that gives a tree subtle majesty, shadowing that turns a statue into a silhouette on the wall."

Rivienne states, "Moonlighting, hung high in the overstory of branches, mimics the pale dapple of a clear night. Especially when the sky is overcast. The trick is restraint. To light only what needs to be seen, and let darkness carry the rest."

Missoni smiles.

Rivienne says, "The plants of a night garden are chosen for the way they transform in the dark. Whites, silvers, and pale hues seem to hold the light, while blues and violets deepen into something luminous under the stars."

Wylnar nods approvingly.

Vanathys looks thoughtfully at Rivienne.

Rivienne removes a richly pleated eburnean moonflower from in her jet silk coat.

Rivienne says, "A hedge of yew or other dark foliage serves as a backdrop, making its pale blooms appear to glow. Night-blooming jasmine climbs arbors and trellises, releasing its heady perfume in intervals."

(Rivienne idly traces the moonflower's soft petals as she speaks, her words unhurried.)

Rivienne says, "Tuberose, the 'mistress of the night', sends up spires of fragrance while moonflowers unfurl in a sudden rush, their large, white petals open for only one night before they close forever."

(Rivienne unfurls her fingers into an open palm, splaying them briefly before closing them back into a soft fist.)

Rivienne says, "Silver leaves of lavender, lamb's ear, and white sage catch light like brushed metal, and add herbal notes and a dry spice to the melange."

Rivienne remarks, "You are likely all familiar with petunias, yet may not realize that their sweet vanilla-like fragrance is released almost exclusively at night."

Arbeia smiles.

Rivienne put a richly pleated eburnean moonflower in her jet silk coat.

Rivienne says, "Honeysuckle, too, softens into its full sweetness after dusk, weaving threads of scent through the cooler air."

Rivienne adds, "Evening primrose and night phlox, flowering tobacco and heliotrope, wisteria and nightshades, each one adding its own note to the symphony. The plants are planned to blossom in succession, so that each evening offers something new."

Rivienne continues, "A night garden lives not only through its plants but through the creatures it draws."

Rivienne removes a marbled green luna moth from in her jet silk coat.

Rivienne says, "Moths, pale-winged and restless, are guided by fragrance and the steady light of the moon. Other light sources confuse them, but in the darkness of a true night garden, they follow their ancient rhythms, pollinating far more widely than bees."

Ionlas glances at Gilenir.

Rivienne explains, "Every moth is bound to a plant, often a tree, that completes its life cycle. Without it, the moth cannot exist. This luna moth, for instance, begins and ends its life entwined with the persimmon tree. Its larvae feed on its leaves, and it took its first flight from its boughs. The tree and the moth are part of one anothers story."

Ionlas squints at Gilenir.

Eruien gazes at Rivienne.

(Rivienne tilts the moth slightly, tracing the arc of an eye spot with a hovering fingertip.)

Rivienne observes, "The markings on their wings are often quiet warnings, mimicking the unblinking eyes of snakes or the wide gaze of owls, reminders of what else moves in the night."

Gilenir nods sagely at Ionlas.

Ionlas folds his arms over his chest as he leans back in his chair.

Rivienne says, "Fireflies appear as living sparks, rising and falling, each species flashing in a pattern as unique as a signature."

(Rivienne slowly uncups her hands, revealing the steady blue glow of a ghost firefly.)

Arelder gazes in wonder at Rivienne.

Rivienne states, "This is a unique species of firefly, called a blue ghost. Unlike the golden flicker of common fireflies, their light is a steady, ethereal blue that can last for nearly a minute at a time. They do not flash in patterns but drift like will-o'-wisps through the dark, their glow constant and haunting."

Wylnar reclines back even further, propped up on his elbows now as he listens to the lecture.

(Rivienne remains unfazed as the firefly slips free of her cupped hands, its light weaving upward before it veers toward the faintly glowing arathiel at her throat.)

Rivienne explains, "In certain places, entire colonies of fireflies flash in perfect unison, as though a single pulse runs through them all. It is not a strict rhythm but a wave, like candlelight being passed from one to another, flowing through the dark. The more they gather, the more their lights align, until an entire swath of forest or meadow seems to breathe, inhaling light, exhaling shadow."

Rivienne remarks, "Which, in a way, is exactly what they do. When they draw breath, compounds within their bodies meet the air and ignite, glowing until they release it again."

(Rivienne cuts short the firefly's flirtation with the arathiel and slips it back into her coat.)

Rivienne put a tiny lucent blue ghost firefly in her jet silk coat.

Rivienne says, "Glowworms weave a faint steady glow along moss beds or damp crevices, while foxfire, which refers to more than a single species of bio-luminescent fungi, lines fallen branches or old logs."

Rivienne says, "These glows are subtle but they lend the garden a sense of being alive. The presence of these creatures is proof of balance, a sign that the garden is part of something greater."

Rivienne says, "Water brings both movement and reflection to a night garden. A still, dark-lined pool can mirror the stars, becoming a moongazing basin."

Rivienne says, "Fountains and spills of water soften noise from beyond garden walls and the drift of floating candles moves the light."

Rivienne says, "The sky, too, is part of the design. Openings in the canopy frame constellations, and telescopes invite guests to look upward. Even circular paths and garden features can be arranged to echo the passage of the moons. A nod to the idea, as above, so below."

(Rivienne moves her hand, using her fingertips to trace the line of an invisible circle in the air before her.)

Rivienne says, "The influence of the moons stirs both groundwater and growth, and the night garden, like the tides, responds to their phases."

Rivienne elaborates, "Their shifting cycles set the pace for planting, tending, and harvesting, especially for botanicals meant for magical or alchemical use."

Rivienne warns, "No planting is done on the day or night of the new moon, when energy is unsettled and the pull is at its lowest."

Rivienne says, "As the moon begins to wax, so do the plants, drawing in moisture and strength, marking the the time to sow seeds and encourage new growth."

Rivienne notes, "The full moon is a moment of culmination, its broad light drawing water to the surface of the soil, making it the ideal time for harvesting botanicals at their peak potency."

Rivienne says, "As the moon wanes, the garden enters a phase of release and preparation. Pruning, clearing, and readying for the next cycle."

Rivienne says, "Thank you for listening, for walking this garden path with me in thought and memory."

Wylnar sits up straight.

Wylnar applauds Rivienne.

Arbeia applauds politely.

Rivienne shares, "I believe every scent carries a story, and a night garden tells a new story with every nightfall."

Rivienne proudly states, "In Loenthra, some of us hold that the highest art is to become a muse unto others."

Speaking to Rivienne, Ionlas says, "I need one now."

Rivienne gently concludes, "If my words have stirred something in you, a wish to create or to see the ordinary differently, then my purpose here is complete."

Vanathys agrees with Ionlas.

Eruien applauds Rivienne.

You applaud Rivienne warmly.
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===Pruned, Twisted, and Bewitched: An Overview of Magically Altered Flora -- Professor [[Vanathys|Vanathys Ravistel]] Vaalor===
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Vanathys begins, "Good afternoon. I'm Vanathys Ravistel, Royal Botanist to Ta'Vaalor. Today, we will discuss an overview of magical plant alteration, touching briefly on a range of techniques, their theoretical bases, and ethical implications."

Ionlas gazes at Vanathys.

Arbeia turns an inquisitive ear toward Vanathys.

Vanathys glances at a rectangular slate board propped on an easel.

You gaze with interest at Vanathys.

Vanathys says, "A brief outline is available on the board."

>read board

In the Common language, it reads:

Pruned, Twisted, and Bewitched:
An Overview of Magically Altered Flora

I. Techniques
A. Symbiotic Grafting
B. Elemental or Spiritual Infusion
C. Rune-Grafting
D. Transpositional Binding
E. Emotional or Empathetic Imprinting
II. Inheritance
III. Ethics and Sentience

Vanathys points out, "This is meant to be more of a survey to establish a foundational knowledge rather than an exhaustive exploration of the topic."

Lissaya shifts her eyes to a rectangular slate board propped on an easel.

Vanathys folds his hands behind his back.

Ibar takes a moment to observe a rectangular slate board propped on an easel.

Vanathys says, "The first technique will be perhaps the most familiar to you, as it can also be done to lesser effect without magic--symbiotic grafting."

Eruien glances at Ionlas.

Vanathys explains, "Symbiotic grafting is favored by nature-attuned practitioners, druids, and the Greengair. It's considered the gentlest of techniques, as it involves binding compatible plants together using naturally aligned magical fields."

[Arboretum, Arboreal Gallery]
Verdant-curtained foliage drapes across the fallen arboreal forms scattered along the forest floor, the various trunks and elongated branches sculpted around the archways encircling the dome. Vibrantly colored toadstools encircle the moss-covered tables nestled into the soil, the clusters framed by branch-crafted easels and twine-hung yll'suta. Birdsong echoes throughout the area, the avians hidden amongst the canopy of greenery set high above. You also see a flying black portfolio, a vexed wasteland spirit that is flying around, a large vibrant harlequin macaw parrot, a yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake covered in star anises, a lazy wild deep red dog, a green-eyed ridge caracal, a rectangular slate board propped on an easel and a low oval planter sporting white and lavender hollyhocks.
Also here: Ibar who is sitting, Adjutant Yunni, Rivienne who is sitting, Tikba who is sitting, Loremaster Rohese who is sitting, Stassy, Feriae who is sitting, Lord Gilenir, Aubriella who is sitting, Fleurs who is sitting, Oirisu who is sitting, Bathcwyn Missoni who is sitting, Riend who is sitting, Miss Lissaya who is sitting, Arbeia who is sitting, Lord Eruien who is sitting, Lord Ionlas who is sitting, Vanathys
Obvious paths: out

Vanathys eloquently says, "Rather than forcing traits from one onto the other, it encourages mutual adaptation over time through shared root systems, entwined stems, or joined vascular systems."

Vanathys offhandedly notes, "I've found growth cycles and lunar or seasonal conditions can affect the success rate, though the exact conditions required vary by plant."

Vanathys suggests, "It's best to keep a detailed log of your attempts."

Vanathys shares, "Symbiotic grafting relies on the principle of life resonance or the idea that living organisms with compatible energetic rhythms can merge gradually without trauma."

Eruien squints at Vanathys.

Eruien whispers something to Ionlas.

You see Lord Eruien Lithavir the Living Canvas and Most Esteemed Representative of Ta'Loenthra.
He appears to be a Loenthra Elf.
He is tall and has a lithe body. He appears to be young and robust. He has subtly tilted, azure-flecked sea green eyes and unlined pale skin. He has long, silky ginger hair drawn into a loose half-braid by a loop of naefira-carved resaeun. He has a long, softly angled face, a straight nose and broad shoulders.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a translucent filament strung with a single drop of fused glass, a cropped sueded jacket dyed a rich larkspur blue hue, a deep-plunging charcoal brocade waistcoat cut short at the ribs over a sheer chiffon shirt veiled in floral embroidery across the chest, a finger-spanning coiled silver ring kissed with powdered amethyst, a pair of pearl grey twill trousers slit at the calves to reveal lace godets, and a pair of mirror-shined leather brogues with cutout vamps.

Rohese lowers her gaze.

Vanathys says, "Unlike sorcerous grafting, which we will discuss later, this process fosters balance and longevity, albeit the results can take time to manifest."

Gilenir nods in agreement.

Vanathys says, "This symbiotic grafting can be used to build disease or weather-resistant hybrids, share resources between plants with different root depths, and amplify the traits of hybrid plants through this harmony."

Yunni looks lost in thought.

Vanathys paces before the crowd as he gets more into the lecture, his hands talking with him.

Vanathys says, "An example of symbiotic grafting that is done with and without magic is apple and pear grafting. These fruit trees are closely aligned genetically, and as such, they have been successfully grafted onto shared rootstocks and harmonize quite well."

Vanathys says, "While symbiotic grafting is a slow process intended for long-term use, there are other methods that will return results quite quickly, albeit temporarily."

Rohese cocks her head at Vanathys.

Vanathys adds, "The first, and perhaps most common, is through elemental or spiritual infusion. This is most closely aligned to how the Farming Circles of magic work."

Vanathys asks, "Anyone here from an agricultural family?"

Speaking to Tikba, Vanathys says, "You will likely be familiar with some of this."

Vanathys nods at Rivienne.

Vanathys explains, "Those aligned with elemental or spiritual manas may induce temporary changes in plants by exposing them to controlled magical fields, typically in saturation."

Vanathys continues, "There are innumerable ways to do this, but in all cases, the magical energy must be gradually introduced in low doses to avoid a violent reaction from the plant's essence. After all, infusions rely on resonance harmonization with the plant's natural energy."

Vanathys holds up two fingers and slowly pinches them together until they are almost touching.

Vanathys says, "Slow and steady, as they say."

Vanathys evenly elaborates, "Individual practitioners will typically use a spell circle or a channeling apparatus aligned with their chosen element or spiritual frequency, alongside catalytic materials. Depending on the plant, the changes intended, and the plant's temperament, this can be a long and exhausting process, taking anywhere from minutes to hours."

Vanathys says, "In a larger farming setup, generally much of this becomes automated through the use of attuned crystals bound to the mana flows that give off a low, steady stream of energy to the plants."

(Rohese gives you a slight nod with a hopeful smile.)

Vanathys says, "The intended changes include accelerated growth, elemental or disease resistance, or sometimes even bioluminescence."

Vanathys says, "If you are into glowing plants, at least."

Vanathys notes, "This interaction does not restructure the plant's core essence, it is more of an overlay, so the effects are not enduring beyond the magical influence, and as such, not inheritable."

Vanathys continues, "Where symbiotic grafting and elemental or spiritual infusion are more flow magic, rune-grafting is a more rote form of flora manipulation."

Vanathys clears his throat.

Vanathys says, "Transitory in nature, this is most commonly completed on trees or shrubs, though it can be done on other types of plants if the surrounding soil is used or they have a taproot or some other larger structure to work on."

Vanathys adds, "Cacti are agreeable to this, for example."

Vanathys simply shares, "Though this is likely obvious, this method involves inscribing magical symbols or embedding enchanted runes into a plant's bark--or roots, or soil."

Vanathys emphatically says, "This can be used to great effect to enhance traits such as growth rate, environmental reactivity, or minor autonomous movement; essentially, you have turned the plant into a spellbook, so there are few limitations to what you can make it do, but it is far more specific and guided than in the prior, more naturally driven techniques."

Vanathys gives a sidelong glance at Oirisu.

Vanathys sheepishly admits, "The weeping willow at my estate once slapped anyone who lied nearby. Delightful at parties, really, though I can't say I enjoyed it when I was on the receiving end."

Oirisu appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Arbeia gawks at Vanathys.

Vanathys laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.

Missoni gazes in amusement at Vanathys.

Vanathys adds, "It was very, very sensitive to untruths."

Vanathys remarks, "But, eventually, and most fortunately, the bark grew over it."

Vanathys says, "This form of plant alteration must be constantly maintained, lest the plant outgrow them and the magic is lost."

Arbeia says, "Perhaps not use that on a cacti."

Arbeia says, "Being slapped by one would..."

Vanathys laughs!

Vanathys agrees with Arbeia.

Missoni glances over at Arbeia and winces.

Vanathys sweeps his gaze over the crowd, his demeanor becoming more serious.

Vanathys says, "The last two methods we'll discuss today are discussed purely in an intellectual capacity, as I do not suggest you ever use either of these techniques."

You glance at a rectangular slate board propped on an easel.

Missoni cocks her head.

Vanathys quietly inquires, "Have you ever seen a rose that grows from lichen and smells like grief?"

Vanathys grimly shares, "I have. Not by my hand, mind you, but it was a victim of transpositional binding."

Vanathys expounds, "Also known as sorcerous grafting, transpositional binding is an experimental method that utilizes minor planar rifts to graft traits between species or bind... external attributes."

Vanathys frowns.

Aubriella says, "That sounds dangerous."

Vanathys seriously warns, "The issue is that planar rifts do not ask permission. They do not ask for direction. They splice and scramble as they will. The results are... unpredictable and dangerous, albeit often memorable."

Rohese nods faintly.

Fleurs glances about with a look of concern on her face.

Vanathys says, "Transpositional binding typically results in spontaneous hybridization or unintended mutation. This is considered an extremely volatile practice."

Arbeia says, "Do not try this Missoni."

Rohese interestedly interjects, "I will actually be touching on that later."

Vanathys warningly adds, "It's also ethically questionable when involving unstable planes, which it often does."

Vanathys cautions, "Prolonged exposure to demonic valences may create hostile or predatory botanical forms. Most academic institutions severely restrict or completely ban this practice."

Arbeia quietly says, "A hostile cactus...."

Speaking to Arbeia, Missoni reassures, "I mostly only create planar rifts I can control."

Arbeia shudders.

Vanathys says, "On that serious note, the last method we'll discuss today seems most innocent and well-intentioned, perhaps particularly when juxtaposed with sorcerous grafting. However, it can be just as, if not at times more, controversial."

Vanathys warmly remarks, "Some botanists and other enthusiasts, usually those with soft hands and softer hearts, enjoy whispering, talking, singing, or praying to their plants."

Rohese softly giggles.

Vanathys evenly elaborates, "If intentionally driven by empathic projection or spiritual resonance, emotion can be imprinted into a plant. This is done through meditative or emotionally focused states to bond with the plant over prolonged and repeat periods of time."

Vanathys continues, "To condition the plant, the individual may then use a variety of techniques, including (but not limited to) aura synchronization, ritual verbalizations of stories or chanting, musical entrainment, or behavioral reinforcement."

Vanathys explains, "For example, a vine may learn to recoil from cruelty. A rose may be conditioned to bloom to music or laughter. It's gentler work."

Ionlas looks thoughtfully at Vanathys.

Vanathys grimly adds, "And sometimes, more dangerous."

Vanathys says, "You see, emotional or empathetic imprinting alters the plant's behavioral response matrix rather than its structure."

Vanathys paces slowly as he continues explaining.

Vanathys postulates, "This treads a fine line between adaptive behavior and... well, emergent cognition, straying precariously close to sentience and raising serious moral concerns."

Vanathys seriously reminds, "A flower that mourns when picked is not a success story."

Vanathys glances around the area.

Eruien nods slowly.

Lissaya shifts her weight.

Vanathys says, "On the note of altering structure and behaviors, let's briefly discuss inheritance."

Vanathys says, "Many ask, 'If I grow a luminous cabbage, will its seedlings grow?' The short answer is, no."

Vanathys chuckles.

Vanathys corrects, "Glow, even."

Vanathys amusedly adds, "The longer answer is still no, unless you are working ritualistically, repeatedly, and with enough time to convince the plant it was always that way."

Vanathys explains, "Generally speaking, a magical alteration is an overlay that exists atop the natural essence, not a genetic change."

Vanathys says, "Exceptions typically occur only with extensive, generational magical reinforcement."

Vanathys says, "Another exception is during major magical events. Think Maelshyve or Old Ta'Faendryl or Toullaire. Excessive exposure to high levels of magical energy will typically mutate any plants it does not kill, at an essential and genetic level, but this is not typically directed by an individual to obtain desired results."

Missoni adopts an agreeable expression.

Vanathys offhandedly theorizes, "The influx of energy at leylines could accelerate the acceptance of magical reinforcement, but this is still up for debate."

(Rohese perks up at the mention of leylines.)

Vanathys adds, "The inheritable effects of transpositional binding are still being studied by a highly regulated few, as the resulting plants are typically too unpredictable and dangerous to manage to breed."

Vanathys says, "...Minus the ones that repeatedly self-replicate at astonishing speed."

Vanathys says, "This brings us to the last topic--sentient flora and ethical concerns."

Vanathys jokes, "Let's be frank: If your azalea cries when you prune it, maybe don't."

Vanathys says, "Sentience in plants is rare, but not unheard of, particularly around high-energy regions near spiritual or elemental nexuses."

Missoni gazes in amusement at Vanathys.

Vanathys says, "Recognizable signs of sentience include reactive movement, vocalization, response to pain or praise, and memory-like behavior."

Vanathys jokingly says, "It may even scream at you or ask for a hug."

Vanathys glances at a yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake covered in star anises.

Vanathys emphasizes, "Ethically, the line is drawn at response to harm. A vine that recoils, whimpers, or heals itself is not merely alive--it's aware."

Vanathys pointedly repeats, "It's aware."

Vanathys instructs, "At this point, avoid forcing magical compliance--or what we often call sympathetic dominance. You should be treating cognitively responsive flora as living subjects with autonomy and potential rights."

Vanathys says, "That being said, I've provided the standard definitions for sentience as generally accepted in the botanical studies community. There are ethical debates even about that."

Vanathys gently notes, "Some believe all plants have a spirit or a soul, and as such, all could be considered sentient--essentially, not reacting as we expect to stimuli does not mean they are not having a response we cannot see or feel or hear. These people are generally opposed to magical alteration."

Vanathys carefully reminds, "In cultures where flora play religious or ancestral roles, this form of magic may be considered a sacrilege. As such, always consult local custom and spiritual doctrine before experimenting."

Vanathys warningly points out, "Finally, introducing awareness--whether you mean to or not--carries a moral responsibility."

Arbeia nods knowingly.

Lissaya wrinkles her nose.

Vanathys delicately reflects, "Is a flower that blooms only for praise truly bettered, or is it imprisoned by need?"

Vanathys raises an eyebrow.

Vanathys glances around the area.

Vanathys sincerely counsels, "Magical manipulation of plant life represents a delicate intersection of arcane methodology and natural order. It requires respect, restraint, and rigorous ethical consideration at all times."

Vanathys concludes, "Our role is not to dominate, but to collaborate with nature with both responsibility and humility."

Vanathys appreciatively says, "Thank you for your attention. I will now open the floor for questions."

Arbeia says, "What are your personal thoughts on...."

Arbeia asks, "The magical... root vegetables?"

Vanathys glances at a yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake covered in star anises.

Arbeia says, "Those odd little...singing ones."

Arbeia says, "No no."

Arbeia says, "Not the mandrakes."

Arbeia says, "The...potato."

Fleurs pets a budding sentient potato wearing a plush brown teddy bear costume.

Lissaya wrinkles her nose in distaste.

Vanathys says, "Oh, the potatoes..."

Arbeia nods at Vanathys.

Vanathys says, "I honestly have not studied them. I expect they are some form of transpositional binding that managed not to kill someone."

Vanathys says, "But, it is only an educated guess."

Vanathys asks, "Any other questions?"

Fleurs raises her hand.

Rohese raises her hand.

Fleurs asks, "Is the volatility of the plants in the Confluence due to the magical energy you speak of?"

Fleurs says, "Some of them can... explode... if mishandled."

Vanathys nods.

Fleurs nods understandingly.

Vanathys says, "Excessive exposure to high-levels of energy does multiple things to plants... If they are resilient enough not to expire, it tends to mutate them in violent ways."

Vanathys says, "They are more volatile, more resistant to damage or poor conditions..."

Vanathys says, "Exploding, poison, burning, rash-causing irritants... all more common."

Vanathys nods.

Arbeia shudders.

Vanathys says, "Particularly when, as mentioned with the elemental and spiritual infusion, it's not done slowly."

Yunni quietly murmurs, "Exploding?"

Vanathys says, "Saturation is possible but it needs to be gradual to avoid the reaction."

Fleurs says, "Oh, things shift in there all the time."

Fleurs nods in agreement.

Rohese wrinkles her nose.

Arbeia quietly says, "Exploding cacti..."

Speaking to Rohese, Vanathys asks, "Did you have a question?"

Speaking to Arbeia, Fleurs says, "Almost."

Rohese softly exclaims, "I do!"

Speaking softly to Vanathys, Rohese asks, "In the case of a grafting experiment that someone else is undertaking - where it is likely to take quite some time to complete - is it possible for another to take it over in their absence or would you recommend leaving that project to fend for itself - for want of a better term?"

Ibar whispers aloud, "As if i dont have to worry about exploding enough."

Speaking to Rohese, Vanathys says, "That's complicated and depends on your philosophical thought about the nature of plants on a more spiritual level."

Speaking quietly to Rohese, Feriae admits, "I've been watering it a bit when doing the rounds."

Arbeia fiddles with her mesquite case before lifting the latch and flipping the cover open.

Arbeia removes a diminutive camel-shaped topiary from in her mesquite case.

Speaking gratefully to Feriae, Rohese says, "Thank you."

Arbeia removes a pair of silver pruning shears from in her mesquite case.

Speaking to Rohese, Vanathys says, "I would say it's entirely possible, without issue, if you know what you are doing. However, there are many that think it would require some sort of spiritual bond with it, after it has been altered by another."

Arbeia prunes her topiary.

Arbeia smiles.

Speaking to Rohese, Vanathys says, "Also possible to take over, I would think, but you may need to do so more slowly, gently, and intentionally."

Rohese softly says, "I am inclined to tend it out of affection as it was - is - my husband's work."

Rohese softly says, "So with care then."

Speaking to Rohese, Vanathys says, "I would say that if the latter is true, then, that you are already a step ahead in the bond."

Fleurs says, "Watering seems quite gentle."

Vanathys asks, "Any other questions?"

Missoni raises her hand.

Eruien raises his hand.

Speaking appreciatively to Vanathys, Rohese says, "Thank you, I shall endeavour to live up to his intentions."

Speaking to Eruien, Vanathys says, "No."

Speaking to Missoni, Vanathys asks, "Yes, Missoni?"

Missoni gazes in amusement at Eruien.

Eruien laughs!

Oirisu surreptitiously glances at Eruien.

Missoni says, "You have mentioned that magical manipulation often has volatile effects, such as creating more poisonous specimens."

Speaking to Missoni, Vanathys says, "If done improperly, yes."

Oirisu whispers something to Eruien.

Speaking to Vanathys, Missoni asks, "Has such manipulation been used to make poisonous plants perhaps...safer?"

Speaking to Missoni, Vanathys says, "It absolutely has and can be done. Symbiotic grafting is a good way to handle it, but so is spiritual infusion."

Speaking to Missoni, you ask, "Would that be in pursuit of uncovering useful qualities that may be guarded beyond a perilous gate?"

Vanathys says, "It may be difficult to find a compatible symbiotic graft, but if you can find one that has natural properties that resist poison, it could be technically used to dampen rather than amplify the poisonous effects of the hybrid."

Speaking to you, Missoni says, "Yes, or even to address concerns in an ecosystem. If a monarch could eat something besides milkweed, perhaps such populations could be bolstered."

Vanathys says, "Otherwise, I would say you could use spiritual infusion to dampen them, but keep in mind that once the fruit or leaf or other structure is severed from the plant, it would likely lose that dampening effect."

Speaking to Missoni, Vanathys says, "However, it would work in that context."

Missoni nods thoughtfully at Vanathys.

You nod understandingly.

Aubriella says, "There are some berries and plants that naturally remove poison."

Speaking to Vanathys, Missoni asks, "That is quite fascinating. So once you plucked the berry from the magically altered plant, it would become poisonous again?"

Missoni says, "I suppose that does makes sense. The influence of the rune or other means of manipulation is gone."

Missoni leans forward and rests her chin in her hand, a thoughtful expression on her face.

Speaking to Missoni, Vanathys says, "It could. Though, there's a possibility if you start a continuous infusion from seeding, perhaps it would never formulate the poisonous aspects."

Missoni nods slowly.

Vanathys says, "I've never tried."

Vanathys says, "I probably will now."

Vanathys laughs!

Aubriella begins chuckling at Vanathys!

Speaking to Vanathys, Missoni exclaims, "I hope you will let us know how it goes!"

Vanathys says, "In truth, most of my work for Ta'Vaalor goes into building resistances for crop yields."

Speaking to Vanathys, Fleurs says, "It was nice knowing you."

Riend slowly empties her lungs.

Vanathys asks, "Any other questions, other than from Lord Lithavir?"

Arbeia begins chuckling at Vanathys!

Eruien says, "It was only mildly sarcastic."

Arbeia says, "Mildly."

Speaking softly to Eruien, Rohese commends, "Mildly is an improvement."

Vanathys says, "Excellent. If there are no other questions, I'll conclude so we have time to rest our brains before Rohese's upcoming lecture."
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===Verdant Symbiosis: Communion, Ritual and Reverence -- Lady Rohese Bayvel===
<pre{{log2}}>Rohese softly says, "Well, I've finished my tea so I don't have an excuse now."

Arbeia smiles at Rohese.

Rohese glances around the area.

Rohese softly greets, "Good afternoon, everyone!"

Yunni beams happily at Rohese!

Rohese folds her hands.

Rohese softly says, "In yesterday's lecture, we briefly explored how the sentience and survival of trees is interwoven with the lives of the smaller, often-overlooked flora and fauna that dwell in their leafy shade and furrowed bark."

Rohese softly says, "It would be remiss to speak of symbiosis and sentience within our forests without reflecting on our place in it..."

Rohese wrinkles her nose.

Rohese softly continues, "...how we also participate in the verdant orchestra of Elanthia."

Rohese softly remarks, "We are not merely observers of the wild, nor masters over it; we are collaborators, interpreters, and sometimes even supplicants."

Tikba looks thoughtfully at Rohese.

Rohese softly says, "Across Elanith, we have long cultivated bonds with the natural world; not only through stewardship, but through communion, ritual, and reverence."

Rohese softly says, "And it is this latter part that I wish to cover today."

Rohese brightly says, "Let us start close to home."

Rohese softly says, "Among the elves of Ta'Illistim, our relationship with trees is one of careful observation and scholarly deference."

Rohese softly informs, "We tend to view the world as a great library and trees are some of the books whereby we may read and see the traits attributed to the Arkati: their supposed power, wisdom, goodness, and malevolence."

Rohese softly adds, "For as trees are books, so likewise in the same sense they have a voice and speak plainly to us and teach us if we are willing to listen."

Rohese softly elaborates, "During our Udienaeun, we consult the language of leaf, bark and branch as we might consult a library, for trees have long memories, and their patterns of growth and flowering can reveal more than soil or season."

Rohese softly says, "Some among the Loremasters - particularly the palaeoreaders - practice dendromancy, the art of divination by the reading of bark fissures that are said to predict cycles of unrest or renewal."

Rohese softly says, "The glowbark tree in the Veythorne Manor grounds, beloved to me and woven deeply into my own work, has become both muse and oracle."

Rohese reaches out with a complex gesture and activates the panel of her agara-fae wristlet. Silvery white will-o'-wisps suddenly appear and dance in the air before coalescing and shifting into a majestic glowbark tree illusion.

Rohese purses her mouth, pondering a majestic glowbark tree illusion. The expression on her face speaks volumes.

Rohese softly says, "Its luminous canopy pulses brighter during times of emotional or magical turbulence, leading some to believe it responds to more than just moonlight."

Rohese softly says, "In Ta'Nalfein, the elves there, who are more attuned to cultivation and refinement, have preserved a courtly tradition of floromancy, using the arrangement, colour, and bloom-time of flowers for both communication and prediction."

Gilenir nods once.

Rohese softly says, "A blossom out of season is viewed as a subtle portent, while the emergence of a second bloom on a fading vine may be taken as a sign of renewal or resurgence."

Vanathys gives a sidelong glance at Oirisu.

Rohese smiles at Oirisu.

Speaking softly to Oirisu, Rohese says, "Perhaps you might share more on that some time."

Vanathys smiles quietly to himself.

Rohese softly says, "Nalfein terraced gardens are planted not just for aesthetic or alchemical use, but with patterns intended to resonate with prophetic dreams."

Oirisu nods briefly at Rohese.

Rohese softly says, "Their diviners often sleep in glass arboreta to receive such visions more clearly, surrounded by carefully curated flora."

Rohese softly says, "And it comes as no surprise that flora figures significantly in their Black Rose Decks."

Rohese removes a vine-edged hunter green deck painted with a black rose from in her linden case.

Ionlas murmurs, "Interesting."

Pulling the first card of the deck, Rohese slowly turns it over and presents it for all to see. The decorative placard has a tangled vine border sporting black tea roses, while the center colorfully displays the image of a pale dark yellow daffodil crown upon a long green stalk. After a brief moment, she carefully adds it to the bottom of her deck.

Rohese smiles.

Stassy says, "That sounds amazing."

Pulling the first card of the deck, Rohese slowly turns it over and presents it for all to see. The decorative placard has a tangled vine border sporting black tea roses, while the center colorfully displays the image of a delicate violet surrounded by wide leaves. After a brief moment, she carefully adds it to the bottom of her deck.

Rohese put a vine-edged hunter green deck painted with a black rose in her linden case.

Rohese softly says, "In contrast, the Ardenai elves of the Darkling Wood preserve a raw, ancient form of plant symbiosis, often centred around the deep groves of their homeland, as well as their more widely known custom of floral symbolism."

Rohese surreptitiously glances at Yunni.

Rohese softly says, "To them, all things speak, given the correct stillness to listen."

Rohese softly points out, "As well as Wind-sight - the simple release of natural debris and subsequent interpretation of its fall - they also practice rhyllomancy, an oral tradition of interpreting the creaks, groans, and leaf-fall of ancient trees."

Ibar surreptitiously glances at Yunni.

Rohese snaps out her hand with a complex gesture. An ethereal illusion of a sun-dappled forest glade appears above the palm of her hand, wavers briefly, and vanishes.

Rohese softly says, "Certain practitioners are known to sit unmoving beneath the same tree for days, awaiting the forest's reply to questions unspoken."

Rohese softly repeats, "Days!"

Rohese softly says, "Sylvans embody a more intuitive communion."

Rohese softly says, "Their seers listen to the rustle of wind through leaves or the cadence of falling pinecones."

Rohese softly says, "Some practice aeromancy by interpreting the spiral of windblown petals or the song of migratory birds overhead."

Rohese softly says, "I have been privileged to witness them drawing fate-lines in the dew of morning leaves and reading droplets like the starstones of the Burghal Gnomes spread upon a table."

Rohese softly says, "And we must not forget the Forest Gnomes, whose bond with the wild is as practical as it is magical."

Rohese softly continues, "They turn to lichenomancy or the "ohoc nuu," divining outcomes by the shape and spread of lichen on stones and fallen logs."

Rohese softly says, "The Inyexat, on the other hand, have perfected myco- and sporemancy, interpreting the growth patterns of fungi clusters or the colour of mycelial threads in the soil."

Rivienne smiles.

Rohese softly says, "It is said that some gnomes divine safe routes through the forest not with map or compass, but by watching how certain mosses curl when touched at dawn."

Rohese interestedly says, "Their bond with insects too is woven into their augury: a swarm's movement across a stump, or a single beetle pausing atop a seed, may mean more to a gnome than a hundred words."

Rohese wrinkles her nose.

Rohese softly says, "Together, these traditions form a kind of collective wisdom, diverse in method, united in intent."

Rohese softly says, "They remind us that nature is not passive matter, but a partner."

You nod slowly.

Rohese softly says, "It offers signs, patterns, and omens for those with the patience to perceive them."

Rohese softly says, "To read a tree's leaf is not so different from reading a rune."

Rohese smiles quietly to herself.

Rohese softly says, "To sit in close proximity to a Mother Tree in silence is to place one's trust in the world's older rhythms."

Rohese softly says, "Beyond their role in divination, the plants of Elanthia also offer us gifts more immediate and tangible..."

Rohese softly says, "...their virtues of healing, restoration, and gentle remedy."

Rohese softly says, "Long before empaths mastered the binding of flesh or bones, the forest offered poultices, tinctures, and infusions to soothe both the body, mind, and spirit."

Rohese softly says, "Though spell casting may offer swift cures, many still turn to herbal alchemy for its subtle touch and natural rhythm."

Rohese softly notes, "Basal moss, for example, grows on the bark of deciduous trees and can repair minor bruising, cuts and scrapes to the eyes and torso."

Missoni smiles.

Rohese softly says, "And red lichen, a symbiotic combination of algae and fungus, is often found crawling along the bark of fir trees."

Rohese softly informs, "When brewed as an infusion, it is a good cure for minor nerve damage."

Rohese softly says, "Magic breathes through stone, metal ore, and plant alike and our relationship to the natural world is never neutral."

Rohese softly says, "We are guests, yes, but also kin."

Rohese softly opines, "The trees may outlive us, but they remember our kindness or our neglect."

Rohese nods faintly.

Rohese reluctantly admits, "Though it is in my nature to dwell on harmony, beauty, and connection, I must turn now, however briefly, to the shadows that gather when such kinship is forgotten."

Arbeia raises an eyebrow in Rohese's direction.

You cock your head.

Rohese softly says, "Some ancient forests still bear the scars of war or over-zealous timber production."

Rohese softly laments, "The once-thriving groves beyond Talador's borders were reduced to nothing - not by axe, but by unchecked ambition and reckless magic."

Tikba nods somberly at Rohese.

Yunni winces.

Rohese sadly remarks, "I have wandered their ashen grey mounds, and I did not hear birdsong."

Arbeia reaches out and touches her silver locket.

Rohese tightly says, "There are also some that seek to twist nature by cross-breeding plants and other materials via mundane methods or chaotic magical tempering."

Rohese softly reminds, "Lord Ravistel touched on this earlier in his fascinating lecture."

(Rohese nods in acknowledgement to Vanathys.)

Aubriella glances at Vanathys.

Rohese disgustedly says, "Mutated weeping willows and thew bark trees, like the monstrosities in Goblyn's so-called garden, do not belong in this world."

Vanathys nods at Rohese.

Rohese softly says, "There are also those who walk blindly or boldly across hallowed ground."

Rohese snaps out her hand with a complex gesture. A stately lasimor tree illusion appears above the palm of her hand, wavers briefly, and vanishes.

Rohese thoughtfully says, "How many give thought to the rare and towering lasimor - with its deep and spiritual resonance - as they head through the forest to the Mistwatch shore."

Rohese softly points out, "The tree is a living embodiment of sacred geometry."

Rohese softly elaborates, "Its trunk, formed from the entwining of at least three distinct saplings, reflects the principle of unity through multiplicity; a triadic form resonant with Elanthia's most ancient magical symbology."

Rohese softly says, "The intertwining pattern of its growth and the spiral alignment of its bark is believed to align with ley energy."

Vanathys nods slightly.

Rohese softly discloses, "The largest recorded lasimor, formed from seven interwoven trunks, is considered to be a sacred expression of the septenary; symbolizing wholeness, harmony, and elven superiority."

Eruien looks thoughtfully at Rohese.

Rohese softly reminds, "There were originally seven Elven Houses."

Rohese softly notes, "And seven colossal modwir trees in Yuriqen."

Rohese softly says, "But not all harm is wrought from malice."

Rohese smiles.

Rohese softly says, "More often, it is the footfall that does not pause to listen, the flame lit for convenience without thought for what lies nearby."

Rohese softly assures, "Yet, in naming these things, I do not seek to scold but to remind."

Rohese softly says, "For if we are capable of harming, we are equally capable of healing."

Rohese warmly recalls, "Just ask the Greengair Gnomes of the Yasrenila Compound in Ta'Vaalor."

Rohese softly says, "So let us choose reverence, and in so doing, become part of the same sacred pattern that threads through lichen, moss, flower, insect, and root."

Rohese softly concludes, "May we listen. May we learn. And may we always return to leaf shade with humility."

Rohese clasps her hands in a reverent gesture.

Rohese softly murmurs, "Thank you."

Missoni applauds Rohese warmly.

Gilenir applauds Rohese warmly.

Rohese nods appreciatively.

Rivienne applauds.

Rohese relievedly says, "And now I need more tea."

Rohese lets out a sigh of relief.

Speaking excitedly to Rohese, Gilenir exclaims, "That was wonderful, thank you!"

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===Lost Arts: Healing Secrets of Ardenai Folklore -- Lady Elaejia Silithyr===
<pre{{log2}}>You see Lady Elaejia Silithyr Loenthra the Benefactress.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is perfectly postured and has a muscled, but soft physique. She appears to be of indeterminate age. She has subtly tilted cobalt-violet eyes and waxen-looking, pale skin. She has very long, silky caramel-brushed blonde hair woven in a labyrinthine spiral braid, the length faintly illuminated by a series of viridian arathiel rings. She has a pair of horn-rimmed eyeglasses perched upon her nose and a noticeably drawn face. Faint shadows haunt the hollows of her eyes. She has a thin-boned, gracefully angular countenance, tapering to a softly pointed chin.
She has a band of silver-inked sigils on her wrist.
Umbral darkness writhes from her fingertips, a stain on her skin that seeps down from her knuckles and drifts languidly into the air from the ends of her pointed nails.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a braided golvern necklace suspending a starburst of bronze-rayed emerald, a shoulder-caught hunter green wool cape, a ring-bound trio of sepia leather straps over a garnet maedatha blouse, a slim band of vaalin-cradled aragless glinting from the left ring finger, some long-cut wool trousers dyed in dark tones, and some sepia leather boots fitted with gilt toe-caps.

You lightly say, "I don't believe I shall wait the customary few moments, it seems most of our attendees have made their way back already."

Teveriel unfolds his chair and carefully places the chair on the ground.

Settling himself onto an arboreal lasimor armchair sculptured from tangled branches, Teveriel leans back, cradled beneath a lifelike canopy of carved leaves.

You take a deep breath.

You evenly introduce, "Good afternoon scholars. For those who do not know me, I am Elaejia Silithyr Loenthra. Among other things, I have been researching the intersection between botany, mana foci, and ancient wisdom for the past four years."

You fold your hands behind your back, waiting patiently.

You continue, "I have previously had the honor of presenting some of my findings, such as those from the Broken Lands, and those from the folklore of Ta'Nalfein. Since then, I have continued my investigations and lately turned my attention most recently into folk remedies."

You say, "As we all know, botanical remedies are daily shown to be imbued with remarkable power to heal the body of even the most profound physical trauma. One need only show some patience, and most injuries can be healed completely with a combination of well-understood and readily available herbs."

You nod appreciatively at Rohese.

You affectedly say, "However, there remain other afflictions--" she pauses for three heartbeats, then resumes stiffly, "Other afflictions that defy our understanding. Limbs that refuse to regrow, eyes that remain clouded, exhaustion that resists all recuperation, even spirits sapped by some implacable force."

You close your eyes for a moment.

You say, "It is in this area that I have lately focused my efforts in looking for forgotten understandings hidden in folklore, and having made some strides, I will share my initial findings today. It is my hope that the seeds of inspiration for further research will quicken in others' hands, hastening any discoveries that await."

Missoni furrows her brow.

Rohese looks at you with concern.

You tilt your head up.

You say, "I have broken my notes on Ta'Ardenai's remedies into three parts. First order insights, those which are easily discerned from common tales and knowledge, point to flora useful in many applications. This knowledge tends to be presented straightforwardly, uncomplicatedly--"

You gently brush your caramel-brushed blonde hair away from your eyes and, with a deft twist of your wrist, tuck it back into its bindings.

You rattle off, "Thilban, a variety of thistle long admired by herbwives for its resiliency, is beneficial to the stomach and liver. Acipha bark, useful for minor aches and pains. Pixiebell berries, a mild soporific."

You continue, "Imiren toadstools, which feature heavily in fairy-ring tales, and thuja, indispensible to the druidic ceremonies of the northern Ardenai. Toxic larkspur, mentioned in a well-known Ardenai legend of Zelia dancing upon a hillside, is known to brighten the spirits in tiny doses."

You smile at Yunni.

You say, "For second order insights, we must be more discerning. These are sometimes mentioned in some tales alongside other obfuscating factors, clouding their uses but still leading one to look closer at possibilities. Or they may be called by unfamiliar names, or even warned away from as poisonous. Some examples include red wormwood, chaga fungus, roseroot and witchwood."

>l on work
On the haon-framed worktable:
Misc [3]: a twine-bound laboratory notebook, a sheaf of hastily scribbled notes, a haphazard array of half-filled vials and jars
Total items: 3

You reach out and touch a haphazard array of half-filled vials and jars on a haon-framed worktable.

Rohese nods slowly.

You briskly expound, "Therefore, modern herbalists have already deduced many of their uses which range from red wormwood expelling parasites, to chaga tea reducing swelling, to roseroot - a distinct plant unrelated to roses - combating fatigue and improving endurance," she appears ready to move on, but a distracted look crosses her features and she adds with a shake of her head, "...And witchwood berries -- quite toxic, but with proper preparation can be used medicinally."

Missoni gazes thoughtfully at a haphazard array of half-filled vials and jars on a haon-framed worktable.

Riend settles her gaze on you, watching you intently.

You bite your lip.

You nod.

You say, "Additional forms of second order insights found in some tales include particular modes of preparation or admixture, such as those highlighting the potency differences between tisanes and potions."

You note, "Look for examples there to the remedies common to Pinefar."

You say, "So, the method of gleaning clues thus established, it is onward to seek third order insights that we head, to those that lie hidden in seemingly irrelevant asides and digressions, or those that lead the mind in wholly new directions."

You remove a smooth ebon leather portfolio edged in copper from in your glossy leather satchel.

You carefully remove your white transcript from one of the sleeves in your leather portfolio.

You put an oversized white transcript on a haon-framed worktable.

You put a smooth ebon leather portfolio edged in copper in your glossy leather satchel.

Gilenir looks thoughtfully at you.

You inform, "The farthest reaches of Ta'Ardenai present the very earliest known beginnings of civilization on Elanith. It is an area of the world called first home by other cultures as well - some Kindred clans, Truefolk tribes, and others - and the interplay between them has not always been peaceful. Fraught history has resulted in folklore from diverse perspectives combining and changing in complex ways, making the distillation of knowledge into useful connections challenging."

>read trans

In the Common language, it reads:

The Wayfaring Tree

Think on the days of your grandsire's long-gone beginnings,
And on the time when his grandsire hunted the forest.
Autumn had come, and the leaves had begun their withering;
There rose a hunter named Maelen, keen-eyed and steady.
He would impress the new court at the Winter Crossing Springs,
Bringing them pelts of the finest and silkiest feeling.

Words of his grandsire still echoed beneath his memory:
"Though you may wander and never find road or return-way,
If you have brought your luck the Wayfaring tree will guide you,
Look for its silver-backed leaves, and be found in its shadow."
Hand to his pocket he reached and he touched the small token,
Felt the soft weight of his luck, and stepped into the forest.

Dralys'Vaen welcomed him, old with its breath full of secrets.
Three leagues he traveled the first night, through hush and twilight,
Set down a snare, then lay under the low-hanging cedar,
Closed his eyes slowly and drifted to deepening slumber.
Dreams came to Maelen: a hand on his shoulder with power,
Guiding him onward or warning of what lay before him.

Morning had broken - a hare in his snare lay waiting.
Still he walked deeper, his hunger not yet diminished.
Six leagues he strode on the second day into the shadow.
Found him a rowan with skirts drooping low over mosses,
There set a snare, and soon slept in darkling silence.

Voices whispered in his dreams, though their meanings eluded.
Morning had come, and a fat little polecat was captured
Still he pressed onward, the call of the hunt still upon him.
Nine leagues behind him, the third dusk closed in with silence.
Juniper trees rose around him, with branches like curtain,
Blue-grey and heavy; he slept in their fragrant enclosure.

This time he dreamt of a flame, barely burning but holding,
Fending off fingers of frost reaching in from the blackness.
Woke he at dawn, and his snare was in tatters and ruined;
All of the needles had dropped from the juniper's branches.
Fear now gripped him fast. He turned, but could find no direction.

Chill in the air, and a dampness that sank in his sinews,
And too his strength now was fading. Eyes closed, he touched his small token.
"Luck," he cried out, "bring me home through the forest unending!
Guide me once more to the tree with its silver-leaf branches -
Wayfaring Tree, may your blessing yet shine on my footsteps!"

Then, from the juniper rose a bird clothed in color
Feathers like feylight and skyfire in endless commotion.
Maelen gave chase, for he knew it was drawn from his fortune,
Led through the wood, to the tree with the silver-backed foliage,
Crimson its berries and rooted in ancient remembrance.
There at its base lay the trail that he knew from his youth.
Quickly he followed it, rushing back through the dark wood.

Nine leagues he walked to return to the rowan's enclosure.
There heard he whispers, now clear in the voice of the forest:
"Free now the polecat you slew for your pride and ambition."
He set it loose, and it blinked and then darted to shadow.
Coldness withdrew, like a mist burned away by the morning.

Back to the Wayfaring Tree did he run without resting.
Three leagues he walked and arrived at the cedar of dreaming.
Now felt the hand on his shoulder again, gently urging:
"Free now the hare that you smothered, and walk without burden."
He set it down, and it waked, fleeing to the hush of the forest.
All of the cold that had clung to his body was lifted.

Back to the silver'd tree one last time, lighting the path home;
Three final leagues, and there! His house in the distance,
He had no trophies nor prize in his hand for the nobles -
Only his luck, and the memory pressed hard in his soul.

You say, "One such legendary connection is to a large shrub known as a Wayfaring Tree, known less poetically as viburnum. Some more prosaic tales of the Wayfaring Tree say it leads one to treasure, or to the heart's desire. Still other superstitions say they lead departed spirits from Geldliran onward to their destination."

Elaejia smiles slightly.

You aver, "This legend," she pauses with a glance toward the transcript, "Hails from the Ardenai who call the area around the Vernal Court their home, where the Darkling Wood meets the steppe. With the Darkling Wood forming one border and the frozen wastes another, the unforgiving landscape inspires thoughts of darkness, fear, and ill-omen in many of its tales."

Rohese leans forward.

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at an oversized white transcript on a haon-framed worktable.

You say, "It does make mention of several common tree species, though we currently know of few medicinal properties of note. However, these trees - cedar, rowan, juniper - they have long-held associations that are indeed featured here. The towering cedar embodies strength, the rowan guards ancient mysteries, and the juniper is a powerful symbol of protection."

You fold your hands behind your back, waiting patiently.

You interestedly say, "Additionally, I draw your attention to to notion that the Wayfaring Tree apparently leads the hunter either backward through time, or else has the power to restore life to his catch. For its toll, it strips him of all his prizes, and when he returns home, he is left largely as he began, though perhaps a little wiser," she pauses with a long look around at those gathered. "A powerful ability indeed to find oneself at the mercy of."

Yunni nods slowly.

You say, "Let us take another moment to consider the themes present: Ambition and pride. Dreams and talismans. Protective nature versus malevolent spirits. The warping of time. Sacrifice and rebirth. Circularity - traveling far but ending up where you started."

(Elaejia taps a pointed fingernail on the desk after each listed item.)

You lecture, "Of the mentions I found, I believe this titular tale speaks to a unique connection and indeed opportunity in the Darkling Wood. A place where the flora may well occasionally be empowered to truly embody the associations they still carry to this day."

You say, "It may not be through some concrete link from a specific flower or tree noted in a certain tale, but simply an openness to the ideas and links that underlie these stories. That these oldest places still maintain that connection to the numinous that the ancients observed, and through our connection to those places, we may yet still grasp the link."

You animatedly say, "All these powerful forces captured in one simple tale. They speak to something more at play - in this place," she stops, apparently gathering her thoughts for a moment, "We heard from Lady Bayvel about the interconnectedness of all things, and from Lady Mandaire yesterday on the importance of the timing and mode of harvesting when gathering ingredients for alchemical preparation."

You remind, "We also know that place has a known impact on the power and usefulness of remedies we gather even today for modern alchemists. It seems evident to me that a place with such a deep and powerful connection to us, one with primal powers we left behind in stories and legends amid our rush to expansion and conquest, should still remember and see us with the same clement regard as the Wayfaring Tree."

You forcefully say, "All legends start somewhere and though the passage of time might obscure their beginnings, I am confident that scholarship and experimentation can uncover and tap into the wisdom of the ancients."

You slowly and deliberately empty your filled lungs.

You incline your head.

You politely say, "I thank you for your kind attention."

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===Botanical Forms and Geometry in Glasswork -- Bathcwyn Missoni Sabretache Faendryl===
<pre{{log2}}>Missoni warmly introduces, "Fair afternoon everyone, and thank you for continuing to join us on what has been an enlightening series of presentations. I am Bathcwyn Missoni Sabretache Faendryl."

Missoni continues, "We have been fortunate to have this space opened to us, to learn of the intricate relationships of trees, to understand the cultural significance of blossoms, to be transported to the beauty of night gardens, to contemplate the meeting of magic and botany, and to learn of connections between folklore and place."

Yunni turns an inquisitive ear toward Missoni.

(Missoni meanders about the gallery for a moment, brushing fingertips along the moss-covered forms.)

Missoni says, "And so, this afternoon I will further examine botanical forms, the geometry that builds them, and their use by glassworkers in sculpture and wearable art."

Missoni remarks, "To create botanical forms in glass is a challenge. Though a natural material in and of itself, the types of glass we are familiar with have their own geometry. To try to make glass go against its own nature is, at times, to become frustrated, and to see our work shatter."

Teveriel gazes with interest at Missoni.

Missoni says, "However, jagged edges can be smoothed petal-like by the sea and fragments can splinter like tree bark, if only we have the patience and understanding to draw these shapes forth."

Missoni states, "Recognizing the basic shapes that appear so often as we traverse gardens and woods is an essential starting point for replicating them in any medium. To that end, we will focus on several planar forms that repeat often in these settings."

Rohese nods enthusiastically at Missoni!

Missoni says, "At times, a tangle of vines or a ravel of mycelium might seem chaotic, but an examination of planar--or two-dimensional--geometry shows repeated shapes in that chaos. To borrow a metaphor from Lady Bayvel's talk yesterday, it is these common melodies that allow us to make sense of the greater symphony."

Missoni nods appreciatively at Rohese.

Missoni curiously asks, "Would anyone like to mention a few shapes they often see repeated in botanical specimens?"

Missoni glances appraisingly around the area.

Oirisu helpfully asks, "Spirals?"

Speaking softly to Missoni, Rohese says, "It would be cheating for me to offer one."

Tikba suggests, "Spirals?"

Missoni nods enthusiastically!

Missoni cheerfully says, "Yes, spirals are one such shape, and we will be discussing those."

Missoni says, "But to being a bit more simply, one of the most recognizable forms in planar geometry. The circle."

Missoni says, "Begin, rather."

Missoni gazes in amusement at Giogionni.

Missoni reaches out and touches a branch-crafted easel.

Missoni says, "We see roundness in the centers of many flowers, in seed pods and fruit, and even in some mushrooms, but where I find this shape to be exceptionally fascinating is in its imperfect form."

(Missoni steps toward the branch-crafted easel, her fingertip tracing the bumpy lines that make up the cross section of tree trunk upon the canvas set within its arms.)

Missoni brushes her fingers lightly against a glass and vaalorn-bound painting accented with jade vines on a branch-crafted easel.

Missoni remarks, "Tree rings tell the biography of a specimen, but also a story of the wider environment. From them, we can learn when a winter was particularly cold or a summer especially dry. That they are sometimes inconsistent in their width and shape is telling; every aberration has a meaning."

>l paint
Defined lines of blank ink form a detailed cross section of a tree trunk. The bark, rings, and heartwood have all been labeled with precision. Next to the cross section, a lor tree is painted in silvery watercolor. The larger specimen includes vert leaves and a complex root system.
In the Common language, it reads:
"Study of the Lor" -- by Missoni Sabretache

Rohese nods in agreement at Missoni.

Missoni takes a few steps toward a moss-covered table.

Missoni says, "Similarly recognizable, triangular shapes appear nearly everywhere. We can see its form in flora such as the trillium, so named for its triad of leaves that together form a triangular outline."

Missoni brushes her fingers lightly against a velvety dark red trillium on a moss-covered table.

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at a velvety dark red trillium on a moss-covered table.

On the moss-covered table:
Forageables [4]: a blood orange, a spiraled rainbow-striped mushroom, a fiddlehead fern, a gold-flecked velvety red sunflower
Clothing [1]: a velvety dark red trillium
Special [1]: a lace-wrapped bouquet of peach-frilled lavender tulips

Missoni says, "The lily and tulip," she pauses to gently fold back one of the tulip's petals on the table, "prior to opening, arrange themselves around a triform stigma."

Missoni surreptitiously glances at a yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake covered in star anises.

Missoni murmurs, "Come here a moment, Sprout."

Stretching her arms up at Missoni and tilting her head back, the mandrake displays toddler-like excitement at being scooped up and silently giggles.

A yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake covered in star anises suddenly grabs Missoni's hand and inspects it with deep interest. She turns her hand over, looking at the back, between the fingers, and then finally back at the palm. She places her own hand in Missoni's and then looks up at her with both wonder and confusion.

Missoni says, "And finally, many seed pods, such as the grape hyacinth and star anise," she prods the seed pods on the mandrake, causing the little plant to giggle, "display triangular forms."

Missoni lowers the mandrake to the ground, causing her to wiggle her root-haired toes and to squirm as she places herself on the ground. The moment her feet hit the ground, she teeters as if she may fall over but manages to maintain her footing and throws her arms in the air in obvious excitement.

Missoni nods appreciatively to a yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake covered in star anises.

Missoni says, "Still, more complex geometry also abounds. What appears as the circular center of the sunflower, when taken from a closer perspective, is a fractal."

Missoni brushes her fingers lightly against a gold-flecked velvety red sunflower on a moss-covered table.

(Missoni holds up the sunflower a moment, tracing the tiny florets filling its center.)

Missoni says, "As you can see, each part of the pattern, splaying out from the flower's center, is a minute part of the whole. Looking even more closely under magnification would reveal the exact same pattern, rendered even smaller."

Speaking to Rohese, Missoni says, "And as we have seen from your maps, the same patterns are repeated yet larger."

Missoni notes, "These are patterns also often seen to occur naturally in Tehir lightning glass, or zhiqietz, which makes it excellent for rendering flora."

Missoni removes a bifurcated zhiqietz fractal from in the iriswood trunk placed alongside her.

Missoni tilts her zhiqietz fractal side to side, making the light play off it.

Rohese raises an eyebrow.

Missoni says, "Recognition of such patterns, and even an understanding of their mathematical underpinnings, can help the artisan render more lifelike forms. And, of course, as artists we know that with such understanding comes and ability to bend such rules, creating the sort of organic chaos one expects from nature."

Missoni put a bifurcated zhiqietz fractal in the iriswood trunk placed alongside her.

Missoni removes a fiddlehead fern from on a moss-covered table.

Missoni carefully states, "0, 1, 1, 2," she lightly runs a fingertip around the curly end of the frond, "3, 5, 8, 13, 21."

Rohese's silver-lashed misty grey eyes suddenly grow round and wide.

Missoni explains, "The golden ratio spiral is often found in nature, and can be identified mathematically by a growth rate of one point six one eight for every quarter turn of the spiral."

Rohese softly exclaims, "I know this!"

Rohese softly murmurs, "Thank you Magister."

Rohese places a hand over her heart.

You gaze in amusement at Rohese.

Missoni murmurs, "It is helpful to know a Magister."

Rohese nods in agreement at Missoni.

Tikba gazes in amusement at her surroundings.

Missoni says, "In botanicals, we see this spiral on the tops of ferns." She pauses to hold up the fiddlehead frond, drawing attention to its curled top. "And also in markings such as those found on this mushroom native to Naidem."

Missoni taps a spiraled rainbow-striped mushroom on a moss-covered table.

Missoni put a fiddlehead fern on a moss-covered table.

Missoni takes a few steps to her left.

Missoni muses, "How, then, does one replicate these form in a rigid medium? How can glass, so fragile, be as willowy as the stalk, as soft as the petal?"

(Missoni takes a few steps toward the chart, drawing attention to a section depicting several long strands of glass.)

Rohese gazes with interest at a densely inked chart of glassworking techniques propped on a burnt velvet ribbon-wrapped easel.

Missoni explains, "A technique called pulling cane is one that can be used toward this purpose. Long rods of glass are heated and stretched. Different colors and widths can then be placed next to each other in the piece while the material is still malleable, creating curves and striations."

(Missoni points to a sketch of an arboriform clock another segment of the chart as she explains, "In this example, which you can see if you visit the Twilight Gallery, pulled cane is used to create the twisting ridges of bark on this sculptural timepiece.")

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at a densely inked chart of glassworking techniques propped on a burnt velvet ribbon-wrapped easel.

Missoni says, "I have also used it in my cuff to create the tangled forms of the dirge vaon."

Missoni brushes her fingers lightly against her dirge-vaon cuff.

You look closely at Missoni, examining a multitudinous vaelfyren dirge-vaon climbing the forearm in a raveled cuff. You can tell nothing else about it from here.

Missoni says, "Certain types of glass are, of course, more suited to particular shapes. Pane glass, such a skyglass, works well when employed in the angular forms of leaves, as does vaelfyren, which can readily be molded to a form."

Missoni takes a few steps toward a lor scaffold displaying a trio of mountain chickadees amid vaelfyren foliage.

Missoni nods to a lor scaffold displaying a trio of mountain chickadees amid vaelfyren foliage.

Missoni says, "I have noted, in my travels, a tendency toward such wearable and sculptural pieces of glass in natural forms. I believe glass can be an effective means of preserving and displaying that which we love about nature. Similarly, glass can enhance a garden by adding elements of light, color, and depth to the landscape."

Oirisu takes a moment to observe a lor scaffold displaying a trio of mountain chickadees amid vaelfyren foliage.

Missoni notes, "If you have visited the Yasrenila Compound near Ta'Vaalor, there are several sculptural glass pieces on display that demonstrate this practice."

Missoni says, "Likewise, in New Ta'Faendyl, our household gardens of course tend to include plants native to the Southron Wastes. Succulents, scrub bushes, flowering cacti and the like. We call these collections of native plants sand gardens, or erya'ortus."

Missoni notes, "Some translate this to waste gardens, but that sounds rather...unpleasant."

Missoni grins sheepishly.

Missoni remarks, "However, many households commission or purchase pieces of colorful vaelfyren to add hue and height to the more traditional garden, leading to a trend we call vael'ortus, or glass gardens."

Missoni says, "Faendryl aesthetic philosophy has been long divided on issues of practicality versus beauty for its own sake, and so many households incorporate glass pieces in botanical forms that have other uses, such as lighting a path at night or providing additional irrigation."

You cock your head.

Missoni amusedly says, "But the debate on form and function in our philosophical schools is best saved for another time."

Rohese softly remarks, "How pretty."

Missoni says, "For now, I leave you with a hope that you will examine the shape of things more closely. Take in the splendor of a garden from afar, of course, in all its color and movement, but do not neglect the angles of a single stamen or the arrangement of a seed pod."

Missoni concludes, "These repeating motifs can speak wonders to the artist who wishes to create. Thank you."

Missoni performs a bow characteristic of those from Solhaven.

Rohese applauds Missoni warmly.

Teveriel applauds Missoni.

Gilenir applauds Missoni.

Missoni flushes slightly, some color reaching her cheeks.

Speaking softly to Missoni, Rohese gushes, "Wonderful!"

Missoni cheerfully asks, "Does anyone have any questions?"

Speaking curiously to Missoni, Oirisu asks, "When will you be sending me your designs?"

Missoni flashes a quick grin at Oirisu.

Speaking happily to Oirisu, Missoni says, "Whenever you wish."

Speaking to Missoni, Aubriella asks, "Which is your favorite type of glass to work with?"

Rohese softly corrects, "When will you be sending us all your designs!"

Rivienne asks, "Yes, do you take commissions?"

You note, "The Arboretum does have an art display that might someday be in want of a new exhibition."

Speaking to Rivienne, Missoni says, "Of course."

Speaking to Missoni, Aubriella says, "Oh, of course."

Speaking softly to Missoni, Rohese asks, "No baleglass?"

Speaking to Rohese, Missoni says, "They are the same. Baleglass is simply the Common name."

Rohese sheepishly says, "Oh of course, silly me."

Turning her gaze downward, Rohese comically stares at her nose.

Rohese sticks out her tongue.

Missoni says, "I should dearly like to learn more about how arathiel is created, but it is so closely guarded."

Stassy says, "It is so pretty, with the flame."

Missoni amusedly says, "I keep hoping for my invitation."

Speaking softly to Missoni, Rohese exclaims, "Soon, I'm sure!"

Rivienne says, "I'll try to pull some strings."

Rohese gazes in amusement at Rivienne.

Missoni uses her pinky to scratch at a spot near her left temple. She sighs as several coils of rainbow ombre hair fall out from her normal hairstyle. She quickly brushes her fingers through her hair and puts everything back in place.

You wryly say, "It's a close secret even from other artists in Loenthra, I would like to know it as well."

Rivienne agrees with you.

Lissaya nods in agreement.

Rohese softly says, "I'll just stand in awe of the glassworkers talents and pay handsomely for their creations."

You nod in agreement at Rohese.

Missoni says, "I suppose the mystery adds a bit to it."

Speaking curiously to Missoni, you ask, "Does the molten nature of glassworking make it easier, or harder, to make botanical forms?"

Speaking to you, Missoni says, "That depends on the glass, I think. Some are really best suited to working with in panes, such as skyglass and glyriss."

You nod understandingly at Missoni.

Missoni says, "They work well in two dimensional forms, but lack the malleability to make elaborate sculpture."

You ask, "When you say working in panes, you mean along the lines of stained glass?"

Speaking to you, Missoni says, "Baleglass is quite suited to more fluid forms, as it is shaped in fire."

Missoni nods to you.

You nod.

Missoni says, "Last year at the Faendryl Symposium I demonstrated a technique that uses an extraplanar mist to help shape a baleglass form."

You regretfully say, "I am sorry to have missed a live demonstration."

Lissaya nods in agreement to you.

Missoni says, "But more traditional glassblowing can use paddles, heating, and reheating the glass to achive a smiliar end."

Speaking wryly to Missoni, Tikba exclaims, "Less efficiently!"

Speaking to you, Missoni says, "Ah, perhaps I will have to reprise it! I did not think such a demonstration would be as well received here."

Giogionni says, "Laws."

Giogionni waves his hand in a dismissive gesture.

You wryly say, "All the same, perhaps traveling to see it would be for the best."

Speaking to Missoni, Giogionni says, "Could be fun."

Speaking to you, Missoni agrees, "The Alabaster Spire is out in the Hills, and well warded in case of any mishaps."
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===The Solitude Bee - Variations Along the Eastern Seaboard -- Feriae Enfiel and Miss Aubrige===
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Botanical Symposium/2025-07-26 - Ta'Illistim Botanical Symposium (log)

2025-08-01T17:03:27Z

LUNATUNES: /* Summary */

==Summary==
In 5125, [[Ta'Illistim]] hosted a Botanical Symposium, following the success of the [[2022-12-04_Botanical_Research_Presentation_(log)|Botanical Research Presentation]] in 5122 which led to the expansion of the Ta'Illistim [[Royal Arboretum]]. Led by Lady [[Rohese]], in coordination with Lord [[Gilenir Veythorne]], [[Ionlas Chesylrae]], and [[Vanathys|Vanathys Ravistel]], several leading researchers presented their latest findings for discussion.

Presentations by

'''Koaratos 26th 5125'''
*[[Gilenir Veythorne|Gilenir Veythorne Illistim]]
*[[Rohese|Rohese Bayvel Illistim]]
*[[Aliraswaen|Aliraswaen Nalfein]]
*Rivienne Mandaire Loenthra
'''Koaratos 27th 5125'''
*[[Vanathys|Vanathys Ravistel Vaalor]]
*[[Rohese|Rohese Bayvel Illistim]]
*[[Elaejia|Elaejia Silithyr Loenthra]]
*[[Missoni_(prime)|Missoni Sabretache Faendryl]]
*[[Feriae Enfiel|Feriae Enfiel Vaalor]]

==Logs==
===Lord [[Gilenir Veythorne]] Unveils the Arboretum Expansion===
<pre{{log2}}>
[Royal Arboretum, Walkway]
The column-framed walkway leads up to the arched duo of doors, the faenor-framed dome inset in honeycomb-like panels of glass. Ivy-draped partitions of blonde oak are angled between groupings of natural wicker chairs, the floral-framed portraits interspersed between slender moss-draped shelves. Framing either side of the entrance are a duo of silver-veined marble pedestals, each angular base encircled by a profusion of verdant foliage climbing upwards across the base. You also see a hulking melanistic grey wolf, a large vibrant harlequin macaw parrot, a glinting stygian scarab beetle, a yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake with a wild mane of cobalt briar hair, a lazy wild deep red dog, a black-eyed purplish grey haon mandrake, a ruby-crested greater bearded vulture that is flying around, a green-eyed ridge caracal and a brass-floriated sign of pavonated vellum.
Also here: Stassy who is sitting, Celothor, Fleurs who is sitting, Emissary Thrassus, Lord Gilenir, Aubriella who is sitting, Miss Lissaya who is sitting, Bathcwyn Missoni who is sitting, Lucraine who is sitting, Loremaster Rohese, Vanathys who is sitting, Rivienne, Botanical Researcher Feriae, Lord Eruien who is sitting, Lord Teveriel, Lord Ionlas who is sitting, Arelder who is sitting, Arbeia who is sitting
Obvious paths: south

Gilenir formally announces, "Welcome, citizens and visitors of the Shining City, to our inaugural Botanical Symposium."

Arbeia smiles at Gilenir.

Rohese beams, her eyes filled with delight!

Gilenir fidgets ever so slightly as he shifts his weight, nervously smiling across the crowd.

Gilenir nervously continues, "A simple request from Lady Bayvel sprouted into a wonderful collaboration between a number of botanists, horticulturists, and artisans."

Gilenir suddenly adds, "And one very enthusiastic insect researcher."

Missoni gazes in amusement at her surroundings.

Rohese softly giggles.

Feriae jokingly says, "She's been bouncing around the arboretum all week with her companions."

Gilenir nods in agreement at Feriae.

Gilenir says, "It is our sincere hope that this Symposium inspires others to share their knowledge and passion as we journey alongside Argent Mirror Sayilla in this new age of elven culture."

Vanathys nods in agreement at Feriae.

Gilenir clears his throat several times.

Ionlas gazes at Gilenir.

Gilenir sheepishly says, "As for my presentation, I am admittedly lacking the grace and studiousness of the ladies and gentleman who have graciously joined us for this symposium, but well, please join me and I'll show you what I've been working on."

Speaking to Feriae, Teveriel confides, "I am very much looking forward to yours and Miss Aubrige's presentation."

Eruien stands up.

Eruien offers a hand up to Ionlas.

Speaking to Teveriel, Feriae exclaims, "As am I!"

Speaking lightly to Teveriel, Rohese teases, "And mine too, I hope."

Ionlas squints at Eruien.

Ionlas stands up.

Teveriel smiles at Rohese.

Gilenir nervously says, "Come come, we have a bit of a walk."

Rohese winks at Teveriel.

Gilenir says, "And I don't believe I have the upper body strength to properly drag you all."

Speaking to Gilenir, Vanathys says, "Perhaps together we could."

Gilenir thoughtfully asks, "The mandrakes maybe?"

Speaking to Gilenir, Missoni says, "They are stronger than they look."

Feriae helpfully adds, "At least they're loud."

Feriae quickly says, "Like the peahens."

Ionlas whispers something to Gilenir.

Teveriel says, "Imagine a shrieking horde bearing us all down the var."

Teveriel warns, "The peahens will take it as a challenge."

Gilenir firmly says, "Alright, then."

Lord Gilenir's group just went south.

[Royal Arboretum, Walkway]

Vert-colored ivy entwines down the white marble columns framing the cobblestone walkway, the pale pillars affixed with latticed archways draped in the five-pointed leaves. Thin loops of vaalin wire hang high across the living ceiling, the opalescent hooks suspending colorful origami flora above several glowbark benches carved in whimsical fauna. Beyond the path sits a number of canopy-covered displays, the artwork framed by tall flora-filled planters set upon the well-manicured lawn.

Also here: Lord Ionlas, Arelder, Arbeia, Lord Teveriel, Lord Eruien, Botanical Researcher Feriae, Rivienne, Vanathys, Loremaster Rohese, Lucraine, Bathcwyn Missoni, Miss Lissaya, Aubriella, Emissary Thrassus, Fleurs, Celothor, Stassy, Lord Gilenir

A bur-eyed twisted witchwood mandrake sprouting autumn beauty sunflowers toddles into the area and up to Lissaya.

A bur-eyed shaggy illthorn mandrake toddles into the area and up to Rohese.

A yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake with a wild mane of cobalt briar hair toddles into the area and up to Missoni.

A black-eyed purplish grey haon mandrake toddles into the area and up to Feriae.

Arbeia says, "Moussa..."

You murmur, "Well now we're surrounded."

Gilenir indicates a wisteria-arched entry entwined with unfurled cream-colored peonies as a possible option.

Lord Gilenir's group just went through a wisteria-arched entry entwined with unfurled cream-colored peonies.

[Arboretum, Arboreal Gallery]

Verdant-curtained foliage drapes across the fallen arboreal forms scattered along the forest floor, the various trunks and elongated branches sculpted around the archways encircling the dome. Vibrantly colored toadstools encircle the moss-covered tables nestled into the soil, the clusters framed by branch-crafted easels and twine-hung yll'suta. Birdsong echoes throughout the area, the avians hidden amongst the canopy of greenery set high above.

Also here: Lord Ionlas, Arelder, Arbeia, Lord Teveriel, Lord Eruien, Botanical Researcher Feriae, Rivienne, Vanathys, Loremaster Rohese, Lucraine, Bathcwyn Missoni, Miss Lissaya, Aubriella, Emissary Thrassus, Fleurs, Celothor, Stassy, Lord Gilenir

Obvious paths: out

Rohese beams happily at Gilenir!

Rohese gazes with interest at her surroundings.

>l tabl

Trails of spongy, verdant green moss traverse across the flat stone tables, the low-set surfaces decorated in flora arabesques painted in henna. Tucked into the shadowed grass beneath each table is a tiny clay-crafted creature, the peahens and amphibians placed neatly in wicker-woven baskets.

Thrassus leans against his black staff as he takes in his surroundings.

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at a fallen arboreal form.

>l eas

Gently curved boughs are loosely entwined with knots of colorful thread, the geometric web forming a makeshift easel. Set along the tapering ends of the branches are several twine-hung yll'suta, their iridescent silk-crafted wings shimmering in the ambient light.

Gilenir sheepishly says, "I tend to spend my time in the dirt, but here we are."

Gilenir explains, "As Feriae has been working to expand the working areas of the Royal Arboretum, we came upon these particular arboreal forms."

Puffs of earthen green moss rest across the trunks of the trees laying in quiet repose, their elongated branches creating crescentic half-domes of layered foliage. Twig-crafted nests are scattered between the splayed branches along the upper arc of the canopies, the lower sections adorned with woven garlands and wood-framed yll'suta embroidered in silk thread. Folded letters and hand-crafted trinkets are tucked into the various grooves of the expansive trees alongside a handful of nuts and berries.

Gilenir says, "Whether fallen from age, or weather, or some other happenstance, there appears to be no damage or affliction beleaguering these fine fellows."

Gilenir leans against one of the forms, then quickly blushes.

Gilenir adds, "And ladies, of course."

Gilenir says, "In fact, they appear to be quite content here, perhaps even jovial if one believes a tree can express such emotion."

Gilenir continues, "Which is why Feriae and I agreed that there particularly cheerful trees would enjoy the company of others."

Gilenir ardently says, "I believe the constant woodland companions alongside the occasional two-legged visitor would encourage further growth not only from these particular forms, but perhaps across the arboretum and it's potential expansions."

Gilenir brightly says, "Happy plants thrive in happy environs."

Gilenir concludes, "But we do hope you do stop by and spend some time with the trees, we've added a few toadstools and some tables, as well as some easels if you'd like to display some artwork for a bit, though I'm sure a woodland creature or two may swipe it at anytime."

Gilenir awkwardly announces, "And that is my presentation."

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at a branch-crafted easel.

Missoni applauds Gilenir warmly.

Rohese applauds Gilenir warmly.
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===Verdant Symbiosis: The Partnership between Trees and Plants. -- Lady [[Rohese]] Bayvel===
<pre{{log2}}>
[Arboretum, Arboreal Gallery]
Verdant-curtained foliage drapes across the fallen arboreal forms scattered along the forest floor, the various trunks and elongated branches sculpted around the archways encircling the dome. Vibrantly colored toadstools encircle the moss-covered tables nestled into the soil, the clusters framed by branch-crafted easels and twine-hung yll'suta. Birdsong echoes throughout the area, the avians hidden amongst the canopy of greenery set high above. You also see a thin crimson lasimor leaf illusion, an arboreal lasimor armchair sculptured from tangled branches, a sturdy oak table on a base of cubbyholes and drawers with a blush-colored glass of cardamom and rose milk tea on it, a bur-eyed shaggy illthorn mandrake, a yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake with a wild mane of cobalt briar hair, a bur-eyed twisted witchwood mandrake sprouting autumn beauty sunflowers, a green-eyed ridge caracal, a lazy wild deep red dog, a glinting stygian scarab beetle that is flying around and a large vibrant harlequin macaw parrot.
Also here: Loremaster Rohese, Lord Eruien who is sitting, Arelder who is sitting, Stassy, Fleurs who is sitting, Emissary Thrassus, Aubriella who is sitting, Miss Lissaya who is sitting, Bathcwyn Missoni who is sitting, Vanathys who is sitting, Rivienne who is sitting, Botanical Researcher Feriae who is sitting, Lord Teveriel who is sitting, Lord Ionlas who is sitting, Arbeia who is sitting, Lord Gilenir
Obvious paths: out

Rohese sets a blush-colored glass of cardamom and rose milk tea on top of the oak table.

You smile at Rohese.

Rohese walks to stand behind a sturdy oak table on a base of cubbyholes and drawers.

Rohese rummages through a vellum-inset linden case covered with anatomical depictions of flora with a frantic look of loss.

Rohese nods once.

Rohese smiles.

Rohese softly says, "It's that time, I think."

Speaking lightly to Rohese, you say, "Your students are ready."

Rohese giggles softly at you.

Rohese softly greets, "Good afternoon everyone."

Rohese warmly says, "It is so lovely to see so many familiar faces on this auspicious occasion."

Rohese glances about with a cheerful expression, her misty grey eyes bright and friendly.

Rohese softly says, "Some of you may recall my Library Lecture last year on the Sentience of Trees, where I touched on the wisdom inherent in the give-and-take of nature; in its quiet agreements and search for balance."

Rohese bashfully says, "I apologise if a little of what I cover today is a repeat of that lecture but I believe the context will be helpful."

Rohese wrinkles her nose.

Rohese softly announces, "So, verdant symbiosis!"

Rohese reaches out with a complex gesture and activates the panel of her agara-fae wristlet. Colorful motes of light suddenly appear and dance in the air before coalescing and shifting into a Veythorne Manor illusion.

Rohese thoughtfully begins, "As I walk the quiet paths of Veythorne Manor, pausing often beneath the glowbark tree whose ghostly blue leaves shimmer with silent wisdom..."

Rohese removes a radiant ghostly blue leaf from in her rectangular pack.

Rohese turns her leaf over and over in her hand, studying it until a look of understanding crosses her face.

Rohese softly continues, "...or spend time here, in this Arboretum, I am reminded that the majesty of trees is not in their solitude, but in their community."

Rohese lets out a long, contemplative breath.

Rohese softly says, "Trees do not stand alone, nor do they thrive in isolation."

Rohese softly says, "Rather, they are stewards of living networks; intricate tapestries woven with threads of moss, lichen, fern, and flower, cradled in loam that has been shaped by the tireless labour of fungi and stirred by wings and mandibles of insects."

Rohese brushes her fingers lightly against her ghostly blue leaf.

Rohese sets a radiant ghostly blue leaf on top of the oak table.

Rohese softly informs, "In my paper on the Sentience of Trees, I posited that trees are more than passive guardians of time; they are sentient participants in the forest ecosystem."

Rohese softly proposes, "This afternoon, I seek to further explore how their sentience - and indeed their very survival - is interwoven with the lives of the smaller, often-overlooked flora and fauna that dwell in their shade and bark."

A talkative covey of button quails traverse across the pine needles and leaves in a series of zig-zags before disappearing behind the moss-covered trees.

Rohese softly says, "So let us begin beneath the surface."

Rohese softly says, "The roots of trees, as vast and far-reaching as their canopies, form sacred pacts with fungi."

Rohese softly says, "Right under our very noses..."

Rohese softly continues, "...cleverly concealed beneath the undergrowth is a covert messaging system made up "mushroom mailboxes" and "telegraphic threads" called mycelium that connect the roots in an intricate web."

Vanathys nods understandingly.

Rohese removes a bracket of tender nesting polypore from in her linden case.

Rohese softly says, "This pretty little thing, for example, is a polypore."

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at her tender nesting polypore.

Arbeia quietly says, "Mushroom mailboxes."

Rohese softly says, "Most polypores inhabit tree trunks or branches but some soil-inhabiting species form mychorrhiza in a symbiotic association with trees."

You lean forward.

Rohese softly says, "These silent, silk-thin filaments stretch through the soil like a network of whispers, ferrying water, minerals, and knowledge between root and root."

Rohese brushes her fingers lightly against her tender nesting polypore.

Rohese softly remarks, "It is known that a tree afflicted by blight may warn its kin through these fungal threads, allowing others to fortify their defences before the sickness arrives."

Rohese softly says, "This is not idle conjecture; I have observed such exchanges firsthand among the trees in the Glimae'den Wildwood."

Rohese softly says, "The mushrooms that rise from this underground lattice are merely the fruiting bodies of a vast mind, one whose thoughts are composed of nourishment and alliance."

Rohese sets a bracket of tender nesting polypore on top of the oak table.

Rohese brightly says, "Moving above ground now."

Rohese softly says, "Around the base and on the trunks of elder trees, especially Mother Trees, one often finds a patchwork carpet of mosses, lichens and other organisms."

Rohese glances at a fallen arboreal form.

Rohese softly says, "We see it in the glowbark with its phosphorescent residents..."

Rohese snaps out her hand with a complex gesture. A majestic glowbark tree illusion appears above the palm of her hand, wavers briefly, and vanishes.

Rohese softly continues, "...and the grey-green tufted growths on the sovereign willow of the Dryad Wildwood."

Rohese snaps out her hand with a complex gesture. A gnarled weeping willow illusion appears above the palm of her hand, wavers briefly, and vanishes.

Rohese softly says, "These are no mere adornments; again, it is a symbiotic - mutually beneficial - association."

Rohese softly adds, "We see it here too in the verdant undergrowth of the Arboreal Conservatory..."

Rohese softly continues, "...where there are some fine examples of monk's-hood lichen, shield lichens and oakmoss."

Rohese softly explains, "Mosses act as reservoirs of moisture, safeguarding the roots from drought and preserving the delicate balance of humidity necessary for the surrounding undergrowth."

Rohese softly says, "Among the most remarkable of mosses is scorpidium, a species predominant in the damp hollows and shaded root basins of Naidem, where the sky is perpetual twilight and the air is thick with mist."

Rohese removes a tangle of inky scorpidium moss from in her linden case.

Rohese notes, quietly, a few salient particulars of the moss.

Rohese softly says, "In the graveyard, woods and wetlands, scorpidium forms plush carpets beneath beech, birch and sycamore, particularly near the edges of slow-moving rivulets."

Rohese softly says, "Growing in dense tangles, the moss often makes its home on dead or dying trees, devouring the nutrients of its doomed host."

Vanathys nods at Rohese.

Rohese turns over her inky scorpidium moss.

Rohese smiles at Vanathys.

Rohese softly says, "Its role is both practical and profound: acting as a living sponge, it filters and retains water through the seasons, maintaining delicate soil moisture levels around the trees' root systems."

Ionlas whispers something to Eruien.

Rohese softly says, "Moreover, this moss nurtures an entire sub-community of insects: beetles, grubs, and fireflies so beloved by Naidem scholars for their ethereal beauty and translucence."

Eruien looks over at Ionlas and shakes his head.

Rohese softly says, "Their presence within the moss attracts foraging birds and encourages insectivorous flora along the margins."

Rohese softly says, "Thus, scorpidium serves as a cradle of biodiversity; its relationship with the trees is not merely one of support, but of shared vitality."

Rohese taps a tangle of inky scorpidium moss, which is in her right hand.

Rohese softly says, "In times of drought or excessive rain, it is this moss that tempers the extremes, ensuring that the roots of ancient trees remain undisturbed, as though the land itself were swaddling its giants in a soft and constant embrace."

Rohese sets a tangle of inky scorpidium moss on top of the oak table.

Rohese removes a tuft of old man's beard lichen from in her linden case.

Rohese clearly says, "Lichens, those mysterious marriages of fungus and algae, serve as the forest's alchemists."

Rohese wrinkles her nose.

Rohese softly says, "In some parts of the Wyrdeep, it is said they even glow faintly under moonlight, rumoured to be touched by fey magic."

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at her old man's beard lichen.

Rohese softly says, "Yet their truest gift lies in their enrichment of the soil for all nearby life and their sensitivity to corruption; should they wither or fade, it is often a warning of greater blight to come."

Rohese sets a tuft of old man's beard lichen on top of the oak table.

Rohese removes a feathered fern frond from in her linden case.

Rohese softly says, "It is easy to look up and see only branches, but nestled among them are ferns and epiphytic flora like orchids; those that do not draw from the tree itself but from the air and rain."

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at her fern frond.

Rohese softly says, "These tree-lodgers increase the forest's vertical diversity, forming habitats for winged insects, nesting birds, and other small creatures."

Rohese softly adds, "In some ancient groves, it is believed that these aerial gardens harbour entire ecosystems of their own, hidden from view."

Rohese waggles her fingers mystically, and a golden linden tree grove illusion appears briefly in the air.

Rohese reaches out with a complex gesture and activates the panel of her agara-fae wristlet. Sunshine yellow flurries of airy blossoms suddenly appear and dance in the air before coalescing and shifting into a spotted dark brown kestrel illusion.

Rohese softly says, "Beneath the eaves of the trees, in patches of dappled sunlight, wildflowers bloom and offer nectar."

Rohese softly says, "Bees, butterflies, and beetles answer the call - not only to feed, but to fulfill the sacred rite of pollination."

Rohese lightly adds, "Even the trees themselves are sometimes pollinated by windborne insects."

Rohese softly says, "Insects also serve as caretakers and couriers of decay."

Rohese softly says, "Ants tunnel through fallen bark, returning nutrients to the soil."

Rohese removes a miniscule red bark beetle from in her linden case.

(Rohese places the miniscule red bark beetle in the palm of her hand and holds it out to show it to the audience.)

Rohese softly says, "Insects, such as this red bark beetle, feast upon rot and keep the forest clean."

Rohese casually remarks, "I once observed a hive of bees protect a cluster of wild orchids growing in the crook of an old willow, as if recognizing the mutual benefit of their shared presence."

Rohese gives her wyrwood insect house a tiny shake, causing a swarm of pollen-fuzzed amber honey bees to crawl out and onto her inventory for a moment before retreating back inside the house.

Rohese smiles quietly to herself.

Rohese softly says, "The forest, then, is not a collection of solitary beings, but a living chorus..."

Rohese sets a miniscule red bark beetle on top of the oak table.

Rohese softly continues, "...each member in tune with the others, each leaf and root and wing participating in an unending hymnal of interdependence."

Rohese softly says, "Mother trees such as the glowbark..."

Rohese reaches out with a complex gesture and activates the panel of her agara-fae wristlet. Silvery white will-o'-wisps suddenly appear and dance in the air before coalescing and shifting into a majestic glowbark tree illusion.

Rohese softly says, "...with its luminous presence and deeply rooted wisdom, are both maestro and audience to this symphony."

Arbeia gazes with interest at a majestic glowbark tree illusion.

Rohese softly says, "Their sentience is not solitary; it is communal."

Missoni nods to a majestic glowbark tree illusion.

Rohese softly says, "It breathes through moss, whispers through lichen, is fed by fungi, and pollinated by the labour of insects."

Rohese softly opines, "We must heed these natural alliances."

Rohese gazes fondly at a majestic glowbark tree illusion.

Rohese softly says, "Because the song of the forest is one of harmony, and its melody is easily lost if even a single note is silenced."

Rohese lets out a long, contemplative breath.

Rohese softly says, "May this work serve not only as a study of the verdant kinship we walk among but also as a reminder that we too are part of this great, living and breathing whole."

Rohese smiles.

Rohese softly concludes, "And that, ladies and gentle folk, is what I would like to talk about tomorrow!"

Rohese drops into a deep curtsy, moving smoothly as her arms sweep grandly to her sides.
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===The Hornet & the Hollyhock: The Cultural Importance of Flowers -- [[Aliraswaen]]===
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Aliraswaen says, "Good day, my friends and fellow admirers of flora. I thank you, most sincerely, for joining me in this verdant jewel of the Shining City. I am Aliraswaen of Nielira Harbor, a small and sea-brushed town along the Nalfein coast, where the light falls warm and the gardens climb the stonework like music set to vine."

You see Aliraswaen.
She appears to be a Nalfein Elf.
She is of average stature and has a willowy, thin frame. She appears to be very young. She has golden, hazel-flecked cornflower blue eyes and subtly tanned skin. She has waist-length, silky caramel brown hair divided into twin reverse-weave braids that start at the temple and descend to the nape in wrist-thick lengths woven in heather grey and burgundy ribbons amid a tracery of baby's breath. She has a delicate face, an aquiline nose and high cheekbones culminating in sharply curved, pointed ears. She has bloom-painted burgundy lacquer upon her long, rounded nails.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a pewter-strung dark burgundy hollyhock, a rosewood-boned ebon silk corset painted in spires of burgundy blossoms over a very pale dusty rose blouse with split wrist-bound sleeves, a pewter and rosewood disc girdle pyrographed in hollyhock columns, a heavy ebon organza skirt painted in heather grey bloom-laden trellises with some layered burgundy petticoats underneath, and a pair of low-heeled sandals lifted by rosewood heels.
Placed alongside her is an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt.

Aliraswaen says, "It is an honor to be here, amidst such learned company, to speak on a flower that holds a quiet but persistent magic for me: the hollyhock."

Rohese beams happily at Aliraswaen!

Imrys smiles.

Rohese softly mouths, "So pretty."

Arbeia agrees with Rohese.

Aliraswaen says, "Now, I suspect more than a few of you have passed hollyhocks without much fanfare, nodding at their cheerful stalks as you strolled to admire something rarer, or more temperamental. And that's fair. The hollyhock doesn't pout or preen. It simply grows. Tall. Colorful. Steady. It is the sort of flower that thrives best when no one is watching too closely."

Aliraswaen suggests, "But today, I should like us to watch a little more closely. To pause. And to see."

Aliraswaen pauses politely, a thin, warm smile gracing her lips.

Aliraswaen paces to her right, moving in a circle around a low oval planter sporting white and lavender hollyhocks.

Tikba nods thoughtfully at Aliraswaen.

Aliraswaen casually says, "You see, the hollyhock has been with us a very long time."

Aliraswaen continues, "Long before gardeners bred for double blooms or marbled petals, the single hollyhock rose like a spire near doorways, chapels, and wells."

Aliraswaen thoughtfully explains, "It came to us from across sun-drenched plains, traveling by seed, by trade, and sometimes by accident, though I have found that accidents in botany are often simply miracles mislabeled."

Aliraswaen offers a soft, friendly chuckle.

Aliraswaen inquires, "Does anyone here grow hollyhocks? Or recall seeing them near childhood gates or old garden walls?"

Missoni murmurs, "Not especially."

Vanathys says, "Though, to be fair, I grow a bit of nearly everything I can."

Vanathys chuckles.

Arbeia asks, "Do they grow in the desert?"

Aubriella says, "I did collect a nice bunch on Nielira Harbor."

Gilenir admits, "I've been having difficulty getting them to properly seed."

Speaking slowly to Arbeia, Aliraswaen says, "I am uncertain."

Aubriella says, "But grow them, n o."

Rohese softly says, "I too have struggled."

Speaking to Gilenir, Vanathys says, "I will transplant some, if you wish."

Aliraswaen nods at Gilenir.

Gilenir gazes hopefully at Vanathys.

Aliraswaen says, "Sometimes they are resistent."

Arbeia says, "Cannot say I have ever seen any there."

Aliraswaen softly continues, "In Ta'Nalfein, where refinement is expected and gardens are often judged as much as gowns, the hollyhock holds a strange place."

Aliraswaen smiles quietly to herself.

Aliraswaen says, "It is seen as rustic by some. Sturdy. Perhaps even coarse. But I argue otherwise. There is grace in its reach. Poise in its persistence."

Aliraswaen affirms, "The hollyhock does not demand beauty it becomes it."

Aliraswaen picks up an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt from alongside her.

Aliraswaen says, "I've gathered my reflections, woven through with a tale from the Nieliran coast, in a book titled The Hornet and the Hollyhock. It is part fable, part meditation, and fully a love letter to the way wildness and grace often reside side by side. Copies are available to you all, with my compliments. I hope it may plant a little seed of delight, or curiosity, or wonder."

Aliraswaen offers Rohese an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt.

Rohese accepts Aliraswaen's suede tome.

Aliraswaen offers you an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

Missoni appreciatively says, "How generous."

Aliraswaen nods at Rohese.

Rohese holds an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt in her hand close to her body.

Aliraswaen smiles.

[Aliraswaen gives everyone a tome]

You accept Aliraswaen's offer and are now holding an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt.

You incline your head.

You say, "This is very kind, thank you."

>L tome
Corbeau green marked in gilt lettering decorates the edge of the spine, transitioning to burgundy-black on the back and cover beyond a clearly delineated line of silver. Decorative embossing upon the flat plane of the cover creates the raised impression of hollyhock stalk, its upper section still furled while its middle is in full bloom. Faenor-hued paint create a sheen of color near the upper right corner where a hornet rests. The words "The Hornet and the Hollyhock" stretch across the lower section.

Tikba politely says, "Thank you very much."

Imrys murmurs, "How lovely. Thank you for sharing your work with us."

Speaking to Gilenir, Ionlas whispers aloud, "Will you read it to me, too?"

Speaking to Aliraswaen, Aubriella says, "Oh, thank you."

Eruien gives a sidelong glance at Ionlas.

Speaking pointedly to Ionlas, Gilenir says, "But you're literate."

>read my tom
The Hornet and the Hollyhock

Introduction ................................... 2
The Hollyhock .................................. 4
The Hornet ..................................... 7
Signals in Bloom and Stone ..................... 15
In the Nest of Stories ......................... 22
In Word and Warning ............................ 29
Closing Reflections ............................ 36
Page 1

Vanathys just nudged Gilenir.

Vanathys whispers something to Gilenir.

Ionlas frowns.

Gilenir says, "Oh."

Speaking to Gilenir, Ionlas says, "Yes, I suppose I am."

Speaking to Ionlas, Gilenir says, "I mean... yes."

Gilenir surreptitiously glances at Vanathys.

Vanathys gazes up into the heavens.

Eruien mutters, "Smooth."

Vanathys says, "Thank you. This will be excellent for my collection."

Rohese smiles at Vanathys.

Rohese giggles softly at Eruien.

[Arboretum, Arboreal Gallery]

Verdant-curtained foliage drapes across the fallen arboreal forms scattered along the forest floor, the various trunks and elongated branches sculpted around the archways encircling the dome. Vibrantly colored toadstools encircle the moss-covered tables nestled into the soil, the clusters framed by branch-crafted easels and twine-hung yll'suta. Birdsong echoes throughout the area, the avians hidden amongst the canopy of greenery set high above. You also see an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt, a low oval planter sporting white and lavender hollyhocks, a yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake with a wild mane of cobalt briar hair, a lazy wild deep red dog, a vexed wasteland spirit that is flying around, a large vibrant harlequin macaw parrot and a green-eyed ridge caracal.

Also here: Loremaster Rohese who is sitting, Bathcwyn Missoni who is sitting, Lord Gilenir who is sitting, Rivienne, Tikba who is sitting, Imrys who is sitting, Lord Ionlas who is sitting, Aubriella who is sitting, Fleurs who is sitting, Vanathys who is sitting, Oirisu who is sitting, Arbeia who is sitting, Lord Eruien who is sitting, Aliraswaen, Stassy

Obvious paths: out

Speaking amusedly to Vanathys, Oirisu says, "Because they clearly are the same type of literature."

Aliraswaen continues, "Now, to the flower's habits. Hollyhocks are biennial, or sometimes short-lived perennials, depending on their treatment. They prefer full sun and well-drained soil, and though they grow tall, often taller than most elves I know, they begin in modest rosettes. Their strength, like that of so many things, is in what lies quietly at the base."

Gilenir grins wryly at Ionlas.

Ionlas leans softly against Gilenir.

Ionlas rolls his eyes.

Aliraswaen lightly says, "Some gardeners see their susceptibility to rust as a flaw, but I find it an invitation to companion plant, to rotate, to learn. Nature rarely gives us perfection without asking us to participate."

Speaking sheepishly to Aliraswaen, Rohese says, "And to think I pulled them all when I spotted rust."

Aliraswaen knowingly says, "And there is something rather dear about seeing bees and beetles nestle deep into those open blooms. They're almost cup-like. They hold things. Like stories. Or secrets."

You see Lord Eruien Lithavir the Living Canvas and Most Esteemed Representative of Ta'Loenthra.
He appears to be a Loenthra Elf.
He is tall and has a lithe body. He appears to be young and robust. He has subtly tilted, azure-flecked sea green eyes and unlined pale skin. He has long, silky ginger hair drawn into a loose half-braid by a loop of naefira-carved resaeun. He has a long, softly angled face, a straight nose and broad shoulders.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a translucent filament strung with a single drop of fused glass, a cropped sueded jacket dyed a rich larkspur blue hue, a deep-plunging charcoal brocade waistcoat cut short at the ribs over a sheer chiffon shirt veiled in floral embroidery across the chest, a finger-spanning coiled silver ring kissed with powdered amethyst, a pair of pearl grey twill trousers slit at the calves to reveal lace godets, and a pair of mirror-shined leather brogues with cutout vamps.

Aliraswaen politely inquires, "Would any of you like to ask a question? Or perhaps share a memory of hollyhocks in your own garden or another flower that, to you, holds the same sort of quiet, unexpected grace?"

(Rohese tentatively raises her hand.)

Vanathys glances at Rohese.

Rohese points at Vanathys.

Aliraswaen amusedly asks, "Come, surely you have favorites... Or why are we at this symbosium?"

Vanathys says, "Ladies first."

Rohese insistently says, "No, no, you were first."

Vanathys says, "I insist that you go first."

Rohese whines at Vanathys!

Rohese reluctantly says, "As you wish."

Rohese hesitantly says, "I'd like to share a rose, if I may."

Aliraswaen delightedly exclaims, "Of course!"

Rohese softly begins, "One of the common funeral customs in Ta'Illistim is the Selanair, which is as old as the Elven Houses themselves."

Rohese softly continues, "It means dusk's light and it is essentially the observance of displaying a deceased love one so those who wish to show their respect can do so."

Rohese smiles.

Rohese softly says, "This beautiful blossom, the asuleriel, is a unique variety of blue rose that represents peace and hope."

Rohese taps a pale-veined deep blue asuleriel, which is in her right hand.

Rohese softly says, "It is associated with such remembrance ceremonies and the petals often cover the form of the deceased."

Rohese softly says, "They're very rare in the wild but can be nurtured in gardens."

Rohese softly says, "This was grown in the rose garden at Ailanthus Manor out on Whistler's Pass."

Fleurs nods appreciatively.

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at her deep blue asuleriel.

Aliraswaen respectfully says, "It is a lovely specimen."

Rohese smiles at Aliraswaen.

Rohese softly says, "It has taken centuries of cultivation by the gardeners there and it is there pride and joy."

Oirisu looks thoughtfully at Vanathys.

Rohese softly exclaims, "Lumnis forfend anyone who attempts to pick them without permission!"

Rohese softly says, "And it is worth noting that a florist of any worth would never charge when being purchased for a deceased loved one."

Eruien begins chuckling at Rohese!

Rohese softly says, "They are always given freely."

Aliraswaen quietly says, "An amazing honor and gift."

Speaking to Rohese, Vanathys teases, "You said the same thing I was going to."

Speaking appreciatively to Aliraswaen, Rohese says, "It took a lot of persuasion to have this one."

Rohese softly says, "Ah, then I am sorry."

Aliraswaen understandingly says, "Well can I imagine."

Aliraswaen nods slowly.

Aliraswaen asks, "Did anyone else wish to share?"

Vanathys says, "I had a question."

Aliraswaen politely admonishes, "Please."

Aliraswaen thoughtfully says, "I imagine that some could, however, many tales are tied to its nature being a repelent for many demons. I suppose most planters and growers prefer it to remain in an un-refined state to ensure it does not lose these qualities."

Eruien stifles a yawn behind the back of his hand.

Missoni glances appraisingly at Aliraswaen.

Rohese surreptitiously glances at Eruien.

Rohese shakes her head at Eruien and clucks her tongue.

Tikba surreptitiously glances between Aliraswaen and Missoni.

Vanathys looks thoughtfully at Aliraswaen.

Aliraswaen says, "Let me see if I can find that..."

Vanathys says, "Superstitions getting in the way of progress..."

Vanathys says, "Interesting."

Aliraswaen says, "In the wake of the Sea Elf War, as Ta'Nalfein reeled from both shared grief and sharpened self-preservation, new symbols took root amid the scarred soil."

You interestedly ask, "Do the tales provide more detail on that repellent effect?"

Rohese looks thoughtfully at you.

Eruien gives a sidelong glance at you.

Missoni murmurs, "I wonder if that has been extensively tested."

Aliraswaen says, "A moment, I am trying to find the excerpt."

You twitch your darkened fingers in a display of your irritation.

Aliraswaen says, "It is a quiet defender, a symbol of survival, and a lingering echo of the dark tides that once swept near their shores."

Aliraswaen says, "Ah, here it is."

Aliraswaen clearly reads, "Favored for its height and fragrance, the blossom was said to aggravate the senses of certain demons, encouraging them to wander away. Whether apocryphal or true, its planting near thresholds and walls became a ritual not of beauty alone, but of unseen defense and memory. In the preservation of life, the hollyhock found purpose. In the preservation of dignity, it found a lasting place in Nalfein hearts."

Aliraswaen says, "You say superstition, I say tradition."

Speaking to Aliraswaen, Vanathys says, "A fair enough distinction, I think."

Vanathys says, "A tradition I do not hold, of course. Perhaps I will make some attempts of my own, then."

Speaking to Aliraswaen, Vanathys says, "That was my only question."

Aliraswaen says, "As you see fit, though I would caution that not all perenials like to be tampered with."

Speaking softly to herself, Rohese notes, "I must try and grow them again."

Aliraswaen says, "Sometimes, the simple rustic beauty is the best."

Speaking mildly to Aliraswaen, Vanathys says, "It is my specialty."

Aliraswaen politely says, "As you will, of course."

Aliraswaen inquires, "Did anyone else have a question or wish to shaer?"

Missoni raises her hand.

Missoni says, "I have always been fond of the peony. I suppose I do not have such a...ah... traditional reason."

Missoni says, "But its relationship with ants reminds me a bit of how the hornet and the hollyhock often work in tandem."

Speaking to Rohese, Missoni admits, "And also, the blooms are quite lush."

Missoni flushes slightly, some color reaching her cheeks.

Rohese nods enthusiastically at Missoni!

Aliraswaen says, "How intereting. I had not thought you one to be basheful, for that is its meaning, though its interaction and requirement of the ant is very synonymous of the Hollyhock."

Ionlas briefly glances at Gilenir's shoulder.

You see Lord Gilenir Veythorne Illistim.
He appears to be an Elf.
He is taller than average and has a muscular, able-bodied physique. He appears to be in the spring of life. He has vibrant hazel green eyes and tanned skin. He has short, tousled ashen blonde hair parted at a slant, leaving the unruly bangs to brush against the forehead. He has an angular face and well-defined cheekbones.
He is in good shape.
He is holding an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt in his right hand.
He is wearing a gilt-marbled white jade signet draped from a waist-cut chain, a jaw-framing blue jacquard collar affixed with twin brooches, a broad-shouldered doublet of smoked sapphire blue maedatha over a deep-cut vellum ivory silk tunic, some charcoal-tinted mykal trousers cinched down each hip, and a pair of suede-cuffed ebon suede knee-boots.

Aliraswaen says, "They have such a delicate fragrance to them, not showy or heady but light and fragile."

Speaking to Aliraswaen, Missoni says, "Yes, I do like that they are not overpowering in a garden."

Rivienne raises her hand.

You add, "And they bloom quite early, which I look forward to each spring."

Aliraswaen smiles at you.

Rivienne says, "Your fondness for the hollyhock, a flower that many find common or rustic, reminds me of my own fondness for dandelions, which most consider and outright nuisance."

Aliraswaen asks, "But don't then go to seed with such a charming nature?"

Rohese nods in agreement.

Aliraswaen delightedly says, "The little seeds on the wind, the childhood memories of endearing wishes and hopes."

Rivienne says, "They are like a small sun that refuses to be forgotten. Even when it's pulled up, it returns, not out of spite but because it persists, even through the cracks in cobblestones."

Rohese softly exclaims, "Like tiny fairies!"

Aliraswaen says, "Yes, they are definitely resilient."

Rivienne says, "Not to mention all the wishes they've carried for me."

Aliraswaen says, "We have given them the meaning of "respect and chivalry" or 'spiritual"."

Aliraswaen smiles at Rivienne.

Aliraswaen says, "I once saw a painting, it was in only three colors.... the lower right of the painting was awash in golden yellow, and the dandelion took center stage, a slash through its center to show its duality of growth. The lower half was it in full bloom, the other half was it going to seed and being tugged by a gentle wind that carried its cypselae up to the right corner..."

Aliraswaen says, "The seeds transformed near the top into dark birds."

Aliraswaen says, "It was title: When wishes turn to wings."

Missoni lightly says, "How clever."

You cock your head.

Eruien nods approvingly.

Aliraswaen says, "Such a lovely, persistent flower."

Aliraswaen says, "Thank you for sharing."

Aliraswaen asks, "Did anyone else have one?"

Fleurs raises her hand.

Fleurs says, "I am especially fond of the plumeria. Lush, fragrant, and tropical, it always reminds me of good times. I find the scent very relaxing."

Aliraswaen says, "And it is such an amazing specimen as it almost seems fake due it its almost waxy petals."

Rivienne says, "Their blossoms are always so perfect, they almost seem fake."

Rivienne nods at Aliraswaen.

Aliraswaen smiles at Rivienne.

Fleurs glances between Rivienne and Aliraswaen.

Fleurs grins.

Aliraswaen says, "They have such gradient change to them, too."

Ionlas says, "I'm not sure if you've noticed this, but the blossoms almost seem fake."

Aliraswaen says, "Always almost blushed with other hues."

Ionlas's face breaks into a cheeky grin.

Eruien gives a sidelong glance at Ionlas.

Eruien just nudged Ionlas.

Rivienne begins chuckling at Ionlas!

Aliraswaen says, "I do appreciate their spiced undertones. A lovely citrus pop...."

You see Rivienne Mandaire Loenthra of the Shining City.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is subtle in stature and has a balletic body. She appears to have come of age. She has demure violet eyes and lightly tanned skin. She has long, undulant starling black hair that falls to shadow her form. She has a fine-boned face and narrow, delicately pointed ears. Her aspect embodies a fluid symmetry of sharp angles and gentle curves.
She is in good shape.
She is holding an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt in her right hand.
She is wearing a vial-shaped glass pendant containing a preserved emerald green leaf, a gilded silk cincher over a green silk kaftan patterned with a fall of botanical-interspersed arabesques, a vine-wrought gold handflower, and some golden leather thong sandals.

Speaking politely to Arbeia, Aliraswaen inquires, "What is the blossom you hold so dearly?"

Arbeia says, "Oh."

Arbeia glances at a budding pale yellow creosote flower in her hand.

Arbeia asks, "This?"

Arbeia says, "This is a creosote flower."

Arbeia says, "From the desert."

Arbeia says, "I always think of home when I have this with me... for..."

Arbeia says, "When the monsoons come."

Aliraswaen says, "Such a delicate, small bloom."

Arbeia says, "They release the most amazing smell."

Arbeia smiles.

Aliraswaen asks, "May I?"

Arbeia offers Aliraswaen a budding pale yellow creosote flower.

Aliraswaen accepts Arbeia's yellow creosote flower.

Aliraswaen sniffs at her yellow creosote flower.

Aliraswaen says, "Hmmm..."

Aliraswaen thoughtfully says, "Musky...."

Aliraswaen sniffs at her yellow creosote flower.

Arbeia says, "The air fills with that smell after the rains come."

Aliraswaen says, "Almost like fres--- yes."

Aliraswaen offers Arbeia a budding pale yellow creosote flower.

Arbeia accepts Aliraswaen's yellow creosote flower.

Arbeia turns over her yellow creosote flower.

Speaking to Vaelani, Aliraswaen asks, "Did I remember that you raised your hand?"

Speaking encouragingly to Vaelani, Aliraswaen asks, "Had you a bloom to share?"

Speaking jokingly to Vanathys, Oirisu says, "We'll end up with more perfume notes at this rate."

Speaking to Oirisu, Fleurs says, "You can never have too much perfume."

Vaelani tentatively says, "Yes... I was going to mention red feather clover. I'm afraid I don't have one on me to share, but I can best describe it as looking like pinky crimson fox tails when they bloom."

Speaking to Oirisu, Vanathys whispers aloud, "Perhaps a seasonal line at some point."

Oirisu leans softly against Vanathys.

Speaking to Vaelani, Aliraswaen says, "I believe we call those trifoliums."

Vaelani nods at Aliraswaen.

Aliraswaen says, "They rather resemble the thistle in many ways."

Aliraswaen says, "Their tops are silver and white tipped, much like a fox tail as you said."

Vaelani nods in agreement.

Aliraswaen says, "They have a subtly herbaceous smell and a sweet honey-ness to them."

Missoni curiously says, "Where do they grow? I am not certain I have seen them."

Speaking happily to Vaelani, Aliraswaen says, "I lovely bloom indeed."

Aliraswaen says, "They are typically a glade plant, if my memory is any good."

Missoni says, "I shall be more observant."

Aliraswaen asks, "Did anyone else have anything to share?"

Aliraswaen offers Vaelani an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt.

Vaelani accepts Aliraswaen's suede tome.

Speaking to Vaelani, Aliraswaen says, "I think I missed you when we were handing these out."

Aliraswaen says, "Thank you. Every story shared reminds me that gardens are as much about memory as they are about soil. And the hollyhock, for all its humble roots, is a memory keeper."

Fleurs happily says, "I do love flowers, of all types."

Aliraswaen continues, "It grows beside kitchens, beneath bedroom windows, along roads where loved ones once walked."

Missoni applauds Aliraswaen warmly.

Aliraswaen says, "So, I thank you again for your time, your presence, and your willingness to walk this short garden path with me. May you find beauty in the ordinary. May you nurture what rises quietly beside you."

Aliraswaen offers, "And may your hollyhocks grow tall."
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===An Introduction to the Quiet Beauty of Night Gardens -- Lady [[Rivienne]] Mandaire Loenthra===
<pre{{log2}}>
Rivienne says, "Alright then, I'll get started."

You see Rivienne Mandaire Loenthra of the Shining City.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is subtle in stature and has a balletic body. She appears to have come of age. She has demure violet eyes and lightly tanned skin. She has long, undulant starling black hair drawn into fluid whorls ensnaring a lustrous full moon ornament before spilling in waves down the back. She has a fine-boned face and narrow, delicately pointed ears. Her aspect embodies a fluid symmetry of sharp angles and gentle curves.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a tiny arathiel sphere illuminating the hollow of the throat, a corseted jet silk coat swept back at the hips into a composed train, a sleeveless tulle gown descending in drifts of ivory chiffon, and a pair of almond leather slippers on sculpted bone heels.

Arbeia turns to face Rivienne.

Wylnar plops down to the ground in a sitting position.

Your face goes blank.

Rivienne begins, "As light falls away, the world grows both sharper and softer, and our senses rise to meet the darkness."

Lissaya's eyes glaze over as she stares, unfocused, into the distance.

Arbeia nods to Wylnar in greeting.

You give a sidelong glance at Wylnar.

You see Wylnar the Shadowbroker.
He appears to be a Half-Elf from Ta'Vaalor.
He is average height and has a lithesome, nimble build. He appears to be an adult. He has kohl-lined jade green eyes and ghostly pale skin. He has waist-length, silken white blonde hair threaded sparsely with leather beads and left to flow freely over his broad shoulders. He has an angular face, a scar-crossed, straight nose and subtly pointed ears.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a vivid pink linen cape with arabesque-stitched edging, a multi-strapped onyx suede harness over some sleek ebon shadarl armor banded in tonal suede, a pair of stygian half-gloves, a niello silver signet worn on the right pinky, a black leather tool kit, and some thin black leather boots wrapped in dark linen scraps.

Rivienne says, "Scent unfurls in the cooling air, carried more potently as the humidity increases. Sound, too, stretches farther, unbroken and unbothered by the hum of day."

Wylnar reclines back, supporting himself on his palms.

Rivienne thoughtfully asserts, "Darkness asks something of us. Few are taught how to move within it, how to relate to it. More often, we are taught to banish it."

Lissaya shifts her eyes to Rivienne.

Wylnar nods in agreement at Rivienne.

Rivienne says, "But darkness is not an absence. It is a force, a subtle shaping hand that turns familiar land into a foreign country. It is a balm, a companion to light rather than its enemy."

Rivienne calmly explains, "And shadows, far from being voids, are proof of presence. The way light flows around form, the way ripples reveal stones beneath a river."

Bathcwyn Missoni flounces through an arched duo of stained glass doors leading to the walkway amidst a diffuse cloud of prismatic glitter.

Wylnar waves to Missoni.

Rivienne lightly says, "I was raised on a Loenthran estate known for its perfumers' craft, where vast fields of botanicals were cultivated for distillation and trade, but the gardens closest to the house were created for something more personal."

Missoni glances appraisingly at Wylnar.

Missoni gives a short little hum of surprise.

Lissaya gazes forlornly at Missoni.

Rivienne recalls, "I remember my parents spending many of their evening hours together, walking the paths as the night breeze carried shifting waves of scent to meet them."

Rivienne shares, "They would pause beneath an arbor or lean over a cluster of blooms, exchanging thoughts about which notes might blend well or which fragrances would linger or vanish too quickly."

Rivienne says, "Aspiring poets, musicians, and painters under our family's patronage would wander those paths in search of inspiration, sit beneath a lantern to practice their work, or even weep quietly when their art betrayed them."

Wylnar furtively glances at Lissaya.

Rivienne smiles slightly.

You glance down.

Missoni nods sympathetically at Lissaya.

Rivienne explains, "These night gardens, interspersed across the grounds, belonged to everyone in the household."

Lissaya appears to be ignoring everything going on around her.

Rivienne wistfully murmurs, "And the parties...they belonged to the night. We would line the paths with foxfire, just enough to make the gardens glow like something enchanted."

Rivienne softly reminisces, "Somewhere in the dark, a quartet would play, and always, the perfume of the gardens, wild and shifting, would thread itself into the evening."

Missoni gazes with interest at Rivienne.

Wylnar looks thoughtfully at Rivienne.

Ionlas lets out a soft, wistful sigh.

Rivienne reflectively adds, "It always felt, to me, as though the garden itself was hosting the gathering, and we were simply guests."

Rivienne measuredly says, "Around nine elven, our sense of smell naturally sharpens, almost as if the body is tuned to meet the moment when night-blooming flowers begin to release their perfume. The effect feels intentional, like a signal."

(Rivienne lets a smile linger.)

Rivienne knowingly remarks, "The finest night gardens hold their fragrance just beyond reach, letting it drift in waves rather than overwhelm."

Wylnar lets his gaze wander over to you, his attention lingering for a few beats, one pale brow slightly arched.

Rivienne says, "Clusters of scented plants are arranged near seating areas so that each breeze carries a different note, a subtle composition of layered aromas."

Rivienne explains, "Container plants make this art easier, allowing scents to be moved and rearranged as the season shifts, or as one note grows too dominant."

Rivienne notes, "Herbs, sharp, green, and grounding, are part of the design, tempering the sweetness of white blossoms and adding a crisp edge that keeps the garden's breath alive and balanced."

Rivienne thoughtfully states, "The shape of a night garden is defined first by its structure. Hedges, topiary, trees, and shrubs lend the garden a sense of age and permanence, the kind of maturity that makes a garden feel lived in."

Rivienne says, "Paths and patios frame how it is walked, while arbors and lattices rise to lift climbing plants into moonlight."

Lissaya surreptitiously glances at you.

Rivienne notes, "Movement is part of the design, the rustle of grasses bending in the breeze, the faint chime of wind bells, or the mirrored flicker of candlelight in a shallow basin of water. Every element is placed not just for beauty, but to invite pause."

Rivienne evenly says, "Lighting in a night garden is meant to guide, never to dazzle. A single lantern, or the low flicker of candles, can soften the edges of every shape, making faces glow, skin luminous, and eyes catch the light."

Rivienne continues, "The placement of light becomes an art in itself. Grazing light brushed against textured stone, uplighting that gives a tree subtle majesty, shadowing that turns a statue into a silhouette on the wall."

Rivienne states, "Moonlighting, hung high in the overstory of branches, mimics the pale dapple of a clear night. Especially when the sky is overcast. The trick is restraint. To light only what needs to be seen, and let darkness carry the rest."

Missoni smiles.

Rivienne says, "The plants of a night garden are chosen for the way they transform in the dark. Whites, silvers, and pale hues seem to hold the light, while blues and violets deepen into something luminous under the stars."

Wylnar nods approvingly.

Vanathys looks thoughtfully at Rivienne.

Rivienne removes a richly pleated eburnean moonflower from in her jet silk coat.

Rivienne says, "A hedge of yew or other dark foliage serves as a backdrop, making its pale blooms appear to glow. Night-blooming jasmine climbs arbors and trellises, releasing its heady perfume in intervals."

(Rivienne idly traces the moonflower's soft petals as she speaks, her words unhurried.)

Rivienne says, "Tuberose, the 'mistress of the night', sends up spires of fragrance while moonflowers unfurl in a sudden rush, their large, white petals open for only one night before they close forever."

(Rivienne unfurls her fingers into an open palm, splaying them briefly before closing them back into a soft fist.)

Rivienne says, "Silver leaves of lavender, lamb's ear, and white sage catch light like brushed metal, and add herbal notes and a dry spice to the melange."

Rivienne remarks, "You are likely all familiar with petunias, yet may not realize that their sweet vanilla-like fragrance is released almost exclusively at night."

Arbeia smiles.

Rivienne put a richly pleated eburnean moonflower in her jet silk coat.

Rivienne says, "Honeysuckle, too, softens into its full sweetness after dusk, weaving threads of scent through the cooler air."

Rivienne adds, "Evening primrose and night phlox, flowering tobacco and heliotrope, wisteria and nightshades, each one adding its own note to the symphony. The plants are planned to blossom in succession, so that each evening offers something new."

Rivienne continues, "A night garden lives not only through its plants but through the creatures it draws."

Rivienne removes a marbled green luna moth from in her jet silk coat.

Rivienne says, "Moths, pale-winged and restless, are guided by fragrance and the steady light of the moon. Other light sources confuse them, but in the darkness of a true night garden, they follow their ancient rhythms, pollinating far more widely than bees."

Ionlas glances at Gilenir.

Rivienne explains, "Every moth is bound to a plant, often a tree, that completes its life cycle. Without it, the moth cannot exist. This luna moth, for instance, begins and ends its life entwined with the persimmon tree. Its larvae feed on its leaves, and it took its first flight from its boughs. The tree and the moth are part of one anothers story."

Ionlas squints at Gilenir.

Eruien gazes at Rivienne.

(Rivienne tilts the moth slightly, tracing the arc of an eye spot with a hovering fingertip.)

Rivienne observes, "The markings on their wings are often quiet warnings, mimicking the unblinking eyes of snakes or the wide gaze of owls, reminders of what else moves in the night."

Gilenir nods sagely at Ionlas.

Ionlas folds his arms over his chest as he leans back in his chair.

Rivienne says, "Fireflies appear as living sparks, rising and falling, each species flashing in a pattern as unique as a signature."

(Rivienne slowly uncups her hands, revealing the steady blue glow of a ghost firefly.)

Arelder gazes in wonder at Rivienne.

Rivienne states, "This is a unique species of firefly, called a blue ghost. Unlike the golden flicker of common fireflies, their light is a steady, ethereal blue that can last for nearly a minute at a time. They do not flash in patterns but drift like will-o'-wisps through the dark, their glow constant and haunting."

Wylnar reclines back even further, propped up on his elbows now as he listens to the lecture.

(Rivienne remains unfazed as the firefly slips free of her cupped hands, its light weaving upward before it veers toward the faintly glowing arathiel at her throat.)

Rivienne explains, "In certain places, entire colonies of fireflies flash in perfect unison, as though a single pulse runs through them all. It is not a strict rhythm but a wave, like candlelight being passed from one to another, flowing through the dark. The more they gather, the more their lights align, until an entire swath of forest or meadow seems to breathe, inhaling light, exhaling shadow."

Rivienne remarks, "Which, in a way, is exactly what they do. When they draw breath, compounds within their bodies meet the air and ignite, glowing until they release it again."

(Rivienne cuts short the firefly's flirtation with the arathiel and slips it back into her coat.)

Rivienne put a tiny lucent blue ghost firefly in her jet silk coat.

Rivienne says, "Glowworms weave a faint steady glow along moss beds or damp crevices, while foxfire, which refers to more than a single species of bio-luminescent fungi, lines fallen branches or old logs."

Rivienne says, "These glows are subtle but they lend the garden a sense of being alive. The presence of these creatures is proof of balance, a sign that the garden is part of something greater."

Rivienne says, "Water brings both movement and reflection to a night garden. A still, dark-lined pool can mirror the stars, becoming a moongazing basin."

Rivienne says, "Fountains and spills of water soften noise from beyond garden walls and the drift of floating candles moves the light."

Rivienne says, "The sky, too, is part of the design. Openings in the canopy frame constellations, and telescopes invite guests to look upward. Even circular paths and garden features can be arranged to echo the passage of the moons. A nod to the idea, as above, so below."

(Rivienne moves her hand, using her fingertips to trace the line of an invisible circle in the air before her.)

Rivienne says, "The influence of the moons stirs both groundwater and growth, and the night garden, like the tides, responds to their phases."

Rivienne elaborates, "Their shifting cycles set the pace for planting, tending, and harvesting, especially for botanicals meant for magical or alchemical use."

Rivienne warns, "No planting is done on the day or night of the new moon, when energy is unsettled and the pull is at its lowest."

Rivienne says, "As the moon begins to wax, so do the plants, drawing in moisture and strength, marking the the time to sow seeds and encourage new growth."

Rivienne notes, "The full moon is a moment of culmination, its broad light drawing water to the surface of the soil, making it the ideal time for harvesting botanicals at their peak potency."

Rivienne says, "As the moon wanes, the garden enters a phase of release and preparation. Pruning, clearing, and readying for the next cycle."

Rivienne says, "Thank you for listening, for walking this garden path with me in thought and memory."

Wylnar sits up straight.

Wylnar applauds Rivienne.

Arbeia applauds politely.

Rivienne shares, "I believe every scent carries a story, and a night garden tells a new story with every nightfall."

Rivienne proudly states, "In Loenthra, some of us hold that the highest art is to become a muse unto others."

Speaking to Rivienne, Ionlas says, "I need one now."

Rivienne gently concludes, "If my words have stirred something in you, a wish to create or to see the ordinary differently, then my purpose here is complete."

Vanathys agrees with Ionlas.

Eruien applauds Rivienne.

You applaud Rivienne warmly.
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===Pruned, Twisted, and Bewitched: An Overview of Magically Altered Flora -- Professor [[Vanathys|Vanathys Ravistel]] Vaalor===
<pre{{log2}}>
Vanathys begins, "Good afternoon. I'm Vanathys Ravistel, Royal Botanist to Ta'Vaalor. Today, we will discuss an overview of magical plant alteration, touching briefly on a range of techniques, their theoretical bases, and ethical implications."

Ionlas gazes at Vanathys.

Arbeia turns an inquisitive ear toward Vanathys.

Vanathys glances at a rectangular slate board propped on an easel.

You gaze with interest at Vanathys.

Vanathys says, "A brief outline is available on the board."

>read board

In the Common language, it reads:

Pruned, Twisted, and Bewitched:
An Overview of Magically Altered Flora

I. Techniques
A. Symbiotic Grafting
B. Elemental or Spiritual Infusion
C. Rune-Grafting
D. Transpositional Binding
E. Emotional or Empathetic Imprinting
II. Inheritance
III. Ethics and Sentience

Vanathys points out, "This is meant to be more of a survey to establish a foundational knowledge rather than an exhaustive exploration of the topic."

Lissaya shifts her eyes to a rectangular slate board propped on an easel.

Vanathys folds his hands behind his back.

Ibar takes a moment to observe a rectangular slate board propped on an easel.

Vanathys says, "The first technique will be perhaps the most familiar to you, as it can also be done to lesser effect without magic--symbiotic grafting."

Eruien glances at Ionlas.

Vanathys explains, "Symbiotic grafting is favored by nature-attuned practitioners, druids, and the Greengair. It's considered the gentlest of techniques, as it involves binding compatible plants together using naturally aligned magical fields."

[Arboretum, Arboreal Gallery]
Verdant-curtained foliage drapes across the fallen arboreal forms scattered along the forest floor, the various trunks and elongated branches sculpted around the archways encircling the dome. Vibrantly colored toadstools encircle the moss-covered tables nestled into the soil, the clusters framed by branch-crafted easels and twine-hung yll'suta. Birdsong echoes throughout the area, the avians hidden amongst the canopy of greenery set high above. You also see a flying black portfolio, a vexed wasteland spirit that is flying around, a large vibrant harlequin macaw parrot, a yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake covered in star anises, a lazy wild deep red dog, a green-eyed ridge caracal, a rectangular slate board propped on an easel and a low oval planter sporting white and lavender hollyhocks.
Also here: Ibar who is sitting, Adjutant Yunni, Rivienne who is sitting, Tikba who is sitting, Loremaster Rohese who is sitting, Stassy, Feriae who is sitting, Lord Gilenir, Aubriella who is sitting, Fleurs who is sitting, Oirisu who is sitting, Bathcwyn Missoni who is sitting, Riend who is sitting, Miss Lissaya who is sitting, Arbeia who is sitting, Lord Eruien who is sitting, Lord Ionlas who is sitting, Vanathys
Obvious paths: out

Vanathys eloquently says, "Rather than forcing traits from one onto the other, it encourages mutual adaptation over time through shared root systems, entwined stems, or joined vascular systems."

Vanathys offhandedly notes, "I've found growth cycles and lunar or seasonal conditions can affect the success rate, though the exact conditions required vary by plant."

Vanathys suggests, "It's best to keep a detailed log of your attempts."

Vanathys shares, "Symbiotic grafting relies on the principle of life resonance or the idea that living organisms with compatible energetic rhythms can merge gradually without trauma."

Eruien squints at Vanathys.

Eruien whispers something to Ionlas.

You see Lord Eruien Lithavir the Living Canvas and Most Esteemed Representative of Ta'Loenthra.
He appears to be a Loenthra Elf.
He is tall and has a lithe body. He appears to be young and robust. He has subtly tilted, azure-flecked sea green eyes and unlined pale skin. He has long, silky ginger hair drawn into a loose half-braid by a loop of naefira-carved resaeun. He has a long, softly angled face, a straight nose and broad shoulders.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a translucent filament strung with a single drop of fused glass, a cropped sueded jacket dyed a rich larkspur blue hue, a deep-plunging charcoal brocade waistcoat cut short at the ribs over a sheer chiffon shirt veiled in floral embroidery across the chest, a finger-spanning coiled silver ring kissed with powdered amethyst, a pair of pearl grey twill trousers slit at the calves to reveal lace godets, and a pair of mirror-shined leather brogues with cutout vamps.

Rohese lowers her gaze.

Vanathys says, "Unlike sorcerous grafting, which we will discuss later, this process fosters balance and longevity, albeit the results can take time to manifest."

Gilenir nods in agreement.

Vanathys says, "This symbiotic grafting can be used to build disease or weather-resistant hybrids, share resources between plants with different root depths, and amplify the traits of hybrid plants through this harmony."

Yunni looks lost in thought.

Vanathys paces before the crowd as he gets more into the lecture, his hands talking with him.

Vanathys says, "An example of symbiotic grafting that is done with and without magic is apple and pear grafting. These fruit trees are closely aligned genetically, and as such, they have been successfully grafted onto shared rootstocks and harmonize quite well."

Vanathys says, "While symbiotic grafting is a slow process intended for long-term use, there are other methods that will return results quite quickly, albeit temporarily."

Rohese cocks her head at Vanathys.

Vanathys adds, "The first, and perhaps most common, is through elemental or spiritual infusion. This is most closely aligned to how the Farming Circles of magic work."

Vanathys asks, "Anyone here from an agricultural family?"

Speaking to Tikba, Vanathys says, "You will likely be familiar with some of this."

Vanathys nods at Rivienne.

Vanathys explains, "Those aligned with elemental or spiritual manas may induce temporary changes in plants by exposing them to controlled magical fields, typically in saturation."

Vanathys continues, "There are innumerable ways to do this, but in all cases, the magical energy must be gradually introduced in low doses to avoid a violent reaction from the plant's essence. After all, infusions rely on resonance harmonization with the plant's natural energy."

Vanathys holds up two fingers and slowly pinches them together until they are almost touching.

Vanathys says, "Slow and steady, as they say."

Vanathys evenly elaborates, "Individual practitioners will typically use a spell circle or a channeling apparatus aligned with their chosen element or spiritual frequency, alongside catalytic materials. Depending on the plant, the changes intended, and the plant's temperament, this can be a long and exhausting process, taking anywhere from minutes to hours."

Vanathys says, "In a larger farming setup, generally much of this becomes automated through the use of attuned crystals bound to the mana flows that give off a low, steady stream of energy to the plants."

(Rohese gives you a slight nod with a hopeful smile.)

Vanathys says, "The intended changes include accelerated growth, elemental or disease resistance, or sometimes even bioluminescence."

Vanathys says, "If you are into glowing plants, at least."

Vanathys notes, "This interaction does not restructure the plant's core essence, it is more of an overlay, so the effects are not enduring beyond the magical influence, and as such, not inheritable."

Vanathys continues, "Where symbiotic grafting and elemental or spiritual infusion are more flow magic, rune-grafting is a more rote form of flora manipulation."

Vanathys clears his throat.

Vanathys says, "Transitory in nature, this is most commonly completed on trees or shrubs, though it can be done on other types of plants if the surrounding soil is used or they have a taproot or some other larger structure to work on."

Vanathys adds, "Cacti are agreeable to this, for example."

Vanathys simply shares, "Though this is likely obvious, this method involves inscribing magical symbols or embedding enchanted runes into a plant's bark--or roots, or soil."

Vanathys emphatically says, "This can be used to great effect to enhance traits such as growth rate, environmental reactivity, or minor autonomous movement; essentially, you have turned the plant into a spellbook, so there are few limitations to what you can make it do, but it is far more specific and guided than in the prior, more naturally driven techniques."

Vanathys gives a sidelong glance at Oirisu.

Vanathys sheepishly admits, "The weeping willow at my estate once slapped anyone who lied nearby. Delightful at parties, really, though I can't say I enjoyed it when I was on the receiving end."

Oirisu appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Arbeia gawks at Vanathys.

Vanathys laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.

Missoni gazes in amusement at Vanathys.

Vanathys adds, "It was very, very sensitive to untruths."

Vanathys remarks, "But, eventually, and most fortunately, the bark grew over it."

Vanathys says, "This form of plant alteration must be constantly maintained, lest the plant outgrow them and the magic is lost."

Arbeia says, "Perhaps not use that on a cacti."

Arbeia says, "Being slapped by one would..."

Vanathys laughs!

Vanathys agrees with Arbeia.

Missoni glances over at Arbeia and winces.

Vanathys sweeps his gaze over the crowd, his demeanor becoming more serious.

Vanathys says, "The last two methods we'll discuss today are discussed purely in an intellectual capacity, as I do not suggest you ever use either of these techniques."

You glance at a rectangular slate board propped on an easel.

Missoni cocks her head.

Vanathys quietly inquires, "Have you ever seen a rose that grows from lichen and smells like grief?"

Vanathys grimly shares, "I have. Not by my hand, mind you, but it was a victim of transpositional binding."

Vanathys expounds, "Also known as sorcerous grafting, transpositional binding is an experimental method that utilizes minor planar rifts to graft traits between species or bind... external attributes."

Vanathys frowns.

Aubriella says, "That sounds dangerous."

Vanathys seriously warns, "The issue is that planar rifts do not ask permission. They do not ask for direction. They splice and scramble as they will. The results are... unpredictable and dangerous, albeit often memorable."

Rohese nods faintly.

Fleurs glances about with a look of concern on her face.

Vanathys says, "Transpositional binding typically results in spontaneous hybridization or unintended mutation. This is considered an extremely volatile practice."

Arbeia says, "Do not try this Missoni."

Rohese interestedly interjects, "I will actually be touching on that later."

Vanathys warningly adds, "It's also ethically questionable when involving unstable planes, which it often does."

Vanathys cautions, "Prolonged exposure to demonic valences may create hostile or predatory botanical forms. Most academic institutions severely restrict or completely ban this practice."

Arbeia quietly says, "A hostile cactus...."

Speaking to Arbeia, Missoni reassures, "I mostly only create planar rifts I can control."

Arbeia shudders.

Vanathys says, "On that serious note, the last method we'll discuss today seems most innocent and well-intentioned, perhaps particularly when juxtaposed with sorcerous grafting. However, it can be just as, if not at times more, controversial."

Vanathys warmly remarks, "Some botanists and other enthusiasts, usually those with soft hands and softer hearts, enjoy whispering, talking, singing, or praying to their plants."

Rohese softly giggles.

Vanathys evenly elaborates, "If intentionally driven by empathic projection or spiritual resonance, emotion can be imprinted into a plant. This is done through meditative or emotionally focused states to bond with the plant over prolonged and repeat periods of time."

Vanathys continues, "To condition the plant, the individual may then use a variety of techniques, including (but not limited to) aura synchronization, ritual verbalizations of stories or chanting, musical entrainment, or behavioral reinforcement."

Vanathys explains, "For example, a vine may learn to recoil from cruelty. A rose may be conditioned to bloom to music or laughter. It's gentler work."

Ionlas looks thoughtfully at Vanathys.

Vanathys grimly adds, "And sometimes, more dangerous."

Vanathys says, "You see, emotional or empathetic imprinting alters the plant's behavioral response matrix rather than its structure."

Vanathys paces slowly as he continues explaining.

Vanathys postulates, "This treads a fine line between adaptive behavior and... well, emergent cognition, straying precariously close to sentience and raising serious moral concerns."

Vanathys seriously reminds, "A flower that mourns when picked is not a success story."

Vanathys glances around the area.

Eruien nods slowly.

Lissaya shifts her weight.

Vanathys says, "On the note of altering structure and behaviors, let's briefly discuss inheritance."

Vanathys says, "Many ask, 'If I grow a luminous cabbage, will its seedlings grow?' The short answer is, no."

Vanathys chuckles.

Vanathys corrects, "Glow, even."

Vanathys amusedly adds, "The longer answer is still no, unless you are working ritualistically, repeatedly, and with enough time to convince the plant it was always that way."

Vanathys explains, "Generally speaking, a magical alteration is an overlay that exists atop the natural essence, not a genetic change."

Vanathys says, "Exceptions typically occur only with extensive, generational magical reinforcement."

Vanathys says, "Another exception is during major magical events. Think Maelshyve or Old Ta'Faendryl or Toullaire. Excessive exposure to high levels of magical energy will typically mutate any plants it does not kill, at an essential and genetic level, but this is not typically directed by an individual to obtain desired results."

Missoni adopts an agreeable expression.

Vanathys offhandedly theorizes, "The influx of energy at leylines could accelerate the acceptance of magical reinforcement, but this is still up for debate."

(Rohese perks up at the mention of leylines.)

Vanathys adds, "The inheritable effects of transpositional binding are still being studied by a highly regulated few, as the resulting plants are typically too unpredictable and dangerous to manage to breed."

Vanathys says, "...Minus the ones that repeatedly self-replicate at astonishing speed."

Vanathys says, "This brings us to the last topic--sentient flora and ethical concerns."

Vanathys jokes, "Let's be frank: If your azalea cries when you prune it, maybe don't."

Vanathys says, "Sentience in plants is rare, but not unheard of, particularly around high-energy regions near spiritual or elemental nexuses."

Missoni gazes in amusement at Vanathys.

Vanathys says, "Recognizable signs of sentience include reactive movement, vocalization, response to pain or praise, and memory-like behavior."

Vanathys jokingly says, "It may even scream at you or ask for a hug."

Vanathys glances at a yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake covered in star anises.

Vanathys emphasizes, "Ethically, the line is drawn at response to harm. A vine that recoils, whimpers, or heals itself is not merely alive--it's aware."

Vanathys pointedly repeats, "It's aware."

Vanathys instructs, "At this point, avoid forcing magical compliance--or what we often call sympathetic dominance. You should be treating cognitively responsive flora as living subjects with autonomy and potential rights."

Vanathys says, "That being said, I've provided the standard definitions for sentience as generally accepted in the botanical studies community. There are ethical debates even about that."

Vanathys gently notes, "Some believe all plants have a spirit or a soul, and as such, all could be considered sentient--essentially, not reacting as we expect to stimuli does not mean they are not having a response we cannot see or feel or hear. These people are generally opposed to magical alteration."

Vanathys carefully reminds, "In cultures where flora play religious or ancestral roles, this form of magic may be considered a sacrilege. As such, always consult local custom and spiritual doctrine before experimenting."

Vanathys warningly points out, "Finally, introducing awareness--whether you mean to or not--carries a moral responsibility."

Arbeia nods knowingly.

Lissaya wrinkles her nose.

Vanathys delicately reflects, "Is a flower that blooms only for praise truly bettered, or is it imprisoned by need?"

Vanathys raises an eyebrow.

Vanathys glances around the area.

Vanathys sincerely counsels, "Magical manipulation of plant life represents a delicate intersection of arcane methodology and natural order. It requires respect, restraint, and rigorous ethical consideration at all times."

Vanathys concludes, "Our role is not to dominate, but to collaborate with nature with both responsibility and humility."

Vanathys appreciatively says, "Thank you for your attention. I will now open the floor for questions."

Arbeia says, "What are your personal thoughts on...."

Arbeia asks, "The magical... root vegetables?"

Vanathys glances at a yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake covered in star anises.

Arbeia says, "Those odd little...singing ones."

Arbeia says, "No no."

Arbeia says, "Not the mandrakes."

Arbeia says, "The...potato."

Fleurs pets a budding sentient potato wearing a plush brown teddy bear costume.

Lissaya wrinkles her nose in distaste.

Vanathys says, "Oh, the potatoes..."

Arbeia nods at Vanathys.

Vanathys says, "I honestly have not studied them. I expect they are some form of transpositional binding that managed not to kill someone."

Vanathys says, "But, it is only an educated guess."

Vanathys asks, "Any other questions?"

Fleurs raises her hand.

Rohese raises her hand.

Fleurs asks, "Is the volatility of the plants in the Confluence due to the magical energy you speak of?"

Fleurs says, "Some of them can... explode... if mishandled."

Vanathys nods.

Fleurs nods understandingly.

Vanathys says, "Excessive exposure to high-levels of energy does multiple things to plants... If they are resilient enough not to expire, it tends to mutate them in violent ways."

Vanathys says, "They are more volatile, more resistant to damage or poor conditions..."

Vanathys says, "Exploding, poison, burning, rash-causing irritants... all more common."

Vanathys nods.

Arbeia shudders.

Vanathys says, "Particularly when, as mentioned with the elemental and spiritual infusion, it's not done slowly."

Yunni quietly murmurs, "Exploding?"

Vanathys says, "Saturation is possible but it needs to be gradual to avoid the reaction."

Fleurs says, "Oh, things shift in there all the time."

Fleurs nods in agreement.

Rohese wrinkles her nose.

Arbeia quietly says, "Exploding cacti..."

Speaking to Rohese, Vanathys asks, "Did you have a question?"

Speaking to Arbeia, Fleurs says, "Almost."

Rohese softly exclaims, "I do!"

Speaking softly to Vanathys, Rohese asks, "In the case of a grafting experiment that someone else is undertaking - where it is likely to take quite some time to complete - is it possible for another to take it over in their absence or would you recommend leaving that project to fend for itself - for want of a better term?"

Ibar whispers aloud, "As if i dont have to worry about exploding enough."

Speaking to Rohese, Vanathys says, "That's complicated and depends on your philosophical thought about the nature of plants on a more spiritual level."

Speaking quietly to Rohese, Feriae admits, "I've been watering it a bit when doing the rounds."

Arbeia fiddles with her mesquite case before lifting the latch and flipping the cover open.

Arbeia removes a diminutive camel-shaped topiary from in her mesquite case.

Speaking gratefully to Feriae, Rohese says, "Thank you."

Arbeia removes a pair of silver pruning shears from in her mesquite case.

Speaking to Rohese, Vanathys says, "I would say it's entirely possible, without issue, if you know what you are doing. However, there are many that think it would require some sort of spiritual bond with it, after it has been altered by another."

Arbeia prunes her topiary.

Arbeia smiles.

Speaking to Rohese, Vanathys says, "Also possible to take over, I would think, but you may need to do so more slowly, gently, and intentionally."

Rohese softly says, "I am inclined to tend it out of affection as it was - is - my husband's work."

Rohese softly says, "So with care then."

Speaking to Rohese, Vanathys says, "I would say that if the latter is true, then, that you are already a step ahead in the bond."

Fleurs says, "Watering seems quite gentle."

Vanathys asks, "Any other questions?"

Missoni raises her hand.

Eruien raises his hand.

Speaking appreciatively to Vanathys, Rohese says, "Thank you, I shall endeavour to live up to his intentions."

Speaking to Eruien, Vanathys says, "No."

Speaking to Missoni, Vanathys asks, "Yes, Missoni?"

Missoni gazes in amusement at Eruien.

Eruien laughs!

Oirisu surreptitiously glances at Eruien.

Missoni says, "You have mentioned that magical manipulation often has volatile effects, such as creating more poisonous specimens."

Speaking to Missoni, Vanathys says, "If done improperly, yes."

Oirisu whispers something to Eruien.

Speaking to Vanathys, Missoni asks, "Has such manipulation been used to make poisonous plants perhaps...safer?"

Speaking to Missoni, Vanathys says, "It absolutely has and can be done. Symbiotic grafting is a good way to handle it, but so is spiritual infusion."

Speaking to Missoni, you ask, "Would that be in pursuit of uncovering useful qualities that may be guarded beyond a perilous gate?"

Vanathys says, "It may be difficult to find a compatible symbiotic graft, but if you can find one that has natural properties that resist poison, it could be technically used to dampen rather than amplify the poisonous effects of the hybrid."

Speaking to you, Missoni says, "Yes, or even to address concerns in an ecosystem. If a monarch could eat something besides milkweed, perhaps such populations could be bolstered."

Vanathys says, "Otherwise, I would say you could use spiritual infusion to dampen them, but keep in mind that once the fruit or leaf or other structure is severed from the plant, it would likely lose that dampening effect."

Speaking to Missoni, Vanathys says, "However, it would work in that context."

Missoni nods thoughtfully at Vanathys.

You nod understandingly.

Aubriella says, "There are some berries and plants that naturally remove poison."

Speaking to Vanathys, Missoni asks, "That is quite fascinating. So once you plucked the berry from the magically altered plant, it would become poisonous again?"

Missoni says, "I suppose that does makes sense. The influence of the rune or other means of manipulation is gone."

Missoni leans forward and rests her chin in her hand, a thoughtful expression on her face.

Speaking to Missoni, Vanathys says, "It could. Though, there's a possibility if you start a continuous infusion from seeding, perhaps it would never formulate the poisonous aspects."

Missoni nods slowly.

Vanathys says, "I've never tried."

Vanathys says, "I probably will now."

Vanathys laughs!

Aubriella begins chuckling at Vanathys!

Speaking to Vanathys, Missoni exclaims, "I hope you will let us know how it goes!"

Vanathys says, "In truth, most of my work for Ta'Vaalor goes into building resistances for crop yields."

Speaking to Vanathys, Fleurs says, "It was nice knowing you."

Riend slowly empties her lungs.

Vanathys asks, "Any other questions, other than from Lord Lithavir?"

Arbeia begins chuckling at Vanathys!

Eruien says, "It was only mildly sarcastic."

Arbeia says, "Mildly."

Speaking softly to Eruien, Rohese commends, "Mildly is an improvement."

Vanathys says, "Excellent. If there are no other questions, I'll conclude so we have time to rest our brains before Rohese's upcoming lecture."
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===Verdant Symbiosis: Communion, Ritual and Reverence -- Lady Rohese Bayvel===
<pre{{log2}}>Rohese softly says, "Well, I've finished my tea so I don't have an excuse now."

Arbeia smiles at Rohese.

Rohese glances around the area.

Rohese softly greets, "Good afternoon, everyone!"

Yunni beams happily at Rohese!

Rohese folds her hands.

Rohese softly says, "In yesterday's lecture, we briefly explored how the sentience and survival of trees is interwoven with the lives of the smaller, often-overlooked flora and fauna that dwell in their leafy shade and furrowed bark."

Rohese softly says, "It would be remiss to speak of symbiosis and sentience within our forests without reflecting on our place in it..."

Rohese wrinkles her nose.

Rohese softly continues, "...how we also participate in the verdant orchestra of Elanthia."

Rohese softly remarks, "We are not merely observers of the wild, nor masters over it; we are collaborators, interpreters, and sometimes even supplicants."

Tikba looks thoughtfully at Rohese.

Rohese softly says, "Across Elanith, we have long cultivated bonds with the natural world; not only through stewardship, but through communion, ritual, and reverence."

Rohese softly says, "And it is this latter part that I wish to cover today."

Rohese brightly says, "Let us start close to home."

Rohese softly says, "Among the elves of Ta'Illistim, our relationship with trees is one of careful observation and scholarly deference."

Rohese softly informs, "We tend to view the world as a great library and trees are some of the books whereby we may read and see the traits attributed to the Arkati: their supposed power, wisdom, goodness, and malevolence."

Rohese softly adds, "For as trees are books, so likewise in the same sense they have a voice and speak plainly to us and teach us if we are willing to listen."

Rohese softly elaborates, "During our Udienaeun, we consult the language of leaf, bark and branch as we might consult a library, for trees have long memories, and their patterns of growth and flowering can reveal more than soil or season."

Rohese softly says, "Some among the Loremasters - particularly the palaeoreaders - practice dendromancy, the art of divination by the reading of bark fissures that are said to predict cycles of unrest or renewal."

Rohese softly says, "The glowbark tree in the Veythorne Manor grounds, beloved to me and woven deeply into my own work, has become both muse and oracle."

Rohese reaches out with a complex gesture and activates the panel of her agara-fae wristlet. Silvery white will-o'-wisps suddenly appear and dance in the air before coalescing and shifting into a majestic glowbark tree illusion.

Rohese purses her mouth, pondering a majestic glowbark tree illusion. The expression on her face speaks volumes.

Rohese softly says, "Its luminous canopy pulses brighter during times of emotional or magical turbulence, leading some to believe it responds to more than just moonlight."

Rohese softly says, "In Ta'Nalfein, the elves there, who are more attuned to cultivation and refinement, have preserved a courtly tradition of floromancy, using the arrangement, colour, and bloom-time of flowers for both communication and prediction."

Gilenir nods once.

Rohese softly says, "A blossom out of season is viewed as a subtle portent, while the emergence of a second bloom on a fading vine may be taken as a sign of renewal or resurgence."

Vanathys gives a sidelong glance at Oirisu.

Rohese smiles at Oirisu.

Speaking softly to Oirisu, Rohese says, "Perhaps you might share more on that some time."

Vanathys smiles quietly to himself.

Rohese softly says, "Nalfein terraced gardens are planted not just for aesthetic or alchemical use, but with patterns intended to resonate with prophetic dreams."

Oirisu nods briefly at Rohese.

Rohese softly says, "Their diviners often sleep in glass arboreta to receive such visions more clearly, surrounded by carefully curated flora."

Rohese softly says, "And it comes as no surprise that flora figures significantly in their Black Rose Decks."

Rohese removes a vine-edged hunter green deck painted with a black rose from in her linden case.

Ionlas murmurs, "Interesting."

Pulling the first card of the deck, Rohese slowly turns it over and presents it for all to see. The decorative placard has a tangled vine border sporting black tea roses, while the center colorfully displays the image of a pale dark yellow daffodil crown upon a long green stalk. After a brief moment, she carefully adds it to the bottom of her deck.

Rohese smiles.

Stassy says, "That sounds amazing."

Pulling the first card of the deck, Rohese slowly turns it over and presents it for all to see. The decorative placard has a tangled vine border sporting black tea roses, while the center colorfully displays the image of a delicate violet surrounded by wide leaves. After a brief moment, she carefully adds it to the bottom of her deck.

Rohese put a vine-edged hunter green deck painted with a black rose in her linden case.

Rohese softly says, "In contrast, the Ardenai elves of the Darkling Wood preserve a raw, ancient form of plant symbiosis, often centred around the deep groves of their homeland, as well as their more widely known custom of floral symbolism."

Rohese surreptitiously glances at Yunni.

Rohese softly says, "To them, all things speak, given the correct stillness to listen."

Rohese softly points out, "As well as Wind-sight - the simple release of natural debris and subsequent interpretation of its fall - they also practice rhyllomancy, an oral tradition of interpreting the creaks, groans, and leaf-fall of ancient trees."

Ibar surreptitiously glances at Yunni.

Rohese snaps out her hand with a complex gesture. An ethereal illusion of a sun-dappled forest glade appears above the palm of her hand, wavers briefly, and vanishes.

Rohese softly says, "Certain practitioners are known to sit unmoving beneath the same tree for days, awaiting the forest's reply to questions unspoken."

Rohese softly repeats, "Days!"

Rohese softly says, "Sylvans embody a more intuitive communion."

Rohese softly says, "Their seers listen to the rustle of wind through leaves or the cadence of falling pinecones."

Rohese softly says, "Some practice aeromancy by interpreting the spiral of windblown petals or the song of migratory birds overhead."

Rohese softly says, "I have been privileged to witness them drawing fate-lines in the dew of morning leaves and reading droplets like the starstones of the Burghal Gnomes spread upon a table."

Rohese softly says, "And we must not forget the Forest Gnomes, whose bond with the wild is as practical as it is magical."

Rohese softly continues, "They turn to lichenomancy or the "ohoc nuu," divining outcomes by the shape and spread of lichen on stones and fallen logs."

Rohese softly says, "The Inyexat, on the other hand, have perfected myco- and sporemancy, interpreting the growth patterns of fungi clusters or the colour of mycelial threads in the soil."

Rivienne smiles.

Rohese softly says, "It is said that some gnomes divine safe routes through the forest not with map or compass, but by watching how certain mosses curl when touched at dawn."

Rohese interestedly says, "Their bond with insects too is woven into their augury: a swarm's movement across a stump, or a single beetle pausing atop a seed, may mean more to a gnome than a hundred words."

Rohese wrinkles her nose.

Rohese softly says, "Together, these traditions form a kind of collective wisdom, diverse in method, united in intent."

Rohese softly says, "They remind us that nature is not passive matter, but a partner."

You nod slowly.

Rohese softly says, "It offers signs, patterns, and omens for those with the patience to perceive them."

Rohese softly says, "To read a tree's leaf is not so different from reading a rune."

Rohese smiles quietly to herself.

Rohese softly says, "To sit in close proximity to a Mother Tree in silence is to place one's trust in the world's older rhythms."

Rohese softly says, "Beyond their role in divination, the plants of Elanthia also offer us gifts more immediate and tangible..."

Rohese softly says, "...their virtues of healing, restoration, and gentle remedy."

Rohese softly says, "Long before empaths mastered the binding of flesh or bones, the forest offered poultices, tinctures, and infusions to soothe both the body, mind, and spirit."

Rohese softly says, "Though spell casting may offer swift cures, many still turn to herbal alchemy for its subtle touch and natural rhythm."

Rohese softly notes, "Basal moss, for example, grows on the bark of deciduous trees and can repair minor bruising, cuts and scrapes to the eyes and torso."

Missoni smiles.

Rohese softly says, "And red lichen, a symbiotic combination of algae and fungus, is often found crawling along the bark of fir trees."

Rohese softly informs, "When brewed as an infusion, it is a good cure for minor nerve damage."

Rohese softly says, "Magic breathes through stone, metal ore, and plant alike and our relationship to the natural world is never neutral."

Rohese softly says, "We are guests, yes, but also kin."

Rohese softly opines, "The trees may outlive us, but they remember our kindness or our neglect."

Rohese nods faintly.

Rohese reluctantly admits, "Though it is in my nature to dwell on harmony, beauty, and connection, I must turn now, however briefly, to the shadows that gather when such kinship is forgotten."

Arbeia raises an eyebrow in Rohese's direction.

You cock your head.

Rohese softly says, "Some ancient forests still bear the scars of war or over-zealous timber production."

Rohese softly laments, "The once-thriving groves beyond Talador's borders were reduced to nothing - not by axe, but by unchecked ambition and reckless magic."

Tikba nods somberly at Rohese.

Yunni winces.

Rohese sadly remarks, "I have wandered their ashen grey mounds, and I did not hear birdsong."

Arbeia reaches out and touches her silver locket.

Rohese tightly says, "There are also some that seek to twist nature by cross-breeding plants and other materials via mundane methods or chaotic magical tempering."

Rohese softly reminds, "Lord Ravistel touched on this earlier in his fascinating lecture."

(Rohese nods in acknowledgement to Vanathys.)

Aubriella glances at Vanathys.

Rohese disgustedly says, "Mutated weeping willows and thew bark trees, like the monstrosities in Goblyn's so-called garden, do not belong in this world."

Vanathys nods at Rohese.

Rohese softly says, "There are also those who walk blindly or boldly across hallowed ground."

Rohese snaps out her hand with a complex gesture. A stately lasimor tree illusion appears above the palm of her hand, wavers briefly, and vanishes.

Rohese thoughtfully says, "How many give thought to the rare and towering lasimor - with its deep and spiritual resonance - as they head through the forest to the Mistwatch shore."

Rohese softly points out, "The tree is a living embodiment of sacred geometry."

Rohese softly elaborates, "Its trunk, formed from the entwining of at least three distinct saplings, reflects the principle of unity through multiplicity; a triadic form resonant with Elanthia's most ancient magical symbology."

Rohese softly says, "The intertwining pattern of its growth and the spiral alignment of its bark is believed to align with ley energy."

Vanathys nods slightly.

Rohese softly discloses, "The largest recorded lasimor, formed from seven interwoven trunks, is considered to be a sacred expression of the septenary; symbolizing wholeness, harmony, and elven superiority."

Eruien looks thoughtfully at Rohese.

Rohese softly reminds, "There were originally seven Elven Houses."

Rohese softly notes, "And seven colossal modwir trees in Yuriqen."

Rohese softly says, "But not all harm is wrought from malice."

Rohese smiles.

Rohese softly says, "More often, it is the footfall that does not pause to listen, the flame lit for convenience without thought for what lies nearby."

Rohese softly assures, "Yet, in naming these things, I do not seek to scold but to remind."

Rohese softly says, "For if we are capable of harming, we are equally capable of healing."

Rohese warmly recalls, "Just ask the Greengair Gnomes of the Yasrenila Compound in Ta'Vaalor."

Rohese softly says, "So let us choose reverence, and in so doing, become part of the same sacred pattern that threads through lichen, moss, flower, insect, and root."

Rohese softly concludes, "May we listen. May we learn. And may we always return to leaf shade with humility."

Rohese clasps her hands in a reverent gesture.

Rohese softly murmurs, "Thank you."

Missoni applauds Rohese warmly.

Gilenir applauds Rohese warmly.

Rohese nods appreciatively.

Rivienne applauds.

Rohese relievedly says, "And now I need more tea."

Rohese lets out a sigh of relief.

Speaking excitedly to Rohese, Gilenir exclaims, "That was wonderful, thank you!"

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===Lost Arts: Healing Secrets of Ardenai Folklore -- Lady Elaejia Silithyr===
<pre{{log2}}>You see Lady Elaejia Silithyr Loenthra the Benefactress.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is perfectly postured and has a muscled, but soft physique. She appears to be of indeterminate age. She has subtly tilted cobalt-violet eyes and waxen-looking, pale skin. She has very long, silky caramel-brushed blonde hair woven in a labyrinthine spiral braid, the length faintly illuminated by a series of viridian arathiel rings. She has a pair of horn-rimmed eyeglasses perched upon her nose and a noticeably drawn face. Faint shadows haunt the hollows of her eyes. She has a thin-boned, gracefully angular countenance, tapering to a softly pointed chin.
She has a band of silver-inked sigils on her wrist.
Umbral darkness writhes from her fingertips, a stain on her skin that seeps down from her knuckles and drifts languidly into the air from the ends of her pointed nails.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a braided golvern necklace suspending a starburst of bronze-rayed emerald, a shoulder-caught hunter green wool cape, a ring-bound trio of sepia leather straps over a garnet maedatha blouse, a slim band of vaalin-cradled aragless glinting from the left ring finger, some long-cut wool trousers dyed in dark tones, and some sepia leather boots fitted with gilt toe-caps.

You lightly say, "I don't believe I shall wait the customary few moments, it seems most of our attendees have made their way back already."

Teveriel unfolds his chair and carefully places the chair on the ground.

Settling himself onto an arboreal lasimor armchair sculptured from tangled branches, Teveriel leans back, cradled beneath a lifelike canopy of carved leaves.

You take a deep breath.

You evenly introduce, "Good afternoon scholars. For those who do not know me, I am Elaejia Silithyr Loenthra. Among other things, I have been researching the intersection between botany, mana foci, and ancient wisdom for the past four years."

You fold your hands behind your back, waiting patiently.

You continue, "I have previously had the honor of presenting some of my findings, such as those from the Broken Lands, and those from the folklore of Ta'Nalfein. Since then, I have continued my investigations and lately turned my attention most recently into folk remedies."

You say, "As we all know, botanical remedies are daily shown to be imbued with remarkable power to heal the body of even the most profound physical trauma. One need only show some patience, and most injuries can be healed completely with a combination of well-understood and readily available herbs."

You nod appreciatively at Rohese.

You affectedly say, "However, there remain other afflictions--" she pauses for three heartbeats, then resumes stiffly, "Other afflictions that defy our understanding. Limbs that refuse to regrow, eyes that remain clouded, exhaustion that resists all recuperation, even spirits sapped by some implacable force."

You close your eyes for a moment.

You say, "It is in this area that I have lately focused my efforts in looking for forgotten understandings hidden in folklore, and having made some strides, I will share my initial findings today. It is my hope that the seeds of inspiration for further research will quicken in others' hands, hastening any discoveries that await."

Missoni furrows her brow.

Rohese looks at you with concern.

You tilt your head up.

You say, "I have broken my notes on Ta'Ardenai's remedies into three parts. First order insights, those which are easily discerned from common tales and knowledge, point to flora useful in many applications. This knowledge tends to be presented straightforwardly, uncomplicatedly--"

You gently brush your caramel-brushed blonde hair away from your eyes and, with a deft twist of your wrist, tuck it back into its bindings.

You rattle off, "Thilban, a variety of thistle long admired by herbwives for its resiliency, is beneficial to the stomach and liver. Acipha bark, useful for minor aches and pains. Pixiebell berries, a mild soporific."

You continue, "Imiren toadstools, which feature heavily in fairy-ring tales, and thuja, indispensible to the druidic ceremonies of the northern Ardenai. Toxic larkspur, mentioned in a well-known Ardenai legend of Zelia dancing upon a hillside, is known to brighten the spirits in tiny doses."

You smile at Yunni.

You say, "For second order insights, we must be more discerning. These are sometimes mentioned in some tales alongside other obfuscating factors, clouding their uses but still leading one to look closer at possibilities. Or they may be called by unfamiliar names, or even warned away from as poisonous. Some examples include red wormwood, chaga fungus, roseroot and witchwood."

>l on work
On the haon-framed worktable:
Misc [3]: a twine-bound laboratory notebook, a sheaf of hastily scribbled notes, a haphazard array of half-filled vials and jars
Total items: 3

You reach out and touch a haphazard array of half-filled vials and jars on a haon-framed worktable.

Rohese nods slowly.

You briskly expound, "Therefore, modern herbalists have already deduced many of their uses which range from red wormwood expelling parasites, to chaga tea reducing swelling, to roseroot - a distinct plant unrelated to roses - combating fatigue and improving endurance," she appears ready to move on, but a distracted look crosses her features and she adds with a shake of her head, "...And witchwood berries -- quite toxic, but with proper preparation can be used medicinally."

Missoni gazes thoughtfully at a haphazard array of half-filled vials and jars on a haon-framed worktable.

Riend settles her gaze on you, watching you intently.

You bite your lip.

You nod.

You say, "Additional forms of second order insights found in some tales include particular modes of preparation or admixture, such as those highlighting the potency differences between tisanes and potions."

You note, "Look for examples there to the remedies common to Pinefar."

You say, "So, the method of gleaning clues thus established, it is onward to seek third order insights that we head, to those that lie hidden in seemingly irrelevant asides and digressions, or those that lead the mind in wholly new directions."

You remove a smooth ebon leather portfolio edged in copper from in your glossy leather satchel.

You carefully remove your white transcript from one of the sleeves in your leather portfolio.

You put an oversized white transcript on a haon-framed worktable.

You put a smooth ebon leather portfolio edged in copper in your glossy leather satchel.

Gilenir looks thoughtfully at you.

You inform, "The farthest reaches of Ta'Ardenai present the very earliest known beginnings of civilization on Elanith. It is an area of the world called first home by other cultures as well - some Kindred clans, Truefolk tribes, and others - and the interplay between them has not always been peaceful. Fraught history has resulted in folklore from diverse perspectives combining and changing in complex ways, making the distillation of knowledge into useful connections challenging."

>read trans

In the Common language, it reads:

The Wayfaring Tree

Think on the days of your grandsire's long-gone beginnings,
And on the time when his grandsire hunted the forest.
Autumn had come, and the leaves had begun their withering;
There rose a hunter named Maelen, keen-eyed and steady.
He would impress the new court at the Winter Crossing Springs,
Bringing them pelts of the finest and silkiest feeling.

Words of his grandsire still echoed beneath his memory:
"Though you may wander and never find road or return-way,
If you have brought your luck the Wayfaring tree will guide you,
Look for its silver-backed leaves, and be found in its shadow."
Hand to his pocket he reached and he touched the small token,
Felt the soft weight of his luck, and stepped into the forest.

Dralys'Vaen welcomed him, old with its breath full of secrets.
Three leagues he traveled the first night, through hush and twilight,
Set down a snare, then lay under the low-hanging cedar,
Closed his eyes slowly and drifted to deepening slumber.
Dreams came to Maelen: a hand on his shoulder with power,
Guiding him onward or warning of what lay before him.

Morning had broken - a hare in his snare lay waiting.
Still he walked deeper, his hunger not yet diminished.
Six leagues he strode on the second day into the shadow.
Found him a rowan with skirts drooping low over mosses,
There set a snare, and soon slept in darkling silence.

Voices whispered in his dreams, though their meanings eluded.
Morning had come, and a fat little polecat was captured
Still he pressed onward, the call of the hunt still upon him.
Nine leagues behind him, the third dusk closed in with silence.
Juniper trees rose around him, with branches like curtain,
Blue-grey and heavy; he slept in their fragrant enclosure.

This time he dreamt of a flame, barely burning but holding,
Fending off fingers of frost reaching in from the blackness.
Woke he at dawn, and his snare was in tatters and ruined;
All of the needles had dropped from the juniper's branches.
Fear now gripped him fast. He turned, but could find no direction.

Chill in the air, and a dampness that sank in his sinews,
And too his strength now was fading. Eyes closed, he touched his small token.
"Luck," he cried out, "bring me home through the forest unending!
Guide me once more to the tree with its silver-leaf branches -
Wayfaring Tree, may your blessing yet shine on my footsteps!"

Then, from the juniper rose a bird clothed in color
Feathers like feylight and skyfire in endless commotion.
Maelen gave chase, for he knew it was drawn from his fortune,
Led through the wood, to the tree with the silver-backed foliage,
Crimson its berries and rooted in ancient remembrance.
There at its base lay the trail that he knew from his youth.
Quickly he followed it, rushing back through the dark wood.

Nine leagues he walked to return to the rowan's enclosure.
There heard he whispers, now clear in the voice of the forest:
"Free now the polecat you slew for your pride and ambition."
He set it loose, and it blinked and then darted to shadow.
Coldness withdrew, like a mist burned away by the morning.

Back to the Wayfaring Tree did he run without resting.
Three leagues he walked and arrived at the cedar of dreaming.
Now felt the hand on his shoulder again, gently urging:
"Free now the hare that you smothered, and walk without burden."
He set it down, and it waked, fleeing to the hush of the forest.
All of the cold that had clung to his body was lifted.

Back to the silver'd tree one last time, lighting the path home;
Three final leagues, and there! His house in the distance,
He had no trophies nor prize in his hand for the nobles -
Only his luck, and the memory pressed hard in his soul.

You say, "One such legendary connection is to a large shrub known as a Wayfaring Tree, known less poetically as viburnum. Some more prosaic tales of the Wayfaring Tree say it leads one to treasure, or to the heart's desire. Still other superstitions say they lead departed spirits from Geldliran onward to their destination."

Elaejia smiles slightly.

You aver, "This legend," she pauses with a glance toward the transcript, "Hails from the Ardenai who call the area around the Vernal Court their home, where the Darkling Wood meets the steppe. With the Darkling Wood forming one border and the frozen wastes another, the unforgiving landscape inspires thoughts of darkness, fear, and ill-omen in many of its tales."

Rohese leans forward.

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at an oversized white transcript on a haon-framed worktable.

You say, "It does make mention of several common tree species, though we currently know of few medicinal properties of note. However, these trees - cedar, rowan, juniper - they have long-held associations that are indeed featured here. The towering cedar embodies strength, the rowan guards ancient mysteries, and the juniper is a powerful symbol of protection."

You fold your hands behind your back, waiting patiently.

You interestedly say, "Additionally, I draw your attention to to notion that the Wayfaring Tree apparently leads the hunter either backward through time, or else has the power to restore life to his catch. For its toll, it strips him of all his prizes, and when he returns home, he is left largely as he began, though perhaps a little wiser," she pauses with a long look around at those gathered. "A powerful ability indeed to find oneself at the mercy of."

Yunni nods slowly.

You say, "Let us take another moment to consider the themes present: Ambition and pride. Dreams and talismans. Protective nature versus malevolent spirits. The warping of time. Sacrifice and rebirth. Circularity - traveling far but ending up where you started."

(Elaejia taps a pointed fingernail on the desk after each listed item.)

You lecture, "Of the mentions I found, I believe this titular tale speaks to a unique connection and indeed opportunity in the Darkling Wood. A place where the flora may well occasionally be empowered to truly embody the associations they still carry to this day."

You say, "It may not be through some concrete link from a specific flower or tree noted in a certain tale, but simply an openness to the ideas and links that underlie these stories. That these oldest places still maintain that connection to the numinous that the ancients observed, and through our connection to those places, we may yet still grasp the link."

You animatedly say, "All these powerful forces captured in one simple tale. They speak to something more at play - in this place," she stops, apparently gathering her thoughts for a moment, "We heard from Lady Bayvel about the interconnectedness of all things, and from Lady Mandaire yesterday on the importance of the timing and mode of harvesting when gathering ingredients for alchemical preparation."

You remind, "We also know that place has a known impact on the power and usefulness of remedies we gather even today for modern alchemists. It seems evident to me that a place with such a deep and powerful connection to us, one with primal powers we left behind in stories and legends amid our rush to expansion and conquest, should still remember and see us with the same clement regard as the Wayfaring Tree."

You forcefully say, "All legends start somewhere and though the passage of time might obscure their beginnings, I am confident that scholarship and experimentation can uncover and tap into the wisdom of the ancients."

You slowly and deliberately empty your filled lungs.

You incline your head.

You politely say, "I thank you for your kind attention."

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===Botanical Forms and Geometry in Glasswork -- Bathcwyn Missoni Sabretache Faendryl===
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===The Solitude Bee - Variations Along the Eastern Seaboard -- Feriae Enfiel and Miss Aubrige===
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Botanical Symposium/2025-07-26 - Ta'Illistim Botanical Symposium (log)

2025-08-01T17:02:32Z

LUNATUNES: updated summary

==Summary==
In 5125, [[Ta'Illistim]] hosted a Botanical Symposium, following the success of the [[2022-12-04_Botanical_Research_Presentation_(log)|Botanical Research Presentation]] in 5122 which led to the expansion of the Ta'Illistim [[Royal Arboretum]]. Led by Lady [[Rohese]], in coordination with Lord [[Gilenir Veythorne]], [[Ionlas Chesylrae]], and [[Vanathys|Vanathys Ravistel]], several leading researchers presented their latest findings for discussion.

Presentations by

'''Koaratos 26th 5125'''
*[[Gilenir Veythorne|Gilenir Veythorne Illistim]]
*[[Rohese|Rohese Bayvel Illistim]]
*[[Aliraswaen|Aliraswaen Nalfien]]
*Rivienne Mandaire Loenthra
'''Koaratos 27th 5125'''
*[[Vanathys|Vanathys Ravistel Vaalor]]
*[[Rohese|Rohese Bayvel Illistim]]
*[[Elaejia|Elaejia Silithyr Loenthra]]
*[[Missoni_(prime)|Missoni Sabretache Faendryl]]
*[[Feriae Enfiel|Feriae Enfiel Vaalor]]

==Logs==
===Lord [[Gilenir Veythorne]] Unveils the Arboretum Expansion===
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[Royal Arboretum, Walkway]
The column-framed walkway leads up to the arched duo of doors, the faenor-framed dome inset in honeycomb-like panels of glass. Ivy-draped partitions of blonde oak are angled between groupings of natural wicker chairs, the floral-framed portraits interspersed between slender moss-draped shelves. Framing either side of the entrance are a duo of silver-veined marble pedestals, each angular base encircled by a profusion of verdant foliage climbing upwards across the base. You also see a hulking melanistic grey wolf, a large vibrant harlequin macaw parrot, a glinting stygian scarab beetle, a yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake with a wild mane of cobalt briar hair, a lazy wild deep red dog, a black-eyed purplish grey haon mandrake, a ruby-crested greater bearded vulture that is flying around, a green-eyed ridge caracal and a brass-floriated sign of pavonated vellum.
Also here: Stassy who is sitting, Celothor, Fleurs who is sitting, Emissary Thrassus, Lord Gilenir, Aubriella who is sitting, Miss Lissaya who is sitting, Bathcwyn Missoni who is sitting, Lucraine who is sitting, Loremaster Rohese, Vanathys who is sitting, Rivienne, Botanical Researcher Feriae, Lord Eruien who is sitting, Lord Teveriel, Lord Ionlas who is sitting, Arelder who is sitting, Arbeia who is sitting
Obvious paths: south

Gilenir formally announces, "Welcome, citizens and visitors of the Shining City, to our inaugural Botanical Symposium."

Arbeia smiles at Gilenir.

Rohese beams, her eyes filled with delight!

Gilenir fidgets ever so slightly as he shifts his weight, nervously smiling across the crowd.

Gilenir nervously continues, "A simple request from Lady Bayvel sprouted into a wonderful collaboration between a number of botanists, horticulturists, and artisans."

Gilenir suddenly adds, "And one very enthusiastic insect researcher."

Missoni gazes in amusement at her surroundings.

Rohese softly giggles.

Feriae jokingly says, "She's been bouncing around the arboretum all week with her companions."

Gilenir nods in agreement at Feriae.

Gilenir says, "It is our sincere hope that this Symposium inspires others to share their knowledge and passion as we journey alongside Argent Mirror Sayilla in this new age of elven culture."

Vanathys nods in agreement at Feriae.

Gilenir clears his throat several times.

Ionlas gazes at Gilenir.

Gilenir sheepishly says, "As for my presentation, I am admittedly lacking the grace and studiousness of the ladies and gentleman who have graciously joined us for this symposium, but well, please join me and I'll show you what I've been working on."

Speaking to Feriae, Teveriel confides, "I am very much looking forward to yours and Miss Aubrige's presentation."

Eruien stands up.

Eruien offers a hand up to Ionlas.

Speaking to Teveriel, Feriae exclaims, "As am I!"

Speaking lightly to Teveriel, Rohese teases, "And mine too, I hope."

Ionlas squints at Eruien.

Ionlas stands up.

Teveriel smiles at Rohese.

Gilenir nervously says, "Come come, we have a bit of a walk."

Rohese winks at Teveriel.

Gilenir says, "And I don't believe I have the upper body strength to properly drag you all."

Speaking to Gilenir, Vanathys says, "Perhaps together we could."

Gilenir thoughtfully asks, "The mandrakes maybe?"

Speaking to Gilenir, Missoni says, "They are stronger than they look."

Feriae helpfully adds, "At least they're loud."

Feriae quickly says, "Like the peahens."

Ionlas whispers something to Gilenir.

Teveriel says, "Imagine a shrieking horde bearing us all down the var."

Teveriel warns, "The peahens will take it as a challenge."

Gilenir firmly says, "Alright, then."

Lord Gilenir's group just went south.

[Royal Arboretum, Walkway]

Vert-colored ivy entwines down the white marble columns framing the cobblestone walkway, the pale pillars affixed with latticed archways draped in the five-pointed leaves. Thin loops of vaalin wire hang high across the living ceiling, the opalescent hooks suspending colorful origami flora above several glowbark benches carved in whimsical fauna. Beyond the path sits a number of canopy-covered displays, the artwork framed by tall flora-filled planters set upon the well-manicured lawn.

Also here: Lord Ionlas, Arelder, Arbeia, Lord Teveriel, Lord Eruien, Botanical Researcher Feriae, Rivienne, Vanathys, Loremaster Rohese, Lucraine, Bathcwyn Missoni, Miss Lissaya, Aubriella, Emissary Thrassus, Fleurs, Celothor, Stassy, Lord Gilenir

A bur-eyed twisted witchwood mandrake sprouting autumn beauty sunflowers toddles into the area and up to Lissaya.

A bur-eyed shaggy illthorn mandrake toddles into the area and up to Rohese.

A yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake with a wild mane of cobalt briar hair toddles into the area and up to Missoni.

A black-eyed purplish grey haon mandrake toddles into the area and up to Feriae.

Arbeia says, "Moussa..."

You murmur, "Well now we're surrounded."

Gilenir indicates a wisteria-arched entry entwined with unfurled cream-colored peonies as a possible option.

Lord Gilenir's group just went through a wisteria-arched entry entwined with unfurled cream-colored peonies.

[Arboretum, Arboreal Gallery]

Verdant-curtained foliage drapes across the fallen arboreal forms scattered along the forest floor, the various trunks and elongated branches sculpted around the archways encircling the dome. Vibrantly colored toadstools encircle the moss-covered tables nestled into the soil, the clusters framed by branch-crafted easels and twine-hung yll'suta. Birdsong echoes throughout the area, the avians hidden amongst the canopy of greenery set high above.

Also here: Lord Ionlas, Arelder, Arbeia, Lord Teveriel, Lord Eruien, Botanical Researcher Feriae, Rivienne, Vanathys, Loremaster Rohese, Lucraine, Bathcwyn Missoni, Miss Lissaya, Aubriella, Emissary Thrassus, Fleurs, Celothor, Stassy, Lord Gilenir

Obvious paths: out

Rohese beams happily at Gilenir!

Rohese gazes with interest at her surroundings.

>l tabl

Trails of spongy, verdant green moss traverse across the flat stone tables, the low-set surfaces decorated in flora arabesques painted in henna. Tucked into the shadowed grass beneath each table is a tiny clay-crafted creature, the peahens and amphibians placed neatly in wicker-woven baskets.

Thrassus leans against his black staff as he takes in his surroundings.

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at a fallen arboreal form.

>l eas

Gently curved boughs are loosely entwined with knots of colorful thread, the geometric web forming a makeshift easel. Set along the tapering ends of the branches are several twine-hung yll'suta, their iridescent silk-crafted wings shimmering in the ambient light.

Gilenir sheepishly says, "I tend to spend my time in the dirt, but here we are."

Gilenir explains, "As Feriae has been working to expand the working areas of the Royal Arboretum, we came upon these particular arboreal forms."

Puffs of earthen green moss rest across the trunks of the trees laying in quiet repose, their elongated branches creating crescentic half-domes of layered foliage. Twig-crafted nests are scattered between the splayed branches along the upper arc of the canopies, the lower sections adorned with woven garlands and wood-framed yll'suta embroidered in silk thread. Folded letters and hand-crafted trinkets are tucked into the various grooves of the expansive trees alongside a handful of nuts and berries.

Gilenir says, "Whether fallen from age, or weather, or some other happenstance, there appears to be no damage or affliction beleaguering these fine fellows."

Gilenir leans against one of the forms, then quickly blushes.

Gilenir adds, "And ladies, of course."

Gilenir says, "In fact, they appear to be quite content here, perhaps even jovial if one believes a tree can express such emotion."

Gilenir continues, "Which is why Feriae and I agreed that there particularly cheerful trees would enjoy the company of others."

Gilenir ardently says, "I believe the constant woodland companions alongside the occasional two-legged visitor would encourage further growth not only from these particular forms, but perhaps across the arboretum and it's potential expansions."

Gilenir brightly says, "Happy plants thrive in happy environs."

Gilenir concludes, "But we do hope you do stop by and spend some time with the trees, we've added a few toadstools and some tables, as well as some easels if you'd like to display some artwork for a bit, though I'm sure a woodland creature or two may swipe it at anytime."

Gilenir awkwardly announces, "And that is my presentation."

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at a branch-crafted easel.

Missoni applauds Gilenir warmly.

Rohese applauds Gilenir warmly.
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===Verdant Symbiosis: The Partnership between Trees and Plants. -- Lady [[Rohese]] Bayvel===
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[Arboretum, Arboreal Gallery]
Verdant-curtained foliage drapes across the fallen arboreal forms scattered along the forest floor, the various trunks and elongated branches sculpted around the archways encircling the dome. Vibrantly colored toadstools encircle the moss-covered tables nestled into the soil, the clusters framed by branch-crafted easels and twine-hung yll'suta. Birdsong echoes throughout the area, the avians hidden amongst the canopy of greenery set high above. You also see a thin crimson lasimor leaf illusion, an arboreal lasimor armchair sculptured from tangled branches, a sturdy oak table on a base of cubbyholes and drawers with a blush-colored glass of cardamom and rose milk tea on it, a bur-eyed shaggy illthorn mandrake, a yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake with a wild mane of cobalt briar hair, a bur-eyed twisted witchwood mandrake sprouting autumn beauty sunflowers, a green-eyed ridge caracal, a lazy wild deep red dog, a glinting stygian scarab beetle that is flying around and a large vibrant harlequin macaw parrot.
Also here: Loremaster Rohese, Lord Eruien who is sitting, Arelder who is sitting, Stassy, Fleurs who is sitting, Emissary Thrassus, Aubriella who is sitting, Miss Lissaya who is sitting, Bathcwyn Missoni who is sitting, Vanathys who is sitting, Rivienne who is sitting, Botanical Researcher Feriae who is sitting, Lord Teveriel who is sitting, Lord Ionlas who is sitting, Arbeia who is sitting, Lord Gilenir
Obvious paths: out

Rohese sets a blush-colored glass of cardamom and rose milk tea on top of the oak table.

You smile at Rohese.

Rohese walks to stand behind a sturdy oak table on a base of cubbyholes and drawers.

Rohese rummages through a vellum-inset linden case covered with anatomical depictions of flora with a frantic look of loss.

Rohese nods once.

Rohese smiles.

Rohese softly says, "It's that time, I think."

Speaking lightly to Rohese, you say, "Your students are ready."

Rohese giggles softly at you.

Rohese softly greets, "Good afternoon everyone."

Rohese warmly says, "It is so lovely to see so many familiar faces on this auspicious occasion."

Rohese glances about with a cheerful expression, her misty grey eyes bright and friendly.

Rohese softly says, "Some of you may recall my Library Lecture last year on the Sentience of Trees, where I touched on the wisdom inherent in the give-and-take of nature; in its quiet agreements and search for balance."

Rohese bashfully says, "I apologise if a little of what I cover today is a repeat of that lecture but I believe the context will be helpful."

Rohese wrinkles her nose.

Rohese softly announces, "So, verdant symbiosis!"

Rohese reaches out with a complex gesture and activates the panel of her agara-fae wristlet. Colorful motes of light suddenly appear and dance in the air before coalescing and shifting into a Veythorne Manor illusion.

Rohese thoughtfully begins, "As I walk the quiet paths of Veythorne Manor, pausing often beneath the glowbark tree whose ghostly blue leaves shimmer with silent wisdom..."

Rohese removes a radiant ghostly blue leaf from in her rectangular pack.

Rohese turns her leaf over and over in her hand, studying it until a look of understanding crosses her face.

Rohese softly continues, "...or spend time here, in this Arboretum, I am reminded that the majesty of trees is not in their solitude, but in their community."

Rohese lets out a long, contemplative breath.

Rohese softly says, "Trees do not stand alone, nor do they thrive in isolation."

Rohese softly says, "Rather, they are stewards of living networks; intricate tapestries woven with threads of moss, lichen, fern, and flower, cradled in loam that has been shaped by the tireless labour of fungi and stirred by wings and mandibles of insects."

Rohese brushes her fingers lightly against her ghostly blue leaf.

Rohese sets a radiant ghostly blue leaf on top of the oak table.

Rohese softly informs, "In my paper on the Sentience of Trees, I posited that trees are more than passive guardians of time; they are sentient participants in the forest ecosystem."

Rohese softly proposes, "This afternoon, I seek to further explore how their sentience - and indeed their very survival - is interwoven with the lives of the smaller, often-overlooked flora and fauna that dwell in their shade and bark."

A talkative covey of button quails traverse across the pine needles and leaves in a series of zig-zags before disappearing behind the moss-covered trees.

Rohese softly says, "So let us begin beneath the surface."

Rohese softly says, "The roots of trees, as vast and far-reaching as their canopies, form sacred pacts with fungi."

Rohese softly says, "Right under our very noses..."

Rohese softly continues, "...cleverly concealed beneath the undergrowth is a covert messaging system made up "mushroom mailboxes" and "telegraphic threads" called mycelium that connect the roots in an intricate web."

Vanathys nods understandingly.

Rohese removes a bracket of tender nesting polypore from in her linden case.

Rohese softly says, "This pretty little thing, for example, is a polypore."

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at her tender nesting polypore.

Arbeia quietly says, "Mushroom mailboxes."

Rohese softly says, "Most polypores inhabit tree trunks or branches but some soil-inhabiting species form mychorrhiza in a symbiotic association with trees."

You lean forward.

Rohese softly says, "These silent, silk-thin filaments stretch through the soil like a network of whispers, ferrying water, minerals, and knowledge between root and root."

Rohese brushes her fingers lightly against her tender nesting polypore.

Rohese softly remarks, "It is known that a tree afflicted by blight may warn its kin through these fungal threads, allowing others to fortify their defences before the sickness arrives."

Rohese softly says, "This is not idle conjecture; I have observed such exchanges firsthand among the trees in the Glimae'den Wildwood."

Rohese softly says, "The mushrooms that rise from this underground lattice are merely the fruiting bodies of a vast mind, one whose thoughts are composed of nourishment and alliance."

Rohese sets a bracket of tender nesting polypore on top of the oak table.

Rohese brightly says, "Moving above ground now."

Rohese softly says, "Around the base and on the trunks of elder trees, especially Mother Trees, one often finds a patchwork carpet of mosses, lichens and other organisms."

Rohese glances at a fallen arboreal form.

Rohese softly says, "We see it in the glowbark with its phosphorescent residents..."

Rohese snaps out her hand with a complex gesture. A majestic glowbark tree illusion appears above the palm of her hand, wavers briefly, and vanishes.

Rohese softly continues, "...and the grey-green tufted growths on the sovereign willow of the Dryad Wildwood."

Rohese snaps out her hand with a complex gesture. A gnarled weeping willow illusion appears above the palm of her hand, wavers briefly, and vanishes.

Rohese softly says, "These are no mere adornments; again, it is a symbiotic - mutually beneficial - association."

Rohese softly adds, "We see it here too in the verdant undergrowth of the Arboreal Conservatory..."

Rohese softly continues, "...where there are some fine examples of monk's-hood lichen, shield lichens and oakmoss."

Rohese softly explains, "Mosses act as reservoirs of moisture, safeguarding the roots from drought and preserving the delicate balance of humidity necessary for the surrounding undergrowth."

Rohese softly says, "Among the most remarkable of mosses is scorpidium, a species predominant in the damp hollows and shaded root basins of Naidem, where the sky is perpetual twilight and the air is thick with mist."

Rohese removes a tangle of inky scorpidium moss from in her linden case.

Rohese notes, quietly, a few salient particulars of the moss.

Rohese softly says, "In the graveyard, woods and wetlands, scorpidium forms plush carpets beneath beech, birch and sycamore, particularly near the edges of slow-moving rivulets."

Rohese softly says, "Growing in dense tangles, the moss often makes its home on dead or dying trees, devouring the nutrients of its doomed host."

Vanathys nods at Rohese.

Rohese turns over her inky scorpidium moss.

Rohese smiles at Vanathys.

Rohese softly says, "Its role is both practical and profound: acting as a living sponge, it filters and retains water through the seasons, maintaining delicate soil moisture levels around the trees' root systems."

Ionlas whispers something to Eruien.

Rohese softly says, "Moreover, this moss nurtures an entire sub-community of insects: beetles, grubs, and fireflies so beloved by Naidem scholars for their ethereal beauty and translucence."

Eruien looks over at Ionlas and shakes his head.

Rohese softly says, "Their presence within the moss attracts foraging birds and encourages insectivorous flora along the margins."

Rohese softly says, "Thus, scorpidium serves as a cradle of biodiversity; its relationship with the trees is not merely one of support, but of shared vitality."

Rohese taps a tangle of inky scorpidium moss, which is in her right hand.

Rohese softly says, "In times of drought or excessive rain, it is this moss that tempers the extremes, ensuring that the roots of ancient trees remain undisturbed, as though the land itself were swaddling its giants in a soft and constant embrace."

Rohese sets a tangle of inky scorpidium moss on top of the oak table.

Rohese removes a tuft of old man's beard lichen from in her linden case.

Rohese clearly says, "Lichens, those mysterious marriages of fungus and algae, serve as the forest's alchemists."

Rohese wrinkles her nose.

Rohese softly says, "In some parts of the Wyrdeep, it is said they even glow faintly under moonlight, rumoured to be touched by fey magic."

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at her old man's beard lichen.

Rohese softly says, "Yet their truest gift lies in their enrichment of the soil for all nearby life and their sensitivity to corruption; should they wither or fade, it is often a warning of greater blight to come."

Rohese sets a tuft of old man's beard lichen on top of the oak table.

Rohese removes a feathered fern frond from in her linden case.

Rohese softly says, "It is easy to look up and see only branches, but nestled among them are ferns and epiphytic flora like orchids; those that do not draw from the tree itself but from the air and rain."

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at her fern frond.

Rohese softly says, "These tree-lodgers increase the forest's vertical diversity, forming habitats for winged insects, nesting birds, and other small creatures."

Rohese softly adds, "In some ancient groves, it is believed that these aerial gardens harbour entire ecosystems of their own, hidden from view."

Rohese waggles her fingers mystically, and a golden linden tree grove illusion appears briefly in the air.

Rohese reaches out with a complex gesture and activates the panel of her agara-fae wristlet. Sunshine yellow flurries of airy blossoms suddenly appear and dance in the air before coalescing and shifting into a spotted dark brown kestrel illusion.

Rohese softly says, "Beneath the eaves of the trees, in patches of dappled sunlight, wildflowers bloom and offer nectar."

Rohese softly says, "Bees, butterflies, and beetles answer the call - not only to feed, but to fulfill the sacred rite of pollination."

Rohese lightly adds, "Even the trees themselves are sometimes pollinated by windborne insects."

Rohese softly says, "Insects also serve as caretakers and couriers of decay."

Rohese softly says, "Ants tunnel through fallen bark, returning nutrients to the soil."

Rohese removes a miniscule red bark beetle from in her linden case.

(Rohese places the miniscule red bark beetle in the palm of her hand and holds it out to show it to the audience.)

Rohese softly says, "Insects, such as this red bark beetle, feast upon rot and keep the forest clean."

Rohese casually remarks, "I once observed a hive of bees protect a cluster of wild orchids growing in the crook of an old willow, as if recognizing the mutual benefit of their shared presence."

Rohese gives her wyrwood insect house a tiny shake, causing a swarm of pollen-fuzzed amber honey bees to crawl out and onto her inventory for a moment before retreating back inside the house.

Rohese smiles quietly to herself.

Rohese softly says, "The forest, then, is not a collection of solitary beings, but a living chorus..."

Rohese sets a miniscule red bark beetle on top of the oak table.

Rohese softly continues, "...each member in tune with the others, each leaf and root and wing participating in an unending hymnal of interdependence."

Rohese softly says, "Mother trees such as the glowbark..."

Rohese reaches out with a complex gesture and activates the panel of her agara-fae wristlet. Silvery white will-o'-wisps suddenly appear and dance in the air before coalescing and shifting into a majestic glowbark tree illusion.

Rohese softly says, "...with its luminous presence and deeply rooted wisdom, are both maestro and audience to this symphony."

Arbeia gazes with interest at a majestic glowbark tree illusion.

Rohese softly says, "Their sentience is not solitary; it is communal."

Missoni nods to a majestic glowbark tree illusion.

Rohese softly says, "It breathes through moss, whispers through lichen, is fed by fungi, and pollinated by the labour of insects."

Rohese softly opines, "We must heed these natural alliances."

Rohese gazes fondly at a majestic glowbark tree illusion.

Rohese softly says, "Because the song of the forest is one of harmony, and its melody is easily lost if even a single note is silenced."

Rohese lets out a long, contemplative breath.

Rohese softly says, "May this work serve not only as a study of the verdant kinship we walk among but also as a reminder that we too are part of this great, living and breathing whole."

Rohese smiles.

Rohese softly concludes, "And that, ladies and gentle folk, is what I would like to talk about tomorrow!"

Rohese drops into a deep curtsy, moving smoothly as her arms sweep grandly to her sides.
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===The Hornet & the Hollyhock: The Cultural Importance of Flowers -- [[Aliraswaen]]===
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Aliraswaen says, "Good day, my friends and fellow admirers of flora. I thank you, most sincerely, for joining me in this verdant jewel of the Shining City. I am Aliraswaen of Nielira Harbor, a small and sea-brushed town along the Nalfein coast, where the light falls warm and the gardens climb the stonework like music set to vine."

You see Aliraswaen.
She appears to be a Nalfein Elf.
She is of average stature and has a willowy, thin frame. She appears to be very young. She has golden, hazel-flecked cornflower blue eyes and subtly tanned skin. She has waist-length, silky caramel brown hair divided into twin reverse-weave braids that start at the temple and descend to the nape in wrist-thick lengths woven in heather grey and burgundy ribbons amid a tracery of baby's breath. She has a delicate face, an aquiline nose and high cheekbones culminating in sharply curved, pointed ears. She has bloom-painted burgundy lacquer upon her long, rounded nails.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a pewter-strung dark burgundy hollyhock, a rosewood-boned ebon silk corset painted in spires of burgundy blossoms over a very pale dusty rose blouse with split wrist-bound sleeves, a pewter and rosewood disc girdle pyrographed in hollyhock columns, a heavy ebon organza skirt painted in heather grey bloom-laden trellises with some layered burgundy petticoats underneath, and a pair of low-heeled sandals lifted by rosewood heels.
Placed alongside her is an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt.

Aliraswaen says, "It is an honor to be here, amidst such learned company, to speak on a flower that holds a quiet but persistent magic for me: the hollyhock."

Rohese beams happily at Aliraswaen!

Imrys smiles.

Rohese softly mouths, "So pretty."

Arbeia agrees with Rohese.

Aliraswaen says, "Now, I suspect more than a few of you have passed hollyhocks without much fanfare, nodding at their cheerful stalks as you strolled to admire something rarer, or more temperamental. And that's fair. The hollyhock doesn't pout or preen. It simply grows. Tall. Colorful. Steady. It is the sort of flower that thrives best when no one is watching too closely."

Aliraswaen suggests, "But today, I should like us to watch a little more closely. To pause. And to see."

Aliraswaen pauses politely, a thin, warm smile gracing her lips.

Aliraswaen paces to her right, moving in a circle around a low oval planter sporting white and lavender hollyhocks.

Tikba nods thoughtfully at Aliraswaen.

Aliraswaen casually says, "You see, the hollyhock has been with us a very long time."

Aliraswaen continues, "Long before gardeners bred for double blooms or marbled petals, the single hollyhock rose like a spire near doorways, chapels, and wells."

Aliraswaen thoughtfully explains, "It came to us from across sun-drenched plains, traveling by seed, by trade, and sometimes by accident, though I have found that accidents in botany are often simply miracles mislabeled."

Aliraswaen offers a soft, friendly chuckle.

Aliraswaen inquires, "Does anyone here grow hollyhocks? Or recall seeing them near childhood gates or old garden walls?"

Missoni murmurs, "Not especially."

Vanathys says, "Though, to be fair, I grow a bit of nearly everything I can."

Vanathys chuckles.

Arbeia asks, "Do they grow in the desert?"

Aubriella says, "I did collect a nice bunch on Nielira Harbor."

Gilenir admits, "I've been having difficulty getting them to properly seed."

Speaking slowly to Arbeia, Aliraswaen says, "I am uncertain."

Aubriella says, "But grow them, n o."

Rohese softly says, "I too have struggled."

Speaking to Gilenir, Vanathys says, "I will transplant some, if you wish."

Aliraswaen nods at Gilenir.

Gilenir gazes hopefully at Vanathys.

Aliraswaen says, "Sometimes they are resistent."

Arbeia says, "Cannot say I have ever seen any there."

Aliraswaen softly continues, "In Ta'Nalfein, where refinement is expected and gardens are often judged as much as gowns, the hollyhock holds a strange place."

Aliraswaen smiles quietly to herself.

Aliraswaen says, "It is seen as rustic by some. Sturdy. Perhaps even coarse. But I argue otherwise. There is grace in its reach. Poise in its persistence."

Aliraswaen affirms, "The hollyhock does not demand beauty it becomes it."

Aliraswaen picks up an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt from alongside her.

Aliraswaen says, "I've gathered my reflections, woven through with a tale from the Nieliran coast, in a book titled The Hornet and the Hollyhock. It is part fable, part meditation, and fully a love letter to the way wildness and grace often reside side by side. Copies are available to you all, with my compliments. I hope it may plant a little seed of delight, or curiosity, or wonder."

Aliraswaen offers Rohese an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt.

Rohese accepts Aliraswaen's suede tome.

Aliraswaen offers you an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

Missoni appreciatively says, "How generous."

Aliraswaen nods at Rohese.

Rohese holds an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt in her hand close to her body.

Aliraswaen smiles.

[Aliraswaen gives everyone a tome]

You accept Aliraswaen's offer and are now holding an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt.

You incline your head.

You say, "This is very kind, thank you."

>L tome
Corbeau green marked in gilt lettering decorates the edge of the spine, transitioning to burgundy-black on the back and cover beyond a clearly delineated line of silver. Decorative embossing upon the flat plane of the cover creates the raised impression of hollyhock stalk, its upper section still furled while its middle is in full bloom. Faenor-hued paint create a sheen of color near the upper right corner where a hornet rests. The words "The Hornet and the Hollyhock" stretch across the lower section.

Tikba politely says, "Thank you very much."

Imrys murmurs, "How lovely. Thank you for sharing your work with us."

Speaking to Gilenir, Ionlas whispers aloud, "Will you read it to me, too?"

Speaking to Aliraswaen, Aubriella says, "Oh, thank you."

Eruien gives a sidelong glance at Ionlas.

Speaking pointedly to Ionlas, Gilenir says, "But you're literate."

>read my tom
The Hornet and the Hollyhock

Introduction ................................... 2
The Hollyhock .................................. 4
The Hornet ..................................... 7
Signals in Bloom and Stone ..................... 15
In the Nest of Stories ......................... 22
In Word and Warning ............................ 29
Closing Reflections ............................ 36
Page 1

Vanathys just nudged Gilenir.

Vanathys whispers something to Gilenir.

Ionlas frowns.

Gilenir says, "Oh."

Speaking to Gilenir, Ionlas says, "Yes, I suppose I am."

Speaking to Ionlas, Gilenir says, "I mean... yes."

Gilenir surreptitiously glances at Vanathys.

Vanathys gazes up into the heavens.

Eruien mutters, "Smooth."

Vanathys says, "Thank you. This will be excellent for my collection."

Rohese smiles at Vanathys.

Rohese giggles softly at Eruien.

[Arboretum, Arboreal Gallery]

Verdant-curtained foliage drapes across the fallen arboreal forms scattered along the forest floor, the various trunks and elongated branches sculpted around the archways encircling the dome. Vibrantly colored toadstools encircle the moss-covered tables nestled into the soil, the clusters framed by branch-crafted easels and twine-hung yll'suta. Birdsong echoes throughout the area, the avians hidden amongst the canopy of greenery set high above. You also see an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt, a low oval planter sporting white and lavender hollyhocks, a yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake with a wild mane of cobalt briar hair, a lazy wild deep red dog, a vexed wasteland spirit that is flying around, a large vibrant harlequin macaw parrot and a green-eyed ridge caracal.

Also here: Loremaster Rohese who is sitting, Bathcwyn Missoni who is sitting, Lord Gilenir who is sitting, Rivienne, Tikba who is sitting, Imrys who is sitting, Lord Ionlas who is sitting, Aubriella who is sitting, Fleurs who is sitting, Vanathys who is sitting, Oirisu who is sitting, Arbeia who is sitting, Lord Eruien who is sitting, Aliraswaen, Stassy

Obvious paths: out

Speaking amusedly to Vanathys, Oirisu says, "Because they clearly are the same type of literature."

Aliraswaen continues, "Now, to the flower's habits. Hollyhocks are biennial, or sometimes short-lived perennials, depending on their treatment. They prefer full sun and well-drained soil, and though they grow tall, often taller than most elves I know, they begin in modest rosettes. Their strength, like that of so many things, is in what lies quietly at the base."

Gilenir grins wryly at Ionlas.

Ionlas leans softly against Gilenir.

Ionlas rolls his eyes.

Aliraswaen lightly says, "Some gardeners see their susceptibility to rust as a flaw, but I find it an invitation to companion plant, to rotate, to learn. Nature rarely gives us perfection without asking us to participate."

Speaking sheepishly to Aliraswaen, Rohese says, "And to think I pulled them all when I spotted rust."

Aliraswaen knowingly says, "And there is something rather dear about seeing bees and beetles nestle deep into those open blooms. They're almost cup-like. They hold things. Like stories. Or secrets."

You see Lord Eruien Lithavir the Living Canvas and Most Esteemed Representative of Ta'Loenthra.
He appears to be a Loenthra Elf.
He is tall and has a lithe body. He appears to be young and robust. He has subtly tilted, azure-flecked sea green eyes and unlined pale skin. He has long, silky ginger hair drawn into a loose half-braid by a loop of naefira-carved resaeun. He has a long, softly angled face, a straight nose and broad shoulders.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a translucent filament strung with a single drop of fused glass, a cropped sueded jacket dyed a rich larkspur blue hue, a deep-plunging charcoal brocade waistcoat cut short at the ribs over a sheer chiffon shirt veiled in floral embroidery across the chest, a finger-spanning coiled silver ring kissed with powdered amethyst, a pair of pearl grey twill trousers slit at the calves to reveal lace godets, and a pair of mirror-shined leather brogues with cutout vamps.

Aliraswaen politely inquires, "Would any of you like to ask a question? Or perhaps share a memory of hollyhocks in your own garden or another flower that, to you, holds the same sort of quiet, unexpected grace?"

(Rohese tentatively raises her hand.)

Vanathys glances at Rohese.

Rohese points at Vanathys.

Aliraswaen amusedly asks, "Come, surely you have favorites... Or why are we at this symbosium?"

Vanathys says, "Ladies first."

Rohese insistently says, "No, no, you were first."

Vanathys says, "I insist that you go first."

Rohese whines at Vanathys!

Rohese reluctantly says, "As you wish."

Rohese hesitantly says, "I'd like to share a rose, if I may."

Aliraswaen delightedly exclaims, "Of course!"

Rohese softly begins, "One of the common funeral customs in Ta'Illistim is the Selanair, which is as old as the Elven Houses themselves."

Rohese softly continues, "It means dusk's light and it is essentially the observance of displaying a deceased love one so those who wish to show their respect can do so."

Rohese smiles.

Rohese softly says, "This beautiful blossom, the asuleriel, is a unique variety of blue rose that represents peace and hope."

Rohese taps a pale-veined deep blue asuleriel, which is in her right hand.

Rohese softly says, "It is associated with such remembrance ceremonies and the petals often cover the form of the deceased."

Rohese softly says, "They're very rare in the wild but can be nurtured in gardens."

Rohese softly says, "This was grown in the rose garden at Ailanthus Manor out on Whistler's Pass."

Fleurs nods appreciatively.

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at her deep blue asuleriel.

Aliraswaen respectfully says, "It is a lovely specimen."

Rohese smiles at Aliraswaen.

Rohese softly says, "It has taken centuries of cultivation by the gardeners there and it is there pride and joy."

Oirisu looks thoughtfully at Vanathys.

Rohese softly exclaims, "Lumnis forfend anyone who attempts to pick them without permission!"

Rohese softly says, "And it is worth noting that a florist of any worth would never charge when being purchased for a deceased loved one."

Eruien begins chuckling at Rohese!

Rohese softly says, "They are always given freely."

Aliraswaen quietly says, "An amazing honor and gift."

Speaking to Rohese, Vanathys teases, "You said the same thing I was going to."

Speaking appreciatively to Aliraswaen, Rohese says, "It took a lot of persuasion to have this one."

Rohese softly says, "Ah, then I am sorry."

Aliraswaen understandingly says, "Well can I imagine."

Aliraswaen nods slowly.

Aliraswaen asks, "Did anyone else wish to share?"

Vanathys says, "I had a question."

Aliraswaen politely admonishes, "Please."

Aliraswaen thoughtfully says, "I imagine that some could, however, many tales are tied to its nature being a repelent for many demons. I suppose most planters and growers prefer it to remain in an un-refined state to ensure it does not lose these qualities."

Eruien stifles a yawn behind the back of his hand.

Missoni glances appraisingly at Aliraswaen.

Rohese surreptitiously glances at Eruien.

Rohese shakes her head at Eruien and clucks her tongue.

Tikba surreptitiously glances between Aliraswaen and Missoni.

Vanathys looks thoughtfully at Aliraswaen.

Aliraswaen says, "Let me see if I can find that..."

Vanathys says, "Superstitions getting in the way of progress..."

Vanathys says, "Interesting."

Aliraswaen says, "In the wake of the Sea Elf War, as Ta'Nalfein reeled from both shared grief and sharpened self-preservation, new symbols took root amid the scarred soil."

You interestedly ask, "Do the tales provide more detail on that repellent effect?"

Rohese looks thoughtfully at you.

Eruien gives a sidelong glance at you.

Missoni murmurs, "I wonder if that has been extensively tested."

Aliraswaen says, "A moment, I am trying to find the excerpt."

You twitch your darkened fingers in a display of your irritation.

Aliraswaen says, "It is a quiet defender, a symbol of survival, and a lingering echo of the dark tides that once swept near their shores."

Aliraswaen says, "Ah, here it is."

Aliraswaen clearly reads, "Favored for its height and fragrance, the blossom was said to aggravate the senses of certain demons, encouraging them to wander away. Whether apocryphal or true, its planting near thresholds and walls became a ritual not of beauty alone, but of unseen defense and memory. In the preservation of life, the hollyhock found purpose. In the preservation of dignity, it found a lasting place in Nalfein hearts."

Aliraswaen says, "You say superstition, I say tradition."

Speaking to Aliraswaen, Vanathys says, "A fair enough distinction, I think."

Vanathys says, "A tradition I do not hold, of course. Perhaps I will make some attempts of my own, then."

Speaking to Aliraswaen, Vanathys says, "That was my only question."

Aliraswaen says, "As you see fit, though I would caution that not all perenials like to be tampered with."

Speaking softly to herself, Rohese notes, "I must try and grow them again."

Aliraswaen says, "Sometimes, the simple rustic beauty is the best."

Speaking mildly to Aliraswaen, Vanathys says, "It is my specialty."

Aliraswaen politely says, "As you will, of course."

Aliraswaen inquires, "Did anyone else have a question or wish to shaer?"

Missoni raises her hand.

Missoni says, "I have always been fond of the peony. I suppose I do not have such a...ah... traditional reason."

Missoni says, "But its relationship with ants reminds me a bit of how the hornet and the hollyhock often work in tandem."

Speaking to Rohese, Missoni admits, "And also, the blooms are quite lush."

Missoni flushes slightly, some color reaching her cheeks.

Rohese nods enthusiastically at Missoni!

Aliraswaen says, "How intereting. I had not thought you one to be basheful, for that is its meaning, though its interaction and requirement of the ant is very synonymous of the Hollyhock."

Ionlas briefly glances at Gilenir's shoulder.

You see Lord Gilenir Veythorne Illistim.
He appears to be an Elf.
He is taller than average and has a muscular, able-bodied physique. He appears to be in the spring of life. He has vibrant hazel green eyes and tanned skin. He has short, tousled ashen blonde hair parted at a slant, leaving the unruly bangs to brush against the forehead. He has an angular face and well-defined cheekbones.
He is in good shape.
He is holding an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt in his right hand.
He is wearing a gilt-marbled white jade signet draped from a waist-cut chain, a jaw-framing blue jacquard collar affixed with twin brooches, a broad-shouldered doublet of smoked sapphire blue maedatha over a deep-cut vellum ivory silk tunic, some charcoal-tinted mykal trousers cinched down each hip, and a pair of suede-cuffed ebon suede knee-boots.

Aliraswaen says, "They have such a delicate fragrance to them, not showy or heady but light and fragile."

Speaking to Aliraswaen, Missoni says, "Yes, I do like that they are not overpowering in a garden."

Rivienne raises her hand.

You add, "And they bloom quite early, which I look forward to each spring."

Aliraswaen smiles at you.

Rivienne says, "Your fondness for the hollyhock, a flower that many find common or rustic, reminds me of my own fondness for dandelions, which most consider and outright nuisance."

Aliraswaen asks, "But don't then go to seed with such a charming nature?"

Rohese nods in agreement.

Aliraswaen delightedly says, "The little seeds on the wind, the childhood memories of endearing wishes and hopes."

Rivienne says, "They are like a small sun that refuses to be forgotten. Even when it's pulled up, it returns, not out of spite but because it persists, even through the cracks in cobblestones."

Rohese softly exclaims, "Like tiny fairies!"

Aliraswaen says, "Yes, they are definitely resilient."

Rivienne says, "Not to mention all the wishes they've carried for me."

Aliraswaen says, "We have given them the meaning of "respect and chivalry" or 'spiritual"."

Aliraswaen smiles at Rivienne.

Aliraswaen says, "I once saw a painting, it was in only three colors.... the lower right of the painting was awash in golden yellow, and the dandelion took center stage, a slash through its center to show its duality of growth. The lower half was it in full bloom, the other half was it going to seed and being tugged by a gentle wind that carried its cypselae up to the right corner..."

Aliraswaen says, "The seeds transformed near the top into dark birds."

Aliraswaen says, "It was title: When wishes turn to wings."

Missoni lightly says, "How clever."

You cock your head.

Eruien nods approvingly.

Aliraswaen says, "Such a lovely, persistent flower."

Aliraswaen says, "Thank you for sharing."

Aliraswaen asks, "Did anyone else have one?"

Fleurs raises her hand.

Fleurs says, "I am especially fond of the plumeria. Lush, fragrant, and tropical, it always reminds me of good times. I find the scent very relaxing."

Aliraswaen says, "And it is such an amazing specimen as it almost seems fake due it its almost waxy petals."

Rivienne says, "Their blossoms are always so perfect, they almost seem fake."

Rivienne nods at Aliraswaen.

Aliraswaen smiles at Rivienne.

Fleurs glances between Rivienne and Aliraswaen.

Fleurs grins.

Aliraswaen says, "They have such gradient change to them, too."

Ionlas says, "I'm not sure if you've noticed this, but the blossoms almost seem fake."

Aliraswaen says, "Always almost blushed with other hues."

Ionlas's face breaks into a cheeky grin.

Eruien gives a sidelong glance at Ionlas.

Eruien just nudged Ionlas.

Rivienne begins chuckling at Ionlas!

Aliraswaen says, "I do appreciate their spiced undertones. A lovely citrus pop...."

You see Rivienne Mandaire Loenthra of the Shining City.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is subtle in stature and has a balletic body. She appears to have come of age. She has demure violet eyes and lightly tanned skin. She has long, undulant starling black hair that falls to shadow her form. She has a fine-boned face and narrow, delicately pointed ears. Her aspect embodies a fluid symmetry of sharp angles and gentle curves.
She is in good shape.
She is holding an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt in her right hand.
She is wearing a vial-shaped glass pendant containing a preserved emerald green leaf, a gilded silk cincher over a green silk kaftan patterned with a fall of botanical-interspersed arabesques, a vine-wrought gold handflower, and some golden leather thong sandals.

Speaking politely to Arbeia, Aliraswaen inquires, "What is the blossom you hold so dearly?"

Arbeia says, "Oh."

Arbeia glances at a budding pale yellow creosote flower in her hand.

Arbeia asks, "This?"

Arbeia says, "This is a creosote flower."

Arbeia says, "From the desert."

Arbeia says, "I always think of home when I have this with me... for..."

Arbeia says, "When the monsoons come."

Aliraswaen says, "Such a delicate, small bloom."

Arbeia says, "They release the most amazing smell."

Arbeia smiles.

Aliraswaen asks, "May I?"

Arbeia offers Aliraswaen a budding pale yellow creosote flower.

Aliraswaen accepts Arbeia's yellow creosote flower.

Aliraswaen sniffs at her yellow creosote flower.

Aliraswaen says, "Hmmm..."

Aliraswaen thoughtfully says, "Musky...."

Aliraswaen sniffs at her yellow creosote flower.

Arbeia says, "The air fills with that smell after the rains come."

Aliraswaen says, "Almost like fres--- yes."

Aliraswaen offers Arbeia a budding pale yellow creosote flower.

Arbeia accepts Aliraswaen's yellow creosote flower.

Arbeia turns over her yellow creosote flower.

Speaking to Vaelani, Aliraswaen asks, "Did I remember that you raised your hand?"

Speaking encouragingly to Vaelani, Aliraswaen asks, "Had you a bloom to share?"

Speaking jokingly to Vanathys, Oirisu says, "We'll end up with more perfume notes at this rate."

Speaking to Oirisu, Fleurs says, "You can never have too much perfume."

Vaelani tentatively says, "Yes... I was going to mention red feather clover. I'm afraid I don't have one on me to share, but I can best describe it as looking like pinky crimson fox tails when they bloom."

Speaking to Oirisu, Vanathys whispers aloud, "Perhaps a seasonal line at some point."

Oirisu leans softly against Vanathys.

Speaking to Vaelani, Aliraswaen says, "I believe we call those trifoliums."

Vaelani nods at Aliraswaen.

Aliraswaen says, "They rather resemble the thistle in many ways."

Aliraswaen says, "Their tops are silver and white tipped, much like a fox tail as you said."

Vaelani nods in agreement.

Aliraswaen says, "They have a subtly herbaceous smell and a sweet honey-ness to them."

Missoni curiously says, "Where do they grow? I am not certain I have seen them."

Speaking happily to Vaelani, Aliraswaen says, "I lovely bloom indeed."

Aliraswaen says, "They are typically a glade plant, if my memory is any good."

Missoni says, "I shall be more observant."

Aliraswaen asks, "Did anyone else have anything to share?"

Aliraswaen offers Vaelani an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt.

Vaelani accepts Aliraswaen's suede tome.

Speaking to Vaelani, Aliraswaen says, "I think I missed you when we were handing these out."

Aliraswaen says, "Thank you. Every story shared reminds me that gardens are as much about memory as they are about soil. And the hollyhock, for all its humble roots, is a memory keeper."

Fleurs happily says, "I do love flowers, of all types."

Aliraswaen continues, "It grows beside kitchens, beneath bedroom windows, along roads where loved ones once walked."

Missoni applauds Aliraswaen warmly.

Aliraswaen says, "So, I thank you again for your time, your presence, and your willingness to walk this short garden path with me. May you find beauty in the ordinary. May you nurture what rises quietly beside you."

Aliraswaen offers, "And may your hollyhocks grow tall."
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===An Introduction to the Quiet Beauty of Night Gardens -- Lady [[Rivienne]] Mandaire Loenthra===
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Rivienne says, "Alright then, I'll get started."

You see Rivienne Mandaire Loenthra of the Shining City.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is subtle in stature and has a balletic body. She appears to have come of age. She has demure violet eyes and lightly tanned skin. She has long, undulant starling black hair drawn into fluid whorls ensnaring a lustrous full moon ornament before spilling in waves down the back. She has a fine-boned face and narrow, delicately pointed ears. Her aspect embodies a fluid symmetry of sharp angles and gentle curves.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a tiny arathiel sphere illuminating the hollow of the throat, a corseted jet silk coat swept back at the hips into a composed train, a sleeveless tulle gown descending in drifts of ivory chiffon, and a pair of almond leather slippers on sculpted bone heels.

Arbeia turns to face Rivienne.

Wylnar plops down to the ground in a sitting position.

Your face goes blank.

Rivienne begins, "As light falls away, the world grows both sharper and softer, and our senses rise to meet the darkness."

Lissaya's eyes glaze over as she stares, unfocused, into the distance.

Arbeia nods to Wylnar in greeting.

You give a sidelong glance at Wylnar.

You see Wylnar the Shadowbroker.
He appears to be a Half-Elf from Ta'Vaalor.
He is average height and has a lithesome, nimble build. He appears to be an adult. He has kohl-lined jade green eyes and ghostly pale skin. He has waist-length, silken white blonde hair threaded sparsely with leather beads and left to flow freely over his broad shoulders. He has an angular face, a scar-crossed, straight nose and subtly pointed ears.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a vivid pink linen cape with arabesque-stitched edging, a multi-strapped onyx suede harness over some sleek ebon shadarl armor banded in tonal suede, a pair of stygian half-gloves, a niello silver signet worn on the right pinky, a black leather tool kit, and some thin black leather boots wrapped in dark linen scraps.

Rivienne says, "Scent unfurls in the cooling air, carried more potently as the humidity increases. Sound, too, stretches farther, unbroken and unbothered by the hum of day."

Wylnar reclines back, supporting himself on his palms.

Rivienne thoughtfully asserts, "Darkness asks something of us. Few are taught how to move within it, how to relate to it. More often, we are taught to banish it."

Lissaya shifts her eyes to Rivienne.

Wylnar nods in agreement at Rivienne.

Rivienne says, "But darkness is not an absence. It is a force, a subtle shaping hand that turns familiar land into a foreign country. It is a balm, a companion to light rather than its enemy."

Rivienne calmly explains, "And shadows, far from being voids, are proof of presence. The way light flows around form, the way ripples reveal stones beneath a river."

Bathcwyn Missoni flounces through an arched duo of stained glass doors leading to the walkway amidst a diffuse cloud of prismatic glitter.

Wylnar waves to Missoni.

Rivienne lightly says, "I was raised on a Loenthran estate known for its perfumers' craft, where vast fields of botanicals were cultivated for distillation and trade, but the gardens closest to the house were created for something more personal."

Missoni glances appraisingly at Wylnar.

Missoni gives a short little hum of surprise.

Lissaya gazes forlornly at Missoni.

Rivienne recalls, "I remember my parents spending many of their evening hours together, walking the paths as the night breeze carried shifting waves of scent to meet them."

Rivienne shares, "They would pause beneath an arbor or lean over a cluster of blooms, exchanging thoughts about which notes might blend well or which fragrances would linger or vanish too quickly."

Rivienne says, "Aspiring poets, musicians, and painters under our family's patronage would wander those paths in search of inspiration, sit beneath a lantern to practice their work, or even weep quietly when their art betrayed them."

Wylnar furtively glances at Lissaya.

Rivienne smiles slightly.

You glance down.

Missoni nods sympathetically at Lissaya.

Rivienne explains, "These night gardens, interspersed across the grounds, belonged to everyone in the household."

Lissaya appears to be ignoring everything going on around her.

Rivienne wistfully murmurs, "And the parties...they belonged to the night. We would line the paths with foxfire, just enough to make the gardens glow like something enchanted."

Rivienne softly reminisces, "Somewhere in the dark, a quartet would play, and always, the perfume of the gardens, wild and shifting, would thread itself into the evening."

Missoni gazes with interest at Rivienne.

Wylnar looks thoughtfully at Rivienne.

Ionlas lets out a soft, wistful sigh.

Rivienne reflectively adds, "It always felt, to me, as though the garden itself was hosting the gathering, and we were simply guests."

Rivienne measuredly says, "Around nine elven, our sense of smell naturally sharpens, almost as if the body is tuned to meet the moment when night-blooming flowers begin to release their perfume. The effect feels intentional, like a signal."

(Rivienne lets a smile linger.)

Rivienne knowingly remarks, "The finest night gardens hold their fragrance just beyond reach, letting it drift in waves rather than overwhelm."

Wylnar lets his gaze wander over to you, his attention lingering for a few beats, one pale brow slightly arched.

Rivienne says, "Clusters of scented plants are arranged near seating areas so that each breeze carries a different note, a subtle composition of layered aromas."

Rivienne explains, "Container plants make this art easier, allowing scents to be moved and rearranged as the season shifts, or as one note grows too dominant."

Rivienne notes, "Herbs, sharp, green, and grounding, are part of the design, tempering the sweetness of white blossoms and adding a crisp edge that keeps the garden's breath alive and balanced."

Rivienne thoughtfully states, "The shape of a night garden is defined first by its structure. Hedges, topiary, trees, and shrubs lend the garden a sense of age and permanence, the kind of maturity that makes a garden feel lived in."

Rivienne says, "Paths and patios frame how it is walked, while arbors and lattices rise to lift climbing plants into moonlight."

Lissaya surreptitiously glances at you.

Rivienne notes, "Movement is part of the design, the rustle of grasses bending in the breeze, the faint chime of wind bells, or the mirrored flicker of candlelight in a shallow basin of water. Every element is placed not just for beauty, but to invite pause."

Rivienne evenly says, "Lighting in a night garden is meant to guide, never to dazzle. A single lantern, or the low flicker of candles, can soften the edges of every shape, making faces glow, skin luminous, and eyes catch the light."

Rivienne continues, "The placement of light becomes an art in itself. Grazing light brushed against textured stone, uplighting that gives a tree subtle majesty, shadowing that turns a statue into a silhouette on the wall."

Rivienne states, "Moonlighting, hung high in the overstory of branches, mimics the pale dapple of a clear night. Especially when the sky is overcast. The trick is restraint. To light only what needs to be seen, and let darkness carry the rest."

Missoni smiles.

Rivienne says, "The plants of a night garden are chosen for the way they transform in the dark. Whites, silvers, and pale hues seem to hold the light, while blues and violets deepen into something luminous under the stars."

Wylnar nods approvingly.

Vanathys looks thoughtfully at Rivienne.

Rivienne removes a richly pleated eburnean moonflower from in her jet silk coat.

Rivienne says, "A hedge of yew or other dark foliage serves as a backdrop, making its pale blooms appear to glow. Night-blooming jasmine climbs arbors and trellises, releasing its heady perfume in intervals."

(Rivienne idly traces the moonflower's soft petals as she speaks, her words unhurried.)

Rivienne says, "Tuberose, the 'mistress of the night', sends up spires of fragrance while moonflowers unfurl in a sudden rush, their large, white petals open for only one night before they close forever."

(Rivienne unfurls her fingers into an open palm, splaying them briefly before closing them back into a soft fist.)

Rivienne says, "Silver leaves of lavender, lamb's ear, and white sage catch light like brushed metal, and add herbal notes and a dry spice to the melange."

Rivienne remarks, "You are likely all familiar with petunias, yet may not realize that their sweet vanilla-like fragrance is released almost exclusively at night."

Arbeia smiles.

Rivienne put a richly pleated eburnean moonflower in her jet silk coat.

Rivienne says, "Honeysuckle, too, softens into its full sweetness after dusk, weaving threads of scent through the cooler air."

Rivienne adds, "Evening primrose and night phlox, flowering tobacco and heliotrope, wisteria and nightshades, each one adding its own note to the symphony. The plants are planned to blossom in succession, so that each evening offers something new."

Rivienne continues, "A night garden lives not only through its plants but through the creatures it draws."

Rivienne removes a marbled green luna moth from in her jet silk coat.

Rivienne says, "Moths, pale-winged and restless, are guided by fragrance and the steady light of the moon. Other light sources confuse them, but in the darkness of a true night garden, they follow their ancient rhythms, pollinating far more widely than bees."

Ionlas glances at Gilenir.

Rivienne explains, "Every moth is bound to a plant, often a tree, that completes its life cycle. Without it, the moth cannot exist. This luna moth, for instance, begins and ends its life entwined with the persimmon tree. Its larvae feed on its leaves, and it took its first flight from its boughs. The tree and the moth are part of one anothers story."

Ionlas squints at Gilenir.

Eruien gazes at Rivienne.

(Rivienne tilts the moth slightly, tracing the arc of an eye spot with a hovering fingertip.)

Rivienne observes, "The markings on their wings are often quiet warnings, mimicking the unblinking eyes of snakes or the wide gaze of owls, reminders of what else moves in the night."

Gilenir nods sagely at Ionlas.

Ionlas folds his arms over his chest as he leans back in his chair.

Rivienne says, "Fireflies appear as living sparks, rising and falling, each species flashing in a pattern as unique as a signature."

(Rivienne slowly uncups her hands, revealing the steady blue glow of a ghost firefly.)

Arelder gazes in wonder at Rivienne.

Rivienne states, "This is a unique species of firefly, called a blue ghost. Unlike the golden flicker of common fireflies, their light is a steady, ethereal blue that can last for nearly a minute at a time. They do not flash in patterns but drift like will-o'-wisps through the dark, their glow constant and haunting."

Wylnar reclines back even further, propped up on his elbows now as he listens to the lecture.

(Rivienne remains unfazed as the firefly slips free of her cupped hands, its light weaving upward before it veers toward the faintly glowing arathiel at her throat.)

Rivienne explains, "In certain places, entire colonies of fireflies flash in perfect unison, as though a single pulse runs through them all. It is not a strict rhythm but a wave, like candlelight being passed from one to another, flowing through the dark. The more they gather, the more their lights align, until an entire swath of forest or meadow seems to breathe, inhaling light, exhaling shadow."

Rivienne remarks, "Which, in a way, is exactly what they do. When they draw breath, compounds within their bodies meet the air and ignite, glowing until they release it again."

(Rivienne cuts short the firefly's flirtation with the arathiel and slips it back into her coat.)

Rivienne put a tiny lucent blue ghost firefly in her jet silk coat.

Rivienne says, "Glowworms weave a faint steady glow along moss beds or damp crevices, while foxfire, which refers to more than a single species of bio-luminescent fungi, lines fallen branches or old logs."

Rivienne says, "These glows are subtle but they lend the garden a sense of being alive. The presence of these creatures is proof of balance, a sign that the garden is part of something greater."

Rivienne says, "Water brings both movement and reflection to a night garden. A still, dark-lined pool can mirror the stars, becoming a moongazing basin."

Rivienne says, "Fountains and spills of water soften noise from beyond garden walls and the drift of floating candles moves the light."

Rivienne says, "The sky, too, is part of the design. Openings in the canopy frame constellations, and telescopes invite guests to look upward. Even circular paths and garden features can be arranged to echo the passage of the moons. A nod to the idea, as above, so below."

(Rivienne moves her hand, using her fingertips to trace the line of an invisible circle in the air before her.)

Rivienne says, "The influence of the moons stirs both groundwater and growth, and the night garden, like the tides, responds to their phases."

Rivienne elaborates, "Their shifting cycles set the pace for planting, tending, and harvesting, especially for botanicals meant for magical or alchemical use."

Rivienne warns, "No planting is done on the day or night of the new moon, when energy is unsettled and the pull is at its lowest."

Rivienne says, "As the moon begins to wax, so do the plants, drawing in moisture and strength, marking the the time to sow seeds and encourage new growth."

Rivienne notes, "The full moon is a moment of culmination, its broad light drawing water to the surface of the soil, making it the ideal time for harvesting botanicals at their peak potency."

Rivienne says, "As the moon wanes, the garden enters a phase of release and preparation. Pruning, clearing, and readying for the next cycle."

Rivienne says, "Thank you for listening, for walking this garden path with me in thought and memory."

Wylnar sits up straight.

Wylnar applauds Rivienne.

Arbeia applauds politely.

Rivienne shares, "I believe every scent carries a story, and a night garden tells a new story with every nightfall."

Rivienne proudly states, "In Loenthra, some of us hold that the highest art is to become a muse unto others."

Speaking to Rivienne, Ionlas says, "I need one now."

Rivienne gently concludes, "If my words have stirred something in you, a wish to create or to see the ordinary differently, then my purpose here is complete."

Vanathys agrees with Ionlas.

Eruien applauds Rivienne.

You applaud Rivienne warmly.
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===Pruned, Twisted, and Bewitched: An Overview of Magically Altered Flora -- Professor [[Vanathys|Vanathys Ravistel]] Vaalor===
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Vanathys begins, "Good afternoon. I'm Vanathys Ravistel, Royal Botanist to Ta'Vaalor. Today, we will discuss an overview of magical plant alteration, touching briefly on a range of techniques, their theoretical bases, and ethical implications."

Ionlas gazes at Vanathys.

Arbeia turns an inquisitive ear toward Vanathys.

Vanathys glances at a rectangular slate board propped on an easel.

You gaze with interest at Vanathys.

Vanathys says, "A brief outline is available on the board."

>read board

In the Common language, it reads:

Pruned, Twisted, and Bewitched:
An Overview of Magically Altered Flora

I. Techniques
A. Symbiotic Grafting
B. Elemental or Spiritual Infusion
C. Rune-Grafting
D. Transpositional Binding
E. Emotional or Empathetic Imprinting
II. Inheritance
III. Ethics and Sentience

Vanathys points out, "This is meant to be more of a survey to establish a foundational knowledge rather than an exhaustive exploration of the topic."

Lissaya shifts her eyes to a rectangular slate board propped on an easel.

Vanathys folds his hands behind his back.

Ibar takes a moment to observe a rectangular slate board propped on an easel.

Vanathys says, "The first technique will be perhaps the most familiar to you, as it can also be done to lesser effect without magic--symbiotic grafting."

Eruien glances at Ionlas.

Vanathys explains, "Symbiotic grafting is favored by nature-attuned practitioners, druids, and the Greengair. It's considered the gentlest of techniques, as it involves binding compatible plants together using naturally aligned magical fields."

[Arboretum, Arboreal Gallery]
Verdant-curtained foliage drapes across the fallen arboreal forms scattered along the forest floor, the various trunks and elongated branches sculpted around the archways encircling the dome. Vibrantly colored toadstools encircle the moss-covered tables nestled into the soil, the clusters framed by branch-crafted easels and twine-hung yll'suta. Birdsong echoes throughout the area, the avians hidden amongst the canopy of greenery set high above. You also see a flying black portfolio, a vexed wasteland spirit that is flying around, a large vibrant harlequin macaw parrot, a yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake covered in star anises, a lazy wild deep red dog, a green-eyed ridge caracal, a rectangular slate board propped on an easel and a low oval planter sporting white and lavender hollyhocks.
Also here: Ibar who is sitting, Adjutant Yunni, Rivienne who is sitting, Tikba who is sitting, Loremaster Rohese who is sitting, Stassy, Feriae who is sitting, Lord Gilenir, Aubriella who is sitting, Fleurs who is sitting, Oirisu who is sitting, Bathcwyn Missoni who is sitting, Riend who is sitting, Miss Lissaya who is sitting, Arbeia who is sitting, Lord Eruien who is sitting, Lord Ionlas who is sitting, Vanathys
Obvious paths: out

Vanathys eloquently says, "Rather than forcing traits from one onto the other, it encourages mutual adaptation over time through shared root systems, entwined stems, or joined vascular systems."

Vanathys offhandedly notes, "I've found growth cycles and lunar or seasonal conditions can affect the success rate, though the exact conditions required vary by plant."

Vanathys suggests, "It's best to keep a detailed log of your attempts."

Vanathys shares, "Symbiotic grafting relies on the principle of life resonance or the idea that living organisms with compatible energetic rhythms can merge gradually without trauma."

Eruien squints at Vanathys.

Eruien whispers something to Ionlas.

You see Lord Eruien Lithavir the Living Canvas and Most Esteemed Representative of Ta'Loenthra.
He appears to be a Loenthra Elf.
He is tall and has a lithe body. He appears to be young and robust. He has subtly tilted, azure-flecked sea green eyes and unlined pale skin. He has long, silky ginger hair drawn into a loose half-braid by a loop of naefira-carved resaeun. He has a long, softly angled face, a straight nose and broad shoulders.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a translucent filament strung with a single drop of fused glass, a cropped sueded jacket dyed a rich larkspur blue hue, a deep-plunging charcoal brocade waistcoat cut short at the ribs over a sheer chiffon shirt veiled in floral embroidery across the chest, a finger-spanning coiled silver ring kissed with powdered amethyst, a pair of pearl grey twill trousers slit at the calves to reveal lace godets, and a pair of mirror-shined leather brogues with cutout vamps.

Rohese lowers her gaze.

Vanathys says, "Unlike sorcerous grafting, which we will discuss later, this process fosters balance and longevity, albeit the results can take time to manifest."

Gilenir nods in agreement.

Vanathys says, "This symbiotic grafting can be used to build disease or weather-resistant hybrids, share resources between plants with different root depths, and amplify the traits of hybrid plants through this harmony."

Yunni looks lost in thought.

Vanathys paces before the crowd as he gets more into the lecture, his hands talking with him.

Vanathys says, "An example of symbiotic grafting that is done with and without magic is apple and pear grafting. These fruit trees are closely aligned genetically, and as such, they have been successfully grafted onto shared rootstocks and harmonize quite well."

Vanathys says, "While symbiotic grafting is a slow process intended for long-term use, there are other methods that will return results quite quickly, albeit temporarily."

Rohese cocks her head at Vanathys.

Vanathys adds, "The first, and perhaps most common, is through elemental or spiritual infusion. This is most closely aligned to how the Farming Circles of magic work."

Vanathys asks, "Anyone here from an agricultural family?"

Speaking to Tikba, Vanathys says, "You will likely be familiar with some of this."

Vanathys nods at Rivienne.

Vanathys explains, "Those aligned with elemental or spiritual manas may induce temporary changes in plants by exposing them to controlled magical fields, typically in saturation."

Vanathys continues, "There are innumerable ways to do this, but in all cases, the magical energy must be gradually introduced in low doses to avoid a violent reaction from the plant's essence. After all, infusions rely on resonance harmonization with the plant's natural energy."

Vanathys holds up two fingers and slowly pinches them together until they are almost touching.

Vanathys says, "Slow and steady, as they say."

Vanathys evenly elaborates, "Individual practitioners will typically use a spell circle or a channeling apparatus aligned with their chosen element or spiritual frequency, alongside catalytic materials. Depending on the plant, the changes intended, and the plant's temperament, this can be a long and exhausting process, taking anywhere from minutes to hours."

Vanathys says, "In a larger farming setup, generally much of this becomes automated through the use of attuned crystals bound to the mana flows that give off a low, steady stream of energy to the plants."

(Rohese gives you a slight nod with a hopeful smile.)

Vanathys says, "The intended changes include accelerated growth, elemental or disease resistance, or sometimes even bioluminescence."

Vanathys says, "If you are into glowing plants, at least."

Vanathys notes, "This interaction does not restructure the plant's core essence, it is more of an overlay, so the effects are not enduring beyond the magical influence, and as such, not inheritable."

Vanathys continues, "Where symbiotic grafting and elemental or spiritual infusion are more flow magic, rune-grafting is a more rote form of flora manipulation."

Vanathys clears his throat.

Vanathys says, "Transitory in nature, this is most commonly completed on trees or shrubs, though it can be done on other types of plants if the surrounding soil is used or they have a taproot or some other larger structure to work on."

Vanathys adds, "Cacti are agreeable to this, for example."

Vanathys simply shares, "Though this is likely obvious, this method involves inscribing magical symbols or embedding enchanted runes into a plant's bark--or roots, or soil."

Vanathys emphatically says, "This can be used to great effect to enhance traits such as growth rate, environmental reactivity, or minor autonomous movement; essentially, you have turned the plant into a spellbook, so there are few limitations to what you can make it do, but it is far more specific and guided than in the prior, more naturally driven techniques."

Vanathys gives a sidelong glance at Oirisu.

Vanathys sheepishly admits, "The weeping willow at my estate once slapped anyone who lied nearby. Delightful at parties, really, though I can't say I enjoyed it when I was on the receiving end."

Oirisu appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Arbeia gawks at Vanathys.

Vanathys laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.

Missoni gazes in amusement at Vanathys.

Vanathys adds, "It was very, very sensitive to untruths."

Vanathys remarks, "But, eventually, and most fortunately, the bark grew over it."

Vanathys says, "This form of plant alteration must be constantly maintained, lest the plant outgrow them and the magic is lost."

Arbeia says, "Perhaps not use that on a cacti."

Arbeia says, "Being slapped by one would..."

Vanathys laughs!

Vanathys agrees with Arbeia.

Missoni glances over at Arbeia and winces.

Vanathys sweeps his gaze over the crowd, his demeanor becoming more serious.

Vanathys says, "The last two methods we'll discuss today are discussed purely in an intellectual capacity, as I do not suggest you ever use either of these techniques."

You glance at a rectangular slate board propped on an easel.

Missoni cocks her head.

Vanathys quietly inquires, "Have you ever seen a rose that grows from lichen and smells like grief?"

Vanathys grimly shares, "I have. Not by my hand, mind you, but it was a victim of transpositional binding."

Vanathys expounds, "Also known as sorcerous grafting, transpositional binding is an experimental method that utilizes minor planar rifts to graft traits between species or bind... external attributes."

Vanathys frowns.

Aubriella says, "That sounds dangerous."

Vanathys seriously warns, "The issue is that planar rifts do not ask permission. They do not ask for direction. They splice and scramble as they will. The results are... unpredictable and dangerous, albeit often memorable."

Rohese nods faintly.

Fleurs glances about with a look of concern on her face.

Vanathys says, "Transpositional binding typically results in spontaneous hybridization or unintended mutation. This is considered an extremely volatile practice."

Arbeia says, "Do not try this Missoni."

Rohese interestedly interjects, "I will actually be touching on that later."

Vanathys warningly adds, "It's also ethically questionable when involving unstable planes, which it often does."

Vanathys cautions, "Prolonged exposure to demonic valences may create hostile or predatory botanical forms. Most academic institutions severely restrict or completely ban this practice."

Arbeia quietly says, "A hostile cactus...."

Speaking to Arbeia, Missoni reassures, "I mostly only create planar rifts I can control."

Arbeia shudders.

Vanathys says, "On that serious note, the last method we'll discuss today seems most innocent and well-intentioned, perhaps particularly when juxtaposed with sorcerous grafting. However, it can be just as, if not at times more, controversial."

Vanathys warmly remarks, "Some botanists and other enthusiasts, usually those with soft hands and softer hearts, enjoy whispering, talking, singing, or praying to their plants."

Rohese softly giggles.

Vanathys evenly elaborates, "If intentionally driven by empathic projection or spiritual resonance, emotion can be imprinted into a plant. This is done through meditative or emotionally focused states to bond with the plant over prolonged and repeat periods of time."

Vanathys continues, "To condition the plant, the individual may then use a variety of techniques, including (but not limited to) aura synchronization, ritual verbalizations of stories or chanting, musical entrainment, or behavioral reinforcement."

Vanathys explains, "For example, a vine may learn to recoil from cruelty. A rose may be conditioned to bloom to music or laughter. It's gentler work."

Ionlas looks thoughtfully at Vanathys.

Vanathys grimly adds, "And sometimes, more dangerous."

Vanathys says, "You see, emotional or empathetic imprinting alters the plant's behavioral response matrix rather than its structure."

Vanathys paces slowly as he continues explaining.

Vanathys postulates, "This treads a fine line between adaptive behavior and... well, emergent cognition, straying precariously close to sentience and raising serious moral concerns."

Vanathys seriously reminds, "A flower that mourns when picked is not a success story."

Vanathys glances around the area.

Eruien nods slowly.

Lissaya shifts her weight.

Vanathys says, "On the note of altering structure and behaviors, let's briefly discuss inheritance."

Vanathys says, "Many ask, 'If I grow a luminous cabbage, will its seedlings grow?' The short answer is, no."

Vanathys chuckles.

Vanathys corrects, "Glow, even."

Vanathys amusedly adds, "The longer answer is still no, unless you are working ritualistically, repeatedly, and with enough time to convince the plant it was always that way."

Vanathys explains, "Generally speaking, a magical alteration is an overlay that exists atop the natural essence, not a genetic change."

Vanathys says, "Exceptions typically occur only with extensive, generational magical reinforcement."

Vanathys says, "Another exception is during major magical events. Think Maelshyve or Old Ta'Faendryl or Toullaire. Excessive exposure to high levels of magical energy will typically mutate any plants it does not kill, at an essential and genetic level, but this is not typically directed by an individual to obtain desired results."

Missoni adopts an agreeable expression.

Vanathys offhandedly theorizes, "The influx of energy at leylines could accelerate the acceptance of magical reinforcement, but this is still up for debate."

(Rohese perks up at the mention of leylines.)

Vanathys adds, "The inheritable effects of transpositional binding are still being studied by a highly regulated few, as the resulting plants are typically too unpredictable and dangerous to manage to breed."

Vanathys says, "...Minus the ones that repeatedly self-replicate at astonishing speed."

Vanathys says, "This brings us to the last topic--sentient flora and ethical concerns."

Vanathys jokes, "Let's be frank: If your azalea cries when you prune it, maybe don't."

Vanathys says, "Sentience in plants is rare, but not unheard of, particularly around high-energy regions near spiritual or elemental nexuses."

Missoni gazes in amusement at Vanathys.

Vanathys says, "Recognizable signs of sentience include reactive movement, vocalization, response to pain or praise, and memory-like behavior."

Vanathys jokingly says, "It may even scream at you or ask for a hug."

Vanathys glances at a yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake covered in star anises.

Vanathys emphasizes, "Ethically, the line is drawn at response to harm. A vine that recoils, whimpers, or heals itself is not merely alive--it's aware."

Vanathys pointedly repeats, "It's aware."

Vanathys instructs, "At this point, avoid forcing magical compliance--or what we often call sympathetic dominance. You should be treating cognitively responsive flora as living subjects with autonomy and potential rights."

Vanathys says, "That being said, I've provided the standard definitions for sentience as generally accepted in the botanical studies community. There are ethical debates even about that."

Vanathys gently notes, "Some believe all plants have a spirit or a soul, and as such, all could be considered sentient--essentially, not reacting as we expect to stimuli does not mean they are not having a response we cannot see or feel or hear. These people are generally opposed to magical alteration."

Vanathys carefully reminds, "In cultures where flora play religious or ancestral roles, this form of magic may be considered a sacrilege. As such, always consult local custom and spiritual doctrine before experimenting."

Vanathys warningly points out, "Finally, introducing awareness--whether you mean to or not--carries a moral responsibility."

Arbeia nods knowingly.

Lissaya wrinkles her nose.

Vanathys delicately reflects, "Is a flower that blooms only for praise truly bettered, or is it imprisoned by need?"

Vanathys raises an eyebrow.

Vanathys glances around the area.

Vanathys sincerely counsels, "Magical manipulation of plant life represents a delicate intersection of arcane methodology and natural order. It requires respect, restraint, and rigorous ethical consideration at all times."

Vanathys concludes, "Our role is not to dominate, but to collaborate with nature with both responsibility and humility."

Vanathys appreciatively says, "Thank you for your attention. I will now open the floor for questions."

Arbeia says, "What are your personal thoughts on...."

Arbeia asks, "The magical... root vegetables?"

Vanathys glances at a yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake covered in star anises.

Arbeia says, "Those odd little...singing ones."

Arbeia says, "No no."

Arbeia says, "Not the mandrakes."

Arbeia says, "The...potato."

Fleurs pets a budding sentient potato wearing a plush brown teddy bear costume.

Lissaya wrinkles her nose in distaste.

Vanathys says, "Oh, the potatoes..."

Arbeia nods at Vanathys.

Vanathys says, "I honestly have not studied them. I expect they are some form of transpositional binding that managed not to kill someone."

Vanathys says, "But, it is only an educated guess."

Vanathys asks, "Any other questions?"

Fleurs raises her hand.

Rohese raises her hand.

Fleurs asks, "Is the volatility of the plants in the Confluence due to the magical energy you speak of?"

Fleurs says, "Some of them can... explode... if mishandled."

Vanathys nods.

Fleurs nods understandingly.

Vanathys says, "Excessive exposure to high-levels of energy does multiple things to plants... If they are resilient enough not to expire, it tends to mutate them in violent ways."

Vanathys says, "They are more volatile, more resistant to damage or poor conditions..."

Vanathys says, "Exploding, poison, burning, rash-causing irritants... all more common."

Vanathys nods.

Arbeia shudders.

Vanathys says, "Particularly when, as mentioned with the elemental and spiritual infusion, it's not done slowly."

Yunni quietly murmurs, "Exploding?"

Vanathys says, "Saturation is possible but it needs to be gradual to avoid the reaction."

Fleurs says, "Oh, things shift in there all the time."

Fleurs nods in agreement.

Rohese wrinkles her nose.

Arbeia quietly says, "Exploding cacti..."

Speaking to Rohese, Vanathys asks, "Did you have a question?"

Speaking to Arbeia, Fleurs says, "Almost."

Rohese softly exclaims, "I do!"

Speaking softly to Vanathys, Rohese asks, "In the case of a grafting experiment that someone else is undertaking - where it is likely to take quite some time to complete - is it possible for another to take it over in their absence or would you recommend leaving that project to fend for itself - for want of a better term?"

Ibar whispers aloud, "As if i dont have to worry about exploding enough."

Speaking to Rohese, Vanathys says, "That's complicated and depends on your philosophical thought about the nature of plants on a more spiritual level."

Speaking quietly to Rohese, Feriae admits, "I've been watering it a bit when doing the rounds."

Arbeia fiddles with her mesquite case before lifting the latch and flipping the cover open.

Arbeia removes a diminutive camel-shaped topiary from in her mesquite case.

Speaking gratefully to Feriae, Rohese says, "Thank you."

Arbeia removes a pair of silver pruning shears from in her mesquite case.

Speaking to Rohese, Vanathys says, "I would say it's entirely possible, without issue, if you know what you are doing. However, there are many that think it would require some sort of spiritual bond with it, after it has been altered by another."

Arbeia prunes her topiary.

Arbeia smiles.

Speaking to Rohese, Vanathys says, "Also possible to take over, I would think, but you may need to do so more slowly, gently, and intentionally."

Rohese softly says, "I am inclined to tend it out of affection as it was - is - my husband's work."

Rohese softly says, "So with care then."

Speaking to Rohese, Vanathys says, "I would say that if the latter is true, then, that you are already a step ahead in the bond."

Fleurs says, "Watering seems quite gentle."

Vanathys asks, "Any other questions?"

Missoni raises her hand.

Eruien raises his hand.

Speaking appreciatively to Vanathys, Rohese says, "Thank you, I shall endeavour to live up to his intentions."

Speaking to Eruien, Vanathys says, "No."

Speaking to Missoni, Vanathys asks, "Yes, Missoni?"

Missoni gazes in amusement at Eruien.

Eruien laughs!

Oirisu surreptitiously glances at Eruien.

Missoni says, "You have mentioned that magical manipulation often has volatile effects, such as creating more poisonous specimens."

Speaking to Missoni, Vanathys says, "If done improperly, yes."

Oirisu whispers something to Eruien.

Speaking to Vanathys, Missoni asks, "Has such manipulation been used to make poisonous plants perhaps...safer?"

Speaking to Missoni, Vanathys says, "It absolutely has and can be done. Symbiotic grafting is a good way to handle it, but so is spiritual infusion."

Speaking to Missoni, you ask, "Would that be in pursuit of uncovering useful qualities that may be guarded beyond a perilous gate?"

Vanathys says, "It may be difficult to find a compatible symbiotic graft, but if you can find one that has natural properties that resist poison, it could be technically used to dampen rather than amplify the poisonous effects of the hybrid."

Speaking to you, Missoni says, "Yes, or even to address concerns in an ecosystem. If a monarch could eat something besides milkweed, perhaps such populations could be bolstered."

Vanathys says, "Otherwise, I would say you could use spiritual infusion to dampen them, but keep in mind that once the fruit or leaf or other structure is severed from the plant, it would likely lose that dampening effect."

Speaking to Missoni, Vanathys says, "However, it would work in that context."

Missoni nods thoughtfully at Vanathys.

You nod understandingly.

Aubriella says, "There are some berries and plants that naturally remove poison."

Speaking to Vanathys, Missoni asks, "That is quite fascinating. So once you plucked the berry from the magically altered plant, it would become poisonous again?"

Missoni says, "I suppose that does makes sense. The influence of the rune or other means of manipulation is gone."

Missoni leans forward and rests her chin in her hand, a thoughtful expression on her face.

Speaking to Missoni, Vanathys says, "It could. Though, there's a possibility if you start a continuous infusion from seeding, perhaps it would never formulate the poisonous aspects."

Missoni nods slowly.

Vanathys says, "I've never tried."

Vanathys says, "I probably will now."

Vanathys laughs!

Aubriella begins chuckling at Vanathys!

Speaking to Vanathys, Missoni exclaims, "I hope you will let us know how it goes!"

Vanathys says, "In truth, most of my work for Ta'Vaalor goes into building resistances for crop yields."

Speaking to Vanathys, Fleurs says, "It was nice knowing you."

Riend slowly empties her lungs.

Vanathys asks, "Any other questions, other than from Lord Lithavir?"

Arbeia begins chuckling at Vanathys!

Eruien says, "It was only mildly sarcastic."

Arbeia says, "Mildly."

Speaking softly to Eruien, Rohese commends, "Mildly is an improvement."

Vanathys says, "Excellent. If there are no other questions, I'll conclude so we have time to rest our brains before Rohese's upcoming lecture."
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===Verdant Symbiosis: Communion, Ritual and Reverence -- Lady Rohese Bayvel===
<pre{{log2}}>Rohese softly says, "Well, I've finished my tea so I don't have an excuse now."

Arbeia smiles at Rohese.

Rohese glances around the area.

Rohese softly greets, "Good afternoon, everyone!"

Yunni beams happily at Rohese!

Rohese folds her hands.

Rohese softly says, "In yesterday's lecture, we briefly explored how the sentience and survival of trees is interwoven with the lives of the smaller, often-overlooked flora and fauna that dwell in their leafy shade and furrowed bark."

Rohese softly says, "It would be remiss to speak of symbiosis and sentience within our forests without reflecting on our place in it..."

Rohese wrinkles her nose.

Rohese softly continues, "...how we also participate in the verdant orchestra of Elanthia."

Rohese softly remarks, "We are not merely observers of the wild, nor masters over it; we are collaborators, interpreters, and sometimes even supplicants."

Tikba looks thoughtfully at Rohese.

Rohese softly says, "Across Elanith, we have long cultivated bonds with the natural world; not only through stewardship, but through communion, ritual, and reverence."

Rohese softly says, "And it is this latter part that I wish to cover today."

Rohese brightly says, "Let us start close to home."

Rohese softly says, "Among the elves of Ta'Illistim, our relationship with trees is one of careful observation and scholarly deference."

Rohese softly informs, "We tend to view the world as a great library and trees are some of the books whereby we may read and see the traits attributed to the Arkati: their supposed power, wisdom, goodness, and malevolence."

Rohese softly adds, "For as trees are books, so likewise in the same sense they have a voice and speak plainly to us and teach us if we are willing to listen."

Rohese softly elaborates, "During our Udienaeun, we consult the language of leaf, bark and branch as we might consult a library, for trees have long memories, and their patterns of growth and flowering can reveal more than soil or season."

Rohese softly says, "Some among the Loremasters - particularly the palaeoreaders - practice dendromancy, the art of divination by the reading of bark fissures that are said to predict cycles of unrest or renewal."

Rohese softly says, "The glowbark tree in the Veythorne Manor grounds, beloved to me and woven deeply into my own work, has become both muse and oracle."

Rohese reaches out with a complex gesture and activates the panel of her agara-fae wristlet. Silvery white will-o'-wisps suddenly appear and dance in the air before coalescing and shifting into a majestic glowbark tree illusion.

Rohese purses her mouth, pondering a majestic glowbark tree illusion. The expression on her face speaks volumes.

Rohese softly says, "Its luminous canopy pulses brighter during times of emotional or magical turbulence, leading some to believe it responds to more than just moonlight."

Rohese softly says, "In Ta'Nalfein, the elves there, who are more attuned to cultivation and refinement, have preserved a courtly tradition of floromancy, using the arrangement, colour, and bloom-time of flowers for both communication and prediction."

Gilenir nods once.

Rohese softly says, "A blossom out of season is viewed as a subtle portent, while the emergence of a second bloom on a fading vine may be taken as a sign of renewal or resurgence."

Vanathys gives a sidelong glance at Oirisu.

Rohese smiles at Oirisu.

Speaking softly to Oirisu, Rohese says, "Perhaps you might share more on that some time."

Vanathys smiles quietly to himself.

Rohese softly says, "Nalfein terraced gardens are planted not just for aesthetic or alchemical use, but with patterns intended to resonate with prophetic dreams."

Oirisu nods briefly at Rohese.

Rohese softly says, "Their diviners often sleep in glass arboreta to receive such visions more clearly, surrounded by carefully curated flora."

Rohese softly says, "And it comes as no surprise that flora figures significantly in their Black Rose Decks."

Rohese removes a vine-edged hunter green deck painted with a black rose from in her linden case.

Ionlas murmurs, "Interesting."

Pulling the first card of the deck, Rohese slowly turns it over and presents it for all to see. The decorative placard has a tangled vine border sporting black tea roses, while the center colorfully displays the image of a pale dark yellow daffodil crown upon a long green stalk. After a brief moment, she carefully adds it to the bottom of her deck.

Rohese smiles.

Stassy says, "That sounds amazing."

Pulling the first card of the deck, Rohese slowly turns it over and presents it for all to see. The decorative placard has a tangled vine border sporting black tea roses, while the center colorfully displays the image of a delicate violet surrounded by wide leaves. After a brief moment, she carefully adds it to the bottom of her deck.

Rohese put a vine-edged hunter green deck painted with a black rose in her linden case.

Rohese softly says, "In contrast, the Ardenai elves of the Darkling Wood preserve a raw, ancient form of plant symbiosis, often centred around the deep groves of their homeland, as well as their more widely known custom of floral symbolism."

Rohese surreptitiously glances at Yunni.

Rohese softly says, "To them, all things speak, given the correct stillness to listen."

Rohese softly points out, "As well as Wind-sight - the simple release of natural debris and subsequent interpretation of its fall - they also practice rhyllomancy, an oral tradition of interpreting the creaks, groans, and leaf-fall of ancient trees."

Ibar surreptitiously glances at Yunni.

Rohese snaps out her hand with a complex gesture. An ethereal illusion of a sun-dappled forest glade appears above the palm of her hand, wavers briefly, and vanishes.

Rohese softly says, "Certain practitioners are known to sit unmoving beneath the same tree for days, awaiting the forest's reply to questions unspoken."

Rohese softly repeats, "Days!"

Rohese softly says, "Sylvans embody a more intuitive communion."

Rohese softly says, "Their seers listen to the rustle of wind through leaves or the cadence of falling pinecones."

Rohese softly says, "Some practice aeromancy by interpreting the spiral of windblown petals or the song of migratory birds overhead."

Rohese softly says, "I have been privileged to witness them drawing fate-lines in the dew of morning leaves and reading droplets like the starstones of the Burghal Gnomes spread upon a table."

Rohese softly says, "And we must not forget the Forest Gnomes, whose bond with the wild is as practical as it is magical."

Rohese softly continues, "They turn to lichenomancy or the "ohoc nuu," divining outcomes by the shape and spread of lichen on stones and fallen logs."

Rohese softly says, "The Inyexat, on the other hand, have perfected myco- and sporemancy, interpreting the growth patterns of fungi clusters or the colour of mycelial threads in the soil."

Rivienne smiles.

Rohese softly says, "It is said that some gnomes divine safe routes through the forest not with map or compass, but by watching how certain mosses curl when touched at dawn."

Rohese interestedly says, "Their bond with insects too is woven into their augury: a swarm's movement across a stump, or a single beetle pausing atop a seed, may mean more to a gnome than a hundred words."

Rohese wrinkles her nose.

Rohese softly says, "Together, these traditions form a kind of collective wisdom, diverse in method, united in intent."

Rohese softly says, "They remind us that nature is not passive matter, but a partner."

You nod slowly.

Rohese softly says, "It offers signs, patterns, and omens for those with the patience to perceive them."

Rohese softly says, "To read a tree's leaf is not so different from reading a rune."

Rohese smiles quietly to herself.

Rohese softly says, "To sit in close proximity to a Mother Tree in silence is to place one's trust in the world's older rhythms."

Rohese softly says, "Beyond their role in divination, the plants of Elanthia also offer us gifts more immediate and tangible..."

Rohese softly says, "...their virtues of healing, restoration, and gentle remedy."

Rohese softly says, "Long before empaths mastered the binding of flesh or bones, the forest offered poultices, tinctures, and infusions to soothe both the body, mind, and spirit."

Rohese softly says, "Though spell casting may offer swift cures, many still turn to herbal alchemy for its subtle touch and natural rhythm."

Rohese softly notes, "Basal moss, for example, grows on the bark of deciduous trees and can repair minor bruising, cuts and scrapes to the eyes and torso."

Missoni smiles.

Rohese softly says, "And red lichen, a symbiotic combination of algae and fungus, is often found crawling along the bark of fir trees."

Rohese softly informs, "When brewed as an infusion, it is a good cure for minor nerve damage."

Rohese softly says, "Magic breathes through stone, metal ore, and plant alike and our relationship to the natural world is never neutral."

Rohese softly says, "We are guests, yes, but also kin."

Rohese softly opines, "The trees may outlive us, but they remember our kindness or our neglect."

Rohese nods faintly.

Rohese reluctantly admits, "Though it is in my nature to dwell on harmony, beauty, and connection, I must turn now, however briefly, to the shadows that gather when such kinship is forgotten."

Arbeia raises an eyebrow in Rohese's direction.

You cock your head.

Rohese softly says, "Some ancient forests still bear the scars of war or over-zealous timber production."

Rohese softly laments, "The once-thriving groves beyond Talador's borders were reduced to nothing - not by axe, but by unchecked ambition and reckless magic."

Tikba nods somberly at Rohese.

Yunni winces.

Rohese sadly remarks, "I have wandered their ashen grey mounds, and I did not hear birdsong."

Arbeia reaches out and touches her silver locket.

Rohese tightly says, "There are also some that seek to twist nature by cross-breeding plants and other materials via mundane methods or chaotic magical tempering."

Rohese softly reminds, "Lord Ravistel touched on this earlier in his fascinating lecture."

(Rohese nods in acknowledgement to Vanathys.)

Aubriella glances at Vanathys.

Rohese disgustedly says, "Mutated weeping willows and thew bark trees, like the monstrosities in Goblyn's so-called garden, do not belong in this world."

Vanathys nods at Rohese.

Rohese softly says, "There are also those who walk blindly or boldly across hallowed ground."

Rohese snaps out her hand with a complex gesture. A stately lasimor tree illusion appears above the palm of her hand, wavers briefly, and vanishes.

Rohese thoughtfully says, "How many give thought to the rare and towering lasimor - with its deep and spiritual resonance - as they head through the forest to the Mistwatch shore."

Rohese softly points out, "The tree is a living embodiment of sacred geometry."

Rohese softly elaborates, "Its trunk, formed from the entwining of at least three distinct saplings, reflects the principle of unity through multiplicity; a triadic form resonant with Elanthia's most ancient magical symbology."

Rohese softly says, "The intertwining pattern of its growth and the spiral alignment of its bark is believed to align with ley energy."

Vanathys nods slightly.

Rohese softly discloses, "The largest recorded lasimor, formed from seven interwoven trunks, is considered to be a sacred expression of the septenary; symbolizing wholeness, harmony, and elven superiority."

Eruien looks thoughtfully at Rohese.

Rohese softly reminds, "There were originally seven Elven Houses."

Rohese softly notes, "And seven colossal modwir trees in Yuriqen."

Rohese softly says, "But not all harm is wrought from malice."

Rohese smiles.

Rohese softly says, "More often, it is the footfall that does not pause to listen, the flame lit for convenience without thought for what lies nearby."

Rohese softly assures, "Yet, in naming these things, I do not seek to scold but to remind."

Rohese softly says, "For if we are capable of harming, we are equally capable of healing."

Rohese warmly recalls, "Just ask the Greengair Gnomes of the Yasrenila Compound in Ta'Vaalor."

Rohese softly says, "So let us choose reverence, and in so doing, become part of the same sacred pattern that threads through lichen, moss, flower, insect, and root."

Rohese softly concludes, "May we listen. May we learn. And may we always return to leaf shade with humility."

Rohese clasps her hands in a reverent gesture.

Rohese softly murmurs, "Thank you."

Missoni applauds Rohese warmly.

Gilenir applauds Rohese warmly.

Rohese nods appreciatively.

Rivienne applauds.

Rohese relievedly says, "And now I need more tea."

Rohese lets out a sigh of relief.

Speaking excitedly to Rohese, Gilenir exclaims, "That was wonderful, thank you!"

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===Lost Arts: Healing Secrets of Ardenai Folklore -- Lady Elaejia Silithyr===
<pre{{log2}}>You see Lady Elaejia Silithyr Loenthra the Benefactress.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is perfectly postured and has a muscled, but soft physique. She appears to be of indeterminate age. She has subtly tilted cobalt-violet eyes and waxen-looking, pale skin. She has very long, silky caramel-brushed blonde hair woven in a labyrinthine spiral braid, the length faintly illuminated by a series of viridian arathiel rings. She has a pair of horn-rimmed eyeglasses perched upon her nose and a noticeably drawn face. Faint shadows haunt the hollows of her eyes. She has a thin-boned, gracefully angular countenance, tapering to a softly pointed chin.
She has a band of silver-inked sigils on her wrist.
Umbral darkness writhes from her fingertips, a stain on her skin that seeps down from her knuckles and drifts languidly into the air from the ends of her pointed nails.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a braided golvern necklace suspending a starburst of bronze-rayed emerald, a shoulder-caught hunter green wool cape, a ring-bound trio of sepia leather straps over a garnet maedatha blouse, a slim band of vaalin-cradled aragless glinting from the left ring finger, some long-cut wool trousers dyed in dark tones, and some sepia leather boots fitted with gilt toe-caps.

You lightly say, "I don't believe I shall wait the customary few moments, it seems most of our attendees have made their way back already."

Teveriel unfolds his chair and carefully places the chair on the ground.

Settling himself onto an arboreal lasimor armchair sculptured from tangled branches, Teveriel leans back, cradled beneath a lifelike canopy of carved leaves.

You take a deep breath.

You evenly introduce, "Good afternoon scholars. For those who do not know me, I am Elaejia Silithyr Loenthra. Among other things, I have been researching the intersection between botany, mana foci, and ancient wisdom for the past four years."

You fold your hands behind your back, waiting patiently.

You continue, "I have previously had the honor of presenting some of my findings, such as those from the Broken Lands, and those from the folklore of Ta'Nalfein. Since then, I have continued my investigations and lately turned my attention most recently into folk remedies."

You say, "As we all know, botanical remedies are daily shown to be imbued with remarkable power to heal the body of even the most profound physical trauma. One need only show some patience, and most injuries can be healed completely with a combination of well-understood and readily available herbs."

You nod appreciatively at Rohese.

You affectedly say, "However, there remain other afflictions--" she pauses for three heartbeats, then resumes stiffly, "Other afflictions that defy our understanding. Limbs that refuse to regrow, eyes that remain clouded, exhaustion that resists all recuperation, even spirits sapped by some implacable force."

You close your eyes for a moment.

You say, "It is in this area that I have lately focused my efforts in looking for forgotten understandings hidden in folklore, and having made some strides, I will share my initial findings today. It is my hope that the seeds of inspiration for further research will quicken in others' hands, hastening any discoveries that await."

Missoni furrows her brow.

Rohese looks at you with concern.

You tilt your head up.

You say, "I have broken my notes on Ta'Ardenai's remedies into three parts. First order insights, those which are easily discerned from common tales and knowledge, point to flora useful in many applications. This knowledge tends to be presented straightforwardly, uncomplicatedly--"

You gently brush your caramel-brushed blonde hair away from your eyes and, with a deft twist of your wrist, tuck it back into its bindings.

You rattle off, "Thilban, a variety of thistle long admired by herbwives for its resiliency, is beneficial to the stomach and liver. Acipha bark, useful for minor aches and pains. Pixiebell berries, a mild soporific."

You continue, "Imiren toadstools, which feature heavily in fairy-ring tales, and thuja, indispensible to the druidic ceremonies of the northern Ardenai. Toxic larkspur, mentioned in a well-known Ardenai legend of Zelia dancing upon a hillside, is known to brighten the spirits in tiny doses."

You smile at Yunni.

You say, "For second order insights, we must be more discerning. These are sometimes mentioned in some tales alongside other obfuscating factors, clouding their uses but still leading one to look closer at possibilities. Or they may be called by unfamiliar names, or even warned away from as poisonous. Some examples include red wormwood, chaga fungus, roseroot and witchwood."

>l on work
On the haon-framed worktable:
Misc [3]: a twine-bound laboratory notebook, a sheaf of hastily scribbled notes, a haphazard array of half-filled vials and jars
Total items: 3

You reach out and touch a haphazard array of half-filled vials and jars on a haon-framed worktable.

Rohese nods slowly.

You briskly expound, "Therefore, modern herbalists have already deduced many of their uses which range from red wormwood expelling parasites, to chaga tea reducing swelling, to roseroot - a distinct plant unrelated to roses - combating fatigue and improving endurance," she appears ready to move on, but a distracted look crosses her features and she adds with a shake of her head, "...And witchwood berries -- quite toxic, but with proper preparation can be used medicinally."

Missoni gazes thoughtfully at a haphazard array of half-filled vials and jars on a haon-framed worktable.

Riend settles her gaze on you, watching you intently.

You bite your lip.

You nod.

You say, "Additional forms of second order insights found in some tales include particular modes of preparation or admixture, such as those highlighting the potency differences between tisanes and potions."

You note, "Look for examples there to the remedies common to Pinefar."

You say, "So, the method of gleaning clues thus established, it is onward to seek third order insights that we head, to those that lie hidden in seemingly irrelevant asides and digressions, or those that lead the mind in wholly new directions."

You remove a smooth ebon leather portfolio edged in copper from in your glossy leather satchel.

You carefully remove your white transcript from one of the sleeves in your leather portfolio.

You put an oversized white transcript on a haon-framed worktable.

You put a smooth ebon leather portfolio edged in copper in your glossy leather satchel.

Gilenir looks thoughtfully at you.

You inform, "The farthest reaches of Ta'Ardenai present the very earliest known beginnings of civilization on Elanith. It is an area of the world called first home by other cultures as well - some Kindred clans, Truefolk tribes, and others - and the interplay between them has not always been peaceful. Fraught history has resulted in folklore from diverse perspectives combining and changing in complex ways, making the distillation of knowledge into useful connections challenging."

>read trans

In the Common language, it reads:

The Wayfaring Tree

Think on the days of your grandsire's long-gone beginnings,
And on the time when his grandsire hunted the forest.
Autumn had come, and the leaves had begun their withering;
There rose a hunter named Maelen, keen-eyed and steady.
He would impress the new court at the Winter Crossing Springs,
Bringing them pelts of the finest and silkiest feeling.

Words of his grandsire still echoed beneath his memory:
"Though you may wander and never find road or return-way,
If you have brought your luck the Wayfaring tree will guide you,
Look for its silver-backed leaves, and be found in its shadow."
Hand to his pocket he reached and he touched the small token,
Felt the soft weight of his luck, and stepped into the forest.

Dralys'Vaen welcomed him, old with its breath full of secrets.
Three leagues he traveled the first night, through hush and twilight,
Set down a snare, then lay under the low-hanging cedar,
Closed his eyes slowly and drifted to deepening slumber.
Dreams came to Maelen: a hand on his shoulder with power,
Guiding him onward or warning of what lay before him.

Morning had broken - a hare in his snare lay waiting.
Still he walked deeper, his hunger not yet diminished.
Six leagues he strode on the second day into the shadow.
Found him a rowan with skirts drooping low over mosses,
There set a snare, and soon slept in darkling silence.

Voices whispered in his dreams, though their meanings eluded.
Morning had come, and a fat little polecat was captured
Still he pressed onward, the call of the hunt still upon him.
Nine leagues behind him, the third dusk closed in with silence.
Juniper trees rose around him, with branches like curtain,
Blue-grey and heavy; he slept in their fragrant enclosure.

This time he dreamt of a flame, barely burning but holding,
Fending off fingers of frost reaching in from the blackness.
Woke he at dawn, and his snare was in tatters and ruined;
All of the needles had dropped from the juniper's branches.
Fear now gripped him fast. He turned, but could find no direction.

Chill in the air, and a dampness that sank in his sinews,
And too his strength now was fading. Eyes closed, he touched his small token.
"Luck," he cried out, "bring me home through the forest unending!
Guide me once more to the tree with its silver-leaf branches -
Wayfaring Tree, may your blessing yet shine on my footsteps!"

Then, from the juniper rose a bird clothed in color
Feathers like feylight and skyfire in endless commotion.
Maelen gave chase, for he knew it was drawn from his fortune,
Led through the wood, to the tree with the silver-backed foliage,
Crimson its berries and rooted in ancient remembrance.
There at its base lay the trail that he knew from his youth.
Quickly he followed it, rushing back through the dark wood.

Nine leagues he walked to return to the rowan's enclosure.
There heard he whispers, now clear in the voice of the forest:
"Free now the polecat you slew for your pride and ambition."
He set it loose, and it blinked and then darted to shadow.
Coldness withdrew, like a mist burned away by the morning.

Back to the Wayfaring Tree did he run without resting.
Three leagues he walked and arrived at the cedar of dreaming.
Now felt the hand on his shoulder again, gently urging:
"Free now the hare that you smothered, and walk without burden."
He set it down, and it waked, fleeing to the hush of the forest.
All of the cold that had clung to his body was lifted.

Back to the silver'd tree one last time, lighting the path home;
Three final leagues, and there! His house in the distance,
He had no trophies nor prize in his hand for the nobles -
Only his luck, and the memory pressed hard in his soul.

You say, "One such legendary connection is to a large shrub known as a Wayfaring Tree, known less poetically as viburnum. Some more prosaic tales of the Wayfaring Tree say it leads one to treasure, or to the heart's desire. Still other superstitions say they lead departed spirits from Geldliran onward to their destination."

Elaejia smiles slightly.

You aver, "This legend," she pauses with a glance toward the transcript, "Hails from the Ardenai who call the area around the Vernal Court their home, where the Darkling Wood meets the steppe. With the Darkling Wood forming one border and the frozen wastes another, the unforgiving landscape inspires thoughts of darkness, fear, and ill-omen in many of its tales."

Rohese leans forward.

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at an oversized white transcript on a haon-framed worktable.

You say, "It does make mention of several common tree species, though we currently know of few medicinal properties of note. However, these trees - cedar, rowan, juniper - they have long-held associations that are indeed featured here. The towering cedar embodies strength, the rowan guards ancient mysteries, and the juniper is a powerful symbol of protection."

You fold your hands behind your back, waiting patiently.

You interestedly say, "Additionally, I draw your attention to to notion that the Wayfaring Tree apparently leads the hunter either backward through time, or else has the power to restore life to his catch. For its toll, it strips him of all his prizes, and when he returns home, he is left largely as he began, though perhaps a little wiser," she pauses with a long look around at those gathered. "A powerful ability indeed to find oneself at the mercy of."

Yunni nods slowly.

You say, "Let us take another moment to consider the themes present: Ambition and pride. Dreams and talismans. Protective nature versus malevolent spirits. The warping of time. Sacrifice and rebirth. Circularity - traveling far but ending up where you started."

(Elaejia taps a pointed fingernail on the desk after each listed item.)

You lecture, "Of the mentions I found, I believe this titular tale speaks to a unique connection and indeed opportunity in the Darkling Wood. A place where the flora may well occasionally be empowered to truly embody the associations they still carry to this day."

You say, "It may not be through some concrete link from a specific flower or tree noted in a certain tale, but simply an openness to the ideas and links that underlie these stories. That these oldest places still maintain that connection to the numinous that the ancients observed, and through our connection to those places, we may yet still grasp the link."

You animatedly say, "All these powerful forces captured in one simple tale. They speak to something more at play - in this place," she stops, apparently gathering her thoughts for a moment, "We heard from Lady Bayvel about the interconnectedness of all things, and from Lady Mandaire yesterday on the importance of the timing and mode of harvesting when gathering ingredients for alchemical preparation."

You remind, "We also know that place has a known impact on the power and usefulness of remedies we gather even today for modern alchemists. It seems evident to me that a place with such a deep and powerful connection to us, one with primal powers we left behind in stories and legends amid our rush to expansion and conquest, should still remember and see us with the same clement regard as the Wayfaring Tree."

You forcefully say, "All legends start somewhere and though the passage of time might obscure their beginnings, I am confident that scholarship and experimentation can uncover and tap into the wisdom of the ancients."

You slowly and deliberately empty your filled lungs.

You incline your head.

You politely say, "I thank you for your kind attention."

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===Botanical Forms and Geometry in Glasswork -- Bathcwyn Missoni Sabretache Faendryl===
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===The Solitude Bee - Variations Along the Eastern Seaboard -- Feriae Enfiel and Miss Aubrige===
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Botanical Symposium/2025-07-26 - Ta'Illistim Botanical Symposium (log)

2025-08-01T16:48:09Z

LUNATUNES: added ta'illistim category

==Summary==
In 5125, [[Ta'Illistim]] hosted a Botanical Symposium, following the success of the [[2022-12-04_Botanical_Research_Presentation_(log)|Botanical Research Presentation]] in 5122 which led to the expansion of the Ta'Illistim [[Royal Arboretum]]. Led by Lady [[Rohese]], in coordination with Lord [[Gilenir Veythorne]], [[Ionlas Chesylrae]], and [[Vanathys|Vanathys Ravistel]], several leading researchers presented their latest findings for discussion.

==Logs==
===Lord [[Gilenir Veythorne]] Unveils the Arboretum Expansion===
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[Royal Arboretum, Walkway]
The column-framed walkway leads up to the arched duo of doors, the faenor-framed dome inset in honeycomb-like panels of glass. Ivy-draped partitions of blonde oak are angled between groupings of natural wicker chairs, the floral-framed portraits interspersed between slender moss-draped shelves. Framing either side of the entrance are a duo of silver-veined marble pedestals, each angular base encircled by a profusion of verdant foliage climbing upwards across the base. You also see a hulking melanistic grey wolf, a large vibrant harlequin macaw parrot, a glinting stygian scarab beetle, a yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake with a wild mane of cobalt briar hair, a lazy wild deep red dog, a black-eyed purplish grey haon mandrake, a ruby-crested greater bearded vulture that is flying around, a green-eyed ridge caracal and a brass-floriated sign of pavonated vellum.
Also here: Stassy who is sitting, Celothor, Fleurs who is sitting, Emissary Thrassus, Lord Gilenir, Aubriella who is sitting, Miss Lissaya who is sitting, Bathcwyn Missoni who is sitting, Lucraine who is sitting, Loremaster Rohese, Vanathys who is sitting, Rivienne, Botanical Researcher Feriae, Lord Eruien who is sitting, Lord Teveriel, Lord Ionlas who is sitting, Arelder who is sitting, Arbeia who is sitting
Obvious paths: south

Gilenir formally announces, "Welcome, citizens and visitors of the Shining City, to our inaugural Botanical Symposium."

Arbeia smiles at Gilenir.

Rohese beams, her eyes filled with delight!

Gilenir fidgets ever so slightly as he shifts his weight, nervously smiling across the crowd.

Gilenir nervously continues, "A simple request from Lady Bayvel sprouted into a wonderful collaboration between a number of botanists, horticulturists, and artisans."

Gilenir suddenly adds, "And one very enthusiastic insect researcher."

Missoni gazes in amusement at her surroundings.

Rohese softly giggles.

Feriae jokingly says, "She's been bouncing around the arboretum all week with her companions."

Gilenir nods in agreement at Feriae.

Gilenir says, "It is our sincere hope that this Symposium inspires others to share their knowledge and passion as we journey alongside Argent Mirror Sayilla in this new age of elven culture."

Vanathys nods in agreement at Feriae.

Gilenir clears his throat several times.

Ionlas gazes at Gilenir.

Gilenir sheepishly says, "As for my presentation, I am admittedly lacking the grace and studiousness of the ladies and gentleman who have graciously joined us for this symposium, but well, please join me and I'll show you what I've been working on."

Speaking to Feriae, Teveriel confides, "I am very much looking forward to yours and Miss Aubrige's presentation."

Eruien stands up.

Eruien offers a hand up to Ionlas.

Speaking to Teveriel, Feriae exclaims, "As am I!"

Speaking lightly to Teveriel, Rohese teases, "And mine too, I hope."

Ionlas squints at Eruien.

Ionlas stands up.

Teveriel smiles at Rohese.

Gilenir nervously says, "Come come, we have a bit of a walk."

Rohese winks at Teveriel.

Gilenir says, "And I don't believe I have the upper body strength to properly drag you all."

Speaking to Gilenir, Vanathys says, "Perhaps together we could."

Gilenir thoughtfully asks, "The mandrakes maybe?"

Speaking to Gilenir, Missoni says, "They are stronger than they look."

Feriae helpfully adds, "At least they're loud."

Feriae quickly says, "Like the peahens."

Ionlas whispers something to Gilenir.

Teveriel says, "Imagine a shrieking horde bearing us all down the var."

Teveriel warns, "The peahens will take it as a challenge."

Gilenir firmly says, "Alright, then."

Lord Gilenir's group just went south.

[Royal Arboretum, Walkway]

Vert-colored ivy entwines down the white marble columns framing the cobblestone walkway, the pale pillars affixed with latticed archways draped in the five-pointed leaves. Thin loops of vaalin wire hang high across the living ceiling, the opalescent hooks suspending colorful origami flora above several glowbark benches carved in whimsical fauna. Beyond the path sits a number of canopy-covered displays, the artwork framed by tall flora-filled planters set upon the well-manicured lawn.

Also here: Lord Ionlas, Arelder, Arbeia, Lord Teveriel, Lord Eruien, Botanical Researcher Feriae, Rivienne, Vanathys, Loremaster Rohese, Lucraine, Bathcwyn Missoni, Miss Lissaya, Aubriella, Emissary Thrassus, Fleurs, Celothor, Stassy, Lord Gilenir

A bur-eyed twisted witchwood mandrake sprouting autumn beauty sunflowers toddles into the area and up to Lissaya.

A bur-eyed shaggy illthorn mandrake toddles into the area and up to Rohese.

A yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake with a wild mane of cobalt briar hair toddles into the area and up to Missoni.

A black-eyed purplish grey haon mandrake toddles into the area and up to Feriae.

Arbeia says, "Moussa..."

You murmur, "Well now we're surrounded."

Gilenir indicates a wisteria-arched entry entwined with unfurled cream-colored peonies as a possible option.

Lord Gilenir's group just went through a wisteria-arched entry entwined with unfurled cream-colored peonies.

[Arboretum, Arboreal Gallery]

Verdant-curtained foliage drapes across the fallen arboreal forms scattered along the forest floor, the various trunks and elongated branches sculpted around the archways encircling the dome. Vibrantly colored toadstools encircle the moss-covered tables nestled into the soil, the clusters framed by branch-crafted easels and twine-hung yll'suta. Birdsong echoes throughout the area, the avians hidden amongst the canopy of greenery set high above.

Also here: Lord Ionlas, Arelder, Arbeia, Lord Teveriel, Lord Eruien, Botanical Researcher Feriae, Rivienne, Vanathys, Loremaster Rohese, Lucraine, Bathcwyn Missoni, Miss Lissaya, Aubriella, Emissary Thrassus, Fleurs, Celothor, Stassy, Lord Gilenir

Obvious paths: out

Rohese beams happily at Gilenir!

Rohese gazes with interest at her surroundings.

>l tabl

Trails of spongy, verdant green moss traverse across the flat stone tables, the low-set surfaces decorated in flora arabesques painted in henna. Tucked into the shadowed grass beneath each table is a tiny clay-crafted creature, the peahens and amphibians placed neatly in wicker-woven baskets.

Thrassus leans against his black staff as he takes in his surroundings.

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at a fallen arboreal form.

>l eas

Gently curved boughs are loosely entwined with knots of colorful thread, the geometric web forming a makeshift easel. Set along the tapering ends of the branches are several twine-hung yll'suta, their iridescent silk-crafted wings shimmering in the ambient light.

Gilenir sheepishly says, "I tend to spend my time in the dirt, but here we are."

Gilenir explains, "As Feriae has been working to expand the working areas of the Royal Arboretum, we came upon these particular arboreal forms."

Puffs of earthen green moss rest across the trunks of the trees laying in quiet repose, their elongated branches creating crescentic half-domes of layered foliage. Twig-crafted nests are scattered between the splayed branches along the upper arc of the canopies, the lower sections adorned with woven garlands and wood-framed yll'suta embroidered in silk thread. Folded letters and hand-crafted trinkets are tucked into the various grooves of the expansive trees alongside a handful of nuts and berries.

Gilenir says, "Whether fallen from age, or weather, or some other happenstance, there appears to be no damage or affliction beleaguering these fine fellows."

Gilenir leans against one of the forms, then quickly blushes.

Gilenir adds, "And ladies, of course."

Gilenir says, "In fact, they appear to be quite content here, perhaps even jovial if one believes a tree can express such emotion."

Gilenir continues, "Which is why Feriae and I agreed that there particularly cheerful trees would enjoy the company of others."

Gilenir ardently says, "I believe the constant woodland companions alongside the occasional two-legged visitor would encourage further growth not only from these particular forms, but perhaps across the arboretum and it's potential expansions."

Gilenir brightly says, "Happy plants thrive in happy environs."

Gilenir concludes, "But we do hope you do stop by and spend some time with the trees, we've added a few toadstools and some tables, as well as some easels if you'd like to display some artwork for a bit, though I'm sure a woodland creature or two may swipe it at anytime."

Gilenir awkwardly announces, "And that is my presentation."

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at a branch-crafted easel.

Missoni applauds Gilenir warmly.

Rohese applauds Gilenir warmly.
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===Verdant Symbiosis: The Partnership between Trees and Plants. -- Lady [[Rohese]] Bayvel===
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[Arboretum, Arboreal Gallery]
Verdant-curtained foliage drapes across the fallen arboreal forms scattered along the forest floor, the various trunks and elongated branches sculpted around the archways encircling the dome. Vibrantly colored toadstools encircle the moss-covered tables nestled into the soil, the clusters framed by branch-crafted easels and twine-hung yll'suta. Birdsong echoes throughout the area, the avians hidden amongst the canopy of greenery set high above. You also see a thin crimson lasimor leaf illusion, an arboreal lasimor armchair sculptured from tangled branches, a sturdy oak table on a base of cubbyholes and drawers with a blush-colored glass of cardamom and rose milk tea on it, a bur-eyed shaggy illthorn mandrake, a yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake with a wild mane of cobalt briar hair, a bur-eyed twisted witchwood mandrake sprouting autumn beauty sunflowers, a green-eyed ridge caracal, a lazy wild deep red dog, a glinting stygian scarab beetle that is flying around and a large vibrant harlequin macaw parrot.
Also here: Loremaster Rohese, Lord Eruien who is sitting, Arelder who is sitting, Stassy, Fleurs who is sitting, Emissary Thrassus, Aubriella who is sitting, Miss Lissaya who is sitting, Bathcwyn Missoni who is sitting, Vanathys who is sitting, Rivienne who is sitting, Botanical Researcher Feriae who is sitting, Lord Teveriel who is sitting, Lord Ionlas who is sitting, Arbeia who is sitting, Lord Gilenir
Obvious paths: out

Rohese sets a blush-colored glass of cardamom and rose milk tea on top of the oak table.

You smile at Rohese.

Rohese walks to stand behind a sturdy oak table on a base of cubbyholes and drawers.

Rohese rummages through a vellum-inset linden case covered with anatomical depictions of flora with a frantic look of loss.

Rohese nods once.

Rohese smiles.

Rohese softly says, "It's that time, I think."

Speaking lightly to Rohese, you say, "Your students are ready."

Rohese giggles softly at you.

Rohese softly greets, "Good afternoon everyone."

Rohese warmly says, "It is so lovely to see so many familiar faces on this auspicious occasion."

Rohese glances about with a cheerful expression, her misty grey eyes bright and friendly.

Rohese softly says, "Some of you may recall my Library Lecture last year on the Sentience of Trees, where I touched on the wisdom inherent in the give-and-take of nature; in its quiet agreements and search for balance."

Rohese bashfully says, "I apologise if a little of what I cover today is a repeat of that lecture but I believe the context will be helpful."

Rohese wrinkles her nose.

Rohese softly announces, "So, verdant symbiosis!"

Rohese reaches out with a complex gesture and activates the panel of her agara-fae wristlet. Colorful motes of light suddenly appear and dance in the air before coalescing and shifting into a Veythorne Manor illusion.

Rohese thoughtfully begins, "As I walk the quiet paths of Veythorne Manor, pausing often beneath the glowbark tree whose ghostly blue leaves shimmer with silent wisdom..."

Rohese removes a radiant ghostly blue leaf from in her rectangular pack.

Rohese turns her leaf over and over in her hand, studying it until a look of understanding crosses her face.

Rohese softly continues, "...or spend time here, in this Arboretum, I am reminded that the majesty of trees is not in their solitude, but in their community."

Rohese lets out a long, contemplative breath.

Rohese softly says, "Trees do not stand alone, nor do they thrive in isolation."

Rohese softly says, "Rather, they are stewards of living networks; intricate tapestries woven with threads of moss, lichen, fern, and flower, cradled in loam that has been shaped by the tireless labour of fungi and stirred by wings and mandibles of insects."

Rohese brushes her fingers lightly against her ghostly blue leaf.

Rohese sets a radiant ghostly blue leaf on top of the oak table.

Rohese softly informs, "In my paper on the Sentience of Trees, I posited that trees are more than passive guardians of time; they are sentient participants in the forest ecosystem."

Rohese softly proposes, "This afternoon, I seek to further explore how their sentience - and indeed their very survival - is interwoven with the lives of the smaller, often-overlooked flora and fauna that dwell in their shade and bark."

A talkative covey of button quails traverse across the pine needles and leaves in a series of zig-zags before disappearing behind the moss-covered trees.

Rohese softly says, "So let us begin beneath the surface."

Rohese softly says, "The roots of trees, as vast and far-reaching as their canopies, form sacred pacts with fungi."

Rohese softly says, "Right under our very noses..."

Rohese softly continues, "...cleverly concealed beneath the undergrowth is a covert messaging system made up "mushroom mailboxes" and "telegraphic threads" called mycelium that connect the roots in an intricate web."

Vanathys nods understandingly.

Rohese removes a bracket of tender nesting polypore from in her linden case.

Rohese softly says, "This pretty little thing, for example, is a polypore."

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at her tender nesting polypore.

Arbeia quietly says, "Mushroom mailboxes."

Rohese softly says, "Most polypores inhabit tree trunks or branches but some soil-inhabiting species form mychorrhiza in a symbiotic association with trees."

You lean forward.

Rohese softly says, "These silent, silk-thin filaments stretch through the soil like a network of whispers, ferrying water, minerals, and knowledge between root and root."

Rohese brushes her fingers lightly against her tender nesting polypore.

Rohese softly remarks, "It is known that a tree afflicted by blight may warn its kin through these fungal threads, allowing others to fortify their defences before the sickness arrives."

Rohese softly says, "This is not idle conjecture; I have observed such exchanges firsthand among the trees in the Glimae'den Wildwood."

Rohese softly says, "The mushrooms that rise from this underground lattice are merely the fruiting bodies of a vast mind, one whose thoughts are composed of nourishment and alliance."

Rohese sets a bracket of tender nesting polypore on top of the oak table.

Rohese brightly says, "Moving above ground now."

Rohese softly says, "Around the base and on the trunks of elder trees, especially Mother Trees, one often finds a patchwork carpet of mosses, lichens and other organisms."

Rohese glances at a fallen arboreal form.

Rohese softly says, "We see it in the glowbark with its phosphorescent residents..."

Rohese snaps out her hand with a complex gesture. A majestic glowbark tree illusion appears above the palm of her hand, wavers briefly, and vanishes.

Rohese softly continues, "...and the grey-green tufted growths on the sovereign willow of the Dryad Wildwood."

Rohese snaps out her hand with a complex gesture. A gnarled weeping willow illusion appears above the palm of her hand, wavers briefly, and vanishes.

Rohese softly says, "These are no mere adornments; again, it is a symbiotic - mutually beneficial - association."

Rohese softly adds, "We see it here too in the verdant undergrowth of the Arboreal Conservatory..."

Rohese softly continues, "...where there are some fine examples of monk's-hood lichen, shield lichens and oakmoss."

Rohese softly explains, "Mosses act as reservoirs of moisture, safeguarding the roots from drought and preserving the delicate balance of humidity necessary for the surrounding undergrowth."

Rohese softly says, "Among the most remarkable of mosses is scorpidium, a species predominant in the damp hollows and shaded root basins of Naidem, where the sky is perpetual twilight and the air is thick with mist."

Rohese removes a tangle of inky scorpidium moss from in her linden case.

Rohese notes, quietly, a few salient particulars of the moss.

Rohese softly says, "In the graveyard, woods and wetlands, scorpidium forms plush carpets beneath beech, birch and sycamore, particularly near the edges of slow-moving rivulets."

Rohese softly says, "Growing in dense tangles, the moss often makes its home on dead or dying trees, devouring the nutrients of its doomed host."

Vanathys nods at Rohese.

Rohese turns over her inky scorpidium moss.

Rohese smiles at Vanathys.

Rohese softly says, "Its role is both practical and profound: acting as a living sponge, it filters and retains water through the seasons, maintaining delicate soil moisture levels around the trees' root systems."

Ionlas whispers something to Eruien.

Rohese softly says, "Moreover, this moss nurtures an entire sub-community of insects: beetles, grubs, and fireflies so beloved by Naidem scholars for their ethereal beauty and translucence."

Eruien looks over at Ionlas and shakes his head.

Rohese softly says, "Their presence within the moss attracts foraging birds and encourages insectivorous flora along the margins."

Rohese softly says, "Thus, scorpidium serves as a cradle of biodiversity; its relationship with the trees is not merely one of support, but of shared vitality."

Rohese taps a tangle of inky scorpidium moss, which is in her right hand.

Rohese softly says, "In times of drought or excessive rain, it is this moss that tempers the extremes, ensuring that the roots of ancient trees remain undisturbed, as though the land itself were swaddling its giants in a soft and constant embrace."

Rohese sets a tangle of inky scorpidium moss on top of the oak table.

Rohese removes a tuft of old man's beard lichen from in her linden case.

Rohese clearly says, "Lichens, those mysterious marriages of fungus and algae, serve as the forest's alchemists."

Rohese wrinkles her nose.

Rohese softly says, "In some parts of the Wyrdeep, it is said they even glow faintly under moonlight, rumoured to be touched by fey magic."

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at her old man's beard lichen.

Rohese softly says, "Yet their truest gift lies in their enrichment of the soil for all nearby life and their sensitivity to corruption; should they wither or fade, it is often a warning of greater blight to come."

Rohese sets a tuft of old man's beard lichen on top of the oak table.

Rohese removes a feathered fern frond from in her linden case.

Rohese softly says, "It is easy to look up and see only branches, but nestled among them are ferns and epiphytic flora like orchids; those that do not draw from the tree itself but from the air and rain."

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at her fern frond.

Rohese softly says, "These tree-lodgers increase the forest's vertical diversity, forming habitats for winged insects, nesting birds, and other small creatures."

Rohese softly adds, "In some ancient groves, it is believed that these aerial gardens harbour entire ecosystems of their own, hidden from view."

Rohese waggles her fingers mystically, and a golden linden tree grove illusion appears briefly in the air.

Rohese reaches out with a complex gesture and activates the panel of her agara-fae wristlet. Sunshine yellow flurries of airy blossoms suddenly appear and dance in the air before coalescing and shifting into a spotted dark brown kestrel illusion.

Rohese softly says, "Beneath the eaves of the trees, in patches of dappled sunlight, wildflowers bloom and offer nectar."

Rohese softly says, "Bees, butterflies, and beetles answer the call - not only to feed, but to fulfill the sacred rite of pollination."

Rohese lightly adds, "Even the trees themselves are sometimes pollinated by windborne insects."

Rohese softly says, "Insects also serve as caretakers and couriers of decay."

Rohese softly says, "Ants tunnel through fallen bark, returning nutrients to the soil."

Rohese removes a miniscule red bark beetle from in her linden case.

(Rohese places the miniscule red bark beetle in the palm of her hand and holds it out to show it to the audience.)

Rohese softly says, "Insects, such as this red bark beetle, feast upon rot and keep the forest clean."

Rohese casually remarks, "I once observed a hive of bees protect a cluster of wild orchids growing in the crook of an old willow, as if recognizing the mutual benefit of their shared presence."

Rohese gives her wyrwood insect house a tiny shake, causing a swarm of pollen-fuzzed amber honey bees to crawl out and onto her inventory for a moment before retreating back inside the house.

Rohese smiles quietly to herself.

Rohese softly says, "The forest, then, is not a collection of solitary beings, but a living chorus..."

Rohese sets a miniscule red bark beetle on top of the oak table.

Rohese softly continues, "...each member in tune with the others, each leaf and root and wing participating in an unending hymnal of interdependence."

Rohese softly says, "Mother trees such as the glowbark..."

Rohese reaches out with a complex gesture and activates the panel of her agara-fae wristlet. Silvery white will-o'-wisps suddenly appear and dance in the air before coalescing and shifting into a majestic glowbark tree illusion.

Rohese softly says, "...with its luminous presence and deeply rooted wisdom, are both maestro and audience to this symphony."

Arbeia gazes with interest at a majestic glowbark tree illusion.

Rohese softly says, "Their sentience is not solitary; it is communal."

Missoni nods to a majestic glowbark tree illusion.

Rohese softly says, "It breathes through moss, whispers through lichen, is fed by fungi, and pollinated by the labour of insects."

Rohese softly opines, "We must heed these natural alliances."

Rohese gazes fondly at a majestic glowbark tree illusion.

Rohese softly says, "Because the song of the forest is one of harmony, and its melody is easily lost if even a single note is silenced."

Rohese lets out a long, contemplative breath.

Rohese softly says, "May this work serve not only as a study of the verdant kinship we walk among but also as a reminder that we too are part of this great, living and breathing whole."

Rohese smiles.

Rohese softly concludes, "And that, ladies and gentle folk, is what I would like to talk about tomorrow!"

Rohese drops into a deep curtsy, moving smoothly as her arms sweep grandly to her sides.
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===The Hornet & the Hollyhock: The Cultural Importance of Flowers -- [[Aliraswaen]]===
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Aliraswaen says, "Good day, my friends and fellow admirers of flora. I thank you, most sincerely, for joining me in this verdant jewel of the Shining City. I am Aliraswaen of Nielira Harbor, a small and sea-brushed town along the Nalfein coast, where the light falls warm and the gardens climb the stonework like music set to vine."

You see Aliraswaen.
She appears to be a Nalfein Elf.
She is of average stature and has a willowy, thin frame. She appears to be very young. She has golden, hazel-flecked cornflower blue eyes and subtly tanned skin. She has waist-length, silky caramel brown hair divided into twin reverse-weave braids that start at the temple and descend to the nape in wrist-thick lengths woven in heather grey and burgundy ribbons amid a tracery of baby's breath. She has a delicate face, an aquiline nose and high cheekbones culminating in sharply curved, pointed ears. She has bloom-painted burgundy lacquer upon her long, rounded nails.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a pewter-strung dark burgundy hollyhock, a rosewood-boned ebon silk corset painted in spires of burgundy blossoms over a very pale dusty rose blouse with split wrist-bound sleeves, a pewter and rosewood disc girdle pyrographed in hollyhock columns, a heavy ebon organza skirt painted in heather grey bloom-laden trellises with some layered burgundy petticoats underneath, and a pair of low-heeled sandals lifted by rosewood heels.
Placed alongside her is an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt.

Aliraswaen says, "It is an honor to be here, amidst such learned company, to speak on a flower that holds a quiet but persistent magic for me: the hollyhock."

Rohese beams happily at Aliraswaen!

Imrys smiles.

Rohese softly mouths, "So pretty."

Arbeia agrees with Rohese.

Aliraswaen says, "Now, I suspect more than a few of you have passed hollyhocks without much fanfare, nodding at their cheerful stalks as you strolled to admire something rarer, or more temperamental. And that's fair. The hollyhock doesn't pout or preen. It simply grows. Tall. Colorful. Steady. It is the sort of flower that thrives best when no one is watching too closely."

Aliraswaen suggests, "But today, I should like us to watch a little more closely. To pause. And to see."

Aliraswaen pauses politely, a thin, warm smile gracing her lips.

Aliraswaen paces to her right, moving in a circle around a low oval planter sporting white and lavender hollyhocks.

Tikba nods thoughtfully at Aliraswaen.

Aliraswaen casually says, "You see, the hollyhock has been with us a very long time."

Aliraswaen continues, "Long before gardeners bred for double blooms or marbled petals, the single hollyhock rose like a spire near doorways, chapels, and wells."

Aliraswaen thoughtfully explains, "It came to us from across sun-drenched plains, traveling by seed, by trade, and sometimes by accident, though I have found that accidents in botany are often simply miracles mislabeled."

Aliraswaen offers a soft, friendly chuckle.

Aliraswaen inquires, "Does anyone here grow hollyhocks? Or recall seeing them near childhood gates or old garden walls?"

Missoni murmurs, "Not especially."

Vanathys says, "Though, to be fair, I grow a bit of nearly everything I can."

Vanathys chuckles.

Arbeia asks, "Do they grow in the desert?"

Aubriella says, "I did collect a nice bunch on Nielira Harbor."

Gilenir admits, "I've been having difficulty getting them to properly seed."

Speaking slowly to Arbeia, Aliraswaen says, "I am uncertain."

Aubriella says, "But grow them, n o."

Rohese softly says, "I too have struggled."

Speaking to Gilenir, Vanathys says, "I will transplant some, if you wish."

Aliraswaen nods at Gilenir.

Gilenir gazes hopefully at Vanathys.

Aliraswaen says, "Sometimes they are resistent."

Arbeia says, "Cannot say I have ever seen any there."

Aliraswaen softly continues, "In Ta'Nalfein, where refinement is expected and gardens are often judged as much as gowns, the hollyhock holds a strange place."

Aliraswaen smiles quietly to herself.

Aliraswaen says, "It is seen as rustic by some. Sturdy. Perhaps even coarse. But I argue otherwise. There is grace in its reach. Poise in its persistence."

Aliraswaen affirms, "The hollyhock does not demand beauty it becomes it."

Aliraswaen picks up an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt from alongside her.

Aliraswaen says, "I've gathered my reflections, woven through with a tale from the Nieliran coast, in a book titled The Hornet and the Hollyhock. It is part fable, part meditation, and fully a love letter to the way wildness and grace often reside side by side. Copies are available to you all, with my compliments. I hope it may plant a little seed of delight, or curiosity, or wonder."

Aliraswaen offers Rohese an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt.

Rohese accepts Aliraswaen's suede tome.

Aliraswaen offers you an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

Missoni appreciatively says, "How generous."

Aliraswaen nods at Rohese.

Rohese holds an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt in her hand close to her body.

Aliraswaen smiles.

[Aliraswaen gives everyone a tome]

You accept Aliraswaen's offer and are now holding an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt.

You incline your head.

You say, "This is very kind, thank you."

>L tome
Corbeau green marked in gilt lettering decorates the edge of the spine, transitioning to burgundy-black on the back and cover beyond a clearly delineated line of silver. Decorative embossing upon the flat plane of the cover creates the raised impression of hollyhock stalk, its upper section still furled while its middle is in full bloom. Faenor-hued paint create a sheen of color near the upper right corner where a hornet rests. The words "The Hornet and the Hollyhock" stretch across the lower section.

Tikba politely says, "Thank you very much."

Imrys murmurs, "How lovely. Thank you for sharing your work with us."

Speaking to Gilenir, Ionlas whispers aloud, "Will you read it to me, too?"

Speaking to Aliraswaen, Aubriella says, "Oh, thank you."

Eruien gives a sidelong glance at Ionlas.

Speaking pointedly to Ionlas, Gilenir says, "But you're literate."

>read my tom
The Hornet and the Hollyhock

Introduction ................................... 2
The Hollyhock .................................. 4
The Hornet ..................................... 7
Signals in Bloom and Stone ..................... 15
In the Nest of Stories ......................... 22
In Word and Warning ............................ 29
Closing Reflections ............................ 36
Page 1

Vanathys just nudged Gilenir.

Vanathys whispers something to Gilenir.

Ionlas frowns.

Gilenir says, "Oh."

Speaking to Gilenir, Ionlas says, "Yes, I suppose I am."

Speaking to Ionlas, Gilenir says, "I mean... yes."

Gilenir surreptitiously glances at Vanathys.

Vanathys gazes up into the heavens.

Eruien mutters, "Smooth."

Vanathys says, "Thank you. This will be excellent for my collection."

Rohese smiles at Vanathys.

Rohese giggles softly at Eruien.

[Arboretum, Arboreal Gallery]

Verdant-curtained foliage drapes across the fallen arboreal forms scattered along the forest floor, the various trunks and elongated branches sculpted around the archways encircling the dome. Vibrantly colored toadstools encircle the moss-covered tables nestled into the soil, the clusters framed by branch-crafted easels and twine-hung yll'suta. Birdsong echoes throughout the area, the avians hidden amongst the canopy of greenery set high above. You also see an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt, a low oval planter sporting white and lavender hollyhocks, a yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake with a wild mane of cobalt briar hair, a lazy wild deep red dog, a vexed wasteland spirit that is flying around, a large vibrant harlequin macaw parrot and a green-eyed ridge caracal.

Also here: Loremaster Rohese who is sitting, Bathcwyn Missoni who is sitting, Lord Gilenir who is sitting, Rivienne, Tikba who is sitting, Imrys who is sitting, Lord Ionlas who is sitting, Aubriella who is sitting, Fleurs who is sitting, Vanathys who is sitting, Oirisu who is sitting, Arbeia who is sitting, Lord Eruien who is sitting, Aliraswaen, Stassy

Obvious paths: out

Speaking amusedly to Vanathys, Oirisu says, "Because they clearly are the same type of literature."

Aliraswaen continues, "Now, to the flower's habits. Hollyhocks are biennial, or sometimes short-lived perennials, depending on their treatment. They prefer full sun and well-drained soil, and though they grow tall, often taller than most elves I know, they begin in modest rosettes. Their strength, like that of so many things, is in what lies quietly at the base."

Gilenir grins wryly at Ionlas.

Ionlas leans softly against Gilenir.

Ionlas rolls his eyes.

Aliraswaen lightly says, "Some gardeners see their susceptibility to rust as a flaw, but I find it an invitation to companion plant, to rotate, to learn. Nature rarely gives us perfection without asking us to participate."

Speaking sheepishly to Aliraswaen, Rohese says, "And to think I pulled them all when I spotted rust."

Aliraswaen knowingly says, "And there is something rather dear about seeing bees and beetles nestle deep into those open blooms. They're almost cup-like. They hold things. Like stories. Or secrets."

You see Lord Eruien Lithavir the Living Canvas and Most Esteemed Representative of Ta'Loenthra.
He appears to be a Loenthra Elf.
He is tall and has a lithe body. He appears to be young and robust. He has subtly tilted, azure-flecked sea green eyes and unlined pale skin. He has long, silky ginger hair drawn into a loose half-braid by a loop of naefira-carved resaeun. He has a long, softly angled face, a straight nose and broad shoulders.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a translucent filament strung with a single drop of fused glass, a cropped sueded jacket dyed a rich larkspur blue hue, a deep-plunging charcoal brocade waistcoat cut short at the ribs over a sheer chiffon shirt veiled in floral embroidery across the chest, a finger-spanning coiled silver ring kissed with powdered amethyst, a pair of pearl grey twill trousers slit at the calves to reveal lace godets, and a pair of mirror-shined leather brogues with cutout vamps.

Aliraswaen politely inquires, "Would any of you like to ask a question? Or perhaps share a memory of hollyhocks in your own garden or another flower that, to you, holds the same sort of quiet, unexpected grace?"

(Rohese tentatively raises her hand.)

Vanathys glances at Rohese.

Rohese points at Vanathys.

Aliraswaen amusedly asks, "Come, surely you have favorites... Or why are we at this symbosium?"

Vanathys says, "Ladies first."

Rohese insistently says, "No, no, you were first."

Vanathys says, "I insist that you go first."

Rohese whines at Vanathys!

Rohese reluctantly says, "As you wish."

Rohese hesitantly says, "I'd like to share a rose, if I may."

Aliraswaen delightedly exclaims, "Of course!"

Rohese softly begins, "One of the common funeral customs in Ta'Illistim is the Selanair, which is as old as the Elven Houses themselves."

Rohese softly continues, "It means dusk's light and it is essentially the observance of displaying a deceased love one so those who wish to show their respect can do so."

Rohese smiles.

Rohese softly says, "This beautiful blossom, the asuleriel, is a unique variety of blue rose that represents peace and hope."

Rohese taps a pale-veined deep blue asuleriel, which is in her right hand.

Rohese softly says, "It is associated with such remembrance ceremonies and the petals often cover the form of the deceased."

Rohese softly says, "They're very rare in the wild but can be nurtured in gardens."

Rohese softly says, "This was grown in the rose garden at Ailanthus Manor out on Whistler's Pass."

Fleurs nods appreciatively.

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at her deep blue asuleriel.

Aliraswaen respectfully says, "It is a lovely specimen."

Rohese smiles at Aliraswaen.

Rohese softly says, "It has taken centuries of cultivation by the gardeners there and it is there pride and joy."

Oirisu looks thoughtfully at Vanathys.

Rohese softly exclaims, "Lumnis forfend anyone who attempts to pick them without permission!"

Rohese softly says, "And it is worth noting that a florist of any worth would never charge when being purchased for a deceased loved one."

Eruien begins chuckling at Rohese!

Rohese softly says, "They are always given freely."

Aliraswaen quietly says, "An amazing honor and gift."

Speaking to Rohese, Vanathys teases, "You said the same thing I was going to."

Speaking appreciatively to Aliraswaen, Rohese says, "It took a lot of persuasion to have this one."

Rohese softly says, "Ah, then I am sorry."

Aliraswaen understandingly says, "Well can I imagine."

Aliraswaen nods slowly.

Aliraswaen asks, "Did anyone else wish to share?"

Vanathys says, "I had a question."

Aliraswaen politely admonishes, "Please."

Aliraswaen thoughtfully says, "I imagine that some could, however, many tales are tied to its nature being a repelent for many demons. I suppose most planters and growers prefer it to remain in an un-refined state to ensure it does not lose these qualities."

Eruien stifles a yawn behind the back of his hand.

Missoni glances appraisingly at Aliraswaen.

Rohese surreptitiously glances at Eruien.

Rohese shakes her head at Eruien and clucks her tongue.

Tikba surreptitiously glances between Aliraswaen and Missoni.

Vanathys looks thoughtfully at Aliraswaen.

Aliraswaen says, "Let me see if I can find that..."

Vanathys says, "Superstitions getting in the way of progress..."

Vanathys says, "Interesting."

Aliraswaen says, "In the wake of the Sea Elf War, as Ta'Nalfein reeled from both shared grief and sharpened self-preservation, new symbols took root amid the scarred soil."

You interestedly ask, "Do the tales provide more detail on that repellent effect?"

Rohese looks thoughtfully at you.

Eruien gives a sidelong glance at you.

Missoni murmurs, "I wonder if that has been extensively tested."

Aliraswaen says, "A moment, I am trying to find the excerpt."

You twitch your darkened fingers in a display of your irritation.

Aliraswaen says, "It is a quiet defender, a symbol of survival, and a lingering echo of the dark tides that once swept near their shores."

Aliraswaen says, "Ah, here it is."

Aliraswaen clearly reads, "Favored for its height and fragrance, the blossom was said to aggravate the senses of certain demons, encouraging them to wander away. Whether apocryphal or true, its planting near thresholds and walls became a ritual not of beauty alone, but of unseen defense and memory. In the preservation of life, the hollyhock found purpose. In the preservation of dignity, it found a lasting place in Nalfein hearts."

Aliraswaen says, "You say superstition, I say tradition."

Speaking to Aliraswaen, Vanathys says, "A fair enough distinction, I think."

Vanathys says, "A tradition I do not hold, of course. Perhaps I will make some attempts of my own, then."

Speaking to Aliraswaen, Vanathys says, "That was my only question."

Aliraswaen says, "As you see fit, though I would caution that not all perenials like to be tampered with."

Speaking softly to herself, Rohese notes, "I must try and grow them again."

Aliraswaen says, "Sometimes, the simple rustic beauty is the best."

Speaking mildly to Aliraswaen, Vanathys says, "It is my specialty."

Aliraswaen politely says, "As you will, of course."

Aliraswaen inquires, "Did anyone else have a question or wish to shaer?"

Missoni raises her hand.

Missoni says, "I have always been fond of the peony. I suppose I do not have such a...ah... traditional reason."

Missoni says, "But its relationship with ants reminds me a bit of how the hornet and the hollyhock often work in tandem."

Speaking to Rohese, Missoni admits, "And also, the blooms are quite lush."

Missoni flushes slightly, some color reaching her cheeks.

Rohese nods enthusiastically at Missoni!

Aliraswaen says, "How intereting. I had not thought you one to be basheful, for that is its meaning, though its interaction and requirement of the ant is very synonymous of the Hollyhock."

Ionlas briefly glances at Gilenir's shoulder.

You see Lord Gilenir Veythorne Illistim.
He appears to be an Elf.
He is taller than average and has a muscular, able-bodied physique. He appears to be in the spring of life. He has vibrant hazel green eyes and tanned skin. He has short, tousled ashen blonde hair parted at a slant, leaving the unruly bangs to brush against the forehead. He has an angular face and well-defined cheekbones.
He is in good shape.
He is holding an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt in his right hand.
He is wearing a gilt-marbled white jade signet draped from a waist-cut chain, a jaw-framing blue jacquard collar affixed with twin brooches, a broad-shouldered doublet of smoked sapphire blue maedatha over a deep-cut vellum ivory silk tunic, some charcoal-tinted mykal trousers cinched down each hip, and a pair of suede-cuffed ebon suede knee-boots.

Aliraswaen says, "They have such a delicate fragrance to them, not showy or heady but light and fragile."

Speaking to Aliraswaen, Missoni says, "Yes, I do like that they are not overpowering in a garden."

Rivienne raises her hand.

You add, "And they bloom quite early, which I look forward to each spring."

Aliraswaen smiles at you.

Rivienne says, "Your fondness for the hollyhock, a flower that many find common or rustic, reminds me of my own fondness for dandelions, which most consider and outright nuisance."

Aliraswaen asks, "But don't then go to seed with such a charming nature?"

Rohese nods in agreement.

Aliraswaen delightedly says, "The little seeds on the wind, the childhood memories of endearing wishes and hopes."

Rivienne says, "They are like a small sun that refuses to be forgotten. Even when it's pulled up, it returns, not out of spite but because it persists, even through the cracks in cobblestones."

Rohese softly exclaims, "Like tiny fairies!"

Aliraswaen says, "Yes, they are definitely resilient."

Rivienne says, "Not to mention all the wishes they've carried for me."

Aliraswaen says, "We have given them the meaning of "respect and chivalry" or 'spiritual"."

Aliraswaen smiles at Rivienne.

Aliraswaen says, "I once saw a painting, it was in only three colors.... the lower right of the painting was awash in golden yellow, and the dandelion took center stage, a slash through its center to show its duality of growth. The lower half was it in full bloom, the other half was it going to seed and being tugged by a gentle wind that carried its cypselae up to the right corner..."

Aliraswaen says, "The seeds transformed near the top into dark birds."

Aliraswaen says, "It was title: When wishes turn to wings."

Missoni lightly says, "How clever."

You cock your head.

Eruien nods approvingly.

Aliraswaen says, "Such a lovely, persistent flower."

Aliraswaen says, "Thank you for sharing."

Aliraswaen asks, "Did anyone else have one?"

Fleurs raises her hand.

Fleurs says, "I am especially fond of the plumeria. Lush, fragrant, and tropical, it always reminds me of good times. I find the scent very relaxing."

Aliraswaen says, "And it is such an amazing specimen as it almost seems fake due it its almost waxy petals."

Rivienne says, "Their blossoms are always so perfect, they almost seem fake."

Rivienne nods at Aliraswaen.

Aliraswaen smiles at Rivienne.

Fleurs glances between Rivienne and Aliraswaen.

Fleurs grins.

Aliraswaen says, "They have such gradient change to them, too."

Ionlas says, "I'm not sure if you've noticed this, but the blossoms almost seem fake."

Aliraswaen says, "Always almost blushed with other hues."

Ionlas's face breaks into a cheeky grin.

Eruien gives a sidelong glance at Ionlas.

Eruien just nudged Ionlas.

Rivienne begins chuckling at Ionlas!

Aliraswaen says, "I do appreciate their spiced undertones. A lovely citrus pop...."

You see Rivienne Mandaire Loenthra of the Shining City.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is subtle in stature and has a balletic body. She appears to have come of age. She has demure violet eyes and lightly tanned skin. She has long, undulant starling black hair that falls to shadow her form. She has a fine-boned face and narrow, delicately pointed ears. Her aspect embodies a fluid symmetry of sharp angles and gentle curves.
She is in good shape.
She is holding an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt in her right hand.
She is wearing a vial-shaped glass pendant containing a preserved emerald green leaf, a gilded silk cincher over a green silk kaftan patterned with a fall of botanical-interspersed arabesques, a vine-wrought gold handflower, and some golden leather thong sandals.

Speaking politely to Arbeia, Aliraswaen inquires, "What is the blossom you hold so dearly?"

Arbeia says, "Oh."

Arbeia glances at a budding pale yellow creosote flower in her hand.

Arbeia asks, "This?"

Arbeia says, "This is a creosote flower."

Arbeia says, "From the desert."

Arbeia says, "I always think of home when I have this with me... for..."

Arbeia says, "When the monsoons come."

Aliraswaen says, "Such a delicate, small bloom."

Arbeia says, "They release the most amazing smell."

Arbeia smiles.

Aliraswaen asks, "May I?"

Arbeia offers Aliraswaen a budding pale yellow creosote flower.

Aliraswaen accepts Arbeia's yellow creosote flower.

Aliraswaen sniffs at her yellow creosote flower.

Aliraswaen says, "Hmmm..."

Aliraswaen thoughtfully says, "Musky...."

Aliraswaen sniffs at her yellow creosote flower.

Arbeia says, "The air fills with that smell after the rains come."

Aliraswaen says, "Almost like fres--- yes."

Aliraswaen offers Arbeia a budding pale yellow creosote flower.

Arbeia accepts Aliraswaen's yellow creosote flower.

Arbeia turns over her yellow creosote flower.

Speaking to Vaelani, Aliraswaen asks, "Did I remember that you raised your hand?"

Speaking encouragingly to Vaelani, Aliraswaen asks, "Had you a bloom to share?"

Speaking jokingly to Vanathys, Oirisu says, "We'll end up with more perfume notes at this rate."

Speaking to Oirisu, Fleurs says, "You can never have too much perfume."

Vaelani tentatively says, "Yes... I was going to mention red feather clover. I'm afraid I don't have one on me to share, but I can best describe it as looking like pinky crimson fox tails when they bloom."

Speaking to Oirisu, Vanathys whispers aloud, "Perhaps a seasonal line at some point."

Oirisu leans softly against Vanathys.

Speaking to Vaelani, Aliraswaen says, "I believe we call those trifoliums."

Vaelani nods at Aliraswaen.

Aliraswaen says, "They rather resemble the thistle in many ways."

Aliraswaen says, "Their tops are silver and white tipped, much like a fox tail as you said."

Vaelani nods in agreement.

Aliraswaen says, "They have a subtly herbaceous smell and a sweet honey-ness to them."

Missoni curiously says, "Where do they grow? I am not certain I have seen them."

Speaking happily to Vaelani, Aliraswaen says, "I lovely bloom indeed."

Aliraswaen says, "They are typically a glade plant, if my memory is any good."

Missoni says, "I shall be more observant."

Aliraswaen asks, "Did anyone else have anything to share?"

Aliraswaen offers Vaelani an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt.

Vaelani accepts Aliraswaen's suede tome.

Speaking to Vaelani, Aliraswaen says, "I think I missed you when we were handing these out."

Aliraswaen says, "Thank you. Every story shared reminds me that gardens are as much about memory as they are about soil. And the hollyhock, for all its humble roots, is a memory keeper."

Fleurs happily says, "I do love flowers, of all types."

Aliraswaen continues, "It grows beside kitchens, beneath bedroom windows, along roads where loved ones once walked."

Missoni applauds Aliraswaen warmly.

Aliraswaen says, "So, I thank you again for your time, your presence, and your willingness to walk this short garden path with me. May you find beauty in the ordinary. May you nurture what rises quietly beside you."

Aliraswaen offers, "And may your hollyhocks grow tall."
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===An Introduction to the Quiet Beauty of Night Gardens -- Lady [[Rivienne]] Mandaire Loenthra===
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Rivienne says, "Alright then, I'll get started."

You see Rivienne Mandaire Loenthra of the Shining City.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is subtle in stature and has a balletic body. She appears to have come of age. She has demure violet eyes and lightly tanned skin. She has long, undulant starling black hair drawn into fluid whorls ensnaring a lustrous full moon ornament before spilling in waves down the back. She has a fine-boned face and narrow, delicately pointed ears. Her aspect embodies a fluid symmetry of sharp angles and gentle curves.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a tiny arathiel sphere illuminating the hollow of the throat, a corseted jet silk coat swept back at the hips into a composed train, a sleeveless tulle gown descending in drifts of ivory chiffon, and a pair of almond leather slippers on sculpted bone heels.

Arbeia turns to face Rivienne.

Wylnar plops down to the ground in a sitting position.

Your face goes blank.

Rivienne begins, "As light falls away, the world grows both sharper and softer, and our senses rise to meet the darkness."

Lissaya's eyes glaze over as she stares, unfocused, into the distance.

Arbeia nods to Wylnar in greeting.

You give a sidelong glance at Wylnar.

You see Wylnar the Shadowbroker.
He appears to be a Half-Elf from Ta'Vaalor.
He is average height and has a lithesome, nimble build. He appears to be an adult. He has kohl-lined jade green eyes and ghostly pale skin. He has waist-length, silken white blonde hair threaded sparsely with leather beads and left to flow freely over his broad shoulders. He has an angular face, a scar-crossed, straight nose and subtly pointed ears.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a vivid pink linen cape with arabesque-stitched edging, a multi-strapped onyx suede harness over some sleek ebon shadarl armor banded in tonal suede, a pair of stygian half-gloves, a niello silver signet worn on the right pinky, a black leather tool kit, and some thin black leather boots wrapped in dark linen scraps.

Rivienne says, "Scent unfurls in the cooling air, carried more potently as the humidity increases. Sound, too, stretches farther, unbroken and unbothered by the hum of day."

Wylnar reclines back, supporting himself on his palms.

Rivienne thoughtfully asserts, "Darkness asks something of us. Few are taught how to move within it, how to relate to it. More often, we are taught to banish it."

Lissaya shifts her eyes to Rivienne.

Wylnar nods in agreement at Rivienne.

Rivienne says, "But darkness is not an absence. It is a force, a subtle shaping hand that turns familiar land into a foreign country. It is a balm, a companion to light rather than its enemy."

Rivienne calmly explains, "And shadows, far from being voids, are proof of presence. The way light flows around form, the way ripples reveal stones beneath a river."

Bathcwyn Missoni flounces through an arched duo of stained glass doors leading to the walkway amidst a diffuse cloud of prismatic glitter.

Wylnar waves to Missoni.

Rivienne lightly says, "I was raised on a Loenthran estate known for its perfumers' craft, where vast fields of botanicals were cultivated for distillation and trade, but the gardens closest to the house were created for something more personal."

Missoni glances appraisingly at Wylnar.

Missoni gives a short little hum of surprise.

Lissaya gazes forlornly at Missoni.

Rivienne recalls, "I remember my parents spending many of their evening hours together, walking the paths as the night breeze carried shifting waves of scent to meet them."

Rivienne shares, "They would pause beneath an arbor or lean over a cluster of blooms, exchanging thoughts about which notes might blend well or which fragrances would linger or vanish too quickly."

Rivienne says, "Aspiring poets, musicians, and painters under our family's patronage would wander those paths in search of inspiration, sit beneath a lantern to practice their work, or even weep quietly when their art betrayed them."

Wylnar furtively glances at Lissaya.

Rivienne smiles slightly.

You glance down.

Missoni nods sympathetically at Lissaya.

Rivienne explains, "These night gardens, interspersed across the grounds, belonged to everyone in the household."

Lissaya appears to be ignoring everything going on around her.

Rivienne wistfully murmurs, "And the parties...they belonged to the night. We would line the paths with foxfire, just enough to make the gardens glow like something enchanted."

Rivienne softly reminisces, "Somewhere in the dark, a quartet would play, and always, the perfume of the gardens, wild and shifting, would thread itself into the evening."

Missoni gazes with interest at Rivienne.

Wylnar looks thoughtfully at Rivienne.

Ionlas lets out a soft, wistful sigh.

Rivienne reflectively adds, "It always felt, to me, as though the garden itself was hosting the gathering, and we were simply guests."

Rivienne measuredly says, "Around nine elven, our sense of smell naturally sharpens, almost as if the body is tuned to meet the moment when night-blooming flowers begin to release their perfume. The effect feels intentional, like a signal."

(Rivienne lets a smile linger.)

Rivienne knowingly remarks, "The finest night gardens hold their fragrance just beyond reach, letting it drift in waves rather than overwhelm."

Wylnar lets his gaze wander over to you, his attention lingering for a few beats, one pale brow slightly arched.

Rivienne says, "Clusters of scented plants are arranged near seating areas so that each breeze carries a different note, a subtle composition of layered aromas."

Rivienne explains, "Container plants make this art easier, allowing scents to be moved and rearranged as the season shifts, or as one note grows too dominant."

Rivienne notes, "Herbs, sharp, green, and grounding, are part of the design, tempering the sweetness of white blossoms and adding a crisp edge that keeps the garden's breath alive and balanced."

Rivienne thoughtfully states, "The shape of a night garden is defined first by its structure. Hedges, topiary, trees, and shrubs lend the garden a sense of age and permanence, the kind of maturity that makes a garden feel lived in."

Rivienne says, "Paths and patios frame how it is walked, while arbors and lattices rise to lift climbing plants into moonlight."

Lissaya surreptitiously glances at you.

Rivienne notes, "Movement is part of the design, the rustle of grasses bending in the breeze, the faint chime of wind bells, or the mirrored flicker of candlelight in a shallow basin of water. Every element is placed not just for beauty, but to invite pause."

Rivienne evenly says, "Lighting in a night garden is meant to guide, never to dazzle. A single lantern, or the low flicker of candles, can soften the edges of every shape, making faces glow, skin luminous, and eyes catch the light."

Rivienne continues, "The placement of light becomes an art in itself. Grazing light brushed against textured stone, uplighting that gives a tree subtle majesty, shadowing that turns a statue into a silhouette on the wall."

Rivienne states, "Moonlighting, hung high in the overstory of branches, mimics the pale dapple of a clear night. Especially when the sky is overcast. The trick is restraint. To light only what needs to be seen, and let darkness carry the rest."

Missoni smiles.

Rivienne says, "The plants of a night garden are chosen for the way they transform in the dark. Whites, silvers, and pale hues seem to hold the light, while blues and violets deepen into something luminous under the stars."

Wylnar nods approvingly.

Vanathys looks thoughtfully at Rivienne.

Rivienne removes a richly pleated eburnean moonflower from in her jet silk coat.

Rivienne says, "A hedge of yew or other dark foliage serves as a backdrop, making its pale blooms appear to glow. Night-blooming jasmine climbs arbors and trellises, releasing its heady perfume in intervals."

(Rivienne idly traces the moonflower's soft petals as she speaks, her words unhurried.)

Rivienne says, "Tuberose, the 'mistress of the night', sends up spires of fragrance while moonflowers unfurl in a sudden rush, their large, white petals open for only one night before they close forever."

(Rivienne unfurls her fingers into an open palm, splaying them briefly before closing them back into a soft fist.)

Rivienne says, "Silver leaves of lavender, lamb's ear, and white sage catch light like brushed metal, and add herbal notes and a dry spice to the melange."

Rivienne remarks, "You are likely all familiar with petunias, yet may not realize that their sweet vanilla-like fragrance is released almost exclusively at night."

Arbeia smiles.

Rivienne put a richly pleated eburnean moonflower in her jet silk coat.

Rivienne says, "Honeysuckle, too, softens into its full sweetness after dusk, weaving threads of scent through the cooler air."

Rivienne adds, "Evening primrose and night phlox, flowering tobacco and heliotrope, wisteria and nightshades, each one adding its own note to the symphony. The plants are planned to blossom in succession, so that each evening offers something new."

Rivienne continues, "A night garden lives not only through its plants but through the creatures it draws."

Rivienne removes a marbled green luna moth from in her jet silk coat.

Rivienne says, "Moths, pale-winged and restless, are guided by fragrance and the steady light of the moon. Other light sources confuse them, but in the darkness of a true night garden, they follow their ancient rhythms, pollinating far more widely than bees."

Ionlas glances at Gilenir.

Rivienne explains, "Every moth is bound to a plant, often a tree, that completes its life cycle. Without it, the moth cannot exist. This luna moth, for instance, begins and ends its life entwined with the persimmon tree. Its larvae feed on its leaves, and it took its first flight from its boughs. The tree and the moth are part of one anothers story."

Ionlas squints at Gilenir.

Eruien gazes at Rivienne.

(Rivienne tilts the moth slightly, tracing the arc of an eye spot with a hovering fingertip.)

Rivienne observes, "The markings on their wings are often quiet warnings, mimicking the unblinking eyes of snakes or the wide gaze of owls, reminders of what else moves in the night."

Gilenir nods sagely at Ionlas.

Ionlas folds his arms over his chest as he leans back in his chair.

Rivienne says, "Fireflies appear as living sparks, rising and falling, each species flashing in a pattern as unique as a signature."

(Rivienne slowly uncups her hands, revealing the steady blue glow of a ghost firefly.)

Arelder gazes in wonder at Rivienne.

Rivienne states, "This is a unique species of firefly, called a blue ghost. Unlike the golden flicker of common fireflies, their light is a steady, ethereal blue that can last for nearly a minute at a time. They do not flash in patterns but drift like will-o'-wisps through the dark, their glow constant and haunting."

Wylnar reclines back even further, propped up on his elbows now as he listens to the lecture.

(Rivienne remains unfazed as the firefly slips free of her cupped hands, its light weaving upward before it veers toward the faintly glowing arathiel at her throat.)

Rivienne explains, "In certain places, entire colonies of fireflies flash in perfect unison, as though a single pulse runs through them all. It is not a strict rhythm but a wave, like candlelight being passed from one to another, flowing through the dark. The more they gather, the more their lights align, until an entire swath of forest or meadow seems to breathe, inhaling light, exhaling shadow."

Rivienne remarks, "Which, in a way, is exactly what they do. When they draw breath, compounds within their bodies meet the air and ignite, glowing until they release it again."

(Rivienne cuts short the firefly's flirtation with the arathiel and slips it back into her coat.)

Rivienne put a tiny lucent blue ghost firefly in her jet silk coat.

Rivienne says, "Glowworms weave a faint steady glow along moss beds or damp crevices, while foxfire, which refers to more than a single species of bio-luminescent fungi, lines fallen branches or old logs."

Rivienne says, "These glows are subtle but they lend the garden a sense of being alive. The presence of these creatures is proof of balance, a sign that the garden is part of something greater."

Rivienne says, "Water brings both movement and reflection to a night garden. A still, dark-lined pool can mirror the stars, becoming a moongazing basin."

Rivienne says, "Fountains and spills of water soften noise from beyond garden walls and the drift of floating candles moves the light."

Rivienne says, "The sky, too, is part of the design. Openings in the canopy frame constellations, and telescopes invite guests to look upward. Even circular paths and garden features can be arranged to echo the passage of the moons. A nod to the idea, as above, so below."

(Rivienne moves her hand, using her fingertips to trace the line of an invisible circle in the air before her.)

Rivienne says, "The influence of the moons stirs both groundwater and growth, and the night garden, like the tides, responds to their phases."

Rivienne elaborates, "Their shifting cycles set the pace for planting, tending, and harvesting, especially for botanicals meant for magical or alchemical use."

Rivienne warns, "No planting is done on the day or night of the new moon, when energy is unsettled and the pull is at its lowest."

Rivienne says, "As the moon begins to wax, so do the plants, drawing in moisture and strength, marking the the time to sow seeds and encourage new growth."

Rivienne notes, "The full moon is a moment of culmination, its broad light drawing water to the surface of the soil, making it the ideal time for harvesting botanicals at their peak potency."

Rivienne says, "As the moon wanes, the garden enters a phase of release and preparation. Pruning, clearing, and readying for the next cycle."

Rivienne says, "Thank you for listening, for walking this garden path with me in thought and memory."

Wylnar sits up straight.

Wylnar applauds Rivienne.

Arbeia applauds politely.

Rivienne shares, "I believe every scent carries a story, and a night garden tells a new story with every nightfall."

Rivienne proudly states, "In Loenthra, some of us hold that the highest art is to become a muse unto others."

Speaking to Rivienne, Ionlas says, "I need one now."

Rivienne gently concludes, "If my words have stirred something in you, a wish to create or to see the ordinary differently, then my purpose here is complete."

Vanathys agrees with Ionlas.

Eruien applauds Rivienne.

You applaud Rivienne warmly.
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===Pruned, Twisted, and Bewitched: An Overview of Magically Altered Flora -- Professor [[Vanathys|Vanathys Ravistel]] Vaalor===
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Vanathys begins, "Good afternoon. I'm Vanathys Ravistel, Royal Botanist to Ta'Vaalor. Today, we will discuss an overview of magical plant alteration, touching briefly on a range of techniques, their theoretical bases, and ethical implications."

Ionlas gazes at Vanathys.

Arbeia turns an inquisitive ear toward Vanathys.

Vanathys glances at a rectangular slate board propped on an easel.

You gaze with interest at Vanathys.

Vanathys says, "A brief outline is available on the board."

>read board

In the Common language, it reads:

Pruned, Twisted, and Bewitched:
An Overview of Magically Altered Flora

I. Techniques
A. Symbiotic Grafting
B. Elemental or Spiritual Infusion
C. Rune-Grafting
D. Transpositional Binding
E. Emotional or Empathetic Imprinting
II. Inheritance
III. Ethics and Sentience

Vanathys points out, "This is meant to be more of a survey to establish a foundational knowledge rather than an exhaustive exploration of the topic."

Lissaya shifts her eyes to a rectangular slate board propped on an easel.

Vanathys folds his hands behind his back.

Ibar takes a moment to observe a rectangular slate board propped on an easel.

Vanathys says, "The first technique will be perhaps the most familiar to you, as it can also be done to lesser effect without magic--symbiotic grafting."

Eruien glances at Ionlas.

Vanathys explains, "Symbiotic grafting is favored by nature-attuned practitioners, druids, and the Greengair. It's considered the gentlest of techniques, as it involves binding compatible plants together using naturally aligned magical fields."

[Arboretum, Arboreal Gallery]
Verdant-curtained foliage drapes across the fallen arboreal forms scattered along the forest floor, the various trunks and elongated branches sculpted around the archways encircling the dome. Vibrantly colored toadstools encircle the moss-covered tables nestled into the soil, the clusters framed by branch-crafted easels and twine-hung yll'suta. Birdsong echoes throughout the area, the avians hidden amongst the canopy of greenery set high above. You also see a flying black portfolio, a vexed wasteland spirit that is flying around, a large vibrant harlequin macaw parrot, a yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake covered in star anises, a lazy wild deep red dog, a green-eyed ridge caracal, a rectangular slate board propped on an easel and a low oval planter sporting white and lavender hollyhocks.
Also here: Ibar who is sitting, Adjutant Yunni, Rivienne who is sitting, Tikba who is sitting, Loremaster Rohese who is sitting, Stassy, Feriae who is sitting, Lord Gilenir, Aubriella who is sitting, Fleurs who is sitting, Oirisu who is sitting, Bathcwyn Missoni who is sitting, Riend who is sitting, Miss Lissaya who is sitting, Arbeia who is sitting, Lord Eruien who is sitting, Lord Ionlas who is sitting, Vanathys
Obvious paths: out

Vanathys eloquently says, "Rather than forcing traits from one onto the other, it encourages mutual adaptation over time through shared root systems, entwined stems, or joined vascular systems."

Vanathys offhandedly notes, "I've found growth cycles and lunar or seasonal conditions can affect the success rate, though the exact conditions required vary by plant."

Vanathys suggests, "It's best to keep a detailed log of your attempts."

Vanathys shares, "Symbiotic grafting relies on the principle of life resonance or the idea that living organisms with compatible energetic rhythms can merge gradually without trauma."

Eruien squints at Vanathys.

Eruien whispers something to Ionlas.

You see Lord Eruien Lithavir the Living Canvas and Most Esteemed Representative of Ta'Loenthra.
He appears to be a Loenthra Elf.
He is tall and has a lithe body. He appears to be young and robust. He has subtly tilted, azure-flecked sea green eyes and unlined pale skin. He has long, silky ginger hair drawn into a loose half-braid by a loop of naefira-carved resaeun. He has a long, softly angled face, a straight nose and broad shoulders.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a translucent filament strung with a single drop of fused glass, a cropped sueded jacket dyed a rich larkspur blue hue, a deep-plunging charcoal brocade waistcoat cut short at the ribs over a sheer chiffon shirt veiled in floral embroidery across the chest, a finger-spanning coiled silver ring kissed with powdered amethyst, a pair of pearl grey twill trousers slit at the calves to reveal lace godets, and a pair of mirror-shined leather brogues with cutout vamps.

Rohese lowers her gaze.

Vanathys says, "Unlike sorcerous grafting, which we will discuss later, this process fosters balance and longevity, albeit the results can take time to manifest."

Gilenir nods in agreement.

Vanathys says, "This symbiotic grafting can be used to build disease or weather-resistant hybrids, share resources between plants with different root depths, and amplify the traits of hybrid plants through this harmony."

Yunni looks lost in thought.

Vanathys paces before the crowd as he gets more into the lecture, his hands talking with him.

Vanathys says, "An example of symbiotic grafting that is done with and without magic is apple and pear grafting. These fruit trees are closely aligned genetically, and as such, they have been successfully grafted onto shared rootstocks and harmonize quite well."

Vanathys says, "While symbiotic grafting is a slow process intended for long-term use, there are other methods that will return results quite quickly, albeit temporarily."

Rohese cocks her head at Vanathys.

Vanathys adds, "The first, and perhaps most common, is through elemental or spiritual infusion. This is most closely aligned to how the Farming Circles of magic work."

Vanathys asks, "Anyone here from an agricultural family?"

Speaking to Tikba, Vanathys says, "You will likely be familiar with some of this."

Vanathys nods at Rivienne.

Vanathys explains, "Those aligned with elemental or spiritual manas may induce temporary changes in plants by exposing them to controlled magical fields, typically in saturation."

Vanathys continues, "There are innumerable ways to do this, but in all cases, the magical energy must be gradually introduced in low doses to avoid a violent reaction from the plant's essence. After all, infusions rely on resonance harmonization with the plant's natural energy."

Vanathys holds up two fingers and slowly pinches them together until they are almost touching.

Vanathys says, "Slow and steady, as they say."

Vanathys evenly elaborates, "Individual practitioners will typically use a spell circle or a channeling apparatus aligned with their chosen element or spiritual frequency, alongside catalytic materials. Depending on the plant, the changes intended, and the plant's temperament, this can be a long and exhausting process, taking anywhere from minutes to hours."

Vanathys says, "In a larger farming setup, generally much of this becomes automated through the use of attuned crystals bound to the mana flows that give off a low, steady stream of energy to the plants."

(Rohese gives you a slight nod with a hopeful smile.)

Vanathys says, "The intended changes include accelerated growth, elemental or disease resistance, or sometimes even bioluminescence."

Vanathys says, "If you are into glowing plants, at least."

Vanathys notes, "This interaction does not restructure the plant's core essence, it is more of an overlay, so the effects are not enduring beyond the magical influence, and as such, not inheritable."

Vanathys continues, "Where symbiotic grafting and elemental or spiritual infusion are more flow magic, rune-grafting is a more rote form of flora manipulation."

Vanathys clears his throat.

Vanathys says, "Transitory in nature, this is most commonly completed on trees or shrubs, though it can be done on other types of plants if the surrounding soil is used or they have a taproot or some other larger structure to work on."

Vanathys adds, "Cacti are agreeable to this, for example."

Vanathys simply shares, "Though this is likely obvious, this method involves inscribing magical symbols or embedding enchanted runes into a plant's bark--or roots, or soil."

Vanathys emphatically says, "This can be used to great effect to enhance traits such as growth rate, environmental reactivity, or minor autonomous movement; essentially, you have turned the plant into a spellbook, so there are few limitations to what you can make it do, but it is far more specific and guided than in the prior, more naturally driven techniques."

Vanathys gives a sidelong glance at Oirisu.

Vanathys sheepishly admits, "The weeping willow at my estate once slapped anyone who lied nearby. Delightful at parties, really, though I can't say I enjoyed it when I was on the receiving end."

Oirisu appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Arbeia gawks at Vanathys.

Vanathys laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.

Missoni gazes in amusement at Vanathys.

Vanathys adds, "It was very, very sensitive to untruths."

Vanathys remarks, "But, eventually, and most fortunately, the bark grew over it."

Vanathys says, "This form of plant alteration must be constantly maintained, lest the plant outgrow them and the magic is lost."

Arbeia says, "Perhaps not use that on a cacti."

Arbeia says, "Being slapped by one would..."

Vanathys laughs!

Vanathys agrees with Arbeia.

Missoni glances over at Arbeia and winces.

Vanathys sweeps his gaze over the crowd, his demeanor becoming more serious.

Vanathys says, "The last two methods we'll discuss today are discussed purely in an intellectual capacity, as I do not suggest you ever use either of these techniques."

You glance at a rectangular slate board propped on an easel.

Missoni cocks her head.

Vanathys quietly inquires, "Have you ever seen a rose that grows from lichen and smells like grief?"

Vanathys grimly shares, "I have. Not by my hand, mind you, but it was a victim of transpositional binding."

Vanathys expounds, "Also known as sorcerous grafting, transpositional binding is an experimental method that utilizes minor planar rifts to graft traits between species or bind... external attributes."

Vanathys frowns.

Aubriella says, "That sounds dangerous."

Vanathys seriously warns, "The issue is that planar rifts do not ask permission. They do not ask for direction. They splice and scramble as they will. The results are... unpredictable and dangerous, albeit often memorable."

Rohese nods faintly.

Fleurs glances about with a look of concern on her face.

Vanathys says, "Transpositional binding typically results in spontaneous hybridization or unintended mutation. This is considered an extremely volatile practice."

Arbeia says, "Do not try this Missoni."

Rohese interestedly interjects, "I will actually be touching on that later."

Vanathys warningly adds, "It's also ethically questionable when involving unstable planes, which it often does."

Vanathys cautions, "Prolonged exposure to demonic valences may create hostile or predatory botanical forms. Most academic institutions severely restrict or completely ban this practice."

Arbeia quietly says, "A hostile cactus...."

Speaking to Arbeia, Missoni reassures, "I mostly only create planar rifts I can control."

Arbeia shudders.

Vanathys says, "On that serious note, the last method we'll discuss today seems most innocent and well-intentioned, perhaps particularly when juxtaposed with sorcerous grafting. However, it can be just as, if not at times more, controversial."

Vanathys warmly remarks, "Some botanists and other enthusiasts, usually those with soft hands and softer hearts, enjoy whispering, talking, singing, or praying to their plants."

Rohese softly giggles.

Vanathys evenly elaborates, "If intentionally driven by empathic projection or spiritual resonance, emotion can be imprinted into a plant. This is done through meditative or emotionally focused states to bond with the plant over prolonged and repeat periods of time."

Vanathys continues, "To condition the plant, the individual may then use a variety of techniques, including (but not limited to) aura synchronization, ritual verbalizations of stories or chanting, musical entrainment, or behavioral reinforcement."

Vanathys explains, "For example, a vine may learn to recoil from cruelty. A rose may be conditioned to bloom to music or laughter. It's gentler work."

Ionlas looks thoughtfully at Vanathys.

Vanathys grimly adds, "And sometimes, more dangerous."

Vanathys says, "You see, emotional or empathetic imprinting alters the plant's behavioral response matrix rather than its structure."

Vanathys paces slowly as he continues explaining.

Vanathys postulates, "This treads a fine line between adaptive behavior and... well, emergent cognition, straying precariously close to sentience and raising serious moral concerns."

Vanathys seriously reminds, "A flower that mourns when picked is not a success story."

Vanathys glances around the area.

Eruien nods slowly.

Lissaya shifts her weight.

Vanathys says, "On the note of altering structure and behaviors, let's briefly discuss inheritance."

Vanathys says, "Many ask, 'If I grow a luminous cabbage, will its seedlings grow?' The short answer is, no."

Vanathys chuckles.

Vanathys corrects, "Glow, even."

Vanathys amusedly adds, "The longer answer is still no, unless you are working ritualistically, repeatedly, and with enough time to convince the plant it was always that way."

Vanathys explains, "Generally speaking, a magical alteration is an overlay that exists atop the natural essence, not a genetic change."

Vanathys says, "Exceptions typically occur only with extensive, generational magical reinforcement."

Vanathys says, "Another exception is during major magical events. Think Maelshyve or Old Ta'Faendryl or Toullaire. Excessive exposure to high levels of magical energy will typically mutate any plants it does not kill, at an essential and genetic level, but this is not typically directed by an individual to obtain desired results."

Missoni adopts an agreeable expression.

Vanathys offhandedly theorizes, "The influx of energy at leylines could accelerate the acceptance of magical reinforcement, but this is still up for debate."

(Rohese perks up at the mention of leylines.)

Vanathys adds, "The inheritable effects of transpositional binding are still being studied by a highly regulated few, as the resulting plants are typically too unpredictable and dangerous to manage to breed."

Vanathys says, "...Minus the ones that repeatedly self-replicate at astonishing speed."

Vanathys says, "This brings us to the last topic--sentient flora and ethical concerns."

Vanathys jokes, "Let's be frank: If your azalea cries when you prune it, maybe don't."

Vanathys says, "Sentience in plants is rare, but not unheard of, particularly around high-energy regions near spiritual or elemental nexuses."

Missoni gazes in amusement at Vanathys.

Vanathys says, "Recognizable signs of sentience include reactive movement, vocalization, response to pain or praise, and memory-like behavior."

Vanathys jokingly says, "It may even scream at you or ask for a hug."

Vanathys glances at a yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake covered in star anises.

Vanathys emphasizes, "Ethically, the line is drawn at response to harm. A vine that recoils, whimpers, or heals itself is not merely alive--it's aware."

Vanathys pointedly repeats, "It's aware."

Vanathys instructs, "At this point, avoid forcing magical compliance--or what we often call sympathetic dominance. You should be treating cognitively responsive flora as living subjects with autonomy and potential rights."

Vanathys says, "That being said, I've provided the standard definitions for sentience as generally accepted in the botanical studies community. There are ethical debates even about that."

Vanathys gently notes, "Some believe all plants have a spirit or a soul, and as such, all could be considered sentient--essentially, not reacting as we expect to stimuli does not mean they are not having a response we cannot see or feel or hear. These people are generally opposed to magical alteration."

Vanathys carefully reminds, "In cultures where flora play religious or ancestral roles, this form of magic may be considered a sacrilege. As such, always consult local custom and spiritual doctrine before experimenting."

Vanathys warningly points out, "Finally, introducing awareness--whether you mean to or not--carries a moral responsibility."

Arbeia nods knowingly.

Lissaya wrinkles her nose.

Vanathys delicately reflects, "Is a flower that blooms only for praise truly bettered, or is it imprisoned by need?"

Vanathys raises an eyebrow.

Vanathys glances around the area.

Vanathys sincerely counsels, "Magical manipulation of plant life represents a delicate intersection of arcane methodology and natural order. It requires respect, restraint, and rigorous ethical consideration at all times."

Vanathys concludes, "Our role is not to dominate, but to collaborate with nature with both responsibility and humility."

Vanathys appreciatively says, "Thank you for your attention. I will now open the floor for questions."

Arbeia says, "What are your personal thoughts on...."

Arbeia asks, "The magical... root vegetables?"

Vanathys glances at a yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake covered in star anises.

Arbeia says, "Those odd little...singing ones."

Arbeia says, "No no."

Arbeia says, "Not the mandrakes."

Arbeia says, "The...potato."

Fleurs pets a budding sentient potato wearing a plush brown teddy bear costume.

Lissaya wrinkles her nose in distaste.

Vanathys says, "Oh, the potatoes..."

Arbeia nods at Vanathys.

Vanathys says, "I honestly have not studied them. I expect they are some form of transpositional binding that managed not to kill someone."

Vanathys says, "But, it is only an educated guess."

Vanathys asks, "Any other questions?"

Fleurs raises her hand.

Rohese raises her hand.

Fleurs asks, "Is the volatility of the plants in the Confluence due to the magical energy you speak of?"

Fleurs says, "Some of them can... explode... if mishandled."

Vanathys nods.

Fleurs nods understandingly.

Vanathys says, "Excessive exposure to high-levels of energy does multiple things to plants... If they are resilient enough not to expire, it tends to mutate them in violent ways."

Vanathys says, "They are more volatile, more resistant to damage or poor conditions..."

Vanathys says, "Exploding, poison, burning, rash-causing irritants... all more common."

Vanathys nods.

Arbeia shudders.

Vanathys says, "Particularly when, as mentioned with the elemental and spiritual infusion, it's not done slowly."

Yunni quietly murmurs, "Exploding?"

Vanathys says, "Saturation is possible but it needs to be gradual to avoid the reaction."

Fleurs says, "Oh, things shift in there all the time."

Fleurs nods in agreement.

Rohese wrinkles her nose.

Arbeia quietly says, "Exploding cacti..."

Speaking to Rohese, Vanathys asks, "Did you have a question?"

Speaking to Arbeia, Fleurs says, "Almost."

Rohese softly exclaims, "I do!"

Speaking softly to Vanathys, Rohese asks, "In the case of a grafting experiment that someone else is undertaking - where it is likely to take quite some time to complete - is it possible for another to take it over in their absence or would you recommend leaving that project to fend for itself - for want of a better term?"

Ibar whispers aloud, "As if i dont have to worry about exploding enough."

Speaking to Rohese, Vanathys says, "That's complicated and depends on your philosophical thought about the nature of plants on a more spiritual level."

Speaking quietly to Rohese, Feriae admits, "I've been watering it a bit when doing the rounds."

Arbeia fiddles with her mesquite case before lifting the latch and flipping the cover open.

Arbeia removes a diminutive camel-shaped topiary from in her mesquite case.

Speaking gratefully to Feriae, Rohese says, "Thank you."

Arbeia removes a pair of silver pruning shears from in her mesquite case.

Speaking to Rohese, Vanathys says, "I would say it's entirely possible, without issue, if you know what you are doing. However, there are many that think it would require some sort of spiritual bond with it, after it has been altered by another."

Arbeia prunes her topiary.

Arbeia smiles.

Speaking to Rohese, Vanathys says, "Also possible to take over, I would think, but you may need to do so more slowly, gently, and intentionally."

Rohese softly says, "I am inclined to tend it out of affection as it was - is - my husband's work."

Rohese softly says, "So with care then."

Speaking to Rohese, Vanathys says, "I would say that if the latter is true, then, that you are already a step ahead in the bond."

Fleurs says, "Watering seems quite gentle."

Vanathys asks, "Any other questions?"

Missoni raises her hand.

Eruien raises his hand.

Speaking appreciatively to Vanathys, Rohese says, "Thank you, I shall endeavour to live up to his intentions."

Speaking to Eruien, Vanathys says, "No."

Speaking to Missoni, Vanathys asks, "Yes, Missoni?"

Missoni gazes in amusement at Eruien.

Eruien laughs!

Oirisu surreptitiously glances at Eruien.

Missoni says, "You have mentioned that magical manipulation often has volatile effects, such as creating more poisonous specimens."

Speaking to Missoni, Vanathys says, "If done improperly, yes."

Oirisu whispers something to Eruien.

Speaking to Vanathys, Missoni asks, "Has such manipulation been used to make poisonous plants perhaps...safer?"

Speaking to Missoni, Vanathys says, "It absolutely has and can be done. Symbiotic grafting is a good way to handle it, but so is spiritual infusion."

Speaking to Missoni, you ask, "Would that be in pursuit of uncovering useful qualities that may be guarded beyond a perilous gate?"

Vanathys says, "It may be difficult to find a compatible symbiotic graft, but if you can find one that has natural properties that resist poison, it could be technically used to dampen rather than amplify the poisonous effects of the hybrid."

Speaking to you, Missoni says, "Yes, or even to address concerns in an ecosystem. If a monarch could eat something besides milkweed, perhaps such populations could be bolstered."

Vanathys says, "Otherwise, I would say you could use spiritual infusion to dampen them, but keep in mind that once the fruit or leaf or other structure is severed from the plant, it would likely lose that dampening effect."

Speaking to Missoni, Vanathys says, "However, it would work in that context."

Missoni nods thoughtfully at Vanathys.

You nod understandingly.

Aubriella says, "There are some berries and plants that naturally remove poison."

Speaking to Vanathys, Missoni asks, "That is quite fascinating. So once you plucked the berry from the magically altered plant, it would become poisonous again?"

Missoni says, "I suppose that does makes sense. The influence of the rune or other means of manipulation is gone."

Missoni leans forward and rests her chin in her hand, a thoughtful expression on her face.

Speaking to Missoni, Vanathys says, "It could. Though, there's a possibility if you start a continuous infusion from seeding, perhaps it would never formulate the poisonous aspects."

Missoni nods slowly.

Vanathys says, "I've never tried."

Vanathys says, "I probably will now."

Vanathys laughs!

Aubriella begins chuckling at Vanathys!

Speaking to Vanathys, Missoni exclaims, "I hope you will let us know how it goes!"

Vanathys says, "In truth, most of my work for Ta'Vaalor goes into building resistances for crop yields."

Speaking to Vanathys, Fleurs says, "It was nice knowing you."

Riend slowly empties her lungs.

Vanathys asks, "Any other questions, other than from Lord Lithavir?"

Arbeia begins chuckling at Vanathys!

Eruien says, "It was only mildly sarcastic."

Arbeia says, "Mildly."

Speaking softly to Eruien, Rohese commends, "Mildly is an improvement."

Vanathys says, "Excellent. If there are no other questions, I'll conclude so we have time to rest our brains before Rohese's upcoming lecture."
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===Verdant Symbiosis: Communion, Ritual and Reverence -- Lady Rohese Bayvel===
<pre{{log2}}>Rohese softly says, "Well, I've finished my tea so I don't have an excuse now."

Arbeia smiles at Rohese.

Rohese glances around the area.

Rohese softly greets, "Good afternoon, everyone!"

Yunni beams happily at Rohese!

Rohese folds her hands.

Rohese softly says, "In yesterday's lecture, we briefly explored how the sentience and survival of trees is interwoven with the lives of the smaller, often-overlooked flora and fauna that dwell in their leafy shade and furrowed bark."

Rohese softly says, "It would be remiss to speak of symbiosis and sentience within our forests without reflecting on our place in it..."

Rohese wrinkles her nose.

Rohese softly continues, "...how we also participate in the verdant orchestra of Elanthia."

Rohese softly remarks, "We are not merely observers of the wild, nor masters over it; we are collaborators, interpreters, and sometimes even supplicants."

Tikba looks thoughtfully at Rohese.

Rohese softly says, "Across Elanith, we have long cultivated bonds with the natural world; not only through stewardship, but through communion, ritual, and reverence."

Rohese softly says, "And it is this latter part that I wish to cover today."

Rohese brightly says, "Let us start close to home."

Rohese softly says, "Among the elves of Ta'Illistim, our relationship with trees is one of careful observation and scholarly deference."

Rohese softly informs, "We tend to view the world as a great library and trees are some of the books whereby we may read and see the traits attributed to the Arkati: their supposed power, wisdom, goodness, and malevolence."

Rohese softly adds, "For as trees are books, so likewise in the same sense they have a voice and speak plainly to us and teach us if we are willing to listen."

Rohese softly elaborates, "During our Udienaeun, we consult the language of leaf, bark and branch as we might consult a library, for trees have long memories, and their patterns of growth and flowering can reveal more than soil or season."

Rohese softly says, "Some among the Loremasters - particularly the palaeoreaders - practice dendromancy, the art of divination by the reading of bark fissures that are said to predict cycles of unrest or renewal."

Rohese softly says, "The glowbark tree in the Veythorne Manor grounds, beloved to me and woven deeply into my own work, has become both muse and oracle."

Rohese reaches out with a complex gesture and activates the panel of her agara-fae wristlet. Silvery white will-o'-wisps suddenly appear and dance in the air before coalescing and shifting into a majestic glowbark tree illusion.

Rohese purses her mouth, pondering a majestic glowbark tree illusion. The expression on her face speaks volumes.

Rohese softly says, "Its luminous canopy pulses brighter during times of emotional or magical turbulence, leading some to believe it responds to more than just moonlight."

Rohese softly says, "In Ta'Nalfein, the elves there, who are more attuned to cultivation and refinement, have preserved a courtly tradition of floromancy, using the arrangement, colour, and bloom-time of flowers for both communication and prediction."

Gilenir nods once.

Rohese softly says, "A blossom out of season is viewed as a subtle portent, while the emergence of a second bloom on a fading vine may be taken as a sign of renewal or resurgence."

Vanathys gives a sidelong glance at Oirisu.

Rohese smiles at Oirisu.

Speaking softly to Oirisu, Rohese says, "Perhaps you might share more on that some time."

Vanathys smiles quietly to himself.

Rohese softly says, "Nalfein terraced gardens are planted not just for aesthetic or alchemical use, but with patterns intended to resonate with prophetic dreams."

Oirisu nods briefly at Rohese.

Rohese softly says, "Their diviners often sleep in glass arboreta to receive such visions more clearly, surrounded by carefully curated flora."

Rohese softly says, "And it comes as no surprise that flora figures significantly in their Black Rose Decks."

Rohese removes a vine-edged hunter green deck painted with a black rose from in her linden case.

Ionlas murmurs, "Interesting."

Pulling the first card of the deck, Rohese slowly turns it over and presents it for all to see. The decorative placard has a tangled vine border sporting black tea roses, while the center colorfully displays the image of a pale dark yellow daffodil crown upon a long green stalk. After a brief moment, she carefully adds it to the bottom of her deck.

Rohese smiles.

Stassy says, "That sounds amazing."

Pulling the first card of the deck, Rohese slowly turns it over and presents it for all to see. The decorative placard has a tangled vine border sporting black tea roses, while the center colorfully displays the image of a delicate violet surrounded by wide leaves. After a brief moment, she carefully adds it to the bottom of her deck.

Rohese put a vine-edged hunter green deck painted with a black rose in her linden case.

Rohese softly says, "In contrast, the Ardenai elves of the Darkling Wood preserve a raw, ancient form of plant symbiosis, often centred around the deep groves of their homeland, as well as their more widely known custom of floral symbolism."

Rohese surreptitiously glances at Yunni.

Rohese softly says, "To them, all things speak, given the correct stillness to listen."

Rohese softly points out, "As well as Wind-sight - the simple release of natural debris and subsequent interpretation of its fall - they also practice rhyllomancy, an oral tradition of interpreting the creaks, groans, and leaf-fall of ancient trees."

Ibar surreptitiously glances at Yunni.

Rohese snaps out her hand with a complex gesture. An ethereal illusion of a sun-dappled forest glade appears above the palm of her hand, wavers briefly, and vanishes.

Rohese softly says, "Certain practitioners are known to sit unmoving beneath the same tree for days, awaiting the forest's reply to questions unspoken."

Rohese softly repeats, "Days!"

Rohese softly says, "Sylvans embody a more intuitive communion."

Rohese softly says, "Their seers listen to the rustle of wind through leaves or the cadence of falling pinecones."

Rohese softly says, "Some practice aeromancy by interpreting the spiral of windblown petals or the song of migratory birds overhead."

Rohese softly says, "I have been privileged to witness them drawing fate-lines in the dew of morning leaves and reading droplets like the starstones of the Burghal Gnomes spread upon a table."

Rohese softly says, "And we must not forget the Forest Gnomes, whose bond with the wild is as practical as it is magical."

Rohese softly continues, "They turn to lichenomancy or the "ohoc nuu," divining outcomes by the shape and spread of lichen on stones and fallen logs."

Rohese softly says, "The Inyexat, on the other hand, have perfected myco- and sporemancy, interpreting the growth patterns of fungi clusters or the colour of mycelial threads in the soil."

Rivienne smiles.

Rohese softly says, "It is said that some gnomes divine safe routes through the forest not with map or compass, but by watching how certain mosses curl when touched at dawn."

Rohese interestedly says, "Their bond with insects too is woven into their augury: a swarm's movement across a stump, or a single beetle pausing atop a seed, may mean more to a gnome than a hundred words."

Rohese wrinkles her nose.

Rohese softly says, "Together, these traditions form a kind of collective wisdom, diverse in method, united in intent."

Rohese softly says, "They remind us that nature is not passive matter, but a partner."

You nod slowly.

Rohese softly says, "It offers signs, patterns, and omens for those with the patience to perceive them."

Rohese softly says, "To read a tree's leaf is not so different from reading a rune."

Rohese smiles quietly to herself.

Rohese softly says, "To sit in close proximity to a Mother Tree in silence is to place one's trust in the world's older rhythms."

Rohese softly says, "Beyond their role in divination, the plants of Elanthia also offer us gifts more immediate and tangible..."

Rohese softly says, "...their virtues of healing, restoration, and gentle remedy."

Rohese softly says, "Long before empaths mastered the binding of flesh or bones, the forest offered poultices, tinctures, and infusions to soothe both the body, mind, and spirit."

Rohese softly says, "Though spell casting may offer swift cures, many still turn to herbal alchemy for its subtle touch and natural rhythm."

Rohese softly notes, "Basal moss, for example, grows on the bark of deciduous trees and can repair minor bruising, cuts and scrapes to the eyes and torso."

Missoni smiles.

Rohese softly says, "And red lichen, a symbiotic combination of algae and fungus, is often found crawling along the bark of fir trees."

Rohese softly informs, "When brewed as an infusion, it is a good cure for minor nerve damage."

Rohese softly says, "Magic breathes through stone, metal ore, and plant alike and our relationship to the natural world is never neutral."

Rohese softly says, "We are guests, yes, but also kin."

Rohese softly opines, "The trees may outlive us, but they remember our kindness or our neglect."

Rohese nods faintly.

Rohese reluctantly admits, "Though it is in my nature to dwell on harmony, beauty, and connection, I must turn now, however briefly, to the shadows that gather when such kinship is forgotten."

Arbeia raises an eyebrow in Rohese's direction.

You cock your head.

Rohese softly says, "Some ancient forests still bear the scars of war or over-zealous timber production."

Rohese softly laments, "The once-thriving groves beyond Talador's borders were reduced to nothing - not by axe, but by unchecked ambition and reckless magic."

Tikba nods somberly at Rohese.

Yunni winces.

Rohese sadly remarks, "I have wandered their ashen grey mounds, and I did not hear birdsong."

Arbeia reaches out and touches her silver locket.

Rohese tightly says, "There are also some that seek to twist nature by cross-breeding plants and other materials via mundane methods or chaotic magical tempering."

Rohese softly reminds, "Lord Ravistel touched on this earlier in his fascinating lecture."

(Rohese nods in acknowledgement to Vanathys.)

Aubriella glances at Vanathys.

Rohese disgustedly says, "Mutated weeping willows and thew bark trees, like the monstrosities in Goblyn's so-called garden, do not belong in this world."

Vanathys nods at Rohese.

Rohese softly says, "There are also those who walk blindly or boldly across hallowed ground."

Rohese snaps out her hand with a complex gesture. A stately lasimor tree illusion appears above the palm of her hand, wavers briefly, and vanishes.

Rohese thoughtfully says, "How many give thought to the rare and towering lasimor - with its deep and spiritual resonance - as they head through the forest to the Mistwatch shore."

Rohese softly points out, "The tree is a living embodiment of sacred geometry."

Rohese softly elaborates, "Its trunk, formed from the entwining of at least three distinct saplings, reflects the principle of unity through multiplicity; a triadic form resonant with Elanthia's most ancient magical symbology."

Rohese softly says, "The intertwining pattern of its growth and the spiral alignment of its bark is believed to align with ley energy."

Vanathys nods slightly.

Rohese softly discloses, "The largest recorded lasimor, formed from seven interwoven trunks, is considered to be a sacred expression of the septenary; symbolizing wholeness, harmony, and elven superiority."

Eruien looks thoughtfully at Rohese.

Rohese softly reminds, "There were originally seven Elven Houses."

Rohese softly notes, "And seven colossal modwir trees in Yuriqen."

Rohese softly says, "But not all harm is wrought from malice."

Rohese smiles.

Rohese softly says, "More often, it is the footfall that does not pause to listen, the flame lit for convenience without thought for what lies nearby."

Rohese softly assures, "Yet, in naming these things, I do not seek to scold but to remind."

Rohese softly says, "For if we are capable of harming, we are equally capable of healing."

Rohese warmly recalls, "Just ask the Greengair Gnomes of the Yasrenila Compound in Ta'Vaalor."

Rohese softly says, "So let us choose reverence, and in so doing, become part of the same sacred pattern that threads through lichen, moss, flower, insect, and root."

Rohese softly concludes, "May we listen. May we learn. And may we always return to leaf shade with humility."

Rohese clasps her hands in a reverent gesture.

Rohese softly murmurs, "Thank you."

Missoni applauds Rohese warmly.

Gilenir applauds Rohese warmly.

Rohese nods appreciatively.

Rivienne applauds.

Rohese relievedly says, "And now I need more tea."

Rohese lets out a sigh of relief.

Speaking excitedly to Rohese, Gilenir exclaims, "That was wonderful, thank you!"

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===Lost Arts: Healing Secrets of Ardenai Folklore -- Lady Elaejia Silithyr===
<pre{{log2}}>You see Lady Elaejia Silithyr Loenthra the Benefactress.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is perfectly postured and has a muscled, but soft physique. She appears to be of indeterminate age. She has subtly tilted cobalt-violet eyes and waxen-looking, pale skin. She has very long, silky caramel-brushed blonde hair woven in a labyrinthine spiral braid, the length faintly illuminated by a series of viridian arathiel rings. She has a pair of horn-rimmed eyeglasses perched upon her nose and a noticeably drawn face. Faint shadows haunt the hollows of her eyes. She has a thin-boned, gracefully angular countenance, tapering to a softly pointed chin.
She has a band of silver-inked sigils on her wrist.
Umbral darkness writhes from her fingertips, a stain on her skin that seeps down from her knuckles and drifts languidly into the air from the ends of her pointed nails.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a braided golvern necklace suspending a starburst of bronze-rayed emerald, a shoulder-caught hunter green wool cape, a ring-bound trio of sepia leather straps over a garnet maedatha blouse, a slim band of vaalin-cradled aragless glinting from the left ring finger, some long-cut wool trousers dyed in dark tones, and some sepia leather boots fitted with gilt toe-caps.

You lightly say, "I don't believe I shall wait the customary few moments, it seems most of our attendees have made their way back already."

Teveriel unfolds his chair and carefully places the chair on the ground.

Settling himself onto an arboreal lasimor armchair sculptured from tangled branches, Teveriel leans back, cradled beneath a lifelike canopy of carved leaves.

You take a deep breath.

You evenly introduce, "Good afternoon scholars. For those who do not know me, I am Elaejia Silithyr Loenthra. Among other things, I have been researching the intersection between botany, mana foci, and ancient wisdom for the past four years."

You fold your hands behind your back, waiting patiently.

You continue, "I have previously had the honor of presenting some of my findings, such as those from the Broken Lands, and those from the folklore of Ta'Nalfein. Since then, I have continued my investigations and lately turned my attention most recently into folk remedies."

You say, "As we all know, botanical remedies are daily shown to be imbued with remarkable power to heal the body of even the most profound physical trauma. One need only show some patience, and most injuries can be healed completely with a combination of well-understood and readily available herbs."

You nod appreciatively at Rohese.

You affectedly say, "However, there remain other afflictions--" she pauses for three heartbeats, then resumes stiffly, "Other afflictions that defy our understanding. Limbs that refuse to regrow, eyes that remain clouded, exhaustion that resists all recuperation, even spirits sapped by some implacable force."

You close your eyes for a moment.

You say, "It is in this area that I have lately focused my efforts in looking for forgotten understandings hidden in folklore, and having made some strides, I will share my initial findings today. It is my hope that the seeds of inspiration for further research will quicken in others' hands, hastening any discoveries that await."

Missoni furrows her brow.

Rohese looks at you with concern.

You tilt your head up.

You say, "I have broken my notes on Ta'Ardenai's remedies into three parts. First order insights, those which are easily discerned from common tales and knowledge, point to flora useful in many applications. This knowledge tends to be presented straightforwardly, uncomplicatedly--"

You gently brush your caramel-brushed blonde hair away from your eyes and, with a deft twist of your wrist, tuck it back into its bindings.

You rattle off, "Thilban, a variety of thistle long admired by herbwives for its resiliency, is beneficial to the stomach and liver. Acipha bark, useful for minor aches and pains. Pixiebell berries, a mild soporific."

You continue, "Imiren toadstools, which feature heavily in fairy-ring tales, and thuja, indispensible to the druidic ceremonies of the northern Ardenai. Toxic larkspur, mentioned in a well-known Ardenai legend of Zelia dancing upon a hillside, is known to brighten the spirits in tiny doses."

You smile at Yunni.

You say, "For second order insights, we must be more discerning. These are sometimes mentioned in some tales alongside other obfuscating factors, clouding their uses but still leading one to look closer at possibilities. Or they may be called by unfamiliar names, or even warned away from as poisonous. Some examples include red wormwood, chaga fungus, roseroot and witchwood."

>l on work
On the haon-framed worktable:
Misc [3]: a twine-bound laboratory notebook, a sheaf of hastily scribbled notes, a haphazard array of half-filled vials and jars
Total items: 3

You reach out and touch a haphazard array of half-filled vials and jars on a haon-framed worktable.

Rohese nods slowly.

You briskly expound, "Therefore, modern herbalists have already deduced many of their uses which range from red wormwood expelling parasites, to chaga tea reducing swelling, to roseroot - a distinct plant unrelated to roses - combating fatigue and improving endurance," she appears ready to move on, but a distracted look crosses her features and she adds with a shake of her head, "...And witchwood berries -- quite toxic, but with proper preparation can be used medicinally."

Missoni gazes thoughtfully at a haphazard array of half-filled vials and jars on a haon-framed worktable.

Riend settles her gaze on you, watching you intently.

You bite your lip.

You nod.

You say, "Additional forms of second order insights found in some tales include particular modes of preparation or admixture, such as those highlighting the potency differences between tisanes and potions."

You note, "Look for examples there to the remedies common to Pinefar."

You say, "So, the method of gleaning clues thus established, it is onward to seek third order insights that we head, to those that lie hidden in seemingly irrelevant asides and digressions, or those that lead the mind in wholly new directions."

You remove a smooth ebon leather portfolio edged in copper from in your glossy leather satchel.

You carefully remove your white transcript from one of the sleeves in your leather portfolio.

You put an oversized white transcript on a haon-framed worktable.

You put a smooth ebon leather portfolio edged in copper in your glossy leather satchel.

Gilenir looks thoughtfully at you.

You inform, "The farthest reaches of Ta'Ardenai present the very earliest known beginnings of civilization on Elanith. It is an area of the world called first home by other cultures as well - some Kindred clans, Truefolk tribes, and others - and the interplay between them has not always been peaceful. Fraught history has resulted in folklore from diverse perspectives combining and changing in complex ways, making the distillation of knowledge into useful connections challenging."

>read trans

In the Common language, it reads:

The Wayfaring Tree

Think on the days of your grandsire's long-gone beginnings,
And on the time when his grandsire hunted the forest.
Autumn had come, and the leaves had begun their withering;
There rose a hunter named Maelen, keen-eyed and steady.
He would impress the new court at the Winter Crossing Springs,
Bringing them pelts of the finest and silkiest feeling.

Words of his grandsire still echoed beneath his memory:
"Though you may wander and never find road or return-way,
If you have brought your luck the Wayfaring tree will guide you,
Look for its silver-backed leaves, and be found in its shadow."
Hand to his pocket he reached and he touched the small token,
Felt the soft weight of his luck, and stepped into the forest.

Dralys'Vaen welcomed him, old with its breath full of secrets.
Three leagues he traveled the first night, through hush and twilight,
Set down a snare, then lay under the low-hanging cedar,
Closed his eyes slowly and drifted to deepening slumber.
Dreams came to Maelen: a hand on his shoulder with power,
Guiding him onward or warning of what lay before him.

Morning had broken - a hare in his snare lay waiting.
Still he walked deeper, his hunger not yet diminished.
Six leagues he strode on the second day into the shadow.
Found him a rowan with skirts drooping low over mosses,
There set a snare, and soon slept in darkling silence.

Voices whispered in his dreams, though their meanings eluded.
Morning had come, and a fat little polecat was captured
Still he pressed onward, the call of the hunt still upon him.
Nine leagues behind him, the third dusk closed in with silence.
Juniper trees rose around him, with branches like curtain,
Blue-grey and heavy; he slept in their fragrant enclosure.

This time he dreamt of a flame, barely burning but holding,
Fending off fingers of frost reaching in from the blackness.
Woke he at dawn, and his snare was in tatters and ruined;
All of the needles had dropped from the juniper's branches.
Fear now gripped him fast. He turned, but could find no direction.

Chill in the air, and a dampness that sank in his sinews,
And too his strength now was fading. Eyes closed, he touched his small token.
"Luck," he cried out, "bring me home through the forest unending!
Guide me once more to the tree with its silver-leaf branches -
Wayfaring Tree, may your blessing yet shine on my footsteps!"

Then, from the juniper rose a bird clothed in color
Feathers like feylight and skyfire in endless commotion.
Maelen gave chase, for he knew it was drawn from his fortune,
Led through the wood, to the tree with the silver-backed foliage,
Crimson its berries and rooted in ancient remembrance.
There at its base lay the trail that he knew from his youth.
Quickly he followed it, rushing back through the dark wood.

Nine leagues he walked to return to the rowan's enclosure.
There heard he whispers, now clear in the voice of the forest:
"Free now the polecat you slew for your pride and ambition."
He set it loose, and it blinked and then darted to shadow.
Coldness withdrew, like a mist burned away by the morning.

Back to the Wayfaring Tree did he run without resting.
Three leagues he walked and arrived at the cedar of dreaming.
Now felt the hand on his shoulder again, gently urging:
"Free now the hare that you smothered, and walk without burden."
He set it down, and it waked, fleeing to the hush of the forest.
All of the cold that had clung to his body was lifted.

Back to the silver'd tree one last time, lighting the path home;
Three final leagues, and there! His house in the distance,
He had no trophies nor prize in his hand for the nobles -
Only his luck, and the memory pressed hard in his soul.

You say, "One such legendary connection is to a large shrub known as a Wayfaring Tree, known less poetically as viburnum. Some more prosaic tales of the Wayfaring Tree say it leads one to treasure, or to the heart's desire. Still other superstitions say they lead departed spirits from Geldliran onward to their destination."

Elaejia smiles slightly.

You aver, "This legend," she pauses with a glance toward the transcript, "Hails from the Ardenai who call the area around the Vernal Court their home, where the Darkling Wood meets the steppe. With the Darkling Wood forming one border and the frozen wastes another, the unforgiving landscape inspires thoughts of darkness, fear, and ill-omen in many of its tales."

Rohese leans forward.

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at an oversized white transcript on a haon-framed worktable.

You say, "It does make mention of several common tree species, though we currently know of few medicinal properties of note. However, these trees - cedar, rowan, juniper - they have long-held associations that are indeed featured here. The towering cedar embodies strength, the rowan guards ancient mysteries, and the juniper is a powerful symbol of protection."

You fold your hands behind your back, waiting patiently.

You interestedly say, "Additionally, I draw your attention to to notion that the Wayfaring Tree apparently leads the hunter either backward through time, or else has the power to restore life to his catch. For its toll, it strips him of all his prizes, and when he returns home, he is left largely as he began, though perhaps a little wiser," she pauses with a long look around at those gathered. "A powerful ability indeed to find oneself at the mercy of."

Yunni nods slowly.

You say, "Let us take another moment to consider the themes present: Ambition and pride. Dreams and talismans. Protective nature versus malevolent spirits. The warping of time. Sacrifice and rebirth. Circularity - traveling far but ending up where you started."

(Elaejia taps a pointed fingernail on the desk after each listed item.)

You lecture, "Of the mentions I found, I believe this titular tale speaks to a unique connection and indeed opportunity in the Darkling Wood. A place where the flora may well occasionally be empowered to truly embody the associations they still carry to this day."

You say, "It may not be through some concrete link from a specific flower or tree noted in a certain tale, but simply an openness to the ideas and links that underlie these stories. That these oldest places still maintain that connection to the numinous that the ancients observed, and through our connection to those places, we may yet still grasp the link."

You animatedly say, "All these powerful forces captured in one simple tale. They speak to something more at play - in this place," she stops, apparently gathering her thoughts for a moment, "We heard from Lady Bayvel about the interconnectedness of all things, and from Lady Mandaire yesterday on the importance of the timing and mode of harvesting when gathering ingredients for alchemical preparation."

You remind, "We also know that place has a known impact on the power and usefulness of remedies we gather even today for modern alchemists. It seems evident to me that a place with such a deep and powerful connection to us, one with primal powers we left behind in stories and legends amid our rush to expansion and conquest, should still remember and see us with the same clement regard as the Wayfaring Tree."

You forcefully say, "All legends start somewhere and though the passage of time might obscure their beginnings, I am confident that scholarship and experimentation can uncover and tap into the wisdom of the ancients."

You slowly and deliberately empty your filled lungs.

You incline your head.

You politely say, "I thank you for your kind attention."

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===Botanical Forms and Geometry in Glasswork -- Bathcwyn Missoni Sabretache Faendryl===
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===The Solitude Bee - Variations Along the Eastern Seaboard -- Feriae Enfiel and Miss Aubrige===
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==Summary==
In 5125, [[Ta'Illistim]] hosted a Botanical Symposium, following the success of the [[2022-12-04_Botanical_Research_Presentation_(log)|Botanical Research Presentation]] in 5122 which led to the expansion of the Ta'Illistim [[Royal Arboretum]]. Led by Lady [[Rohese]], in coordination with Lord [[Gilenir Veythorne]], [[Ionlas Chesylrae]], and [[Vanathys|Vanathys Ravistel]], several leading researchers presented their latest findings for discussion.

==Logs==
===Lord [[Gilenir Veythorne]] Unveils the Arboretum Expansion===
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[Royal Arboretum, Walkway]
The column-framed walkway leads up to the arched duo of doors, the faenor-framed dome inset in honeycomb-like panels of glass. Ivy-draped partitions of blonde oak are angled between groupings of natural wicker chairs, the floral-framed portraits interspersed between slender moss-draped shelves. Framing either side of the entrance are a duo of silver-veined marble pedestals, each angular base encircled by a profusion of verdant foliage climbing upwards across the base. You also see a hulking melanistic grey wolf, a large vibrant harlequin macaw parrot, a glinting stygian scarab beetle, a yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake with a wild mane of cobalt briar hair, a lazy wild deep red dog, a black-eyed purplish grey haon mandrake, a ruby-crested greater bearded vulture that is flying around, a green-eyed ridge caracal and a brass-floriated sign of pavonated vellum.
Also here: Stassy who is sitting, Celothor, Fleurs who is sitting, Emissary Thrassus, Lord Gilenir, Aubriella who is sitting, Miss Lissaya who is sitting, Bathcwyn Missoni who is sitting, Lucraine who is sitting, Loremaster Rohese, Vanathys who is sitting, Rivienne, Botanical Researcher Feriae, Lord Eruien who is sitting, Lord Teveriel, Lord Ionlas who is sitting, Arelder who is sitting, Arbeia who is sitting
Obvious paths: south

Gilenir formally announces, "Welcome, citizens and visitors of the Shining City, to our inaugural Botanical Symposium."

Arbeia smiles at Gilenir.

Rohese beams, her eyes filled with delight!

Gilenir fidgets ever so slightly as he shifts his weight, nervously smiling across the crowd.

Gilenir nervously continues, "A simple request from Lady Bayvel sprouted into a wonderful collaboration between a number of botanists, horticulturists, and artisans."

Gilenir suddenly adds, "And one very enthusiastic insect researcher."

Missoni gazes in amusement at her surroundings.

Rohese softly giggles.

Feriae jokingly says, "She's been bouncing around the arboretum all week with her companions."

Gilenir nods in agreement at Feriae.

Gilenir says, "It is our sincere hope that this Symposium inspires others to share their knowledge and passion as we journey alongside Argent Mirror Sayilla in this new age of elven culture."

Vanathys nods in agreement at Feriae.

Gilenir clears his throat several times.

Ionlas gazes at Gilenir.

Gilenir sheepishly says, "As for my presentation, I am admittedly lacking the grace and studiousness of the ladies and gentleman who have graciously joined us for this symposium, but well, please join me and I'll show you what I've been working on."

Speaking to Feriae, Teveriel confides, "I am very much looking forward to yours and Miss Aubrige's presentation."

Eruien stands up.

Eruien offers a hand up to Ionlas.

Speaking to Teveriel, Feriae exclaims, "As am I!"

Speaking lightly to Teveriel, Rohese teases, "And mine too, I hope."

Ionlas squints at Eruien.

Ionlas stands up.

Teveriel smiles at Rohese.

Gilenir nervously says, "Come come, we have a bit of a walk."

Rohese winks at Teveriel.

Gilenir says, "And I don't believe I have the upper body strength to properly drag you all."

Speaking to Gilenir, Vanathys says, "Perhaps together we could."

Gilenir thoughtfully asks, "The mandrakes maybe?"

Speaking to Gilenir, Missoni says, "They are stronger than they look."

Feriae helpfully adds, "At least they're loud."

Feriae quickly says, "Like the peahens."

Ionlas whispers something to Gilenir.

Teveriel says, "Imagine a shrieking horde bearing us all down the var."

Teveriel warns, "The peahens will take it as a challenge."

Gilenir firmly says, "Alright, then."

Lord Gilenir's group just went south.

[Royal Arboretum, Walkway]

Vert-colored ivy entwines down the white marble columns framing the cobblestone walkway, the pale pillars affixed with latticed archways draped in the five-pointed leaves. Thin loops of vaalin wire hang high across the living ceiling, the opalescent hooks suspending colorful origami flora above several glowbark benches carved in whimsical fauna. Beyond the path sits a number of canopy-covered displays, the artwork framed by tall flora-filled planters set upon the well-manicured lawn.

Also here: Lord Ionlas, Arelder, Arbeia, Lord Teveriel, Lord Eruien, Botanical Researcher Feriae, Rivienne, Vanathys, Loremaster Rohese, Lucraine, Bathcwyn Missoni, Miss Lissaya, Aubriella, Emissary Thrassus, Fleurs, Celothor, Stassy, Lord Gilenir

A bur-eyed twisted witchwood mandrake sprouting autumn beauty sunflowers toddles into the area and up to Lissaya.

A bur-eyed shaggy illthorn mandrake toddles into the area and up to Rohese.

A yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake with a wild mane of cobalt briar hair toddles into the area and up to Missoni.

A black-eyed purplish grey haon mandrake toddles into the area and up to Feriae.

Arbeia says, "Moussa..."

You murmur, "Well now we're surrounded."

Gilenir indicates a wisteria-arched entry entwined with unfurled cream-colored peonies as a possible option.

Lord Gilenir's group just went through a wisteria-arched entry entwined with unfurled cream-colored peonies.

[Arboretum, Arboreal Gallery]

Verdant-curtained foliage drapes across the fallen arboreal forms scattered along the forest floor, the various trunks and elongated branches sculpted around the archways encircling the dome. Vibrantly colored toadstools encircle the moss-covered tables nestled into the soil, the clusters framed by branch-crafted easels and twine-hung yll'suta. Birdsong echoes throughout the area, the avians hidden amongst the canopy of greenery set high above.

Also here: Lord Ionlas, Arelder, Arbeia, Lord Teveriel, Lord Eruien, Botanical Researcher Feriae, Rivienne, Vanathys, Loremaster Rohese, Lucraine, Bathcwyn Missoni, Miss Lissaya, Aubriella, Emissary Thrassus, Fleurs, Celothor, Stassy, Lord Gilenir

Obvious paths: out

Rohese beams happily at Gilenir!

Rohese gazes with interest at her surroundings.

>l tabl

Trails of spongy, verdant green moss traverse across the flat stone tables, the low-set surfaces decorated in flora arabesques painted in henna. Tucked into the shadowed grass beneath each table is a tiny clay-crafted creature, the peahens and amphibians placed neatly in wicker-woven baskets.

Thrassus leans against his black staff as he takes in his surroundings.

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at a fallen arboreal form.

>l eas

Gently curved boughs are loosely entwined with knots of colorful thread, the geometric web forming a makeshift easel. Set along the tapering ends of the branches are several twine-hung yll'suta, their iridescent silk-crafted wings shimmering in the ambient light.

Gilenir sheepishly says, "I tend to spend my time in the dirt, but here we are."

Gilenir explains, "As Feriae has been working to expand the working areas of the Royal Arboretum, we came upon these particular arboreal forms."

Puffs of earthen green moss rest across the trunks of the trees laying in quiet repose, their elongated branches creating crescentic half-domes of layered foliage. Twig-crafted nests are scattered between the splayed branches along the upper arc of the canopies, the lower sections adorned with woven garlands and wood-framed yll'suta embroidered in silk thread. Folded letters and hand-crafted trinkets are tucked into the various grooves of the expansive trees alongside a handful of nuts and berries.

Gilenir says, "Whether fallen from age, or weather, or some other happenstance, there appears to be no damage or affliction beleaguering these fine fellows."

Gilenir leans against one of the forms, then quickly blushes.

Gilenir adds, "And ladies, of course."

Gilenir says, "In fact, they appear to be quite content here, perhaps even jovial if one believes a tree can express such emotion."

Gilenir continues, "Which is why Feriae and I agreed that there particularly cheerful trees would enjoy the company of others."

Gilenir ardently says, "I believe the constant woodland companions alongside the occasional two-legged visitor would encourage further growth not only from these particular forms, but perhaps across the arboretum and it's potential expansions."

Gilenir brightly says, "Happy plants thrive in happy environs."

Gilenir concludes, "But we do hope you do stop by and spend some time with the trees, we've added a few toadstools and some tables, as well as some easels if you'd like to display some artwork for a bit, though I'm sure a woodland creature or two may swipe it at anytime."

Gilenir awkwardly announces, "And that is my presentation."

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at a branch-crafted easel.

Missoni applauds Gilenir warmly.

Rohese applauds Gilenir warmly.
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===Verdant Symbiosis: The Partnership between Trees and Plants. -- Lady [[Rohese]] Bayvel===
<pre{{log2}}>
[Arboretum, Arboreal Gallery]
Verdant-curtained foliage drapes across the fallen arboreal forms scattered along the forest floor, the various trunks and elongated branches sculpted around the archways encircling the dome. Vibrantly colored toadstools encircle the moss-covered tables nestled into the soil, the clusters framed by branch-crafted easels and twine-hung yll'suta. Birdsong echoes throughout the area, the avians hidden amongst the canopy of greenery set high above. You also see a thin crimson lasimor leaf illusion, an arboreal lasimor armchair sculptured from tangled branches, a sturdy oak table on a base of cubbyholes and drawers with a blush-colored glass of cardamom and rose milk tea on it, a bur-eyed shaggy illthorn mandrake, a yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake with a wild mane of cobalt briar hair, a bur-eyed twisted witchwood mandrake sprouting autumn beauty sunflowers, a green-eyed ridge caracal, a lazy wild deep red dog, a glinting stygian scarab beetle that is flying around and a large vibrant harlequin macaw parrot.
Also here: Loremaster Rohese, Lord Eruien who is sitting, Arelder who is sitting, Stassy, Fleurs who is sitting, Emissary Thrassus, Aubriella who is sitting, Miss Lissaya who is sitting, Bathcwyn Missoni who is sitting, Vanathys who is sitting, Rivienne who is sitting, Botanical Researcher Feriae who is sitting, Lord Teveriel who is sitting, Lord Ionlas who is sitting, Arbeia who is sitting, Lord Gilenir
Obvious paths: out

Rohese sets a blush-colored glass of cardamom and rose milk tea on top of the oak table.

You smile at Rohese.

Rohese walks to stand behind a sturdy oak table on a base of cubbyholes and drawers.

Rohese rummages through a vellum-inset linden case covered with anatomical depictions of flora with a frantic look of loss.

Rohese nods once.

Rohese smiles.

Rohese softly says, "It's that time, I think."

Speaking lightly to Rohese, you say, "Your students are ready."

Rohese giggles softly at you.

Rohese softly greets, "Good afternoon everyone."

Rohese warmly says, "It is so lovely to see so many familiar faces on this auspicious occasion."

Rohese glances about with a cheerful expression, her misty grey eyes bright and friendly.

Rohese softly says, "Some of you may recall my Library Lecture last year on the Sentience of Trees, where I touched on the wisdom inherent in the give-and-take of nature; in its quiet agreements and search for balance."

Rohese bashfully says, "I apologise if a little of what I cover today is a repeat of that lecture but I believe the context will be helpful."

Rohese wrinkles her nose.

Rohese softly announces, "So, verdant symbiosis!"

Rohese reaches out with a complex gesture and activates the panel of her agara-fae wristlet. Colorful motes of light suddenly appear and dance in the air before coalescing and shifting into a Veythorne Manor illusion.

Rohese thoughtfully begins, "As I walk the quiet paths of Veythorne Manor, pausing often beneath the glowbark tree whose ghostly blue leaves shimmer with silent wisdom..."

Rohese removes a radiant ghostly blue leaf from in her rectangular pack.

Rohese turns her leaf over and over in her hand, studying it until a look of understanding crosses her face.

Rohese softly continues, "...or spend time here, in this Arboretum, I am reminded that the majesty of trees is not in their solitude, but in their community."

Rohese lets out a long, contemplative breath.

Rohese softly says, "Trees do not stand alone, nor do they thrive in isolation."

Rohese softly says, "Rather, they are stewards of living networks; intricate tapestries woven with threads of moss, lichen, fern, and flower, cradled in loam that has been shaped by the tireless labour of fungi and stirred by wings and mandibles of insects."

Rohese brushes her fingers lightly against her ghostly blue leaf.

Rohese sets a radiant ghostly blue leaf on top of the oak table.

Rohese softly informs, "In my paper on the Sentience of Trees, I posited that trees are more than passive guardians of time; they are sentient participants in the forest ecosystem."

Rohese softly proposes, "This afternoon, I seek to further explore how their sentience - and indeed their very survival - is interwoven with the lives of the smaller, often-overlooked flora and fauna that dwell in their shade and bark."

A talkative covey of button quails traverse across the pine needles and leaves in a series of zig-zags before disappearing behind the moss-covered trees.

Rohese softly says, "So let us begin beneath the surface."

Rohese softly says, "The roots of trees, as vast and far-reaching as their canopies, form sacred pacts with fungi."

Rohese softly says, "Right under our very noses..."

Rohese softly continues, "...cleverly concealed beneath the undergrowth is a covert messaging system made up "mushroom mailboxes" and "telegraphic threads" called mycelium that connect the roots in an intricate web."

Vanathys nods understandingly.

Rohese removes a bracket of tender nesting polypore from in her linden case.

Rohese softly says, "This pretty little thing, for example, is a polypore."

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at her tender nesting polypore.

Arbeia quietly says, "Mushroom mailboxes."

Rohese softly says, "Most polypores inhabit tree trunks or branches but some soil-inhabiting species form mychorrhiza in a symbiotic association with trees."

You lean forward.

Rohese softly says, "These silent, silk-thin filaments stretch through the soil like a network of whispers, ferrying water, minerals, and knowledge between root and root."

Rohese brushes her fingers lightly against her tender nesting polypore.

Rohese softly remarks, "It is known that a tree afflicted by blight may warn its kin through these fungal threads, allowing others to fortify their defences before the sickness arrives."

Rohese softly says, "This is not idle conjecture; I have observed such exchanges firsthand among the trees in the Glimae'den Wildwood."

Rohese softly says, "The mushrooms that rise from this underground lattice are merely the fruiting bodies of a vast mind, one whose thoughts are composed of nourishment and alliance."

Rohese sets a bracket of tender nesting polypore on top of the oak table.

Rohese brightly says, "Moving above ground now."

Rohese softly says, "Around the base and on the trunks of elder trees, especially Mother Trees, one often finds a patchwork carpet of mosses, lichens and other organisms."

Rohese glances at a fallen arboreal form.

Rohese softly says, "We see it in the glowbark with its phosphorescent residents..."

Rohese snaps out her hand with a complex gesture. A majestic glowbark tree illusion appears above the palm of her hand, wavers briefly, and vanishes.

Rohese softly continues, "...and the grey-green tufted growths on the sovereign willow of the Dryad Wildwood."

Rohese snaps out her hand with a complex gesture. A gnarled weeping willow illusion appears above the palm of her hand, wavers briefly, and vanishes.

Rohese softly says, "These are no mere adornments; again, it is a symbiotic - mutually beneficial - association."

Rohese softly adds, "We see it here too in the verdant undergrowth of the Arboreal Conservatory..."

Rohese softly continues, "...where there are some fine examples of monk's-hood lichen, shield lichens and oakmoss."

Rohese softly explains, "Mosses act as reservoirs of moisture, safeguarding the roots from drought and preserving the delicate balance of humidity necessary for the surrounding undergrowth."

Rohese softly says, "Among the most remarkable of mosses is scorpidium, a species predominant in the damp hollows and shaded root basins of Naidem, where the sky is perpetual twilight and the air is thick with mist."

Rohese removes a tangle of inky scorpidium moss from in her linden case.

Rohese notes, quietly, a few salient particulars of the moss.

Rohese softly says, "In the graveyard, woods and wetlands, scorpidium forms plush carpets beneath beech, birch and sycamore, particularly near the edges of slow-moving rivulets."

Rohese softly says, "Growing in dense tangles, the moss often makes its home on dead or dying trees, devouring the nutrients of its doomed host."

Vanathys nods at Rohese.

Rohese turns over her inky scorpidium moss.

Rohese smiles at Vanathys.

Rohese softly says, "Its role is both practical and profound: acting as a living sponge, it filters and retains water through the seasons, maintaining delicate soil moisture levels around the trees' root systems."

Ionlas whispers something to Eruien.

Rohese softly says, "Moreover, this moss nurtures an entire sub-community of insects: beetles, grubs, and fireflies so beloved by Naidem scholars for their ethereal beauty and translucence."

Eruien looks over at Ionlas and shakes his head.

Rohese softly says, "Their presence within the moss attracts foraging birds and encourages insectivorous flora along the margins."

Rohese softly says, "Thus, scorpidium serves as a cradle of biodiversity; its relationship with the trees is not merely one of support, but of shared vitality."

Rohese taps a tangle of inky scorpidium moss, which is in her right hand.

Rohese softly says, "In times of drought or excessive rain, it is this moss that tempers the extremes, ensuring that the roots of ancient trees remain undisturbed, as though the land itself were swaddling its giants in a soft and constant embrace."

Rohese sets a tangle of inky scorpidium moss on top of the oak table.

Rohese removes a tuft of old man's beard lichen from in her linden case.

Rohese clearly says, "Lichens, those mysterious marriages of fungus and algae, serve as the forest's alchemists."

Rohese wrinkles her nose.

Rohese softly says, "In some parts of the Wyrdeep, it is said they even glow faintly under moonlight, rumoured to be touched by fey magic."

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at her old man's beard lichen.

Rohese softly says, "Yet their truest gift lies in their enrichment of the soil for all nearby life and their sensitivity to corruption; should they wither or fade, it is often a warning of greater blight to come."

Rohese sets a tuft of old man's beard lichen on top of the oak table.

Rohese removes a feathered fern frond from in her linden case.

Rohese softly says, "It is easy to look up and see only branches, but nestled among them are ferns and epiphytic flora like orchids; those that do not draw from the tree itself but from the air and rain."

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at her fern frond.

Rohese softly says, "These tree-lodgers increase the forest's vertical diversity, forming habitats for winged insects, nesting birds, and other small creatures."

Rohese softly adds, "In some ancient groves, it is believed that these aerial gardens harbour entire ecosystems of their own, hidden from view."

Rohese waggles her fingers mystically, and a golden linden tree grove illusion appears briefly in the air.

Rohese reaches out with a complex gesture and activates the panel of her agara-fae wristlet. Sunshine yellow flurries of airy blossoms suddenly appear and dance in the air before coalescing and shifting into a spotted dark brown kestrel illusion.

Rohese softly says, "Beneath the eaves of the trees, in patches of dappled sunlight, wildflowers bloom and offer nectar."

Rohese softly says, "Bees, butterflies, and beetles answer the call - not only to feed, but to fulfill the sacred rite of pollination."

Rohese lightly adds, "Even the trees themselves are sometimes pollinated by windborne insects."

Rohese softly says, "Insects also serve as caretakers and couriers of decay."

Rohese softly says, "Ants tunnel through fallen bark, returning nutrients to the soil."

Rohese removes a miniscule red bark beetle from in her linden case.

(Rohese places the miniscule red bark beetle in the palm of her hand and holds it out to show it to the audience.)

Rohese softly says, "Insects, such as this red bark beetle, feast upon rot and keep the forest clean."

Rohese casually remarks, "I once observed a hive of bees protect a cluster of wild orchids growing in the crook of an old willow, as if recognizing the mutual benefit of their shared presence."

Rohese gives her wyrwood insect house a tiny shake, causing a swarm of pollen-fuzzed amber honey bees to crawl out and onto her inventory for a moment before retreating back inside the house.

Rohese smiles quietly to herself.

Rohese softly says, "The forest, then, is not a collection of solitary beings, but a living chorus..."

Rohese sets a miniscule red bark beetle on top of the oak table.

Rohese softly continues, "...each member in tune with the others, each leaf and root and wing participating in an unending hymnal of interdependence."

Rohese softly says, "Mother trees such as the glowbark..."

Rohese reaches out with a complex gesture and activates the panel of her agara-fae wristlet. Silvery white will-o'-wisps suddenly appear and dance in the air before coalescing and shifting into a majestic glowbark tree illusion.

Rohese softly says, "...with its luminous presence and deeply rooted wisdom, are both maestro and audience to this symphony."

Arbeia gazes with interest at a majestic glowbark tree illusion.

Rohese softly says, "Their sentience is not solitary; it is communal."

Missoni nods to a majestic glowbark tree illusion.

Rohese softly says, "It breathes through moss, whispers through lichen, is fed by fungi, and pollinated by the labour of insects."

Rohese softly opines, "We must heed these natural alliances."

Rohese gazes fondly at a majestic glowbark tree illusion.

Rohese softly says, "Because the song of the forest is one of harmony, and its melody is easily lost if even a single note is silenced."

Rohese lets out a long, contemplative breath.

Rohese softly says, "May this work serve not only as a study of the verdant kinship we walk among but also as a reminder that we too are part of this great, living and breathing whole."

Rohese smiles.

Rohese softly concludes, "And that, ladies and gentle folk, is what I would like to talk about tomorrow!"

Rohese drops into a deep curtsy, moving smoothly as her arms sweep grandly to her sides.
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===The Hornet & the Hollyhock: The Cultural Importance of Flowers -- [[Aliraswaen]]===
<pre{{log2}}>
Aliraswaen says, "Good day, my friends and fellow admirers of flora. I thank you, most sincerely, for joining me in this verdant jewel of the Shining City. I am Aliraswaen of Nielira Harbor, a small and sea-brushed town along the Nalfein coast, where the light falls warm and the gardens climb the stonework like music set to vine."

You see Aliraswaen.
She appears to be a Nalfein Elf.
She is of average stature and has a willowy, thin frame. She appears to be very young. She has golden, hazel-flecked cornflower blue eyes and subtly tanned skin. She has waist-length, silky caramel brown hair divided into twin reverse-weave braids that start at the temple and descend to the nape in wrist-thick lengths woven in heather grey and burgundy ribbons amid a tracery of baby's breath. She has a delicate face, an aquiline nose and high cheekbones culminating in sharply curved, pointed ears. She has bloom-painted burgundy lacquer upon her long, rounded nails.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a pewter-strung dark burgundy hollyhock, a rosewood-boned ebon silk corset painted in spires of burgundy blossoms over a very pale dusty rose blouse with split wrist-bound sleeves, a pewter and rosewood disc girdle pyrographed in hollyhock columns, a heavy ebon organza skirt painted in heather grey bloom-laden trellises with some layered burgundy petticoats underneath, and a pair of low-heeled sandals lifted by rosewood heels.
Placed alongside her is an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt.

Aliraswaen says, "It is an honor to be here, amidst such learned company, to speak on a flower that holds a quiet but persistent magic for me: the hollyhock."

Rohese beams happily at Aliraswaen!

Imrys smiles.

Rohese softly mouths, "So pretty."

Arbeia agrees with Rohese.

Aliraswaen says, "Now, I suspect more than a few of you have passed hollyhocks without much fanfare, nodding at their cheerful stalks as you strolled to admire something rarer, or more temperamental. And that's fair. The hollyhock doesn't pout or preen. It simply grows. Tall. Colorful. Steady. It is the sort of flower that thrives best when no one is watching too closely."

Aliraswaen suggests, "But today, I should like us to watch a little more closely. To pause. And to see."

Aliraswaen pauses politely, a thin, warm smile gracing her lips.

Aliraswaen paces to her right, moving in a circle around a low oval planter sporting white and lavender hollyhocks.

Tikba nods thoughtfully at Aliraswaen.

Aliraswaen casually says, "You see, the hollyhock has been with us a very long time."

Aliraswaen continues, "Long before gardeners bred for double blooms or marbled petals, the single hollyhock rose like a spire near doorways, chapels, and wells."

Aliraswaen thoughtfully explains, "It came to us from across sun-drenched plains, traveling by seed, by trade, and sometimes by accident, though I have found that accidents in botany are often simply miracles mislabeled."

Aliraswaen offers a soft, friendly chuckle.

Aliraswaen inquires, "Does anyone here grow hollyhocks? Or recall seeing them near childhood gates or old garden walls?"

Missoni murmurs, "Not especially."

Vanathys says, "Though, to be fair, I grow a bit of nearly everything I can."

Vanathys chuckles.

Arbeia asks, "Do they grow in the desert?"

Aubriella says, "I did collect a nice bunch on Nielira Harbor."

Gilenir admits, "I've been having difficulty getting them to properly seed."

Speaking slowly to Arbeia, Aliraswaen says, "I am uncertain."

Aubriella says, "But grow them, n o."

Rohese softly says, "I too have struggled."

Speaking to Gilenir, Vanathys says, "I will transplant some, if you wish."

Aliraswaen nods at Gilenir.

Gilenir gazes hopefully at Vanathys.

Aliraswaen says, "Sometimes they are resistent."

Arbeia says, "Cannot say I have ever seen any there."

Aliraswaen softly continues, "In Ta'Nalfein, where refinement is expected and gardens are often judged as much as gowns, the hollyhock holds a strange place."

Aliraswaen smiles quietly to herself.

Aliraswaen says, "It is seen as rustic by some. Sturdy. Perhaps even coarse. But I argue otherwise. There is grace in its reach. Poise in its persistence."

Aliraswaen affirms, "The hollyhock does not demand beauty it becomes it."

Aliraswaen picks up an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt from alongside her.

Aliraswaen says, "I've gathered my reflections, woven through with a tale from the Nieliran coast, in a book titled The Hornet and the Hollyhock. It is part fable, part meditation, and fully a love letter to the way wildness and grace often reside side by side. Copies are available to you all, with my compliments. I hope it may plant a little seed of delight, or curiosity, or wonder."

Aliraswaen offers Rohese an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt.

Rohese accepts Aliraswaen's suede tome.

Aliraswaen offers you an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

Missoni appreciatively says, "How generous."

Aliraswaen nods at Rohese.

Rohese holds an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt in her hand close to her body.

Aliraswaen smiles.

[Aliraswaen gives everyone a tome]

You accept Aliraswaen's offer and are now holding an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt.

You incline your head.

You say, "This is very kind, thank you."

>L tome
Corbeau green marked in gilt lettering decorates the edge of the spine, transitioning to burgundy-black on the back and cover beyond a clearly delineated line of silver. Decorative embossing upon the flat plane of the cover creates the raised impression of hollyhock stalk, its upper section still furled while its middle is in full bloom. Faenor-hued paint create a sheen of color near the upper right corner where a hornet rests. The words "The Hornet and the Hollyhock" stretch across the lower section.

Tikba politely says, "Thank you very much."

Imrys murmurs, "How lovely. Thank you for sharing your work with us."

Speaking to Gilenir, Ionlas whispers aloud, "Will you read it to me, too?"

Speaking to Aliraswaen, Aubriella says, "Oh, thank you."

Eruien gives a sidelong glance at Ionlas.

Speaking pointedly to Ionlas, Gilenir says, "But you're literate."

>read my tom
The Hornet and the Hollyhock

Introduction ................................... 2
The Hollyhock .................................. 4
The Hornet ..................................... 7
Signals in Bloom and Stone ..................... 15
In the Nest of Stories ......................... 22
In Word and Warning ............................ 29
Closing Reflections ............................ 36
Page 1

Vanathys just nudged Gilenir.

Vanathys whispers something to Gilenir.

Ionlas frowns.

Gilenir says, "Oh."

Speaking to Gilenir, Ionlas says, "Yes, I suppose I am."

Speaking to Ionlas, Gilenir says, "I mean... yes."

Gilenir surreptitiously glances at Vanathys.

Vanathys gazes up into the heavens.

Eruien mutters, "Smooth."

Vanathys says, "Thank you. This will be excellent for my collection."

Rohese smiles at Vanathys.

Rohese giggles softly at Eruien.

[Arboretum, Arboreal Gallery]

Verdant-curtained foliage drapes across the fallen arboreal forms scattered along the forest floor, the various trunks and elongated branches sculpted around the archways encircling the dome. Vibrantly colored toadstools encircle the moss-covered tables nestled into the soil, the clusters framed by branch-crafted easels and twine-hung yll'suta. Birdsong echoes throughout the area, the avians hidden amongst the canopy of greenery set high above. You also see an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt, a low oval planter sporting white and lavender hollyhocks, a yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake with a wild mane of cobalt briar hair, a lazy wild deep red dog, a vexed wasteland spirit that is flying around, a large vibrant harlequin macaw parrot and a green-eyed ridge caracal.

Also here: Loremaster Rohese who is sitting, Bathcwyn Missoni who is sitting, Lord Gilenir who is sitting, Rivienne, Tikba who is sitting, Imrys who is sitting, Lord Ionlas who is sitting, Aubriella who is sitting, Fleurs who is sitting, Vanathys who is sitting, Oirisu who is sitting, Arbeia who is sitting, Lord Eruien who is sitting, Aliraswaen, Stassy

Obvious paths: out

Speaking amusedly to Vanathys, Oirisu says, "Because they clearly are the same type of literature."

Aliraswaen continues, "Now, to the flower's habits. Hollyhocks are biennial, or sometimes short-lived perennials, depending on their treatment. They prefer full sun and well-drained soil, and though they grow tall, often taller than most elves I know, they begin in modest rosettes. Their strength, like that of so many things, is in what lies quietly at the base."

Gilenir grins wryly at Ionlas.

Ionlas leans softly against Gilenir.

Ionlas rolls his eyes.

Aliraswaen lightly says, "Some gardeners see their susceptibility to rust as a flaw, but I find it an invitation to companion plant, to rotate, to learn. Nature rarely gives us perfection without asking us to participate."

Speaking sheepishly to Aliraswaen, Rohese says, "And to think I pulled them all when I spotted rust."

Aliraswaen knowingly says, "And there is something rather dear about seeing bees and beetles nestle deep into those open blooms. They're almost cup-like. They hold things. Like stories. Or secrets."

You see Lord Eruien Lithavir the Living Canvas and Most Esteemed Representative of Ta'Loenthra.
He appears to be a Loenthra Elf.
He is tall and has a lithe body. He appears to be young and robust. He has subtly tilted, azure-flecked sea green eyes and unlined pale skin. He has long, silky ginger hair drawn into a loose half-braid by a loop of naefira-carved resaeun. He has a long, softly angled face, a straight nose and broad shoulders.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a translucent filament strung with a single drop of fused glass, a cropped sueded jacket dyed a rich larkspur blue hue, a deep-plunging charcoal brocade waistcoat cut short at the ribs over a sheer chiffon shirt veiled in floral embroidery across the chest, a finger-spanning coiled silver ring kissed with powdered amethyst, a pair of pearl grey twill trousers slit at the calves to reveal lace godets, and a pair of mirror-shined leather brogues with cutout vamps.

Aliraswaen politely inquires, "Would any of you like to ask a question? Or perhaps share a memory of hollyhocks in your own garden or another flower that, to you, holds the same sort of quiet, unexpected grace?"

(Rohese tentatively raises her hand.)

Vanathys glances at Rohese.

Rohese points at Vanathys.

Aliraswaen amusedly asks, "Come, surely you have favorites... Or why are we at this symbosium?"

Vanathys says, "Ladies first."

Rohese insistently says, "No, no, you were first."

Vanathys says, "I insist that you go first."

Rohese whines at Vanathys!

Rohese reluctantly says, "As you wish."

Rohese hesitantly says, "I'd like to share a rose, if I may."

Aliraswaen delightedly exclaims, "Of course!"

Rohese softly begins, "One of the common funeral customs in Ta'Illistim is the Selanair, which is as old as the Elven Houses themselves."

Rohese softly continues, "It means dusk's light and it is essentially the observance of displaying a deceased love one so those who wish to show their respect can do so."

Rohese smiles.

Rohese softly says, "This beautiful blossom, the asuleriel, is a unique variety of blue rose that represents peace and hope."

Rohese taps a pale-veined deep blue asuleriel, which is in her right hand.

Rohese softly says, "It is associated with such remembrance ceremonies and the petals often cover the form of the deceased."

Rohese softly says, "They're very rare in the wild but can be nurtured in gardens."

Rohese softly says, "This was grown in the rose garden at Ailanthus Manor out on Whistler's Pass."

Fleurs nods appreciatively.

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at her deep blue asuleriel.

Aliraswaen respectfully says, "It is a lovely specimen."

Rohese smiles at Aliraswaen.

Rohese softly says, "It has taken centuries of cultivation by the gardeners there and it is there pride and joy."

Oirisu looks thoughtfully at Vanathys.

Rohese softly exclaims, "Lumnis forfend anyone who attempts to pick them without permission!"

Rohese softly says, "And it is worth noting that a florist of any worth would never charge when being purchased for a deceased loved one."

Eruien begins chuckling at Rohese!

Rohese softly says, "They are always given freely."

Aliraswaen quietly says, "An amazing honor and gift."

Speaking to Rohese, Vanathys teases, "You said the same thing I was going to."

Speaking appreciatively to Aliraswaen, Rohese says, "It took a lot of persuasion to have this one."

Rohese softly says, "Ah, then I am sorry."

Aliraswaen understandingly says, "Well can I imagine."

Aliraswaen nods slowly.

Aliraswaen asks, "Did anyone else wish to share?"

Vanathys says, "I had a question."

Aliraswaen politely admonishes, "Please."

Aliraswaen thoughtfully says, "I imagine that some could, however, many tales are tied to its nature being a repelent for many demons. I suppose most planters and growers prefer it to remain in an un-refined state to ensure it does not lose these qualities."

Eruien stifles a yawn behind the back of his hand.

Missoni glances appraisingly at Aliraswaen.

Rohese surreptitiously glances at Eruien.

Rohese shakes her head at Eruien and clucks her tongue.

Tikba surreptitiously glances between Aliraswaen and Missoni.

Vanathys looks thoughtfully at Aliraswaen.

Aliraswaen says, "Let me see if I can find that..."

Vanathys says, "Superstitions getting in the way of progress..."

Vanathys says, "Interesting."

Aliraswaen says, "In the wake of the Sea Elf War, as Ta'Nalfein reeled from both shared grief and sharpened self-preservation, new symbols took root amid the scarred soil."

You interestedly ask, "Do the tales provide more detail on that repellent effect?"

Rohese looks thoughtfully at you.

Eruien gives a sidelong glance at you.

Missoni murmurs, "I wonder if that has been extensively tested."

Aliraswaen says, "A moment, I am trying to find the excerpt."

You twitch your darkened fingers in a display of your irritation.

Aliraswaen says, "It is a quiet defender, a symbol of survival, and a lingering echo of the dark tides that once swept near their shores."

Aliraswaen says, "Ah, here it is."

Aliraswaen clearly reads, "Favored for its height and fragrance, the blossom was said to aggravate the senses of certain demons, encouraging them to wander away. Whether apocryphal or true, its planting near thresholds and walls became a ritual not of beauty alone, but of unseen defense and memory. In the preservation of life, the hollyhock found purpose. In the preservation of dignity, it found a lasting place in Nalfein hearts."

Aliraswaen says, "You say superstition, I say tradition."

Speaking to Aliraswaen, Vanathys says, "A fair enough distinction, I think."

Vanathys says, "A tradition I do not hold, of course. Perhaps I will make some attempts of my own, then."

Speaking to Aliraswaen, Vanathys says, "That was my only question."

Aliraswaen says, "As you see fit, though I would caution that not all perenials like to be tampered with."

Speaking softly to herself, Rohese notes, "I must try and grow them again."

Aliraswaen says, "Sometimes, the simple rustic beauty is the best."

Speaking mildly to Aliraswaen, Vanathys says, "It is my specialty."

Aliraswaen politely says, "As you will, of course."

Aliraswaen inquires, "Did anyone else have a question or wish to shaer?"

Missoni raises her hand.

Missoni says, "I have always been fond of the peony. I suppose I do not have such a...ah... traditional reason."

Missoni says, "But its relationship with ants reminds me a bit of how the hornet and the hollyhock often work in tandem."

Speaking to Rohese, Missoni admits, "And also, the blooms are quite lush."

Missoni flushes slightly, some color reaching her cheeks.

Rohese nods enthusiastically at Missoni!

Aliraswaen says, "How intereting. I had not thought you one to be basheful, for that is its meaning, though its interaction and requirement of the ant is very synonymous of the Hollyhock."

Ionlas briefly glances at Gilenir's shoulder.

You see Lord Gilenir Veythorne Illistim.
He appears to be an Elf.
He is taller than average and has a muscular, able-bodied physique. He appears to be in the spring of life. He has vibrant hazel green eyes and tanned skin. He has short, tousled ashen blonde hair parted at a slant, leaving the unruly bangs to brush against the forehead. He has an angular face and well-defined cheekbones.
He is in good shape.
He is holding an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt in his right hand.
He is wearing a gilt-marbled white jade signet draped from a waist-cut chain, a jaw-framing blue jacquard collar affixed with twin brooches, a broad-shouldered doublet of smoked sapphire blue maedatha over a deep-cut vellum ivory silk tunic, some charcoal-tinted mykal trousers cinched down each hip, and a pair of suede-cuffed ebon suede knee-boots.

Aliraswaen says, "They have such a delicate fragrance to them, not showy or heady but light and fragile."

Speaking to Aliraswaen, Missoni says, "Yes, I do like that they are not overpowering in a garden."

Rivienne raises her hand.

You add, "And they bloom quite early, which I look forward to each spring."

Aliraswaen smiles at you.

Rivienne says, "Your fondness for the hollyhock, a flower that many find common or rustic, reminds me of my own fondness for dandelions, which most consider and outright nuisance."

Aliraswaen asks, "But don't then go to seed with such a charming nature?"

Rohese nods in agreement.

Aliraswaen delightedly says, "The little seeds on the wind, the childhood memories of endearing wishes and hopes."

Rivienne says, "They are like a small sun that refuses to be forgotten. Even when it's pulled up, it returns, not out of spite but because it persists, even through the cracks in cobblestones."

Rohese softly exclaims, "Like tiny fairies!"

Aliraswaen says, "Yes, they are definitely resilient."

Rivienne says, "Not to mention all the wishes they've carried for me."

Aliraswaen says, "We have given them the meaning of "respect and chivalry" or 'spiritual"."

Aliraswaen smiles at Rivienne.

Aliraswaen says, "I once saw a painting, it was in only three colors.... the lower right of the painting was awash in golden yellow, and the dandelion took center stage, a slash through its center to show its duality of growth. The lower half was it in full bloom, the other half was it going to seed and being tugged by a gentle wind that carried its cypselae up to the right corner..."

Aliraswaen says, "The seeds transformed near the top into dark birds."

Aliraswaen says, "It was title: When wishes turn to wings."

Missoni lightly says, "How clever."

You cock your head.

Eruien nods approvingly.

Aliraswaen says, "Such a lovely, persistent flower."

Aliraswaen says, "Thank you for sharing."

Aliraswaen asks, "Did anyone else have one?"

Fleurs raises her hand.

Fleurs says, "I am especially fond of the plumeria. Lush, fragrant, and tropical, it always reminds me of good times. I find the scent very relaxing."

Aliraswaen says, "And it is such an amazing specimen as it almost seems fake due it its almost waxy petals."

Rivienne says, "Their blossoms are always so perfect, they almost seem fake."

Rivienne nods at Aliraswaen.

Aliraswaen smiles at Rivienne.

Fleurs glances between Rivienne and Aliraswaen.

Fleurs grins.

Aliraswaen says, "They have such gradient change to them, too."

Ionlas says, "I'm not sure if you've noticed this, but the blossoms almost seem fake."

Aliraswaen says, "Always almost blushed with other hues."

Ionlas's face breaks into a cheeky grin.

Eruien gives a sidelong glance at Ionlas.

Eruien just nudged Ionlas.

Rivienne begins chuckling at Ionlas!

Aliraswaen says, "I do appreciate their spiced undertones. A lovely citrus pop...."

You see Rivienne Mandaire Loenthra of the Shining City.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is subtle in stature and has a balletic body. She appears to have come of age. She has demure violet eyes and lightly tanned skin. She has long, undulant starling black hair that falls to shadow her form. She has a fine-boned face and narrow, delicately pointed ears. Her aspect embodies a fluid symmetry of sharp angles and gentle curves.
She is in good shape.
She is holding an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt in her right hand.
She is wearing a vial-shaped glass pendant containing a preserved emerald green leaf, a gilded silk cincher over a green silk kaftan patterned with a fall of botanical-interspersed arabesques, a vine-wrought gold handflower, and some golden leather thong sandals.

Speaking politely to Arbeia, Aliraswaen inquires, "What is the blossom you hold so dearly?"

Arbeia says, "Oh."

Arbeia glances at a budding pale yellow creosote flower in her hand.

Arbeia asks, "This?"

Arbeia says, "This is a creosote flower."

Arbeia says, "From the desert."

Arbeia says, "I always think of home when I have this with me... for..."

Arbeia says, "When the monsoons come."

Aliraswaen says, "Such a delicate, small bloom."

Arbeia says, "They release the most amazing smell."

Arbeia smiles.

Aliraswaen asks, "May I?"

Arbeia offers Aliraswaen a budding pale yellow creosote flower.

Aliraswaen accepts Arbeia's yellow creosote flower.

Aliraswaen sniffs at her yellow creosote flower.

Aliraswaen says, "Hmmm..."

Aliraswaen thoughtfully says, "Musky...."

Aliraswaen sniffs at her yellow creosote flower.

Arbeia says, "The air fills with that smell after the rains come."

Aliraswaen says, "Almost like fres--- yes."

Aliraswaen offers Arbeia a budding pale yellow creosote flower.

Arbeia accepts Aliraswaen's yellow creosote flower.

Arbeia turns over her yellow creosote flower.

Speaking to Vaelani, Aliraswaen asks, "Did I remember that you raised your hand?"

Speaking encouragingly to Vaelani, Aliraswaen asks, "Had you a bloom to share?"

Speaking jokingly to Vanathys, Oirisu says, "We'll end up with more perfume notes at this rate."

Speaking to Oirisu, Fleurs says, "You can never have too much perfume."

Vaelani tentatively says, "Yes... I was going to mention red feather clover. I'm afraid I don't have one on me to share, but I can best describe it as looking like pinky crimson fox tails when they bloom."

Speaking to Oirisu, Vanathys whispers aloud, "Perhaps a seasonal line at some point."

Oirisu leans softly against Vanathys.

Speaking to Vaelani, Aliraswaen says, "I believe we call those trifoliums."

Vaelani nods at Aliraswaen.

Aliraswaen says, "They rather resemble the thistle in many ways."

Aliraswaen says, "Their tops are silver and white tipped, much like a fox tail as you said."

Vaelani nods in agreement.

Aliraswaen says, "They have a subtly herbaceous smell and a sweet honey-ness to them."

Missoni curiously says, "Where do they grow? I am not certain I have seen them."

Speaking happily to Vaelani, Aliraswaen says, "I lovely bloom indeed."

Aliraswaen says, "They are typically a glade plant, if my memory is any good."

Missoni says, "I shall be more observant."

Aliraswaen asks, "Did anyone else have anything to share?"

Aliraswaen offers Vaelani an embossed burgundy-black suede tome edged in gilt.

Vaelani accepts Aliraswaen's suede tome.

Speaking to Vaelani, Aliraswaen says, "I think I missed you when we were handing these out."

Aliraswaen says, "Thank you. Every story shared reminds me that gardens are as much about memory as they are about soil. And the hollyhock, for all its humble roots, is a memory keeper."

Fleurs happily says, "I do love flowers, of all types."

Aliraswaen continues, "It grows beside kitchens, beneath bedroom windows, along roads where loved ones once walked."

Missoni applauds Aliraswaen warmly.

Aliraswaen says, "So, I thank you again for your time, your presence, and your willingness to walk this short garden path with me. May you find beauty in the ordinary. May you nurture what rises quietly beside you."

Aliraswaen offers, "And may your hollyhocks grow tall."
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===An Introduction to the Quiet Beauty of Night Gardens -- Lady [[Rivienne]] Mandaire Loenthra===
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Rivienne says, "Alright then, I'll get started."

You see Rivienne Mandaire Loenthra of the Shining City.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is subtle in stature and has a balletic body. She appears to have come of age. She has demure violet eyes and lightly tanned skin. She has long, undulant starling black hair drawn into fluid whorls ensnaring a lustrous full moon ornament before spilling in waves down the back. She has a fine-boned face and narrow, delicately pointed ears. Her aspect embodies a fluid symmetry of sharp angles and gentle curves.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a tiny arathiel sphere illuminating the hollow of the throat, a corseted jet silk coat swept back at the hips into a composed train, a sleeveless tulle gown descending in drifts of ivory chiffon, and a pair of almond leather slippers on sculpted bone heels.

Arbeia turns to face Rivienne.

Wylnar plops down to the ground in a sitting position.

Your face goes blank.

Rivienne begins, "As light falls away, the world grows both sharper and softer, and our senses rise to meet the darkness."

Lissaya's eyes glaze over as she stares, unfocused, into the distance.

Arbeia nods to Wylnar in greeting.

You give a sidelong glance at Wylnar.

You see Wylnar the Shadowbroker.
He appears to be a Half-Elf from Ta'Vaalor.
He is average height and has a lithesome, nimble build. He appears to be an adult. He has kohl-lined jade green eyes and ghostly pale skin. He has waist-length, silken white blonde hair threaded sparsely with leather beads and left to flow freely over his broad shoulders. He has an angular face, a scar-crossed, straight nose and subtly pointed ears.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a vivid pink linen cape with arabesque-stitched edging, a multi-strapped onyx suede harness over some sleek ebon shadarl armor banded in tonal suede, a pair of stygian half-gloves, a niello silver signet worn on the right pinky, a black leather tool kit, and some thin black leather boots wrapped in dark linen scraps.

Rivienne says, "Scent unfurls in the cooling air, carried more potently as the humidity increases. Sound, too, stretches farther, unbroken and unbothered by the hum of day."

Wylnar reclines back, supporting himself on his palms.

Rivienne thoughtfully asserts, "Darkness asks something of us. Few are taught how to move within it, how to relate to it. More often, we are taught to banish it."

Lissaya shifts her eyes to Rivienne.

Wylnar nods in agreement at Rivienne.

Rivienne says, "But darkness is not an absence. It is a force, a subtle shaping hand that turns familiar land into a foreign country. It is a balm, a companion to light rather than its enemy."

Rivienne calmly explains, "And shadows, far from being voids, are proof of presence. The way light flows around form, the way ripples reveal stones beneath a river."

Bathcwyn Missoni flounces through an arched duo of stained glass doors leading to the walkway amidst a diffuse cloud of prismatic glitter.

Wylnar waves to Missoni.

Rivienne lightly says, "I was raised on a Loenthran estate known for its perfumers' craft, where vast fields of botanicals were cultivated for distillation and trade, but the gardens closest to the house were created for something more personal."

Missoni glances appraisingly at Wylnar.

Missoni gives a short little hum of surprise.

Lissaya gazes forlornly at Missoni.

Rivienne recalls, "I remember my parents spending many of their evening hours together, walking the paths as the night breeze carried shifting waves of scent to meet them."

Rivienne shares, "They would pause beneath an arbor or lean over a cluster of blooms, exchanging thoughts about which notes might blend well or which fragrances would linger or vanish too quickly."

Rivienne says, "Aspiring poets, musicians, and painters under our family's patronage would wander those paths in search of inspiration, sit beneath a lantern to practice their work, or even weep quietly when their art betrayed them."

Wylnar furtively glances at Lissaya.

Rivienne smiles slightly.

You glance down.

Missoni nods sympathetically at Lissaya.

Rivienne explains, "These night gardens, interspersed across the grounds, belonged to everyone in the household."

Lissaya appears to be ignoring everything going on around her.

Rivienne wistfully murmurs, "And the parties...they belonged to the night. We would line the paths with foxfire, just enough to make the gardens glow like something enchanted."

Rivienne softly reminisces, "Somewhere in the dark, a quartet would play, and always, the perfume of the gardens, wild and shifting, would thread itself into the evening."

Missoni gazes with interest at Rivienne.

Wylnar looks thoughtfully at Rivienne.

Ionlas lets out a soft, wistful sigh.

Rivienne reflectively adds, "It always felt, to me, as though the garden itself was hosting the gathering, and we were simply guests."

Rivienne measuredly says, "Around nine elven, our sense of smell naturally sharpens, almost as if the body is tuned to meet the moment when night-blooming flowers begin to release their perfume. The effect feels intentional, like a signal."

(Rivienne lets a smile linger.)

Rivienne knowingly remarks, "The finest night gardens hold their fragrance just beyond reach, letting it drift in waves rather than overwhelm."

Wylnar lets his gaze wander over to you, his attention lingering for a few beats, one pale brow slightly arched.

Rivienne says, "Clusters of scented plants are arranged near seating areas so that each breeze carries a different note, a subtle composition of layered aromas."

Rivienne explains, "Container plants make this art easier, allowing scents to be moved and rearranged as the season shifts, or as one note grows too dominant."

Rivienne notes, "Herbs, sharp, green, and grounding, are part of the design, tempering the sweetness of white blossoms and adding a crisp edge that keeps the garden's breath alive and balanced."

Rivienne thoughtfully states, "The shape of a night garden is defined first by its structure. Hedges, topiary, trees, and shrubs lend the garden a sense of age and permanence, the kind of maturity that makes a garden feel lived in."

Rivienne says, "Paths and patios frame how it is walked, while arbors and lattices rise to lift climbing plants into moonlight."

Lissaya surreptitiously glances at you.

Rivienne notes, "Movement is part of the design, the rustle of grasses bending in the breeze, the faint chime of wind bells, or the mirrored flicker of candlelight in a shallow basin of water. Every element is placed not just for beauty, but to invite pause."

Rivienne evenly says, "Lighting in a night garden is meant to guide, never to dazzle. A single lantern, or the low flicker of candles, can soften the edges of every shape, making faces glow, skin luminous, and eyes catch the light."

Rivienne continues, "The placement of light becomes an art in itself. Grazing light brushed against textured stone, uplighting that gives a tree subtle majesty, shadowing that turns a statue into a silhouette on the wall."

Rivienne states, "Moonlighting, hung high in the overstory of branches, mimics the pale dapple of a clear night. Especially when the sky is overcast. The trick is restraint. To light only what needs to be seen, and let darkness carry the rest."

Missoni smiles.

Rivienne says, "The plants of a night garden are chosen for the way they transform in the dark. Whites, silvers, and pale hues seem to hold the light, while blues and violets deepen into something luminous under the stars."

Wylnar nods approvingly.

Vanathys looks thoughtfully at Rivienne.

Rivienne removes a richly pleated eburnean moonflower from in her jet silk coat.

Rivienne says, "A hedge of yew or other dark foliage serves as a backdrop, making its pale blooms appear to glow. Night-blooming jasmine climbs arbors and trellises, releasing its heady perfume in intervals."

(Rivienne idly traces the moonflower's soft petals as she speaks, her words unhurried.)

Rivienne says, "Tuberose, the 'mistress of the night', sends up spires of fragrance while moonflowers unfurl in a sudden rush, their large, white petals open for only one night before they close forever."

(Rivienne unfurls her fingers into an open palm, splaying them briefly before closing them back into a soft fist.)

Rivienne says, "Silver leaves of lavender, lamb's ear, and white sage catch light like brushed metal, and add herbal notes and a dry spice to the melange."

Rivienne remarks, "You are likely all familiar with petunias, yet may not realize that their sweet vanilla-like fragrance is released almost exclusively at night."

Arbeia smiles.

Rivienne put a richly pleated eburnean moonflower in her jet silk coat.

Rivienne says, "Honeysuckle, too, softens into its full sweetness after dusk, weaving threads of scent through the cooler air."

Rivienne adds, "Evening primrose and night phlox, flowering tobacco and heliotrope, wisteria and nightshades, each one adding its own note to the symphony. The plants are planned to blossom in succession, so that each evening offers something new."

Rivienne continues, "A night garden lives not only through its plants but through the creatures it draws."

Rivienne removes a marbled green luna moth from in her jet silk coat.

Rivienne says, "Moths, pale-winged and restless, are guided by fragrance and the steady light of the moon. Other light sources confuse them, but in the darkness of a true night garden, they follow their ancient rhythms, pollinating far more widely than bees."

Ionlas glances at Gilenir.

Rivienne explains, "Every moth is bound to a plant, often a tree, that completes its life cycle. Without it, the moth cannot exist. This luna moth, for instance, begins and ends its life entwined with the persimmon tree. Its larvae feed on its leaves, and it took its first flight from its boughs. The tree and the moth are part of one anothers story."

Ionlas squints at Gilenir.

Eruien gazes at Rivienne.

(Rivienne tilts the moth slightly, tracing the arc of an eye spot with a hovering fingertip.)

Rivienne observes, "The markings on their wings are often quiet warnings, mimicking the unblinking eyes of snakes or the wide gaze of owls, reminders of what else moves in the night."

Gilenir nods sagely at Ionlas.

Ionlas folds his arms over his chest as he leans back in his chair.

Rivienne says, "Fireflies appear as living sparks, rising and falling, each species flashing in a pattern as unique as a signature."

(Rivienne slowly uncups her hands, revealing the steady blue glow of a ghost firefly.)

Arelder gazes in wonder at Rivienne.

Rivienne states, "This is a unique species of firefly, called a blue ghost. Unlike the golden flicker of common fireflies, their light is a steady, ethereal blue that can last for nearly a minute at a time. They do not flash in patterns but drift like will-o'-wisps through the dark, their glow constant and haunting."

Wylnar reclines back even further, propped up on his elbows now as he listens to the lecture.

(Rivienne remains unfazed as the firefly slips free of her cupped hands, its light weaving upward before it veers toward the faintly glowing arathiel at her throat.)

Rivienne explains, "In certain places, entire colonies of fireflies flash in perfect unison, as though a single pulse runs through them all. It is not a strict rhythm but a wave, like candlelight being passed from one to another, flowing through the dark. The more they gather, the more their lights align, until an entire swath of forest or meadow seems to breathe, inhaling light, exhaling shadow."

Rivienne remarks, "Which, in a way, is exactly what they do. When they draw breath, compounds within their bodies meet the air and ignite, glowing until they release it again."

(Rivienne cuts short the firefly's flirtation with the arathiel and slips it back into her coat.)

Rivienne put a tiny lucent blue ghost firefly in her jet silk coat.

Rivienne says, "Glowworms weave a faint steady glow along moss beds or damp crevices, while foxfire, which refers to more than a single species of bio-luminescent fungi, lines fallen branches or old logs."

Rivienne says, "These glows are subtle but they lend the garden a sense of being alive. The presence of these creatures is proof of balance, a sign that the garden is part of something greater."

Rivienne says, "Water brings both movement and reflection to a night garden. A still, dark-lined pool can mirror the stars, becoming a moongazing basin."

Rivienne says, "Fountains and spills of water soften noise from beyond garden walls and the drift of floating candles moves the light."

Rivienne says, "The sky, too, is part of the design. Openings in the canopy frame constellations, and telescopes invite guests to look upward. Even circular paths and garden features can be arranged to echo the passage of the moons. A nod to the idea, as above, so below."

(Rivienne moves her hand, using her fingertips to trace the line of an invisible circle in the air before her.)

Rivienne says, "The influence of the moons stirs both groundwater and growth, and the night garden, like the tides, responds to their phases."

Rivienne elaborates, "Their shifting cycles set the pace for planting, tending, and harvesting, especially for botanicals meant for magical or alchemical use."

Rivienne warns, "No planting is done on the day or night of the new moon, when energy is unsettled and the pull is at its lowest."

Rivienne says, "As the moon begins to wax, so do the plants, drawing in moisture and strength, marking the the time to sow seeds and encourage new growth."

Rivienne notes, "The full moon is a moment of culmination, its broad light drawing water to the surface of the soil, making it the ideal time for harvesting botanicals at their peak potency."

Rivienne says, "As the moon wanes, the garden enters a phase of release and preparation. Pruning, clearing, and readying for the next cycle."

Rivienne says, "Thank you for listening, for walking this garden path with me in thought and memory."

Wylnar sits up straight.

Wylnar applauds Rivienne.

Arbeia applauds politely.

Rivienne shares, "I believe every scent carries a story, and a night garden tells a new story with every nightfall."

Rivienne proudly states, "In Loenthra, some of us hold that the highest art is to become a muse unto others."

Speaking to Rivienne, Ionlas says, "I need one now."

Rivienne gently concludes, "If my words have stirred something in you, a wish to create or to see the ordinary differently, then my purpose here is complete."

Vanathys agrees with Ionlas.

Eruien applauds Rivienne.

You applaud Rivienne warmly.
</pre>
===Pruned, Twisted, and Bewitched: An Overview of Magically Altered Flora -- Professor [[Vanathys|Vanathys Ravistel]] Vaalor===
<pre{{log2}}>
Vanathys begins, "Good afternoon. I'm Vanathys Ravistel, Royal Botanist to Ta'Vaalor. Today, we will discuss an overview of magical plant alteration, touching briefly on a range of techniques, their theoretical bases, and ethical implications."

Ionlas gazes at Vanathys.

Arbeia turns an inquisitive ear toward Vanathys.

Vanathys glances at a rectangular slate board propped on an easel.

You gaze with interest at Vanathys.

Vanathys says, "A brief outline is available on the board."

>read board

In the Common language, it reads:

Pruned, Twisted, and Bewitched:
An Overview of Magically Altered Flora

I. Techniques
A. Symbiotic Grafting
B. Elemental or Spiritual Infusion
C. Rune-Grafting
D. Transpositional Binding
E. Emotional or Empathetic Imprinting
II. Inheritance
III. Ethics and Sentience

Vanathys points out, "This is meant to be more of a survey to establish a foundational knowledge rather than an exhaustive exploration of the topic."

Lissaya shifts her eyes to a rectangular slate board propped on an easel.

Vanathys folds his hands behind his back.

Ibar takes a moment to observe a rectangular slate board propped on an easel.

Vanathys says, "The first technique will be perhaps the most familiar to you, as it can also be done to lesser effect without magic--symbiotic grafting."

Eruien glances at Ionlas.

Vanathys explains, "Symbiotic grafting is favored by nature-attuned practitioners, druids, and the Greengair. It's considered the gentlest of techniques, as it involves binding compatible plants together using naturally aligned magical fields."

[Arboretum, Arboreal Gallery]
Verdant-curtained foliage drapes across the fallen arboreal forms scattered along the forest floor, the various trunks and elongated branches sculpted around the archways encircling the dome. Vibrantly colored toadstools encircle the moss-covered tables nestled into the soil, the clusters framed by branch-crafted easels and twine-hung yll'suta. Birdsong echoes throughout the area, the avians hidden amongst the canopy of greenery set high above. You also see a flying black portfolio, a vexed wasteland spirit that is flying around, a large vibrant harlequin macaw parrot, a yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake covered in star anises, a lazy wild deep red dog, a green-eyed ridge caracal, a rectangular slate board propped on an easel and a low oval planter sporting white and lavender hollyhocks.
Also here: Ibar who is sitting, Adjutant Yunni, Rivienne who is sitting, Tikba who is sitting, Loremaster Rohese who is sitting, Stassy, Feriae who is sitting, Lord Gilenir, Aubriella who is sitting, Fleurs who is sitting, Oirisu who is sitting, Bathcwyn Missoni who is sitting, Riend who is sitting, Miss Lissaya who is sitting, Arbeia who is sitting, Lord Eruien who is sitting, Lord Ionlas who is sitting, Vanathys
Obvious paths: out

Vanathys eloquently says, "Rather than forcing traits from one onto the other, it encourages mutual adaptation over time through shared root systems, entwined stems, or joined vascular systems."

Vanathys offhandedly notes, "I've found growth cycles and lunar or seasonal conditions can affect the success rate, though the exact conditions required vary by plant."

Vanathys suggests, "It's best to keep a detailed log of your attempts."

Vanathys shares, "Symbiotic grafting relies on the principle of life resonance or the idea that living organisms with compatible energetic rhythms can merge gradually without trauma."

Eruien squints at Vanathys.

Eruien whispers something to Ionlas.

You see Lord Eruien Lithavir the Living Canvas and Most Esteemed Representative of Ta'Loenthra.
He appears to be a Loenthra Elf.
He is tall and has a lithe body. He appears to be young and robust. He has subtly tilted, azure-flecked sea green eyes and unlined pale skin. He has long, silky ginger hair drawn into a loose half-braid by a loop of naefira-carved resaeun. He has a long, softly angled face, a straight nose and broad shoulders.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a translucent filament strung with a single drop of fused glass, a cropped sueded jacket dyed a rich larkspur blue hue, a deep-plunging charcoal brocade waistcoat cut short at the ribs over a sheer chiffon shirt veiled in floral embroidery across the chest, a finger-spanning coiled silver ring kissed with powdered amethyst, a pair of pearl grey twill trousers slit at the calves to reveal lace godets, and a pair of mirror-shined leather brogues with cutout vamps.

Rohese lowers her gaze.

Vanathys says, "Unlike sorcerous grafting, which we will discuss later, this process fosters balance and longevity, albeit the results can take time to manifest."

Gilenir nods in agreement.

Vanathys says, "This symbiotic grafting can be used to build disease or weather-resistant hybrids, share resources between plants with different root depths, and amplify the traits of hybrid plants through this harmony."

Yunni looks lost in thought.

Vanathys paces before the crowd as he gets more into the lecture, his hands talking with him.

Vanathys says, "An example of symbiotic grafting that is done with and without magic is apple and pear grafting. These fruit trees are closely aligned genetically, and as such, they have been successfully grafted onto shared rootstocks and harmonize quite well."

Vanathys says, "While symbiotic grafting is a slow process intended for long-term use, there are other methods that will return results quite quickly, albeit temporarily."

Rohese cocks her head at Vanathys.

Vanathys adds, "The first, and perhaps most common, is through elemental or spiritual infusion. This is most closely aligned to how the Farming Circles of magic work."

Vanathys asks, "Anyone here from an agricultural family?"

Speaking to Tikba, Vanathys says, "You will likely be familiar with some of this."

Vanathys nods at Rivienne.

Vanathys explains, "Those aligned with elemental or spiritual manas may induce temporary changes in plants by exposing them to controlled magical fields, typically in saturation."

Vanathys continues, "There are innumerable ways to do this, but in all cases, the magical energy must be gradually introduced in low doses to avoid a violent reaction from the plant's essence. After all, infusions rely on resonance harmonization with the plant's natural energy."

Vanathys holds up two fingers and slowly pinches them together until they are almost touching.

Vanathys says, "Slow and steady, as they say."

Vanathys evenly elaborates, "Individual practitioners will typically use a spell circle or a channeling apparatus aligned with their chosen element or spiritual frequency, alongside catalytic materials. Depending on the plant, the changes intended, and the plant's temperament, this can be a long and exhausting process, taking anywhere from minutes to hours."

Vanathys says, "In a larger farming setup, generally much of this becomes automated through the use of attuned crystals bound to the mana flows that give off a low, steady stream of energy to the plants."

(Rohese gives you a slight nod with a hopeful smile.)

Vanathys says, "The intended changes include accelerated growth, elemental or disease resistance, or sometimes even bioluminescence."

Vanathys says, "If you are into glowing plants, at least."

Vanathys notes, "This interaction does not restructure the plant's core essence, it is more of an overlay, so the effects are not enduring beyond the magical influence, and as such, not inheritable."

Vanathys continues, "Where symbiotic grafting and elemental or spiritual infusion are more flow magic, rune-grafting is a more rote form of flora manipulation."

Vanathys clears his throat.

Vanathys says, "Transitory in nature, this is most commonly completed on trees or shrubs, though it can be done on other types of plants if the surrounding soil is used or they have a taproot or some other larger structure to work on."

Vanathys adds, "Cacti are agreeable to this, for example."

Vanathys simply shares, "Though this is likely obvious, this method involves inscribing magical symbols or embedding enchanted runes into a plant's bark--or roots, or soil."

Vanathys emphatically says, "This can be used to great effect to enhance traits such as growth rate, environmental reactivity, or minor autonomous movement; essentially, you have turned the plant into a spellbook, so there are few limitations to what you can make it do, but it is far more specific and guided than in the prior, more naturally driven techniques."

Vanathys gives a sidelong glance at Oirisu.

Vanathys sheepishly admits, "The weeping willow at my estate once slapped anyone who lied nearby. Delightful at parties, really, though I can't say I enjoyed it when I was on the receiving end."

Oirisu appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Arbeia gawks at Vanathys.

Vanathys laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.

Missoni gazes in amusement at Vanathys.

Vanathys adds, "It was very, very sensitive to untruths."

Vanathys remarks, "But, eventually, and most fortunately, the bark grew over it."

Vanathys says, "This form of plant alteration must be constantly maintained, lest the plant outgrow them and the magic is lost."

Arbeia says, "Perhaps not use that on a cacti."

Arbeia says, "Being slapped by one would..."

Vanathys laughs!

Vanathys agrees with Arbeia.

Missoni glances over at Arbeia and winces.

Vanathys sweeps his gaze over the crowd, his demeanor becoming more serious.

Vanathys says, "The last two methods we'll discuss today are discussed purely in an intellectual capacity, as I do not suggest you ever use either of these techniques."

You glance at a rectangular slate board propped on an easel.

Missoni cocks her head.

Vanathys quietly inquires, "Have you ever seen a rose that grows from lichen and smells like grief?"

Vanathys grimly shares, "I have. Not by my hand, mind you, but it was a victim of transpositional binding."

Vanathys expounds, "Also known as sorcerous grafting, transpositional binding is an experimental method that utilizes minor planar rifts to graft traits between species or bind... external attributes."

Vanathys frowns.

Aubriella says, "That sounds dangerous."

Vanathys seriously warns, "The issue is that planar rifts do not ask permission. They do not ask for direction. They splice and scramble as they will. The results are... unpredictable and dangerous, albeit often memorable."

Rohese nods faintly.

Fleurs glances about with a look of concern on her face.

Vanathys says, "Transpositional binding typically results in spontaneous hybridization or unintended mutation. This is considered an extremely volatile practice."

Arbeia says, "Do not try this Missoni."

Rohese interestedly interjects, "I will actually be touching on that later."

Vanathys warningly adds, "It's also ethically questionable when involving unstable planes, which it often does."

Vanathys cautions, "Prolonged exposure to demonic valences may create hostile or predatory botanical forms. Most academic institutions severely restrict or completely ban this practice."

Arbeia quietly says, "A hostile cactus...."

Speaking to Arbeia, Missoni reassures, "I mostly only create planar rifts I can control."

Arbeia shudders.

Vanathys says, "On that serious note, the last method we'll discuss today seems most innocent and well-intentioned, perhaps particularly when juxtaposed with sorcerous grafting. However, it can be just as, if not at times more, controversial."

Vanathys warmly remarks, "Some botanists and other enthusiasts, usually those with soft hands and softer hearts, enjoy whispering, talking, singing, or praying to their plants."

Rohese softly giggles.

Vanathys evenly elaborates, "If intentionally driven by empathic projection or spiritual resonance, emotion can be imprinted into a plant. This is done through meditative or emotionally focused states to bond with the plant over prolonged and repeat periods of time."

Vanathys continues, "To condition the plant, the individual may then use a variety of techniques, including (but not limited to) aura synchronization, ritual verbalizations of stories or chanting, musical entrainment, or behavioral reinforcement."

Vanathys explains, "For example, a vine may learn to recoil from cruelty. A rose may be conditioned to bloom to music or laughter. It's gentler work."

Ionlas looks thoughtfully at Vanathys.

Vanathys grimly adds, "And sometimes, more dangerous."

Vanathys says, "You see, emotional or empathetic imprinting alters the plant's behavioral response matrix rather than its structure."

Vanathys paces slowly as he continues explaining.

Vanathys postulates, "This treads a fine line between adaptive behavior and... well, emergent cognition, straying precariously close to sentience and raising serious moral concerns."

Vanathys seriously reminds, "A flower that mourns when picked is not a success story."

Vanathys glances around the area.

Eruien nods slowly.

Lissaya shifts her weight.

Vanathys says, "On the note of altering structure and behaviors, let's briefly discuss inheritance."

Vanathys says, "Many ask, 'If I grow a luminous cabbage, will its seedlings grow?' The short answer is, no."

Vanathys chuckles.

Vanathys corrects, "Glow, even."

Vanathys amusedly adds, "The longer answer is still no, unless you are working ritualistically, repeatedly, and with enough time to convince the plant it was always that way."

Vanathys explains, "Generally speaking, a magical alteration is an overlay that exists atop the natural essence, not a genetic change."

Vanathys says, "Exceptions typically occur only with extensive, generational magical reinforcement."

Vanathys says, "Another exception is during major magical events. Think Maelshyve or Old Ta'Faendryl or Toullaire. Excessive exposure to high levels of magical energy will typically mutate any plants it does not kill, at an essential and genetic level, but this is not typically directed by an individual to obtain desired results."

Missoni adopts an agreeable expression.

Vanathys offhandedly theorizes, "The influx of energy at leylines could accelerate the acceptance of magical reinforcement, but this is still up for debate."

(Rohese perks up at the mention of leylines.)

Vanathys adds, "The inheritable effects of transpositional binding are still being studied by a highly regulated few, as the resulting plants are typically too unpredictable and dangerous to manage to breed."

Vanathys says, "...Minus the ones that repeatedly self-replicate at astonishing speed."

Vanathys says, "This brings us to the last topic--sentient flora and ethical concerns."

Vanathys jokes, "Let's be frank: If your azalea cries when you prune it, maybe don't."

Vanathys says, "Sentience in plants is rare, but not unheard of, particularly around high-energy regions near spiritual or elemental nexuses."

Missoni gazes in amusement at Vanathys.

Vanathys says, "Recognizable signs of sentience include reactive movement, vocalization, response to pain or praise, and memory-like behavior."

Vanathys jokingly says, "It may even scream at you or ask for a hug."

Vanathys glances at a yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake covered in star anises.

Vanathys emphasizes, "Ethically, the line is drawn at response to harm. A vine that recoils, whimpers, or heals itself is not merely alive--it's aware."

Vanathys pointedly repeats, "It's aware."

Vanathys instructs, "At this point, avoid forcing magical compliance--or what we often call sympathetic dominance. You should be treating cognitively responsive flora as living subjects with autonomy and potential rights."

Vanathys says, "That being said, I've provided the standard definitions for sentience as generally accepted in the botanical studies community. There are ethical debates even about that."

Vanathys gently notes, "Some believe all plants have a spirit or a soul, and as such, all could be considered sentient--essentially, not reacting as we expect to stimuli does not mean they are not having a response we cannot see or feel or hear. These people are generally opposed to magical alteration."

Vanathys carefully reminds, "In cultures where flora play religious or ancestral roles, this form of magic may be considered a sacrilege. As such, always consult local custom and spiritual doctrine before experimenting."

Vanathys warningly points out, "Finally, introducing awareness--whether you mean to or not--carries a moral responsibility."

Arbeia nods knowingly.

Lissaya wrinkles her nose.

Vanathys delicately reflects, "Is a flower that blooms only for praise truly bettered, or is it imprisoned by need?"

Vanathys raises an eyebrow.

Vanathys glances around the area.

Vanathys sincerely counsels, "Magical manipulation of plant life represents a delicate intersection of arcane methodology and natural order. It requires respect, restraint, and rigorous ethical consideration at all times."

Vanathys concludes, "Our role is not to dominate, but to collaborate with nature with both responsibility and humility."

Vanathys appreciatively says, "Thank you for your attention. I will now open the floor for questions."

Arbeia says, "What are your personal thoughts on...."

Arbeia asks, "The magical... root vegetables?"

Vanathys glances at a yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake covered in star anises.

Arbeia says, "Those odd little...singing ones."

Arbeia says, "No no."

Arbeia says, "Not the mandrakes."

Arbeia says, "The...potato."

Fleurs pets a budding sentient potato wearing a plush brown teddy bear costume.

Lissaya wrinkles her nose in distaste.

Vanathys says, "Oh, the potatoes..."

Arbeia nods at Vanathys.

Vanathys says, "I honestly have not studied them. I expect they are some form of transpositional binding that managed not to kill someone."

Vanathys says, "But, it is only an educated guess."

Vanathys asks, "Any other questions?"

Fleurs raises her hand.

Rohese raises her hand.

Fleurs asks, "Is the volatility of the plants in the Confluence due to the magical energy you speak of?"

Fleurs says, "Some of them can... explode... if mishandled."

Vanathys nods.

Fleurs nods understandingly.

Vanathys says, "Excessive exposure to high-levels of energy does multiple things to plants... If they are resilient enough not to expire, it tends to mutate them in violent ways."

Vanathys says, "They are more volatile, more resistant to damage or poor conditions..."

Vanathys says, "Exploding, poison, burning, rash-causing irritants... all more common."

Vanathys nods.

Arbeia shudders.

Vanathys says, "Particularly when, as mentioned with the elemental and spiritual infusion, it's not done slowly."

Yunni quietly murmurs, "Exploding?"

Vanathys says, "Saturation is possible but it needs to be gradual to avoid the reaction."

Fleurs says, "Oh, things shift in there all the time."

Fleurs nods in agreement.

Rohese wrinkles her nose.

Arbeia quietly says, "Exploding cacti..."

Speaking to Rohese, Vanathys asks, "Did you have a question?"

Speaking to Arbeia, Fleurs says, "Almost."

Rohese softly exclaims, "I do!"

Speaking softly to Vanathys, Rohese asks, "In the case of a grafting experiment that someone else is undertaking - where it is likely to take quite some time to complete - is it possible for another to take it over in their absence or would you recommend leaving that project to fend for itself - for want of a better term?"

Ibar whispers aloud, "As if i dont have to worry about exploding enough."

Speaking to Rohese, Vanathys says, "That's complicated and depends on your philosophical thought about the nature of plants on a more spiritual level."

Speaking quietly to Rohese, Feriae admits, "I've been watering it a bit when doing the rounds."

Arbeia fiddles with her mesquite case before lifting the latch and flipping the cover open.

Arbeia removes a diminutive camel-shaped topiary from in her mesquite case.

Speaking gratefully to Feriae, Rohese says, "Thank you."

Arbeia removes a pair of silver pruning shears from in her mesquite case.

Speaking to Rohese, Vanathys says, "I would say it's entirely possible, without issue, if you know what you are doing. However, there are many that think it would require some sort of spiritual bond with it, after it has been altered by another."

Arbeia prunes her topiary.

Arbeia smiles.

Speaking to Rohese, Vanathys says, "Also possible to take over, I would think, but you may need to do so more slowly, gently, and intentionally."

Rohese softly says, "I am inclined to tend it out of affection as it was - is - my husband's work."

Rohese softly says, "So with care then."

Speaking to Rohese, Vanathys says, "I would say that if the latter is true, then, that you are already a step ahead in the bond."

Fleurs says, "Watering seems quite gentle."

Vanathys asks, "Any other questions?"

Missoni raises her hand.

Eruien raises his hand.

Speaking appreciatively to Vanathys, Rohese says, "Thank you, I shall endeavour to live up to his intentions."

Speaking to Eruien, Vanathys says, "No."

Speaking to Missoni, Vanathys asks, "Yes, Missoni?"

Missoni gazes in amusement at Eruien.

Eruien laughs!

Oirisu surreptitiously glances at Eruien.

Missoni says, "You have mentioned that magical manipulation often has volatile effects, such as creating more poisonous specimens."

Speaking to Missoni, Vanathys says, "If done improperly, yes."

Oirisu whispers something to Eruien.

Speaking to Vanathys, Missoni asks, "Has such manipulation been used to make poisonous plants perhaps...safer?"

Speaking to Missoni, Vanathys says, "It absolutely has and can be done. Symbiotic grafting is a good way to handle it, but so is spiritual infusion."

Speaking to Missoni, you ask, "Would that be in pursuit of uncovering useful qualities that may be guarded beyond a perilous gate?"

Vanathys says, "It may be difficult to find a compatible symbiotic graft, but if you can find one that has natural properties that resist poison, it could be technically used to dampen rather than amplify the poisonous effects of the hybrid."

Speaking to you, Missoni says, "Yes, or even to address concerns in an ecosystem. If a monarch could eat something besides milkweed, perhaps such populations could be bolstered."

Vanathys says, "Otherwise, I would say you could use spiritual infusion to dampen them, but keep in mind that once the fruit or leaf or other structure is severed from the plant, it would likely lose that dampening effect."

Speaking to Missoni, Vanathys says, "However, it would work in that context."

Missoni nods thoughtfully at Vanathys.

You nod understandingly.

Aubriella says, "There are some berries and plants that naturally remove poison."

Speaking to Vanathys, Missoni asks, "That is quite fascinating. So once you plucked the berry from the magically altered plant, it would become poisonous again?"

Missoni says, "I suppose that does makes sense. The influence of the rune or other means of manipulation is gone."

Missoni leans forward and rests her chin in her hand, a thoughtful expression on her face.

Speaking to Missoni, Vanathys says, "It could. Though, there's a possibility if you start a continuous infusion from seeding, perhaps it would never formulate the poisonous aspects."

Missoni nods slowly.

Vanathys says, "I've never tried."

Vanathys says, "I probably will now."

Vanathys laughs!

Aubriella begins chuckling at Vanathys!

Speaking to Vanathys, Missoni exclaims, "I hope you will let us know how it goes!"

Vanathys says, "In truth, most of my work for Ta'Vaalor goes into building resistances for crop yields."

Speaking to Vanathys, Fleurs says, "It was nice knowing you."

Riend slowly empties her lungs.

Vanathys asks, "Any other questions, other than from Lord Lithavir?"

Arbeia begins chuckling at Vanathys!

Eruien says, "It was only mildly sarcastic."

Arbeia says, "Mildly."

Speaking softly to Eruien, Rohese commends, "Mildly is an improvement."

Vanathys says, "Excellent. If there are no other questions, I'll conclude so we have time to rest our brains before Rohese's upcoming lecture."
</pre>

===Verdant Symbiosis: Communion, Ritual and Reverence -- Lady Rohese Bayvel===
<pre{{log2}}>Rohese softly says, "Well, I've finished my tea so I don't have an excuse now."

Arbeia smiles at Rohese.

Rohese glances around the area.

Rohese softly greets, "Good afternoon, everyone!"

Yunni beams happily at Rohese!

Rohese folds her hands.

Rohese softly says, "In yesterday's lecture, we briefly explored how the sentience and survival of trees is interwoven with the lives of the smaller, often-overlooked flora and fauna that dwell in their leafy shade and furrowed bark."

Rohese softly says, "It would be remiss to speak of symbiosis and sentience within our forests without reflecting on our place in it..."

Rohese wrinkles her nose.

Rohese softly continues, "...how we also participate in the verdant orchestra of Elanthia."

Rohese softly remarks, "We are not merely observers of the wild, nor masters over it; we are collaborators, interpreters, and sometimes even supplicants."

Tikba looks thoughtfully at Rohese.

Rohese softly says, "Across Elanith, we have long cultivated bonds with the natural world; not only through stewardship, but through communion, ritual, and reverence."

Rohese softly says, "And it is this latter part that I wish to cover today."

Rohese brightly says, "Let us start close to home."

Rohese softly says, "Among the elves of Ta'Illistim, our relationship with trees is one of careful observation and scholarly deference."

Rohese softly informs, "We tend to view the world as a great library and trees are some of the books whereby we may read and see the traits attributed to the Arkati: their supposed power, wisdom, goodness, and malevolence."

Rohese softly adds, "For as trees are books, so likewise in the same sense they have a voice and speak plainly to us and teach us if we are willing to listen."

Rohese softly elaborates, "During our Udienaeun, we consult the language of leaf, bark and branch as we might consult a library, for trees have long memories, and their patterns of growth and flowering can reveal more than soil or season."

Rohese softly says, "Some among the Loremasters - particularly the palaeoreaders - practice dendromancy, the art of divination by the reading of bark fissures that are said to predict cycles of unrest or renewal."

Rohese softly says, "The glowbark tree in the Veythorne Manor grounds, beloved to me and woven deeply into my own work, has become both muse and oracle."

Rohese reaches out with a complex gesture and activates the panel of her agara-fae wristlet. Silvery white will-o'-wisps suddenly appear and dance in the air before coalescing and shifting into a majestic glowbark tree illusion.

Rohese purses her mouth, pondering a majestic glowbark tree illusion. The expression on her face speaks volumes.

Rohese softly says, "Its luminous canopy pulses brighter during times of emotional or magical turbulence, leading some to believe it responds to more than just moonlight."

Rohese softly says, "In Ta'Nalfein, the elves there, who are more attuned to cultivation and refinement, have preserved a courtly tradition of floromancy, using the arrangement, colour, and bloom-time of flowers for both communication and prediction."

Gilenir nods once.

Rohese softly says, "A blossom out of season is viewed as a subtle portent, while the emergence of a second bloom on a fading vine may be taken as a sign of renewal or resurgence."

Vanathys gives a sidelong glance at Oirisu.

Rohese smiles at Oirisu.

Speaking softly to Oirisu, Rohese says, "Perhaps you might share more on that some time."

Vanathys smiles quietly to himself.

Rohese softly says, "Nalfein terraced gardens are planted not just for aesthetic or alchemical use, but with patterns intended to resonate with prophetic dreams."

Oirisu nods briefly at Rohese.

Rohese softly says, "Their diviners often sleep in glass arboreta to receive such visions more clearly, surrounded by carefully curated flora."

Rohese softly says, "And it comes as no surprise that flora figures significantly in their Black Rose Decks."

Rohese removes a vine-edged hunter green deck painted with a black rose from in her linden case.

Ionlas murmurs, "Interesting."

Pulling the first card of the deck, Rohese slowly turns it over and presents it for all to see. The decorative placard has a tangled vine border sporting black tea roses, while the center colorfully displays the image of a pale dark yellow daffodil crown upon a long green stalk. After a brief moment, she carefully adds it to the bottom of her deck.

Rohese smiles.

Stassy says, "That sounds amazing."

Pulling the first card of the deck, Rohese slowly turns it over and presents it for all to see. The decorative placard has a tangled vine border sporting black tea roses, while the center colorfully displays the image of a delicate violet surrounded by wide leaves. After a brief moment, she carefully adds it to the bottom of her deck.

Rohese put a vine-edged hunter green deck painted with a black rose in her linden case.

Rohese softly says, "In contrast, the Ardenai elves of the Darkling Wood preserve a raw, ancient form of plant symbiosis, often centred around the deep groves of their homeland, as well as their more widely known custom of floral symbolism."

Rohese surreptitiously glances at Yunni.

Rohese softly says, "To them, all things speak, given the correct stillness to listen."

Rohese softly points out, "As well as Wind-sight - the simple release of natural debris and subsequent interpretation of its fall - they also practice rhyllomancy, an oral tradition of interpreting the creaks, groans, and leaf-fall of ancient trees."

Ibar surreptitiously glances at Yunni.

Rohese snaps out her hand with a complex gesture. An ethereal illusion of a sun-dappled forest glade appears above the palm of her hand, wavers briefly, and vanishes.

Rohese softly says, "Certain practitioners are known to sit unmoving beneath the same tree for days, awaiting the forest's reply to questions unspoken."

Rohese softly repeats, "Days!"

Rohese softly says, "Sylvans embody a more intuitive communion."

Rohese softly says, "Their seers listen to the rustle of wind through leaves or the cadence of falling pinecones."

Rohese softly says, "Some practice aeromancy by interpreting the spiral of windblown petals or the song of migratory birds overhead."

Rohese softly says, "I have been privileged to witness them drawing fate-lines in the dew of morning leaves and reading droplets like the starstones of the Burghal Gnomes spread upon a table."

Rohese softly says, "And we must not forget the Forest Gnomes, whose bond with the wild is as practical as it is magical."

Rohese softly continues, "They turn to lichenomancy or the "ohoc nuu," divining outcomes by the shape and spread of lichen on stones and fallen logs."

Rohese softly says, "The Inyexat, on the other hand, have perfected myco- and sporemancy, interpreting the growth patterns of fungi clusters or the colour of mycelial threads in the soil."

Rivienne smiles.

Rohese softly says, "It is said that some gnomes divine safe routes through the forest not with map or compass, but by watching how certain mosses curl when touched at dawn."

Rohese interestedly says, "Their bond with insects too is woven into their augury: a swarm's movement across a stump, or a single beetle pausing atop a seed, may mean more to a gnome than a hundred words."

Rohese wrinkles her nose.

Rohese softly says, "Together, these traditions form a kind of collective wisdom, diverse in method, united in intent."

Rohese softly says, "They remind us that nature is not passive matter, but a partner."

You nod slowly.

Rohese softly says, "It offers signs, patterns, and omens for those with the patience to perceive them."

Rohese softly says, "To read a tree's leaf is not so different from reading a rune."

Rohese smiles quietly to herself.

Rohese softly says, "To sit in close proximity to a Mother Tree in silence is to place one's trust in the world's older rhythms."

Rohese softly says, "Beyond their role in divination, the plants of Elanthia also offer us gifts more immediate and tangible..."

Rohese softly says, "...their virtues of healing, restoration, and gentle remedy."

Rohese softly says, "Long before empaths mastered the binding of flesh or bones, the forest offered poultices, tinctures, and infusions to soothe both the body, mind, and spirit."

Rohese softly says, "Though spell casting may offer swift cures, many still turn to herbal alchemy for its subtle touch and natural rhythm."

Rohese softly notes, "Basal moss, for example, grows on the bark of deciduous trees and can repair minor bruising, cuts and scrapes to the eyes and torso."

Missoni smiles.

Rohese softly says, "And red lichen, a symbiotic combination of algae and fungus, is often found crawling along the bark of fir trees."

Rohese softly informs, "When brewed as an infusion, it is a good cure for minor nerve damage."

Rohese softly says, "Magic breathes through stone, metal ore, and plant alike and our relationship to the natural world is never neutral."

Rohese softly says, "We are guests, yes, but also kin."

Rohese softly opines, "The trees may outlive us, but they remember our kindness or our neglect."

Rohese nods faintly.

Rohese reluctantly admits, "Though it is in my nature to dwell on harmony, beauty, and connection, I must turn now, however briefly, to the shadows that gather when such kinship is forgotten."

Arbeia raises an eyebrow in Rohese's direction.

You cock your head.

Rohese softly says, "Some ancient forests still bear the scars of war or over-zealous timber production."

Rohese softly laments, "The once-thriving groves beyond Talador's borders were reduced to nothing - not by axe, but by unchecked ambition and reckless magic."

Tikba nods somberly at Rohese.

Yunni winces.

Rohese sadly remarks, "I have wandered their ashen grey mounds, and I did not hear birdsong."

Arbeia reaches out and touches her silver locket.

Rohese tightly says, "There are also some that seek to twist nature by cross-breeding plants and other materials via mundane methods or chaotic magical tempering."

Rohese softly reminds, "Lord Ravistel touched on this earlier in his fascinating lecture."

(Rohese nods in acknowledgement to Vanathys.)

Aubriella glances at Vanathys.

Rohese disgustedly says, "Mutated weeping willows and thew bark trees, like the monstrosities in Goblyn's so-called garden, do not belong in this world."

Vanathys nods at Rohese.

Rohese softly says, "There are also those who walk blindly or boldly across hallowed ground."

Rohese snaps out her hand with a complex gesture. A stately lasimor tree illusion appears above the palm of her hand, wavers briefly, and vanishes.

Rohese thoughtfully says, "How many give thought to the rare and towering lasimor - with its deep and spiritual resonance - as they head through the forest to the Mistwatch shore."

Rohese softly points out, "The tree is a living embodiment of sacred geometry."

Rohese softly elaborates, "Its trunk, formed from the entwining of at least three distinct saplings, reflects the principle of unity through multiplicity; a triadic form resonant with Elanthia's most ancient magical symbology."

Rohese softly says, "The intertwining pattern of its growth and the spiral alignment of its bark is believed to align with ley energy."

Vanathys nods slightly.

Rohese softly discloses, "The largest recorded lasimor, formed from seven interwoven trunks, is considered to be a sacred expression of the septenary; symbolizing wholeness, harmony, and elven superiority."

Eruien looks thoughtfully at Rohese.

Rohese softly reminds, "There were originally seven Elven Houses."

Rohese softly notes, "And seven colossal modwir trees in Yuriqen."

Rohese softly says, "But not all harm is wrought from malice."

Rohese smiles.

Rohese softly says, "More often, it is the footfall that does not pause to listen, the flame lit for convenience without thought for what lies nearby."

Rohese softly assures, "Yet, in naming these things, I do not seek to scold but to remind."

Rohese softly says, "For if we are capable of harming, we are equally capable of healing."

Rohese warmly recalls, "Just ask the Greengair Gnomes of the Yasrenila Compound in Ta'Vaalor."

Rohese softly says, "So let us choose reverence, and in so doing, become part of the same sacred pattern that threads through lichen, moss, flower, insect, and root."

Rohese softly concludes, "May we listen. May we learn. And may we always return to leaf shade with humility."

Rohese clasps her hands in a reverent gesture.

Rohese softly murmurs, "Thank you."

Missoni applauds Rohese warmly.

Gilenir applauds Rohese warmly.

Rohese nods appreciatively.

Rivienne applauds.

Rohese relievedly says, "And now I need more tea."

Rohese lets out a sigh of relief.

Speaking excitedly to Rohese, Gilenir exclaims, "That was wonderful, thank you!"

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===Lost Arts: Healing Secrets of Ardenai Folklore -- Lady Elaejia Silithyr===
<pre{{log2}}>You see Lady Elaejia Silithyr Loenthra the Benefactress.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is perfectly postured and has a muscled, but soft physique. She appears to be of indeterminate age. She has subtly tilted cobalt-violet eyes and waxen-looking, pale skin. She has very long, silky caramel-brushed blonde hair woven in a labyrinthine spiral braid, the length faintly illuminated by a series of viridian arathiel rings. She has a pair of horn-rimmed eyeglasses perched upon her nose and a noticeably drawn face. Faint shadows haunt the hollows of her eyes. She has a thin-boned, gracefully angular countenance, tapering to a softly pointed chin.
She has a band of silver-inked sigils on her wrist.
Umbral darkness writhes from her fingertips, a stain on her skin that seeps down from her knuckles and drifts languidly into the air from the ends of her pointed nails.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a braided golvern necklace suspending a starburst of bronze-rayed emerald, a shoulder-caught hunter green wool cape, a ring-bound trio of sepia leather straps over a garnet maedatha blouse, a slim band of vaalin-cradled aragless glinting from the left ring finger, some long-cut wool trousers dyed in dark tones, and some sepia leather boots fitted with gilt toe-caps.

You lightly say, "I don't believe I shall wait the customary few moments, it seems most of our attendees have made their way back already."

Teveriel unfolds his chair and carefully places the chair on the ground.

Settling himself onto an arboreal lasimor armchair sculptured from tangled branches, Teveriel leans back, cradled beneath a lifelike canopy of carved leaves.

You take a deep breath.

You evenly introduce, "Good afternoon scholars. For those who do not know me, I am Elaejia Silithyr Loenthra. Among other things, I have been researching the intersection between botany, mana foci, and ancient wisdom for the past four years."

You fold your hands behind your back, waiting patiently.

You continue, "I have previously had the honor of presenting some of my findings, such as those from the Broken Lands, and those from the folklore of Ta'Nalfein. Since then, I have continued my investigations and lately turned my attention most recently into folk remedies."

You say, "As we all know, botanical remedies are daily shown to be imbued with remarkable power to heal the body of even the most profound physical trauma. One need only show some patience, and most injuries can be healed completely with a combination of well-understood and readily available herbs."

You nod appreciatively at Rohese.

You affectedly say, "However, there remain other afflictions--" she pauses for three heartbeats, then resumes stiffly, "Other afflictions that defy our understanding. Limbs that refuse to regrow, eyes that remain clouded, exhaustion that resists all recuperation, even spirits sapped by some implacable force."

You close your eyes for a moment.

You say, "It is in this area that I have lately focused my efforts in looking for forgotten understandings hidden in folklore, and having made some strides, I will share my initial findings today. It is my hope that the seeds of inspiration for further research will quicken in others' hands, hastening any discoveries that await."

Missoni furrows her brow.

Rohese looks at you with concern.

You tilt your head up.

You say, "I have broken my notes on Ta'Ardenai's remedies into three parts. First order insights, those which are easily discerned from common tales and knowledge, point to flora useful in many applications. This knowledge tends to be presented straightforwardly, uncomplicatedly--"

You gently brush your caramel-brushed blonde hair away from your eyes and, with a deft twist of your wrist, tuck it back into its bindings.

You rattle off, "Thilban, a variety of thistle long admired by herbwives for its resiliency, is beneficial to the stomach and liver. Acipha bark, useful for minor aches and pains. Pixiebell berries, a mild soporific."

You continue, "Imiren toadstools, which feature heavily in fairy-ring tales, and thuja, indispensible to the druidic ceremonies of the northern Ardenai. Toxic larkspur, mentioned in a well-known Ardenai legend of Zelia dancing upon a hillside, is known to brighten the spirits in tiny doses."

You smile at Yunni.

You say, "For second order insights, we must be more discerning. These are sometimes mentioned in some tales alongside other obfuscating factors, clouding their uses but still leading one to look closer at possibilities. Or they may be called by unfamiliar names, or even warned away from as poisonous. Some examples include red wormwood, chaga fungus, roseroot and witchwood."

>l on work
On the haon-framed worktable:
Misc [3]: a twine-bound laboratory notebook, a sheaf of hastily scribbled notes, a haphazard array of half-filled vials and jars
Total items: 3

You reach out and touch a haphazard array of half-filled vials and jars on a haon-framed worktable.

Rohese nods slowly.

You briskly expound, "Therefore, modern herbalists have already deduced many of their uses which range from red wormwood expelling parasites, to chaga tea reducing swelling, to roseroot - a distinct plant unrelated to roses - combating fatigue and improving endurance," she appears ready to move on, but a distracted look crosses her features and she adds with a shake of her head, "...And witchwood berries -- quite toxic, but with proper preparation can be used medicinally."

Missoni gazes thoughtfully at a haphazard array of half-filled vials and jars on a haon-framed worktable.

Riend settles her gaze on you, watching you intently.

You bite your lip.

You nod.

You say, "Additional forms of second order insights found in some tales include particular modes of preparation or admixture, such as those highlighting the potency differences between tisanes and potions."

You note, "Look for examples there to the remedies common to Pinefar."

You say, "So, the method of gleaning clues thus established, it is onward to seek third order insights that we head, to those that lie hidden in seemingly irrelevant asides and digressions, or those that lead the mind in wholly new directions."

You remove a smooth ebon leather portfolio edged in copper from in your glossy leather satchel.

You carefully remove your white transcript from one of the sleeves in your leather portfolio.

You put an oversized white transcript on a haon-framed worktable.

You put a smooth ebon leather portfolio edged in copper in your glossy leather satchel.

Gilenir looks thoughtfully at you.

You inform, "The farthest reaches of Ta'Ardenai present the very earliest known beginnings of civilization on Elanith. It is an area of the world called first home by other cultures as well - some Kindred clans, Truefolk tribes, and others - and the interplay between them has not always been peaceful. Fraught history has resulted in folklore from diverse perspectives combining and changing in complex ways, making the distillation of knowledge into useful connections challenging."

>read trans

In the Common language, it reads:

The Wayfaring Tree

Think on the days of your grandsire's long-gone beginnings,
And on the time when his grandsire hunted the forest.
Autumn had come, and the leaves had begun their withering;
There rose a hunter named Maelen, keen-eyed and steady.
He would impress the new court at the Winter Crossing Springs,
Bringing them pelts of the finest and silkiest feeling.

Words of his grandsire still echoed beneath his memory:
"Though you may wander and never find road or return-way,
If you have brought your luck the Wayfaring tree will guide you,
Look for its silver-backed leaves, and be found in its shadow."
Hand to his pocket he reached and he touched the small token,
Felt the soft weight of his luck, and stepped into the forest.

Dralys'Vaen welcomed him, old with its breath full of secrets.
Three leagues he traveled the first night, through hush and twilight,
Set down a snare, then lay under the low-hanging cedar,
Closed his eyes slowly and drifted to deepening slumber.
Dreams came to Maelen: a hand on his shoulder with power,
Guiding him onward or warning of what lay before him.

Morning had broken - a hare in his snare lay waiting.
Still he walked deeper, his hunger not yet diminished.
Six leagues he strode on the second day into the shadow.
Found him a rowan with skirts drooping low over mosses,
There set a snare, and soon slept in darkling silence.

Voices whispered in his dreams, though their meanings eluded.
Morning had come, and a fat little polecat was captured
Still he pressed onward, the call of the hunt still upon him.
Nine leagues behind him, the third dusk closed in with silence.
Juniper trees rose around him, with branches like curtain,
Blue-grey and heavy; he slept in their fragrant enclosure.

This time he dreamt of a flame, barely burning but holding,
Fending off fingers of frost reaching in from the blackness.
Woke he at dawn, and his snare was in tatters and ruined;
All of the needles had dropped from the juniper's branches.
Fear now gripped him fast. He turned, but could find no direction.

Chill in the air, and a dampness that sank in his sinews,
And too his strength now was fading. Eyes closed, he touched his small token.
"Luck," he cried out, "bring me home through the forest unending!
Guide me once more to the tree with its silver-leaf branches -
Wayfaring Tree, may your blessing yet shine on my footsteps!"

Then, from the juniper rose a bird clothed in color
Feathers like feylight and skyfire in endless commotion.
Maelen gave chase, for he knew it was drawn from his fortune,
Led through the wood, to the tree with the silver-backed foliage,
Crimson its berries and rooted in ancient remembrance.
There at its base lay the trail that he knew from his youth.
Quickly he followed it, rushing back through the dark wood.

Nine leagues he walked to return to the rowan's enclosure.
There heard he whispers, now clear in the voice of the forest:
"Free now the polecat you slew for your pride and ambition."
He set it loose, and it blinked and then darted to shadow.
Coldness withdrew, like a mist burned away by the morning.

Back to the Wayfaring Tree did he run without resting.
Three leagues he walked and arrived at the cedar of dreaming.
Now felt the hand on his shoulder again, gently urging:
"Free now the hare that you smothered, and walk without burden."
He set it down, and it waked, fleeing to the hush of the forest.
All of the cold that had clung to his body was lifted.

Back to the silver'd tree one last time, lighting the path home;
Three final leagues, and there! His house in the distance,
He had no trophies nor prize in his hand for the nobles -
Only his luck, and the memory pressed hard in his soul.

You say, "One such legendary connection is to a large shrub known as a Wayfaring Tree, known less poetically as viburnum. Some more prosaic tales of the Wayfaring Tree say it leads one to treasure, or to the heart's desire. Still other superstitions say they lead departed spirits from Geldliran onward to their destination."

Elaejia smiles slightly.

You aver, "This legend," she pauses with a glance toward the transcript, "Hails from the Ardenai who call the area around the Vernal Court their home, where the Darkling Wood meets the steppe. With the Darkling Wood forming one border and the frozen wastes another, the unforgiving landscape inspires thoughts of darkness, fear, and ill-omen in many of its tales."

Rohese leans forward.

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at an oversized white transcript on a haon-framed worktable.

You say, "It does make mention of several common tree species, though we currently know of few medicinal properties of note. However, these trees - cedar, rowan, juniper - they have long-held associations that are indeed featured here. The towering cedar embodies strength, the rowan guards ancient mysteries, and the juniper is a powerful symbol of protection."

You fold your hands behind your back, waiting patiently.

You interestedly say, "Additionally, I draw your attention to to notion that the Wayfaring Tree apparently leads the hunter either backward through time, or else has the power to restore life to his catch. For its toll, it strips him of all his prizes, and when he returns home, he is left largely as he began, though perhaps a little wiser," she pauses with a long look around at those gathered. "A powerful ability indeed to find oneself at the mercy of."

Yunni nods slowly.

You say, "Let us take another moment to consider the themes present: Ambition and pride. Dreams and talismans. Protective nature versus malevolent spirits. The warping of time. Sacrifice and rebirth. Circularity - traveling far but ending up where you started."

(Elaejia taps a pointed fingernail on the desk after each listed item.)

You lecture, "Of the mentions I found, I believe this titular tale speaks to a unique connection and indeed opportunity in the Darkling Wood. A place where the flora may well occasionally be empowered to truly embody the associations they still carry to this day."

You say, "It may not be through some concrete link from a specific flower or tree noted in a certain tale, but simply an openness to the ideas and links that underlie these stories. That these oldest places still maintain that connection to the numinous that the ancients observed, and through our connection to those places, we may yet still grasp the link."

You animatedly say, "All these powerful forces captured in one simple tale. They speak to something more at play - in this place," she stops, apparently gathering her thoughts for a moment, "We heard from Lady Bayvel about the interconnectedness of all things, and from Lady Mandaire yesterday on the importance of the timing and mode of harvesting when gathering ingredients for alchemical preparation."

You remind, "We also know that place has a known impact on the power and usefulness of remedies we gather even today for modern alchemists. It seems evident to me that a place with such a deep and powerful connection to us, one with primal powers we left behind in stories and legends amid our rush to expansion and conquest, should still remember and see us with the same clement regard as the Wayfaring Tree."

You forcefully say, "All legends start somewhere and though the passage of time might obscure their beginnings, I am confident that scholarship and experimentation can uncover and tap into the wisdom of the ancients."

You slowly and deliberately empty your filled lungs.

You incline your head.

You politely say, "I thank you for your kind attention."

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===Botanical Forms and Geometry in Glasswork -- Bathcwyn Missoni Sabretache Faendryl===
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===The Solitude Bee - Variations Along the Eastern Seaboard -- Feriae Enfiel and Miss Aubrige===
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==Summary==
In 5125, [[Ta'Illistim]] hosted a Botanical Symposium, following the success of the [[B

==Logs==
===Lord Gilenir Veythorne Unveils the Arboretum Expansion===
<pre{{log2}}>
[Royal Arboretum, Walkway]
The column-framed walkway leads up to the arched duo of doors, the faenor-framed dome inset in honeycomb-like panels of glass. Ivy-draped partitions of blonde oak are angled between groupings of natural wicker chairs, the floral-framed portraits interspersed between slender moss-draped shelves. Framing either side of the entrance are a duo of silver-veined marble pedestals, each angular base encircled by a profusion of verdant foliage climbing upwards across the base. You also see a hulking melanistic grey wolf, a large vibrant harlequin macaw parrot, a glinting stygian scarab beetle, a yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake with a wild mane of cobalt briar hair, a lazy wild deep red dog, a black-eyed purplish grey haon mandrake, a ruby-crested greater bearded vulture that is flying around, a green-eyed ridge caracal and a brass-floriated sign of pavonated vellum.
Also here: Stassy who is sitting, Celothor, Fleurs who is sitting, Emissary Thrassus, Lord Gilenir, Aubriella who is sitting, Miss Lissaya who is sitting, Bathcwyn Missoni who is sitting, Lucraine who is sitting, Loremaster Rohese, Vanathys who is sitting, Rivienne, Botanical Researcher Feriae, Lord Eruien who is sitting, Lord Teveriel, Lord Ionlas who is sitting, Arelder who is sitting, Arbeia who is sitting
Obvious paths: south

Gilenir formally announces, "Welcome, citizens and visitors of the Shining City, to our inaugural Botanical Symposium."

Arbeia smiles at Gilenir.

Rohese beams, her eyes filled with delight!

Gilenir fidgets ever so slightly as he shifts his weight, nervously smiling across the crowd.

Gilenir nervously continues, "A simple request from Lady Bayvel sprouted into a wonderful collaboration between a number of botanists, horticulturists, and artisans."

Gilenir suddenly adds, "And one very enthusiastic insect researcher."

Missoni gazes in amusement at her surroundings.

Rohese softly giggles.

Feriae jokingly says, "She's been bouncing around the arboretum all week with her companions."

Gilenir nods in agreement at Feriae.

Gilenir says, "It is our sincere hope that this Symposium inspires others to share their knowledge and passion as we journey alongside Argent Mirror Sayilla in this new age of elven culture."

Vanathys nods in agreement at Feriae.

Gilenir clears his throat several times.

Ionlas gazes at Gilenir.

Gilenir sheepishly says, "As for my presentation, I am admittedly lacking the grace and studiousness of the ladies and gentleman who have graciously joined us for this symposium, but well, please join me and I'll show you what I've been working on."

Speaking to Feriae, Teveriel confides, "I am very much looking forward to yours and Miss Aubrige's presentation."

Eruien stands up.

Eruien offers a hand up to Ionlas.

Speaking to Teveriel, Feriae exclaims, "As am I!"

Speaking lightly to Teveriel, Rohese teases, "And mine too, I hope."

Ionlas squints at Eruien.

Ionlas stands up.

Teveriel smiles at Rohese.

Gilenir nervously says, "Come come, we have a bit of a walk."

Rohese winks at Teveriel.

Gilenir says, "And I don't believe I have the upper body strength to properly drag you all."

Speaking to Gilenir, Vanathys says, "Perhaps together we could."

Gilenir thoughtfully asks, "The mandrakes maybe?"

Speaking to Gilenir, Missoni says, "They are stronger than they look."

Feriae helpfully adds, "At least they're loud."

Feriae quickly says, "Like the peahens."

Ionlas whispers something to Gilenir.

Teveriel says, "Imagine a shrieking horde bearing us all down the var."

Teveriel warns, "The peahens will take it as a challenge."

Gilenir firmly says, "Alright, then."

Lord Gilenir's group just went south.

[Royal Arboretum, Walkway]

Vert-colored ivy entwines down the white marble columns framing the cobblestone walkway, the pale pillars affixed with latticed archways draped in the five-pointed leaves. Thin loops of vaalin wire hang high across the living ceiling, the opalescent hooks suspending colorful origami flora above several glowbark benches carved in whimsical fauna. Beyond the path sits a number of canopy-covered displays, the artwork framed by tall flora-filled planters set upon the well-manicured lawn.

Also here: Lord Ionlas, Arelder, Arbeia, Lord Teveriel, Lord Eruien, Botanical Researcher Feriae, Rivienne, Vanathys, Loremaster Rohese, Lucraine, Bathcwyn Missoni, Miss Lissaya, Aubriella, Emissary Thrassus, Fleurs, Celothor, Stassy, Lord Gilenir

A bur-eyed twisted witchwood mandrake sprouting autumn beauty sunflowers toddles into the area and up to Lissaya.

A bur-eyed shaggy illthorn mandrake toddles into the area and up to Rohese.

A yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake with a wild mane of cobalt briar hair toddles into the area and up to Missoni.

A black-eyed purplish grey haon mandrake toddles into the area and up to Feriae.

Arbeia says, "Moussa..."

You murmur, "Well now we're surrounded."

Gilenir indicates a wisteria-arched entry entwined with unfurled cream-colored peonies as a possible option.

Lord Gilenir's group just went through a wisteria-arched entry entwined with unfurled cream-colored peonies.

[Arboretum, Arboreal Gallery]

Verdant-curtained foliage drapes across the fallen arboreal forms scattered along the forest floor, the various trunks and elongated branches sculpted around the archways encircling the dome. Vibrantly colored toadstools encircle the moss-covered tables nestled into the soil, the clusters framed by branch-crafted easels and twine-hung yll'suta. Birdsong echoes throughout the area, the avians hidden amongst the canopy of greenery set high above.

Also here: Lord Ionlas, Arelder, Arbeia, Lord Teveriel, Lord Eruien, Botanical Researcher Feriae, Rivienne, Vanathys, Loremaster Rohese, Lucraine, Bathcwyn Missoni, Miss Lissaya, Aubriella, Emissary Thrassus, Fleurs, Celothor, Stassy, Lord Gilenir

Obvious paths: out

Rohese beams happily at Gilenir!

Rohese gazes with interest at her surroundings.

>l tabl

Trails of spongy, verdant green moss traverse across the flat stone tables, the low-set surfaces decorated in flora arabesques painted in henna. Tucked into the shadowed grass beneath each table is a tiny clay-crafted creature, the peahens and amphibians placed neatly in wicker-woven baskets.

Thrassus leans against his black staff as he takes in his surroundings.

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at a fallen arboreal form.

>l eas

Gently curved boughs are loosely entwined with knots of colorful thread, the geometric web forming a makeshift easel. Set along the tapering ends of the branches are several twine-hung yll'suta, their iridescent silk-crafted wings shimmering in the ambient light.

Gilenir sheepishly says, "I tend to spend my time in the dirt, but here we are."

Gilenir explains, "As Feriae has been working to expand the working areas of the Royal Arboretum, we came upon these particular arboreal forms."

Puffs of earthen green moss rest across the trunks of the trees laying in quiet repose, their elongated branches creating crescentic half-domes of layered foliage. Twig-crafted nests are scattered between the splayed branches along the upper arc of the canopies, the lower sections adorned with woven garlands and wood-framed yll'suta embroidered in silk thread. Folded letters and hand-crafted trinkets are tucked into the various grooves of the expansive trees alongside a handful of nuts and berries.

Gilenir says, "Whether fallen from age, or weather, or some other happenstance, there appears to be no damage or affliction beleaguering these fine fellows."

Gilenir leans against one of the forms, then quickly blushes.

Gilenir adds, "And ladies, of course."

Gilenir says, "In fact, they appear to be quite content here, perhaps even jovial if one believes a tree can express such emotion."

Gilenir continues, "Which is why Feriae and I agreed that there particularly cheerful trees would enjoy the company of others."

Gilenir ardently says, "I believe the constant woodland companions alongside the occasional two-legged visitor would encourage further growth not only from these particular forms, but perhaps across the arboretum and it's potential expansions."

Gilenir brightly says, "Happy plants thrive in happy environs."

Gilenir concludes, "But we do hope you do stop by and spend some time with the trees, we've added a few toadstools and some tables, as well as some easels if you'd like to display some artwork for a bit, though I'm sure a woodland creature or two may swipe it at anytime."

Gilenir awkwardly announces, "And that is my presentation."

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at a branch-crafted easel.

Missoni applauds Gilenir warmly.

Rohese applauds Gilenir warmly.
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===Verdant Symbiosis: The Partnership between Trees and Plants. -- Lady Rohese Bayvel===
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[Arboretum, Arboreal Gallery]
Verdant-curtained foliage drapes across the fallen arboreal forms scattered along the forest floor, the various trunks and elongated branches sculpted around the archways encircling the dome. Vibrantly colored toadstools encircle the moss-covered tables nestled into the soil, the clusters framed by branch-crafted easels and twine-hung yll'suta. Birdsong echoes throughout the area, the avians hidden amongst the canopy of greenery set high above. You also see a thin crimson lasimor leaf illusion, an arboreal lasimor armchair sculptured from tangled branches, a sturdy oak table on a base of cubbyholes and drawers with a blush-colored glass of cardamom and rose milk tea on it, a bur-eyed shaggy illthorn mandrake, a yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake with a wild mane of cobalt briar hair, a bur-eyed twisted witchwood mandrake sprouting autumn beauty sunflowers, a green-eyed ridge caracal, a lazy wild deep red dog, a glinting stygian scarab beetle that is flying around and a large vibrant harlequin macaw parrot.
Also here: Loremaster Rohese, Lord Eruien who is sitting, Arelder who is sitting, Stassy, Fleurs who is sitting, Emissary Thrassus, Aubriella who is sitting, Miss Lissaya who is sitting, Bathcwyn Missoni who is sitting, Vanathys who is sitting, Rivienne who is sitting, Botanical Researcher Feriae who is sitting, Lord Teveriel who is sitting, Lord Ionlas who is sitting, Arbeia who is sitting, Lord Gilenir
Obvious paths: out

Rohese sets a blush-colored glass of cardamom and rose milk tea on top of the oak table.

You smile at Rohese.

Rohese walks to stand behind a sturdy oak table on a base of cubbyholes and drawers.

Rohese rummages through a vellum-inset linden case covered with anatomical depictions of flora with a frantic look of loss.

Rohese nods once.

Rohese smiles.

Rohese softly says, "It's that time, I think."

Speaking lightly to Rohese, you say, "Your students are ready."

Rohese giggles softly at you.

Rohese softly greets, "Good afternoon everyone."

Rohese warmly says, "It is so lovely to see so many familiar faces on this auspicious occasion."

Rohese glances about with a cheerful expression, her misty grey eyes bright and friendly.

Rohese softly says, "Some of you may recall my Library Lecture last year on the Sentience of Trees, where I touched on the wisdom inherent in the give-and-take of nature; in its quiet agreements and search for balance."

Rohese bashfully says, "I apologise if a little of what I cover today is a repeat of that lecture but I believe the context will be helpful."

Rohese wrinkles her nose.

Rohese softly announces, "So, verdant symbiosis!"

Rohese reaches out with a complex gesture and activates the panel of her agara-fae wristlet. Colorful motes of light suddenly appear and dance in the air before coalescing and shifting into a Veythorne Manor illusion.

Rohese thoughtfully begins, "As I walk the quiet paths of Veythorne Manor, pausing often beneath the glowbark tree whose ghostly blue leaves shimmer with silent wisdom..."

Rohese removes a radiant ghostly blue leaf from in her rectangular pack.

Rohese turns her leaf over and over in her hand, studying it until a look of understanding crosses her face.

Rohese softly continues, "...or spend time here, in this Arboretum, I am reminded that the majesty of trees is not in their solitude, but in their community."

Rohese lets out a long, contemplative breath.

Rohese softly says, "Trees do not stand alone, nor do they thrive in isolation."

Rohese softly says, "Rather, they are stewards of living networks; intricate tapestries woven with threads of moss, lichen, fern, and flower, cradled in loam that has been shaped by the tireless labour of fungi and stirred by wings and mandibles of insects."

Rohese brushes her fingers lightly against her ghostly blue leaf.

Rohese sets a radiant ghostly blue leaf on top of the oak table.

Rohese softly informs, "In my paper on the Sentience of Trees, I posited that trees are more than passive guardians of time; they are sentient participants in the forest ecosystem."

Rohese softly proposes, "This afternoon, I seek to further explore how their sentience - and indeed their very survival - is interwoven with the lives of the smaller, often-overlooked flora and fauna that dwell in their shade and bark."

A talkative covey of button quails traverse across the pine needles and leaves in a series of zig-zags before disappearing behind the moss-covered trees.

Rohese softly says, "So let us begin beneath the surface."

Rohese softly says, "The roots of trees, as vast and far-reaching as their canopies, form sacred pacts with fungi."

Rohese softly says, "Right under our very noses..."

Rohese softly continues, "...cleverly concealed beneath the undergrowth is a covert messaging system made up "mushroom mailboxes" and "telegraphic threads" called mycelium that connect the roots in an intricate web."

Vanathys nods understandingly.

Rohese removes a bracket of tender nesting polypore from in her linden case.

Rohese softly says, "This pretty little thing, for example, is a polypore."

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at her tender nesting polypore.

Arbeia quietly says, "Mushroom mailboxes."

Rohese softly says, "Most polypores inhabit tree trunks or branches but some soil-inhabiting species form mychorrhiza in a symbiotic association with trees."

You lean forward.

Rohese softly says, "These silent, silk-thin filaments stretch through the soil like a network of whispers, ferrying water, minerals, and knowledge between root and root."

Rohese brushes her fingers lightly against her tender nesting polypore.

Rohese softly remarks, "It is known that a tree afflicted by blight may warn its kin through these fungal threads, allowing others to fortify their defences before the sickness arrives."

Rohese softly says, "This is not idle conjecture; I have observed such exchanges firsthand among the trees in the Glimae'den Wildwood."

Rohese softly says, "The mushrooms that rise from this underground lattice are merely the fruiting bodies of a vast mind, one whose thoughts are composed of nourishment and alliance."

Rohese sets a bracket of tender nesting polypore on top of the oak table.

Rohese brightly says, "Moving above ground now."

Rohese softly says, "Around the base and on the trunks of elder trees, especially Mother Trees, one often finds a patchwork carpet of mosses, lichens and other organisms."

Rohese glances at a fallen arboreal form.

Rohese softly says, "We see it in the glowbark with its phosphorescent residents..."

Rohese snaps out her hand with a complex gesture. A majestic glowbark tree illusion appears above the palm of her hand, wavers briefly, and vanishes.

Rohese softly continues, "...and the grey-green tufted growths on the sovereign willow of the Dryad Wildwood."

Rohese snaps out her hand with a complex gesture. A gnarled weeping willow illusion appears above the palm of her hand, wavers briefly, and vanishes.

Rohese softly says, "These are no mere adornments; again, it is a symbiotic - mutually beneficial - association."

Rohese softly adds, "We see it here too in the verdant undergrowth of the Arboreal Conservatory..."

Rohese softly continues, "...where there are some fine examples of monk's-hood lichen, shield lichens and oakmoss."

Rohese softly explains, "Mosses act as reservoirs of moisture, safeguarding the roots from drought and preserving the delicate balance of humidity necessary for the surrounding undergrowth."

Rohese softly says, "Among the most remarkable of mosses is scorpidium, a species predominant in the damp hollows and shaded root basins of Naidem, where the sky is perpetual twilight and the air is thick with mist."

Rohese removes a tangle of inky scorpidium moss from in her linden case.

Rohese notes, quietly, a few salient particulars of the moss.

Rohese softly says, "In the graveyard, woods and wetlands, scorpidium forms plush carpets beneath beech, birch and sycamore, particularly near the edges of slow-moving rivulets."

Rohese softly says, "Growing in dense tangles, the moss often makes its home on dead or dying trees, devouring the nutrients of its doomed host."

Vanathys nods at Rohese.

Rohese turns over her inky scorpidium moss.

Rohese smiles at Vanathys.

Rohese softly says, "Its role is both practical and profound: acting as a living sponge, it filters and retains water through the seasons, maintaining delicate soil moisture levels around the trees' root systems."

Ionlas whispers something to Eruien.

Rohese softly says, "Moreover, this moss nurtures an entire sub-community of insects: beetles, grubs, and fireflies so beloved by Naidem scholars for their ethereal beauty and translucence."

Eruien looks over at Ionlas and shakes his head.

Rohese softly says, "Their presence within the moss attracts foraging birds and encourages insectivorous flora along the margins."

Rohese softly says, "Thus, scorpidium serves as a cradle of biodiversity; its relationship with the trees is not merely one of support, but of shared vitality."

Rohese taps a tangle of inky scorpidium moss, which is in her right hand.

Rohese softly says, "In times of drought or excessive rain, it is this moss that tempers the extremes, ensuring that the roots of ancient trees remain undisturbed, as though the land itself were swaddling its giants in a soft and constant embrace."

Rohese sets a tangle of inky scorpidium moss on top of the oak table.

Rohese removes a tuft of old man's beard lichen from in her linden case.

Rohese clearly says, "Lichens, those mysterious marriages of fungus and algae, serve as the forest's alchemists."

Rohese wrinkles her nose.

Rohese softly says, "In some parts of the Wyrdeep, it is said they even glow faintly under moonlight, rumoured to be touched by fey magic."

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at her old man's beard lichen.

Rohese softly says, "Yet their truest gift lies in their enrichment of the soil for all nearby life and their sensitivity to corruption; should they wither or fade, it is often a warning of greater blight to come."

Rohese sets a tuft of old man's beard lichen on top of the oak table.

Rohese removes a feathered fern frond from in her linden case.

Rohese softly says, "It is easy to look up and see only branches, but nestled among them are ferns and epiphytic flora like orchids; those that do not draw from the tree itself but from the air and rain."

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at her fern frond.

Rohese softly says, "These tree-lodgers increase the forest's vertical diversity, forming habitats for winged insects, nesting birds, and other small creatures."

Rohese softly adds, "In some ancient groves, it is believed that these aerial gardens harbour entire ecosystems of their own, hidden from view."

Rohese waggles her fingers mystically, and a golden linden tree grove illusion appears briefly in the air.

Rohese reaches out with a complex gesture and activates the panel of her agara-fae wristlet. Sunshine yellow flurries of airy blossoms suddenly appear and dance in the air before coalescing and shifting into a spotted dark brown kestrel illusion.

Rohese softly says, "Beneath the eaves of the trees, in patches of dappled sunlight, wildflowers bloom and offer nectar."

Rohese softly says, "Bees, butterflies, and beetles answer the call - not only to feed, but to fulfill the sacred rite of pollination."

Rohese lightly adds, "Even the trees themselves are sometimes pollinated by windborne insects."

Rohese softly says, "Insects also serve as caretakers and couriers of decay."

Rohese softly says, "Ants tunnel through fallen bark, returning nutrients to the soil."

Rohese removes a miniscule red bark beetle from in her linden case.

(Rohese places the miniscule red bark beetle in the palm of her hand and holds it out to show it to the audience.)

Rohese softly says, "Insects, such as this red bark beetle, feast upon rot and keep the forest clean."

Rohese casually remarks, "I once observed a hive of bees protect a cluster of wild orchids growing in the crook of an old willow, as if recognizing the mutual benefit of their shared presence."

Rohese gives her wyrwood insect house a tiny shake, causing a swarm of pollen-fuzzed amber honey bees to crawl out and onto her inventory for a moment before retreating back inside the house.

Rohese smiles quietly to herself.

Rohese softly says, "The forest, then, is not a collection of solitary beings, but a living chorus..."

Rohese sets a miniscule red bark beetle on top of the oak table.

Rohese softly continues, "...each member in tune with the others, each leaf and root and wing participating in an unending hymnal of interdependence."

Rohese softly says, "Mother trees such as the glowbark..."

Rohese reaches out with a complex gesture and activates the panel of her agara-fae wristlet. Silvery white will-o'-wisps suddenly appear and dance in the air before coalescing and shifting into a majestic glowbark tree illusion.

Rohese softly says, "...with its luminous presence and deeply rooted wisdom, are both maestro and audience to this symphony."

Arbeia gazes with interest at a majestic glowbark tree illusion.

Rohese softly says, "Their sentience is not solitary; it is communal."

Missoni nods to a majestic glowbark tree illusion.

Rohese softly says, "It breathes through moss, whispers through lichen, is fed by fungi, and pollinated by the labour of insects."

Rohese softly opines, "We must heed these natural alliances."

Rohese gazes fondly at a majestic glowbark tree illusion.

Rohese softly says, "Because the song of the forest is one of harmony, and its melody is easily lost if even a single note is silenced."

Rohese lets out a long, contemplative breath.

Rohese softly says, "May this work serve not only as a study of the verdant kinship we walk among but also as a reminder that we too are part of this great, living and breathing whole."

Rohese smiles.

Rohese softly concludes, "And that, ladies and gentle folk, is what I would like to talk about tomorrow!"

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

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===The Hornet & the Hollyhock: The Cultural Importance of Flowers -- Aliraswaen===

===An Introduction to the Quiet Beauty of Night Gardens -- Lady Rivienne Mandaire Loenthra===

===Pruned, Twisted, and Bewitched: An Overview of Magically Altered Flora -- Professor Vanathys Ravistel Vaalor===

===Verdant Symbiosis: Communion, Ritual and Reverence -- Lady Rohese Bayvel===

===Lost Arts: Healing Secrets of Ardenai Folklore -- Lady Elaejia Silithyr===

===Botanical Forms and Geometry in Glasswork -- Bathcwyn Missoni Sabretache Faendryl===

===The Solitude Bee - Variations Along the Eastern Seaboard -- Feriae Enfiel and Miss Aubrige===

Botanical Symposium/2025-07-26 - Ta'Illistim Botanical Symposium (log)

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Talk:Elven Lexicon

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Please add words here you believe should be included in the lexicon. Provide a link to the relevant document or enough information about where it is in game that we can find it to review. Thanks! ~Xynwen [[User:GS4-XYNWEN|GS4-XYNWEN]] ([[User talk:GS4-XYNWEN|talk]]) 13:08, 3 July 2024 (CDT)

== '''ADD NEW SUGGESTIONS HERE''' ==
talatien and vantael from the new [[Ta'Ardenai]] lore: "While originally designed to be independent city-state enclaves with shared land between, this notion of '''talatien''', or "cities of independent cooperation" was quickly abandoned for the more traditional '''vantael''', or "small cooperating kingdoms or nations."" [[User:LUNATUNES|LUNATUNES]] ([[User talk:LUNATUNES|talk]]) 23:20, 20 August 2024 (CDT)

igno skaellim meaning "identity unknown" from [[Lines_of_Blood:_A_History_of_the_Gnomes#Origins]]. [[User:LUNATUNES|LUNATUNES]] ([[User talk:LUNATUNES|talk]]) 10:02, 27 July 2025 (CDT)

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== '''Already Added/Being Reviewed''' ==

'''Items below this point have been either added to the lexicon or placed on the staff wiki for review for addition. Leaving here to help avoid repetition. Thanks! ~Xynwen, 2022-07-26'''

"Frae Naira vers Deiam, Jae esais bevre Tua ae te Draekeche." == "From Dusk til Dawn, I stand between thee and the darkness." This is taken directly from multiple objects in game, documented among them being the [[shimmering glaesine orb]] that was given out at the conclusion of the Vismi'irkha/day-night questlines. The phrase was portrayed as the original motto of House Illistim and is noted as being an Elven phrase as the language was spoken/written 50,000 years before the current setting. [[User:HATESHI|HATESHI]] ([[User talk:HATESHI|talk]]) 21:16, 21 July 2022 (CDT)

These are probably all examples of words in ancient Elven:
:: raen utuva nole = "Wandering to find wisdom" - [[History of Dwarves#Introduction|History of Dwarves: Introduction]] (implied to be ancient from "ancient tongue of the scholars", unclear how ancient or if that could refer to something like a scholar guildspeak)
:: igno skaellim = "identity unknown" - [[Lines of Blood: A History of the Gnomes#Origins|Lines of Blood: A History of the Gnomes]] (implied to be much more than 10,000 years ago, [[Timeline of Elanthian History]] corroborates -4,500 as being a much later date)
:: sylvisterai = "one who embraces -- or marries -- the forest." - [[History of the Sylvan Elves#Chapter One - Early History, Approximately ca. -130,000 to ca. -60,000|History of the Sylvan Elves]] (has to be very early; other words in that document are probably Sylvan)
:: Note: Evolution of that language, to the point of ancient forms being difficult to translate, is explicitly stated in the carbuncle entry of [[Elanthian Gems]]. The rate of Elven language drift to distant similarity is somewhat framed by Faendryl and Dhe'nar-si in [[Dark Elven languages]].

These are apparently all the same language by inspection. It isn't clear if it is the same language as the Linsandrych Illistim "From Dusk til Dawn" quote. But if it is not some form of elven from that Vishmiir period conflict with the Elves then I have no idea what language it is supposed to be:
:: "Oralach'lan'da at'anoi, ta Marlu vismi'ir!" - unknown translation; vismi'irkha was the ancient name of the Vishmiir, known from when the elves banished them; found in the loresong for [[urglaes-set pitted silver talisman]] from Hunt for History, probably very very ancient
:: * "Anor'lan'da ta vismi'irkha! Edasva'da a'anoi!" - unknown translations; Thalenn, NPC from [[The Vishmiir|Vishmiir event]]; the Vishmiir are defined in the [[History of Fash'lo'nae]] document to have been extraplanar beings (undead) struggled against by the Elven Empire
::* "Anor'lan'data vismi'irkha, edasva'da e'asah a'anoi!" - Thalenn
::* "Anor'lan'da ta vismi'irkha edasva'da!" - Thalenn
::* Note: The "Frae Naira vers Deiam, Jae esais bevre Tua ae te Draekeche." line was used by the Alazne NPC during the Vishmiir quest night/day system release ritual when the world seemed to stop spinning, because the Gwilthain NPC banished "night" instead of "sight". This line was the (ancient?) motto of House Illistim according to former GM Lyredaen. Modern mottoes seem to be given as crest statements in [[The Layman's Guide to Elven Heraldry]].
:: "~ Dha baes'irin dha shi ta liat shi hestos i siath a shidar ~ Oraesh'lan dha laediach ta geilach ~ Oraesh'lan'da ta Gosaena ~" - Unknown translations; Real Room ID #2162016 , on the grey stone slab. The Graveyard is an ICE Age area in its original parts/story, but the Wormwood Slough expansion of the bog was added much later post-ICE. Original story was approximately 6,300 years ago, but its age / timing is undefined now. The words at least are probably supposed to be much older than the Graveyard. The Bandur character had used ancient languages in the original story.
:: [[User:INIQUITY|INIQUITY]] ([[User talk:INIQUITY|talk]]) 22:57, 21 July 2022 (CDT)

*The elven word for the carbuncle gem is "ilaeryse", which is also a word meaning "infirmity." The word "carbuncle" is even less appealing in Common, for the Common word "carbuncle" may mean either the carbuncle gem or a pus-filled skin boil. From [[Elanthian Gems]]. [[User:LUNATUNES|LUNATUNES]] ([[User talk:LUNATUNES|talk]]) 09:11, 22 July 2022 (CDT)
*Native speakers of Common use "chalcedony" only to refer to the white form of the stone in question. As the literal word "chalcedony" is elven in origin, matters grow even more complicated when elven definitions are included, and jewelers try to be extremely precise in cross-culture trading to avoid winding up with a shipment of onyx and agate when a shipment of white chalcedony is intended. From [[Elanthian Gems]]. [[User:LUNATUNES|LUNATUNES]] ([[User talk:LUNATUNES|talk]]) 09:11, 22 July 2022 (CDT)
*Before the two cultures initiated trade, "cordierite" was the Common name for a specific gem, and "lathaer selphare" was the elven name for the same gem. From [[Elanthian Gems]]. [[User:LUNATUNES|LUNATUNES]] ([[User talk:LUNATUNES|talk]]) 09:11, 22 July 2022 (CDT)
*"There was a great ranger who knew the secret paths and hidden ways of the Wyrdeep. He guarded our borders and tended the land, and in return, the Wyrdeep ensured that his dragon-bone arrows flew true to their marks without fail. His life's companion was a great white wolf called Nyin'niel, which means "Snow's Heart." From [[Elves of Wyrdeep]] [[User:LUNATUNES|LUNATUNES]] ([[User talk:LUNATUNES|talk]]) 18:26, 22 July 2022 (CDT)
*The elven cultures almost universally consider a bookworm in a positive light, and their term, ataelel or "ink drinker," [...]. From [[Library Mouse]] [[User:LUNATUNES|LUNATUNES]] ([[User talk:LUNATUNES|talk]]) 00:50, 23 July 2022 (CDT)
*He named it a geld-aradlaiel, literally meaning "seer-stone" but it was quickly shortened to geldaralad, "stone of truth.". From [[Ferroniere]] [[User:LUNATUNES|LUNATUNES]] ([[User talk:LUNATUNES|talk]]) 01:00, 23 July 2022 (CDT)
*The navigation skill itself is called "Brou Setche" by the elves, and is a learned skill that requires lengthy training. [[Ilyan Cloud]] [[User:LUNATUNES|LUNATUNES]] ([[User talk:LUNATUNES|talk]]) 17:57, 23 July 2022 (CDT)

As the writer of the document, i can report that he elven terms stemming from the [[Elves of Wyrdeep]] document originated in 2014 :3 [[User:LUNATUNES|LUNATUNES]] ([[User talk:LUNATUNES|talk]]) 10:14, 29 February 2024 (CST)

Blood Red Hand

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The '''Blood Red Hand''' is a scripted item that is worn over the hand. It was sold in a shop called [[EHShop:The_Blood_Red_Hand|The Blood Red Hand]]. Some verb traps will recognize if the character is wearing a ring on a finger and, if so, will reference the first ring worn. 
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{{itemtier 
|tier= Tier 1
|itemsummary= 
|analyze=
You analyze the slender hand and sense that the creator has provided the following information:
The slender hand is The Blood Red Hand, a thin waxy membrane that lays over its bearer's hands. Its description may be freely altered as long as it remains a hand. Additionally, a merchant may be able to change the hand's nail (broken) or finger (slender) descriptions.

The hand is currently tier 1 of 4.

The hand currently has access to the following verbs: LEAN, SCRATCH* [AT], SLAP* [AT], TOUCH, TWITCH*, WAVE AT.

Verbs marked with an asterisk (*) will behave differently based on your DEMEANOR.

You get no sense of whether or not the hand may be further lightened.
|inspect= 
|show= 
|affinity= 
|itemverbtable= Yes 
}}
{| {{verbtable}} 
|- {{verbtableheader}}
! scope="col" style="width:5em;"|Verb
! scope="col" style="width:5em;"|Demeanor 
! scope="col"|First
! scope="col"|Second
! scope="col"|Third
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader"|LEAN
! scope="row" role="rowheader"|
| With a quiet sigh, you rest your chin upon your closed hand, your pointer finger grazing your cheekbone as you observe the room.
|
| With a quiet sigh, XXX rests her chin upon her closed hand, her pointer finger grazing her cheekbone as she observes the room.
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader" rowspan=6|SCRATCH
! scope="row" role="rowheader"| (Untargeted)
| You scratch the palm of your hand.
|
| XXX scratches the palm of her hand.
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader"| Cold
| Seething with rage, you rake your fingernails down YYY's cheek.
| Visibly enraged, XXX lashes out at you and rakes your cheek with her fingernails.
| {{addmetext}}
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader"| Reserved
| Trembling ever so slightly, barely in control of your rage, you stare at YYY and ball your hand into a fist. You feel the sharp sting of your fingernails biting into the palm of your hand.
| Trembling ever so slightly, XXX stares at you and balls her hand into a fist.
| {{addmetext}}
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader"| Neutral
| Affecting a bored expression, you listen to YYY and trace random designs into the back of your left hand with your right index finger.
| Affecting a bored expression, XXX listens to you as she traces random designs into the back of her left hand with her right index finger.
| {{addmetext}}
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader"| Friendly
| Posing your hands to look like paws, you playfully scratch at the air in front of YYY.
| Posing her hands to look like paws, XXX playfully scratches the air in front of you.
| {{addmetext}}
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader"| Warm
| You lightly scratch YYY's back, moving in small, soothing circles along her spine.
| XXX lightly scratches your back, moving in small, soothing circles along your spine.
| {{addmetext}}
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader" rowspan=6|SLAP
! scope="row" role="rowheader"| (Untargeted)
| You slap yourself on the cheek, thinking, "Shut up, XXX. What do you know?"
|
| Being cheeky, XXX slaps herself on the cheek.
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader"| Cold
| With a subtle sneer, you slap YYY in the face, creating a crack like thunder to echo through the area.
| With a subtle sneer, XXX slaps you in the face! The echo of contact rings in your ears like the crack of thunder, and your cheek pulses as blood rushes to the surface.
| {{addmetext}}
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader"| Reserved
| With a flash of anger, you strike YYY across the face. The impact causes your hand to sting, but in abject defiance, you refuse to let her see you flinch.
| With a sudden flash of anger, XXX strikes you across the face. You feel your cheek pulse as the blood rises to the surface.
| {{addmetext}}
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader"| Neutral
| With a condescending air, you pat YYY on the cheek. Maybe she'll get it one day.
| With a condescending air, XXX pats you on the cheek.
| {{addmetext}}
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader"| Friendly
| Turning to YYY, you laugh with shared mirth and turn to gesture at something on the side of you. However, you don't manage to clear your proximity of her and end up slapping her in the face!
| Sharing a laugh with you, XXX turns away from you to gesture at something that is not within your field of vision and accidentally slaps you in the face!
| {{addmetext}}
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader"| Warm
| You gesture vaguely behind you, accidentally slapping YYY in the face!
| XXX gestures vaguely behind her, where you happen to be standing, and before you can move out of the way, she slaps you in the face.
| {{addmetext}}
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader"|TOUCH
! scope="row" role="rowheader"|
| You knead at your forehead with the ''slender'' fingers of one hand, trying to keep your exasperation off your face.
|
| XXX kneads at her forehead with the ''slender'' fingers of one hand, her expression transitioning from exasperation to forced neutrality.
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader" rowspan=5|TWITCH
! scope="row" role="rowheader"| Cold
| You twitch your ''calloused'' fingers in a display of your annoyance.
|
| XXX twitches her ''calloused'' fingers ever so briefly.
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader"| Reserved
| You twitch your ''calloused'' fingers in a display of your irritation.
|
| XXX twitches her ''calloused'' fingers ever so briefly.
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader"| Neutral
| You twitch your ''calloused'' fingers in a display of your anxiety.
|
| XXX twitches her ''calloused'' fingers ever so briefly.
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader"| Friendly
| You twitch your ''calloused'' fingers in a display of your mirth.
|
| XXX twitches her ''calloused'' fingers ever so briefly.
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader"| Warm
| You twitch your ''calloused'' fingers in a display of your barely contained emotions.
|
| XXX twitches her ''calloused'' fingers ever so briefly.
|-
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader"|REMOVE
! scope="row" role="rowheader"|
| Holding your palm up, your fingers spread wide, you lay a pointed and slender hand on your hand and let it seep into your tanned skin. You carefully repeat the process with the opposite hand.
|
| Holding her palm up, her fingers spread wide, XXX lays a pointed and slender hand on her hand and lets it seep into her tanned skin. She carefully repeats the process with the opposite hand.
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader"|WAVE
! scope="row" role="rowheader"|(Grouped)
| You issue your desire to engage with XXX in potentially contentious actions. Leaving your group will indicate her desire to decline.<br>Roundtime: 10 sec.
|[XXX wishes to roleplay a conflict action with you. This could result in your face being temporarily marked by her. If you do not wish to take part in this, please leave her group immediately! Otherwise, you may allow these actions by remaining in her group.]
| {{addmetext}}
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader"|WEAR
! scope="row" role="rowheader"|
| Holding your palm up, your fingers spread wide, you lay a pointed and slender hand on your hand and let it seep into your tanned skin. You carefully repeat the process with the opposite hand.
|
| Holding her palm up, her fingers spread wide, XXX lays a pointed and slender hand on her hand and lets it seep into her tanned skin. She carefully repeats the process with the opposite hand.
|}
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|tier= Tier 2
|itemsummary= Adds the verbs {{boldmono|CLEAN}}, {{boldmono|EAT}}, {{boldmono|FIDGET}}, {{boldmono|PREEN}}, {{boldmono|PROD}}, {{boldmono|RUB}}, and {{boldmono|SIMPER}}.
|analyze= 
|inspect= 
|show= 
|affinity= 
|itemverbtable= Yes
}}
{| {{verbtable}} 
|- {{verbtableheader}}
! scope="col" style="width:5em;"|Verb
! scope="col"|First
! scope="col"|Third
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader"|CLEAN
| You idly clean the dirt out from under your ''chipped'' fingernail.
| XXX idly cleans the dirt out from under her ''chipped'' fingernail.
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader"|EAT
| Lifting one ''calloused'' finger to your lips, you bite a hangnail off and spit it out.
| Lifting one ''calloused'' finger to her lips, XXX bites a fingernail off and spits it out.
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader"|FIDGET
| You rub your hands together anxiously, working your thumb distractedly over your ''calloused'' fingers.
| XXX rubs her hands together anxiously, working her thumb distractedly over her ''calloused'' fingers.
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader"|PREEN
| You buff your ''chipped'' fingernails for a brief moment before displaying them in front of you to admire.
| XXX buffs her ''chipped'' fingernails for a brief moment before spreading them before herself to examine.
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader"|PROD
| You place one hand up to your forehead, partially covering your face, and just shake your head in disbelief.
| XXX places one hand up to her forehead, partially covering her face and shaking her head.
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader"|RUB
| You rub at the joints of your ''calloused'' fingers as you try to work out some of the aches.
| XXX rubs at the joints of her ''calloused'' fingers for several moments.
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader"|SIMPER
| Coquettishly biting on one ''chipped'' fingernail, you affect an innocent air that you clearly do not feel.
| Coquettishly biting on one ''chipped'' fingernail, XXX affects an air of innocence.
|}
{{itemtier 
|tier= Tier 3
|itemsummary= Adds the verbs {{boldmono|BEG}}, {{boldmono|FLIRT}}, {{boldmono|KNOCK}}, {{boldmono|PONDER}}, {{boldmono|PULL}}, and {{boldmono|PUSH}}.
|analyze= 
|inspect= 
|show= 
|affinity= 
|itemverbtable= Yes
}}
{| {{verbtable}} 
|- {{verbtableheader}}
! scope="col" style="width:5em;"|Verb
! scope="col" style="width:5em;"|Style 
! scope="col"|First
! scope="col"|Second
! scope="col"|Third
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader"|BEG
! scope="row" role="rowheader"|
| You hold your hand out in front of you, using one ''calloused'' finger to point at the open palm.
|
| XXX holds her hand out in front of her, using one ''calloused'' finger to point at the open palm.
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader" rowspan=2|FLIRT
! scope="row" role="rowheader"| Untargeted
| Quirking your lips slightly, you gaze coyly about and playfully nibble at one ''chipped'' fingertip.
|
| Quirking her lips slightly, XXX gazes coyly about and playfully nibbles on one of her ''chipped'' fingertips.
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader"| Targeted
| Curling all but one ''calloused'' finger into your palm, you use your index finger to beckon YYY.
| Curling all but one ''calloused'' finger into her palm, XXX uses her index finger to beckon you.
| {{addmetext}}
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader"|KNOCK
! scope="row" role="rowheader"|
| You rap your knuckles on your forehead. Think, think, think.
|
| XXX raps her knuckles on her forehead.
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader"|PONDER
! scope="row" role="rowheader"|
| With a subtle tilt of your head, your ''calloused'' finger taps lightly at your bottom lip as you lose yourself in thought.
|
| With a subtle tilt of her head, XXX's ''calloused'' finger taps lightly on her bottom lip as she becomes lost in thought.
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader"|PULL
! scope="row" role="rowheader"|
| Holding your hand out in front of you with the palm up, you wiggle your ''calloused'' fingers in a "give me" gesture.
|
| Holding her hand out in front of her with the palm up, XXX wiggles her ''calloused'' fingers in a gesture that clearly says, "Give me."
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader" rowspan=2|PUSH
! scope="row" role="rowheader"| Untargeted
| You brush the back of your ''calloused'' fingers against your ''reinforced leather'', dusting it for good measure.
| XXX brushes the back of her ''calloused'' fingers against her ''grey surplice'', dusting it lightly and freeing it of any lint or dander.
| {{addmetext}}
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader"| Targeted
| Pushing your hand out in front of you, your ''calloused'' fingers splayed, you fend off YYY with a shake of your head.
| Pushing her hand out in front of herself, her ''calloused'' fingers splayed, XXX fends you off with a shake of her head.
| {{addmetext}}
|}
{{itemtier 
|tier= Tier 4
|itemsummary= Adds the verbs {{boldmono|COVER}}, {{boldmono|GAZE}}, {{boldmono|PINCH}}, {{boldmono|POINT}}, {{boldmono|SNAP}}, and {{boldmono|STARE}}.
|analyze= 
|inspect= 
|show= 
|affinity= 
|itemverbtable= Yes
}}
{| {{verbtable}} 
|- {{verbtableheader}}
! scope="col" style="width:5em;"|Verb
! scope="col" style="width:5em;"|Demeanor 
! scope="col"|First
! scope="col"|Second
! scope="col"|Third
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader" rowspan=2|COVER
! scope="row" role="rowheader"| (Untargeted)
| You cover your ''perfectly symmetrical, delicately featured face'' with one hand, your ''calloused'' fingers splayed wide and your ''chipped'' nails touching your forehead.
|
| XXX covers her ''perfectly symmetrical, delicately featured face'' with one hand, her ''calloused'' fingers splayed wide and her ''chipped'' nails visible against her forehead.
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader"| (Targeted)
| Shielding one hand with the other, you make a rude gesture at YYY using a single ''calloused'' finger.
| Shielding one hand with the other, XXX makes a rude gesture at you using a single ''calloused'' finger.
| Shielding one hand with the other, XXX gestures at XXX.
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader" rowspan=5|GAZE
! scope="row" role="rowheader"| Cold
| You hold your hand out in front of you, gazing at your ''calloused'' fingers decorated in ''a smooth bone ring pierced by tiny crystal shards''. You lift a haughty gaze and let it fall on those nearby.
|
| XXX holds her hand out in front of her, gazing at her ''elegant'' fingers decorated in a ''treble of helical zydris branchlets encircling the right index finger''. XXX lifts her haughty gaze.
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader"| Reserved
| You hold your hand out in front of you, gazing at your ''calloused'' fingers decorated in ''a smooth bone ring pierced by tiny crystal shards''. You watch your surroundings under a hooded gaze.
|
| XXX holds her hand out in front of her, gazing at her ''elegant'' fingers decorated in ''a treble of helical zydris branchlets encircling the right index finger''. XXX watches her surroundings under a hooded gaze.
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader"| Neutral
| You hold your hand out in front of you, gazing at your ''calloused'' fingers decorated in ''a smooth bone ring pierced by tiny crystal shards''. You lift your bored gaze to your surroundings.
|
| XXX holds her hand out in front of her, gazing at her ''elegant'' fingers decorated in ''a treble of helical zydris branchlets encircling the right index finger''. XXX lifts a bored gaze to her surroundings.
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader"| Friendly
| You hold your hand out in front of you, gazing at your ''calloused'' fingers decorated in ''a smooth bone ring pierced by tiny crystal shards'' and then wiggle them for comedic effect.
|
| XXX holds her hand out in front of her, gazing at her ''elegant'' fingers decorated in ''a treble of helical zydris branchlets encircling the right index finger'' and then comically wiggles them in the air.
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader"| Warm
| You hold your hand out in front of you, gazing at your ''calloused'' fingers decorated in ''a smooth bone ring pierced by tiny crystal shards'' and then cup your cheek in an attempt to be coy.
|
| XXX holds her hand out in front of her, gazing at her ''elegant'' fingers decorated in ''a treble of helical zydris branchlets encircling the right index finger'' and then coyly cups her cheek.
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader" rowspan=5|PINCH
! scope="row" role="rowheader"| Cold
| Idly picking at your ''broken'' fingernail, you glance with disdain at the world around you.
|
| Idly picking at her ''chipped'' fingernail, XXX glances about with a clear look of disdain.
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader"| Reserved
| Idly picking at your ''broken'' fingernail, you pointedly ignore your surroundings.
|
| Idly picking at her ''chipped'' fingernail, XXX pointedly ignores her surroundings.
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader"| Neutral
| Idly picking at your ''broken'' fingernail, you remain distant, yet observant.
|
| Idly picking at her ''chipped'' fingernail, XXX seems distant, but you get the impression she is taking in everything.
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader"| Friendly
| Idly picking at your ''broken'' fingernail, you offer a friendly smile.
|
| Idly picking at her ''chipped'' fingernail, XXX offers a friendly smile.
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader"| Warm
| Idly picking at your ''broken'' fingernail, you offer a warm and encouraging smile.
|
| Idly picking at her ''chipped'' fingernail, XXX offers a warm and encouraging smile.
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader" rowspan=2|POINT
! scope="row" role="rowheader"| (Untargeted)
| You point expectantly at the ground in front of you with one ''calloused'' finger. Why are there never any good servants when you need them?
|
| XXX points expectantly at the ground in front of her with one ''calloused'' finger.
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader"| (Targeted)
| With an exasperated expression, you hold one hand up to the air as you glance at YYY. Your ''calloused'' fingers point skyward, your palm wide open as you wonder, "Why?"
| With an exasperated expression, XXX holds one hand up to the air as she glances at you. Her ''calloused'' fingers point skyward, her palm wide open. You can tell from her expression that she just doesn't get you.
| {{addmetext}}
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader" rowspan=5|SNAP
! scope="row" role="rowheader"| Cold
| You snap your ''calloused'' fingers twice in rapid succession; some people can not focus!
|
| XXX snaps her ''calloused'' fingers twice in rapid succession.
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader"| Reserved
| You double snap your ''calloused'' fingers, focusing on making the sound as sharp and immediate as possible.
|
| XXX double snaps her ''calloused'' fingers, the sound almost like that of a thunderclap as it invades the air.
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader"| Neutral
| You double snap your ''calloused'' fingers as you whistle a short little ditty.
|
| XXX double snaps her ''calloused'' fingers as she whistles a short little ditty.
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader"| Friendly
| You attempt to snap your ''calloused'' fingers but are unable to get a crisp sound from them.
|
| XXX attempts to snap her ''calloused'' fingers without much success.
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader"| Warm
| Excited, you snap your ''calloused'' fingers, a broad grin spreading across your features.
|
| Excited, XXX snaps her ''calloused'' fingers, a broad grin spreading across her features.
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader" rowspan=2|STARE
! scope="row" role="rowheader"| (Untargeted)
| You stare in exasperated disbelief, placing your hands on your hips to emphasize your point of view.
|
| XXX stares in exasperated disbelief, placing her hands on her hips for added emphasis.
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader"| (Targeted)
| You stare in exasperated disbelief at YYY, placing your hands on your hips to emphasize your point of view.
| XXX stares in exasperated disbelief at you, placing her hands on her hips for added emphasis.
| {{addmetext}}

|}
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|verb9= KNOCK
|verb10= PINCH
|verb11= POINT
|verb12= PONDER
|verb13= PREEN
|verb14= PROD
|verb15= PULL
|verb16= PUSH
|verb17= RUB
|verb18= SCRATCH
|verb19= SIMPER
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TBShop:Bloomlit Caverns/2025

2025-06-20T15:09:57Z

LUNATUNES: /* Bloomlit Caverns, Southeast */ widened sign for formatting, ease of reading

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<onlyinclude>{{Tempshop
|look=a bloomlit coral cavern |realrnum= 4410307|mapid= |rnum= |portal= coral cavern}}
====Bloomlit Caverns, Entry====
{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Bloomlit Caverns, Entry
|desc=Bone-white sands spread across the cavern floor, the surface rippled by faint currents. Overhead, a forest of bioluminescent tube anemones sways, each slender stalk ending in a pale, shimmering crown. Walls of coral, veined with glittering threads of mica, encircle the space. A mirror framed in driftwood and nacre hangs from a coral outcrop, its surface wavering in the water. Nearby, a wide shell-shaped sign is wedged among barnacles, its flowing script illuminated by the anemones' glow.
|realrnum= 4410457
|rnum=
|exits=
|paths= north, east, west}}
<blockquote>
{{sign|margin-right=40%|sign='''a wide shell-shaped sign'''<nowiki>
In the Common language, it reads:

~*~ Bloomlit Caverns ~*~
A wellspring salon for customizing your look.
</nowiki>}}
</blockquote>
====Bloomlit Caverns, North Nooks====
{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Bloomlit Caverns, North Nooks
|desc=Turtle grass thins along the corridor, giving way to patches of bare sand and scattered shale fragments. Shale walls rise steeply on either side, veined with ribbons of silver mica that catch the faint light filtering through narrow ceiling gaps. A natural arch of water-worn shale spans the corridor ahead, its rough edges softened by time. Beneath the arch, the passage splits toward the northeast and northwest, where the glimmer of mica threads deeper into the shadowed caverns.
|realrnum= 4410466
|rnum=
|exits=
|paths= northeast, south, northwest}}
====Caverns, Northeast Nook====
{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Caverns, Northeast Nook
|desc=Shallow beds of turtle grass weave through a series of low coral formations, their rough surfaces cradling clusters of massive tridacna gigas. Sunlight spills through wide openings above, striking the giant shells where vivid algae-rich mantles bloom in waves of blue, green, and violet. Rippling patterns shift slowly across the soft flesh, throwing colored reflections across the water. A polished nacre mirror rests against a coral ledge, while a barnacle-encrusted shell-shaped sign nestles amid the grass nearby.
|realrnum= 4410467
|rnum=
|exits=
|paths= southwest}}
<blockquote>
{{sign|margin-right=40%|sign='''a wide shell-shaped sign'''
<nowiki>

We offer services that will change your features! The staff in this area are skilled in making changes to Body Build.

Available choices for Body Build for anyone of your gender are:
1. an ample figure 2. an athletic build
3. a barrel-chested body 4. a beefy physique
5. a bell-shaped figure 6. a big-boned figure
7. a birdlike frame 8. a bony-wristed physique
9. a boxy-waisted build 10. a broad-ribbed body
11. a compact-hipped figure 12. a curved-but-solid build
13. a curvy figure 14. a dainty figure
15. a delicate figure 16. a delicately angular physique
17. a deep-waisted frame 18. a dumpy figure
19. an elongated frame 20. a firm-waisted build
21. a flabby body 22. a flat-hipped figure
23. a fleshy form 24. a gaunt-limbed figure
25. a gaunt-lined physique 26. a gangly physique
27. a gentle-sloped body 28. a graceful physique
29. a high-hipped build 30. a hollow-formed frame
31. a lanky, beanpole frame 32. a lean form
33. a light, fine-boned figure 34. a narrow-ribbed body
35. a narrow-waisted form 36. a podgy form
37. a poorly postured physique 38. a paunchy figure
39. a reed-slim build 40. a round-hipped frame
41. a saggy body 42. a sinewed figure
43. a slovenly figure 44. a slope-shouldered body
45. a soft-muscled figure 46. a trim-hipped build
47. a wasp-shaped physique 48. a tightly bound physique

Services cost 25000 silvers. Please ORDER your choice by number at any time.

</nowiki>}}
</blockquote>
====Caverns, Northwest Nook====
{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Caverns, Northwest Nook
|desc=Turtle grass thins into wisps around a broad hollow, where smooth shale rises in curved ledges to form a sheltering bowl. Pockets of trapped bubbles cling to the undersides of the stone, drifting free in slow, silvery trails. Warm currents whisper from hidden lava tubes below, stirring the silt in lazy spirals. A soft moan hums through the water, carried by whirls that descend from unseen openings above. A polished nacre mirror and a barnacle-encrusted shell-shaped sign lie half-buried in the sandy floor.
|realrnum= 4410468
|rnum=
|exits=
|paths= southeast}}
<blockquote>
{{sign|margin-right=40%|sign='''a wide shell-shaped sign'''
<nowiki>

We offer services that will change your features! The staff in this area are skilled in making changes to Height.

Available choices for Height for anyone are:
1. alpine in stature 2. average height
3. compact in frame 4. diminutive in height
5. elevated in stature 6. long in height
7. middling in height 8. moderately short
9. moderately tall 10. notable in height
11. notably short 12. of a commanding stature
13. of a diminutive stature 14. of a lofty stature
15. of a middling height 16. of a middling stature
17. of a modest stature 18. of a prodigious stature
19. of a slight height 20. of a towering height
21. of a towering stature 22. petite in height
23. relatively tall 24. short
25. short in stature 26. shorter than average
27. smallish in height 28. slightly shorter than average
29. slightly taller than average 30. strikingly tall
31. subtle in stature 32. subtly elongated
33. subtly undersized 34. tall
35. tall in stature 36. taller than average

Services cost 25000 silvers. Please ORDER your choice by number at any time.

</nowiki>}}
</blockquote>
====Bloomlit Caverns, East Ends====
{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Bloomlit Caverns, East Ends
|desc=Bone-white sand thins as the cavern narrows, giving way to smooth stone and mica-threaded coral. Bioluminescent tube anemones drift overhead, their soft light pulsing against the curved walls. Three narrow branches split off the eastern side, each framed by coral lips. A shallow nook is carved into the western wall, where a treasure trove of shells and glinting stones rests. Nearby, a polished nacre mirror hangs askew above a barnacle-clustered shell-shaped sign etched with curling script.
|realrnum= 4410458
|rnum=
|exits=
|paths= northeast, east, southeast, west}}
<blockquote>
{{sign|margin-right=40%|sign='''a wide shell-shaped sign'''
<nowiki>

We offer services that will change your features! The staff in this area are skilled in making changes to Hair Color.

Available choices for Hair Color for anyone are:
1. absinthe green 2. argent
3. ash-streaked, dirty blonde 4. ashen flax
5. auburn blonde 6. azurite blue
7. birchbark beige 8. blued purple
9. bluerock-hued 10. bone white
11. bronze-colored 12. burnt umber-hued
13. caramel-brushed blonde 14. cerulean-marbled grey
15. cloudberry pink 16. coppery flaxen
17. cream-colored 18. dark, henna red
19. dusty rosewood 20. ebon-hazed purple
21. ebony 22. elderberry wine-hued
23. emerald green 24. fern green
25. golden saffron 26. green-tinted black
27. hellebore red 28. honey-hued
29. mahogany-tinged blonde 30. magenta
31. midnight indigo 32. mist-silvered lilac
33. muted pink 34. obsidian blue
35. orange poppy-hued 36. pale wheaten
37. pink peridot-hued 38. purple amethyst-colored
39. purple-toned crimson 40. raven-hued
41. rosy pink 42. ruby red
43. sienna 44. silken taupe
45. soft olive-brown 46. starflower gold
47. straw-colored 48. sunstone red and yellow-toned
49. twilight blue 50. zinnia orange

Services cost 25000 silvers. Please ORDER your choice by number at any time.

</nowiki>}}
</blockquote>
<blockquote>
{{Container2||container=In the shallow nook you see:||contents= a spiral abalone shell and some scattered polished stones.}}
</blockquote>
====Bloomlit Caverns, Northeast====
{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Bloomlit Caverns, Northeast
|desc=Bone-white sands deepen in this rounded alcove, where currents swirl in lazy eddies around a coral formation rising like a gnarled tree from the floor. Pale branches stretch outward, their surfaces mottled in hues of gold and faded crimson. Bioluminescent tube anemones cling to the upper limbs, casting a soft glow across the hollow. A mirror framed in nacre is wedged into the coral wall, while a barnacle-covered a wide shell-shaped sign nearby bears elegant script illuminated by the shifting light.
|realrnum= 4410460
|rnum=
|exits=
|paths= southwest}}
<blockquote>
{{sign|margin-right=40%|sign='''a wide shell-shaped sign'''
<nowiki>

We offer services that will change your features! The staff in this area are skilled in making changes to Hair Style.

Available choices for Hair Style for anyone are:
1. angle-cut 2. asymmetric-cut
3. bob-cut 4. collarbone-length
5. crown-cropped 6. curtain-cut
7. dagger-shorn 8. ear-length
9. haphazardly sheared 10. hip-sweeping
11. jaw-length 12. lower back-length
13. lower neck-length 14. neck-grazing
15. razor-trimmed 16. rounded
17. sharply cut 18. shoulder-dusting
19. slightly grown-out 20. soft edge-cut
21. unevenly sliced 22. wispy cut

Services cost 25000 silvers. Please ORDER your choice by number at any time.

</nowiki>}}
</blockquote>
====Bloomlit Caverns, East Alcove====
{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Bloomlit Caverns, East Alcove
|desc=Bone-white sands thin as the narrow passage curves eastward into a rounded alcove with a coral canopy. Faint eddies stir the floor, sending slow spirals of sand drifting across the open space. Coral branches overhead weave into a thinning lattice of red, green, and yellow, allowing glimpses of the open ocean beyond. Shifting schools of silvery fish flash past in the distance, their bodies glinting in the filtered light. A carved coral seat, worn smooth by time and tide, nestles against the eastern wall. You also see a polished nacre mirror and a wide shell-shaped sign.
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|paths= west}}
<blockquote>
{{sign|margin-right=40%|sign='''a wide shell-shaped sign'''
<nowiki>

We offer services that will change your features! The staff in this area are skilled in making changes to Hair Texture.

Available choices for Hair Texture for anyone are:
1. blade-straight 2. bristly
3. brittle 4. coarse
5. dampened 6. dense
7. dry-textured 8. dull
9. listless 10. lightly kinked
11. loosely curled 12. loosely tousled
13. oil-slicked 14. rope-textured
15. satiny 16. salt-matted
17. scraggly 18. spiral-curled
19. stringy 20. subtly kinked
21. undulant 22. velvety soft

Services cost 25000 silvers. Please ORDER your choice by number at any time.

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====Bloomlit Caverns, Southeast====
{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Bloomlit Caverns, Southeast
|desc=Bone-white sands thin in a small, enclosed alcove where shallow pockmarks pit the coral walls. Each hollow cradles pieces of reflective debris, such as tarnished plates, polished bowls, shards of mirror, or broken shields worn smooth by time. Soft bioluminescent light ripples across the mismatched surfaces, sending scattered gleams drifting through the water. A polished nacre mirror hangs near the entrance, while a barnacle-encrusted shell-shaped sign leans into a coral outcrop nearby.
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<blockquote>
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<nowiki>

We offer services that will change your features! The staff in this area are skilled in making changes to Hair Quirks.

Available choices for Hair Quirks for anyone of your gender are:
1. none 2. accented by long bangs cut to feather around her face
3. accentuated in ashen lowlights 4. adorned with intricate tribal patterns shaved into the sides
5. accented by hemp-tied braids 6. arranged in a riotous heap of tumbling corkscrew curls
7. accented with subtly toned lowlights 8. arranged in overlapping braids that form a ridged spiral from crown to brow
9. cropped short on the right side 10. braided into tight, skull-hugging rows ending in coiled knots at the nape
11. cropped short on the left side 12. clumped together in greasy half-rolled spirals
13. cropped close with a jagged fringe 14. colored in graduated pale to dark indigo tones at the ends
15. cut with long, fringed bangs 16. corded in thick, tight coils layered in a shell-like pattern over her scalp
17. edged in scarlet tips 18. cut to hang down her back in a steeply sloped V-shape
19. greying at the roots 20. gathered into multiple small braids tied with leather cords
21. hanging down in loose curls 22. gathered into silk-wrapped coils pressed flat against the contour of her scalp
23. parted straight down the middle 24. made puffy by an overly ample amount of frizz
25. pulled back into a half-ponytail 26. marked with three distinct shaved stripes that run down the center of her head
27. shaved into a tight undercut 28. pulled back into a web of multitudinous braids
29. streaked with white 30. sectioned into a handful of spiraled knots
31. tangled in wild, uneven tufts 32. severely pulled back into a high-set ponytail
33. twisted into uneven salt-locks 34. twisted into a series of tight knots along the scalp
35. twisted into coarse ropey locks 36. twisted into a tight roll at the nape of her neck
37. with asymmetrically cut bangs 38. twisted into a nest of unruly, tangled locks
39. with bright white streaks 40. with short, spiky tufts at the crown
41. with dark ebon streaks 42. with a single braid trailing down the back
43. with a prominent widow's peak 44. with loosely woven strands wound about her head like a crown
45. with striated highlights 46. worn in a minimalistic style
47. with twin curls framing her face 48. woven in thin, symmetrical rows that curve around her crown

Services cost 25000 silvers. Please ORDER your choice by number at any time.

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====Bloomlit Caverns, West Ways====
{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Bloomlit Caverns, West Ways
|desc=Shale walls ripple outward in jagged terraces, their surfaces slick with moisture and flecked with veins of silver and rust. Broad swaths of turtle grass blanket the cavern floor, their blades shifting in lazy undulations with the water's movement. Thin streams of light spill from high openings above, casting shimmering ribbons across the shale and glinting from a polished nacre mirror hung against a rough outcrop. Nearby, a barnacle-encrusted shell-shaped sign leans into the stone, its script softened by age.
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<blockquote>
{{sign|margin-right=40%|sign='''a wide shell-shaped sign'''
<nowiki>

We offer services that will change your features! The staff in this area are skilled in making changes to Complexion.

Available choices for Complexion for anyone of your race are:
1. porcelain white 2. rose-blushed, milky white
3. blotchy white 4. flawless ashen
5. velvety smooth alabaster 6. veinous, chalky white
7. creamy white 8. waxen-looking pallid
9. rose-tinted fair 10. sagging sallow
11. lightly tanned 12. golden sand-hued
13. weather-beaten ecru 14. rough, tawny
15. silken, honey brown 16. supple, bronzed
17. lined, coppery brown 18. mottled sienna
19. sleek, caramel-colored 20. sun-kissed, brown

Services cost 25000 silvers. Please ORDER your choice by number at any time.

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</blockquote>
====Bloomlit Caverns, Southwest====
{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Bloomlit Caverns, Southwest
|desc=Shale shelves jut from the cavern walls, layered one atop another like a rough staircase swallowed by time. Turtle grass blankets the floor in thick, rippling mats, shifting with each faint current. Pale streams of light pierce the ceiling, scattering across the shale and catching flashes of movement as hermit crabs scuttle from shelf to shelf. A polished nacre mirror hangs against a shallow ledge, while a barnacle-encrusted shell-shaped sign rests among the grass, its carved letters softened by passing tides.
|realrnum= 4410463
|rnum=
|exits=
|paths= northeast}}
<blockquote>
{{sign|margin-right=40%|sign='''a wide shell-shaped sign'''
<nowiki>

We offer services that will change your features! The staff in this area are skilled in making changes to Eye Characteristics.

Available choices for Eye Characteristics for anyone are:
1. none 2. almond-shaped
3. azure-speckled 4. broad-lidded
5. close-set 6. dark-circled
7. dark-lashed 8. dark-lidded
9. deeply hooded 10. deep-set
11. downturned 12. elongated
13. flare-lashed 14. heavy lidded
15. high-creased 16. hooded
17. lightly flecked 18. long-lashed
19. mismatched 20. narrow-set
21. oval and upturned 22. pale-lashed
23. pale-lidded 24. puffy
25. prominently ringed 26. protruding
27. rose-flecked 28. sallow-lidded
29. short-lashed 30. sizable
31. smallish 32. soft-rimmed
33. spider-lashed 34. subtly tilted
35. thick-lashed 36. thin-lidded
37. upturned 38. wide-set
39. wisp-lashed 40. wrinkle-creased
41. wrinkled-framed

Services cost 25000 silvers. Please ORDER your choice by number at any time.

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</blockquote>
====Bloomlit Caverns, West Alcove====
{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Bloomlit Caverns, West Alcove
|desc=Turtle grass stretches in thick mats across the floor, each blade swaying gently with the shifting current. Sunlight pours through cracks in the cavern ceiling, casting bands of gold and green across a smooth boulder that rises from the heart of the alcove. Limpet shells cling to the shale walls in a patchwork of shapes and colors, their polished surfaces catching flashes of reflected light. A polished nacre mirror rests against a low outcropping, beside a barnacle-encrusted shell-shaped sign.
|realrnum= 4410464
|rnum=
|exits=
|paths= east}}
<blockquote>
{{sign|margin-right=40%|sign='''a wide shell-shaped sign'''
<nowiki>

We offer services that will change your features! The staff in this area are skilled in making changes to Eye Color.

Available choices for Eye Color for anyone are:
1. ash grey 2. celadon blue
3. celadon green 4. cerulean
5. chestnut brown 6. cocoa-hued
7. coffee brown 8. cobalt-violet
9. dark blue-green 10. dark grey
11. dusky lilac 12. evergreen
13. forest green 14. frosted hazel
15. glacial blue 16. heliotrope
17. hunter green 18. indigo
19. ink black 20. iron grey
21. jungle green 22. lavender grey
23. lilac-blue 24. light violet
25. lime green 26. mahogany brown
27. misted sage green 28. moss green
29. mottled brown 30. orchid blue
31. onyx-hued 32. pale purple
33. pearl grey 34. pine green
35. pistachio-hued 36. sage green
37. sienna 38. silvery blue
39. slate blue 40. storm grey
41. tawny brown 42. taupe
43. teal 44. thistle-colored
45. turquoise 46. umber
47. violet-green 48. viridian
49. walnut-hued 50. woad blue

Services cost 25000 silvers. Please ORDER your choice by number at any time.

</nowiki>}}
</blockquote>
====Bloomlit Caverns, Northwest====
{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Bloomlit Caverns, Northwest
|desc=Turtle grass sprawls in loose mats across the floor, weaving through the broken remnants of a collapsed shale wall. Jagged slabs lean against one another in precarious angles, their surfaces slick with moisture and streaked with pale veins of mica. Sunlight streams through high gaps in the cavern ceiling, scattering fractured beams across the ruin. A polished nacre mirror perches atop a tilted shard of stone, while a barnacle-encrusted shell-shaped sign lies nestled amid the grass nearby.
|realrnum= 4410465
|rnum=
|exits=
|paths= southeast}}
<blockquote>
{{sign|margin-right=40%|sign='''a wide shell-shaped sign'''
<nowiki>

We offer services that will change your features! The staff in this area are skilled in making changes to Facial Characteristics.

Available choices for Facial Characteristics for anyone are:
1. none 2. bony-jawed
3. broad-browed 4. cherubic
5. chiseled 6. corpulent
7. craggy 8. deeply wrinkled
9. defined 10. emaciated
11. fine-boned 12. flat-featured
13. gaunt 14. haggard
15. hollow cheek-boned 16. jowly
17. jutting 18. lean
19. long-jawed 20. narrow
21. pinched 22. portly
23. pronounced, bony 24. pudgy
25. rawboned 26. round-cheeked
27. rotund 28. rugged
29. sharp cheek-boned 30. sharp-angled
31. slender 32. softly countoured
33. square-jawed 34. sunken
35. symmetrical 36. unlined
37. weathered 38. wide
39. wide-cheeked 40. lightly wrinkled

Services cost 25000 silvers. Please ORDER your choice by number at any time.

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Argent Aspis

2025-06-15T17:41:31Z

LUNATUNES: Updated secretary

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| '''Argent Master'''
|Aurien
|Chair
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|'''Argent Scribe'''
|Ouidanna
|Secretary
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|'''Argent Bursar'''
|Richaard
|Treasurer
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|'''Argent Provost'''
|Dremerie
|Co-Chair
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|'''Argent Herald'''
|Leifa
|Co-Secretary
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|'''Argent Steward'''
| Meril
|Co-Treasurer
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|'''Jurist of Eye'''
|Bluey
|Officer
|-
|'''Jurist of Claw'''
|Citan
|Officer
|-
|'''Jurist of Tail'''
|Annarosa
|Officer
|}
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{{TOCright}}
'''Argent Aspis''' is a great house in the outpost town of [[Wehnimer's Landing]], and a member of the [[Co-operative Houses of Elanthia]], or [[CHE]].

Argent Aspis is one of the three oldest established houses in Wehnimer's (see [[Kelfour Edition volume I number X]]), located on the east side of the town beyond the river. It is adjacent to the town gardens. Aspis is most well known for its annual (and sadly, former) festival of [[Bardfest]], in which it once invited the best in the musical arts to come and perform.

Founders: Erebor, Taarna, Jamel, Caroam, Ilstar and Delvian.
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==Application for House Membership==
'''Basic Requirements'''

Fifth Level in trainings: The House clerk wants to know you have established a lasting tie to the community.

One-time fee of 25,000 silvers at the time of induction. (There are no monthly dues.)

Letter of Application: We want to know with whom we are going to be living. This letter should include a brief description of yourself and your history within the lands, why you want to join Aspis, and why you think you would make a good member. Please include three (3) or four (4) references - these being people who know you who may be contacted as to your character and citizenship in the lands. Any without references will not be considered.

Remember this letter is what will initially get you noticed, though a good reputation goes a long way. It is recommended that you participate in House events or attend meetings prior to submitting an application.

Please note, that if you are not prepared to expend some effort and interest in joining and participating in House functions, you should look for another House.

'''Admissions Council'''

Aspis has a voting council made up of the six officers and three appointees, but all members contribute opinions and histories of encounters with prospective members.

All applications are reviewed by the full membership of the House and voted on by the voting council. Applications will be reviewed and voted on within one (1) week, and a response sent to the prospective member thereafter.

'''Fill Out the Argent Aspis [https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSdatQGXS8LSmLyvZxHQAvZGGEZtEi_xp7hS3wBRRJquguMoMw/viewform Membership Application] '''

'''Important Note: [[F2P]] accounts are mechanically restricted from joining [[CHE]]'s.'''

==Annexes==
House Aspis has annexes in every town located in the main House annex buildings, except in Ta'Illistim, where Aspis has built a separate Annex building at the Seethe Naedal hot springs (Lich# 4989 / uID: u13025010).

==Events 2023==

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|January||[[Lormesta]]
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|February||[[Fashanos]]
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|March||[[Charlatos]]
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|April||[[Olaesta]]
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|May||[[Ivastaen]]
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|June||[[Lumnea]]
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|July||[[Koaratos]]
| 7/5 - 7/9
| [[Revelia Carnivale]]
| Check back soon!
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|August||[[Phoenatos]]
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|September||[[Imaerasta]]
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|December||[[Eorgaen]]
| TBD
| Winterfest!
| Check the Winterfest Website for details! - http://gs-winterfest.weebly.com/
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|}
==Bylaws of the House of the Argent Aspis==
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'''ARTICLE I: PURPOSE OF THE HOUSE'''

The purposes of the House of the Argent Aspis (hereinafter, "The House") are to promote aid and guidance to the good citizens of Elanthia. The House will perform its legal goals in a manner mutually beneficial to both Elanthia and itself as determined by its members.

'''ARTICLE II: MEMBERSHIP'''

'''Section 1. HOUSE MANAGEMENT'''

The activities of the House shall be managed by its members.

'''Section 2. ELIGIBILITY'''

A citizen is eligible to be a member if he or she has attained at least the fifth level of training and has submitted an application to the secretaries. All applications will be forwarded to the House Council.

'''Section 3. ACCEPTANCE'''

The names of those proposed for membership shall be posted on the Gemstone IV Message Board, House of the Argent Aspis folder and sent to the House mailing list. Members are encouraged to comment on the nominees. Upon review, a vote is taken on nominees by the House Council, as defined in Article IV, Section 2. Five "aye" votes are required for acceptance; two "nay" votes serve to veto a candidate.

'''Section 4. INITIATION'''

Requirements for initiation: A citizen may only be initiated if he or she meets the requirements of Section 2 of this Article and is voted in by the House Council in accordance with Section 3 of this Article.
Initiation Fee: An initiation fee of 25,000 silvers is required from each initiate at the time of induction; 10,000 to be placed in the endowment fund and the remainder in the House's general account.
Procedure: The procedure of initiation is described in, and shall conform to, the rules set forth by the Cooperative Houses of Elanthia (hereinafter, "CHE").

'''Section 5. ACTIVE MEMBERSHIP'''

Active Members: An "active member" shall subscribe to the House Mailing List and/or have participated in the most recent House Election and/or the most recent House Census. Newly inducted members will be considered active until the next election or census, whichever occurs first. Members will also be considered active by participation in a House sponsored function. However, it remains the responsibility of each member to keep current with the business of the House.
Privileges: Active members shall be authorized to vote in any and all meetings of the House, upon elections of officers, and upon changes to the House Bylaws. They are eligible to stand for office should they be eligible as provided for in Article IV.
Inactive Members: An "inactive member" is a member of the House failing to qualify as "active" under Subsection A of this Section. Nothing in this Section shall serve to deny inactive members the freedom of the House, access to lockers, or any other privilege of House membership set forth in Section 7 of Article II, save for those enumerated in Subsection B of Section 5. Inactive members may freely become active members upon fulfillment of the provisions of the aforementioned Subsection A.
Roster: The secretary shall maintain and provide upon request a roster of all known active members to be posted on the Aspis Message Board, the official website, and mailed to the House mailing list in the first month of the calendar year.

'''Section 6. EXPULSION OF MEMBERS'''

Members may be expelled from the House by a vote of three-quarters or more of all active members voting. The selling of a character may result in expulsion. Engaging in non-consensual PvP may result in expulsion.

Procedure for expulsion:

Any member may call for the expulsion of another member by appealing to a House officer verbally or in writing. This appeal will be sent to all officers.
Four of the six officers must agree to proceed.
Notice will be sent to the complaining member and the member in question. Each will have two weeks to state their case. Both sides will be presented to the officers verbally or in writing.
Four of the six officers must again agree to proceed.
Either party, the complainant or the defendant, may call for an oral or public presentation of issues and subsequent vote (to include a special meeting), or proceed through the House mailing list, at the time such vote is announced.
The vote will be recorded at the meeting and/or registered through the House mailing list - the statements of both parties will be included. There will be a three week voting period. Votes will be sent to House officers only. Results will be posted as the total "aye" or "nay" votes only and the member will be expelled only if three-quarters of those responding concur.

'''Section 7. SERVICES PROVIDED TO MEMBERS'''

Access to the House: Members shall have free access to the House building and grounds, located on East Ring Road in the town of Wehnimer's Landing, excepting such areas as determined by the chairman to be limited access, including, but not limited to, private member rooms and the enchantment workshop.
Lockers: Members shall each receive a locker for storage purposes. Only legal goods may be stored in such lockers.
Engraving Service: Members my have items engraved with the House Coat of Arms at the Engraver's Shop, at their own expense.
Member Pins: A pure silver Aspis pin, providing a private "House Net" may be purchased at the House and worn by members only. These pins will crumble if worn and rubbed by a non-member.
Loans: Members complying with CHE regulations governing loans from the House General Fund may obtain loans by applying to the House treasurer. In all instances CHE regulations concerning house loans to members will prevail. The treasurer will be responsible for complying with those regulations and for approval or denial of all loans. A written agreement will be filed with the treasurer and forwarded to the chair and co-chair. Approved and denied loan decisions may be overridden by a three-quarters majority vote at a regularly convoked House meeting.

'''Section 8. DISPUTES'''

Disputes between members or with members of other Houses shall be resolved in accordance with the rules of the CHE, if applicable.

'''ARTICLE III: MEETINGS'''

'''Section 1. FREQUENCY'''

The House shall hold regular meetings no less frequently than four times annually, within fifteen days before or after each quarter of the year. The chairman shall set the date of each meeting at his or her own discretion. Meetings may be held more frequently, upon dates set by the chairman, and posted on the House Message Board.

'''Section 2. SPECIAL MEETINGS'''

Special meetings may be convoked by the chairman upon one week's notice to the House Message Board, or by petition of a majority of the active membership of the House, as forwarded to the members of the House Council and/or the House Controller of the CHE.

'''Section 3. PRESIDENCY OF MEETINGS'''

The chairman shall preside over meetings. In the absence of the chairman, the co-chairman shall preside. In the absence of both chairman and co-chairman, the members present at the meeting shall determine, by a majority vote, who shall preside from among the officers present, or failing the presence of any House officers, from the active members present.

'''Section 4. NOTICE OF MEETINGS'''

Notice: Notice of any meeting shall be in the form of a letter posted to the House Message Board not less than five days ahead of the meeting.
Agenda to Accompany Notices: A meeting agenda shall accompany notices which shall list topics to be discussed or acted upon, provided however, that topics not listed on the agenda may be raised, discussed, and acted upon.

'''Section 5. QUORUM'''

Three-quarters of the active membership shall constitute a quorum. NO official action may be taken without a quorum present with the exception for expulsion as described in Article II, Section 6. For purposes of determining whether a quorum is present, members who may have filed votes or remarks with the secretary pursuant to Section 7 of Article III shall be counted as present.

'''Section 6. MANNER OF ACTING'''

One vote per member - Number needed to act: Each active member shall be entitled to one vote. Except as separately provided in Section 3 of Article II, Section 6 of Article II, and Article V, when a majority of the active members present act at a meeting at which a legal quorum is established, their duly voted actions shall be recognized as the official action of the House, provided that such action does not conflict with any provision of these bylaws.

Votes of absent members: For the purposes of determining whether a majority of present active members have acted, the votes of members who have filed a vote with the secretary pursuant to Section 7 of Article III shall be deemed to be votes of active members present at that given meeting.

Member silence: Silence by a member during a meeting or a vote shall neither be construed as consent or dissent to any issue under debate but shall be considered an abstention during any vote.

'''Section 7. ACTION OF ABSENT MEMBERS'''

Submission of Resolution to be voted upon:

An active member who cannot attend a scheduled meeting may submit a written resolution to the secretary and request that such resolution be voted upon at the meeting. The member may request in writing that the secretary mail a copy of any such resolutions to the House mailing list before the meeting.

The secretary shall comply with such requests as soon as possible but only if any such resolutions and accompanying requests are received by the secretary at least seven days before the meeting.

The secretary shall introduce any such resolution at the meeting at such time during the meeting as the secretary deems appropriate and time must be provided at the meeting for the presentation of any such resolutions.

The text of resolutions so presented shall not be edited, corrected, or changed in any way prior to being voted upon, although such text may be amended by the voting members at such meeting.

In determining whether the resolution passes, the petitioning member shall be counted as having voted in favor of the resolution.

Submission of a vote on a Resolution:

A member who cannot attend a meeting may vote on any resolution mailed to the members before the meeting by delivering an "aye" or "nay" vote in writing to the secretary before the meeting.

'''Section 8. REPRESENTATION BY PROXY'''

An active member may be represented by another active member at a meeting, provided the member has sent a letter to the secretary authorizing the second member as his or her proxy, along with a copy of his or her letter to the proxy. The proxy must acknowledge the appointment in writing to the secretary prior to the meeting, stating his or her acceptance as proxy. All such notifications must be received by the secretary at least two days in advance of the date of the meeting. Proxies are valid for the scheduled meeting only and the procedure must be repeated for any future appointment.

'''Section 9. CONDUCT OF MEETINGS'''

All meetings shall be conducted in accordance with the provisions of the most recent edition of Robert's Rules of Order.

'''ARTICLE IV: OFFICERS'''

'''Section 1. ELIGIBILITY'''

Definition: Officers must be active members of the House as provided for in Article II, as well as fulfilling all the criteria set forth by the regulations of the CHE.

Multiple Offices: No person may hold more than one office. Any two or more persons manipulated by the same "soul" may not hold more than one office.

'''Section 2. DESIGNATION OF OFFICERS'''

The House shall have the following officers, in accordance with the regulations of the CHE: a chairman, a secretary, a treasurer, a co-chairman, a co-secretary, and a co-treasurer.

In addition to the aforementioned officers, three members will be appointed by the chairman as council members.

The aforementioned officers and appointees shall collectively comprise the House Council.

The chairman may create and appoint active members to such other positions as deemed necessary. Such additional appointments serve at the chairman's pleasure and may be removed from duty at the chairman's discretion, and are not members of the House Council.

'''Section 3. TERMS OF OFFICE'''

Term: Officers and representatives shall server for one full year beginning from the date of their election or appointment.

Elections: Elective offices shall be filled at an annual election through the mailing list as outlined by the chairman with notice sent as provided above, held no later than thirteen months after the most recent annual election.

Appointments: Council members are appointed by the chairman no later than thirty days after the annual election or when a vacancy occurs.

'''Section 4. REMOVAL OF OFFICERS'''

Elected officers may be forcibly removed from office only by a vote of three-quarters of all active members. Appointed council members and additional officers, appointed under the provisions of Subsection C of Section 2 of Article IV, may be removed at will by the chairman. No reason need be given for any such removal.

'''Section 5. VACANCIES'''

Definition: An office becomes vacant upon notification by the departing officer to the chairman or on the House Message Board or upon failure of the officer to maintain eligibility under Section 1 of Article IV.

Replacement: Vacated offices shall be filled at the net scheduled meeting in a manner consistent with normal election practice.

Eligibility: Replacement officers must be eligible as provided for in Section 1 of Article IV.

Term of Appointed Officer: An officer appointed to fill a vacancy shall serve for the un-expired term of his or her predecessor.

Emergencies: The chairman may make an immediate temporary appointment to a vacant office if, in his or her discretion, such appointment is crucial to the continued activities of the House. Such replacements are temporary only and last until the next scheduled meeting of the House, at which time the office shall be permanently filled in accordance with the provisions of this Section.

'''Section 6. NO RIGHT TO COMPENSATION'''

Officers shall serve without compensation for their services, provided however, that this restriction shall not prevent the House from reimbursing officers for reasonable out-of-pocket expenses incurred in connection with their duties as officers.

'''Section 7. DUTIES OF OFFICERS'''

House Titles

*Chair: Argent Master

*Co-Chair: Argent Provost

*Secretary: Argent Scribe

*Co-Secretary: Argent Herald

*Treasurer: Argent Bursar

*Co-Secretary: Argent Steward

Chairman:

The chairman shall be the chief executive officer of the House, but shall be subject to the lawful control of the members.

The chairman shall have the following duties:
Supervising and controlling all activities of the House;
Presiding over all meetings of the members;
Appointing council members and any additional officers, including assistant secretaries or treasurers as he or she deems appropriate;
Induction and expulsion of House members;
Investiture of House officers, and
Such other duties as are necessary for the continuance of the purposes of the House.

Secretary:

The secretary shall have the following duties:
Sending out notices of meetings within the time limits set by these bylaws;
Taking and keeping of the minutes of meetings;
Maintaining the records of the House;
Ruling on the meaning of the bylaws in instances of dispute or if the bylaws appear not to cover a situation, and
Such other duties as may be assigned by the chairman or the members. The secretary may delegate any of his or her duties to one or more appointed assistants.
Treasurer:

The treasurer shall have the following duties:

Receiving all monies due and payable to the House and depositing such monies in the name of the House in the banks not disapproved by the members;
Monitoring and maintaining all funds and loans of the House, and
Such other duties as may be assigned by the chairman or the members. The treasurer may delegate any of his or her duties to one or more appointed assistants.
Co-Chairman, Co-Secretary, Co-Treasurer: These officers have duties commensurate with those listed for the individual offices with the proviso that the chairman is the senior executive officer of the House and that the co-chairman works under the chairman's guidance.

'''ARTICLE V: AMENDMENTS TO BYLAWS'''

The above bylaws may be amended by a three-quarters majority vote of active members at a duly scheduled meeting or through the House mailing list as directed by the chairman, such amendment becoming active immediately thereafter. The revised bylaws shall be posted at the earliest possible opportunity on the relevant House Message Board.

'''ARTICLE VI: CONFLICT AND SEVERABILITY'''

These bylaws are in accordance with, and subject to, the laws of Elanthia and the regulations of the CHE. In the event of a conflict between any provision of these bylaws and said laws and regulations, said laws and regulations shall prevail. Such invalidation of such provision of these bylaws do not affect the legality or applicability of any other bylaws hereinafter set forth.
----
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==Resources==
*[http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cooperative%20Houses%20of%20Elanthia%20(CHE%60Great%20Houses)/House%20Aspis/view Officials folder]
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Elaejia (prime)

2025-05-31T22:01:54Z

LUNATUNES: added 2025 Grand Art Exhibit entry

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|race= Elf
|culture= Loenthra
|class= [[Ranger]]
|profession= horticulturalist, aristocrat, artist
|religion= atheist (mostly)
|affiliations=[[Ilyan Syndicate]], [[House Sylvanfair]]
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|demeanor= formal, polite
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|flaw= hot-tempered, standoffish
|strength= pragmatic, incisive
|weakness= repressed, avoidant
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|dislikes= sycophants
|loyalties= family
|friend= none
|spouse= none
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'''Elaejia Silithyr''' is an [[Elf|elf]] originally from [[Ta'Loenthra]]. Daughter of Aeric and Irinjia Silithyr, she was born on the 14th of Fashanos, 4793. She was a bookish and introverted youth, but was encouraged by her socialite mother to come to enjoy society life. Following a disreputable incident, the Silithyr family retreated to their country estate in 5114. After spending several years closeted at the estate, she departed with her faithful Winedotter, Wilver, to join society circles outside of Ta'Loenthra, which was not disposed to accept Silithyrs.

Elaejia is an accomplished sculptor and calligrapher, and pursues varied related artistic endeavors. She occasionally offers private tutoring in the arts to students who show promise. She also maintains a botanical conservatory in the Silithyr Villa and studies magical dendrology and sylviculture.

Aendir and Elaejia [[Elaejia_(prime)/2025-02-23_-_Wedding_of_Aendir_and_Elaejia_(log) |married]] on 23rd Fashanos, 2025. She currently resides with her brother [[Jossarian]], and [[Aendir]] in [[Ta'Illistim]]. Since her arrival in Ta'Illistim, and being reunited with them, she has taken on a leadership role in the [[Ilyan Syndicate]], a group dedicated to furthering Elven culture. In addition, and under the influence of Aendir's sorcerous studies, her research interests have expanded to include the natural world at the conjunction between Elanith and the valences.

==Appearance==
:You see Lady Elaejia Silithyr Loenthra the Benefactress.
:She appears to be an Elf.
:She is moderately tall and has a muscled, but soft physique. She appears to have come of age. She has subtly tilted cobalt-violet eyes and rose-tinted fair skin. She has very long, silky caramel-brushed blonde hair pulled back from the temples into twinned fishtail braids and bound in a low chignon. She has a thin-boned, gracefully angular countenance, tapering to a softly pointed chin.

==Crest==
:Within a golden unified frame, a silver harp is set on a dark amethyst field. It is above a threaded needle piercing a columbine bloom. On the upper left, a slender stalk of purple gladiolus serves as the flourish, and flanking the harp to the lower left is a needlepoint pillow pierced by a sleek golden needle; to the right, a mosaic death mask.

==Artwork==
Elaejia took up textile artwork in her time spent at the Silithyr country estate. She sculpts in stone in her spare time, and has experimented with a variety of media since settling in the Shining City. She has become a patron of the [https://gswiki.play.net/Cairnfang_Manor#Solhaven_Grand_Art_Exhibit| Cairnfang Manor Grand Art Exhibit] and looks forward to participating each year.

Unfortunately her 5119 submission to the Grand Art Exhibit was lost to Western highwaymen on its way to Solhaven. In early 5020, the piece was recovered with the help of her cousin [[Aendir]] and was resubmitted to the same gallery exhibition, albeit via a more heavily guarded caravan:

* '''"Talador Will Rise" -- by Elaejia and Aendir Silithyr Loenthra'''
:an on pointe elven maiden statuette raising a squalling human child
:Garbed in airy, layered fabrics, the maiden displays flowing, gold-shot marble hair and a peacock feather pendant. With a look of satisfaction, she holds a human child, its face contorted in angry tears. She holds the toddler upward with implicit tenderness while he twists within her grasp. His eyes are inset with blue shimmarglin sapphires, the glint of the gem giving the illusion of tears. Fallen stones carved with illegible elven script comprise the base, her tiptoed posture heedless.
----

In the same exhibition in 5121, Elaejia and her cousin again cooperated on a submission, one that hearkens back to the culture of Ta'Loenthra. An example of a submission to the Chelboa Regatta, hosted every three years by the naval academy of the same name based in Ta'Loenthra. Participants in regatta, which occurs in the canals that criss-cross the city, ostensibly compete for coveted engineering and shipwrighting educations within the private academy, however it is also not uncommon for particularly beautiful pieces to result in invitations to several art academies of Ta'Loenthra as well. The regatta itself is a very popular affair, drawing large crowds to the bridges and spires of the city to cheer on their favored young builders.

* '''"Canal Hopper" -- by Elaejia and Aendir Silithyr Loenthra'''
:a double-hulled lacecut cypress faering
:Large enough for one or two children, the two layers of this small vessel's hull display careful attention to each detail. The grey-washed outer hull is a study in delicate laceworking, a motif of water lilies making use of more negative space than actual cypress wood. The lilac-tinted inner hull is stippled in pointille gold that echo the pattern, glinting in the ambient light. A pair of benches span the interior, and two gilt oar-rests rise from the gunwhales, carved in the shape of open-mouthed toads.
----

In 5122, the cousins opted to import an antiquity for display in the exhibition from their home of Ta'Loenthra: An example of a traditional Loenthran funerary mask, this piece represents the traditional wood and metalworking of the mortuary artists of the port city. The chief aim of such masks is to capture the essence of the deceased in symbolism and artistry. This mask memorializes Thalanil Phixisys Loenthra, a merchant captain and dedicated husband and father. While masks were often traditionally buried with the deceased, Captain Phixisys passed away at sea, and his memorial mask was kept by his family for generations before being endowed in trust to the Silithyr Mortuaem.

* '''A Loenthran Funerary Mask -- circa 4424'''
:a crested flame birch funerary mask
:An undulating grain pattern flows in ribbons toward the crest of this mask, evoking the ripples of a disturbed pond. The tranquil paternal visage is limned in gold, securing polished blue-green corals in whorls around the closed eyes and along the fine-boned cheeks. A broad demilunar crest arcs across the brow, extending into a gilt frieze displaying three coursed tableaus: a tiny empty canal boat trailing the wake of a galleon, a sunflower bowing to the sun in exaltation, and seahorse herding his young.
----

In 5123, Elaejia again took part in the Grand Art Exhibit of Cairnfang manor, this time with another politically inflected piece. To her great regret, due to pressing circumstances surrounding a lost business and patronage venture, she was unavoidably forced to miss the announcement that her piece was honored with the Best in Show distinction in this year.

* '''"In The Dark" -- by Elaejia Silithyr Loenthra'''
:a labradorite crucible sculpture
:The natural labradorescence of this stone sculpture shimmers with pavonated colors, appearing from different angles at once emerald, cobalt, and gold. Carved in the likeness of a detailed forge, complete with incised flames, it features a crucible and tongs, along with a die for shaping molten metals. On a nearby work surface, a collection of identical castings - an oil lamp shot through with cracks and gaping holes, clearly useless.
:'''☆ Best in Show, 5123 ☆'''
----
5124's submission to the Grand Art Exhibit was a followup to "In the Dark" partly inspired by the world events between the two exhibitions, and Elaejia's perspective on the same.

* '''"Into the Light" by Elaejia Silithyr Loenthra'''
:a pellucid glass celestial sphere
:Etched with filamentous linework, the transparent outer glass of the celestial sphere depicts the constellations of Elanthia, every star represented by the barest hint of a point, save one boldly etched as a starburst - the point of the Spire. Within the sphere, a telescope rests upon a smaller orb painted in terrestrial hues, pointed in the bold star's direction. However, the angle of the miniature horizon suggests that the Spire would not yet be visible through its lens.
:'''☆ Third Place, 5124 ☆'''
----
5125's submission to the Grand Art Exhibit took a new direction, inspired by Elaejia's experiences in the [[Hinterwilds]].

* '''"Wey Selan" by Elaejia Silithyr Loenthra'''
:a pyramidal wirework sculpture
:A dark armature suggests a fragmented, disjointed pyramid lashed throughout with a filamentous webwork of metal wires. Each wire is drawn from a different ore - copper, faenor, vaalin, laje, and more - each metal lending its unique color to the three-dimensional tapestry. In the center of the piece, a hammered disc hangs suspended perfectly level, vibrating with nearby footfalls, casting chaotic refractions of light from its hammered surface across the polished filaments surrounding it.
:'''☆ Second Place, 5125 ☆'''
----
==Research Interests==
* [[2022-12-04_Botanical_Research_Presentation_(log) |Fungi of the Broken Lands]]
* [[Valley_of_Gold/Tales_of_the_Argent_Mirrors_(log) | Contextualizing Artwork - The Rhyme Royal]]
* [[Desire of the Moons: The Elun Isille (essay)|Desire of the Moons: The Elun Isille]]
* [[Mist Harbor Library Lectures - 2024-03-03 - On Folklore and Oral Histories (log)|On Folklore and Oral Histories]]

==Vignettes & Errata==
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Elaejia (prime)/2021-08-22 - Slough

2025-03-09T20:27:59Z

LUNATUNES: added letter

{{creative-work | title = Slough| type = short story | author = Elaejia| author-displayed = [[Elaejia (prime)|Elaejia Silithyr Loenthra]] | date = 2023-02-20}}

Routine. Starting every day with the same routine was important. A cup or two of strong black coffee, a glance through her ledgers and calendar, perhaps a few moments with a familiar book. Then a long hot bath, a few moments spent at the mirror with a brush, and at the wardrobe with a critical eye. These little rituals were important to center oneself and prepare for the day ahead.

However, on this morning, and on those of the past several weeks, Elaejia made a small but salient change to her routine. She drank wine.

Wilver delivered her requested bottle each morning with a worried look, and had on several occasions attempted to chide her, but after the first week even his most cantankerous exhortations were silenced by Elaejia’s temper.

Another new addition to the routine: reading the <span class="mw-customtoggle-letter" style="color:#0000ff">letter</span>.. It was the second letter he had ever written to her, and like the first, it had arrived late.
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Beloved Cousin,

I’m certain that by the time you’ve read this letter, you’ve already known of my departure. Though I had only told Jossarian, I expressed to him that he shan’t keep it from you - but also requested of him that he not tell you until I’ve left.

Recent events have caused me to consider more deeply what I want out of my own life, and what sort of loose-ends I wish to tie. While I wouldn’t ever express it outwardly to anyone else, I was not happy in my engagement with Lady Bayvel-Timsh’l and I am relieved to be unburdened with it. My personal pursuits never mixed well with fawning - either directed at me or the requirement that I direct it at someone else.

Furthering the ‘loose-ends’ discussion, though, I thought it high time I ceased my retreat from accountability. One might argue the damage done to me was already more than enough, but I seek atonement with our people. I would prefer not to spend the rest of my life in hiding, or without the ability to see the rest of our family.

Leaving you was no easy feat. You’ve brought the comfort of home to me - and have done so selflessly. There is nothing that I desire more in the Lands than to be in your company, and to remain in it. I hope that you’ll forgive me for my sudden departure. I suspected that if you knew of it, you would seek to put a stop to it. While I would be appreciative of that, we all deserve some closure on this chapter of our lives.

Know that I am taking the greatest care, and fully intend to return to You and Jossarian.

Ever Yours,

Aendir Silithyr Loenthra
</pre></div>
"I thought it high time I ceased my retreat from accountability... Leaving you was no easy feat... There is nothing I desire more in the lands than to be in your company."

Seven years. That was the span of time she had believed him dead.

Three years, the span of time since she received his first letter, a bolt from the blue.

Two years, the span of time since she watched him pledge himself to another.

At each juncture, Elaejia had endured a different ember of torment, and employed different effort to douse it. The first was a heavy, leaden thing, a collar that burned her throat and compressed her heart. She had drunk endless cups of tea with his widowed mother Maescia, as the grieving woman attempted to divine any rhyme or reason in their leaves.

The second was a breathless, pulse-pounding storm of white hot sparks that tore through her breast, shattering the collar. She had tried brandy then, to dull their pinpricks of confused ire and hope, as she set her mind to the journey west.

The third was a bitter and grainy coal that sat lumpen in her mouth, and could not be dislodged, only swallowed time and time again. This last she doused in coffee, strong and equally bitter, busied herself frenetically with work, and believed if she befriended his fiance, she could at last choke it down for good.

This last of course was accompanied by her introduction to Rauka, who seemed to be summoned by the tempestuous storms of her emotions. Had he been there every time before, lingering nearby, waiting? She could not say for certain. What peace she had not been able to find in her conversations with the Lorekeeper, she had finally managed to locate in his alien, vulturine companionship. But now outside the window, Rauka perched in his usual spot, and she studiously ignored his piercing crimson gaze.

This latest outrage had undone all her work again, and a new heat flared to life around her heart: a delicate molten glass lamina, threatening to harden... or shatter.

In truth, Elaejia felt made all of glass, liable to crack at any moment. The wine created a comfortable cotton feeling of safety that let her go about her days with relative normalcy. Elaejia poured the last of today’s bottle into her goblet and stared moodily at nothing as she drank it mechanically, without enjoyment, waiting for its swaddling armor to surround her.

"Wilver, draw the bath," she whispered tonelessly into the wind, knowing it would carry her request to his ear. It was time to start the day.
----
Some days later, her morning review of her calendar revealed that today she had agreed to travel west with Daevian. They had discussed this trip excitedly some time ago, to trek back to the uncanny Broken Lands and revisit the flora there to study whether its properties might be of interest or use.

She glanced longingly at the still-corked bottle set on her table that morning, but knew she should not. Daevian was far too perceptive. It was likely only the social settings of their past few meetings that had allowed her to mask her wine-steeped mind with apparent good humor.

"Aside from the foolish spectacle you made last week, of course," she thought grimly as she sorted through her wardrobe. She cursed herself for the hundredth time for her inability to contain that outburst at Aquilon and Lady Veloth. "There’s no way to salvage that gracefully, either, you bloody-minded fool."

Dry amusement tinged with a hint of pity once again filtered through the link she shared with Rauka, where he’d settled in the back of her mind. She glanced disgustedly through the open window at the vulture ready to snap at him, but the molten heat around her heart crackled dangerously and closed her eyes instead, turning away. His amusement faded and the pity transformed into a perversely comforting feeling of determination.

"Yes, today I will manage to appear normal. I can do that much, at least. Though I do wish you would come with me today, Rauka." The link shivered with revulsion and Elaejia got the sense that the bird could not understand her desire to return.

Shaking her head again, she finished dressing and braided her hair. "Well, I intend to stay in the west for some time. I cannot look at this villa one more day. So at the very least you can make your way to Vornavis and await me there."

Rauka regarded her with one red-ringed eye for a long moment, before leaping into the sky with heavy beats of his powerful wings.

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Elaejia (prime)/2025-02-23 - Wedding of Aendir and Elaejia (log)

2025-03-06T16:14:53Z

LUNATUNES: fixed log formats again

The wedding of Aendir and Elaejia Silithyr took place on 23rd Fashanos, 5123 at the [[Ilyan Syndicate]]'s Illithien Aerie in Ta'Illistim.

==Program==
<pre{{log2}}>
The letters E and A are entwined in a calligraphied monogram overlaid on a watermarked vivid ianthine gladiolus at the top of of the white program.

In the Common language, it reads:
~ * ~ Elaejia x Aendir ~ * ~
Marriage Program
* 2:00pm ~ Gathering of the Guests ~
Guests to assemble in the Aerie Conservatory
* 2:30pm ~ Procession & Ceremony ~
The couple will arrive and exchange traditional Loenthran vows
* 3:00pm ~ Reception Feast & Gifts of Poesy ~
The Celebrants and Guests to gather in Astrapia Hall
for dancing, merriment, and to share their gifts of love poetry
* 4:00pm ~ Farewell & Blessings ~
As the winter sun sinks to its rest, the couple will
take their leave with the well-wishes of their beloved kin & friends
</pre>

==Procession & Ceremony==
The guests gathered in the Conservatory beneath the Aerie's dwarf haon tree, which cast otherworldly shade through its translucent leaves over an aeunarad arbor. A carpet of rose petals formed the aisleway for the couple when they made their entrance from the halls below.

'''Click to expand''' <span class="mw-customtoggle-outfits" style="color:#0000ff">outfits</span>.
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You see Master Aendir Silithyr Loenthra the Financier.
He appears to be an Elf.
He is tall and has a lean, rangy build. He appears to be in the bloom of youth. He has keen, silver-edged coal black eyes and fair skin. He has neck length, fine glaes-sheened hair briskly combed back from the temples with a bone white tuft at his part. He has a long face, a classical nose and angular pointed ears. He has finely sculpted and refined features, save for the jagged scar that runs from the bottom of his right ear to the base of his neck. He is inked with a repeating motif of entwined klys leaves and gladioli upon his hands.
He has a silhouette of two counter-set ebon crows inked boldly on the back of his right hand.
His imposing figure is obscured by a haze of shadowy black.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a band-collared snowy white vicuna coat split into jet-limned tails, an onyx jacquard cincher over a winter white noil shirt contrasted by a twice-knotted cravat of onyx jacquard, a slim band of klys leaf-chased gold encircling the left ring finger, some jet-hued vicuna trousers buttoned in vaalin, and some sable suede-framed velvet shoes buckled with ebon cloisonne.
</pre><pre{{log2|border=none|font=arial}}>
You see Lady Elaejia Silithyr Loenthra the Benefactress.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is perfectly postured and has a muscled, but soft physique. She appears to be in the spring of life. She has subtly tilted cobalt-violet eyes and rose-tinted fair skin. She has very long, silky caramel-brushed blonde hair that cascades in a subtly gold-sheened curtain. She has a thin-boned, gracefully angular countenance, tapering to a softly pointed chin. She is inked with a repeating motif of entwined klys leaves and gladioli upon her hands.
She has a band of silver-inked sigils on her wrist.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a fan-collared snowy vicuna cape draped from a tiered set of jet-lined pearl pauldrons, an ebon noil blouse caught at the cuffs by vaalin buttons, a slim ring of klys leaf-chased gold encircling the left ring finger, a contoured cloudsilk cincher spilling a train of ebon charmeuse ribbon-ruched folds, some snowy vicuna trousers paneled in jet lace, and a pair of pearlescent floriated velvet slippers lofted on silk-bowed ebon heels.
</pre><pre{{log2|border=none|font=arial}}>
You see Lord Daevian Corwyth Vaalor.
He appears to be an Elf.
He is strikingly tall and has a robust and strapping physique. He appears to be an adult. He has piercing albino pink eyes and milky white skin. He has very long, silky platinum hair twisted into a coiled bun of loose overlapping plaits, adorned with a spiraling ornament of glossy crow feathers. He has a chiseled, angular face, a gently sloped nose and slightly upswept pointed ears. A whip-thin scar curves around the right side of his neck. He has a curvilinear stroke of smoke black lined across his lashes, the ink tapering towards his brow.
He has an inked collection of medicinal herbs running the length of his arm.
He is in good shape.
He is holding an ebon parchment envelope in his left hand.
He is wearing assorted smoky glass earcuffs, a navel-length trio of knotted platinum rope chains, a dusk grey jacquard jacket worked in metallic-threaded fractals, a charcoal silk cincher boned in bare pewter branches extending upward over an ebon rosesilk-paneled shirt with a semi-sheer chiffon yoke, a stained glass iridescent ebon crow cuff, a hammered platinum band sliced by obsidian encircling the left ring finger, some fitted pewter vicuna pants laced at the back, and a pair of black leather boots with knee-high split cuffs.
</pre><pre{{log2|border=none|font=arial}}>
You see Jossarian Silithyr the Artist.
He appears to be a Loenthra Elf.
He is tall and has a broad-shouldered slender frame. He appears to be youthful. He has subtly tilted ink blue eyes and fair skin. He has waist length, silky pale golden hair swept back into a sleek, clubbed queue by a ribbon of interwoven black silk and smoky amethyst feathers tied at mid-back. He has a fine-boned, angular face and a narrow, slightly cleft chin. Dark shadows mar the skin beneath his eyes. Tarnished silver wires coil artfully about both his ears, securing along their upper ridges a pair of thin niello silver quills trailing backswept coal black crow feathers in wispy arcs.
He has a tendril of entwined platinum and tarnished silver in the upper ridge of his right ear.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a high-collared charcoal grey moire silk jacket trailing a gauzy floor-length cape, a lustrous white silk cravat shot with silver threads, a silvered silk jacquard waistcoat woven throughout with motes of smoky grey shadowglass over a tab-collared white silk shirt with artfully flared cuffs, a stained glass iridescent ebon crow cuff, a matte silver band split by pave black sapphires encircling the left ring finger, a wide black star sapphire ring, a snug pair of pale grey leather pants, and some dusky shark skin boots with glass-like obsidian toes.

You have metallic-sparked notes of ozone crackling against seawater-heavy mist, creating an atmosphere charged with flashes of dark and light. Faint traces of ash enshroud the corrupted iron core, sweetened only by tentacles of thick molasses that threaten to draw the scent into depths of blackened vanilla.
</pre><pre{{log2|border=none|font=arial}}>
You see Miss Lissaya Vaillancourt Loenthra the Witch of the Shining City.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is average height and has a slender build. She appears to be in the bloom of youth. She has dark-lashed, wide larkspur blue eyes and exceedingly fair skin. She has mid back-length, languidly waved vanilla blonde hair smoothly swept into an elegant chignon at the nape of her neck and pinned beneath a ribbon-looped net and silk fascinator dotted in jeweled origami butterflies. Dainty but sharp fae-like features dominate her face. A prismatic dark magenta wispstone is positioned between her eyes, which casts a sparkling lavender-grey sheen across her face.
She has a trio of twisted silver rings in her left eyebrow, an intricate blackwork tattoo blossoming down her left arm, and a tattooed ring of stylized greyscale flames on her finger.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a floral-motif back pendant of silver revealing a pearlescent briar-winged butterfly, a floor-grazing wrap of lush dark sable casually slung over her shoulder, a drape-backed mauve cloudsilk gown pinned by lengths of naevela-crafted blossoms, a spill of semi-sheer lace underskirts illuminated by shards of arathiel, a narrow silver filigree signet, and some dusky mauve pearl-beaded lace pompes raised on naevela-wrapped heels.

You have lush layers of rose aromatics twisting about you. The essence of fresh-cut selanael with hints of herbaceous and violet-scented beleria flows through the rose-laden perfume, while crushed aelerine notes and a tinge of ivybriar shine through at the last moment.
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You see Adjutant Yunni Radottir Ardenai the Crimson Adventurer.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is taller than average and has a leanly muscled physique. She appears to be of a tender age. She has sparkling crystal green eyes and fair skin. She has long, braided strawberry blonde hair pulled back into a single wrist-thick braid that falls across a clean undercut at her nape. She has a delicate face and thin eyebrows. Her features as a whole are androgynous in quality.
She has a chain of intricate runes tattoo on her finger.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a shoulder-pinned plum velvet court cape lined in white silk, a delicate chain tucked into a vest pocket, a pearlescent flyrsilk vest over a violet-grey ruhani wool tunic sewn with beleria clusters, some fitted pearlescent organza trousers with a braided silver belt, and some iron grey talon-gilded tweed knee-boots laced with silver-gilt rope.
</pre><pre{{log2|border=none|font=arial}}>
You see Great Lady Traiva Verethundi the Incantress.
She appears to be an Aelotoi of the Mrae'ni Clan.
She is petite in stature and has an hourglass figure. She appears to be in the spring of life. She has smoldering, viridian-flecked dark hazel eyes and rose-tinted ivory skin. She has hip length, softly curled deep cordovan hair woven into a multi-strand braid pinned by a translucent organza rosette framed by a fan of green-black feathers. She has a heart-shaped face and high cheekbones. She has a silver-washed dove grey lacquer brushed onto her gently tapered fingernails. She has a pair of jade-veined elongated emerald wings.
She has a stalk of blush-hued tuberoses nestled in vivid jade green leaves on her arm, and a knotwork and dragonfly tattoo on her neck.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing some mosaic-set iridescent ebon crow earrings a translucent chalcedony rose suspended from a thin silk ribbon, a trailing silk crepe gown with a fan of nacreous feathers on each sleeveless shoulder with an ebon lace corset visibly boned along the contours of the hips underneath, some elbow-length flyrsilk gloves woven with a subtle feather motif, a narrow silver ring sporting a green-sheened nacreous starling, some whisper-thin stockings of gilt-veiled pearl gossamer, and a pair of nacreous starling-beaded branch-inked silk slippers.

Traiva has the bare scent of sheer white musk and paper-thin citrus peel enveloping her. Dulcet base notes of lush faewood blossoms enrich the perfume with an intensely floral core.
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You see Loremaster Rohese Bayvel Illistim.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is taller than average with a slender willowy form. She appears to be of a tender age. She has silver-lashed misty grey eyes and preternaturally pale skin. She has lustrous, cool silver hair drawn back in elegant twists that are captured by an intricately woven circlet of lavender wisteria and glossy verdant leaves, though several tendrils slip free to halo the face. She has slender ears peeking through her hair that taper to fine points. Her composed expression has a sense of scholarly authority despite her youthful, fey-like appearance. A delicate pallid violet amethyst cut into a sharply pointed teardrop is positioned between her eyes, which casts a sparkling deep lavender sheen across her face.
She has a scattering of tiny opal droplets set along the slender tips of her pointed ears, a cascade of tiny silver stars tattooed over her right eyebrow that fades into her hairline, and an inking of a faint star constellation on her neck.
She has occasional faint traces of text flowing beneath her visible skin.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a luxurious pale golden velvet stole, a vine-like kelyn ring cradling a violet and gold amethyst in a curled leaf, a muted celadon silk gown with soft silver-tinged hanging sleeves with a smooth lavender charmeuse shift with a glimmering gold and silver sheen underneath, and a pair of pearlescent lavender silk chopines.

Rohese has in the air about her a shroud, as light as feathered wings, held aloft by a breath of wisteria incense stirred by strands of niveous calla lily. Chords of white sandalwood and rose attar thread languidly throughout, underscored by a touch of frankincense.
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You see Dame Dirra Crawfinn the Knight of Vornavis.
She appears to be a Human from Vornavis.
She is average height. She appears to be an adult. She has sparkling pale blue eyes and pale skin. She has very long, tousled copper red hair swept back from the temples. She has a delicate face, a freckled nose and high cheekbones.
She has a chain of intricate runes tattoo on her arm.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a braided silken ribbon choker, an argent silk cloak, a hammered silver livery collar, a sleeveless icy blue silk dress with black opal beading on the skirts, a pair of argent watered silk high-heeled shoes, and a pair of golden spurs.
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You see Lord Teveriel Anduin Vaalor the Nobleman of the Fortress.
He appears to be an Elf.
He is tall in stature and has a hard-muscled physique. He appears to have come of age. He has brooding steel grey eyes and fair skin. He has mid-back length, straight pale blonde hair worn loose save for a duo of lengthy temple-braids tucked behind the left ear, the foremost one secured by a simple suede cord adorned with a splayed trio of nacreous raven feathers. He has a chiseled, angular face, a straight nose and broad shoulders. His steeply arched, dark eyebrows and symmetrical features lend him a dour countenance.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a white satin jacket tooled along the leather collar with errant wing patterns, a rose-burnt velvet cravat, an onyx-buttoned waistcoat of anthracite damask over a crisp ivory linen shirt with a spread stygian suede collar, a signet band of interlocking vaalin plumes, some pale cameline trousers with a tight herringbone weave, and a pair of black boar hide square-toed shoes laced with silver satin.
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You see Lucraine the Composer.
He appears to be a Human from Highmount.
He is taller than average. He appears to be very young. He has long-lashed, marine-haloed crystal blue eyes and bronze skin. He has long, straight blonde hair gathered into two long braided pigtails beneath a flat-topped hat with a silver-winged fat-bottomed bumblebee-painted card tucked in the band. He has a clean-shaven face, a classical nose and a well-defined jawline that is marred only by a fading mark from the remnants of an old bee sting. He has an octagonal gold honeycomb earcuff attached to his ear.
He has an onyx-shaded crimson flame tattoo on his finger, a gold-twined ivory bar in the upper ridge of his left ear, and a plump honeybee tattoo nestled into a four leaf clover on his ear.
A tiny swarm of plump saffron bumblebees buzz to and fro around Lucraine, the black-striped insects occasionally resting upon his gloves, tipping their bodies upside down as they inspect the honeycomb patterns.
He is in good shape.
A knobby sentient potato sprouting a fuzzy peach is settled on his shoulder.
He is wearing a large gold earring, a lustrous black silk kimono inked with white musical notations, a polished redwood mandolin with a bee embossed honey-hued strap, a high-collared niveous satin shirt, a bumblebee-etched golden armcuff set with eyes of diamond studs, a curved gold signet crafted in an amber-filled honeycomb pattern, a bee-motif honey silk sash, some gently flared ebon silk nanjir side-seamed with subtle whitework arabesques, and a pair of obsidian black smooth ramie silk divit-toed shoes.
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You see Riend Ar'Fiernel the Master Artisan of Locksmehr River.
She appears to be a Sylvankind.
She is tall in stature and has a lithesome, nimble build. She appears to be in the bloom of youth. She has expressive, chestnut-haloed malachite green eyes and gardenia white skin. She has fine, textured hellebore black hair artfully plaited into a wide basket weave and pulled back into a low bun accented by a spiral pattern of aura agita and ithaenil beads. She has an oval face, a gently sloped nose and gracefully pointed ears that complement her high cheekbones. Though her features are predominantly sylvan, subtleties in the shape of her face and the tilt of her eyes appear faintly erithian. She wears a filigree-set arathiel earcap reflecting through pink petalite blossoms, the gradient of colors tracing her temples.
She has a rune tattoo on her arm.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing an avian-carved gold back pendant nestled in a bouquet of stargazer lyshaelyn florals, a pale rose quartz chainsil bliaut contoured by a ribbon-laced corsage of overlapped silk leaves with a faintly ruched pallid silk chemise trailing pendant sleeves of floral lace underneath, an arabesqued cavela belt thrice-wrapped snugly around the abdomen, and a pair of marbled pink pearl-beaded lace slippers raised on foliate ora heels.
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You see Rivienne Mandaire Loenthra of the Shining City.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is petite and has a balletic body. She appears to have come of age. She has demure violet eyes and silken alabaster skin. She has long, free-flowing starling black hair woven into an intricate infinity knot pierced by a quintet of rose gold hairsticks with branch-like ends arranged in a fan. She has narrow, delicately pointed ears. Her aspect embodies a fluid symmetry of sharp angles and gentle curves.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a plum velvet shawl, a peach silk gown painted with a plum beleria over its left side, a linked rose gold bracelet set with ovals of amethyren, and a pair of smoky violet tone-on-tone damask chopines set on orbed rose gold heels.
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A layer of water surrounds Arenglae and ripples with each movement.
You see Lady Arenglae Amalathia of House Illistim.
She appears to be an Illistim Elf.
She is average height and has a lithesome, nimble build. She appears to be of a tender age. She has subtly tilted argent-sheened celestial blue eyes and impeccably radiant lotus white skin. She has very long, silvery arctic white hair caught in a series of braided loops beneath a labyrinthine platinum circlet side-framed in a curtain of white ermine moth beads, the ends subtly concealed beneath the coils. She has a gently sloped aquiline nose and elongated outwardly curved ears. A subtly strong chin offsets the smooth, soft features gently rounding out her face.
She has a quintet of niello silver teardrops inset with everfrost shards in the upper ridge of her left ear.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a double-tiered platinum choker dripping inky black nightstones, an overgown of overlapping twisted silver chains draped from a brilliant snowblind diamond pendant over a lustrous white samite bliaut front-split over some silver lace and silk underskirts, a twisted blue vaalin signet ring bearing an elven crest, and some nacre velvet pompes dripping thin chains down each ankle.
Swirls of pale silver snowflakes fall slowly across her form, glistening faintly as she moves.
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You see Lord Kothos Blud the Priest of Ivas.
He appears to be a Half-Elf.
He is very tall and has a broad-shouldered slender frame. He appears to be in the spring of life. He has copper-ringed seaglass green eyes and sun-bronzed, coppery skin. He has long, voluminous raven black hair cascading into a lush tumult of violet-sheened curls. He has a graceful, oval-shaped face, an aquiline nose and a set of high cheekbones that are softened by the gentle contours of his jawline. His rounded nails are brushed with matte, aquamarine-tinted electrum lacquer highlighting a powdery spring azure butterfly perched upon the ring finger.
He has a balefire-hued shrouded bog tattoo on his thigh.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a simple copper medallion graced with milky jade orchid inlay, a wisp-shaped aventurine Ivas symbol suspended from a rose gold chain, an interlocking chain of bronze thorns strung upon ribbed smoke-grey silk ribbons, a jade green lushly embroidered cassock composed of copper-threaded spidersilk, an intertwining copper and gold wristcuff, a black enameled bracer with a silver gryphon set in a ruby circle, and some mesh sandals beaded with green velvet malachite stones.
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You see Adalfuns Kylling.
He appears to be a Human.
He is tall. He appears to be young. He has blue eyes and tanned skin. He has nape-length, silky blonde hair. He has broad shoulders. A mask covers his face, shrouding it in a layer of scaled vruul skin and faenor.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a rope-chained kelyn necklace strung with a cushion-cut ember orange hyacinth pendant, a honeycomb-patterned hunter green leather jerkin, a high-collared niveous linen shirt with subtle embroidery, a squared celaeun signet, some fitted walnut brown kidskin pants, and a pair of dark floral-branded suede shoes with low kelyn heels.
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A faint, haunting melody seems to accompany the light surrounding Imrys, the air around her rippling with sound. Delicate strands of pale light weave through the melody, as though she is suspended in an unseen current of music; the notes are barely perceptible but mesmerizing.
You see Imrys Kylling Ardenai the Muse.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is average height and has a lissome figure. She appears to be very young. She has vibrant dark blue-green eyes and very fair, lightly freckled skin. She has long, gleaming pearl blonde hair smoothly brushed beneath a filigreed rose gold circlet haloed in stargazer jade cabochons and left in curtains of ironed-straight strands. She has a fine-boned face, a straight nose and slightly pointed ears. She has lusterless smoke grey lacquer brushed onto her long fingernails.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a collar of slim bronze branches, a truffle-hued wyrsilk ruhana draped loosely from the upper arms, a rose gold velveteen gown grazed with tiny bronze oak leaves, an intricately woven wrist-cuff of luminescent peach sel'elun blossoms, a slender lytani wedding band, a petite pink lily jade signet, and a pair of rose gold lustrous satin slippers set on fluted bronze heels.
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You see Lucrecea Ruin the Envoy of the North.
She appears to be an Ardenai Elf.
She is of a slight height and has a svelte figure. She appears to be youthful. She has slightly canted vibrant mulberry-hued eyes and smoothly tanned skin. She has gentle curls of long, bronze-swept silky raven black hair that falls in a tousled mane to the center of her back. She has a delicately boned face and long, slender ears ending in thinly tapering tips. A tiny arathiel songbird earcap is perched atop the tip of her left ear, softly illuminating the contours of her profile.
She has sharply tapering strokes inked in deep ebony sweeping upward from the corners of her eyes.
A fan of ethereal blades hovers high about her form, twisting and turning silently.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a black iron circlet wrought into branching antlers, a filigree collar of dark garnet teardrops, a full-faced dark wolf stole with long alabaster claws, a smooth ebony crocodile skin corset presenting a structured hourglass silhouette over a trained jet black gown with shoulder-draped appliques, a darkened pewter signet ring, and some pale satin pompes raised upon iron-caged avian skulls that cradle the heels.
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You see Sir Cryheart Thaxin the Knight Banneret.
He appears to be a Human from Honneland.
He is taller than average and has a muscular physique. He appears to be time-worn. He has piercing blue-grey eyes and tanned skin. He has shoulder-length, tousled golden brown hair with the slightest hint of grey at the temples. He has an angular face, a prominent nose and broad shoulders. A slight scar, barely visible, indents his left cheek.
He has a rampant silver gryphon tattoo on his neck, and a pair of small ivory bone rings in the upper ridge of his left ear.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a silver-edged blue pelican feather, a raven-black wool tam o'shanter, an ebony headband swirled with red and silver tones, a midnight black earcuff tooled with a silver gryphon, a hammered golvern torc ending in bloodjewel-eyed gryphon heads, a supple suede fetish beaded with chips of bone, an elongated ur-barath rune, a gilded locus, a wyrmwood amulet, an urglaes thumb-ring, a hammered gold band, an intricately woven wrist-cuff of owl feathers and luckbloom blossoms, a gold-linked ghezyte bracelet with tiny malachite vines, some fitted myklian scale gloves, a silver-edged emerald hair ribbon, some rusalkysk-banded rusalkoren bracers, a black enameled bracer with a silver gryphon set in a ruby circle, a glaes-bound ebonwood badge, a quintuple orb brooch, a mystical jade dragon pin, a braid-trimmed black silk sash, a bronze and star ruby pin, a gauzy emerald green scarf embroidered with a white swan, a raven black wool shirt with silver-framed gryphon-shaped cufflinks, a green and claret wool greatkilt, a black cotton twill cloak, a black leather belt with a silver gryphon buckle, a hammered copper bell strung from ivory ribbons, a crystallized silvery fossil charm, a close-fitting pyrothag hide sheath, a bear skin leather pouch, a rolaren mesh sack with a veniom clasp in the shape of a silver gryphon, a supple brindlecat hide herb satchel with a leaf-shaped eahnor clasp, a pair of red gillies and hose, and a pair of golden spurs.
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You see Arena Contender Kayse Thaellian the Firefly of the Darkstone Bay Consortium.
She appears to be an Aelotoi of the Vaer'sah Clan.
She is statuesque and has a curvaceous figure. She appears to be youthful. She has voluminously lashed, viridian-specked pear green eyes and freckle-dusted, smooth olive skin. She has long, lustrous deep garnet-hued hair styled into tousled, unruly waves that are loosely pulled back at the temples with some sinous dark gold hairpins, the style left to drape over each of her shoulders. She has strong and toned features, yet still possesses alluring feminine qualities enhanced by her soft full blush-hued lips. She has a pair of oval niveous-veined shadowy black wings.
She has a rune tattoo on her arm, an onyx-hued palm print inked on her wrist, a primitively inked white jagged heart on her finger, a multi-colored ink splotched lily on her arm, a kohl-outlined feather quill on her wrist, an inked vine laden with blossoms on her waist, a series of smoke-hued feathers inked along her collarbone, and an ink-stroked flaming violet edged in gilt on her finger.
She has occasional faint traces of ivory-striated nightshade petals flowing beneath her visible skin.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing some gilt-swirled plum zelflyr fragments laying loosely across the decolletage, a satin-lined smoke grey paeline cloak, a low-cut dark golden velvet bliaut pin-pleated to reveal cream underskirts with a silk chemise accented by variegated plum lace applique underneath, a zydris and sephwir ring, and a pair of cream-hued shimmering aqilorn shoes lofted on chain-draped heels.
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You see Lady Cylnthia Kythnis Ardenai the Evergreen Rose.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is tall in stature. She appears to be advanced in years. She has twinkling, gold-flecked forest green eyes and sun-kissed, unblemished skin. She has ankle-length, sleek raven black hair gathered into a ponytail caught by a single sapphire rosebud. Her long, graceful ears are partially hidden by wayward strands of her hair.
She has a golden leaf tattoo on her neck, and some warmly inked harvest-hued vines on her leg.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a thick ruhani wool wrap, a back-latticed dark malachite green satin gown side-split from hip to ankle, some rose-embroidered evergreen silk gloves, a braided belt, and some soft dark umber slippers inset with onyx roses.

You have the evergreen aroma of redwoods about you, as enduring as the old-growth forests themselves. The crimson notes sink into a heart of blackened vanilla, a smoky sweetness that melds seamlessly with the wood. Even as the fragrance begins to fade, all chords are accounted for, and together they disperse on barely there hints of rock rose.
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===Ceremony===
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[Illithien Aerie, Conservatory]
Warm, moisture-laden air fills this large conservatory. Countless panes of copper-hued glass framed with white metal arch high overhead, flooding the space with warm sunlight. Songbirds flit about, warbling mellifluously. Marble tile pathways lead between raised planter beds, each filled with lush flora and dotted with blooms in gradient hues. A densely canopied dwarf haon is the focal point, its translucent leaves casting a luminescent halo magnified by a reflection pool beneath its elliptical foliage. You also see a bushy-tailed desert coyote, a black-tipped cloud wolf, the Corlandith disk, the tooled leather Adalfuns disk, '''a carpet of rose petals leading to a verdant woven aeunarad arbor, a rectangular pale linden tea table carved with bas-relief roses with some stuff on it''', a descending curved staircase and an arched glass-paned door.
Also here: Kippe, Riend, Loremaster Rohese, Magister Raelee, Lady Arenglae, Drazaa, Arena Contender Kayse, Rivienne, Lord Kothos, Dame Dirra, Lucraine, Lord Teveriel, Corlandith, Adalfuns, Imrys, Lucrecea, Lady Luxelle, High Lord Aetheri, Miss Lissaya, Lady Cylnthia, Lord Daevian, Great Lady Traiva, Jossarian, Sir Cryheart

Daevian clears his throat.

Teveriel nods understandingly at Lucrecea.

Master Aendir's group just wandered up a descending curved staircase.

Rohese beams happily at Aendir!

Rohese looks at Elaejia and squeals.

Lissaya glances between Aendir and Elaejia.

Kayse glances between Elaejia and Aendir.

Daevian gives a sidelong glance at Aendir.

Kothos gazes admiringly at Elaejia.

Aendir says, "Good afternoon to you all. We are so pleased and honored that you've gathered here with us today."

Marraga just wandered up a descending curved staircase.

Marraga offers Elaejia a spray of dark-hearted ghost flowers.

Marraga blushes a nice shade of light pink.

Elaejia accepts Marraga's ghost flowers.

Marraga just wandered down a descending curved staircase.

Aendir says, "Each of you means something special to us, and we're delighted to share this day with you."

Aendir amusedly says, "Now let us begin, hm? We've kept you waiting long enough."

Luxelle curtsies with a slight tilt of her head, the shadows woven into her elesine gown unfurling like blooms of dusky umbra.

Elaejia smiles quietly to herself.

(Aendir walks down the aisle of petals toward the arbor, causing the scent of bruised roses to meld with the rich loamy atmosphere of the conservatory. The late afternoon sun sparkles through the translucent leaves of the haon tree and glints off his dark hair as he takes his place before the arbor, hands straying to adjust his jacquard cravat.)

Speaking to Daevian, Jossarian whispers aloud, "See? It runs in the family."

Speaking to Aendir, Kothos says, "You both look like mirrored images of one another, already interconnected."

Aendir resolutely states, "We thank you all for joining us on this day when our two souls are at last joined. The paths Elaejia and I walked to this moment were longer and more winding than most, with many steps taken in ignorance or despair, but the power of fate cannot be denied. As we belong to none other than ourselves, we take the last steps to this moment and make our vows directly to one another."

Daevian gazes at Aendir.

(Aendir gazes down the aisleway at Elaejia, and holds out his hand to her in a beckoning gesture.)

(Elaejia glides from the stairway along the bloom-strewn marble path, disturbing the petals with the long train of ruched cloudsilk trailing from the contoured cincher about her waist. Draped from narrow pearl-hued pauldrons, the haloed wool of her snowy white cape swirls with fluid motion as she turns to join Aendir before the woven arbor.)

Rohese places a hand over her heart.

Rohese sighs happily.

Imrys smiles quietly to herself.

Your face lights up with joy for Elaejia.

Elaejia deliberately says, "We make our vows in this place, the Aerie, a triumph and a respite," she pauses here, glancing around at the gathered faces, "Restored by many hands dear to us, and surrounded by friends new and old."

(Elaejia returns his gaze, chin raised and back straight, only the slight whiteness of her knuckles holding the simple spray of dark-hearted ghost flowers betraying any hint of nerves. With a deep, steadying breath, she glances down and removes the ebon ribbon binding the flowers together, letting it flutter to the ground.)

Elaejia weaves her ghost flowers into the strands of her very long caramel-brushed blonde hair.

Elaejia smiles quietly to herself.

Kothos smiles at Elaejia.

Elaejia formally reflects, "The Aeunael - the ancient custom of making promises of love in the highest reaches of the Loenthran willow, the tree of truth," she pauses with a glance through the rosy panes of the Conservatory, indicating the plateau without, "Though we are far from where our aeunarads grow, we stand before this arbor here in high climes, its archway a portal to a new shared beginning."

(Elaejia rests an outstretched hand upon the woven withes of the aeunarad arbor, rustling the viridian leaves slightly.)

(Aendir takes Elaejia's free hand in one of his, twining the other into the withes of the bower, dislodging several of its bright yellow catkins which tumble into the red petal carpet below.)

Speaking steadily to Elaejia, Aendir responds, "Among the slender branches of the aeunarad, higher and higher we climb, and there I offer my heart to you."

Lucrecea gazes with interest at a carpet of rose petals leading to a verdant woven aeunarad arbor.

Speaking formally to Aendir, Elaejia promises, "And here I offer mine in kind, in boughs where only the truth may pass our lips."

Daevian leans softly against Jossarian.

(Elaejia twists her hand within Aendir's grasp in a ritualized manner, unlacing and lacing their fingers together.)

Speaking measuredly to Elaejia, Aendir continues, "Let the promise we make this day be threefold. The first I make with breath - I vow to love you as the moon loves the sea, with the eternal pull we have always known."

Speaking to Aendir, Elaejia responds, "With breath - I vow to love you as the sun cherishes the world, with heat and flame, lighting our new path together. Let the love we share now be as a candle to the bonfire it will become in the time we are together."

(Aendir pauses, turning on a velvet-shod heel toward the linden table beside the arbor for a moment before returning his gaze to Elaejia's countenance.)

Speaking earnestly to Elaejia, Aendir says, "The second promise I seal with beauty - the ephemeral mana that is the soul's only sustenance. I promise to ever seek harmony, dedicating myself to our happiness and success."

Aendir removes a slender copper-nibbed stick on top of the linden tea table.

(Aendir gazes at Elaejia with an expression of pride for a moment before taking her hands in his, bending to the task of painting an intricate motif across the slender back of each.)

Aendir steps up to Elaejia and deftly makes several strokes with his stick, painting out a design upon her hands in mere seconds.

Aendir offers Elaejia a slender copper-nibbed stick.

Elaejia smiles.

Elaejia accepts Aendir's copper-nibbed stick.

Elaejia quietly echoes, "Sealed with beauty - I vow to protect the harmony we create, devoting myself to the pursuit and joy of our shared dreams."

Elaejia gazes at Aendir.

(Elaejia grasps the stick carefully and takes his hands each in turn and replicating the same design, carefully painting around the tattoo already upon his right hand.)

Aendir smiles.

Elaejia steps up to Aendir and deftly makes several strokes with her stick, painting out a design upon his hands in mere seconds.

Elaejia sets a slender copper-nibbed stick on top of the linden tea table.

Twisting his slim band sharply, Aendir draws it over the knuckle of his left ring finger and removes it.

Aendir gazes at the slim band in his hand.

(Aendir lifts his eyes to meet Elaejia's, holding her gaze as he cradles the slim golden band in his hand.)

Aendir muses, "It has been more than a year since we exchanged these bands," he pauses with a smiling glance at those gathered, "As some here may have occasionally reminded us. Each of those days as we built and reinforced this bond, we imbued these symbols with the strength of our love."

Aendir takes a deep breath.

Speaking quietly to Elaejia, Aendir resolves, "The third promise I make with a band of glass, a ring unending - its delicate nature a reminder to ever take care with the heart you've entrusted to me. I promise you the courage to walk by your side until the last stars fade from the heavens."

Kippe smiles at Aendir.

Aendir places his hand on his slim band.

Aendir turns a slim band of klys leaf-chased gold over in his fingers, causing a glimmer of light to play over its surface. When the light fades away, he is now holding a slim band of vaalin-cradled aragless instead.

Aendir gazes lovingly at Elaejia.

Twisting her slim ring sharply, Elaejia draws it over the knuckle of her left ring finger and removes it.

[Illithien Aerie, Conservatory]

Warm, moisture-laden air fills this large conservatory. Countless panes of copper-hued glass framed with white metal arch high overhead, flooding the space with warm sunlight. Songbirds flit about, warbling mellifluously. Marble tile pathways lead between raised planter beds, each filled with lush flora and dotted with blooms in gradient hues. A densely canopied dwarf haon is the focal point, its translucent leaves casting a luminescent halo magnified by a reflection pool beneath its elliptical foliage. You also see a bushy-tailed desert coyote that is sitting, a black-tipped cloud wolf, the Corlandith disk, the tooled leather Adalfuns disk, a carpet of rose petals leading to a verdant woven aeunarad arbor, a rectangular pale linden tea table carved with bas-relief roses with some stuff on it, a descending curved staircase and an arched glass-paned door.

Also here: Lady Elaejia, Master Aendir, Kippe, Riend, Loremaster Rohese, Magister Raelee, Lady Arenglae, Drazaa, Arena Contender Kayse, Rivienne, Lord Kothos, Dame Dirra, Lucraine, Lord Teveriel, Corlandith, Adalfuns, Imrys, Lucrecea, Lady Luxelle, High Lord Aetheri, Miss Lissaya, Lady Cylnthia, Lord Daevian, Great Lady Traiva, Jossarian, Sir Cryheart

Elaejia places her hand on her slim ring.

Elaejia turns a slim ring of klys leaf-chased gold over in her fingers, causing a glimmer of light to play over its surface. When the light fades away, she is now holding a slim ring of vaalin-cradled aragless instead.

Speaking softly to Aendir, Elaejia concludes, "With a band of glass, a symbol of eternity - its fragile form an implicit trust that I shall protect the bond we make this day. I vow to walk by your side on our journey, until the final twilight sets the sun on all things."

Elaejia offers Aendir a slim ring of vaalin-cradled aragless.

Rohese sighs wistfully.

Aendir offers Elaejia a slim band of vaalin-cradled aragless.

Aendir accepts Elaejia's slim ring.

Elaejia accepts Aendir's slim band.

Elaejia slowly twists her slim band onto her left ring finger, sliding it easily over the knuckle and settling it into place.

Aendir slowly twists his slim ring onto his left ring finger, sliding it easily over the knuckle and settling it into place.

Aendir gives Elaejia a lingering kiss.

Elaejia gives Aendir a lingering kiss.

Rivienne places a hand over her heart.

Lucrecea applauds with enthusiasm, seemingly oblivious to her surroundings.

(Cylnthia sighs wistfully, the smile still lingering on her lips.)

Rohese applauds with enthusiasm, seemingly oblivious to her surroundings.

Aendir gazes fondly at Elaejia.

Arenglae applauds politely.

Corlandith applauds.

Cylnthia applauds politely.

Cryheart says, "Well met."

Lucrecea says, "Congratulations, Lord and Lady Silithyr."

Rohese dreamily sighs, "So lovely."

Raelee glances between Aendir and Elaejia.

(Aendir turns toward the gathered assemblage, drawing Elaejia close to his side with an arm around her waist. She clasps his free hand, reaching up and tucking an errand strand of his hair behind his ear.)

Aendir sincerely says, "We thank you all for joining us here today. Your presence is a gift, and an affirmation that fate is not deterred by whispers nor bound by custom. Our flame will not be extinguished, and your support will ever remind us of the promises we made today."

Aendir smiles at Elaejia.

Elaejia smiles up at Aendir with a nod and turns to face the gathering.

Elaejia warmly continues, "Now, we invite you all to join us in celebration. Let the joy be as abundant as the stars, and the warmth as rich as the bonds we all share."

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

Elaejia indicates a descending curved staircase as a possible option.

Kothos applauds Elaejia.

Aendir pulls Elaejia closer to himself.

Aendir gives Elaejia a lingering kiss.

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==Reception Feast & Gifts of Poesy==

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[Illithien Aerie, Astrapia Hall]
Marble pilasters bearing bas-reliefs of elven figures rise toward the arching ceiling above. A banquet table oversees the cleared space of the dance floor from a raised dais, while opposite stands a sideboard full of refreshments beneath a long mirror wrought in imflass filigree. Cushioned chairs, both around the table and along the far wall, offer ample seating. Warm sunlight streams in over the railing of an open balcony onto the dance floor, the lingering shadows kept at bay by gilded candelabra. '''You also see a lacquered black music box painted with silver spirals, a lacquered haon table inlaid with nacre songbirds with some stuff on it, a steeply domed and gilded wire birdcage shrouded in crimson velvet, a ring of tables topped with white candles and wine-dark naefira decorations''' and an ascending crystal walkway.
Also here: Lord Kothos, Dame Dirra, Lucraine, Loremaster Rohese, Lord Teveriel, Lady Arenglae, Rivienne, Lucrecea, Miss Lissaya, Jossarian, Lord Daevian
Obvious exits: west
Cryheart says, "I prepared."

Jossarian firmly says, "Not a one."

Aendir smiles at Cryheart.

Traiva coyly says, "I am sure Rohese found something in a tome."

Daevian says, "I don't know if I qualify as a poet."

Cryheart nods at Elaejia.

Speaking softly to Lissaya, Riend says, "I was hoping to make introductions before, but we may have a moment."

Cryheart says, "Just in case."

Speaking to Cryheart, Aendir asks, "Why don't you start us off, then?"

Lucrecea lightly says, "I believe Daevian was boasting of his writing prowess earlier."

Daevian removes an ebon parchment envelope from in his jacquard jacket.

Speaking slowly to Traiva, Rohese says, "Maybe."

Speaking to Lucrecea, Daevian asks, "Wait, what?"

Daevian laughs!

Cryheart bows to Aendir.

A fiery chorus spills from the lacquered music box with a sharp and captivating staccato rhythm.

Speaking to Riend, Kippe reminds, "Poet."

Cryheart bows to Elaejia.

Rolling her eyes and tossing her head back, Lucrecea titters loudly, then abruptly quiets, immediately shifting to a calm, composed demeanor.

Elaejia laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.

Cryheart says, "I am usually short to the point like dueling."

Speaking to Lissaya, Riend introduces, "Miss Lissaya, this is Kippe... and well," She turns to Kippe and offers an encouraging smile. "Kippe, this is Miss Lissaya."

Speaking to Cryheart, Dirra says, "No one tell Sir Mires, he will have me attempting poetic renditions of recent battles."

Aendir says, "I appreciate that."

Cryheart slowly empties his lungs.

Cryheart recites:

"Love is the warmest feeling
That enters and stays the heart
It is the seal of a bonding
Between two partners who are nae apart."

Cryheart bows.

Aendir applauds.

Speaking quietly to Kippe, Lissaya says, "It's a pleasure to formally make your acquaintance."

Cryheart says, "Thank ye."

Rising and falling with dramatic flair, the music pouring from the lacquered music box sweeps through the area like a tidal surge.

(Elaejia applauds carefully around her champagne flute.)

Cryheart says, "When courting a lady of the court, I hae hae practice."

Speaking to Imrys, Drazaa asks, "Do you see this thing?"

Drazaa glances at a lacquered black music box painted with silver spirals.

Daevian mentions, "Mine has artwork with it."

Speaking amusedly to Kippe, Lissaya says, "Yes and no, I'm sure."

Imrys grins at Drazaa.

Teveriel appears to be struggling to keep a straight face as he glances at Daevian.

Aendir curiously asks, "Did anyone else have any poetry to share?"

Speaking to Elaejia, Daevian says, "I didn't know we would be reading them in front of everyone."

Speaking to Daevian, Jossarian says, "Copycat."

Elaejia laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement from Daevian.

Daevian smirks at Jossarian.

(Rohese tentatively raises her hand.)

Rohese wrinkles her nose.

Aendir nods at Rohese.

Speaking to Aendir, Luxelle asks, "Or a song?"

Aendir says, "Please - go ahead."

Speaking to Rohese, Kothos says, "Ah, this one I have looked forward to."

Speaking innocently to Daevian, Traiva says, "I promise not to hound you for a performance."

Aendir asks, "Lady Bayvel - what have you got for us?"

Daevian asks, "Oh, am I interrupting Rohese?"

Daevian laughs!

Rohese softly says, "This is a poem entitled, "What is Love?"."

Elaejia turns an inquisitive ear toward Rohese.

Rohese recites softly:

"He asked me, 'Lady, what is love?'
And I replied 'My sweet,
It's knowing when to take her hand
And when your eyes should meet.'"

Rohese closes her eyes for a moment.

A fiery chorus spills from the lacquered music box with a sharp and captivating staccato rhythm.

Rohese recites softly:

"'It's knowing when to whisper words
That reach across the ages
And echo all the passion spent
On yesteryear's pages.'"

Rohese recites softly:

"'It's gently finding out about
The things that make her cry,
And earning all her trust in you
By never asking why...'"

(Elaejia takes Aendir's hand in hers.)

Rohese lowers her gaze.

Rohese recites softly:

"'...she takes your love for granted
Though you give it with your heart
Then find it torn to pieces
By a poisoned verbal dart.'"

Rohese bites her lip.

Rohese recites softly:

"'It's giving without taking
Though your need is hard to bear
And selfish, bitter frailty
Demand you have your share...'"

Rohese recites softly:

"'...of tenderness and caring.
So you see, it's quite a prize.
Now my gentle lover,
Help me see it through your eyes.'"

Melting into low tones, the lacquered music box purrs out a sensual bridge of smoldering, smoky notes.

Rohese recites softly:

"He sat in thoughtful silence
Reflecting what I'd said,
Then, with a smile that caught my heart
He raised his glorious head."

Rohese recites softly:

"'Lady, what you've described to me,
The essence of the flame,
For though a man, I realize
My needs are just the same.'"

Rohese lets out a long, contemplative breath.

Rohese softly says, "And I took the liberty of writing it out as a gift for you both."

Rohese removes a glossy bright green envelope from in her velvet stole.

Lucraine applauds Rohese.

Rohese offers Elaejia a glossy bright green envelope.

Lissaya applauds warmly.

Elaejia gazes fondly at Rohese.

Rohese bashfully says, "Thank you."

Aendir appreciatively says, "Thank you very much. A lovely gift, we will cherish it."

Speaking warmly to Rohese, Elaejia says, "That was so deeply beautiful, thank you Rohese."

Speaking to Rohese, Daevian says, "I wish I did not have to follow that."

Speaking to Aendir, Elaejia asks, "Will you please keep this for us?"

Aendir says, "If any of you preferred to write yours out, or send it later - please don't feel obligated."

Daevian tears open his parchment envelope and pulls a piece of white paper from within.

(Daevian moves out to the center of the crowd and clears his throat.)

Daevian takes a drink from his jasmine-infused wine.

Daevian looks rather relaxed.

Teveriel gazes with interest at Daevian.

Jossarian settles his gaze on Daevian, watching him intently.

Speaking to Rohese, Daevian says, "Cover your ears, love."

Rohese laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.

Aendir laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.

Elaejia amusedly murmurs, "Oh, no."

Rohese covers her ears.

Rohese wrinkles her nose.

Daevian recites:

"In the quiet dark
Gentle touch of hearts entwined
Ends with tangled sheets"

Daevian nods once.

Jossarian grins slowly.

Kothos looks thoughtfully at Rohese.

Speaking to Elaejia, Daevian says, "There's drawings."

Daevian offers Elaejia a piece of white paper.

Rolling her eyes and tossing her head back, Lucrecea titters loudly, then abruptly quiets, immediately shifting to a calm, composed demeanor.

Elaejia accepts Daevian's white paper.

Cylnthia says, "That... was brilliant."

Rohese giggles to herself.

Speaking to Daevian, Aendir says, "You rascal."

Elaejia laughs with delight, her eyes full of merriment.

Speaking to Daevian, Elaejia compliments, "Wonderous."

Daevian says, "I spent two hours on that."

Elaejia offers Aendir a piece of white paper.

Aendir accepts Elaejia's white paper.

Aendir put a piece of white paper in his snowy white coat.

A sultry, syncopated melody flows from the lacquered music box, the notes weaving through the air with passionate intensity.

(Luxelle faces the newlyweds.)

Luxelle sits down.

Aendir smiles at Luxelle.

Luxelle says, "With this song, I offer music for your vows, for our vows; for the vows of lovers every-when."

(Aendir squeezes Elaejia's hand gently in his.)

Luxelle gives Aetheri a loving gaze, and the two smile at each other widely.

Aetheri gives Luxelle a loving gaze, and the two smile at each other widely.

Sweet tones ring in the air as the glowbark harp responds to Luxelle's tender touch. She closes her eyes and seems to be listening with a soft smile.

Jossarian gazes with interest at Luxelle.

Luxelle stills her body as she prepares to play a slow tune on her harp. She takes a quiet breath, then begins the introduction with gentle ease.

(Luxelle's fingers pluck out a moving pattern of triplets in the introduction. She takes her time through the entire chord progression. The song plays slowly as each chord changes in a favored slow ballad style, until two minor chords in a row demand all the attention ... and the song lingers there for a moment. The chord progression resolves skillfully and she stills the vibrating strings. Her voice rings in the air for the pickup as the verse begins.)

Masterfully, Luxelle draws every nuance out of each slow note, layering melody and harmony in a slow pyramid of tones that sends goosebumps over your skin.

Luxelle sings romantically:

"Give me your hand"

Luxelle softly says, "Once."

Luxelle sings:

"Give me your heart....
Forever!"

Elaejia gazes fondly at Aendir.

Luxelle gradually increases the intensity but not the speed of the tune she plays on her harp, using fluid arpeggiation in Mixolydian mode.

Luxelle sings:

"These are the words,
I've longed to hear,
All alone in the dark."

Elaejia takes a drink from her pale gold champagne.

Aendir gazes fondly at Elaejia.

(Luxelle glances hopefully across those gathered tonight. Continuing to pluck out the same triplet rhythm of the chord progression, the melody turns simpler as she sings right on the beat.)

The melody takes on a sweet languor as Luxelle's fingers easily caress the strings of her glowbark harp.

Luxelle sings:

"' Every dream comes
True with you,
How can I doubt my heart?"

Luxelle smiles and nods. The song segues back to the original style, the harp resolving chords as she sings for a charming close to the verse:

Luxelle sings:

"Here is my hand,
Here is my life,
Here is my heart."

The slow paced pastorale Luxelle coaxes from her harp is very expressive with contrapuntal bass line and contrasting fortissimo passages.

The languid composition falling from Luxelle's gentle fingers as they caress her harp bestows a musical blessing upon her surroundings.

(Luxelle sways softly with the song, moving right into the next verse.)

Luxelle sings:

"Here is my hand"

Luxelle softly says, "This once."

Luxelle sings:

"Here is my heart...
Forever!"

Luxelle sings:

"These are my words
I offer you, Dear,
With love's very spark...!"

Like sparkling droplets falling in a pond, a liquid run of notes drips from Luxelle's glowbark harp in descending triplets.

Luxelle sings:

"' Looking deep
Within your eyes,
I feel a pulsing spark..."

As Luxelle lightly accompanies the melody on her glowbark harp with gentle arpeggios, the tune becomes ever more lyrical, with a captivating charm.

Elaejia gazes admiringly at Luxelle.

Luxelle sings:

"Please take my hand,
Let's start our life,
Oh, here is my heart."

(Luxelle's harp moves into key transitional chords and pauses unexpectedly. Her voice rings out, a capella, in a perfect new, higher key.)

Luxelle brushes her fingers over the strings, modulating softly from chord to chord as if playing to herself.

Luxelle sings:

"Let's share our love
Now..."

Luxelle plucks a quiet song on her glowbark harp with ease and subtlety; the musical nuances appealingly intimate.

Luxelle sings:

"And build a dream,
Unending!"

Luxelle sings:

"Be still my pulse,
Pounding within,
Oh, here is my heart...!"

Masterfully, Luxelle draws every nuance out of each slow note, layering melody and harmony in a slow pyramid of tones that sends goosebumps over your skin.

Luxelle sings slowly:

"Let's join our hands."

Luxelle sings:

"Let's start our life,"

Daevian leans softly against Jossarian.

The strings of Luxelle's harp resonate long after the last sonorous chord is struck, her fingers lingering in the air. Finally Luxelle takes a deep breath and drops her hands as she looks up.

Luxelle closes her eyes for a moment.

Elaejia leans softly against Aendir.

Luxelle sings:

"Oh, Here is my heart...!"

Aendir holds Elaejia close in his arms as they dance.

Using both hands, Luxelle gracefully caresses the strings of the glowbark harp in a soft, ascending glissando. She finishes the run with a flourish of precisely plucked fifths that resonate in the air, leaving her hands to hover expectantly off the strings.

Luxelle curtsies with a slight tilt of her head, the shadows woven into her elesine gown unfurling like blooms of dusky umbra.

Elaejia applauds Luxelle warmly.

Aendir applauds Luxelle.

Speaking sincerely to Luxelle, Elaejia says, "Thank you so much, Lady Luxelle."

Aendir warmly says, "A delightful performance. We thank you so much."

Speaking warmly to Luxelle, Rohese says, "Wonderful, as always."

Luxelle leans on Aetheri, resting her head against his shoulder.

Luxelle says, "Thank you all."

Speaking to Luxelle, Lucraine says, "Bravo."

Speaking to Aendir, Kothos says, "I have something, when there is a moment to share."

Speaking to Luxelle, Elaejia says, "It is truly an honor to have heard your artistry today."

Luxelle says, "It is my honor."

Speaking to Kothos, Aendir says, "We would be honored to hear you, Brother Kothos."

Speaking to Luxelle, Elaejia adds, "And your harp is beautiful."

With military precision, Daevian turns sharply on his heel to face Kothos.

Speaking to Aendir, Kothos says, "I must admit, I had this written prior to receiving your invitation."

Speaking to Aendir, Kothos says, "But when I read your request, and Lady Elaejia's, I felt it would be a proper match for both of you, in its own way."

(Kothos strides out towards the couple, facing them as well as turning into a beam of sunlight from a nearby window.)

Speaking amusedly to Kothos, Aendir says, "We are honored to hear you speak, it never needed to be devoted to us."

Kothos says, "I speak at length, as some of you have noted. And thank you for the opportunity to share."

Kothos says, "I call this Origins."

Aendir smiles at Kothos.

Kothos recites:

"In the cyclic cosmic womb, light was born of dust,
A spark that set the universe into tilted flight,
Creating strata in what had been dark, as light must,
A radiant pulse that spread the heavens alight."

Elaejia smiles at Kothos.

Kothos recites:

"From stars, it spilled in streams of rivered gold,
Igniting skies with mountains of flame that never tire,
A symphony, the beating heart of suns young and old,
A universe a skein, composed of light and fire."

A sultry, syncopated melody flows from the lacquered music box, the notes weaving through the air with passionate intensity.

Kothos recites:

"It bends through space, a dance with gravity's will,
A wave that whispers of infinity in its glow,
Yet still, it falls on our faces, soft and still,
A quiet touch for all its awe, that we see and know."

Aendir closes his eyes for a moment.

Kothos smiles quietly to himself.

Kothos recites:

"For light and love transcends those stars and hoary ether.
An unfurled thread, an astral unbound endeavor."

Kothos smiles.

Aendir gazes fondly at Kothos.

Speaking to Elaejia, Kothos says, "I wish you both all happiness and explorations to come."

Daevian applauds Kothos.

Kippe smiles quietly to himself.

Lucrecea smiles at Kothos.

Imrys applauds Kothos.

Jossarian comments, "That is lovely."

Speaking to Kothos, Aendir asks, "That was exquisite. Who knew you had such a florid vocabulary?"

Kothos says, "Thank you. It is earnestly meant for the happy couple."

Aendir gazes in amusement at Kothos.

Aendir humbly says, "We are honored by all of you and overwhelmed by your support. It is quite beautiful."

Speaking to Kothos, Elaejia murmurs, "Your inclinations proved true, it is a wonderful verse with many depths."

Speaking to Cylnthia, Aendir says, "Please, if you had something to share - feel free."

Kothos says, "You are trying to make me blush, all of you."

Cylnthia smiles.

Kothos says, "And while a valiant effort, blushes are mine to give."

(Cylnthia wanders out towards the middle of the gathering, gazing on to Aendir and Elaejia with a warm smile.)

Elaejia gazes with interest at Cylnthia.

The lacquered music box releases a swaying, rhythmic tune crackling with magnetic energy.

Cylnthia says, "This is to our wonderful couple, and to all those who may find themselves in a... similar... position."

Cylnthia recites:

"In winter's hush, where silence reigns
Two hearts entwined, like branches bare,
Find warmth in whispers, a tender prayer.
The world outside, a canvas cold,
Yet in their eyes, a fire unfolds.
With every flake that dances down,
Love blooms anew, in frost's soft gown."

Cylnthia recites:

"Hand in hand, they chase the gray
Each breath a cloud, each laugh a spark.
In cozy nooks, by candlelight,
Their love ignites the winter night."

Cylnthia recites:

"So, let the snowflakes fall and swirl,
For in this season, hearts unfurl,
In winter's grasp, they've finally found their way,
A love that blooms, come what may!"

Cylnthia raises her sassafras root beer in a toast!

Imrys applauds Cylnthia.

Aendir applauds Cylnthia.

Cylnthia says, "I'm so proud of you two."

Aendir gazes fondly at Cylnthia.

(Cylnthia steps back into the crowd, a slight blush on her cheeks.)

(Dirra nervously steps forward, dropping into a familiar curtsy.)

Speaking softly to Cylnthia, Rohese praises, "Lovely!"

Elaejia smiles at Cylnthia.

Speaking to Cylnthia, Aendir says, "You have been our friend for many years - and hopefully one for many years to come. We are honored you joined us, and honored by your words."

Dirra says, "Never been a poet but did my best."

Speaking lightly to Cylnthia, Elaejia notes, "Another appreciator of winter's beauty."

Dirra blushes a nice shade of rosy pink.

Dirra recites:

"Love is the heart s most precious light
A spark that shines through darkest night
It s not in gold, nor fame, nor land
But in the touch of a gentle hand."

Rising and falling with dramatic flair, the music pouring from the lacquered music box sweeps through the area like a tidal surge.

Aendir smiles at Dirra.

Speaking to Elaejia, Cylnthia says, "Tis har not to appreciate winter, when love comes in bloom during it."

Dirra recites:

"It builds a bridge where walls once stood
A bond that heals, a force for good
Its value grows beyond measures span
It s found in kindness, heart, and plan."

Dirra recites:

"Love is the gift that time will prove
A bond that only grows and moves
In every step, together, we ll find
A life of joy, forever intertwined."

Dirra says, "Congratulations and I recorded this for you."

Aendir applauds Dirra.

Imrys applauds Dirra.

Daevian applauds Dirra.

Speaking respectfully to Dirra, Elaejia says, "Dame, you underestimate yourself, that is a lovely verse."

(Dirra steps back.)

Aendir says, "Very lovely words, Dirra. We will treasure your words for all our time."

Kothos says, "I did not think to write mine down, but I can send it to you both, if you wish to have it in print."

Speaking to Kothos, Aendir says, "That would be lovely."

Kothos says, "Of coruse."

Elaejia lightly says, "Aendir's first duty, the custodian of all these wonderful gifts."

Kothos says, "Of course, even."

A fiery chorus spills from the lacquered music box with a sharp and captivating staccato rhythm.

Cylnthia grins at Elaejia.

Dirra says, "Thank you both for allowing me to bew present."

Rising and falling with dramatic flair, the music pouring from the lacquered music box sweeps through the area like a tidal surge.

Speaking to Aetheri, Aendir asks, "Did you have something to share with us?"

Aendir politely says, "Please. We would love to hear your words."

Aetheri says, "Well, I cannot hope to top my wife's performance, as I am not as accomplished a musician as she. I am more of an amateur."

Daevian selects a jade-rimmed oak thimble from a tray on the sideboard and pours himself a small measure of heather honey brandy from a decanter.

Daevian offers Jossarian a thimble of heather honey brandy.

A fiery chorus spills from the lacquered music box with a sharp and captivating staccato rhythm.

Jossarian accepts Daevian's heather honey brandy.

Aetheri says, "However, this song was once a love song of my people. So I'd like to share it with you."

Aetheri rubs his harp pin. A pale mist swirls sinuously down his arm and coalesces into the form of a spectral harp in his left hand.

Luxelle beams at Aetheri in admiration and with a loving gaze.

Aetheri stills his body as he prepares to play a slow tune on his harp. He takes a quiet breath, then begins the introduction with gentle ease.

Aendir pleasedly says, "We would be honored to hear you sing it, old friend."

Aetheri sings:

"This is where I lived,
When I was so many people ago...
This is where I lived,
Way back when I had a home.
And I can't say,
If this is where we are meant to stay.
But I will lay here by your side,
If you promise me it remains, this way."

Aetheri sings:

"Ebb and flow,
Now time is slow.
Wrap me up,
And never let go.
Drink and taste,
My time and space,
And know."

Aetheri's slow rendition on his spectral harp is at once both authentic and original as he adds ornamentation in keeping with the piece's natural style.

Aetheri sings:

"The heat on my face,
Means I don't have to open my eyes.
The heat on my face
From the sun that begins to rise.
And I can't say,
That this is how bodies were meant to pray.
But I will sing the hymn with you,
Hoping for a chorus from far away."

Elaejia holds her breath.

Aetheri sings:

"Rivers flow,
All we shall know...
Hold me close
And never let go
Drink and taste
This time and place
Just so
Just so..."

The melody takes on a sweet languor as Aetheri's fingers easily caress the strings of his spectral harp.

Aetheri sings:

"The night rushes in,
And the dark wind may take you from me.
The night rushes in,
With reasons that we can't be.
And I can't say,
Who I will be when I'm old and gray.
But my heart will hum harmonies,
Singing to the music we made today."

Aetheri places his fingers deliberately on the strings of his spectral harp, ensuring that each sonorous chord rings clear and true.

Aetheri sings:

"As we grow,
Sunset draws low.
There are lifetimes
For us to know.
Drink and taste,
One love's embrace,
Aglow"

The strings of Aetheri's harp resonate long after the last sonorous chord is struck, his fingers lingering in the air. Finally Aetheri takes a deep breath and drops his hands as he looks up.

Luxelle beams at Aetheri in admiration and with a loving gaze.

Imrys applauds Aetheri.

Luxelle praises Aetheri, expounding upon his fine features and excellent characteristics.

Rohese applauds Aetheri warmly.

Cylnthia applauds Aetheri warmly.

Speaking to Aetheri, Aendir says, "Thank you for sharing such a lovely piece of history with us, Aetheri."

Aetheri exclaims, "Thank you, and congratulations to the both of you! I wish you many centuries of bliss!"

Speaking to Aetheri, Luxelle says, "I think I fell in love with you the moment I heard that song. How fitting."

Speaking to Aetheri, Aendir says, "It's been an honor being your friend throughout the years."

Speaking to Luxelle, Aendir says, "I could see that."

Speaking to Aendir, Aetheri says, "The honor is all mine, my friend."

Speaking softly to Aetheri, Elaejia says, "What a gracious gift to share today, thank you Lord Aetheri."

Speaking to Jossarian, Daevian murmurs, "He did not say it was an honor to know me after my poem."

Lifting up her smoky glass snifter, Lissaya takes a measured drink of the rum inside.

CS: +300 - TD: +300 + CvA: +25 + d100: +56 - +10 == +71

Warded off!

Lissaya glances at a thorn-framed smoky glass snifter in her hand.

Daevian gives a sidelong glance at Lissaya.

Elaejia fidgets, glancing at Lissaya.

Aendir asks, "Did anyone else have anything they wanted to share?"

Aetheri exclaims, "You are most welcome!"

Rohese gazes in amusement at Daevian.

Jossarian gazes in amusement at Daevian.

Lucrecea says, "I have something."

Melting into low tones, the lacquered music box purrs out a sensual bridge of smoldering, smoky notes.

Elaejia whispers something to Aendir.

You quietly say, "I have something small to share."

Elaejia gazes fondly at Lucrecea.

Cylnthia smiles at you.

Aendir nods at Lucrecea.

Lucrecea removes a wing-shaped wine red declaration from in her ivory parchment envelope.

Lucrecea clears her throat.

Lucrecea lightly says, "When others speak of love.."

Lucrecea recites indolently:

"When others speak of love,
they do so tenderly,
with hushed and reverent awe."

Rohese cocks her head at Lucrecea.

Lucrecea smiles.

Lucrecea recites dismissively:

"Such docile platitudes
will never match its flame,
its ferocity,
its unyielding and
uncompromising resolve."

Lucrecea holds her hand out in front of her, gazing at her elegant fingers decorated in a darkened pewter signet ring. Lucrecea lifts a bored gaze to her surroundings.

Lucrecea recites boldly:

"Wash away these pleasantries
for the truth beneath,
lest you lose yourselves
to their benign banality."

Lucrecea glances between Aendir and Elaejia.

Lucrecea recites ardently:

"Seize your love
and your shared love,
and raise a tempest
to drive out those who dare
to tame it,
to subjugate it,
to break its very spirit."

Lucrecea nods once.

Lucrecea smiles.

Lucrecea put a wing-shaped wine red declaration in her ivory parchment envelope.

Elaejia slowly empties her lungs.

Lucrecea offers Elaejia a heavy ivory parchment envelope.

Aendir applauds Lucrecea.

Lucrecea lightly says, "A copy for you both."

Lissaya applauds Lucrecea.

Speaking to Lucrecea, Elaejia breathes, "Wonderful, Lady Ruin."

Speaking admiringly to Lucrecea, Rohese says, "So powerful."

Aendir blissfully says, "You all have really outdone yourselves with this. It's been an honor."

Speaking to Lucrecea, Arenglae whispers aloud, "I rather liked that one."

Speaking to Lucrecea, Aendir says, "Thank you for your words, Lady Ruin."

Lucrecea says, "I am gladdened to hear that."

Elaejia warns, "I may have to compile all these masterworks for publication."

Cylnthia beams happily at Elaejia!

Speaking curiously to Raelee, Aendir asks, "Magister - did you have anything you brought to share with us?"

Speaking to Elaejia, Daevian says, "Maybe leave mine out."

Jossarian begins chuckling at Daevian!

Elaejia laughs!

Aendir laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.

Speaking carefully to Aendir, Raelee says, "I could... speak on the subject, briefly."

Speaking pointedly to Aendir, Raelee says, "Not in verse, however."

Speaking warmly to Raelee, Aendir says, "Please. We would be honored to hear your thoughts and words."

The lacquered music box releases a swaying, rhythmic tune crackling with magnetic energy.

Raelee tersely says, "Fine."

Aendir smiles at Raelee.

Raelee carefully says, "This is a subject I have researched before."

Kayse takes a moment to observe Raelee.

Raelee says, "There is very little academic consensus, but there is some alignment in philosophy regardless of the cultural origin."

Raelee states, "Historically philosophers identified six forms of love: familial,, friendly or platonic, romantic, self, guest, and divine or unconditional love."

Rising and falling with dramatic flair, the music pouring from the lacquered music box sweeps through the area like a tidal surge.

Elaejia looks thoughtfully at Raelee.

Raelee carefully continues, "As we are to focus upon the romantic love on an occasion such as this..."

Raelee continues, "Love can be defined as a complex psychological state involving emotional, cognitive, and behavioral components. Each of the aforementioned varieties is associated with distinct physiological responses."

Raelee explains, "Romantic love, in particular, is characterized by intense attraction, attachment, and affection toward another person. Clinically, it involves psychological, and behavioral components that influence mortal bonding and reproduction."

The tune swelling from the lacquered music box pulses theatrically with sharp turns and sweeping crescendos.

Raelee continues, "If is often characterized by frequent and focused thoughts, emotional dependence, physiological arousal, and attachment with long-term bonding. It shares some components with other varieties of dependence, thus leaving the individual with a euphoric state or distress when the love is unavailable."

Rolling her eyes and tossing her head back, Lucrecea titters loudly, then abruptly quiets, immediately shifting to a calm, composed demeanor.

Rohese looks thoughtfully at Raelee.

Lucrecea smiles demurely.

Raelee carefully adds, "That is... what love is, particularly romantic, if I am to oversimplify the research on the subject."

Speaking to Aendir, Raelee asks, "That will suffice, yes?"

Elaejia gives a sidelong glance at Aendir.

Raelee glances uneasily around the room.

Kothos smiles at Raelee.

Melting into low tones, the lacquered music box purrs out a sensual bridge of smoldering, smoky notes.

Speaking to Raelee, Aendir says, "I think that will suffice, yes. That was a rather thorough description and background."

Speaking to Raelee, Kothos says, "A most thorough examination, my friend."

Speaking amusedly to Raelee, Rohese acknowledges, "Euphoria or distress does sum it up quite nicely."

Speaking to Kothos, Raelee says, "That was not actually thorough at all, but a very brief summary."

Aendir laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.

Speaking to Raelee, Aendir asks, "Perhaps we ought to have a class on it, someday?"

Speaking to Raelee, Kothos says, "You make it sound like part of love is addiction."

Riend applauds Raelee.

Speaking pleasantly to Raelee, Elaejia says, "I would be interested to read the rest of your notes, on the other five types."

Speaking to Aendir, Raelee says, "... so long as I am not your scheduled lecturer."

Melting into low tones, the lacquered music box purrs out a sensual bridge of smoldering, smoky notes.

Speaking to Elaejia, Raelee says, "So noted."

Speaking pleasedly to Raelee, Aendir asks, "Perhaps our source material?"

Speaking to Rohese, Elaejia murmurs, "You have another potential speaker I think."

Speaking to Kothos, Raelee says, "There are many shared components, physiologically speaking."

Speaking to Daevian, Kothos asks, "Perhaps. But wouldn't that sensation apply to nearly any sort of emotional intensity?"

Speaking to Rivienne, Aendir asks, "Did you have anything you wanted to share with us, Miss Rivienne?"

Speaking cautiously to Aendir, Raelee says, "... perhaps."

Speaking softly to Elaejia, Rohese says, "Duly noted."

You raise your hand.

Rivienne nods at Aendir.

Rivienne says, "Indeed, I do."

Speaking warmly to Rivienne, Aendir says, "Please. We would love to hear you."

Speaking softly to you, Elaejia says, "And you, Yunni, after Lady Rivienne."

Speaking to Rohese, Raelee replies, "... I would prefer to speak upon algebra, perhaps."

You grin sheepishly at Elaejia.

Speaking to Raelee, Kothos says, "Perhaps you and I can have a dialogue, for our rather...disparate thoughts upon it."

Lucrecea says, "Excuse me a moment."

Speaking softly to Raelee, Rohese teases, "I'll be in touch about a date for your next library lecture then."

'''Rivienne begins, "Love begins in deep shades, a question half-spun, an indigo veil over what may become."'''

'''Rivienne airily says, "It clings to the silence, unsure in its hue, a longing unspoken, a storm-darkened blue."'''

'''Rivienne lightly says, "Yet love, when it strengthens, turns lilac and bright, unfurling through laughter, through soft golden light."'''

'''Rivienne whispers aloud, "It softens in lavender, like breath upon skin, a whisper of promise, the dawn breaking in."'''

Rohese looks thoughtfully at Rivienne.

Jossarian whispers something to Elaejia.

Rising and falling with dramatic flair, the music pouring from the lacquered music box sweeps through the area like a tidal surge.

Elaejia smiles at Jossarian.

'''Rivienne gently says, "Through heartache it lingers, through doubt it will stay, a bruise that can deepen but won't fade away."'''

Rohese nods faintly.

'''Rivienne reverently says, "At last, it is amethyst, steady, serene, no longer a question, no longer between."'''

'''Rivienne soothingly says, "Not fire, not fleeting, nor bound to obey, love is a jewel-tone that never betrays."'''

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at her kelyn ring.

Rising and falling with dramatic flair, the music pouring from the lacquered music box sweeps through the area like a tidal surge.

'''Rivienne takes a drink from her pale gold champagne.'''

Aendir applauds Rivienne.

Lissaya applauds Rivienne warmly.

Jossarian nods approvingly at Rivienne.

Luxelle praises Rivienne, expounding upon her fine features and excellent characteristics.

Kothos says, "You should set that to music, at some point. You have the rhythm for it already."

Rivienne smiles.

Aendir wistfully says, "Truly liquid poetry. We're honored by your words. Thank you, Rivienne."

Rohese softly says, "You should."

Speaking to Kothos, Elaejia agrees, "Most assuredly."

Rivienne says, "Of course."

You take a drink from your green sylath cocktail. Effervescent white wine has been infused with the absinthe-like sylath, the flavors of wormwood and anise tempered by the earthiness of subtly sweet sylthiel.

You feel tension draining away, giving way to a very relaxed state.

Rising and falling with dramatic flair, the music pouring from the lacquered music box sweeps through the area like a tidal surge.

Speaking lightly to you, Elaejia asks, "Have you made ready?"

Aendir says, "I would be hard pressed to pick a favorite, tonight. You've all outdone yourselves."

Kippe agrees with Aendir.

Aendir cocks his head at you.

You nod slowly.

Rohese smiles at you.

You clear your throat.

Cylnthia gazes with interest at you.

Lucraine whispers, "You got this."

You recite softly:

"That which loves unconditionally is unconditionally loved.
If you believe yourself unloved you have terms and conditions.
I love all conditions and place none on you.
I am unconditional love."

You gaze heavenward.

Aendir smiles at you.

Lissaya quietly agrees, "Conditions are bad."

Elaejia gazes fondly at you.

Lissaya applauds you.

Luxelle nods once.

Kothos applauds you.

Speaking to you, Aendir says, "One of the many reasons we love you, Yunni."

The lacquered music box releases a swaying, rhythmic tune crackling with magnetic energy.

You beam happily at Aendir!

Speaking softly to you, Rohese says, "You are a talented young lady and I wish you would share your thoughts more often."

Speaking to Lissaya, Daevian asks, "Certainly you do not struggle to catch eyes?"

Speaking to you, Aendir says, "Thank you for your kind words for us. We cherish your friendship."

Speaking thoughtfully to Daevian, Lissaya says, "No, not usually."

Speaking to Lissaya, Daevian asks, "People struggle to catch yours, then?"

Speaking softly to Rohese, you say, "I will work on sharing them more often."

Daevian flashes a quick grin at Lissaya.

Elaejia smiles at you.

Aendir asks, "Did anyone else have anything they wished to share?"

Speaking kindly to you, Rohese urges, "Please do."

A sultry, syncopated melody flows from the lacquered music box, the notes weaving through the air with passionate intensity.

Speaking to Lissaya, Aendir says, "Please, Lady Vaillancourt."

Lissaya recites quietly:

"Love is not a fleeting dream, but a force that reshapes the contours of the soul
It is the whispered promise in the dead of night, a gentle touch that soothes deepest fears."

Lissaya recites quietly:

"Love is not a sentimental trifle, but a primal energy that courses through the veins
It is the fire that fuels passions and desires, a safe haven in which one can be their true self."

Lissaya quietly concludes, "Love is the canvas on which they paint their lives."

Imrys applauds Lissaya.

Kayse applauds Lissaya.

Aendir gazes fondly at Lissaya.

Aendir applauds Lissaya.

Speaking wistfully to Lissaya, Rohese sighs, "Beautiful."

The lacquered music box releases a swaying, rhythmic tune crackling with magnetic energy.

You applaud Lissaya warmly.

Elaejia smiles at Jossarian.

Speaking to Jossarian, Aendir asks, "Did you have something to share, Cousin?"

Jossarian says, "I surely do."

Aendir pleasedly says, "Please share it with us."

Jossarian begins, "To continue an observed theme..."

Jossarian recites slowly:

"In the darkness of the night
Ardent candles shine full bright"

Jossarian recites:

"Flick'ring beacons to the heart
Practicing the greatest art"

Jossarian recites:

"Not word nor painting can compare
To the soul's scintillant flare"

Jossarian recites simply:

"The flame of love sheds purest light
In the darkness of the night"

Jossarian walks toward Aendir.

Jossarian offers Aendir a foliage-branded bistre leather box.

Aendir accepts Jossarian's bistre leather box.

Speaking to Aendir, Jossarian says, "My cousin, my brother of the heart, my brother in deed."

Speaking warmly to Jossarian, Aendir says, "Thank you, brother. You honor us."

Speaking to Aendir, Jossarian says, "You'll find a written copy of that, which is a... butchering of a friend's verse."

Elaejia gazes in amusement at Jossarian.

Speaking to Aendir, Jossarian adds, "And, if you'd be so kind as to open it and find the other piece within, you may wish to share it."

Aendir amusedly says, "He says butchering - I say surgically precise."

Speaking to Kothos, Daevian says, "As I said, better than he claims."

Melting into low tones, the lacquered music box purrs out a sensual bridge of smoldering, smoky notes.

Speaking to Aendir, Kothos says, "I am pleased you are both so resolute, I think if I were the recipients of all this profound, sweet emotion I'd be a puddle on the tiles."

Speaking amusedly to Jossarian, Elaejia says, "My brother, as the true artist of the family, you are too humble."

Elaejia gives Jossarian a lingering kiss on the cheek.

Speaking to Kothos, Aendir says, "It is an honor to hear all of it, every last word."

Speaking to Elaejia, Daevian says, "I tell him that almost daily."

Aendir rustles around inside a foliage-branded bistre leather box and produces a blackened iron-framed painting embellished along one edge with crystalline stars.

Speaking to Daevian, Elaejia replies, "One day it might stick."

Kothos says, "Show it to us, please."

(Aendir lifts the painting for the room to observe. Surrounded by the mottled velvet of a night sky, where deep colors smear together in shadowed layers, two yellowed candles stand side by side. Though there remains a gap between them, their bases are joined in an uneven puddle of hardened wax. Each candle flame yearns toward the other, drawn together as though by an inexorable current of air, until their tapered tips merge and trail away in a warm and hazy ripple against the darkness.)

Traiva softly says, "How lovely."

Cylnthia agrees, "Gorgeous."

Speaking to Jossarian, Kothos says, "I love the brushstrokes illuminating the flames, and where they merge."

Jossarian places a hand over his heart.

Speaking quietly to Jossarian, Elaejia murmurs, "Thank you, love."

Dirra says, "Beautiful."

Speaking to Jossarian, Aendir says, "We will find an appropriately prominent place to display this. Thank you, truly."

Speaking to Jossarian, Daevian says, "Nearly as good as my drawing."

Speaking to Daevian, Jossarian agrees, "Nearly."

Rising and falling with dramatic flair, the music pouring from the lacquered music box sweeps through the area like a tidal surge.

Aendir fits his iron-set painting into his bistre leather box, carefully arranging tissue paper to cover the painting.

Aendir closes the lid of his black music box.

Jossarian gives Elaejia a lingering kiss on the cheek.

Lissaya asks, "The chalk one?"

Lissaya shifts her eyes to Daevian.

Daevian squints at Lissaya.

Speaking to Lissaya, Daevian whispers aloud, "We don't speak of the chalk drawing."

Speaking amusedly to Lissaya, Elaejia says, "Daevian's written poem was masterfully illustrated."

Rohese glances sternly at Daevian.

Daevian gives a sidelong glance at Rohese.

Aendir pleasedly says, "It has been an honor to share this day with you, and hear your words you've shared with us. Elaejia and I will remember this day for all our time in the lands, and treasure each unique friendship and bond we have with you."

Imrys glances between Aendir and Elaejia.

Kothos smiles at Elaejia.

Imrys smiles.

Aendir says, "Thank you again for coming."

Elaejia warmly adds, "My heart and mind are full with the artistry you've all shared so generously today."

Speaking kindly to Jossarian, Riend says, "You have a unique brushstroke, it adds a beautiful touch the the composition you have created here."

Speaking to Imrys, Riend says, "You have saved me a good deal of embarassment."

Kothos says, "Your passions and love are surely as immortal as the verse and visuals, that your friends have shared."

Aendir says, "Now drink! And be merry."

Dirra says, "An honour to have shared this with you both."

Traiva warmly says, "It was a pleasure to share this day with you both."

Daevian says, "I am pleased that you two have finally wed."

Traiva says, "And with so many mutual friends."

Rohese softly says, "It was an honour, thank you."

Kothos says, "Thank you, for inviting us to offer testimony, to you both, and to the cause for the celebration."

Speaking to Riend, Aendir says, "If you had something to share, Riend, please do."

Speaking to Jossarian, Daevian whispers aloud, "Less pleased that now the attention will turn to us starting tomorrow."

Riend blinks at Aendir.

Daevian kisses Elaejia tenderly, first on one cheek, then the other.

Riend awkwardly says, "I-I... that is, I thought Imrys might have had something and she should... really go first."

Speaking to Riend, Aendir says, "Kippe says you have something to share."

Speaking to Riend, Traiva mouths, "What are friends for?"

Speaking to Imrys, Aendir says, "And you aren't off the hook, either."

Kippe awkwardly explains, "I... yes, I did say that."

Imrys recites softly:

"Hearts lucky to find
A love that shines so brightly
Hands entwined, now one"

Rohese smiles at Imrys.

Imrys warmly wishes, "May love and luck be always yours."

Aendir applauds Imrys.

Imrys offers Elaejia a charcoal-drawn box covered with arboreal silhouettes.

Speaking quietly to Traiva, Riend mumbles, "I am considering a few new things for them in this particular case."

Speaking to Imrys, Elaejia murmurs, "Lady Kylling, thank you."

Speaking to Imrys, Aendir says, "Thank you, Lady Kylling. We were so glad you could share this day with us."

Cylnthia nods encouragingly at Riend.

Riend says, "This is for the two of you, and it speaks of the strength of love's bond."

Riend recites softly:

"No fleeting thought, nor restless tide,
Can shape the bond that love bestows,
For in its depth, the heart finds rest,
As steady as the river flows."

Riend recites softly:

"Through tempests wild and wayward chance,
It bends but never breaks apart,
No spoken vow nor fleeting glance
Could bind it stronger than the heart."

Aendir smiles.

Riend recites softly:

"It grows in silence, soft yet sure,
Unshaken by the winds of time,
A flame that trials shall endure,
Untouched by reason's measured rhyme."

Aendir closes his eyes for a moment.

Kippe gazes at Riend.

(Elaejia enfolds Aendir's hand within hers, listening.)

Riend gives a sidelong glance at Kippe.

Riend recites softly:

"So let the world its course pursue,
Let seasons change, let time depart,
For love remains, both firm and true,
A refuge for the faithful heart."

Riend idly creases her parchment.

Rohese lets out a long, contemplative breath.

Rohese applauds Riend warmly.

Speaking wistfully to Riend, Rohese says, "Beautiful."

Speaking to Elaejia, Aendir says, "We will have to make a book of all this lovely poetry."

Speaking to Aendir, Elaejia agrees, "Indeed, I can think of no finer keepsake."

Speaking pleasedly to Riend, Aendir says, "Thank you for sharing your words, Riend. They were beautiful, and you honor us greatly."

Speaking sincerely to Riend, Elaejia says, "Thank you, Lady Riend. I know our acquaintance is new, but I look forward to the years we have ahead to build one of the Magister's other types of love."
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==Farewells & Blessings==
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Aendir pleasedly says, "I am overwhelmed by the love and support of you all. This has been a beautiful day."

Speaking warmly to Aendir, Riend wishes, "The bond you both share is something beautiful, and may it last through all the seasons of your lives."

Kothos sincerely says, "We are grateful for the chance to celebrate with you."

Speaking to Elaejia, Riend says, "I would very much like that."

Speaking to Aendir, Riend agrees, "As do we all."

Aendir raises his voice at Daevian in merry laughter.

Aendir slyly says, "Daevian says no one is deserbing."

Aendir slyly says, "I'm inclined to agree."

Rohese whispers something to Elaejia.

Rohese smiles at Elaejia.

Riend blushes a pink shade at Elaejia.

Daevian says, "You cannot ask about that until tomorrow."

Aendir dryly says, "We've all been waiting."

Daevian says, "Today is your day and the pressure is yours, cousin."

Traiva raises her voice at Daevian in merry laughter.

Aendir raises his voice in merry laughter.

Elaejia gazes fondly at Rohese.

Speaking to Aendir, Traiva says, "Hire a messenger to knock on his door at the Hour of Ronan with a note asking when his wedding will be."

Aendir says, "If any of you have never wandered these grounds - you're welcome to do so. We'll leave them open for the rest of the day."

Aendir says, "Help yourself to any food or libations you see."

Rohese wiggles her nose at Elaejia.

Daevian says, "Please try the variety of cookie recipes I have provided to the cooks."

Speaking inquisitively to Aendir, Lucraine asks, "It there a romantic beginning to be told of how the two of you met?"

Arenglae takes a drink from her elderflower champagne.

Arenglae looks rather relaxed.

Arenglae covers her mouth, then gives a small, discreet cough.

Rohese lowers her gaze.

Jossarian whispers something to Daevian.

Speaking amusedly to Lucraine, Aendir says, "We have known each other all of our lives. Elaejia is my Cousin, and tended to the Estate."

Rohese quickly interjects, "And I'm afraid that I must be heading home now."

Luxelle says, "Thank you both for this wonderful celebration today."

Traiva apologetically says, "I must also take my leave earlier than I would like."

Traiva says, "It has been a wonderful afternoon."

Speaking warmly to Rohese, Riend says, "It is always lovely to see you, Ith'laenil velaen Lady Bayvel."

Kothos says, "It was a lovely afternoon, truly. And I hope you all take the fine mood and love home with you. I am sure I will."

Aendir says, "We've appreciated the support of each and every one of you. It's been an honor to have you."

Rohese softly exclaims, "It has been a lovely seeing you all!"

Traiva says, "Congratulations to you both."

Speaking to Imrys, Elaejia says, "It was our honor, truly."

Dirra exclaims, "And I must return to Vornavis. Going to attempt to seek my way out. Congratulations again!"

Kothos says, "Take care, my friends."

Aendir pleasedly says, "Thank you kindly for your gift."

(Cylnthia curtsies deeply to all those present.)

Traiva warmly says, "Have a lovely afternoon and evening, all."

Cylnthia says, "I hope everyone stays well, until our next meeting."

Aendir asks, "Since this morning, or for months?"

Daevian says, "Congratulations, family."

You warmly say, "Congratulations to you both and thank you for inviting me to be part of your special day."

Aendir says, "Perhaps we can arrange a larger party."

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==Collected Poems==
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'''An olivewood book engulfed in hand-painted botanicals'''
In the olivewood book are a deckle-edged gilded ivory parchment, a page of pressed rosebud parchment, a scallop-edged cream card, a sheet of smoke-striated vellum, a piece of white paper, a watercolored matte gold note, a wing-shaped wine red declaration, a sheet of illuminated parchment, a beribboned kelyn green card, an elegant sapphire blue vellum, and a leaf-framed pale violet card.
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'''a deckle-edged gilded ivory parchment'''
<nowiki>Delicate pink and orange orchids bloom in the corners of the parchment, their petals smudged with light chalk pastels for an ethereal effect. A pair of red-faced pale green lovebirds hide between the flowers, their ebon eyes wide and watchful. Their wings create blurred strokes of color, adding to the dream-like imagery the chalks create in the surrounding blossoms. You see nothing unusual.

The page, written in Elven, reads as follows:

Give me your hand, but once.
Give me your heart forever!
These are the words
I've longed to hear
All alone in the dark.
Every dream comes true with you
How can I doubt my heart?
Here is my hand,
Here is my life,
Here is my heart.

Let's share our love, now.
And build a dream unending!
These are my words
I offer you, Dear,
With my every pulse!
Looking deep within your eyes
I feel a pulsing spark.
Let's join our hands,
Let's start our life,
Oh, here is my heart!

~Luxelle Machtes Ashrim</nowiki>
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'''a page of pressed rosebud parchment'''
<nowiki>In the Common language, it reads:

Love's Steadfast Path

No fleeting whim, nor passing jest,
Can shape the bond that love bestows,
For in its depth, the heart finds rest,
As steady as the river flows.

Through tempests wild and wayward chance,
It bends but never breaks apart,
No spoken vow nor fleeting glance
Could bind it stronger than the heart.

It grows in silence, soft yet sure,
Unshaken by the winds of time,
A flame that trials shall endure,
Untouched by reason's measured rhyme.

So let the world its course pursue,
Let seasons change, let time depart,
For love remains, both firm and true,
A refuge for the faithful heart.</nowiki>
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'''a scallop-edged cream card'''
<nowiki>The page, written in Elven, reads as follows:

~Love, Like Cobbling Shoes~

Love is not a fleeting spark,
nor silk that tears with time
it is the hand that mends and shapes,made strong through wear and climb.

It bends but does not break apart,
grows sturdy, firm, and true,
built to walk through storm and sun, each step deepens its hue.

And when the years have worn it thin,
when time has left its trace,
love, like hands that stitch and mend,
renews with care and grace.

~Kayse Thaellian</nowiki>
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'''a sheet of smoke-striated vellum'''
<nowiki>The page, written in Elven, reads as follows:

Adapted from Lythale Orinet Loenthra's 'Endless Light of Night' without permission, so please don't rat me out. I already owe them two bottles of caerandas. --JS

In the darkness of the night
Ardent candles shine full bright

Flick'ring beacons to the heart
Practicing the greatest art

Not word nor painting can compare
To the soul's scintillant flare

The flame of love sheds purest light
In the darkness of the night</nowiki>
</pre><pre{{log2}}>
'''a piece of white paper'''<nowiki>
The page, written in Elven, reads as follows:

<3 <3 <3
<3 <3
_
O |O| In the quiet dark
/|\/ \ Gentle touch of hearts entwined
|\ |\ Ends with tangled sheets

<3 <3 <3
<3 <3 <3</nowiki>
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'''a wing-shaped wine red declaration'''
<nowiki>In the Elven language, it reads:

To my dear friends,
Aendir and Elaejia,
as you declare your love
to one another.

Warmest regards,
Lucrecea

When others speak of love,
they do so tenderly,
with hushed and reverent awe.

Such docile platitudes
will never match its flame,
its ferocity,
its unyielding and
uncompromising resolve.

Wash away these pleasantries
for the truth beneath,
lest you lose yourselves
to their benign banality.

Seize your love
and your shared love,
and raise a tempest
to drive out those who dare
to tame it,
to subjugate it,
to break its very spirit.</nowiki>
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'''an elegant sapphire blue vellum'''
<nowiki>In the Common language, it reads:

Love is the heart s most precious light,
A spark that shines through darkest night.
It s not in gold, nor fame, nor land,
But in the touch of a gentle hand.

It builds a bridge where walls once stood,
A bond that heals, a force for good.
Its value grows beyond measure s span,
It s found in kindness, heart, and plan.

Love is the gift that time will prove,
A bond that only grows and moves.
In every step, together, we ll find,
A life of joy, forever intertwined.

Warmest Wishes,

Dame Dirra Crawfinn</nowiki>
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'''a leaf-framed pale violet card'''
<nowiki>In the Elven language, it reads:

For my dear friends, Aendir and Elaejia Silithyr, on the occasion of their wedding.

Feastday, 23rd day of Fashanos in the year, 5125.

What is Love?

He asked me, "Lady, what is love?"
And I replied "My sweet,
It's knowing when to take her hand
And when your eyes should meet.
It's knowing when to whisper words
That reach across the ages
And echo all the passion spent
On yesteryear's page."

"It's gently finding out about
The things that make her cry,
And earning all her trust in you
By never asking why
She takes your love for granted
Though you give it with your heart
Then find it torn to pieces
By a poisoned verbal dart."

"It's giving without taking
Though your need is hard to bear
And selfish, bitter frailty
Demand you have your share
Of tenderness and caring.
So you see, it's quite a prize.
Now my gentle lover,
Help me see it through your eyes."

He sat in thoughtful silence
Reflecting what I'd said,
Then, with a smile that caught my heart
He raised his glorious head.
"Lady, what you've described to me,
The essence of the flame,
For though a man, I realise
My needs are just the same."

All my love and best wishes,
Rohese</nowiki>
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'''a sheet of illuminated parchment'''
<nowiki>
In the Common language, it reads:

Love begins in shadow, a question half-spun,
An indigo veil over what may become.
It clings to the silence, unsure in its hue,
A longing unspoken, a storm-darkened blue.
Yet love, when it strengthens, turns lilac and bright,
Unfurling through laughter, through soft golden light.
It softens in lavender, like breath upon skin,
a whisper of promise, the dawn breaking in.
Then tear-stained damson, wistful and worn,
Bears loss in its fibers, yet never is torn.
Through heartache it lingers, through doubt it will stay,
A bruise that can deepen but won't fade away.
At last, it is amethyst, steady, serene,
no longer a question, no longer between.
Not fire, not fleeting, nor bound to obey,
Love is a jewel-tone that never betrays.
RML, late winter wedding, 5125</nowiki>
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Elaejia (prime)/2025-02-23 - Wedding of Aendir and Elaejia (log)

2025-03-05T06:02:31Z

LUNATUNES: Updated log format, added RML poem, fixed typos.

The wedding of Aendir and Elaejia Silithyr took place on 23rd Fashanos, 5123 at the [[Ilyan Syndicate]]'s Illithien Aerie in Ta'Illistim.

==Program==
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The letters E and A are entwined in a calligraphied monogram overlaid on a watermarked vivid ianthine gladiolus at the top of of the white program.

In the Common language, it reads:
~ * ~ Elaejia x Aendir ~ * ~
Marriage Program
* 2:00pm ~ Gathering of the Guests ~
Guests to assemble in the Aerie Conservatory
* 2:30pm ~ Procession & Ceremony ~
The couple will arrive and exchange traditional Loenthran vows
* 3:00pm ~ Reception Feast & Gifts of Poesy ~
The Celebrants and Guests to gather in Astrapia Hall
for dancing, merriment, and to share their gifts of love poetry
* 4:00pm ~ Farewell & Blessings ~
As the winter sun sinks to its rest, the couple will
take their leave with the well-wishes of their beloved kin & friends
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==Procession & Ceremony==
The guests gathered in the Conservatory beneath the Aerie's dwarf haon tree, which cast otherworldly shade through its translucent leaves over an aeunarad arbor. A carpet of rose petals formed the aisleway for the couple when they made their entrance from the halls below.

'''Click to expand''' <span class="mw-customtoggle-outfits" style="color:#0000ff">outfits</span>.
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You see Master Aendir Silithyr Loenthra the Financier.
He appears to be an Elf.
He is tall and has a lean, rangy build. He appears to be in the bloom of youth. He has keen, silver-edged coal black eyes and fair skin. He has neck length, fine glaes-sheened hair briskly combed back from the temples with a bone white tuft at his part. He has a long face, a classical nose and angular pointed ears. He has finely sculpted and refined features, save for the jagged scar that runs from the bottom of his right ear to the base of his neck. He is inked with a repeating motif of entwined klys leaves and gladioli upon his hands.
He has a silhouette of two counter-set ebon crows inked boldly on the back of his right hand.
His imposing figure is obscured by a haze of shadowy black.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a band-collared snowy white vicuna coat split into jet-limned tails, an onyx jacquard cincher over a winter white noil shirt contrasted by a twice-knotted cravat of onyx jacquard, a slim band of klys leaf-chased gold encircling the left ring finger, some jet-hued vicuna trousers buttoned in vaalin, and some sable suede-framed velvet shoes buckled with ebon cloisonne.
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You see Lady Elaejia Silithyr Loenthra the Benefactress.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is perfectly postured and has a muscled, but soft physique. She appears to be in the spring of life. She has subtly tilted cobalt-violet eyes and rose-tinted fair skin. She has very long, silky caramel-brushed blonde hair that cascades in a subtly gold-sheened curtain. She has a thin-boned, gracefully angular countenance, tapering to a softly pointed chin. She is inked with a repeating motif of entwined klys leaves and gladioli upon her hands.
She has a band of silver-inked sigils on her wrist.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a fan-collared snowy vicuna cape draped from a tiered set of jet-lined pearl pauldrons, an ebon noil blouse caught at the cuffs by vaalin buttons, a slim ring of klys leaf-chased gold encircling the left ring finger, a contoured cloudsilk cincher spilling a train of ebon charmeuse ribbon-ruched folds, some snowy vicuna trousers paneled in jet lace, and a pair of pearlescent floriated velvet slippers lofted on silk-bowed ebon heels.
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You see Lord Daevian Corwyth Vaalor.
He appears to be an Elf.
He is strikingly tall and has a robust and strapping physique. He appears to be an adult. He has piercing albino pink eyes and milky white skin. He has very long, silky platinum hair twisted into a coiled bun of loose overlapping plaits, adorned with a spiraling ornament of glossy crow feathers. He has a chiseled, angular face, a gently sloped nose and slightly upswept pointed ears. A whip-thin scar curves around the right side of his neck. He has a curvilinear stroke of smoke black lined across his lashes, the ink tapering towards his brow.
He has an inked collection of medicinal herbs running the length of his arm.
He is in good shape.
He is holding an ebon parchment envelope in his left hand.
He is wearing assorted smoky glass earcuffs, a navel-length trio of knotted platinum rope chains, a dusk grey jacquard jacket worked in metallic-threaded fractals, a charcoal silk cincher boned in bare pewter branches extending upward over an ebon rosesilk-paneled shirt with a semi-sheer chiffon yoke, a stained glass iridescent ebon crow cuff, a hammered platinum band sliced by obsidian encircling the left ring finger, some fitted pewter vicuna pants laced at the back, and a pair of black leather boots with knee-high split cuffs.
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You see Jossarian Silithyr the Artist.
He appears to be a Loenthra Elf.
He is tall and has a broad-shouldered slender frame. He appears to be youthful. He has subtly tilted ink blue eyes and fair skin. He has waist length, silky pale golden hair swept back into a sleek, clubbed queue by a ribbon of interwoven black silk and smoky amethyst feathers tied at mid-back. He has a fine-boned, angular face and a narrow, slightly cleft chin. Dark shadows mar the skin beneath his eyes. Tarnished silver wires coil artfully about both his ears, securing along their upper ridges a pair of thin niello silver quills trailing backswept coal black crow feathers in wispy arcs.
He has a tendril of entwined platinum and tarnished silver in the upper ridge of his right ear.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a high-collared charcoal grey moire silk jacket trailing a gauzy floor-length cape, a lustrous white silk cravat shot with silver threads, a silvered silk jacquard waistcoat woven throughout with motes of smoky grey shadowglass over a tab-collared white silk shirt with artfully flared cuffs, a stained glass iridescent ebon crow cuff, a matte silver band split by pave black sapphires encircling the left ring finger, a wide black star sapphire ring, a snug pair of pale grey leather pants, and some dusky shark skin boots with glass-like obsidian toes.

You have metallic-sparked notes of ozone crackling against seawater-heavy mist, creating an atmosphere charged with flashes of dark and light. Faint traces of ash enshroud the corrupted iron core, sweetened only by tentacles of thick molasses that threaten to draw the scent into depths of blackened vanilla.
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You see Miss Lissaya Vaillancourt Loenthra the Witch of the Shining City.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is average height and has a slender build. She appears to be in the bloom of youth. She has dark-lashed, wide larkspur blue eyes and exceedingly fair skin. She has mid back-length, languidly waved vanilla blonde hair smoothly swept into an elegant chignon at the nape of her neck and pinned beneath a ribbon-looped net and silk fascinator dotted in jeweled origami butterflies. Dainty but sharp fae-like features dominate her face. A prismatic dark magenta wispstone is positioned between her eyes, which casts a sparkling lavender-grey sheen across her face.
She has a trio of twisted silver rings in her left eyebrow, an intricate blackwork tattoo blossoming down her left arm, and a tattooed ring of stylized greyscale flames on her finger.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a floral-motif back pendant of silver revealing a pearlescent briar-winged butterfly, a floor-grazing wrap of lush dark sable casually slung over her shoulder, a drape-backed mauve cloudsilk gown pinned by lengths of naevela-crafted blossoms, a spill of semi-sheer lace underskirts illuminated by shards of arathiel, a narrow silver filigree signet, and some dusky mauve pearl-beaded lace pompes raised on naevela-wrapped heels.

You have lush layers of rose aromatics twisting about you. The essence of fresh-cut selanael with hints of herbaceous and violet-scented beleria flows through the rose-laden perfume, while crushed aelerine notes and a tinge of ivybriar shine through at the last moment.
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You see Adjutant Yunni Radottir Ardenai the Crimson Adventurer.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is taller than average and has a leanly muscled physique. She appears to be of a tender age. She has sparkling crystal green eyes and fair skin. She has long, braided strawberry blonde hair pulled back into a single wrist-thick braid that falls across a clean undercut at her nape. She has a delicate face and thin eyebrows. Her features as a whole are androgynous in quality.
She has a chain of intricate runes tattoo on her finger.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a shoulder-pinned plum velvet court cape lined in white silk, a delicate chain tucked into a vest pocket, a pearlescent flyrsilk vest over a violet-grey ruhani wool tunic sewn with beleria clusters, some fitted pearlescent organza trousers with a braided silver belt, and some iron grey talon-gilded tweed knee-boots laced with silver-gilt rope.
</pre><pre{{log2|border=none|font=arial}}>
You see Great Lady Traiva Verethundi the Incantress.
She appears to be an Aelotoi of the Mrae'ni Clan.
She is petite in stature and has an hourglass figure. She appears to be in the spring of life. She has smoldering, viridian-flecked dark hazel eyes and rose-tinted ivory skin. She has hip length, softly curled deep cordovan hair woven into a multi-strand braid pinned by a translucent organza rosette framed by a fan of green-black feathers. She has a heart-shaped face and high cheekbones. She has a silver-washed dove grey lacquer brushed onto her gently tapered fingernails. She has a pair of jade-veined elongated emerald wings.
She has a stalk of blush-hued tuberoses nestled in vivid jade green leaves on her arm, and a knotwork and dragonfly tattoo on her neck.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing some mosaic-set iridescent ebon crow earrings a translucent chalcedony rose suspended from a thin silk ribbon, a trailing silk crepe gown with a fan of nacreous feathers on each sleeveless shoulder with an ebon lace corset visibly boned along the contours of the hips underneath, some elbow-length flyrsilk gloves woven with a subtle feather motif, a narrow silver ring sporting a green-sheened nacreous starling, some whisper-thin stockings of gilt-veiled pearl gossamer, and a pair of nacreous starling-beaded branch-inked silk slippers.

Traiva has the bare scent of sheer white musk and paper-thin citrus peel enveloping her. Dulcet base notes of lush faewood blossoms enrich the perfume with an intensely floral core.
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You see Loremaster Rohese Bayvel Illistim.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is taller than average with a slender willowy form. She appears to be of a tender age. She has silver-lashed misty grey eyes and preternaturally pale skin. She has lustrous, cool silver hair drawn back in elegant twists that are captured by an intricately woven circlet of lavender wisteria and glossy verdant leaves, though several tendrils slip free to halo the face. She has slender ears peeking through her hair that taper to fine points. Her composed expression has a sense of scholarly authority despite her youthful, fey-like appearance. A delicate pallid violet amethyst cut into a sharply pointed teardrop is positioned between her eyes, which casts a sparkling deep lavender sheen across her face.
She has a scattering of tiny opal droplets set along the slender tips of her pointed ears, a cascade of tiny silver stars tattooed over her right eyebrow that fades into her hairline, and an inking of a faint star constellation on her neck.
She has occasional faint traces of text flowing beneath her visible skin.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a luxurious pale golden velvet stole, a vine-like kelyn ring cradling a violet and gold amethyst in a curled leaf, a muted celadon silk gown with soft silver-tinged hanging sleeves with a smooth lavender charmeuse shift with a glimmering gold and silver sheen underneath, and a pair of pearlescent lavender silk chopines.

Rohese has in the air about her a shroud, as light as feathered wings, held aloft by a breath of wisteria incense stirred by strands of niveous calla lily. Chords of white sandalwood and rose attar thread languidly throughout, underscored by a touch of frankincense.
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You see Dame Dirra Crawfinn the Knight of Vornavis.
She appears to be a Human from Vornavis.
She is average height. She appears to be an adult. She has sparkling pale blue eyes and pale skin. She has very long, tousled copper red hair swept back from the temples. She has a delicate face, a freckled nose and high cheekbones.
She has a chain of intricate runes tattoo on her arm.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a braided silken ribbon choker, an argent silk cloak, a hammered silver livery collar, a sleeveless icy blue silk dress with black opal beading on the skirts, a pair of argent watered silk high-heeled shoes, and a pair of golden spurs.
</pre><pre{{log2|border=none|font=arial}}>
You see Lord Teveriel Anduin Vaalor the Nobleman of the Fortress.
He appears to be an Elf.
He is tall in stature and has a hard-muscled physique. He appears to have come of age. He has brooding steel grey eyes and fair skin. He has mid-back length, straight pale blonde hair worn loose save for a duo of lengthy temple-braids tucked behind the left ear, the foremost one secured by a simple suede cord adorned with a splayed trio of nacreous raven feathers. He has a chiseled, angular face, a straight nose and broad shoulders. His steeply arched, dark eyebrows and symmetrical features lend him a dour countenance.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a white satin jacket tooled along the leather collar with errant wing patterns, a rose-burnt velvet cravat, an onyx-buttoned waistcoat of anthracite damask over a crisp ivory linen shirt with a spread stygian suede collar, a signet band of interlocking vaalin plumes, some pale cameline trousers with a tight herringbone weave, and a pair of black boar hide square-toed shoes laced with silver satin.
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You see Lucraine the Composer.
He appears to be a Human from Highmount.
He is taller than average. He appears to be very young. He has long-lashed, marine-haloed crystal blue eyes and bronze skin. He has long, straight blonde hair gathered into two long braided pigtails beneath a flat-topped hat with a silver-winged fat-bottomed bumblebee-painted card tucked in the band. He has a clean-shaven face, a classical nose and a well-defined jawline that is marred only by a fading mark from the remnants of an old bee sting. He has an octagonal gold honeycomb earcuff attached to his ear.
He has an onyx-shaded crimson flame tattoo on his finger, a gold-twined ivory bar in the upper ridge of his left ear, and a plump honeybee tattoo nestled into a four leaf clover on his ear.
A tiny swarm of plump saffron bumblebees buzz to and fro around Lucraine, the black-striped insects occasionally resting upon his gloves, tipping their bodies upside down as they inspect the honeycomb patterns.
He is in good shape.
A knobby sentient potato sprouting a fuzzy peach is settled on his shoulder.
He is wearing a large gold earring, a lustrous black silk kimono inked with white musical notations, a polished redwood mandolin with a bee embossed honey-hued strap, a high-collared niveous satin shirt, a bumblebee-etched golden armcuff set with eyes of diamond studs, a curved gold signet crafted in an amber-filled honeycomb pattern, a bee-motif honey silk sash, some gently flared ebon silk nanjir side-seamed with subtle whitework arabesques, and a pair of obsidian black smooth ramie silk divit-toed shoes.
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You see Riend Ar'Fiernel the Master Artisan of Locksmehr River.
She appears to be a Sylvankind.
She is tall in stature and has a lithesome, nimble build. She appears to be in the bloom of youth. She has expressive, chestnut-haloed malachite green eyes and gardenia white skin. She has fine, textured hellebore black hair artfully plaited into a wide basket weave and pulled back into a low bun accented by a spiral pattern of aura agita and ithaenil beads. She has an oval face, a gently sloped nose and gracefully pointed ears that complement her high cheekbones. Though her features are predominantly sylvan, subtleties in the shape of her face and the tilt of her eyes appear faintly erithian. She wears a filigree-set arathiel earcap reflecting through pink petalite blossoms, the gradient of colors tracing her temples.
She has a rune tattoo on her arm.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing an avian-carved gold back pendant nestled in a bouquet of stargazer lyshaelyn florals, a pale rose quartz chainsil bliaut contoured by a ribbon-laced corsage of overlapped silk leaves with a faintly ruched pallid silk chemise trailing pendant sleeves of floral lace underneath, an arabesqued cavela belt thrice-wrapped snugly around the abdomen, and a pair of marbled pink pearl-beaded lace slippers raised on foliate ora heels.
</pre><pre{{log2|border=none|font=arial}}>
You see Rivienne Mandaire Loenthra of the Shining City.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is petite and has a balletic body. She appears to have come of age. She has demure violet eyes and silken alabaster skin. She has long, free-flowing starling black hair woven into an intricate infinity knot pierced by a quintet of rose gold hairsticks with branch-like ends arranged in a fan. She has narrow, delicately pointed ears. Her aspect embodies a fluid symmetry of sharp angles and gentle curves.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a plum velvet shawl, a peach silk gown painted with a plum beleria over its left side, a linked rose gold bracelet set with ovals of amethyren, and a pair of smoky violet tone-on-tone damask chopines set on orbed rose gold heels.
</pre><pre{{log2|border=none|font=arial}}>
A layer of water surrounds Arenglae and ripples with each movement.
You see Lady Arenglae Amalathia of House Illistim.
She appears to be an Illistim Elf.
She is average height and has a lithesome, nimble build. She appears to be of a tender age. She has subtly tilted argent-sheened celestial blue eyes and impeccably radiant lotus white skin. She has very long, silvery arctic white hair caught in a series of braided loops beneath a labyrinthine platinum circlet side-framed in a curtain of white ermine moth beads, the ends subtly concealed beneath the coils. She has a gently sloped aquiline nose and elongated outwardly curved ears. A subtly strong chin offsets the smooth, soft features gently rounding out her face.
She has a quintet of niello silver teardrops inset with everfrost shards in the upper ridge of her left ear.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a double-tiered platinum choker dripping inky black nightstones, an overgown of overlapping twisted silver chains draped from a brilliant snowblind diamond pendant over a lustrous white samite bliaut front-split over some silver lace and silk underskirts, a twisted blue vaalin signet ring bearing an elven crest, and some nacre velvet pompes dripping thin chains down each ankle.
Swirls of pale silver snowflakes fall slowly across her form, glistening faintly as she moves.
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You see Lord Kothos Blud the Priest of Ivas.
He appears to be a Half-Elf.
He is very tall and has a broad-shouldered slender frame. He appears to be in the spring of life. He has copper-ringed seaglass green eyes and sun-bronzed, coppery skin. He has long, voluminous raven black hair cascading into a lush tumult of violet-sheened curls. He has a graceful, oval-shaped face, an aquiline nose and a set of high cheekbones that are softened by the gentle contours of his jawline. His rounded nails are brushed with matte, aquamarine-tinted electrum lacquer highlighting a powdery spring azure butterfly perched upon the ring finger.
He has a balefire-hued shrouded bog tattoo on his thigh.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a simple copper medallion graced with milky jade orchid inlay, a wisp-shaped aventurine Ivas symbol suspended from a rose gold chain, an interlocking chain of bronze thorns strung upon ribbed smoke-grey silk ribbons, a jade green lushly embroidered cassock composed of copper-threaded spidersilk, an intertwining copper and gold wristcuff, a black enameled bracer with a silver gryphon set in a ruby circle, and some mesh sandals beaded with green velvet malachite stones.
</pre><pre{{log2|border=none|font=arial}}>
You see Adalfuns Kylling.
He appears to be a Human.
He is tall. He appears to be young. He has blue eyes and tanned skin. He has nape-length, silky blonde hair. He has broad shoulders. A mask covers his face, shrouding it in a layer of scaled vruul skin and faenor.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a rope-chained kelyn necklace strung with a cushion-cut ember orange hyacinth pendant, a honeycomb-patterned hunter green leather jerkin, a high-collared niveous linen shirt with subtle embroidery, a squared celaeun signet, some fitted walnut brown kidskin pants, and a pair of dark floral-branded suede shoes with low kelyn heels.
</pre><pre{{log2|border=none|font=arial}}>
A faint, haunting melody seems to accompany the light surrounding Imrys, the air around her rippling with sound. Delicate strands of pale light weave through the melody, as though she is suspended in an unseen current of music; the notes are barely perceptible but mesmerizing.
You see Imrys Kylling Ardenai the Muse.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is average height and has a lissome figure. She appears to be very young. She has vibrant dark blue-green eyes and very fair, lightly freckled skin. She has long, gleaming pearl blonde hair smoothly brushed beneath a filigreed rose gold circlet haloed in stargazer jade cabochons and left in curtains of ironed-straight strands. She has a fine-boned face, a straight nose and slightly pointed ears. She has lusterless smoke grey lacquer brushed onto her long fingernails.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a collar of slim bronze branches, a truffle-hued wyrsilk ruhana draped loosely from the upper arms, a rose gold velveteen gown grazed with tiny bronze oak leaves, an intricately woven wrist-cuff of luminescent peach sel'elun blossoms, a slender lytani wedding band, a petite pink lily jade signet, and a pair of rose gold lustrous satin slippers set on fluted bronze heels.
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You see Lucrecea Ruin the Envoy of the North.
She appears to be an Ardenai Elf.
She is of a slight height and has a svelte figure. She appears to be youthful. She has slightly canted vibrant mulberry-hued eyes and smoothly tanned skin. She has gentle curls of long, bronze-swept silky raven black hair that falls in a tousled mane to the center of her back. She has a delicately boned face and long, slender ears ending in thinly tapering tips. A tiny arathiel songbird earcap is perched atop the tip of her left ear, softly illuminating the contours of her profile.
She has sharply tapering strokes inked in deep ebony sweeping upward from the corners of her eyes.
A fan of ethereal blades hovers high about her form, twisting and turning silently.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a black iron circlet wrought into branching antlers, a filigree collar of dark garnet teardrops, a full-faced dark wolf stole with long alabaster claws, a smooth ebony crocodile skin corset presenting a structured hourglass silhouette over a trained jet black gown with shoulder-draped appliques, a darkened pewter signet ring, and some pale satin pompes raised upon iron-caged avian skulls that cradle the heels.
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You see Sir Cryheart Thaxin the Knight Banneret.
He appears to be a Human from Honneland.
He is taller than average and has a muscular physique. He appears to be time-worn. He has piercing blue-grey eyes and tanned skin. He has shoulder-length, tousled golden brown hair with the slightest hint of grey at the temples. He has an angular face, a prominent nose and broad shoulders. A slight scar, barely visible, indents his left cheek.
He has a rampant silver gryphon tattoo on his neck, and a pair of small ivory bone rings in the upper ridge of his left ear.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a silver-edged blue pelican feather, a raven-black wool tam o'shanter, an ebony headband swirled with red and silver tones, a midnight black earcuff tooled with a silver gryphon, a hammered golvern torc ending in bloodjewel-eyed gryphon heads, a supple suede fetish beaded with chips of bone, an elongated ur-barath rune, a gilded locus, a wyrmwood amulet, an urglaes thumb-ring, a hammered gold band, an intricately woven wrist-cuff of owl feathers and luckbloom blossoms, a gold-linked ghezyte bracelet with tiny malachite vines, some fitted myklian scale gloves, a silver-edged emerald hair ribbon, some rusalkysk-banded rusalkoren bracers, a black enameled bracer with a silver gryphon set in a ruby circle, a glaes-bound ebonwood badge, a quintuple orb brooch, a mystical jade dragon pin, a braid-trimmed black silk sash, a bronze and star ruby pin, a gauzy emerald green scarf embroidered with a white swan, a raven black wool shirt with silver-framed gryphon-shaped cufflinks, a green and claret wool greatkilt, a black cotton twill cloak, a black leather belt with a silver gryphon buckle, a hammered copper bell strung from ivory ribbons, a crystallized silvery fossil charm, a close-fitting pyrothag hide sheath, a bear skin leather pouch, a rolaren mesh sack with a veniom clasp in the shape of a silver gryphon, a supple brindlecat hide herb satchel with a leaf-shaped eahnor clasp, a pair of red gillies and hose, and a pair of golden spurs.
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You see Arena Contender Kayse Thaellian the Firefly of the Darkstone Bay Consortium.
She appears to be an Aelotoi of the Vaer'sah Clan.
She is statuesque and has a curvaceous figure. She appears to be youthful. She has voluminously lashed, viridian-specked pear green eyes and freckle-dusted, smooth olive skin. She has long, lustrous deep garnet-hued hair styled into tousled, unruly waves that are loosely pulled back at the temples with some sinous dark gold hairpins, the style left to drape over each of her shoulders. She has strong and toned features, yet still possesses alluring feminine qualities enhanced by her soft full blush-hued lips. She has a pair of oval niveous-veined shadowy black wings.
She has a rune tattoo on her arm, an onyx-hued palm print inked on her wrist, a primitively inked white jagged heart on her finger, a multi-colored ink splotched lily on her arm, a kohl-outlined feather quill on her wrist, an inked vine laden with blossoms on her waist, a series of smoke-hued feathers inked along her collarbone, and an ink-stroked flaming violet edged in gilt on her finger.
She has occasional faint traces of ivory-striated nightshade petals flowing beneath her visible skin.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing some gilt-swirled plum zelflyr fragments laying loosely across the decolletage, a satin-lined smoke grey paeline cloak, a low-cut dark golden velvet bliaut pin-pleated to reveal cream underskirts with a silk chemise accented by variegated plum lace applique underneath, a zydris and sephwir ring, and a pair of cream-hued shimmering aqilorn shoes lofted on chain-draped heels.
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You see Lady Cylnthia Kythnis Ardenai the Evergreen Rose.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is tall in stature. She appears to be advanced in years. She has twinkling, gold-flecked forest green eyes and sun-kissed, unblemished skin. She has ankle-length, sleek raven black hair gathered into a ponytail caught by a single sapphire rosebud. Her long, graceful ears are partially hidden by wayward strands of her hair.
She has a golden leaf tattoo on her neck, and some warmly inked harvest-hued vines on her leg.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a thick ruhani wool wrap, a back-latticed dark malachite green satin gown side-split from hip to ankle, some rose-embroidered evergreen silk gloves, a braided belt, and some soft dark umber slippers inset with onyx roses.

You have the evergreen aroma of redwoods about you, as enduring as the old-growth forests themselves. The crimson notes sink into a heart of blackened vanilla, a smoky sweetness that melds seamlessly with the wood. Even as the fragrance begins to fade, all chords are accounted for, and together they disperse on barely there hints of rock rose.
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===Ceremony===
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[Illithien Aerie, Conservatory]
Warm, moisture-laden air fills this large conservatory. Countless panes of copper-hued glass framed with white metal arch high overhead, flooding the space with warm sunlight. Songbirds flit about, warbling mellifluously. Marble tile pathways lead between raised planter beds, each filled with lush flora and dotted with blooms in gradient hues. A densely canopied dwarf haon is the focal point, its translucent leaves casting a luminescent halo magnified by a reflection pool beneath its elliptical foliage. You also see a bushy-tailed desert coyote, a black-tipped cloud wolf, the Corlandith disk, the tooled leather Adalfuns disk, '''a carpet of rose petals leading to a verdant woven aeunarad arbor, a rectangular pale linden tea table carved with bas-relief roses with some stuff on it''', a descending curved staircase and an arched glass-paned door.
Also here: Kippe, Riend, Loremaster Rohese, Magister Raelee, Lady Arenglae, Drazaa, Arena Contender Kayse, Rivienne, Lord Kothos, Dame Dirra, Lucraine, Lord Teveriel, Corlandith, Adalfuns, Imrys, Lucrecea, Lady Luxelle, High Lord Aetheri, Miss Lissaya, Lady Cylnthia, Lord Daevian, Great Lady Traiva, Jossarian, Sir Cryheart

Daevian clears his throat.

Teveriel nods understandingly at Lucrecea.

Master Aendir's group just wandered up a descending curved staircase.

Rohese beams happily at Aendir!

Rohese looks at Elaejia and squeals.

Lissaya glances between Aendir and Elaejia.

Kayse glances between Elaejia and Aendir.

Daevian gives a sidelong glance at Aendir.

Kothos gazes admiringly at Elaejia.

Aendir says, "Good afternoon to you all. We are so pleased and honored that you've gathered here with us today."

Marraga just wandered up a descending curved staircase.

Marraga offers Elaejia a spray of dark-hearted ghost flowers.

Marraga blushes a nice shade of light pink.

Elaejia accepts Marraga's ghost flowers.

Marraga just wandered down a descending curved staircase.

Aendir says, "Each of you means something special to us, and we're delighted to share this day with you."

Aendir amusedly says, "Now let us begin, hm? We've kept you waiting long enough."

Luxelle curtsies with a slight tilt of her head, the shadows woven into her elesine gown unfurling like blooms of dusky umbra.

Elaejia smiles quietly to herself.

(Aendir walks down the aisle of petals toward the arbor, causing the scent of bruised roses to meld with the rich loamy atmosphere of the conservatory. The late afternoon sun sparkles through the translucent leaves of the haon tree and glints off his dark hair as he takes his place before the arbor, hands straying to adjust his jacquard cravat.)

Speaking to Daevian, Jossarian whispers aloud, "See? It runs in the family."

Speaking to Aendir, Kothos says, "You both look like mirrored images of one another, already interconnected."

Aendir resolutely states, "We thank you all for joining us on this day when our two souls are at last joined. The paths Elaejia and I walked to this moment were longer and more winding than most, with many steps taken in ignorance or despair, but the power of fate cannot be denied. As we belong to none other than ourselves, we take the last steps to this moment and make our vows directly to one another."

Daevian gazes at Aendir.

(Aendir gazes down the aisleway at Elaejia, and holds out his hand to her in a beckoning gesture.)

(Elaejia glides from the stairway along the bloom-strewn marble path, disturbing the petals with the long train of ruched cloudsilk trailing from the contoured cincher about her waist. Draped from narrow pearl-hued pauldrons, the haloed wool of her snowy white cape swirls with fluid motion as she turns to join Aendir before the woven arbor.)

Rohese places a hand over her heart.

Rohese sighs happily.

Imrys smiles quietly to herself.

Your face lights up with joy for Elaejia.

Elaejia deliberately says, "We make our vows in this place, the Aerie, a triumph and a respite," she pauses here, glancing around at the gathered faces, "Restored by many hands dear to us, and surrounded by friends new and old."

(Elaejia returns his gaze, chin raised and back straight, only the slight whiteness of her knuckles holding the simple spray of dark-hearted ghost flowers betraying any hint of nerves. With a deep, steadying breath, she glances down and removes the ebon ribbon binding the flowers together, letting it flutter to the ground.)

Elaejia weaves her ghost flowers into the strands of her very long caramel-brushed blonde hair.

Elaejia smiles quietly to herself.

Kothos smiles at Elaejia.

Elaejia formally reflects, "The Aeunael - the ancient custom of making promises of love in the highest reaches of the Loenthran willow, the tree of truth," she pauses with a glance through the rosy panes of the Conservatory, indicating the plateau without, "Though we are far from where our aeunarads grow, we stand before this arbor here in high climes, its archway a portal to a new shared beginning."

(Elaejia rests an outstretched hand upon the woven withes of the aeunarad arbor, rustling the viridian leaves slightly.)

(Aendir takes Elaejia's free hand in one of his, twining the other into the withes of the bower, dislodging several of its bright yellow catkins which tumble into the red petal carpet below.)

Speaking steadily to Elaejia, Aendir responds, "Among the slender branches of the aeunarad, higher and higher we climb, and there I offer my heart to you."

Lucrecea gazes with interest at a carpet of rose petals leading to a verdant woven aeunarad arbor.

Speaking formally to Aendir, Elaejia promises, "And here I offer mine in kind, in boughs where only the truth may pass our lips."

Daevian leans softly against Jossarian.

(Elaejia twists her hand within Aendir's grasp in a ritualized manner, unlacing and lacing their fingers together.)

Speaking measuredly to Elaejia, Aendir continues, "Let the promise we make this day be threefold. The first I make with breath - I vow to love you as the moon loves the sea, with the eternal pull we have always known."

Speaking to Aendir, Elaejia responds, "With breath - I vow to love you as the sun cherishes the world, with heat and flame, lighting our new path together. Let the love we share now be as a candle to the bonfire it will become in the time we are together."

(Aendir pauses, turning on a velvet-shod heel toward the linden table beside the arbor for a moment before returning his gaze to Elaejia's countenance.)

Speaking earnestly to Elaejia, Aendir says, "The second promise I seal with beauty - the ephemeral mana that is the soul's only sustenance. I promise to ever seek harmony, dedicating myself to our happiness and success."

Aendir removes a slender copper-nibbed stick on top of the linden tea table.

(Aendir gazes at Elaejia with an expression of pride for a moment before taking her hands in his, bending to the task of painting an intricate motif across the slender back of each.)

Aendir steps up to Elaejia and deftly makes several strokes with his stick, painting out a design upon her hands in mere seconds.

Aendir offers Elaejia a slender copper-nibbed stick.

Elaejia smiles.

Elaejia accepts Aendir's copper-nibbed stick.

Elaejia quietly echoes, "Sealed with beauty - I vow to protect the harmony we create, devoting myself to the pursuit and joy of our shared dreams."

Elaejia gazes at Aendir.

(Elaejia grasps the stick carefully and takes his hands each in turn and replicating the same design, carefully painting around the tattoo already upon his right hand.)

Aendir smiles.

Elaejia steps up to Aendir and deftly makes several strokes with her stick, painting out a design upon his hands in mere seconds.

Elaejia sets a slender copper-nibbed stick on top of the linden tea table.

Twisting his slim band sharply, Aendir draws it over the knuckle of his left ring finger and removes it.

Aendir gazes at the slim band in his hand.

(Aendir lifts his eyes to meet Elaejia's, holding her gaze as he cradles the slim golden band in his hand.)

Aendir muses, "It has been more than a year since we exchanged these bands," he pauses with a smiling glance at those gathered, "As some here may have occasionally reminded us. Each of those days as we built and reinforced this bond, we imbued these symbols with the strength of our love."

Aendir takes a deep breath.

Speaking quietly to Elaejia, Aendir resolves, "The third promise I make with a band of glass, a ring unending - its delicate nature a reminder to ever take care with the heart you've entrusted to me. I promise you the courage to walk by your side until the last stars fade from the heavens."

Kippe smiles at Aendir.

Aendir places his hand on his slim band.

Aendir turns a slim band of klys leaf-chased gold over in his fingers, causing a glimmer of light to play over its surface. When the light fades away, he is now holding a slim band of vaalin-cradled aragless instead.

Aendir gazes lovingly at Elaejia.

Twisting her slim ring sharply, Elaejia draws it over the knuckle of her left ring finger and removes it.

[Illithien Aerie, Conservatory]

Warm, moisture-laden air fills this large conservatory. Countless panes of copper-hued glass framed with white metal arch high overhead, flooding the space with warm sunlight. Songbirds flit about, warbling mellifluously. Marble tile pathways lead between raised planter beds, each filled with lush flora and dotted with blooms in gradient hues. A densely canopied dwarf haon is the focal point, its translucent leaves casting a luminescent halo magnified by a reflection pool beneath its elliptical foliage. You also see a bushy-tailed desert coyote that is sitting, a black-tipped cloud wolf, the Corlandith disk, the tooled leather Adalfuns disk, a carpet of rose petals leading to a verdant woven aeunarad arbor, a rectangular pale linden tea table carved with bas-relief roses with some stuff on it, a descending curved staircase and an arched glass-paned door.

Also here: Lady Elaejia, Master Aendir, Kippe, Riend, Loremaster Rohese, Magister Raelee, Lady Arenglae, Drazaa, Arena Contender Kayse, Rivienne, Lord Kothos, Dame Dirra, Lucraine, Lord Teveriel, Corlandith, Adalfuns, Imrys, Lucrecea, Lady Luxelle, High Lord Aetheri, Miss Lissaya, Lady Cylnthia, Lord Daevian, Great Lady Traiva, Jossarian, Sir Cryheart

Elaejia places her hand on her slim ring.

Elaejia turns a slim ring of klys leaf-chased gold over in her fingers, causing a glimmer of light to play over its surface. When the light fades away, she is now holding a slim ring of vaalin-cradled aragless instead.

Speaking softly to Aendir, Elaejia concludes, "With a band of glass, a symbol of eternity - its fragile form an implicit trust that I shall protect the bond we make this day. I vow to walk by your side on our journey, until the final twilight sets the sun on all things."

Elaejia offers Aendir a slim ring of vaalin-cradled aragless.

Rohese sighs wistfully.

Aendir offers Elaejia a slim band of vaalin-cradled aragless.

Aendir accepts Elaejia's slim ring.

Elaejia accepts Aendir's slim band.

Elaejia slowly twists her slim band onto her left ring finger, sliding it easily over the knuckle and settling it into place.

Aendir slowly twists his slim ring onto his left ring finger, sliding it easily over the knuckle and settling it into place.

Aendir gives Elaejia a lingering kiss.

Elaejia gives Aendir a lingering kiss.

Rivienne places a hand over her heart.

Lucrecea applauds with enthusiasm, seemingly oblivious to her surroundings.

(Cylnthia sighs wistfully, the smile still lingering on her lips.)

Rohese applauds with enthusiasm, seemingly oblivious to her surroundings.

Aendir gazes fondly at Elaejia.

Arenglae applauds politely.

Corlandith applauds.

Cylnthia applauds politely.

Cryheart says, "Well met."

Lucrecea says, "Congratulations, Lord and Lady Silithyr."

Rohese dreamily sighs, "So lovely."

Raelee glances between Aendir and Elaejia.

(Aendir turns toward the gathered assemblage, drawing Elaejia close to his side with an arm around her waist. She clasps his free hand, reaching up and tucking an errand strand of his hair behind his ear.)

Aendir sincerely says, "We thank you all for joining us here today. Your presence is a gift, and an affirmation that fate is not deterred by whispers nor bound by custom. Our flame will not be extinguished, and your support will ever remind us of the promises we made today."

Aendir smiles at Elaejia.

Elaejia smiles up at Aendir with a nod and turns to face the gathering.

Elaejia warmly continues, "Now, we invite you all to join us in celebration. Let the joy be as abundant as the stars, and the warmth as rich as the bonds we all share."

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

Elaejia indicates a descending curved staircase as a possible option.

Kothos applauds Elaejia.

Aendir pulls Elaejia closer to himself.

Aendir gives Elaejia a lingering kiss.

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==Reception Feast & Gifts of Poesy==

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[Illithien Aerie, Astrapia Hall]
Marble pilasters bearing bas-reliefs of elven figures rise toward the arching ceiling above. A banquet table oversees the cleared space of the dance floor from a raised dais, while opposite stands a sideboard full of refreshments beneath a long mirror wrought in imflass filigree. Cushioned chairs, both around the table and along the far wall, offer ample seating. Warm sunlight streams in over the railing of an open balcony onto the dance floor, the lingering shadows kept at bay by gilded candelabra. '''You also see a lacquered black music box painted with silver spirals, a lacquered haon table inlaid with nacre songbirds with some stuff on it, a steeply domed and gilded wire birdcage shrouded in crimson velvet, a ring of tables topped with white candles and wine-dark naefira decorations''' and an ascending crystal walkway.
Also here: Lord Kothos, Dame Dirra, Lucraine, Loremaster Rohese, Lord Teveriel, Lady Arenglae, Rivienne, Lucrecea, Miss Lissaya, Jossarian, Lord Daevian
Obvious exits: west
Cryheart says, "I prepared."

Jossarian firmly says, "Not a one."

Aendir smiles at Cryheart.

Traiva coyly says, "I am sure Rohese found something in a tome."

Daevian says, "I don't know if I qualify as a poet."

Cryheart nods at Elaejia.

Speaking softly to Lissaya, Riend says, "I was hoping to make introductions before, but we may have a moment."

Cryheart says, "Just in case."

Speaking to Cryheart, Aendir asks, "Why don't you start us off, then?"

Lucrecea lightly says, "I believe Daevian was boasting of his writing prowess earlier."

Daevian removes an ebon parchment envelope from in his jacquard jacket.

Speaking slowly to Traiva, Rohese says, "Maybe."

Speaking to Lucrecea, Daevian asks, "Wait, what?"

Daevian laughs!

Cryheart bows to Aendir.

A fiery chorus spills from the lacquered music box with a sharp and captivating staccato rhythm.

Speaking to Riend, Kippe reminds, "Poet."

Cryheart bows to Elaejia.

Rolling her eyes and tossing her head back, Lucrecea titters loudly, then abruptly quiets, immediately shifting to a calm, composed demeanor.

Elaejia laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.

Cryheart says, "I am usually short to the point like dueling."

Speaking to Lissaya, Riend introduces, "Miss Lissaya, this is Kippe... and well," She turns to Kippe and offers an encouraging smile. "Kippe, this is Miss Lissaya."

Speaking to Cryheart, Dirra says, "No one tell Sir Mires, he will have me attempting poetic renditions of recent battles."

Aendir says, "I appreciate that."

Cryheart slowly empties his lungs.

Cryheart recites:

"Love is the warmest feeling
That enters and stays the heart
It is the seal of a bonding
Between two partners who are nae apart."

Cryheart bows.

Aendir applauds.

Speaking quietly to Kippe, Lissaya says, "It's a pleasure to formally make your acquaintance."

Cryheart says, "Thank ye."

Rising and falling with dramatic flair, the music pouring from the lacquered music box sweeps through the area like a tidal surge.

(Elaejia applauds carefully around her champagne flute.)

Cryheart says, "When courting a lady of the court, I hae hae practice."

Speaking to Imrys, Drazaa asks, "Do you see this thing?"

Drazaa glances at a lacquered black music box painted with silver spirals.

Daevian mentions, "Mine has artwork with it."

Speaking amusedly to Kippe, Lissaya says, "Yes and no, I'm sure."

Imrys grins at Drazaa.

Teveriel appears to be struggling to keep a straight face as he glances at Daevian.

Aendir curiously asks, "Did anyone else have any poetry to share?"

Speaking to Elaejia, Daevian says, "I didn't know we would be reading them in front of everyone."

Speaking to Daevian, Jossarian says, "Copycat."

Elaejia laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement from Daevian.

Daevian smirks at Jossarian.

(Rohese tentatively raises her hand.)

Rohese wrinkles her nose.

Aendir nods at Rohese.

Speaking to Aendir, Luxelle asks, "Or a song?"

Aendir says, "Please - go ahead."

Speaking to Rohese, Kothos says, "Ah, this one I have looked forward to."

Speaking innocently to Daevian, Traiva says, "I promise not to hound you for a performance."

Aendir asks, "Lady Bayvel - what have you got for us?"

Daevian asks, "Oh, am I interrupting Rohese?"

Daevian laughs!

Rohese softly says, "This is a poem entitled, "What is Love?"."

Elaejia turns an inquisitive ear toward Rohese.

Rohese recites softly:

"He asked me, 'Lady, what is love?'
And I replied 'My sweet,
It's knowing when to take her hand
And when your eyes should meet.'"

Rohese closes her eyes for a moment.

A fiery chorus spills from the lacquered music box with a sharp and captivating staccato rhythm.

Rohese recites softly:

"'It's knowing when to whisper words
That reach across the ages
And echo all the passion spent
On yesteryear's pages.'"

Rohese recites softly:

"'It's gently finding out about
The things that make her cry,
And earning all her trust in you
By never asking why...'"

(Elaejia takes Aendir's hand in hers.)

Rohese lowers her gaze.

Rohese recites softly:

"'...she takes your love for granted
Though you give it with your heart
Then find it torn to pieces
By a poisoned verbal dart.'"

Rohese bites her lip.

Rohese recites softly:

"'It's giving without taking
Though your need is hard to bear
And selfish, bitter frailty
Demand you have your share...'"

Rohese recites softly:

"'...of tenderness and caring.
So you see, it's quite a prize.
Now my gentle lover,
Help me see it through your eyes.'"

Melting into low tones, the lacquered music box purrs out a sensual bridge of smoldering, smoky notes.

Rohese recites softly:

"He sat in thoughtful silence
Reflecting what I'd said,
Then, with a smile that caught my heart
He raised his glorious head."

Rohese recites softly:

"'Lady, what you've described to me,
The essence of the flame,
For though a man, I realize
My needs are just the same.'"

Rohese lets out a long, contemplative breath.

Rohese softly says, "And I took the liberty of writing it out as a gift for you both."

Rohese removes a glossy bright green envelope from in her velvet stole.

Lucraine applauds Rohese.

Rohese offers Elaejia a glossy bright green envelope.

Lissaya applauds warmly.

Elaejia gazes fondly at Rohese.

Rohese bashfully says, "Thank you."

Aendir appreciatively says, "Thank you very much. A lovely gift, we will cherish it."

Speaking warmly to Rohese, Elaejia says, "That was so deeply beautiful, thank you Rohese."

Speaking to Rohese, Daevian says, "I wish I did not have to follow that."

Speaking to Aendir, Elaejia asks, "Will you please keep this for us?"

Aendir says, "If any of you preferred to write yours out, or send it later - please don't feel obligated."

Daevian tears open his parchment envelope and pulls a piece of white paper from within.

(Daevian moves out to the center of the crowd and clears his throat.)

Daevian takes a drink from his jasmine-infused wine.

Daevian looks rather relaxed.

Teveriel gazes with interest at Daevian.

Jossarian settles his gaze on Daevian, watching him intently.

Speaking to Rohese, Daevian says, "Cover your ears, love."

Rohese laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.

Aendir laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.

Elaejia amusedly murmurs, "Oh, no."

Rohese covers her ears.

Rohese wrinkles her nose.

Daevian recites:

"In the quiet dark
Gentle touch of hearts entwined
Ends with tangled sheets"

Daevian nods once.

Jossarian grins slowly.

Kothos looks thoughtfully at Rohese.

Speaking to Elaejia, Daevian says, "There's drawings."

Daevian offers Elaejia a piece of white paper.

Rolling her eyes and tossing her head back, Lucrecea titters loudly, then abruptly quiets, immediately shifting to a calm, composed demeanor.

Elaejia accepts Daevian's white paper.

Cylnthia says, "That... was brilliant."

Rohese giggles to herself.

Speaking to Daevian, Aendir says, "You rascal."

Elaejia laughs with delight, her eyes full of merriment.

Speaking to Daevian, Elaejia compliments, "Wonderous."

Daevian says, "I spent two hours on that."

Elaejia offers Aendir a piece of white paper.

Aendir accepts Elaejia's white paper.

Aendir put a piece of white paper in his snowy white coat.

A sultry, syncopated melody flows from the lacquered music box, the notes weaving through the air with passionate intensity.

(Luxelle faces the newlyweds.)

Luxelle sits down.

Aendir smiles at Luxelle.

Luxelle says, "With this song, I offer music for your vows, for our vows; for the vows of lovers every-when."

(Aendir squeezes Elaejia's hand gently in his.)

Luxelle gives Aetheri a loving gaze, and the two smile at each other widely.

Aetheri gives Luxelle a loving gaze, and the two smile at each other widely.

Sweet tones ring in the air as the glowbark harp responds to Luxelle's tender touch. She closes her eyes and seems to be listening with a soft smile.

Jossarian gazes with interest at Luxelle.

Luxelle stills her body as she prepares to play a slow tune on her harp. She takes a quiet breath, then begins the introduction with gentle ease.

(Luxelle's fingers pluck out a moving pattern of triplets in the introduction. She takes her time through the entire chord progression. The song plays slowly as each chord changes in a favored slow ballad style, until two minor chords in a row demand all the attention ... and the song lingers there for a moment. The chord progression resolves skillfully and she stills the vibrating strings. Her voice rings in the air for the pickup as the verse begins.)

Masterfully, Luxelle draws every nuance out of each slow note, layering melody and harmony in a slow pyramid of tones that sends goosebumps over your skin.

Luxelle sings romantically:

"Give me your hand"

Luxelle softly says, "Once."

Luxelle sings:

"Give me your heart....
Forever!"

Elaejia gazes fondly at Aendir.

Luxelle gradually increases the intensity but not the speed of the tune she plays on her harp, using fluid arpeggiation in Mixolydian mode.

Luxelle sings:

"These are the words,
I've longed to hear,
All alone in the dark."

Elaejia takes a drink from her pale gold champagne.

Aendir gazes fondly at Elaejia.

(Luxelle glances hopefully across those gathered tonight. Continuing to pluck out the same triplet rhythm of the chord progression, the melody turns simpler as she sings right on the beat.)

The melody takes on a sweet languor as Luxelle's fingers easily caress the strings of her glowbark harp.

Luxelle sings:

"' Every dream comes
True with you,
How can I doubt my heart?"

Luxelle smiles and nods. The song segues back to the original style, the harp resolving chords as she sings for a charming close to the verse:

Luxelle sings:

"Here is my hand,
Here is my life,
Here is my heart."

The slow paced pastorale Luxelle coaxes from her harp is very expressive with contrapuntal bass line and contrasting fortissimo passages.

The languid composition falling from Luxelle's gentle fingers as they caress her harp bestows a musical blessing upon her surroundings.

(Luxelle sways softly with the song, moving right into the next verse.)

Luxelle sings:

"Here is my hand"

Luxelle softly says, "This once."

Luxelle sings:

"Here is my heart...
Forever!"

Luxelle sings:

"These are my words
I offer you, Dear,
With love's very spark...!"

Like sparkling droplets falling in a pond, a liquid run of notes drips from Luxelle's glowbark harp in descending triplets.

Luxelle sings:

"' Looking deep
Within your eyes,
I feel a pulsing spark..."

As Luxelle lightly accompanies the melody on her glowbark harp with gentle arpeggios, the tune becomes ever more lyrical, with a captivating charm.

Elaejia gazes admiringly at Luxelle.

Luxelle sings:

"Please take my hand,
Let's start our life,
Oh, here is my heart."

(Luxelle's harp moves into key transitional chords and pauses unexpectedly. Her voice rings out, a capella, in a perfect new, higher key.)

Luxelle brushes her fingers over the strings, modulating softly from chord to chord as if playing to herself.

Luxelle sings:

"Let's share our love
Now..."

Luxelle plucks a quiet song on her glowbark harp with ease and subtlety; the musical nuances appealingly intimate.

Luxelle sings:

"And build a dream,
Unending!"

Luxelle sings:

"Be still my pulse,
Pounding within,
Oh, here is my heart...!"

Masterfully, Luxelle draws every nuance out of each slow note, layering melody and harmony in a slow pyramid of tones that sends goosebumps over your skin.

Luxelle sings slowly:

"Let's join our hands."

Luxelle sings:

"Let's start our life,"

Daevian leans softly against Jossarian.

The strings of Luxelle's harp resonate long after the last sonorous chord is struck, her fingers lingering in the air. Finally Luxelle takes a deep breath and drops her hands as she looks up.

Luxelle closes her eyes for a moment.

Elaejia leans softly against Aendir.

Luxelle sings:

"Oh, Here is my heart...!"

Aendir holds Elaejia close in his arms as they dance.

Using both hands, Luxelle gracefully caresses the strings of the glowbark harp in a soft, ascending glissando. She finishes the run with a flourish of precisely plucked fifths that resonate in the air, leaving her hands to hover expectantly off the strings.

Luxelle curtsies with a slight tilt of her head, the shadows woven into her elesine gown unfurling like blooms of dusky umbra.

Elaejia applauds Luxelle warmly.

Aendir applauds Luxelle.

Speaking sincerely to Luxelle, Elaejia says, "Thank you so much, Lady Luxelle."

Aendir warmly says, "A delightful performance. We thank you so much."

Speaking warmly to Luxelle, Rohese says, "Wonderful, as always."

Luxelle leans on Aetheri, resting her head against his shoulder.

Luxelle says, "Thank you all."

Speaking to Luxelle, Lucraine says, "Bravo."

Speaking to Aendir, Kothos says, "I have something, when there is a moment to share."

Speaking to Luxelle, Elaejia says, "It is truly an honor to have heard your artistry today."

Luxelle says, "It is my honor."

Speaking to Kothos, Aendir says, "We would be honored to hear you, Brother Kothos."

Speaking to Luxelle, Elaejia adds, "And your harp is beautiful."

With military precision, Daevian turns sharply on his heel to face Kothos.

Speaking to Aendir, Kothos says, "I must admit, I had this written prior to receiving your invitation."

Speaking to Aendir, Kothos says, "But when I read your request, and Lady Elaejia's, I felt it would be a proper match for both of you, in its own way."

(Kothos strides out towards the couple, facing them as well as turning into a beam of sunlight from a nearby window.)

Speaking amusedly to Kothos, Aendir says, "We are honored to hear you speak, it never needed to be devoted to us."

Kothos says, "I speak at length, as some of you have noted. And thank you for the opportunity to share."

Kothos says, "I call this Origins."

Aendir smiles at Kothos.

Kothos recites:

"In the cyclic cosmic womb, light was born of dust,
A spark that set the universe into tilted flight,
Creating strata in what had been dark, as light must,
A radiant pulse that spread the heavens alight."

Elaejia smiles at Kothos.

Kothos recites:

"From stars, it spilled in streams of rivered gold,
Igniting skies with mountains of flame that never tire,
A symphony, the beating heart of suns young and old,
A universe a skein, composed of light and fire."

A sultry, syncopated melody flows from the lacquered music box, the notes weaving through the air with passionate intensity.

Kothos recites:

"It bends through space, a dance with gravity's will,
A wave that whispers of infinity in its glow,
Yet still, it falls on our faces, soft and still,
A quiet touch for all its awe, that we see and know."

Aendir closes his eyes for a moment.

Kothos smiles quietly to himself.

Kothos recites:

"For light and love transcends those stars and hoary ether.
An unfurled thread, an astral unbound endeavor."

Kothos smiles.

Aendir gazes fondly at Kothos.

Speaking to Elaejia, Kothos says, "I wish you both all happiness and explorations to come."

Daevian applauds Kothos.

Kippe smiles quietly to himself.

Lucrecea smiles at Kothos.

Imrys applauds Kothos.

Jossarian comments, "That is lovely."

Speaking to Kothos, Aendir asks, "That was exquisite. Who knew you had such a florid vocabulary?"

Kothos says, "Thank you. It is earnestly meant for the happy couple."

Aendir gazes in amusement at Kothos.

Aendir humbly says, "We are honored by all of you and overwhelmed by your support. It is quite beautiful."

Speaking to Kothos, Elaejia murmurs, "Your inclinations proved true, it is a wonderful verse with many depths."

Speaking to Cylnthia, Aendir says, "Please, if you had something to share - feel free."

Kothos says, "You are trying to make me blush, all of you."

Cylnthia smiles.

Kothos says, "And while a valiant effort, blushes are mine to give."

(Cylnthia wanders out towards the middle of the gathering, gazing on to Aendir and Elaejia with a warm smile.)

Elaejia gazes with interest at Cylnthia.

The lacquered music box releases a swaying, rhythmic tune crackling with magnetic energy.

Cylnthia says, "This is to our wonderful couple, and to all those who may find themselves in a... similar... position."

Cylnthia recites:

"In winter's hush, where silence reigns
Two hearts entwined, like branches bare,
Find warmth in whispers, a tender prayer.
The world outside, a canvas cold,
Yet in their eyes, a fire unfolds.
With every flake that dances down,
Love blooms anew, in frost's soft gown."

Cylnthia recites:

"Hand in hand, they chase the gray
Each breath a cloud, each laugh a spark.
In cozy nooks, by candlelight,
Their love ignites the winter night."

Cylnthia recites:

"So, let the snowflakes fall and swirl,
For in this season, hearts unfurl,
In winter's grasp, they've finally found their way,
A love that blooms, come what may!"

Cylnthia raises her sassafras root beer in a toast!

Imrys applauds Cylnthia.

Aendir applauds Cylnthia.

Cylnthia says, "I'm so proud of you two."

Aendir gazes fondly at Cylnthia.

(Cylnthia steps back into the crowd, a slight blush on her cheeks.)

(Dirra nervously steps forward, dropping into a familiar curtsy.)

Speaking softly to Cylnthia, Rohese praises, "Lovely!"

Elaejia smiles at Cylnthia.

Speaking to Cylnthia, Aendir says, "You have been our friend for many years - and hopefully one for many years to come. We are honored you joined us, and honored by your words."

Dirra says, "Never been a poet but did my best."

Speaking lightly to Cylnthia, Elaejia notes, "Another appreciator of winter's beauty."

Dirra blushes a nice shade of rosy pink.

Dirra recites:

"Love is the heart s most precious light
A spark that shines through darkest night
It s not in gold, nor fame, nor land
But in the touch of a gentle hand."

Rising and falling with dramatic flair, the music pouring from the lacquered music box sweeps through the area like a tidal surge.

Aendir smiles at Dirra.

Speaking to Elaejia, Cylnthia says, "Tis har not to appreciate winter, when love comes in bloom during it."

Dirra recites:

"It builds a bridge where walls once stood
A bond that heals, a force for good
Its value grows beyond measures span
It s found in kindness, heart, and plan."

Dirra recites:

"Love is the gift that time will prove
A bond that only grows and moves
In every step, together, we ll find
A life of joy, forever intertwined."

Dirra says, "Congratulations and I recorded this for you."

Aendir applauds Dirra.

Imrys applauds Dirra.

Daevian applauds Dirra.

Speaking respectfully to Dirra, Elaejia says, "Dame, you underestimate yourself, that is a lovely verse."

(Dirra steps back.)

Aendir says, "Very lovely words, Dirra. We will treasure your words for all our time."

Kothos says, "I did not think to write mine down, but I can send it to you both, if you wish to have it in print."

Speaking to Kothos, Aendir says, "That would be lovely."

Kothos says, "Of coruse."

Elaejia lightly says, "Aendir's first duty, the custodian of all these wonderful gifts."

Kothos says, "Of course, even."

A fiery chorus spills from the lacquered music box with a sharp and captivating staccato rhythm.

Cylnthia grins at Elaejia.

Dirra says, "Thank you both for allowing me to bew present."

Rising and falling with dramatic flair, the music pouring from the lacquered music box sweeps through the area like a tidal surge.

Speaking to Aetheri, Aendir asks, "Did you have something to share with us?"

Aendir politely says, "Please. We would love to hear your words."

Aetheri says, "Well, I cannot hope to top my wife's performance, as I am not as accomplished a musician as she. I am more of an amateur."

Daevian selects a jade-rimmed oak thimble from a tray on the sideboard and pours himself a small measure of heather honey brandy from a decanter.

Daevian offers Jossarian a thimble of heather honey brandy.

A fiery chorus spills from the lacquered music box with a sharp and captivating staccato rhythm.

Jossarian accepts Daevian's heather honey brandy.

Aetheri says, "However, this song was once a love song of my people. So I'd like to share it with you."

Aetheri rubs his harp pin. A pale mist swirls sinuously down his arm and coalesces into the form of a spectral harp in his left hand.

Luxelle beams at Aetheri in admiration and with a loving gaze.

Aetheri stills his body as he prepares to play a slow tune on his harp. He takes a quiet breath, then begins the introduction with gentle ease.

Aendir pleasedly says, "We would be honored to hear you sing it, old friend."

Aetheri sings:

"This is where I lived,
When I was so many people ago...
This is where I lived,
Way back when I had a home.
And I can't say,
If this is where we are meant to stay.
But I will lay here by your side,
If you promise me it remains, this way."

Aetheri sings:

"Ebb and flow,
Now time is slow.
Wrap me up,
And never let go.
Drink and taste,
My time and space,
And know."

Aetheri's slow rendition on his spectral harp is at once both authentic and original as he adds ornamentation in keeping with the piece's natural style.

Aetheri sings:

"The heat on my face,
Means I don't have to open my eyes.
The heat on my face
From the sun that begins to rise.
And I can't say,
That this is how bodies were meant to pray.
But I will sing the hymn with you,
Hoping for a chorus from far away."

Elaejia holds her breath.

Aetheri sings:

"Rivers flow,
All we shall know...
Hold me close
And never let go
Drink and taste
This time and place
Just so
Just so..."

The melody takes on a sweet languor as Aetheri's fingers easily caress the strings of his spectral harp.

Aetheri sings:

"The night rushes in,
And the dark wind may take you from me.
The night rushes in,
With reasons that we can't be.
And I can't say,
Who I will be when I'm old and gray.
But my heart will hum harmonies,
Singing to the music we made today."

Aetheri places his fingers deliberately on the strings of his spectral harp, ensuring that each sonorous chord rings clear and true.

Aetheri sings:

"As we grow,
Sunset draws low.
There are lifetimes
For us to know.
Drink and taste,
One love's embrace,
Aglow"

The strings of Aetheri's harp resonate long after the last sonorous chord is struck, his fingers lingering in the air. Finally Aetheri takes a deep breath and drops his hands as he looks up.

Luxelle beams at Aetheri in admiration and with a loving gaze.

Imrys applauds Aetheri.

Luxelle praises Aetheri, expounding upon his fine features and excellent characteristics.

Rohese applauds Aetheri warmly.

Cylnthia applauds Aetheri warmly.

Speaking to Aetheri, Aendir says, "Thank you for sharing such a lovely piece of history with us, Aetheri."

Aetheri exclaims, "Thank you, and congratulations to the both of you! I wish you many centuries of bliss!"

Speaking to Aetheri, Luxelle says, "I think I fell in love with you the moment I heard that song. How fitting."

Speaking to Aetheri, Aendir says, "It's been an honor being your friend throughout the years."

Speaking to Luxelle, Aendir says, "I could see that."

Speaking to Aendir, Aetheri says, "The honor is all mine, my friend."

Speaking softly to Aetheri, Elaejia says, "What a gracious gift to share today, thank you Lord Aetheri."

Speaking to Jossarian, Daevian murmurs, "He did not say it was an honor to know me after my poem."

Lifting up her smoky glass snifter, Lissaya takes a measured drink of the rum inside.

CS: +300 - TD: +300 + CvA: +25 + d100: +56 - +10 == +71

Warded off!

Lissaya glances at a thorn-framed smoky glass snifter in her hand.

Daevian gives a sidelong glance at Lissaya.

Elaejia fidgets, glancing at Lissaya.

Aendir asks, "Did anyone else have anything they wanted to share?"

Aetheri exclaims, "You are most welcome!"

Rohese gazes in amusement at Daevian.

Jossarian gazes in amusement at Daevian.

Lucrecea says, "I have something."

Melting into low tones, the lacquered music box purrs out a sensual bridge of smoldering, smoky notes.

Elaejia whispers something to Aendir.

You quietly say, "I have something small to share."

Elaejia gazes fondly at Lucrecea.

Cylnthia smiles at you.

Aendir nods at Lucrecea.

Lucrecea removes a wing-shaped wine red declaration from in her ivory parchment envelope.

Lucrecea clears her throat.

Lucrecea lightly says, "When others speak of love.."

Lucrecea recites indolently:

"When others speak of love,
they do so tenderly,
with hushed and reverent awe."

Rohese cocks her head at Lucrecea.

Lucrecea smiles.

Lucrecea recites dismissively:

"Such docile platitudes
will never match its flame,
its ferocity,
its unyielding and
uncompromising resolve."

Lucrecea holds her hand out in front of her, gazing at her elegant fingers decorated in a darkened pewter signet ring. Lucrecea lifts a bored gaze to her surroundings.

Lucrecea recites boldly:

"Wash away these pleasantries
for the truth beneath,
lest you lose yourselves
to their benign banality."

Lucrecea glances between Aendir and Elaejia.

Lucrecea recites ardently:

"Seize your love
and your shared love,
and raise a tempest
to drive out those who dare
to tame it,
to subjugate it,
to break its very spirit."

Lucrecea nods once.

Lucrecea smiles.

Lucrecea put a wing-shaped wine red declaration in her ivory parchment envelope.

Elaejia slowly empties her lungs.

Lucrecea offers Elaejia a heavy ivory parchment envelope.

Aendir applauds Lucrecea.

Lucrecea lightly says, "A copy for you both."

Lissaya applauds Lucrecea.

Speaking to Lucrecea, Elaejia breathes, "Wonderful, Lady Ruin."

Speaking admiringly to Lucrecea, Rohese says, "So powerful."

Aendir blissfully says, "You all have really outdone yourselves with this. It's been an honor."

Speaking to Lucrecea, Arenglae whispers aloud, "I rather liked that one."

Speaking to Lucrecea, Aendir says, "Thank you for your words, Lady Ruin."

Lucrecea says, "I am gladdened to hear that."

Elaejia warns, "I may have to compile all these masterworks for publication."

Cylnthia beams happily at Elaejia!

Speaking curiously to Raelee, Aendir asks, "Magister - did you have anything you brought to share with us?"

Speaking to Elaejia, Daevian says, "Maybe leave mine out."

Jossarian begins chuckling at Daevian!

Elaejia laughs!

Aendir laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.

Speaking carefully to Aendir, Raelee says, "I could... speak on the subject, briefly."

Speaking pointedly to Aendir, Raelee says, "Not in verse, however."

Speaking warmly to Raelee, Aendir says, "Please. We would be honored to hear your thoughts and words."

The lacquered music box releases a swaying, rhythmic tune crackling with magnetic energy.

Raelee tersely says, "Fine."

Aendir smiles at Raelee.

Raelee carefully says, "This is a subject I have researched before."

Kayse takes a moment to observe Raelee.

Raelee says, "There is very little academic consensus, but there is some alignment in philosophy regardless of the cultural origin."

Raelee states, "Historically philosophers identified six forms of love: familial,, friendly or platonic, romantic, self, guest, and divine or unconditional love."

Rising and falling with dramatic flair, the music pouring from the lacquered music box sweeps through the area like a tidal surge.

Elaejia looks thoughtfully at Raelee.

Raelee carefully continues, "As we are to focus upon the romantic love on an occasion such as this..."

Raelee continues, "Love can be defined as a complex psychological state involving emotional, cognitive, and behavioral components. Each of the aforementioned varieties is associated with distinct physiological responses."

Raelee explains, "Romantic love, in particular, is characterized by intense attraction, attachment, and affection toward another person. Clinically, it involves psychological, and behavioral components that influence mortal bonding and reproduction."

The tune swelling from the lacquered music box pulses theatrically with sharp turns and sweeping crescendos.

Raelee continues, "If is often characterized by frequent and focused thoughts, emotional dependence, physiological arousal, and attachment with long-term bonding. It shares some components with other varieties of dependence, thus leaving the individual with a euphoric state or distress when the love is unavailable."

Rolling her eyes and tossing her head back, Lucrecea titters loudly, then abruptly quiets, immediately shifting to a calm, composed demeanor.

Rohese looks thoughtfully at Raelee.

Lucrecea smiles demurely.

Raelee carefully adds, "That is... what love is, particularly romantic, if I am to oversimplify the research on the subject."

Speaking to Aendir, Raelee asks, "That will suffice, yes?"

Elaejia gives a sidelong glance at Aendir.

Raelee glances uneasily around the room.

Kothos smiles at Raelee.

Melting into low tones, the lacquered music box purrs out a sensual bridge of smoldering, smoky notes.

Speaking to Raelee, Aendir says, "I think that will suffice, yes. That was a rather thorough description and background."

Speaking to Raelee, Kothos says, "A most thorough examination, my friend."

Speaking amusedly to Raelee, Rohese acknowledges, "Euphoria or distress does sum it up quite nicely."

Speaking to Kothos, Raelee says, "That was not actually thorough at all, but a very brief summary."

Aendir laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.

Speaking to Raelee, Aendir asks, "Perhaps we ought to have a class on it, someday?"

Speaking to Raelee, Kothos says, "You make it sound like part of love is addiction."

Riend applauds Raelee.

Speaking pleasantly to Raelee, Elaejia says, "I would be interested to read the rest of your notes, on the other five types."

Speaking to Aendir, Raelee says, "... so long as I am not your scheduled lecturer."

Melting into low tones, the lacquered music box purrs out a sensual bridge of smoldering, smoky notes.

Speaking to Elaejia, Raelee says, "So noted."

Speaking pleasedly to Raelee, Aendir asks, "Perhaps our source material?"

Speaking to Rohese, Elaejia murmurs, "You have another potential speaker I think."

Speaking to Kothos, Raelee says, "There are many shared components, physiologically speaking."

Speaking to Daevian, Kothos asks, "Perhaps. But wouldn't that sensation apply to nearly any sort of emotional intensity?"

Speaking to Rivienne, Aendir asks, "Did you have anything you wanted to share with us, Miss Rivienne?"

Speaking cautiously to Aendir, Raelee says, "... perhaps."

Speaking softly to Elaejia, Rohese says, "Duly noted."

You raise your hand.

Rivienne nods at Aendir.

Rivienne says, "Indeed, I do."

Speaking warmly to Rivienne, Aendir says, "Please. We would love to hear you."

Speaking softly to you, Elaejia says, "And you, Yunni, after Lady Rivienne."

Speaking to Rohese, Raelee replies, "... I would prefer to speak upon algebra, perhaps."

You grin sheepishly at Elaejia.

Speaking to Raelee, Kothos says, "Perhaps you and I can have a dialogue, for our rather...disparate thoughts upon it."

Lucrecea says, "Excuse me a moment."

Speaking softly to Raelee, Rohese teases, "I'll be in touch about a date for your next library lecture then."

'''Rivienne begins, "Love begins in deep shades, a question half-spun, an indigo veil over what may become."'''

'''Rivienne airily says, "It clings to the silence, unsure in its hue, a longing unspoken, a storm-darkened blue."'''

'''Rivienne lightly says, "Yet love, when it strengthens, turns lilac and bright, unfurling through laughter, through soft golden light."'''

'''Rivienne whispers aloud, "It softens in lavender, like breath upon skin, a whisper of promise, the dawn breaking in."'''

Rohese looks thoughtfully at Rivienne.

Jossarian whispers something to Elaejia.

Rising and falling with dramatic flair, the music pouring from the lacquered music box sweeps through the area like a tidal surge.

Elaejia smiles at Jossarian.

'''Rivienne gently says, "Through heartache it lingers, through doubt it will stay, a bruise that can deepen but won't fade away."'''

Rohese nods faintly.

'''Rivienne reverently says, "At last, it is amethyst, steady, serene, no longer a question, no longer between."'''

'''Rivienne soothingly says, "Not fire, not fleeting, nor bound to obey, love is a jewel-tone that never betrays."'''

Rohese gazes thoughtfully at her kelyn ring.

Rising and falling with dramatic flair, the music pouring from the lacquered music box sweeps through the area like a tidal surge.

'''Rivienne takes a drink from her pale gold champagne.'''

Aendir applauds Rivienne.

Lissaya applauds Rivienne warmly.

Jossarian nods approvingly at Rivienne.

Luxelle praises Rivienne, expounding upon her fine features and excellent characteristics.

Kothos says, "You should set that to music, at some point. You have the rhythm for it already."

Rivienne smiles.

Aendir wistfully says, "Truly liquid poetry. We're honored by your words. Thank you, Rivienne."

Rohese softly says, "You should."

Speaking to Kothos, Elaejia agrees, "Most assuredly."

Rivienne says, "Of course."

You take a drink from your green sylath cocktail. Effervescent white wine has been infused with the absinthe-like sylath, the flavors of wormwood and anise tempered by the earthiness of subtly sweet sylthiel.

You feel tension draining away, giving way to a very relaxed state.

Rising and falling with dramatic flair, the music pouring from the lacquered music box sweeps through the area like a tidal surge.

Speaking lightly to you, Elaejia asks, "Have you made ready?"

Aendir says, "I would be hard pressed to pick a favorite, tonight. You've all outdone yourselves."

Kippe agrees with Aendir.

Aendir cocks his head at you.

You nod slowly.

Rohese smiles at you.

You clear your throat.

Cylnthia gazes with interest at you.

Lucraine whispers, "You got this."

You recite softly:

"That which loves unconditionally is unconditionally loved.
If you believe yourself unloved you have terms and conditions.
I love all conditions and place none on you.
I am unconditional love."

You gaze heavenward.

Aendir smiles at you.

Lissaya quietly agrees, "Conditions are bad."

Elaejia gazes fondly at you.

Lissaya applauds you.

Luxelle nods once.

Kothos applauds you.

Speaking to you, Aendir says, "One of the many reasons we love you, Yunni."

The lacquered music box releases a swaying, rhythmic tune crackling with magnetic energy.

You beam happily at Aendir!

Speaking softly to you, Rohese says, "You are a talented young lady and I wish you would share your thoughts more often."

Speaking to Lissaya, Daevian asks, "Certainly you do not struggle to catch eyes?"

Speaking to you, Aendir says, "Thank you for your kind words for us. We cherish your friendship."

Speaking thoughtfully to Daevian, Lissaya says, "No, not usually."

Speaking to Lissaya, Daevian asks, "People struggle to catch yours, then?"

Speaking softly to Rohese, you say, "I will work on sharing them more often."

Daevian flashes a quick grin at Lissaya.

Elaejia smiles at you.

Aendir asks, "Did anyone else have anything they wished to share?"

Speaking kindly to you, Rohese urges, "Please do."

A sultry, syncopated melody flows from the lacquered music box, the notes weaving through the air with passionate intensity.

Speaking to Lissaya, Aendir says, "Please, Lady Vaillancourt."

Lissaya recites quietly:

"Love is not a fleeting dream, but a force that reshapes the contours of the soul
It is the whispered promise in the dead of night, a gentle touch that soothes deepest fears."

Lissaya recites quietly:

"Love is not a sentimental trifle, but a primal energy that courses through the veins
It is the fire that fuels passions and desires, a safe haven in which one can be their true self."

Lissaya quietly concludes, "Love is the canvas on which they paint their lives."

Imrys applauds Lissaya.

Kayse applauds Lissaya.

Aendir gazes fondly at Lissaya.

Aendir applauds Lissaya.

Speaking wistfully to Lissaya, Rohese sighs, "Beautiful."

The lacquered music box releases a swaying, rhythmic tune crackling with magnetic energy.

You applaud Lissaya warmly.

Elaejia smiles at Jossarian.

Speaking to Jossarian, Aendir asks, "Did you have something to share, Cousin?"

Jossarian says, "I surely do."

Aendir pleasedly says, "Please share it with us."

Jossarian begins, "To continue an observed theme..."

Jossarian recites slowly:

"In the darkness of the night
Ardent candles shine full bright"

Jossarian recites:

"Flick'ring beacons to the heart
Practicing the greatest art"

Jossarian recites:

"Not word nor painting can compare
To the soul's scintillant flare"

Jossarian recites simply:

"The flame of love sheds purest light
In the darkness of the night"

Jossarian walks toward Aendir.

Jossarian offers Aendir a foliage-branded bistre leather box.

Aendir accepts Jossarian's bistre leather box.

Speaking to Aendir, Jossarian says, "My cousin, my brother of the heart, my brother in deed."

Speaking warmly to Jossarian, Aendir says, "Thank you, brother. You honor us."

Speaking to Aendir, Jossarian says, "You'll find a written copy of that, which is a... butchering of a friend's verse."

Elaejia gazes in amusement at Jossarian.

Speaking to Aendir, Jossarian adds, "And, if you'd be so kind as to open it and find the other piece within, you may wish to share it."

Aendir amusedly says, "He says butchering - I say surgically precise."

Speaking to Kothos, Daevian says, "As I said, better than he claims."

Melting into low tones, the lacquered music box purrs out a sensual bridge of smoldering, smoky notes.

Speaking to Aendir, Kothos says, "I am pleased you are both so resolute, I think if I were the recipients of all this profound, sweet emotion I'd be a puddle on the tiles."

Speaking amusedly to Jossarian, Elaejia says, "My brother, as the true artist of the family, you are too humble."

Elaejia gives Jossarian a lingering kiss on the cheek.

Speaking to Kothos, Aendir says, "It is an honor to hear all of it, every last word."

Speaking to Elaejia, Daevian says, "I tell him that almost daily."

Aendir rustles around inside a foliage-branded bistre leather box and produces a blackened iron-framed painting embellished along one edge with crystalline stars.

Speaking to Daevian, Elaejia replies, "One day it might stick."

Kothos says, "Show it to us, please."

(Aendir lifts the painting for the room to observe. Surrounded by the mottled velvet of a night sky, where deep colors smear together in shadowed layers, two yellowed candles stand side by side. Though there remains a gap between them, their bases are joined in an uneven puddle of hardened wax. Each candle flame yearns toward the other, drawn together as though by an inexorable current of air, until their tapered tips merge and trail away in a warm and hazy ripple against the darkness.)

Traiva softly says, "How lovely."

Cylnthia agrees, "Gorgeous."

Speaking to Jossarian, Kothos says, "I love the brushstrokes illuminating the flames, and where they merge."

Jossarian places a hand over his heart.

Speaking quietly to Jossarian, Elaejia murmurs, "Thank you, love."

Dirra says, "Beautiful."

Speaking to Jossarian, Aendir says, "We will find an appropriately prominent place to display this. Thank you, truly."

Speaking to Jossarian, Daevian says, "Nearly as good as my drawing."

Speaking to Daevian, Jossarian agrees, "Nearly."

Rising and falling with dramatic flair, the music pouring from the lacquered music box sweeps through the area like a tidal surge.

Aendir fits his iron-set painting into his bistre leather box, carefully arranging tissue paper to cover the painting.

Aendir closes the lid of his black music box.

Jossarian gives Elaejia a lingering kiss on the cheek.

Lissaya asks, "The chalk one?"

Lissaya shifts her eyes to Daevian.

Daevian squints at Lissaya.

Speaking to Lissaya, Daevian whispers aloud, "We don't speak of the chalk drawing."

Speaking amusedly to Lissaya, Elaejia says, "Daevian's written poem was masterfully illustrated."

Rohese glances sternly at Daevian.

Daevian gives a sidelong glance at Rohese.

Aendir pleasedly says, "It has been an honor to share this day with you, and hear your words you've shared with us. Elaejia and I will remember this day for all our time in the lands, and treasure each unique friendship and bond we have with you."

Imrys glances between Aendir and Elaejia.

Kothos smiles at Elaejia.

Imrys smiles.

Aendir says, "Thank you again for coming."

Elaejia warmly adds, "My heart and mind are full with the artistry you've all shared so generously today."

Speaking kindly to Jossarian, Riend says, "You have a unique brushstroke, it adds a beautiful touch the the composition you have created here."

Speaking to Imrys, Riend says, "You have saved me a good deal of embarassment."

Kothos says, "Your passions and love are surely as immortal as the verse and visuals, that your friends have shared."

Aendir says, "Now drink! And be merry."

Dirra says, "An honour to have shared this with you both."

Traiva warmly says, "It was a pleasure to share this day with you both."

Daevian says, "I am pleased that you two have finally wed."

Traiva says, "And with so many mutual friends."

Rohese softly says, "It was an honour, thank you."

Kothos says, "Thank you, for inviting us to offer testimony, to you both, and to the cause for the celebration."

Speaking to Riend, Aendir says, "If you had something to share, Riend, please do."

Speaking to Jossarian, Daevian whispers aloud, "Less pleased that now the attention will turn to us starting tomorrow."

Riend blinks at Aendir.

Daevian kisses Elaejia tenderly, first on one cheek, then the other.

Riend awkwardly says, "I-I... that is, I thought Imrys might have had something and she should... really go first."

Speaking to Riend, Aendir says, "Kippe says you have something to share."

Speaking to Riend, Traiva mouths, "What are friends for?"

Speaking to Imrys, Aendir says, "And you aren't off the hook, either."

Kippe awkwardly explains, "I... yes, I did say that."

Imrys recites softly:

"Hearts lucky to find
A love that shines so brightly
Hands entwined, now one"

Rohese smiles at Imrys.

Imrys warmly wishes, "May love and luck be always yours."

Aendir applauds Imrys.

Imrys offers Elaejia a charcoal-drawn box covered with arboreal silhouettes.

Speaking quietly to Traiva, Riend mumbles, "I am considering a few new things for them in this particular case."

Speaking to Imrys, Elaejia murmurs, "Lady Kylling, thank you."

Speaking to Imrys, Aendir says, "Thank you, Lady Kylling. We were so glad you could share this day with us."

Cylnthia nods encouragingly at Riend.

Riend says, "This is for the two of you, and it speaks of the strength of love's bond."

Riend recites softly:

"No fleeting thought, nor restless tide,
Can shape the bond that love bestows,
For in its depth, the heart finds rest,
As steady as the river flows."

Riend recites softly:

"Through tempests wild and wayward chance,
It bends but never breaks apart,
No spoken vow nor fleeting glance
Could bind it stronger than the heart."

Aendir smiles.

Riend recites softly:

"It grows in silence, soft yet sure,
Unshaken by the winds of time,
A flame that trials shall endure,
Untouched by reason's measured rhyme."

Aendir closes his eyes for a moment.

Kippe gazes at Riend.

(Elaejia enfolds Aendir's hand within hers, listening.)

Riend gives a sidelong glance at Kippe.

Riend recites softly:

"So let the world its course pursue,
Let seasons change, let time depart,
For love remains, both firm and true,
A refuge for the faithful heart."

Riend idly creases her parchment.

Rohese lets out a long, contemplative breath.

Rohese applauds Riend warmly.

Speaking wistfully to Riend, Rohese says, "Beautiful."

Speaking to Elaejia, Aendir says, "We will have to make a book of all this lovely poetry."

Speaking to Aendir, Elaejia agrees, "Indeed, I can think of no finer keepsake."

Speaking pleasedly to Riend, Aendir says, "Thank you for sharing your words, Riend. They were beautiful, and you honor us greatly."

Speaking sincerely to Riend, Elaejia says, "Thank you, Lady Riend. I know our acquaintance is new, but I look forward to the years we have ahead to build one of the Magister's other types of love."
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==Farewells & Blessings==
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Aendir pleasedly says, "I am overwhelmed by the love and support of you all. This has been a beautiful day."

Speaking warmly to Aendir, Riend wishes, "The bond you both share is something beautiful, and may it last through all the seasons of your lives."

Kothos sincerely says, "We are grateful for the chance to celebrate with you."

Speaking to Elaejia, Riend says, "I would very much like that."

Speaking to Aendir, Riend agrees, "As do we all."

Aendir raises his voice at Daevian in merry laughter.

Aendir slyly says, "Daevian says no one is deserbing."

Aendir slyly says, "I'm inclined to agree."

Rohese whispers something to Elaejia.

Rohese smiles at Elaejia.

Riend blushes a pink shade at Elaejia.

Daevian says, "You cannot ask about that until tomorrow."

Aendir dryly says, "We've all been waiting."

Daevian says, "Today is your day and the pressure is yours, cousin."

Traiva raises her voice at Daevian in merry laughter.

Aendir raises his voice in merry laughter.

Elaejia gazes fondly at Rohese.

Speaking to Aendir, Traiva says, "Hire a messenger to knock on his door at the Hour of Ronan with a note asking when his wedding will be."

Aendir says, "If any of you have never wandered these grounds - you're welcome to do so. We'll leave them open for the rest of the day."

Aendir says, "Help yourself to any food or libations you see."

Rohese wiggles her nose at Elaejia.

Daevian says, "Please try the variety of cookie recipes I have provided to the cooks."

Speaking inquisitively to Aendir, Lucraine asks, "It there a romantic beginning to be told of how the two of you met?"

Arenglae takes a drink from her elderflower champagne.

Arenglae looks rather relaxed.

Arenglae covers her mouth, then gives a small, discreet cough.

Rohese lowers her gaze.

Jossarian whispers something to Daevian.

Speaking amusedly to Lucraine, Aendir says, "We have known each other all of our lives. Elaejia is my Cousin, and tended to the Estate."

Rohese quickly interjects, "And I'm afraid that I must be heading home now."

Luxelle says, "Thank you both for this wonderful celebration today."

Traiva apologetically says, "I must also take my leave earlier than I would like."

Traiva says, "It has been a wonderful afternoon."

Speaking warmly to Rohese, Riend says, "It is always lovely to see you, Ith'laenil velaen Lady Bayvel."

Kothos says, "It was a lovely afternoon, truly. And I hope you all take the fine mood and love home with you. I am sure I will."

Aendir says, "We've appreciated the support of each and every one of you. It's been an honor to have you."

Rohese softly exclaims, "It has been a lovely seeing you all!"

Traiva says, "Congratulations to you both."

Speaking to Imrys, Elaejia says, "It was our honor, truly."

Dirra exclaims, "And I must return to Vornavis. Going to attempt to seek my way out. Congratulations again!"

Kothos says, "Take care, my friends."

Aendir pleasedly says, "Thank you kindly for your gift."

(Cylnthia curtsies deeply to all those present.)

Traiva warmly says, "Have a lovely afternoon and evening, all."

Cylnthia says, "I hope everyone stays well, until our next meeting."

Aendir asks, "Since this morning, or for months?"

Daevian says, "Congratulations, family."

You warmly say, "Congratulations to you both and thank you for inviting me to be part of your special day."

Aendir says, "Perhaps we can arrange a larger party."

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==Collected Poems==
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'''An olivewood book engulfed in hand-painted botanicals'''
In the olivewood book are a deckle-edged gilded ivory parchment, a page of pressed rosebud parchment, a scallop-edged cream card, a sheet of smoke-striated vellum, a piece of white paper, a watercolored matte gold note, a wing-shaped wine red declaration, a sheet of illuminated parchment, a beribboned kelyn green card, an elegant sapphire blue vellum, and a leaf-framed pale violet card.
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'''Click to expand''' <span class="mw-customtoggle-poems" style="color:#0000ff">poems</span>.
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'''a deckle-edged gilded ivory parchment'''
<nowiki>Delicate pink and orange orchids bloom in the corners of the parchment, their petals smudged with light chalk pastels for an ethereal effect. A pair of red-faced pale green lovebirds hide between the flowers, their ebon eyes wide and watchful. Their wings create blurred strokes of color, adding to the dream-like imagery the chalks create in the surrounding blossoms. You see nothing unusual.

The page, written in Elven, reads as follows:

Give me your hand, but once.
Give me your heart forever!
These are the words
I've longed to hear
All alone in the dark.
Every dream comes true with you
How can I doubt my heart?
Here is my hand,
Here is my life,
Here is my heart.

Let's share our love, now.
And build a dream unending!
These are my words
I offer you, Dear,
With my every pulse!
Looking deep within your eyes
I feel a pulsing spark.
Let's join our hands,
Let's start our life,
Oh, here is my heart!

~Luxelle Machtes Ashrim</nowiki>
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'''a page of pressed rosebud parchment'''
<nowiki>In the Common language, it reads:

Love's Steadfast Path

No fleeting whim, nor passing jest,
Can shape the bond that love bestows,
For in its depth, the heart finds rest,
As steady as the river flows.

Through tempests wild and wayward chance,
It bends but never breaks apart,
No spoken vow nor fleeting glance
Could bind it stronger than the heart.

It grows in silence, soft yet sure,
Unshaken by the winds of time,
A flame that trials shall endure,
Untouched by reason's measured rhyme.

So let the world its course pursue,
Let seasons change, let time depart,
For love remains, both firm and true,
A refuge for the faithful heart.</nowiki>
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'''a scallop-edged cream card'''
<nowiki>The page, written in Elven, reads as follows:

~Love, Like Cobbling Shoes~

Love is not a fleeting spark,
nor silk that tears with time
it is the hand that mends and shapes,made strong through wear and climb.

It bends but does not break apart,
grows sturdy, firm, and true,
built to walk through storm and sun, each step deepens its hue.

And when the years have worn it thin,
when time has left its trace,
love, like hands that stitch and mend,
renews with care and grace.

~Kayse Thaellian</nowiki>
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'''a sheet of smoke-striated vellum'''
<nowiki>The page, written in Elven, reads as follows:

Adapted from Lythale Orinet Loenthra's 'Endless Light of Night' without permission, so please don't rat me out. I already owe them two bottles of caerandas. --JS

In the darkness of the night
Ardent candles shine full bright

Flick'ring beacons to the heart
Practicing the greatest art

Not word nor painting can compare
To the soul's scintillant flare

The flame of love sheds purest light
In the darkness of the night</nowiki>
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'''a piece of white paper'''<nowiki>
The page, written in Elven, reads as follows:

<3 <3 <3
<3 <3
_
O |O| In the quiet dark
/|\/ \ Gentle touch of hearts entwined
|\ |\ Ends with tangled sheets

<3 <3 <3
<3 <3 <3</nowiki>
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'''a wing-shaped wine red declaration'''
<nowiki>In the Elven language, it reads:

To my dear friends,
Aendir and Elaejia,
as you declare your love
to one another.

Warmest regards,
Lucrecea

When others speak of love,
they do so tenderly,
with hushed and reverent awe.

Such docile platitudes
will never match its flame,
its ferocity,
its unyielding and
uncompromising resolve.

Wash away these pleasantries
for the truth beneath,
lest you lose yourselves
to their benign banality.

Seize your love
and your shared love,
and raise a tempest
to drive out those who dare
to tame it,
to subjugate it,
to break its very spirit.</nowiki>
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'''an elegant sapphire blue vellum'''
<nowiki>In the Common language, it reads:

Love is the heart s most precious light,
A spark that shines through darkest night.
It s not in gold, nor fame, nor land,
But in the touch of a gentle hand.

It builds a bridge where walls once stood,
A bond that heals, a force for good.
Its value grows beyond measure s span,
It s found in kindness, heart, and plan.

Love is the gift that time will prove,
A bond that only grows and moves.
In every step, together, we ll find,
A life of joy, forever intertwined.

Warmest Wishes,

Dame Dirra Crawfinn</nowiki>
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'''a leaf-framed pale violet card'''
<nowiki>In the Elven language, it reads:

For my dear friends, Aendir and Elaejia Silithyr, on the occasion of their wedding.

Feastday, 23rd day of Fashanos in the year, 5125.

What is Love?

He asked me, "Lady, what is love?"
And I replied "My sweet,
It's knowing when to take her hand
And when your eyes should meet.
It's knowing when to whisper words
That reach across the ages
And echo all the passion spent
On yesteryear's page."

"It's gently finding out about
The things that make her cry,
And earning all her trust in you
By never asking why
She takes your love for granted
Though you give it with your heart
Then find it torn to pieces
By a poisoned verbal dart."

"It's giving without taking
Though your need is hard to bear
And selfish, bitter frailty
Demand you have your share
Of tenderness and caring.
So you see, it's quite a prize.
Now my gentle lover,
Help me see it through your eyes."

He sat in thoughtful silence
Reflecting what I'd said,
Then, with a smile that caught my heart
He raised his glorious head.
"Lady, what you've described to me,
The essence of the flame,
For though a man, I realise
My needs are just the same."

All my love and best wishes,
Rohese</nowiki>
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'''a sheet of illuminated parchment'''
<nowiki>
In the Common language, it reads:

Love begins in shadow, a question half-spun,
An indigo veil over what may become.
It clings to the silence, unsure in its hue,
A longing unspoken, a storm-darkened blue.
Yet love, when it strengthens, turns lilac and bright,
Unfurling through laughter, through soft golden light.
It softens in lavender, like breath upon skin,
a whisper of promise, the dawn breaking in.
Then tear-stained damson, wistful and worn,
Bears loss in its fibers, yet never is torn.
Through heartache it lingers, through doubt it will stay,
A bruise that can deepen but won't fade away.
At last, it is amethyst, steady, serene,
no longer a question, no longer between.
Not fire, not fleeting, nor bound to obey,
Love is a jewel-tone that never betrays.
RML, late winter wedding, 5125</nowiki>
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