The Grand Avian Gala

Nelras

I believe that some of this has already been posted in other threads, so here is the whole thing. Thanks to @Misea, @Tirah, @Xeii and of course @Isune for making this possible, as well as to everyone who turned up for it.

Descriptions:

Room:

Beneath a crystal-and-gold pergola hung with silks.

A fresh breeze is blowing through the area. Pillars wrought of thick, limpid crystal uphold an

elegant golden pergola here, which lords over the cloud gardens of the Grand Aerie with majestic 

grandeur. Etched into the gold capital of the columns, avian motifs are mute and swan-like as they 

soar around the column in search of new horizons. Skyblooms climb about these pillars with their 

white-and-lavender blossoms, releasing a sweet-scented aroma from their petals as they wind about 

the pergola's aureate structure. Silken banners have been hung from its gleaming rafters, diaphanous 

and lovely as they billow at the slightest breeze. These gossamer pennants each bear the colours and 

insignia of an esteemed Master Artist House of Hallifax, complete with gemstone tassels that chime 

pleasantly when caught in motion. The sweeping expanse of the pergola allows for a luxury of space, 

its cool shade making it perfect for hosting a variety of activities, such as an impromptu concert 

or a picnic. The entirety of this stunning pergola rests upon a thick cushion of cloud, pearly-white 

in its disarming softness. A delicate bridge arches to meet it, crystalline and sparkling as it 

rises over the sun-kissed clouds. Engraved with soaring swans, a crystalline table stands here, 

various platters, bowls, and trays stacked high upon it.

People:

look Irillia

Tall and slender in build, she is a feathered cloud trill harmonious demigoddess, with the long,

delicate bones and streamlined frame of one sculpted to soar through the skies. A quality of airy 

grace, unconscious yet harmonious, suffuses her appearance, from the form and flow of her hands to 

the lines of her figure and the patrician dignity of her bearing. Wide, immaculately groomed wings 

sweep majestically outward from between her shoulder blades, their smooth, glossy plumage a gentle 

shade of cloud-grey. Echoing the colour of her wings, a downy cap of spun-silver feathers crowns her 

head, with lustrous wisps curling across her high forehead and over her ears. Her skin is 

surpassingly fair, sheathing her aquiline features in an almost moonlit pallor. In contrast, her 

wide-set eyes are a cloudless, crystalline sky-blue, made all the brighter by the silvery lashes 

encircling them and feathery eyebrows arched above them like wings spread in flight.

Downy, dove-grey feathers crown her head, overlaid to provide an understated, simple cap of plumage.

Each feather is small and rounded, the pinions remaining still pliant, soft and wavy so as to nearly 

create the illusion of neatly-kept hair.

She is wearing:

the Medallion of Beauty floating in the air of its own power just above her heart.

a wedding ring of intertwined gold and platinum on her left ring finger.

a teardrop pendulum of starlit quartz hanging at her throat from its cord of skysilver strands.

a crystalline half-mask embellished with feathers adorning her features with lambent, filigreed

crystal.

the Doctoral Cord of the Anomaly wrapped about her slender wrist.

elbow-length black lace gloves

a pellucid wreath of cygnine plumes poised along her temples, the feathers glittering in even the

faintest light.

a regal bird-of-paradise ball gown

a regal purple cape

dazzling diamond slippers

a lavish, jewel-hued bird-of-paradise hat.

look Misea

Standing with a graceful dancer's poise to her lithe and leggy form, she is an ordinary human. She

stands at an above average height for a human woman, lean muscle gracing her pals ivory-skinned and 

femininely-curved frame. Hair as dark as a raven's wing is swept up into an artful coif, soft curls 

braided and arranged around the crown of her head. Several of the shimmering blue-black lengths have 

been gently curled and left to frame a refined oval face, delicate bone structure complimenting her 

gently rounded nose and full coral-tinted lips. Standing at odds to each other, her large almond-

shaped eyes have a stark heterochromia in their coloring. The left iris is a vibrant and warm honey 

amber hue while the right iris is an icy blue-grey, both shaded with a thick fringe of black lashes. 

She walks with the truefavour of Isune.

She is wearing:

a feathered silk mask of pearlescent dove-grey accents mismatched eyes, completing her dove-themed

ensemble

the Quintessential Mandala of Resplendent Harmony glows with a steady, prismatic beauty

elegant slippers of dove-grey silk and feathers tie with soft ribbons wrapping up her calves

a feathered, dove-grey gown of pearlescent silks and chiffon with a long, cloud-like avian train

a luminescent tiara of frozen feathers interwoven with her elaborately upswept curls.

look Maligorn

He is a ferocious loboshigaru vernal ascendant. From head to toe, he is somewhat shorter than an

average human. Combed to wavy perfection, pearl grey fur swathes over him in fine layers. Long, thin 

and jagged scars mar his face, curling down to his chest, showing pale pink skin underneath. Large, 

pointed ears tufted with white intermittently twitch as they perch atop his head, along with his 

opaque, silver eyes. A long snout lined with polished teeth ends in a small black nose. Two long 

canines poke out of his snout even with his mouth is closed, and they are each inset with a diamond, 

lending a prismatic wink to his smile. Though not particularly brawny, the loboshigaru's arms and 

legs are not wilted either, possessing a firm build, all ending in four large paws tipped with sharp,

silver claws. A long, bushy tail hangs low with melancholy, grey but for its blackened tip. He walks 

with the truefavour of Isune.

He is wearing:

an iridescent white fractal flower brooch

the Quintessential Mandala of Resplendent Harmony

a skysilver monocle with a rose quartz lens perched on his right eye

a collar necklace of burnished bronze and boreal sapphire

a resplendent amberlight blossom

a teardrop pendulum of starlit quartz wrapped over his left forearm in intricate knots

a kouseki crown of white gold carefully arranged over the top of his raised hood

robes of eventide worn in comfortable swathes of purple silk

a feather-brocaded satchel of cinereal grey silk slung over the shoulder.

look Curwa

This dwarf is clearly a young professional of modern sensibilities. Her shaved scalp is presently

adorned with a thin layer of dark stubble; her nose with a pair of hexagonal, steel-rimmed 

spectacles. Gray glint eyes gaily with mirth behind those glittering glasses, a dimpled smile 

quirking her lips below. Despite her unorthodox appearance, she is a stout dwarf and has the classic 

dwarven figure all the same: strong arms leading up to broad shoulders, wide hips and ultimately to 

a particularly large pair of feet. Despite this brawny build, she seems to be a nimble one, long 

thin fingers fidgeting and tapping at her side.

She is wearing:

elegantly heeled silvery leather sandals giving her several additional inches

an intaglio necklace depicting a thunderbird's hatching upon her breast

a ruffled dress of sunny yellow cotton fluttering with every movement

a birdlike mask adorned with a smattering of whimsically placed beryl.

look Tambador

He is a shaggy igasho demigod. standing just over 8 feet tall with lush shining silver fur stretched

over a dominant, well defined body. It seems to be sculpted from a living soft-grey marble with 

corded sinew of muscle crisscrossing every visible portion of his frame. His chest, shoulders, and 

back cut a swath wide enough to throw a room into shadows and brawny arms capable of easily 

controlling anything they grab, hang loosely at his side. His torso rides upon powerful legs capable 

of wading through any resistance met. Striking  amethyst eyes look out from a handsome face and eyes 

and mouth are creased by subtle lines from a frequent warm smile. A fine silver-grey stubble seems 

ever present along his cheeks while a thick silky mane of dark pewter hair falls down to his 

shoulders. He walks with the truefavour of Isune.

He is wearing:

a Multipronged Master Crown

a pair of shadow gray trousers

a fine shirt of deep red

a mechanical exoskeleton draped in tenebrous hues

a nebulous mantle of the esoteric mind

an extravagant platinum wedding band with filigree silver feathers.

look maligorn

He is a ferocious loboshigaru vernal ascendant. From head to toe, he is somewhat shorter than an

average human. Combed to wavy perfection, pearl grey fur swathes over him in fine layers. Long, thin 

and jagged scars mar his face, curling down to his chest, showing pale pink skin underneath. Large, 

pointed ears tufted with white intermittently twitch as they perch atop his head, along with his 

opaque, silver eyes. A long snout lined with polished teeth ends in a small black nose. Two long 

canines poke out of his snout even with his mouth is closed, and they are each inset with a diamond, 

lending a prismatic wink to his smile. Though not particularly brawny, the loboshigaru's arms and 

legs are not wilted either, possessing a firm build, all ending in four large paws tipped with sharp,

silver claws. A long, bushy tail hangs low with melancholy, grey but for its blackened tip. He walks 

with the truefavour of Isune.

He is wearing:

an iridescent white fractal flower brooch

the Quintessential Mandala of Resplendent Harmony

a skysilver monocle with a rose quartz lens perched on his right eye

a collar necklace of burnished bronze and boreal sapphire

a resplendent amberlight blossom

a teardrop pendulum of starlit quartz wrapped over his left forearm in intricate knots

a kouseki crown of white gold carefully arranged over the top of his raised hood

robes of eventide worn in comfortable swathes of purple silk

a feather-brocaded satchel of cinereal grey silk slung over the shoulder.

look Nelras

He is a feathered warbling trill dawncast demigod and is just above what could be considered average

height for a member of that race. Dark brown feathers rest atop an angular face from which gaze eyes 

the colour of midnight. His wings are kept neat, the lighter brown feathers that make them up always 

being well preened. His body is of a fairly scrawny build, a lack of muscle definition making his 

natural thinness even more pronounced. He walks with the truefavour of Isune.

He is wearing:

stained glass prayer beads of the Lady Aesthete

an avian promise ring of fire agate

polished, formal shoes of mahogany brown leather

a carved band of marble and gold

a teardrop pendulum of starlit quartz

an understated suit of pavonian hues

a dapper black cape traced with amber fractals.

Food:

look salad

Thin, petal-shaped slices of blushing guava fruit and white peach have

been assembled into a round, swirling pedestal. Encircled by a line of

raspberries, they sit upon the simple porcelain platter, a sweet sepal

for the painstakingly-carved watermelon centrepiece. Many of the

characteristically bold stripes have been chiselled away, leaving tiers

and tiers of almost lacy flesh and one unbroken, fragile layer that once

was the rind. The image upon the rosy melon is unmistakably that of a

swan in profile with its visible wing flaring up; its palest apple-green

plumage wraps a little around the melon as its darker tailfeathers sink

lower out of sight, making it look as if the avian has blossomed from

the watermelon flowers it cradles. The fruit flesh itself is practically

an ovoid tower of carved roses, seedless and succulent.

probe salad

Thin, petal-shaped slices of blushing guava fruit and white peach have

been assembled into a round, swirling pedestal. Encircled by a line of

raspberries, they sit upon the simple porcelain platter, a sweet sepal

for the painstakingly-carved watermelon centrepiece. Many of the

characteristically bold stripes have been chiselled away, leaving tiers

and tiers of almost lacy flesh and one unbroken, fragile layer that once

was the rind. The image upon the rosy melon is unmistakably that of a

swan in profile with its visible wing flaring up; its palest apple-green

plumage wraps a little around the melon as its darker tailfeathers sink

lower out of sight, making it look as if the avian has blossomed from

the watermelon flowers it cradles. The fruit flesh itself is practically

an ovoid tower of carved roses, seedless and succulent.

It has 1 months of usefulness left.

It weighs 10 ounce(s).

It bears the distinctive mark of Tirah Mzithrei, the Succor.

It has the following aliases: salad.

eat salad

You eat a rosy salad cradling a cygnine carving with gusto.

Making use of the dainty knife and fork that comes with the dish, you

slice away at the fragile rind swan before cutting a watermelon rose for

yourself. Your mouth is flooded with the dreamy taste of ripe

watermelon, all its juice included. The other fruits and their citrusy

variances you enjoy till you have had your fill, leaving the plate

transformed into a watery and fragrant palette of juices.

I have unfortunately misplaced the descriptions of Isune, Volucer and all of the birds - if anyone has these, I would be most grateful if they could post them.

Nelras

Log:

[Nelras arrives at the site of the Gala, musicians in tow.]

Nelras bow respectfully to Irillia.

Tribune of the Law, Misea says, "Yes, I am not sure an entirely bright pink swan would be quite as

effective."

Irillia curtseys gracefully before Nelras.

Misea curtseys gracefully before Nelras.

Irillia Shevat says, "Greetings, Marquis."

Nelras says to Irillia, "My apologies for the delays, Marquessa. I hope that you have not been waiting

here long."

A classic trill musician produces his violin with a flourish and begins attending to his

preparations, tuning up and applying resin to his bow.

Irillia Shevat says to Nelras, "It is quite all right. I know well how such gatherings can encounter

many unexpected delays and obstacles."

Turning back to the musicians, Nelras says, "The majority of the gala shall likely

take place here, although the grounds are open to all who attend. Will you be able to set yourselves 

up while I see who else might wish to attend?"

Inclining his head politely to Nelras, a classic trill musician flicks out his tails and takes a seat

upon a performance stool, adjusting his trumpet as he begins tuning.

(Hallifax): Nelras says, "The Grand Avian Gala shall be beginning shortly, if any who wish to attend

would make their way to the Transcendental Aviary?"

Inclining his head politely, a classic trill musician says, "Aye, Marquis, we can set up here."

entourage

Smiling, Nelras says, "Thank you."

Nelras says to Irillia, "I shall be right back. Please, do help yourself to some refreshments if you

wish."

(Hallifax): Maligorn says, "Certainly."

Gliding away from the gardens, you descend slowly and gently back to the city.

Floating above Hallifax with a picturesque view.

There are no obvious exits.

Arriving at your destination, a round and fluffy wisp of cloud dissipates and deposits you carefully

here atop an overlook.

A crystalline overlook of the skies.

Banks of clouds roil about here. A fresh breeze is blowing through the area. Floating above the

floor, a round and fluffy wisp of cloud is ready for travel.

You see a single exit leading down.

Transcendental Aviary.

A soothing chill permeates the area, bringing with it a rime of sparkling frost cast by a healing

shrine of Jadice nearby. Banks of clouds roil about here. A crystalline bench rests here, seemingly 

overgrown with twining vines bearing pearlescent honeysuckle blossoms. Arcing fountains suffuse this 

well-tended garden, its flora marked by perfect symmetry. On her way to perform an audit of the 

city's affairs, a comptroller is here. Surrounded by white lightning, a sapphire rose thunderbird 

spreads his rainbow wings here, sapphire eyes glowing with a noble intellect. Chatoyant plumage 

glittering in the available light, a dawn radiant hummingbird hovers here with frenetic energy.

You see exits leading northeast, southeast, southwest, northwest, and up.

Approaching from above, Nelras bows politely to Maligorn and says, "I am glad that

you could come."

Maligorn Shevat says, "Of course. I wouldn't miss this."

A series of chiming notes, distinctly crystalline, ring out in the distance in a slow, descending

scale.

A crepuscular dream phoenix with musical wings of crystalline filaments trots in with head high,

butting Nelras gently with her head.

Nelras pets a crepuscular dream phoenix with musical wings of crystalline filaments ingratiatingly.

With a content sigh, a crepuscular dream phoenix with musical wings of crystalline filaments leans

up against Nelras, blinking drowsily.

Maligorn Shevat laughingly says, "Oh, that's cute."

Maligorn Shevat asks, "Shall I follow you?"

Nelras says to Maligorn, "If you could, please. We shall wait a short while longer and then make our way

into the Aerie's grounds."

Maligorn begins to follow you.

Maligorn nods his head emphatically.

A sapphire rose thunderbird glides in a precise arc, causing the aether to spark and crackle with

atmospheric instability.

You say to Maligorn, "Alright, let us head up there. It does not look as if others are coming for

the time being."

Maligorn nods his head emphatically.

A crystalline overlook of the skies.

Banks of clouds roil about here. A fresh breeze is blowing through the area. Floating above the

floor, a round and fluffy wisp of cloud is ready for travel. Surrounded by white lightning, a 

sapphire rose thunderbird spreads his rainbow wings here, sapphire eyes glowing with a noble 

intellect.

Rising high into the sky upon a round and fluffy wisp of cloud, Nelras and Maligorn glide away above the city.

Cloud-strewn gardens of cirrus and sky.

One or two light fluffy clouds drift lazily through the sky. Floating above the floor, a round and

fluffy wisp of cloud is ready for travel. Surrounded by white lightning, a sapphire rose thunderbird 

spreads his rainbow wings here, sapphire eyes glowing with a noble intellect.

Curious, Nelras asks Maligorn, "Have you ever seen the Aerie's cloud gardens?"

Beneath a crystal-and-gold pergola hung with silks.

It is rather chilly. Engraved with soaring swans, a crystalline table stands here, various platters,

bowls, and trays stacked high upon it. With a coy countenance, a glistening, vestal swan graced with 

gossamer cloud wings glides through the air here. Colourful and exotic to behold, a pink-crowned 

paradise parrot preens dusky, violet wings of eventide here, fragrant, lavender wind wisps dancing 

about her form. Gazing at his surroundings with interest, a classic trill musician loiters here. A 

classic trill musician walks about briskly, flute in hand. An enormous falcon nervously talons the 

ground, wings mantling. A classic trill musician walks about briskly, trumpet in hand. A classic 

trill musician walks about briskly, harp in hand. Surrounded by white lightning, a sapphire rose 

thunderbird spreads his rainbow wings here, sapphire eyes glowing with a noble intellect. Irillia 

Shevat is here, wreathed in a flickering mandala of silvery light. She wields a delicate crystal 

staff in her left hand. Tribune of the Law, Misea is here.

Maligorn Shevat looks thoughtful and says, "Well...I have certainly been here before, though I'm not

sure I've been to the gardens specifically."

With a flourish of his arm, Maligorn bows deeply.

Misea curtseys gracefully before Maligorn.

Maligorn Shevat says, "Hello, citizens."

With a slight smile, Nelras says to Maligorn, "Well, please do feel free to also explore them if you

wish to while you are here."

Irillia curtseys gracefully.

Beneath a crystal-and-gold pergola hung with silks.

It is rather chilly. Pillars wrought of thick, limpid crystal uphold an elegant golden pergola here,

which lords over the cloud gardens of the Grand Aerie with majestic grandeur. Etched into the gold 

capital of the columns, avian motifs are mute and swan-like as they soar around the column in search 

of new horizons. Skyblooms climb about these pillars with their white-and-lavender blossoms, 

releasing a sweet-scented aroma from their petals as they wind about the pergola's aureate structure.

Silken banners have been hung from its gleaming rafters, diaphanous and lovely as they billow at the 

slightest breeze. These gossamer pennants each bear the colours and insignia of an esteemed Master 

Artist House of Hallifax, complete with gemstone tassels that chime pleasantly when caught in motion.

The sweeping expanse of the pergola allows for a luxury of space, its cool shade making it perfect 

for hosting a variety of activities, such as an impromptu concert or a picnic. The entirety of this 

stunning pergola rests upon a thick cushion of cloud, pearly-white in its disarming softness. A 

delicate bridge arches to meet it, crystalline and sparkling as it rises over the sun-kissed clouds. 

Engraved with soaring swans, a crystalline table stands here, various platters, bowls, and trays 

stacked high upon it. With a coy countenance, a glistening, vestal swan graced with gossamer cloud 

wings glides through the air here. Colourful and exotic to behold, a pink-crowned paradise parrot 

preens dusky, violet wings of eventide here, fragrant, lavender wind wisps dancing about her form. 

Gazing at his surroundings with interest, a classic trill musician loiters here. A classic trill 

musician walks about briskly, flute in hand. An enormous falcon nervously talons the ground, wings 

mantling. A classic trill musician walks about briskly, trumpet in hand. A classic trill musician 

walks about briskly, harp in hand. Surrounded by white lightning, a sapphire rose thunderbird 

spreads his rainbow wings here, sapphire eyes glowing with a noble intellect. Trailing fluttering 

motes of dreams, the evanescent form of a timid dream phoenix lingers here, musical wings of 

crystalline filaments cascading behind her. Tribune of the Law, Misea is here. Chatoyant plumage 

glittering in the available light, a dawn radiant hummingbird hovers here with frenetic energy. 

Irillia Shevat is here, wreathed in a flickering mandala of silvery light. She wields a delicate 

crystal staff in her left hand.

Finished with his preparations, a classic trill musician raises a hand to gesture to the other

musicians. The three of them strike up a gentle fugue of a violin motif upon the backing of the harp,

punctuated by occasional smooth bursts from the trumpeter.

(The Canvas): You say, "Volucer, do you still plan to come? We are beginning now."

Volucer exclaims to Maligorn, "Who you calling a citizen? Time mangler!"

A glistening, vestal swan graced with gossamer cloud wings dips her head low.

(The Canvas): You say, "Ah, you are here already. Even better."

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"table269902"                 an exquisite, crystalline table engraved with soaring swans

"swan293387"                  a glistening, vestal swan graced with gossamer cloud wings

"parrot190625"                a pink-crowned paradise parrot

"musician118005"              a classic trill musician

"musician118278"              a classic trill musician

"falcon63793"                 Volucer

"musician118012"              a classic trill musician

"musician118840"              a classic trill musician

"thunderbird97274"            a sapphire rose thunderbird

"phoenix216625"               a crepuscular dream phoenix with musical wings of crystalline

filaments

Number of objects: 10

Volucer opens and closes his beak in amusement then hides behind Irillia with a flap of his wings.

Blinking, Maligorn Shevat says, "Time mangler? That seems like it is meant to be an insult."

Nelras says to Maligorn, "Alas, Volucer seems to think that we, which is to say all Hallifaxians, have

been messing with time again, as he would put it."

Irillia lowers her head for a moment to hide her smile, before shaking her head reprovingly at

Volucer and urging him to come out.

Volucer points at Nelras, "He said everyone except him in Hallifax has been playing with time and

making the world shake."

Volucer nods his head sagely.

Tribune of the Law, Misea says, "Oh my, I am not sure I can even play with time."

Shaking his head, Nelras says, "No, I simply said that I am not quite as used to the idea of some of the

things that can be done with time as those who are more used to it seem to be."

Irillia Shevat looks thoughtful and says, "Has it been Hallifax causing the world to shake, then? I

thought it had something to do with the gnome businessman and those bouncing balls from the sky."

Volucer tilts his head at Nelras in confusion.

Tapping his chin, Maligorn Shevat says, "I can earnestly say that I've not observed any strange

temporal activity in the Basin or city of late."

Nelras says to Maligorn, "It is somewhat of a relief how quiet things have been in that regard, even."

In a conspiratorial whisper, Volucer says to Irillia, "Earlier in the early morning... It was cruel

and cold."

Misea looks thoughtful, "I know the gnome has been building explosives, but I have not heard of him

playing with time in anyway."

Maligorn Shevat says, "However, I have heard that these bouncing balls are being used to capture

lightning for mining explosives."

Comprehension flashes across Irillia's face.

Continuing the hunt for his dark mate, Father Sun presses forward in his journey, lowering himself

in the sky yet still casting even, full light upon the land.

Maligorn Shevat frowns and says, "Which does concern us, as Rockholm has been availing themselves of

these balls without our supervision."

Volucer says, "Lightning balls? Ohhh can I have one? A present for your favourite most clever falcon

."

Maligorn gives a strange bouncing ball to Volucer.

Volucer shakes his head at Maligorn.

Maligorn Shevat says, "I'd advise caution, dear Volucer."

Irillia clears her throat and discreetly takes a few steps back from Volucer, a concerned expression

crossing her face.

Tribune of the Law, Misea says, "They do seem to cause some mighty explosions, indeed."

Nelras says to Maligorn, "Perhaps the Consortium should try to study them, if they have not already?"

Maligorn Shevat says, "For now, the balls seem to be rather simple in design, and thus uninteresting

in the eyes of many Skylarks. However, the effort may be worthwhile."

Volucer takes the ball between his beak and tests it, biting down very gently.

Tribune of the Law, Misea says, "I do believe Lord Ayisdra received one of the finished, ah,

explosives."

Nelras says, "Ah yes, the ever competing aspects of complexity versus simple

effectiveness. Still, it might be..." He stops, noticing what Volucer is doing, and asks the falcon, 

"Would you not rather have some fish?"

His voice muffled around the ball as he keeps gingerly biting, Volucer exclaims, "Oof oof, vatch fis

... I kin do fagick!"

Misea carefully steps closer to the table and farther away from Volucer.

Nelras follows Misea's lead while gesturing for the musicians to do the same.

Maligorn discreetly steps back, raising his hands and staff to brace himself just slightly.

Volucer bites down hard on the ball of trapped lightning with a sudden 'POP'!

Irillia pauses in place for a moment as if uncertain how to react, before hastily pulling a notepad

from her pack and beginning to sketch a quick depiction of the scene.

Soaring with elongated plumes stretching behind it, an aerial bird flies past a beauty of iridescent

feathers.

         _ _ __,

  _    .`///,''

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   ',    ,.'``'.___,;*

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Puffing up his feathers with pride, Volucer exclaims, "Magic!"

Maligorn Shevat says, "...did he make a bird come out of the ball?"

Clapping her hands in delight, Irillia lets out a delighted gasp. "Magical indeed! I must beg you to

do it again."

Maligorn Shevat says, "Oh my."

Maligorn Shevat says, "Well, I do have another ball."

Maligorn gives a strange bouncing ball to Volucer.

Volucer shakes his head at Maligorn.

Applauding, Nelras says, "Yes, we must see that again. But before we do, would you all mind if I said a

few quick words?"

A sapphire rose thunderbird glides in a precise arc, causing the aether to spark and crackle with

atmospheric instability.

Maligorn hums innocently to himself.

Volucer hides the real ball caught in his claw and stuffs it into a fold of feathers with an

innocent hum.

Misea claps her hands together merrily.

The musicians come to a quiet pause in their fugue, leaving only string accompaniment in the

background of the upcoming speech.

Shadows grow longer in anticipation for the return of their dark mistress as Father Sun's chase

brings him closer to the world's edge.

Irillia tilts her head and listens intently to Nelras.

Nelras takes a small step away before turning to face those who have gathered here.

He glances around quickly, clearing his throat before saying, "First of all, will you all allow me 

to thank you for coming here. I am afraid that it would seem to be a somewhat more exclusive gala 

than we might have originally planned, but hopefully we shall be able to make it an enjoyable one 

all the same."

Nelras says, "Now, I did speak of a contest when I first announced that we would be holding this gala,

and shortly we shall be able to view the winning entry, alongside various other refreshments over on 

the table. But before that, I would like to thank some people for making this possible.""

A small fanfare of trumpet and flute provides a light flourish.

As the sun passes below the horizon's edge, Mother Night unveils her terrible, shadowy beauty,

spreading darkness across the land.

Volucer lets out a slow squeak of a sound, resembling a deflating balloon.

Nelras says, "Firstly, I would like to thank the Grand Aerie for Harmonious Refinement, for without the

Aerie we would not have the use of these most spectacular cloud gardens. Secondly, the Bureau of 

Artistic Endeavors, for their support in the organization of this Gala. And, of course, the Lady 

Isune, for it was She who gently guided us into the action which led to this taking place."

Maligorn nods solemnly.

Across the heavens, the stars and moon challenge night's dark reign, revealing familiar

constellations that tell the tales of myth and legend.

Misea smiles faintly as she listens.

Smiling, Nelras say, "That does bring me on to a somewhat amusing story, as Misea here can attest to.

We were standing before the Matrix discussing, among other things, the avian creatures which act as 

companions to so many Hallifaxians. Then, almost out of nowhere, those most unlikely words were 

spoken. "Bird Party." Before anything else could be done, the Lady Aesthete was among us and just 

such a party was being arranged."

Laughing before he continues, Nelras concludes, "Of course, we could hardly call it

that, and so the Grand Avian Gala came into being. I do hope that you all will enjoy the gala as 

much as we have it's formation."

Misea nods her head in agreement.

Maligorn Shevat murmurs, "But would anyone have actually objected to Bird Party, is the question."

Irillia arches an eyebrow quizzically but responds with a polite smile.

Irillia Shevat says, "I am rather glad that you chose the name of the Grand Avian Gala, for my part.

And it is a pleasure to see such a variety of different avian companions in attendance."

Tribune of the Law, Misea says, "Admittedly, when I mentioned a 'bird party', it was not quite on

this scale."

Maligorn pats a sapphire rose thunderbird in a friendly manner.

A sapphire rose thunderbird beats his wings like a thunderclap, sending bolts of lightning flashing

across their surface.

Nelras says to Irillia, "Ensuring that they might be as comfortable as we are was a part of this from

the very beginning."

Nelras pets a crepuscular dream phoenix with musical wings of crystalline filaments ingratiatingly.

With a content sigh, a crepuscular dream phoenix with musical wings of crystalline filaments leans 

up against him, blinking drowsily.

Misea pets a glistening, vestal swan graced with gossamer cloud wings ingratiatingly.

A glistening, vestal swan graced with gossamer cloud wings rubs her beak on Misea affectionately.

Ribbons of dawn-hued brilliance bursts across the sky, the artistic display heralding the arrival of

Isune, the Aesthete, to mortal perception.

Iridescent motes alight from the aether, converging in brilliance until revealing the lustrous form

of Isune at the heart.

Maligorn jerks slightly as the air fills with sparkling motes of bright light.

Maligorn hums a happy tune.

(Hallifax): Nelras says, "Greetings, Lady Isune."

Radiant as the dawn, Maligorn languidly raises a hand skyward, motes of twinkling sunlight

scattering from his fingertips.

Irillia curtseys gracefully before Isune.

Maligorn Shevat says, "My Lady Isune."

Misea curtseys gracefully before Isune.

Nelras bows reverently before Isune.

Maligorn bows respectfully to Isune.

"'Lo!" Gero quips cheerfully, waving at Isune.

Nelras tells Gero, "I am glad you could join us."

A bright flash of radiant dawn light arrives with the Lady Aesthete.

A brilliant sun rises into view, imbued with the radiance of dawn.

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Midnight shadows coalesce around a new day, and Mother Night embraces the land in utter darkness.

It is now the 21st of Juliary, 505 years after the Coming of Estarra.

Gero slips into a dapper, fawn-banded black felt hat.

In the wake of the light display, the musicians transform their soft backdrop into the fuller melody

of traditional gala music.

Nelras says to Isune, "We are honored by Your presence here, Lady Aesthete. Thank You."

The cold voice of Gero sends chills down your spine, "It is good for me to seek company ever once in

a while."

A pink-crowned paradise parrot launches forward to soar through the air in circles around Isune's

head, letting out high-pitched cries of jubilation, as Irillia watches with a faint smile.

Gero rubs at his eyes, "Literally blinded by Your radiance."

Misea clasps her hands lightly, smiling as she watches Isune's grand entrance.

Maligorn nods his head sagely at Gero.

Irillia Shevat says, "Thank You for brightening the night by bringing the sun with You, Lady Isune."

Her head turning to follow the suddenly moving parrot, a crepuscular dream phoenix

with musical wings of crystalline filaments takes a hesitant step towards Isune before looking back 

at Nelras, who urges her forward.

Beaming warmly at all assembled, Isune takes in each face and presence, spending moments gazing upon

each person with pride. "Dearest ones, it is a pleasure to see so many of you gathering. May My dawn 

be a symbol of how we might be united against the darkness and banish it, together."

Irillia Shevat smiles impishly and says, "Lady Isune, You almost sound as if You were about to

announce a wedding."

A glistening, vestal swan graced with gossamer cloud wings ruffles her feathers.

Motes around the Lady Aesthete sparkle with Her unrestrained, iridescent amusement.

With amusement and a slight somberness to Her tone, Isune, the Aesthete says, "It is always a good

time to be reminded of what we can accomplish together, whether through marriage or simply standing 

as One."

The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across Isune's lips.

Shaking his head sadly, Gero says to Isune, "They know my Love, our secret is no longer!"

Streaking in from the heavens, a slim rainbow of dawn-hued radiance lifts Gero from behind and

whisks him off into the aether at the behest of Lady Isune.

Maligorn Shevat says, "Oh my."

Tribune of the Law, Misea says, "Oh my, indeed."

Nelras says, "It has been a long time since I have seen that done, I must say."

Irillia presses her fingertips to hide her smile, although the sparkle in her eyes betrays her

expression.

Tribune of the Law, Misea says, "Too bad he didn't stay long enough to try the refreshments."

Gesturing towards an exquisite, crystalline table engraved with soaring swans,

Nelras says, "Speaking of which, would anyone care for some tea while we wait for him to return?"

Looking at Her nails with a satisfied smile, Isune, the Aesthete says, "Oh a short timeout will do

him well. He will survive."

Motes around the Lady Aesthete sparkle with Her unrestrained, iridescent amusement.

To their credit, the musicians seem unperturbed, even adding a little lightness to their playing

with a delightful flute counterpoint.

Irillia Shevat says, "Ah, yes, Lady Isune, would You care for a cup of tea? I'm sure that launching

rainbows of vengeance must leave You in need of some refreshment."

Volucer says, "Me me! Oh, wait, did you bring my favourite tea???"

Maligorn Shevat says, "I would hope -someone- brought along the fish oil tea."

Beaming with a mischievous twinkle in Her eye, Isune, the Aesthete says to Irillia, "Most kind,

dearest Renaissance. I would adore some of Hallifax's best tea, it has been some time."

Tribune of the Law, Misea says, "I've selected white orange-blossom and pomegranate tea, as well as

auroral opal oolong tea. The first is in the golden feather cups, and the latter in the blue aerial 

cups."

Volucer exclaims, "Wait, it has OIL? It's suppose to be fresh fish tea!"

Irillia Shevat smiles and says to Isune, "Then, please allow me the presumption of offering You the

tea crafted in honour of You."

Maligorn glances askance.

Irillia takes an aerial tea cup of sapphire and empyrean blue glass from an exquisite, crystalline

table engraved with soaring swans.

With a respectful inclination of her head, Irillia gives an aerial tea cup of sapphire and empyrean

blue glass to Isune, the Aesthete.

Volucer says to Misea, "Those teas are awful! This bird party demands fish tea."

Nelras tells Tribune of the Law, Misea, "I did tell you that you had made good choices, did I not."

Volucer pouts a little as his wings droop and his beak raises indignantly.

Irillia gives Volucer a horrified gasp.

Using his tongue and the roof of his mouth, Volucer makes a quiet clicking noise.

Tribune of the Law, Misea says, "Fish tea...? So fish soup."

Volucer stares implacably at Misea.

Volucer says, "Soup is not tea... is it?"

Making his way towards the table, Nelras carefully slips a fish wrapped in paper to

Misea, whispering, "Give him that, if there is nothing else here."

Volucer says, "The little small furry Chairman person made it for me."

Irillia Shevat says, "I believe there -is- a fish brew tea, but it is hard to imagine anyone could

object to Lady Zyphora's delicious orange blossom and pomengranate tea. Hmph."

Volucer says to Irillia, "Needs more fish."

Constructed from smooth planes of frosted crystalline, this exquisite table bears tiny, artfully

placed snowflake inclusions beneath its surface. Smooth and polished, the edges are reminiscent of 

ice with decorative, bevelled edges. This fine piece of furniture sits atop thick and stout legs, 

each crystal pillar engraved with the crest of the Aerie, soaring swans flying to partake of the 

feast above.

It weighs about 100 pounds.

An exquisite, crystalline table engraved with soaring swans is holding:

"cup222261"                   an aerial tea cup of sapphire and empyrean blue glass (filled with

auroral opal oolong tea)

...

"cup286110"                   a porcelain tea cup embellished with golden feathers (filled with

white orange-blossom and pomegranate tea)

...

9 items found.

Tribune of the Law, Misea says, "Ah, yes, Lady Zyphora's shop did not have any fish tea and I could

not find any, I'm afraid."

Volucer nods his head sagely.

Nelras takes a porcelain tea cup embellished with golden feathers from an exquisite, crystalline table

engraved with soaring swans.

Misea nods subtly at Nelras.

Nelras say to Irillia, "I know that I certainly could not."

Irillia flashes you a joyous smile.

Misea unfolds some paper from around her newly acquired fish to offer to Volucer, "But, we did

procur you a wonderful whole fish!"

With the air of someone bestowing an immensely great favour, Irillia Shevat says to Volucer, "Oh,

very well, I will make a cup of your fish brew tea. And I will restrain myself from informing Lady 

Zyphora that you dared to impugn upon her tea recipe."

The horizon glows with burnished shades of orange and red, heralding the imminent arrival of Father

Sun upon the rim of the world.

Irillia takes the Quintessential Mandala of Resplendent Harmony in both hands and bows her head.

Swirling ribbons of colour race outwards from the mandala, wrapping about Irillia as she begins to 

break down into an infinite number of small, fractal shapes before flaring outwards in a fractal 

swirl, dissipating into the air.

Raising her neck with regal hauteur, a pink-crowned paradise parrot flaps dusky, violet wings of

eventide and soars elegantly off to the ether, fragrant, lavender wind wisps chasing her form.

Nelras take a drink of white tea from a porcelain tea cup embellished with golden feathers.

Maligorn leans on a sapphire rose thunderbird seeking consolation.

A sapphire rose thunderbird fixes his cloudy gaze upon Maligorn, eyes whirling like maelstroms.

Nelras says, "Meanwhile, might I say that both of the teas here are absolutely wonderful, and a credit

to those who know how to create such wonderful combinations. Even though I have selected the orange-

blossom and pomegranate for now, I know that the auroral opal is also a fine choice."

A single, crystal clear note pierces the air as several wisps of silvery light drift in from the

east, coalescing into the form of Irillia.

Preceded by fragrant, lavender wind wisps, a pink-crowned paradise parrot with dusky, violet wings

of eventide arrives from the east in a graceful descent.

Irillia curtseys gracefully.

Irillia gives a bottle to Volucer.

Volucer shakes his head at Irillia.

Irillia Shevat smiles impishly and says to Volucer, "There you are, then. I hope that tea is fishy

enough for you."

Taking slow, gentle sips of the auroral opal oolong tea, Isune closes Her eyes to focus on tasting

the nuanced flavours with a soft smile playing upon Her lips as She breathes in the aroma at the 

same time.

Tribune of the Law, Misea says, "I did choose the auroral opal because reminded me of the Lady

Aesthete, and seemingly that was by design."

Misea chuckles softly.

Irillia Shevat smiles and says to Misea, "Indeed, that was a most perceptive choice."

With a grin while Her eyes exude a warmth, Isune, the Aesthete says to Misea, "It seems you have

found your way to My Canvas most appropriately then."

Maligorn takes an aerial tea cup of sapphire and empyrean blue glass from an exquisite, crystalline

table engraved with soaring swans.

Tribune of the Law, Misea says to Isune, "Thank You, Lady Isune. I have greatly enjoyed my time

there, thus far."

Inclining Her head in thanks, Isune, the Aesthete says to Irillia, "A most delightful choice, My

Renaissance. Beautifully subtle and complex with its floral and fruity notes. The oolong allows the 

natural additions to shine with its milder flavour."

Volucer stares around himself, "Huh, where did my fish tea go?"

A pink-crowned paradise parrot soars spectacularly through the air, her tail trailing streamers of

dazzling colour behind her.

Misea takes an aerial tea cup of sapphire and empyrean blue glass from an exquisite, crystalline

table engraved with soaring swans.

Misea takes a drink from an aerial tea cup of sapphire and empyrean blue glass.

Irillia Shevat says, "Oh, it seems I was rather loath to let go of it. Apologies, dear Volucer."

Irillia gives a bottle to Volucer.

Volucer looks inside a bottle and tilts his head to the side.

Nodding to himself pointedly, Volucer says, "Hmm, is it fish brew tea?"

Volucer exclaims, "It is it is!"

Nelras's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.

Nelras says, "While we are discussing such things as recipes, might I direct your attention towards the

platter which currently sits atop the table? Upon it, you will find the winning entry to the contest 

for a centerpiece of carved fruit."

Volucer eyes the bottle's opening and tilts it over his head and into his beak, accidentally taking

a fish brew tea bath with his drink.

Maligorn wrinkles his nose and sniffs.

Maligorn shakes his head.

Crackling purple-blue lightning tears across the Lusternian skies. Bizarre shapes fade in and out of

sight, their appearances incongruent with the familiar firmament above. Suddenly, strange bouncing 

balls fall out of the atmosphere towards the Basin of Life.

Glorious rays of morning light burst forth from Father Sun's crown as it peeks over the world's edge

, announcing a bright and shining new dawn.

Maligorn Shevat says to Nelras, "May I assume that these are also for eating, not just looking?"

Irillia takes a rosy salad cradling a cygnine carving from an ivory porcelain platter.

Maligorn takes a rosy salad cradling a cygnine carving from an ivory porcelain platter.

Misea takes a rosy salad cradling a cygnine carving from an ivory porcelain platter.

Misea proudly shows off a rosy salad cradling a cygnine carving:

Thin, petal-shaped slices of blushing guava fruit and white peach have

been assembled into a round, swirling pedestal. Encircled by a line of

raspberries, they sit upon the simple porcelain platter, a sweet sepal

for the painstakingly-carved watermelon centrepiece. Many of the

characteristically bold stripes have been chiselled away, leaving tiers

and tiers of almost lacy flesh and one unbroken, fragile layer that once

was the rind. The image upon the rosy melon is unmistakably that of a

swan in profile with its visible wing flaring up; its palest apple-green

plumage wraps a little around the melon as its darker tailfeathers sink

lower out of sight, making it look as if the avian has blossomed from

the watermelon flowers it cradles. The fruit flesh itself is practically

an ovoid tower of carved roses, seedless and succulent.

Nelras says, "The winning entry was created by the most wonderfully talented Xeii

Shevat." He pauses, smiling, before he adds, "And I assure you that my bias in that regard extends 

only to how I announce her victory, not to ensuring it in the first place."

Maligorn hums a happy tune.

Irillia turns a rosy salad cradling a cygnine carving slowly around and around in her hands,

admiring the cygnine carving with wide-eyed approbation.

Volucer flaps his wings and shakes his head, flicking fish brew tea everywhere and on everyone.

Misea chuckles long and heartily at Nelras.

Nelras says to Maligorn, "And yes, they are most certainly for eating."

Tribune of the Law, Misea says, "She did do a wonderful job."

Maligorn carefully shields his salad from the fish oil catastrophe.

"Volucer!" Irillia exclaims in protest, wrapping one wing close to her body to shield herself and

her salad from the shower of fish brew tea.

Volucer looks about in confusion.

Isune eyes Volucer sternly, "Volucer. Tsks."

Maligorn quickly devours a rosy salad cradling a cygnine carving.

Misea quietly dabs at some of the fishy tea that ends up on her outfit.

Maligorn Shevat says, "I do approve of this dish."

Nelras ducks out of the way of the flying tea, before having to wipe some of it

from his wings all the same. He casts a slightly irritated look towards Volucer before saying to 

Maligorn, "I shall let her know."

Elegantly waves a hand around the attendees, Isune graciously twirls a finger around each person and

bird to evaporate the flecks of fish tea... and its accompanying smell.

Irillia Shevat says to Nelras, "It is beautiful indeed. I will guess from the craftsmanship that it is

the work of your lady wife?"

Volucer says, "Oh, uh, oops?"

Smiling, Nelras says to Irillia, "Indeed it is."

Irillia Shevat says to Isune, "Thank You, Lady Isune. That cleansing was most welcome."

(The Canvas): You say, "Thank You, Lady Isune. That could have been quite unpleasant, had we had to

stay here like that."

Nelras nods his agreement.

Irillia takes a porcelain tea cup embellished with golden feathers from an exquisite, crystalline

table engraved with soaring swans.

Tribune of the Law, Misea says, "Indeed, though I am glad Volucer is enjoying his party refreshments

too."

Nelras says to Volucer, "It is generous of you to wish to share, but we have plenty of our own tea.

Thank you all the same, but there truly is no need."

Volucer says, "Well, I guess, how else can I convince you that my very best fish brew tea is best?"

Volucer hums a happy tune.

Nelras whispers to Volucer, "If you convinced us of that, there would be less for you. We could hardly

do that, now could we?"

Volucer ponders the situation.

Maligorn takes a drink from an aerial tea cup of sapphire and empyrean blue glass.

Volucer bobs his head slightly.

The sun reaches the zenith of the firmament, pausing in his quest to allow the land to bask in his

shining golden rays.

Volucer says, "This is true."

Irillia Shevat looks thoughtful and says, "I suppose I have heard folktales telling of fish raining

from the sky, so I suppose that fish tea raining upon shouldn't have been too terribly unexpected."

Tribune of the Law, Misea says, "If bouncing balls can rain from the sky, fish does not seem so

farfecthed."

Misea takes a drink from an aerial tea cup of sapphire and empyrean blue glass.

Irillia nods her head at Misea.

Nelras

Politely taking another sip of tea before turning to Misea, Isune lowers Her cup and asks, "So tell

us about yourself, dear Tribune. What brought you to Me and Mine?"

Irillia seems to flicker briefly as if her very link with reality is somehow changing, and then

disappears from sight.

A sapphire rose thunderbird glides in a precise arc, causing the aether to spark and crackle with

atmospheric instability.

Misea settles an aerial tea cup of sapphire and empyrean blue glass back down, looking thoughtful as

she considers Isune's question, "Ah... well, I found things quite confusing after I stepped out of 

the Portal, I admit. Everything seemed strangely foreign to me, but as I became reacquainted with 

Hallifax, I did meet Nelras here and we often talked about You and Your tenents. I found a calling 

there, especially once I spoke with You and became involved in this party... it spoke to the artist 

I did not quite realize I had within my soul."

Continuing the hunt for his dark mate, Father Sun presses forward in his journey, lowering himself

in the sky yet still casting even, full light upon the land.

Pondering the words and weighing them carefully before speaking, Isune, the Aesthete says, "Indeed?

Which of My tenets calls most to you, little one? What path amongst Mine would you walk?"

Nelras takes another drink from a porcelain tea cup embellished with golden

feathers. He smiles reassuringly at Misea as she speaks, before turning his attention back to Isune.

Misea draws her lips together in thought, "I have been considering that. They all are a part of me

and I hope to explore them all more, though I think perhaps Beauty is the one that calls to me the 

most."

Irillia gives a brief but approving nod.

A bemused expression grows on Her face, Isune purses Her lips in thought, "Beauty, My one tenet that

seems so easy to know, yet it is more complex and nuanced than the straight definition. What exactly 

of Beauty draws you?"

Isune flicks Her eyes briefly at Maligorn and nods subtly in approval.

Maligorn taps his nose knowingly.

Shadows grow longer in anticipation for the return of their dark mistress as Father Sun's chase

brings him closer to the world's edge.

Irillia Shevat smiles and says to Misea, "I do hope that you are not feeling too on-the-spot...I

believe that is the right expression...with these questions, posed by Lady Isune Herself, no less."

Tribune of the Law, Misea says, "I know it seems the easiest to understand at the surface, but it is

also far more than the way something appears. It is about finding the Beauty in all things, 

attaining a state of being that encompasses it. Being compassionate, being generous and giving parts 

of yourself to achieve Beauty."

Tribune of the Law, Misea says to Irillia, "Ah, no, I do not mind. I have been studying and thinking

on it for some time, so I do not mind. I also enjoy hearing what others, and what Lady Isune Herself 

might think of my, hm, observations."

Pursing Her lips carefully, not in displeasure but consideration as Her tone turns slightly more

formal, Isune, the Aesthete says, "It is a close or approximate understanding. But, your early 

learning with My Canvas should broaden the concept."

Her voice returning to something more mischievous and amused, Isune, the Aesthete says, "It is well

you can be so composed. I do expect My own to be quite the model of composure and poise no matter 

the trouble of hearth or heart."

emote gives a slight smile and a subtle nod of his head.

You have emoted: Nelras gives a slight smile and a subtle nod of his head.

Irillia nods her head in agreement.

Maligorn twiddles his thumbs.

Misea's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

Tribune of the Law, Misea says, "I look forward to learning more on it."

Nelras tells Tribune of the Law, Misea, "If you wish to speak more about Beauty, we can. In truth though

, Irillia would be one of the best people you might speak to on that particular subject. I believe 

that she even wrote about it."

Motes around the Lady Aesthete sparkle with Her unrestrained, iridescent amusement.

Isune nods Her head sagely at you.

Misea tells Nelras, "I would like to speak with you both, at some point."

Nelras tells Tribune of the Law, Misea, "Of course."

Irillia Shevat smiles and says to Misea, "You certainly are carrying yourself with far more

confidence than I possessed at your age. And with more wisdom as well, given how much of an 

understanding you have already shown of Lady Isune's tenets."

Tribune of the Law, Misea (Female Human).

She is 21 years old, having been born on the 9th of Juliary, 484 years after the Coming of Estarra.

...

Only barely hiding a smile behind Her teacup as She raises it to sip but taking time to speak before

sipping, Isune, the Aesthete says to Irillia, "Perhaps, My dearest Renaissance you might offer your 

thoughts to the young Tribune?"

Isune takes a long, slow sip upon Her oolong tea with eyes sparkling from behind the cup at Irillia

with pride and encouragement.

Tribune of the Law, Misea says to Irillia, "I have had lots of guidance already, so I am lucky.

Otherwise I might still be stumbling around and confused."

Irillia's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

Inclining her head, Irillia murmurs in a low voice, "As you say, Lady Isune." Turning to Misea, she

continues, "I do not know what guidance I can offer that you have not already received, but I do 

applaud your understanding that the three tenets of Lady Isune are inextricably intertwined with 

each other. To follow one tenet is to honour all three, ideally, in some form or another."

Her voice taking on a faintly lecturing tone, Irillia Shevat says, "The Beauty of Lady Isune is

indeed more than a matter of physical appearance. It is beauty that encompasses Compassion and joy, 

rather than encouraging suffering or corruption. It is a celebration of the Higher Emotions of 

honour, selfless devotion, and love."

Misea listens thoughtfully, nodding to Irillia.

Nelras listens intently as Irillia speaks.

Irillia Shevat says, "And sometimes, it may certainly require Sacrifice to achieve such Beauty. But

it is a Sacrifice that we should gladly make, to drive back despair and fill others with hope and 

inspiration."

The light spread of cloud overhead fluffs up into sparse cotton bodies.

Midnight shadows coalesce around a new day, and Mother Night embraces the land in utter darkness.

It is now the 22nd of Juliary, 505 years after the Coming of Estarra.

Misea nods her head in agreement.

Tribune of the Law, Misea says, "I like the complexity of it, admittedly. That is much more than it

appears on the surface, much like true Beauty itself."

Tribune of the Law, Misea says, "Though, I think we do have a more literal interpretation of it

coming up in our costume contest."

Misea chuckles long and heartily.

Nodding in acknowledgement, Irillia Shevat says, "It would not be a fitting Hallifaxian Order if its

tenets did not force you to think, instead of simply following mindlessly."

Irillia Shevat laughingly says, "Ah, was there a formal contest as part of the gala? I thought it

was simply strongly recommended that we all come in avian-themed attire."

Nelras says to Irillia, "Indeed, and none would say that our Lady's Order is not fitting."

A pink-crowned paradise parrot soars spectacularly through the air, her tail trailing streamers of

dazzling colour behind her.

Isune beams broadly at Irillia.

Nelras says, "There was, although it does not matter so much with so few of us here. All the

same..."

Tribune of the Law, Misea says, "We can at least show off what we dressed up in, if nothing else."

Nelras nods his head at Misea.

Addressing those who have come in costume, as well as the Lady Isune, Nelras asks,

"Since there are not many of us, would there be any objection if we simply admired the costumes and 

split the prize between us all?"

Irillia Shevat says, "I suppose I could not possibly object. What was the intended prize, out of

curiosity?"

Maligorn coughs softly.

Maligorn Shevat says, "I was unaware of the...costume portion. I have not dressed up, so please, do

exclude me from any prize winnings."

Nelras says to Irillia, "I was going to provide a number of credits, perhaps thirty for this and then

for the next contest as well. Yes, there is another contest, even though it was not announced."

Nelras says, "Some for the next contest, that is. A lower amount, perhaps fifteen would do?"

With some delighted encouragement, Isune, the Aesthete says, "Perhaps, if not a themed contest, a

fashion regalia of what you each are wearing would be most entertaining?"

Motes around the Lady Aesthete sparkle with Her unrestrained, iridescent amusement.

Misea nods her head emphatically.

Nelras says, "Indeed, that could well work. Would You still be willing to pass comment then, since You

were going to judge the original contest?"

With a soft chuckle, Isune, the Aesthete says, "I shall offer commentary then."

Raising one hand to his face, Nelras carefully adjusts a dignified royal blue

peacock mask. "Thank You, Lady Isune."

Hiding a smile with her hand, Irillia Shevat says, "I am sure the rest of us will offer commentary

too, whether it is solicited or not."

Isune's eyes sparkle with amusement at Irillia.

Curwa tells Nelras, "My apologies, but where precisely is the Gala being held?"

Nelras tells Minister Curwa, "Here, in the Aerie's grounds. We are still here."

Nelras tells Minister Curwa, "Do you wish to join us? You can teleport if you do."

Nelras says, "We might well have another guest joining us."

Among the sparkling motes of light, a translucent figure appears in the air and then quickly

solidifies as Curwa comes into view.

Nelras bows respectfully to Curwa.

Curwa curtseys gracefully.

Maligorn nods his head emphatically.

Curwa bows respectfully to Isune.

Misea curtseys gracefully before Curwa.

Irillia curtseys gracefully before Curwa.

Irillia Shevat says, "Greetings, Minister."

Nelras says to Curwa, "We were just discussing that we might simply split the prize for the costume

contest, since there are not so many of us. Is that alright with you, Minister?"

Nelras says, "That is not, of course, to say that the costumes will not be appreciated as they aught to

be."

Cheerfully, Minister Curwa says, "Good morning, Dignitary!"

Minister Curwa says to you, "I have no initial objections to the thought. Though, I don't know who

else has a costume..."

Curwa casts her gaze around, obviously curious.

Looking over at Curwa, Isune ponders a moment, "An interesting choice. You remind Me of a canary,

dear."

Tribune of the Law, Misea says, "Hm, Lady Irillia and Lord Nelras, I believe. Myself."

Curwa beams broadly at Isune.

Minister Curwa says to Isune, "What better for a miner's daughter, Lady Aesthete?"

Irillia Shevat says, "Ah! That is a clever thought, indeed."

Nelras tells Tribune of the Law, Misea, "I am no lord, although I would thank you all the same."

Eyes alighting with understanding as a smile spreads across Her face, Isune, the Aesthete says, "Oh

how clever. Lovely, indeed."

Maligorn nods solemnly.

Misea tells you, "I called Volucer a Sir and he looked at me funny, so might as well continue the

trend."

The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across Nelras's lips.

With a mixture of warmth and pride, Isune, the Aesthete says to Nelras, "I must say, My Silvern Legate,

your peacock costume could only be rivaled had your wife attended to be your match."

Motes around the Lady Aesthete sparkle with Her unrestrained, iridescent amusement.

Nelras says to Isune, "I truly wish that she had, Lady Aesthete, for she did indeed have the matching

costume."

Irillia Shevat says, "Ah, that would have made a striking pair, certainly."

Misea fluffs the skirt of a feathered, dove-grey gown of pearlescent silks and chiffon, smoothing

the feathers, "Mine is a dove. A mourning dove, more specifically, though it is much lovelier than 

the name suggests."

Isune nods Her head sagely at Irillia.

Sunlight billows across the realm, revealing the full glory of the majestic sun's luminous presence

as he climbs higher into the sky.

Nelras says, "As is only to be expected, she looks far finer in hers than I in mine, even despite the

striking colours of the bird mine is modeled after."

Isune, the Aesthete says to Misea, "Your impression of a dove is quite complete. I have seen its

equal only one other time... though it is a shame the one who wore it is no longer among My Canvas."

Isune purses Her lips pensively, gazing off into the distance as She carefully gathers Her thoughts.

Tribune of the Law, Misea says, "I am sorry to hear that. Lady Zyphora is quite talented on many

fronts though, it seems."

Irillia blinks.

Tribune of the Law, Misea says, "Tea and outfits."

Comprehension flashes across Nelras's face.

Irillia Shevat says, "I suppose Lady Zyphora is no longer part of the Canvas...but..."

Tribune of the Law, Misea says, "Oh, I did not mean she was the one Lady Isune meant..."

Comprehension flashes across Irillia's face.

Maligorn's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Tribune of the Law, Misea says, "That was just a poor combination of sentences."

Eyes sparkling with bemusement at the assumption, Isune, the Aesthete says, "Lady Zyphora is not My

Sun-in-Glory for nothing, of course. I have exquisite taste."

Regaining her composure, Irillia nods and smiles in sincere agreement in Isune's direction.

(Hallifax): Maligorn says, "As I do sense more citizens awake, I'd love to invite you all to the

continuing Gala."

Her expression darkening and growing stern, Isune, the Aesthete says, "The last who wore the dove

departed My Canvas and the Collective both. Well, perhaps it is more technical to say she thought to 

sneak away from the Collective and I offered correction of her assumption that she could remain with 

Me and Mine."

Isune clears Her throat.

(Hallifax): Misea says, "Feel free to bring your favorite avian companion as well."

Lowering his gaze slightly, Nelras says, "It is most unfortunate that it came to that."

Waving Her hand to dismiss the unwelcome thought, Isune turns to Misea, "Let not My words detract

from the care and attention to your costume. You have executed it quite well."

A sudden gale sweeps across the area, stirring dust and plucking at clothing as Tambador steps out

of the winds themselves.

Nelras bows respectfully to Tambador.

With a flourish of his arm, Tambador bows deeply.

Tambador Zayah says, "Greetings all."

Curwa raises her hand in greeting to Tambador and says "Hello!"

Tribune of the Law, Misea says to Isune, "Thank you, Lady Isune. I am sorry to have brought up

unpleasant thoughts though."

Tambador bows respectfully to Isune.

Nelras says to Tambador, "Greetings, and thank you for coming. I am glad that you could make it."

Tambador Zayah asks Misea, "Did you mention me?"

Misea curtseys gracefully before Tambador.

Tambador utters a deep, rumbling laugh.

Curwa gives a trillingly melodic laugh.

Tribune of the Law, Misea says to Tambador, "Not even!"

Clearing her throat quietly, Irillia holds out her arms slightly to either side and turns in a slow

half-circle, letting her skirts swirl around her. "Finally, I came clad rather unimaginatively in 

the colours of a bird-of-paradise, patterned specifically after the guise that the Lady Aesthete 

takes at times."

Tambador Zayah says to Misea, "I accel at self deprication."

Nelras says to Irillia, "Perhaps it may be unimaginative, if you say so, but it certainly is executed

well."

Curwa nods her head at Nelras.

Tribune of the Law, Misea says to Irillia, "She did help to encourage this party in such a guise."

Tribune of the Law, Misea says, "So it seems very appropriate."

Irillia Shevat smiles and says, "Ah, then it is more appropriate than I expected."

Misea nods her head emphatically.

Isune beams brightly at Irillia in appreciation with a nod, "Ever lovely My Renaissance for even

without a 'costume' you are representative of Me and Mine wholly."

Tambador slips into an empyreal stole fringed with dawn-cast flame.

Tongues of morning flame flare round Tambador at the stole's touch, shrouding him completely as a

magnificent white falcon shields him under its mighty wings. As the avian image vanishes in a 

spectacle of feathers and ash, a knight of the White Falcons emerges from the smoke, newly-forged.

Raising Her cup of oolong tea in a left hand, Isune flicks Her right hand in its direction causing

the cup to fade away into the ether.

Minister Curwa says, "Are we certain that is the last costume?"

Irillia Shevat says, "Ah, and now we have a falcon to complete the set of avian costumes."

The corners of Tambador's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.

Minister Curwa says, "Ha. I was just about to ask if he'd recently gotten religion."

Maligorn Shevat says, "I suppose I am still wearing my wonderful hummingbird stole."

Tribune of the Law, Misea says, "Maligorn is also a hummingbird, so really everyone is in

appropriate costume."

Misea nods her head at Maligorn.

Tambador Zayah says, "Since I was unaware and did not prepare something I'll be clothed by the

Lady's stole."

Nelras nods his head at Misea.

Irillia Shevat laughingly says, "Ah, I did not even realise it was a stole! Every few minutes I kept

thinking I was glimpsing Arizh herself out of the corner of my eye."

A sapphire rose thunderbird glides in a precise arc, causing the aether to spark and crackle with

atmospheric instability.

Nelras says, "While we are splitting the prize for the best costume, there is another contest which must

also be judged. This is, after all, a bird party, and so it is only appropriate that there is a 

contest for the best bird. A contest which Volucer has most graciously agreed to judge rather than 

win."

Curwa gives a trillingly melodic laugh.

Comprehension flashes across Misea's face.

Irillia looks about herself, rubbing her chin thoughtfully.

Irillia urges a pink-crowned paradise parrot onwards.

A pink-crowned paradise parrot lazily draws her wings to and fro through the air, fanning them

slowly.

Tribune of the Law, Misea says to a glistening, vestal swan graced with gossamer cloud wings, "Do

your best, and don't bite anyone."

The corners of Maligorn's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.

Nelras reaches down, petting a crepuscular dream phoenix with musical wings of

crystalline filaments and urging her forwards. She takes a few hesitant steps, glancing back to 

Nelras before joining the other birds.

Maligorn pats a sapphire rose thundebird's head, allowing it to confidently soar into the collective

of avians with the sound of distant thunderclaps.

Irillia Shevat smiles impishly and says to Misea, "Excellent advice at just about any time, for

anyone, I think."

Irillia gently smooths an errant feather atop the head of a pink-crowned paradise parrot, before

critically plucking a slightly wilted lavender wind wisp from among those dancing about the parrot's 

silhouette in sporadic arcs.

Isune, the Aesthete says, "Unfortunately, My dears, I must turn My attention elsewhere. But, I was

so pleased to see this gathering."

Curwa waves goodbye.

Tambador bows respectfully to Isune.

Nelras says, "Once again, thank You for gracing us with Your presence, Lady Isune."

Minister Curwa says, "Farewell! It has been a rare treat meeting You!"

Misea curtseys gracefully.

Smiling graciously, Isune takes a moment to look deeply into each of your eyes, Her thoughts and

words for you alone as Her blessing warms you from within.

The favour of Isune has worn off.

Isune, the Aesthete has bestowed Her divine truefavour upon you. It will last for 12 months.

Tambador blushes at Isune furiously.

Nelras smiles softly.

Maligorn nods his head at Isune.

Tribune of the Law, Misea says, "Thank You, Lady Aesthete."

With a flourish of her arm, Misea bows deeply.

Isune smiles warmly and nods to Herself as She looks to the sky, leaving a shower of light in Her

wake.

Bathed in dawn-hued radiance, a paradise birds soars overhead, every feather and pinion gleaming.

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Enfolding prismatic wings, Isune evanesces into gossamer ribbons of iridescent light resembling

colourful, soaring birds.

Like day fading into dusk, you feel the Lady Aesthete's presence withdrawing with a final bright

mote of cheery luminscence at your cheek.

Tambador Zayah says, "I Need to attend to something as well."

The winds murmur and stir as Tambador tilts his head as if hearing an unseen voice.

The gale surges and howls to a crescendo, consuming Tambador in a fierce whirlwind.

A glistening, vestal swan graced with gossamer cloud wings dips her head low.

Volucer shuffles around circling all the other inferior birds in attendance.

Volucer tenses his talons and draws himself up slightly.

A sapphire rose thunderbird glides in a precise arc, causing the aether to spark and crackle with

atmospheric instability.

Shadows grow longer in anticipation for the return of their dark mistress as Father Sun's chase

brings him closer to the world's edge.

Volucer says to you, "What criteria can I use? None of them smell like fish."

Tribune of the Law, Misea says, "Demetra does like a good fish."

Nelras says to Volucer, "Their plumage, perhaps, although really you are the one who would know."

Irillia Shevat says to Volucer, "Volucer, you are judging them on beauty and presentation, not on

how much you'd like to eat them."

Misea chuckles long and heartily.

Nelras nods his head at Irillia.

Tribune of the Law, Misea says, "That is a good way to put it."

Nelras says to Irillia, "Thank you for making that clear beforehand, rather than after."

Volucer says, "...Hm, but I like eating beautiful fish too?"

Wincing slightly, Irillia Shevat says to you, "Oh, my. Yes, that would have been disastrous indeed."

Nelras says to Volucer, "But there are birds, not fish."

Tribune of the Law, Misea says, "Sadly we did not prepare a fish pagaent for this party..."

Volucer says, "Shouldn't a proper bird smell like fish? Good healthy diet and all?"

As the sun passes below the horizon's edge, Mother Night unveils her terrible, shadowy beauty,

spreading darkness across the land.

Minister Curwa says, "...does that mean that the finest bird is, in fact, a flying fish?"

Opening his mouth wide, Volucer gapes in wonder.

Volucer says, "Yes, please! Where is the flying fish?"

Curwa gives a trillingly melodic laugh.

Minister Curwa says, "I haven't the slightest idea, I'm afraid."

Tribune of the Law, Misea says, "Oh dear. Well, perhaps choose which bird would make the best flying

fish?"

Volucer eyes Curwa with a grump.

After letting out a startled laugh, Irillia ponders for a few moments in thought and murmurs at last

, "Somewhere in New Celest, perhaps?"

Volucer stalks over to a sapphire rose thunderbird and examines the plumage like a good, fair judge.

Volucer opens his wings wide and compares them, looking from his own to the thunderbird's a moment

then pokes a sapphire rose thunderbird with the smooth side of his claw.

Misea shoos a glistening, vestal swan graced with gossamer cloud wings forward to join the other

birds to be judged.

Volucer ponders a sapphire rose thunderbird thoughtfully, looking him up and down.

Across the heavens, the stars and moon challenge night's dark reign, revealing familiar

constellations that tell the tales of myth and legend.

Volucer shuffles over to a glistening, vestal swan graced with gossamer cloud wings and does the

same examination.

A glistening, vestal swan graced with gossamer cloud wings ruffles her feathers.

Volucer clips his beak together, making a quiet clicking sound.

Volucer grabs an errant feather on a glistening, vestal swan graced with gossamer cloud wings and

plucks it before moving off with a huff.

Misea lifts a hand to try and hide a small smile.

Nelras says to Volucer, "I suggest you not try that with my phoenix, you might hurt your beak."

Volucer stares down a crepuscular dream phoenix with musical wings of crystalline filaments and

grumps, "You are a noisy bird. Hmph."

Volucer performs the same examination anyway, measuring himself against a crepuscular dream phoenix

with musical wings of crystalline filaments.

A crepuscular dream phoenix with musical wings of crystalline filaments exhales, and her breath

rushes out in a cloud of twinkling dream motes that wink out of existence as they cascade down.

Volucer lays his ears back and relaxes, his eyes lidding halfway.

Volucer tilts his head at a pink-crowned paradise parrot and walks over towards the bird, "This one

is small, I could fit her in my beak easy?"

Volucer says, "If that's the last one, I could help the competition that way."

Volucer nods solemnly.

Irillia gives a horrified gasp.

Maligorn Shevat says, "I think that it would be best if you didn't do that."

Nelras say to Volucer, "Eating the contestants is not a good way to help the competition."

Irillia Shevat says, "I will never make you any more fish tea, ever, if you even attempted it."

Volucer gives a horrified gasp.

Tribune of the Law, Misea says, "Sounds like a bad idea indeed."

A pink-crowned paradise parrot eyes Volucer warily, before launching into what it fondly imagines to

be an aria of melodiously trilling notes. Unfortunately, given the mechanics of the parrot's beak 

and throat, the aria emerges as a series of loud squawks, causing Irillia to let out the faintest of 

resigned sighs.

Volucer stares implacably at a pink-crowned paradise parrot.

Volucer says to a pink-crowned paradise parrot, "You sing horribly."

Volucer says to a pink-crowned paradise parrot, "I like you."

Volucer says, "That little horribly singing one wins. It reminds me of a flying fish and it's tiny

enough to fit in my beak."

Midnight shadows coalesce around a new day, and Mother Night embraces the land in utter darkness.

It is now the 23rd of Juliary, 505 years after the Coming of Estarra.

Curwa gives a trillingly melodic laugh.

Volucer puffs up his chest proudly as if he just did the most amazing thing ever.

Misea giggles happily.

Irillia blinks.

Nelras says, "Even if that is the reason, it is still a deserving winner."

Maligorn Shevat says, "I'll remember this."

Irillia Shevat says, "I...I don't feel if that is quite the compliment that you think it might be."

Maligorn frowns and shakes his fist angrily.

Tribune of the Law, Misea says, "Indeed, congratulations on... all that."

Minister Curwa says, "A remarkable upset. I would never have imagined this result."

Maligorn wraps a comforting arm around a sapphire rose thunderbird.

A sapphire rose thunderbird fixes his cloudy gaze upon Maligorn, eyes whirling like maelstroms.

Misea pats a glistening, vestal swan graced with gossamer cloud wings in a friendly manner.

A glistening, vestal swan graced with gossamer cloud wings lifts her wings coyly at Misea.

Tribune of the Law, Misea says to a glistening, vestal swan graced with gossamer cloud wings, "You

didn't bite him, I'm proud of you."

Irillia gives a pink-crowned paradise parrot the once-over, eyeing her suspiciously.

A pink-crowned paradise parrot chatters pleasantly at Irillia, nuzzling fondly against her cheek.

pet phoenix

Nelras pets a crepuscular dream phoenix with musical wings of crystalline filaments ingratiatingly.

Quietly, Nelras says to a crepuscular dream phoenix with musical wings of crystalline filaments, "Yes,

you can return to the stables now if you wish."

Nelras says, "With that, I believe we have just about reached the conclusion of this gala. Once again,

thank you all for coming. Please, do feel free to help youself to some more refreshments or to enjoy 

the Aerie gardens."

Maligorn nods his head at Nelras.

Tribune of the Law, Misea says, "Thank you, and please enjoy all the tea you'd like. As well as cake

and fruit salad."

Maligorn Shevat says, "It was a fine gathering, Nelras."

Misea takes a drink from an aerial tea cup of sapphire and empyrean blue glass.

Maligorn takes a vermillion sphere cup cake from a latticework vermeil tray.

Maligorn consumes a vermillion sphere cup cake leisurely, seeming to enjoy every bite.

Nelras says to Maligorn, "I am glad that you could make it."

Curwa takes a rosy salad cradling a cygnine carving from an ivory porcelain platter.

Irillia Shevat says, "Thank you both very much for organising this event."

Maligorn Shevat says, "Me too!"

Xeii

So glad to see it all went down well Also, fireworks