Golas, Eilir, Calythan, Zinnaella, and Zouviqil, sitting in a manse. Altogether, what's the chance?

Zouviqil

A bloom filled courtyard.

You see a single exit leading up.

You hear a timid little sound like the tapping of a tiny hand upon a door.

You blink.

You perk your ears up as an errant topic catches your interest.

You scent at the air, your skilled nose picking up the faint traces of others in

the surrounding area.

You make out the scent of Golas coming from A bloom filled courtyard.

Lodge Keeper Golas Myeras, Jaguar Scout asks, "Come in?"

Lodge Keeper Golas Myeras, Jaguar Scout has lost you.

You tilt your head curiously at Golas.

You scent at the air, your skilled nose picking up the faint traces of others in

the surrounding area.

You make out the scent of Golas coming from A bloom filled courtyard.

After a long, polite pause, the tap becomes a more confident knock.

You ask Golas, "Expecting a guest?"

You see Lodge Keeper Golas Myeras, Jaguar Scout yell, "Come in."

Lodge Keeper Golas Myeras, Jaguar Scout says to you, "I don't have a door."

Shyly, a little fae tip-toes into the room.

"eilir173914"             Eilir the Fae

"Be right back!" Golas cries.

Barely the height of a small faeling, this slender fae has the characteristic 

angled features of her kind, with large luminous eyes that change according to 

her mood between the green of moonhart leaves and the blue of a cloudless sky. 

Though she often seems content, her expression shifts rapidly, now happy and now

surprised, matching the inner whimsy of her thoughts. A faint glow lights up her

alabaster skin and sets her straw-coloured hair alight like a flame about her 

head. Nothing adorns the contours of her form but a twist of silvery fabric 

pinned closed at one shoulder with a flower much akin to a rose. Translucent 

wings unfold behind her, butterfly-like and yet covered with patterns of colour 

that shift like the mercury of her thoughts.

Golas leaves to the ether.

You blink.

Eilir the Fae squeaks in fright.

You say to Eilir the Fae, "Hello there!"

Eilir the Fae exclaims, "He left!"

Golas arrives in a cone of sparkling light.

Golas bows respectfully to Eilir the Fae.

Joyfully, Eilir the Fae exclaims, "Golas!"

Lodge Keeper Golas Myeras, Jaguar Scout says to Eilir the Fae, "Greetings, 

Eilir."

Eilir the Fae says, "Thank you for letting me in. The Lady said I should always,

always knock."

Matter-of-fact, Eilir the Fae says, "It's important to be polite."

Comprehension flashes across your face.

You ask, "Speaking of being polite, should I depart so you two may speak with 

each other in private?"

Lodge Keeper Golas Myeras, Jaguar Scout says to Eilir the Fae, "You Don't have 

to knock to enter my Home Eilir, your free to come and go as you please."

Shyly, Eilir the Fae says, "Thank you."

A gust of cold, wintry air preludes a whispered and curious voice, "What is that

little petal thing?"

Eilir the Fae squeaks in fright.

Golas tells you, "You can stay if you wish?"

Eilir the Fae darts behind Golas in a flash and buries her face in the small of 

his back.

You blink.

With a flourish, Golas draws a ruby-pommeled klangaxe of the Serenguard from a 

forest-green leather frogge.

Silver frost wreathes the courtyard in dense coils. Your breath hangs in the air

as Calythan, the Morning Frost manifests, an inquisitive smile on his face.

He is a radiant immortal and is made up of the silver frosts that linger on the 

morning flora. His icy skin, tinged a pale blue in hue, shimmers with a glossy 

radiance as the delicate frosts that hold him together collect with moisture 

from the atmosphere. Long, thin limbs stretch out from a slender torso and a 

fall of silver speckled hair dances around his body as it continuously melts and

reforms. Bright silver eyes, gentle and introspective, gaze steadily at the 

world from the face of a curious sprite, and a set of ethereal wings stretch out

behind him in an array of silvers and blues. A crisp breeze follows him wherever

he goes. He is wearing frost-touched robes of ornate silver, a frost-touched 

cluster of snapdragons, a frosted silver pocket watch, a cloak of woven dew 

drops, a frost-touched iris, a frozen leaf glowing with a silver light and a 

silver bracelet of snowflakes.

Golas bows respectfully to Calythan.

You smile and say to Calythan, "Calythan! Hello again!"

His voice a thousand clattering branches, Calythan, the Morning Frost says, 

"Hello! What is this thing you have, little flowers?"

Lodge Keeper Golas Myeras, Jaguar Scout says to Calythan, "Greetings, Calythan."

Calythan, the Morning Frost giggles happily and bounds into the air.

Calythan, the Morning Frost floats lazily in circles, peering at Eilir 

curiously.

You ask, "Thing?"

You tilt your head curiously.

You open your mouth but say nothing.

You say, "I see four people here. No things."

Your mouth turns up as your face breaks into a smile.

Eilir the Fae peevishly says, muffled against Golas's back, "Who's this cold 

man?"

Nodding matter-of-factly, Calythan, the Morning Frost says, "Yes, the little 

petal thing with the thing thing."

Lodge Keeper Golas Myeras, Jaguar Scout says to Eilir the Fae, "A servant of the

Divines Eilir."

Eilir the Fae says, "None of you are cold! Why is he cold?"

Calythan giggles happily.

A splash of ice and frost escapes from Calythan as he wheels lower to inspect 

Eilir's hair.

Gently, you say to Eilir the Fae, "He is cold for the same reason you are small.

Some people are just the way they are."

Eilir the Fae squeaks again and escapes her hiding place, choosing inside to 

throw herself into Zouviqil's arms, as though willing to embrace a stranger 

rather than a strange person.

With a flourish, Golas slips a ruby-pommeled klangaxe of the Serenguard into a 

forest-green leather frogge.

A note of recognition in his voice, Calythan, the Morning Frost says, "It feels 

like a little bit of Someone's garden."

Calythan, the Morning Frost alights gently upon the ground and walks slowly 

toward you like a child stalking a kitten.

Zouviqil gently catches Eilir the Fae in her arms, gently 

holding the fae to her in a warm, secure embrace. Her grip is loose enough that 

Eilir may move about or break free, if she wishes.

Lodge Keeper Golas Myeras, Jaguar Scout says to Calythan, "I believe Eilir was 

born in Lady Maylea's temple, before I joined her order."

Eilir the Fae lays her head against Zouviqil's shoulder as though feeling safe, 

but turns to watch Calythan cautiously.

His eyes narrowed with intense scrutiny, Calythan, the Morning Frost says, "It 

has petals and things, but it is small and not a flower. Its seedling must have 

been a little soggy?"

"Ok!" Golas exclaims.

With a flourish, Golas draws a ruby-pommeled klangaxe of the Serenguard from a 

forest-green leather frogge.

Standing her ground, holding Eilir to her, you say to Calythan, "Calythan, 

please be patient with Eilir."

Golas positions himself in front of Eilir the Fae, prepared to ward off all 

dangers.

Understanding dawning across his featuers, Calythan, the Morning Frost says, 

"Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhh."

Giggling happily and clapping his hands, Calythan, the Morning Frost says, "It's

the Mayflower's little plant!"

Quite peevish now, Eilir the Fae exclaims, "I'm a flower!"

Smiling happily, Calythan, the Morning Frost says, "I once danced with the 

Feathertree next to the blossom. It's very beautiful."

Crossing his arms and tilting his head, his sprite-like eyes huge, Calythan, the

Morning Frost says, "It didn't talk as much then, though."

Suddenly bewildered, Eilir the Fae says, "I didn't... no, the Lady gave me 

words... you danced, did you say?"

Moondrop Zouviqil Myeras, the High Wisdom's Apprentice looks 

down at Eilir, then back at Calythan, listening to them converse.

A look of longing in his eyes, Calythan, the Morning Frost says, "Yes. She 

danced beautifully with the frost."

Eilir the Fae slides from Zouviqil's arms slowly.

His head still tilted at an uncomfortable angle, his eyes deep in thought, 

Calythan, the Morning Frost says, "She was so graceful. It was so fun dancing 

with a Tree."

Eilir the Fae says, "I couldn't see very well..."

Nodding, Eilir the Fae says, "Comes from not having eyes."

Calythan, the Morning Frost snaps out of his reverie with a start and glances 

down at Eilir.

Calythan nods his head sagely at Eilir the Fae.

Reassuringly, you say to Eilir the Fae, "But surely, you felt it in you, and in 

your roots."

Beaming, Calythan, the Morning Frost says, "Well, your eyes are very eye-shaped 

now."

Agreeably, Eilir the Fae says, "They are useful for eye-things."

Nodding happily, Calythan, the Morning Frost says, "Eyes are fun. I just got 

mine, too!"

Gesturing down, Eilir the Fae exclaims, "And I have this, too. I can go where I 

go. I came and knocked, and Golas let me in!"

Eilir the Fae beams broadly at Golas.

Counting on his fingers, Calythan, the Morning Frost says, "Well, maybe some 

years ago now, but really before, I was just frost."

Calythan claps his hands together merrily.

Nodding with excitement, Calythan, the Morning Frost says, "And can you do 

this?"

Calythan, the Morning Frost leaps into the air and hovers, his wings holding him

aloft with grace.

Dejectedly, Eilir the Fae says, "No..."

Calythan ponders the situation.

Eilir the Fae says, "See, look, I have these things..."

Lodge Keeper Golas Myeras, Jaguar Scout says to Eilir the Fae, "It will come 

with time."

Eilir the Fae whirls about in a circle once, twice, as though trying to see her 

wings up close.

Calythan, the Morning Frost lets himself fall to the ground on his rear end with

a flop.

Eilir the Fae gives a pained sigh.

Eilir the Fae exclaims, "They're so silly. I can't lie flat!"

Calythan, the Morning Frost says, "Well, it's ok, little petals. The flowers 

can't fly like we can, either."

Calythan ponders Eilir the Fae thoughtfully, looking her up and down.

Eilir the Fae exclaims, "Bubbles said he would teach me!"

His sprite-like eyes huge with an idea, Calythan, the Morning Frost says, 

"Maybe...maybe we're from the same batch of seeds!"

Calythan, the Morning Frost says, "Or maybe some other kind of seed. Or maybe we

have the same age?"

Peering at Eilir carefully, Calythan, the Morning Frost says, "What's your 

earliest memory?"

Zouviqil watches, turning her head to each as they talk.

Slowly, Eilir the Fae says, "I remember... I remember WANTING."

Calythan ponders the situation.

Earnestly, Eilir the Fae exclaims, "I wanted so hard to wake up!"

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

Golas reaches over and ruffles Eilir the Fae's hair fondly.

You smile softly.

Nodding, his sprite-like eyes half-closed around a memory, Calythan, the Morning

Frost says, "I remember watching the flowers and trees grow, and when all the 

world was screaming."

Eilir the Fae exclaims, "That... was a long time ago... long and long and long 

again!"

The temperature in the courtyard plummets as Calythan, the Morning Frost's eyes 

glimmer with a blue ice.

Shivering, Eilir the Fae exclaims, "Please don't make it cold, frost man!"

Calythan, the Morning Frost shakes his head, sending a splash of ice and frost 

in every direction. As his eyes reopen, the intense cold becomes less than a 

dream.

Eilir the Fae hugs Calythan compassionately.

Beaming again, Calythan, the Morning Frost says, "Well, maybe we're the same age

or maybe we are just the same kinds of petals. I know that we aren't Trees."

Zinnaella arrives in a cone of sparkling light.

Zouviqil

Calythan hugs Eilir the Fae compassionately.

Calythan, the Morning Frost shifts away from Zinnaella so that he can get a 

better look.

Eilir the Fae bounces upon her toes excitedly, exclaiming, "It's better now, 

with the eyes!"

As if noticing the gathering for the first time, Calythan, the Morning Frost 

says, "So many flowers I don't know!"

Winter's Rose, Zinnaella Tarsuhl softly giggles.

Golas turns toward Eilir the Fae and touches his chest in greeting, an array of 

prismatic colours briefly glinting in his eyes.

His voice low, Calythan, the Morning Frost says to Eilir the Fae, "Do you think 

they're here to-- HEY."

Calythan jumps onto Golas.

Eilir the Fae squeaks in fright.

Calythan, the Morning Frost pokes and prods Golas repeatedly, sending an array 

of snow raining down upon the courtyard.

You blink.

Zinnaella blinks.

You whisper to Zinnaella, "I don't think he was supposed to do that..."

Calythan, the Morning Frost climbs off of Golas and straightens out his robes, a

shocked expression in his eyes.

Zinnaella nods her head at you.

Lodge Keeper Golas Myeras, Jaguar Scout smiles impishly and says to Calythan, 

"It's times like these, I'm glad I'm wearing padded armour."

Eilir the Fae becomes distracted by the snow, holding her hands out to catch it 

and confused as it melts in her hands.

Calythan, the Morning Frost says to Golas, "You must be very kind to this little

petal because it is the Mayflower's and I don't know what all that colour stuff 

was in your eyes."

Gently, as if talking to a child, Calythan, the Morning Frost says to Golas, "I 

know a lot about the things flowers can do now and who knows if you're trying to

melt her or not."

Lodge Keeper Golas Myeras, Jaguar Scout says to Calythan, "I am a servant of the

Mayflower Good Calythan."

Eilir the Fae says to Calythan, "He helped me find the library and the big 

Books."

Lodge Keeper Golas Myeras, Jaguar Scout says to Eilir the Fae, "With the help of

my Grandmother, aye."

Calythan, the Morning Frost narrows his eyes skeptically and then shrugs, his 

interests changing to Eilir again.

Realizing something, you say, "Ohhh, so that's what she was talking about last 

month..."

Golas nods his head at you.

Eilir the Fae exclaims, "Weekly read all the big Books to me!"

Zinnaella smiles softly.

"Nice!" Golas says to Eilir the Fae with an enthusiastic thumbs up.

His voice a thousand clattering branches, Calythan, the Morning Frost says, 

"What is that? Books? Are they the things that fall off of trees?"

Golas ponders the situation.

Golas takes a personal journal from a durable emerald green pack.

Winter's Rose, Zinnaella Tarsuhl says, "Things that are made from the trees, if 

I'm not mistaken."

Zinnaella ponders the situation.

Golas points accusingly at a personal journal.

Eilir the Fae says, "They have many little leaves, frost man, and people write 

tiny scribbly things on the leaves and that's supposed to be words."

Eilir the Fae shrugs helplessly.

Eilir the Fae exclaims, "Weekly can make sense from scribbles and say them 

aloud!"

You say to Eilir the Fae, "Oh, great job on having them read to you. They can be

quite knowledge-filled, or entertaining."

Without stopping, Calythan, the Morning Frost says, "Because once I saw the 

leaves at the big tree on the other place and it had words on it, or at least 

that's what the flowers said, and then the words meant things I didn't know 

about and then we had to stop talking about them because someone melted and we 

needed them to be up with the silver people."

Golas puts a personal journal into a durable emerald green pack.

Calythan, the Morning Frost wanders around the courtyard as he babbles to 

himself, giggling periodically.

Zinnaella ponders a personal journal thoughtfully, looking it up and down.

Zinnaella puts a personal journal into a durable emerald green pack.

In awe, Eilir the Fae says, "But the scribbles tell STORIES."

Lodge Keeper Golas Myeras, Jaguar Scout asks, "The leaves within the 

Serenwilde?"

You nod your head at Eilir the Fae, showing your acceptance.

Eilir the Fae says, "No, see..."

Calythan, the Morning Frost pauses his ramblings as he tunes into Eilir again, 

his sprite-like eyes wide.

Calythan, the Morning Frost says to Eilir the Fae, "You mean they are magic 

scribbles?"

Winter's Rose, Zinnaella Tarsuhl says, "I love stories, my mother, Anita tells 

good ones."

You say to Eilir the Fae, "They do. Some real stories, some not real stories. 

All have a lesson of some sort to tell."

Eilir the Fae exclaims, "I don't know! They tell stories!"

Calythan, the Morning Frost says to Zinnaella, "HEY. I know that flower!"

Winter's Rose, Zinnaella Tarsuhl says, "So does Chief Everiine."

Winter's Rose, Zinnaella Tarsuhl says, "My mother, Anita?"

Zinnaella smiles softly.

You say, in Tae'dae, "Those who make the books are called bookbinders, and they 

can learn many languages."

You hum a happy tune.

Calythan, the Morning Frost tugs at his robes uncomfortably and exhales, sending

a flurry of snowflakes adrift as he does so.

Lodge Keeper Golas Myeras, Jaguar Scout asks Calythan, "Is there where we 

discover you know my Grandparents Gabriella and Hiriako?"

Zinnaella beams broadly at Golas.

Calythan gives Golas a horrified gasp.

Zinnaella giggles happily.

Inquisitively, Eilir the Fae says, "Gabsy?"

His eyes popping with excitement, Calythan, the Morning Frost says to Golas, "I 

KNOW GABYFLOWER."

Golas nods his head emphatically.

You nod your head emphatically.

Zouviqil

You smile broadly and say, "My mommy."

Eilir the Fae says, "Oh, Gabsy is your mommy! But who are you?"

Winter's Rose, Zinnaella Tarsuhl says, "She's Zouviqil."

Eilir the Fae mouths the name to herself, brow furrowed in concentration.

You nod your head emphatically.

Beads of icy sweat that quickly dissolve into nothing melt down Calythan's 

forehead.

Eilir the Fae exclaims, "That is a big mouthful!"

Lodge Keeper Golas Myeras, Jaguar Scout says to Eilir the Fae, "Gabsy and I are 

trying to convince her to become a mayflower."

Winter's Rose, Zinnaella Tarsuhl says, "Moondrop Zouviqil, and an apprentice to 

my mother, Anita who is the High Wisdom of our guild, the Moondancers."

Winter's Rose, Zinnaella Tarsuhl says, "To be precise."

You say to Eilir the Fae, "It's a hard name, shining one, to learn."

Eilir the Fae says, "What's a mayflower?"

Tugging uncomfortably at his robes, Calythan, the Morning Frost says, "It is 

really warm out. I think I need to go be frost again."

Eilir the Fae says, "It sounds pretty..."

You give a sampler cheesecake to Calythan, the Morning Frost.

You say to Calythan, "Be frost with some cake."

Eilir the Fae says, "Frost man, come and visit me again, please? You will, 

right?"

Calythan beams broadly.

Calythan hugs Eilir the Fae compassionately.

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

Eilir the Fae beams broadly.

Calythan, the Morning Frost says, "I will! I like you. You're like me 'cause we 

aren't like them or like the other Trees."

Winter's Rose, Zinnaella Tarsuhl softly giggles.

Your mouth turns up as your face breaks into a smile.

Eilir the Fae says, "You make me happy! I'm sorry I was so scaredy."

Winter's Rose, Zinnaella Tarsuhl says, "You'll both have to come and visit and 

have cakes."

Calythan, the Morning Frost smiles a wide, happy grin and exhales, releasing his

hold on his frost-born being. With a merry wave, his body melts away into a 

silver frost that fades into the ether. A giggle and a kiss upon your cheek are 

all that remains of him, until that, too, is gone.

"Oooooooooh!" Zinnaella says, eyes wide with wonder.

A little disappointed, Eilir the Fae says, "Bye."

You smile and say to Eilir the Fae, "There there, bright one."

You say to Eilir the Fae, "You will see him again. I'm sure of it."

Zinnaella nods her head emphatically.

Eilir the Fae says, "Zouvi, do you like Gabsy as your mommy? Does she make a 

good one?"

Smiling warmly and moving to be more at Eilir's level, you say to Eilir the Fae,

"Yes. I love her very much. She's my only mommy. The only mommy I have, and will

ever know."

Eilir the Fae wiggles a little happily.

Eilir the Fae exclaims, "I want to find my mommy!"

You smile broadly and say to Eilir the Fae, "I think, possibly... that Lady 

Maylea is something like your mommy."

You say, "If not your mommy."

You say to Eilir the Fae, "You came from Her gardens, didn't you, and I believe 

She and Her Order doted much love upon you as you grew."

After a moment, Eilir the Fae says, "What makes Gabsy your mommy?"

You open your mouth but say nothing.

Lodge Keeper Golas Myeras, Jaguar Scout says, "A Mommy is the one whom loves, 

cares, and encourages you to grow."

Zinnaella nods her head emphatically.

You say, "Well. The most important part is... yes, as Golas said."

You say, "The love."

Eilir the Fae frowns in concentration for a moment.

Eilir the Fae exclaims, "So I am Gabsy's mommy, and Bubbles's mommy, and Golas's

mommy!"

Eilir the Fae claps her hands together merrily.

You blink.

Laughing softly, you say, "Not exactly..."

Eilir the Fae says, "Oh, no?"

Zouviqil gently motions for Eilir to come closer, her arms 

open.

Eilir the Fae snuggles into Zouviqil's arms happily.

Eilir the Fae says, "Can I be your mommy, too?"

Zinnaella smiles softly.

Zouviqil gently cradles Eilir in her arms, smoothing back 

Eilir's hair tenderly.

You say to Eilir the Fae, "A mommy will hold you like this, sometimes... and 

she'll place a gentle kiss on your forehead, like this..."

Leaning forward, you gently press a kiss to Eilir the Fae's brow.

Golas reaches over and ruffles Eilir the Fae's hair fondly.

Utterly entranced, Eilir the Fae emits a long "Ooooh."

Winter's Rose, Zinnaella Tarsuhl says, "And father's tend to ruffle your hair."

Winter's Rose, Zinnaella Tarsuhl says, "Least mine does."

You nod your head at Zinnaella, showing your acceptance.

Eilir the Fae exclaims, "I'll be mommy and father to you, too!"

Eilir the Fae reaches over and ruffles your hair with a fond expression.

Golas chuckles long and heartily.

Eilir the Fae claps her hands together merrily.

Zinnaella giggles happily.

Holding Eilir a little closer, you say, "A mommy will keep you warm on cold 

days, and let you play free on the warm ones..."

You giggle happily.

You shake your head.

Eilir the Fae snuggles up close and leans comfortably on you.

Lodge Keeper Golas Myeras, Jaguar Scout says, "And Fathers encourage your 

competative streak."

You say to Eilir the Fae, "It's a very deep sort of love, deeper than words. 

It's a very pale pink sort of colour."

Eilir the Fae says, "But I don't understand, Zouvi... you said Gabsy was your 

only mommy ever. Why wouldn't you have as many as you could find?"

You say to Eilir the Fae, "Because, little bright one, you only have the one - 

or ones - that made you who you are."

Lodge Keeper Golas Myeras, Jaguar Scout says to Eilir the Fae, "It's a special 

kind of bond.. One which you only form once."

You say to Eilir the Fae, "Through love and patience and time, slow and gentle, 

encouraging you to grow."

Perhaps a little peevishly, Eilir the Fae says, "I don't understand."

Gently tapping Eilir's nose, you say to Eilir the Fae, "Perhaps if Lady Maylea 

were here, and She were to hold you, you would understand instantly."

You smile and say, "It's something that's best explained through the heart."

Dejectedly, Eilir the Fae says, "I guess."

Golas gathers Eilir the Fae into his arms and softly murmurs, "It's alright."

You smile broadly and say to Eilir the Fae, "If you want to be a big sister, 

though, or a cousin of mine, perhaps not through blood, but through spirit, 

you'd hear not a word contrary from me, Eilir."

You say, "Or a little sister, as the case may be!"

Eilir the Fae smiles shyly, averting her eyes.

You smile broadly and say to Eilir the Fae, "Your colours, when you smile, they 

light up even more. Has Lady Maylea seen you smile yet?"

Eilir the Fae exclaims, "The Lady makes me happy!"

Eilir the Fae exclaims, "But so do you!"

Happily, Eilir the Fae says, "Are you my mommy?"

You blink.

You shake your head.

Dejectedly, Eilir the Fae says, "But why not? You holded me and kissed me on the

head."

You say to Eilir the Fae, "I'll tell you what, though..."

Gently lifting the little fae's chin, you say to Eilir the Fae, "If you ever 

need someone there for you, or need a hug, or want someone to be with you, I'll 

be there. I'm not a mommy, at all, but I wouldn't mind trying being a big sister

or an aunt of sorts to you."

Her face warring between confusion and happiness, Eilir the Fae exclaims, "I 

don't understand... but okay!"

Lodge Keeper Golas Myeras, Jaguar Scout frowns and says, "All this talk of 

mommies is making me kind of miss my mommy."

You say to Eilir the Fae, "Okay is the right response!"

You have emoted: Zouviqil leans over and gently blows air against Eilir's cheek,

making a funny noise in the process.

Lodge Keeper Golas Myeras, Jaguar Scout whispers to Eilir the Fae, "And Zouvi is

good at being an Aunt.. I'd know.. she's mine."

Zouviqil moves her head back, earrings chiming, and smiles at 

the little fae.

You smile and say to Golas, "I try! And I know how you feel, I miss my mommy 

too."

Eilir the Fae says, "Oh but I have to go."

You nod your head at Eilir the Fae.

Eilir the Fae exclaims, "Thank you for spending time with me!"

Golas pats Eilir the Fae in a friendly manner.

You say to Eilir the Fae, "Whenever you want!"

You embrace Eilir the Fae with great ardour.

Shuffling her feet, Eilir the Fae says, "I'll figure out this mommy... thing..."

You smile broadly and say to Eilir the Fae, "Ask Lady Maylea. She will help you 

understand."

Eilir the Fae smiles hesitantly.

Lodge Keeper Golas Myeras, Jaguar Scout says to Eilir the Fae, "Always a 

pleasure Eilir.. And don't forget, your welcome here any time you wish."

Eilir the Fae exclaims, "Okay!"

Eilir the Fae waves wildly, with both hands, before skipping away.