Allye/Performances/Allye and Nilme's Faery Duet
| Real Date | 2022-04-20 |
| Game Date | 441-06-37 |
| Event | Tavern Troupe's A Midsummer Night's Masquerade |
| Point of View Character | Allye |
You see Nilme Iondu'il, Reader, an Elf.
Nilme has an oval face with pouting lips, slightly pointed ears and sparkling violet eyes. Her silver-streaked black hair is very long and thick, and is worn in a deceptively careless-looking arrangement of upswept locks held in place by a delicate circlet of braided faesoul flowers with Elven snowlace ribbon ties. She has pale skin and a svelte figure.
She is slightly under average height for an Elf.
She appears to be young.
Her left ankle has a tattoo of a school of silver-flecked violet dancerfish swimming through a rippling musical staff.
She is in good shape.
She is holding a jewel-encrusted faery mask crowned with colorful jade roses in her right hand and a mesh sack in her left.
She is wearing some silversteel-framed teashade spectacles, a silversteel pendant centered with a sparkling heartstone, a scooped neck bodice tightly laced with satin ribbons, some wispy mistsilk wings spanning a frame of windsteel, a long whisperlayne tutu embroidered with colorful flowers and some deep purple whisperlayne slippers affixed with translucent mistglass heels.
You are Moon Warrior Allye Karayilma, Treasurer of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, a Prydaen.
You have a set of mischievously twitching whiskers accenting a square face, pointed ears and some night-black kohl flawlessly applied to accentuate her bright cat-slitted turquoise eyes. Your raven mane is very long and glossy with stark white streaks at the temple, and is worn in a tousled mass of locks that tumbles over your shoulders. You have tawny fur, a black-tipped tail and a lithe figure.
You are petite for a Prydaen.
An itsy-bitsy pixie brandishing a vial of violaceous glitter floats lazily around your head, glowing with a lustrous sheen against your fur.
You appear to be a sun-lounger.
Your shoulder has a tattoo of a sea-blue jellyfish with delicate silver-tinged tentacles.
You are in good shape.
You are holding a burlap bag in your left hand.
You are wearing a tiered lavaliere graced with briolette diamonds, some sensational lipka cotton wings dyed in shades of lavender, a striking silver gown sheathed in marquisette and lavender floral lace and a pair of soft slippers swathed in lace.
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(Nilme's wings flutter softly as she settles in against a giant daisy, looking diminutive in comparison. She sighs happily and retrieves a book from her bag, bookmark poking out from the pages. Glancing to the side she sees Allye. She grins to herself and begins to read her book.)
Ezerak takes a bite of the salad.
Nilme gazes at her book.
Emyrose cocks her head at Nilme.
Emyrose smiles at Hoshii.
Nilme reads her felt-covered book.
Merilwen puts her coffee in her encompassing shadows.
Nilme hums to herself.
Almarius lets out a hearty cheer for Hoshii!
Aashja offers Hoshii a chilled glass of whiskey sour garnished with a slice of grapefruit.
Tirost gazes at you.
Nilme contentedly sings in a soprano voice:
"Finally, a quiet, peaceful time to read my book.
I know Allye's nearby, but I daren't take a look.
Surely she has wondrous plans of things to do today,
But I'm happy with my book and don't want to go and play."
Vixonia angles her ears forward, gazing curiously at Nilme.
Hoshii smiles a bit sheepishly, mouthing the word "books?"
Hoshii accepts Aashja's whiskey sour.
Merilwen grins at Nilme.
Aashja gets a fluted glass of pale silver wine graced with a petite strawberry from inside her hitman's backpack.
Ayrell takes a bite of the toast.
Aashja beams at Hoshii!
Merilwen hugs Hoshii, getting a smile in return.
Almarius giggles at Nilme.
Nilme reads her felt-covered book.
(Allye twirls at the edge of the faery ring in a flurry of fabric and glittering jewelry, seemingly attempting to cause as much commotion and attract as much attention as possible. Her wings shiver and tremble with each step.)
Ezerak puts his tart in his rucksack.
Ezerak gets an herb-encrusted tart stuffed with wild boar and dried apples from inside his gathering pouch.
Siendra gazes at you.
You glance at Nilme, a female Elf.
Kethrai lays his hand on Hoshii's arm.
Iryta waves to Nilme.
(Nilme, riveted, turns a page in her book.)
Merilwen observes you with fascination.
Emyrose leans on Blysse.
Emyrose gazes at Nilme.
Merilwen giggles at Nilme.
Emyrose glances at you.
Iryta blushes, the tips of her ears turning a delicate scarlet hue.
Iryta stands near Emyrose.
Hoshii beams at Kethrai!
Emyrose hugs Iryta, who wraps her arms around Emyrose with a warm smile.
Allye frowns as she realizes Nilme is unwaveringly devoted to her reading.
Aashja hugs Iryta, who wraps her arms around Aashja with a warm smile.
You make a huffy little snorting noise.
Blysse smiles at Emyrose.
Aashja takes a sip of her wine.
Almarius is giggling at you.
Iryta bows her head, acknowledging Blysse.
Almarius looks at you and lets out a hearty cheer on your behalf!
Iryta pulls Aashja towards her!
Almarius lets out a hearty cheer for Nilme!
(Allye's ears perk up alertly as the shimmering sound of bells echoes with faint laughter and music somewhere nearby. She lifts her head toward the noise, curious.)
Siendra takes a sip of her sour.
Tirost leans on Siendra.
You flick one ear back as though listening for something.
Iryta snuggles up to Aashja.
Aashja gives Iryta a smooch.
Siendra smiles at Tirost.
Ezerak puts his pouch in his rucksack.
Aashja offers Iryta a chilled glass of whiskey sour garnished with a slice of grapefruit.
Iryta winks and flashes Aashja a sly grin.
Ezerak gets a fluted glass of pale silver wine graced with a petite strawberry from inside a woven willow gathering pouch.
Aashja drums her fingers on her bucket rhythmically.
You sing in a soprano voice:
"Oh my! I'd swear I heard some revelry there,
Some faint wisps of joy and merriment in the air.
Oh, Nilme, Nilme! Please put down your boring book.
Get up and fly with me now, and let's go take a look!"
Iryta accepts Aashja's whiskey sour.
Tirost smiles at Siendra.
Ezerak takes a bite of the tart.
Emyrose chortles softly at some secret joke.
Nilme smiles distractedly, but continues reading her book, despite Allye's valiant efforts to tempt her to go have fun.
Almarius giggles.
Tirost squints at you.
Siendra laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.
(Nilme reads a bit more and glances momentarily in the direction of the nearby celebration. She turns to Allye with a huge grin, starting to show Allye her book, but after seeing Allye's hopeful expression, her grin fades slightly.)
Iryta bows her head, acknowledging Hatham.
Nilme sighs.
Iryta observes Nilme with fascination.
Messica giggles.
Tirost takes a bite of the bottle.
Nilme gazes fondly at you.
Merilwen grins at Nilme.
Nilme apologetically sings in a soprano voice:
"I hear music in the distance, I see why you'd like to go
The sounds of celebration are your favorite sounds, I know!
I'm sure it would be lots of fun, but I really am content
This book's so good I'm reading it every chance I get!"
Iryta takes a sip of her sour.
Hoshii quietly asks, "Boring? Books are *boring*??"
Hoshii glares at you.
You wink at Hoshii.
Siendra pats Hoshii on the back.
Emyrose chuckles at Hoshii.
Hoshii looks downright miserable.
Nilme smiles at Allye, a brief moment of indecision crossing her face.
Iryta snickers at Hoshii.
Almarius giggles at Hoshii.
Siendra appears to be trying hard not to grin.
Nilme pats you on the back.
You get a woven willow gathering pouch from inside your blue backpack.
Iryta winks at Hoshii.
You offer your gathering pouch to Hoshii, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer. Type CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.
Hoshii grins at you.
Hoshii has accepted your offer and is now holding a woven willow gathering pouch.
You blink at Nilme and shake your head in exasperation, resting your face in the palm of your hand.
You vehemently sing in a soprano voice:
"Content, she says, with her head buried in that tome.
But there's so much to do, so many exciting places to roam.
Take a step off that flower, Nilme, it's time to take flight!
We'll feast like faery queens and dance into the night."
Nilme reads her felt-covered book.
Kethrai gazes at you.
Siendra beams at Almarius!
(Allye flits over to stand beside Nilme and proceeds to tug on her arm. When her friend remains unmoved, she leans back and crosses her arms, pouting.)
Hoshii takes a sip of her sour.
Nilme futilely exclaims, "But Allye, we can always go another time. The book is about someone who spent time with the Seelie! It's fascinating!"
Iryta looks at you, obviously trying not to grin, but the dimples in her cheeks give her away.
Nilme excitedly sings in a soprano voice:
"They wrote how reality was strange while they were here,
How gravity's grasp had failed, how we'd danced with tree and deer.
They say that they could touch the stars- diamonds in the dark-
That nighttime misty tendrils would left their timeless mark!"
Iryta takes a sip of her sour.
Nilme lets out a sigh of contentment.
Nilme smiles at you.
You ponder the meaning of Nilme's existence.
Hoshii sighs blissfully.
Kethrai takes a sip of his sour.
Siendra gets an herb-encrusted tart stuffed with wild boar and dried apples from inside her gathering pouch.
Tirost takes a sip of his absinthe.
You sing in a soprano voice:
"But why wonder so, dear friend, at mere words on a page?
That very same world lies sprawled out here for us to engage,
So slam that book shut, I'll help you put it back up on the shelf,
Let's free your hands to just reach up, and touch the stars yourself!"
Siendra nibbles on her herb-encrusted tart.
You nag Nilme unmercifully.
Ayrell takes a bite of the toast.
Emyrose snickers.
Nilme chuckles.
Iryta quietly says to Aashja, "This is the strangest whiskey sour I've ever imbibed, and that says a lot I think."
Nilme grins at you.
Siendra whispers something to Hoshii.
Nilme glances at a white felt-covered book dappled with glittered lady bugs.
Nilme glances at you.
Siendra flashes a quick grin at Hoshii.
Messica smiles at Kaedan.
Nilme nibbles her lip thoughtfully.
Kaedan gets a compact recliner upholstered in lapis bluefire velvet over an e'erdream frame from inside his traveler's pack.
Nilme flashes a wide grin at you.
Almarius giggles at Aashja.
Kaedan settles into the compact recliner and reclines comfortably.
Siendra giggles.
Emyrose grins at Kaedan.
Almarius giggles at Iryta.
(Allye grins back at Nilme, waiting. The two stare at each other for some time, one indecisive and the other's grin fading as she grows increasingly impatient.)
Iryta winks at Almarius.
Ezerak takes a bite of the tart.
Ezerak takes a sip of his wine.
Aashja giggles at Iryta.
Merilwen chuckles.
Aashja exclaims to Iryta, "But it's amazing!"
Merilwen takes a sip of her sour.
Don't you get enough of that from your mother?
Aashja nods to Iryta.
You let out a cranky "GrRrrrRrrRrr" noise, giving Nilme a baleful glare.
Iryta ponders.
Iryta slowly says, "Yea.. let's go with that."
You sing in a soprano voice:
"Well at last here we are, this is what we've finally come to.
If you so fancy books, there's only one more thing I can do.
In this place of sprites, alfar, welkin, and even the odd pixie,
For you I'll forsake them all and just be... a book faery!"
Iryta clears her throat.
Iryta observes you with fascination.
Messica grins.
Emyrose laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.
Nilme gazes at you.
(Allye reaches into her basket and throws a handful of glitter into the air, spinning in sudden puff of shimmering smoke. When the tumult subsides, she stands with her arms and wings dramatically outstretched, fully transformed.)
You are Moon Warrior Allye Karayilma, Treasurer of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, a Prydaen.
You have a set of mischievously twitching whiskers accenting a square face, pointed ears and some night-black kohl flawlessly applied to accentuate her bright cat-slitted turquoise eyes. Your raven mane is very long and glossy with stark white streaks at the temple, and is worn in a tousled mass of locks that tumbles over your shoulders. You have tawny fur, a black-tipped tail and a lithe figure.
You are petite for a Prydaen.
An itsy-bitsy pixie brandishing a vial of violaceous glitter floats lazily around your head, glowing with a lustrous sheen against your fur.
You appear to be a sun-lounger.
Your shoulder has a tattoo of a sea-blue jellyfish with delicate silver-tinged tentacles.
You are in good shape.
You are wearing a tiered lavaliere graced with briolette diamonds, a pair of silversteel-framed wings made from delicately inked parchment pages, a lace and whisperlayne gown girded by a stylized pannier resembling an open book and a pair of soft slippers swathed in lace.
You hop from one leg to the other, shaking your slippers as you lift your feet.
Emyrose cocks her head at you.
Nilme observes you with fascination.
Hoshii gazes at you in awe.
Merilwen gazes at you.
Tirost frowns amid the cloud of glitter, and covers his absinthe.
(Nilme takes in the wonder of the book faery flittering and jingling before her. With a stylized pannier girding a lace and whisperlayne gown, her friend appears to be a very fancy, fabric book. Amazed, she notices the fanciful design, structured bustle and airy, ruffled pages.)
Siendra coughs.
Nilme flashes a wide grin at you.
Nilme raises her voice in merry laughter.
(Iryta rubs the glitter into her skin and beams!)
Kethrai gazes at you.
Aashja giggles at Iryta.
Almarius looks at you and lets out a hearty cheer on your behalf!
Iryta strikes a heroic pose.
Nilme taps a white felt-covered book dappled with glittered lady bugs that she is holding.
Nilme ponders.
Tirost glances at Iryta.
Raising her whiskey sour to you, Iryta gives you a toast. Cheers!
Almarius giggles.
Nilme appears to be trying hard not to grin.
You gaze hopefully at Nilme.
Almarius lets out a hearty cheer for Nilme!
Nilme enthusiastically sings in a soprano voice:
"Alright! You've convinced me! I'll set my book to the side.
Let's explore all the fun things that I have never tried!
Allye, the whole world awaits! It's no time to be slow!
We've got so many places to see! Come on- let's go!"
Aashja grins at Iryta.
Nilme flashes a wide grin at you.
Iryta winks at Aashja.
(Nilme stands up abruptly, taking Allye's hand. The book slides off to the side. She grins and tugs on Allye as if it had been she who was trying to convince her friend to go!)
Iryta just nudged Aashja.
You giggle at Nilme.
Merilwen lets out a hearty cheer for Nilme!
(Allye allows herself to be dragged along. She throws winks to the audience members as the pair dart away from the mushrooms and flowers, their wings bobbing in unison as they make their way into the faery circle's center.)
Merilwen giggles.
Hoshii gets an impish expression on her face, and lets out a hearty cheer.
Merilwen looks at you and lets out a hearty cheer on your behalf!
Nilme casually observes the area.
(Oscearo gives a quiet snort of amusement and shakes her head.)
Messica gets an impish expression on her face, and lets out a hearty cheer.
Tekhelet nods to Tirost.
Nilme beams!
Hoshii yells, "That was amazing!!"
You giggle.
Nawain just found an iridescent backpack embellished with a pair of glittery wings in a box of gifts bearing the crest of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order!
Oscearo takes a sip of her sour.
Almarius lets out a loud "Huzzah!"
Siendra grins at Oscearo.
Hoshii praises Nilme.
Almarius exclaims, "Sooooooooo amazing!"
Nilme recites:
"Welcome! The Tavern Troupe has been planning a magical event for you, and it's wonderful to see so many people! We hope you'll take this opportunity to relax, eat, drink, and enjoy!"
Iryta says to Tirost, "What? Glitter is the best accent."
Hoshii lets out a loud "Huzzah!" for you!
Siendra praises Nilme.
Nilme smiles warmly.