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|log=You exclaim, "Okay, I think we can probably get started. Thank you all for joining me here this evening!"

Mistanna smiles at you.

You say, "There's a number of new visions to go over tonight. In terms of scale, they are perhaps a bit less dramatic than some of the visions we've seen in the past. Though there are still plenty of ominous signs. And one is... rather sad."

Zersha cocks her head at you.

Zersha takes a tiny bite of some golden brown griddle-fried dumplings stuffed with shrimp and aromatics and chews daintily on it.

You say, "But perhaps we will start with one that does contain something that could be called a disaster."

You turn a page in your astronomer's journal.

Valynn smiles at Ezerak.

Imroth chuckles.

Illiya nods to Ezerak.

You say, "A farmhouse burned, ringed by monstrous creatures spitting globs of fire that razed the surrounding fields to ash. The front door burst open, revealing a wide-eyed mother leading a small child. Surveying the ruin, she picked the path of least danger, hefted the child into her arms, and sprinted in adrenaline fueled terror. The flaming entities spotted her and howled, a predatory announcement of the hunt, and gave chase."

Umptiskrunk grunts at Omirrsk.

You say, "The woman fled deep into the dark before the slavering creatures outpaced and encircled her. She set the crying child down, shielding him with her body as she brandished a pitifully small knife. She turned in place, swiping at the monsters that ventured close. In the distance, a figure shouted, "I'm coming! Hold on!"."

You say, "The creatures began to conjure hissing flames from their gullets, and the vision faded."

Tirost frowns.

Zersha frowns.

Zersha says in a Velakan accent, "I hope the figure got there in time."

You say, "As I was first seeing the vision, I was wondering if perhaps one of the figures in golden plate might appear, but apparently not. Unless one of them was the figure off in the distance."

Imroth nods.

Imroth scratches his head.

Imroth asks, "A bit scary. What sort of monster spits fire?"

Casari raises her hand.

Illiya says, "Warrior mages."

Zersha giggles at Casari.

Zehira says in a refined accent, "Dragons."

Illiya glances at Tirost.

Elizzibiana chuckles.

Imroth grins at Illiya.

You say, "Though, while these creatures certainly seemed dangerous, they seemed less... strange than many of the entities the figures in golden plate have faced."

Imroth says to Illiya, "MOnsters indeed."

Ezerak grins at Casari, his dimples flashing into view.

Kethrai gives you a slight nod.

Illiya grins at Imroth, her dimples flashing into view.

You say, "These could be something elemental in nature, or with access to elemental magic."

Kethrai says, "Any number of fire-creatures in the world around us."

Tirost says, "The monsters also seemed to specifically hunt the mother and child."

Imroth says, "Maybe she owes them money."

Zehira takes a long drag off of a burning forest-green cigarillo.

Lasciel says, "That's a theory."

Zehira blew smoke in Tirost's face. Harsh!

Zehira says to Tirost in a refined accent, "Some extra smoke for you."

Zehira wrinkles her nose.

Lasciel says, "Whatever it is, sounds like some foul is afoot in Therengia."

Tirost asks Zehira, "Want to step outside?"

Zersha takes a tiny bite of some golden brown griddle-fried dumplings stuffed with shrimp and aromatics and chews daintily on it.

Zersha takes a sip of her brandy.

Zehira asks Tirost in a refined accent, "Are you getting fresh with me?"

You say, "There could be something about the mother and child of special significant, or the figure in the distance. Or it could be that this is a glimpse of some creatures that will attack somewhere in the future."

Zehira takes a long drag off of a burning forest-green cigarillo.

Imroth says, "Aw, I want to hear Visions. If you guys are going to do whatever please take it outside."

Zehira breathes out a line of smoke that splits in two and briefly slides around her lifted arm.

Kethrai nods to you.

Some entwined smoke lines dissipates into the air.

Lasciel asks, "Miskton you can confirm all the bad visions are localized to Theren right?"

Zersha whispers something to Hebion.

You chuckle.

Valynn fixes Lasciel with a serene, lofty stare.

Zehira raises an eyebrow in Tirost's direction.

Umptiskrunk whispers something to Omirrsk.

Hebion grins at Zersha.

Omirrsk nods to Umptiskrunk.

You take a sip of the Expanse.

Zersha giggles at Hebion.

Umptiskrunk rubs Omirrsk's head.

Kethrai says, "If only the visions gave out information so explicitly..."

Ellywen grins at Valynn.

Valynn gives Kethrai a wry grin.

Zersha takes a tiny bite of some golden brown griddle-fried dumplings stuffed with shrimp and aromatics and chews daintily on it.

Illiya ponders.

Zersha takes a sip of her brandy.

Xuya says, "Bad things only happen in Albaria I hear..."

You say, "Occasionally there are clearly recognize landmarks, but not as often as would be ideal."

Zersha smiles at Casari, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Zersha dusts herself off.

Zehira says to Ellywen in a refined accent, "That didn't take long."

Ellywen giggles.

Ellywen nods at Zehira, obviously agreeing with her views.

You say, "The next vision was... rather unpleasant to experience, though not as dramatically as soom."

You turn a page in your astronomer's journal.

Mistanna takes a sip of her Expanse.

Kethrai says to Zehira, "30 roisaen or less, or your Dokoras back."

You say, "I lay atop cold steel, bright lights blinding my eyes. Squinting, I discerned a surgical theater terraced around me, its seats populated by perfectly still, robed figures wearing featureless porcelain masks. I tried to move, but my body did not respond. I began to panic, yet my heart did not beat faster."

You say, "A robed figure stepped into my peripheral view, and leaned over my paralyzed form to perform a swift, efficient assessment. A thumb pressed to my wrist. Index and middle fingers pressed firmly to my forehead. The figure nodded to the silent gallery and said, "We may begin."

You say, "A thin blade of Yavash-hot moonlight ignited in the surgeon's hand, thrumming softly."

Zehira waves a hand at Kethrai dismissively.

You say, "The vision faded."

Zersha ponders.

Dilemma furrows her brow.

Mistanna shudders.

You say, "A blade of moonlight would certainly seem to indicate some sort of Moon Mage involvement."

Zersha asks in a Velakan accent, "Where does one request more visions of rainbows and flowers? Maybe a couple of bunnies?"

Imroth nods to you.

Imroth says, "Moonscalpel."

Illiya grins at Zersha, her dimples flashing into view.

Tofil grins.

Zaran chuckles.

Valynn grins at Zersha.

Jaelia says to Zersha, "Talk to Illiya. She has some paintings with those."

Zersha grins at Jaelia, her dimples flashing into view.

Anuril takes a sip of his Expanse.

Tingen blinks at Tirost.

Imroth takes a sip of his wine.

Hebion asks, "Y'shai being created perhaps?"

You say, "A possibility."

Zersha cocks her head at Hebion.

Zersha asks in a Velakan accent, "Y'shai?"

Imroth asks, "Porcelain mask people a known thing?"

You say, "Not enough details to be sure if it was an actual surgery, or a vivisection."

Jaelia wrings her hands nervously.

Hebion says to Zersha, "Moon mage enforcers who are bound to their cambrinth armor."

Zersha says to Hebion in a Velakan accent, "That sounds horrible."

Tirost says, "The visionary seems concious, which is... horrifying."

Kethrai nods at Tirost, obviously agreeing with his views.

Xuya asks, "Is that what the lumbering things are in Throne City?"

Illiya says, "Quite the nightmare."

Valynn nods at Illiya, obviously agreeing with her views.

Hebion nods to Xuya.

Valynn nods.

Xuya says, "Ah, was wondering about those, neat."

You say to Xuya, "The Custodians of the Dusk in Throne City are a separate thing, fully constructs."

Tirost says, "Also interesting that it seems lunar magic is being used."

Ellywen smiles at Dilemma.

Dilemma leans back against Ellywen with a loving smile.

Hebion raises an eyebrow.

Tirost quietly says, "As if lunar mages weren't scary enough."

Dilemma nods at Ellywen, obviously agreeing with her views.

Umptiskrunk says, "Ump sometimes use moonstaff. Is good weapon."

Umptiskrunk nods.

Zaran eyes Zandergast. Something unreadable passes between the two Elotheans.

Anuril grins at Umptiskrunk.

Tirost takes a sip of his Expanse.

You say, "The robes and masks don't particularly jump out at me, aside from making the audience even more ominous."

Imroth nods at you, obviously agreeing with your views.

Imroth says, "Just going for spooky points."

Mistanna takes a sip of her Expanse.

Imroth crosses his eyes.

You say, "The fact that they were perfectly still is perhaps of note, somehow."

Ellywen gives Imroth a playful poke in the ribs.

Tofil scrubs at his beard, attempting to dislodge stray remnants of food and drink, or any other bits of gore that may have found a home within it.

Zaran rubs a flowing Katamba-black nightsilk seer's robe embroidered with the heraldic sigil of Tezirah.

Ellywen says to Imroth in a lilting accent, "Oh, sorry.. was trying to fix your eyes."

Illiya grins at Imroth, her dimples flashing into view.

Imroth chuckles.

Tirost says, "Or they're part of a secret order, where knowing each other's identities would be risky."

Tirost takes a sip of his Expanse.

Imroth exclaims, "Or they are embarassed by their gross faces!"

Valynn gazes at Tirost.

Imroth takes a sip of his wine.

You chuckle at Imroth.

Tofil grins.

Valynn says, "Interesting."

Valynn taps a frosted cocktail glass of Grey Expanse that she is holding.

Valynn praises a frosted cocktail glass of Grey Expanse.

Mistanna takes a sip of her Expanse.

Tofil licks a frosted cocktail glass of Grey Expanse.

Hebion nods politely to Aemaranth.

You say, "Let's see, next..."

You turn a page in your astronomer's journal.

You say, "Next, we have a vision that is just rather sad."

You say, "The sound of chatter and busy streets filled the air. An old man sat on a wooden bench, tossing breadcrumbs to the birds. Scars mapped his hands and arms, and a small, puckered burn marked his left cheek. Nearby, children splashed in a fountain, and the elder smiled, chuckling at their games. A soaking wet boy stepped from the water taking a moment, dripping water onto the cobblestones. The boy looked at the old man and waved with a bright grin. The old man waved and the child rushed into the chaotic fray. Leaning back against the wood, the elder closed his eyes and took a deep breath."

Aemaranth whispers something to Zersha.

You say, "After a moment, he went still."

You say, "The sun began to set, and the children scattered. The boy paused to look back at the bench, but a friend called out, and he turned to jog away. Twilight deepened, the park grew dark, and still the old man did not move."

You say, "The vision faded."

Zersha sniffles.

You frown.

Tirost lets out a long, contemplative breath.

Zersha softly says in a Velakan accent, "That is sad but it's kind of happy at the same time."

Jaelia hugs Lileath, getting a smile in return.

Elizzibiana says in an archaic accent, "Final death takes us all, at one point or another."

Zersha says in a Velakan accent, "Bittersweet maybe."

Imroth frowns.

Aemaranth nods at Zersha, obviously agreeing with her views.

Lasciel says, "The boy lived at least."

You say, "It's certainly not the worst way someone could pass."

Zandergast asks Zaran, "Sitting on any benches lately pops?"

Zersha nods to Aemaranth.

Zaran clears his throat.

Aemaranth says to Zersha something in passable Ilithic.

You say, "The old man's scarring is somewhat distinctive, but has not brought anyone to mind for me so far."

Zersha says to Aemaranth in a Velakan accent, "The cycle of nature. Death is as much a part of it as life."

Tirost asks you, "It's sad, yet... maybe the least sad of the visions so far, is it not?"

Imroth says, "The burn in particular."

Aemaranth nods at Zersha, obviously agreeing with her views.

Valynn nods at Zersha, obviously agreeing with her views.

Dilemma smiles at Ellywen.

Kethrai nods at Zersha, obviously agreeing with her views.

Imroth exclaims, "Ok ok, wild theory: the burn on his face is from the cigarillo lady!"

Tirost says, "The old man seems to have passed, but he seemed at peace, in the presence of a generation that was to come warmly greeting him moments before."

Jaelia gasps at Imroth!

Zersha nods at Aemaranth, obviously agreeing with her views.

You say to Tirost, "Yes, it's certainly a better experience than the previous two visions."

Dilemma shrugs.

Valynn says to Aemaranth, "They are the balancers."

Aemaranth smiles, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Aemaranth nods to Valynn.

Zehira says in a refined accent, "Alright my family, my time in town is running out. I have business to attend but we will have a family dinner soon."

Zehira hugs Ellywen, who wraps her arms around Zehira with a warm smile.

Zehira gently kisses Dilemma on the cheek.

Dilemma smiles at Zehira.

Ellywen hugs Zehira, who wraps her arms around Ellywen with a warm smile.

Zehira gives Ansara a smooch.

Ellywen says to Zehira in a lilting accent, "Bye, mother."

Zehira shoves futilely at Xadon.

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

Xadon grins at Zehira.

Zehira winks at Xadon.

Imroth nods to Zehira.

You say, "Though even if the old man does represent a specific person who can be identified... People often do not care to be made aware of visions like that."

Dilemma says to Zehira in an Ilithian accent, "Take care."

Zehira says to Imroth in a refined accent, "Paladin."

You take a sip of the Expanse. A gin base is accompanied by an upfront lemony sourness, with floral notes and a strong touch of cherry. The tartness is balanced out by sweetness from the other ingredients, as well as the rich, slightly foamy texture of the drink. The sweetness and texture also help to mask the drink's potency, though it still leaves a faint burning sensation.

Zehira nods to Imroth.

Imroth smirks.

You say, "The next vision is more confusing than anything else."

Zersha leans on Hebion.

You turn a page in your astronomer's journal.

Hebion rubs Zersha's back.

You say, "I leaned against a shaded wall, enduring the extreme heat of a noonday sun. The sky was featureless, save for a slight smudge of bluer-than-blue sky. Nearby, a dog lay on its side, panting miserably. I patted the poor thing, but it did not respond. A young girl pushed a shaded cart toward me, advertising shaved ice."

You say, "Unable to resist, I watched as she unfolded the cart, revealing an iron slab. She pressed her palm to the metal and concentrated, and hoarfrost spiked across the surface. With a flourish, she poured out a splash of brightly colored liquid, which she mixed into a thick slush, and finally scraped into a paper cone, which she handed to me. I tossed her a coin, and she moved on."

You say, "Looking down, I found myself holding a ripe orange. I frowned for a moment, entirely forgetting why, and began to peel the fruit."

You say, "The vision faded."

You say, "I do feel bad for the dog, though."

Zersha says in a Velakan accent, "I feel bad you didn't get your shaved ice."

Illiya says, "He got the orange though."

You say, "The shaved ice becoming an orange... somehow. And my memory being manipulated."

Zersha grins at Aemaranth, her dimples flashing into view.

Aemaranth grins at Zersha, her dimples flashing into view.

Imroth says, "Wat."

Tirost gazes thoughtfully at you.

Omirrsk grunts at Umptiskrunk.

Umptiskrunk grunts at Omirrsk.

You say, "Magically chilling the metal slab to make shaved ice, though... That's a good idea."

Imroth says, "Eating healthy with illusions."

Zersha nods at you, obviously agreeing with your views.

Kethrai says, "I'm not sure we've seen memory manipulation like that since the Heralds."

Imroth asks, "Is it memory manipulation?"

Tirost glances at Anuril.

Ayrell gazes down at the floor.

Imroth says, "It could just be illiusion and it was an orange the whole time."

Illiya looks with concern at Ayrell.

Imroth says, "Oh I guess he can't remember."

Imroth shrugs.

Jaelia nods.

Jaelia beams at Miew!

Ezerak rubs Ayrell's back.

You say, "Yes, I was unable to remember why I was frowning at the orange."

Miew blinks.

Tingen asks you, "Because it wasn't shaved ice?"

Jaelia says to Miew, "I heard you on the gweth and went to find you."

You exclaim to Tingen, "I'd guess probably!"

Miew softly says in a staccato accent, "But... I searched for here all this time."

Miew begins pouting.

Illiya says, "If my shaved ice got replaced by an orange I would be disappointed too."

Tingen nods to Illiya.

Imroth gives Illiya a gentle poke in the ribs.

Aemaranth exclaims to Zersha something in passable Ilithic.

Aemaranth grins at Zersha, her dimples flashing into view.

Zersha nods at Aemaranth, obviously agreeing with her views.

You say, "But I don't know if I forgot the girl entirely, or just what she gave me... Because visions themselves are slippery when it comes to memory."

Illiya flashes a quick grin at Imroth.

You grin wryly.

Zersha nods at Illiya, obviously agreeing with her views.

Illiya beams at Aemaranth!

Tirost says to Illiya, "Oranges are pretty good... but, maybe not as good as shaved ice."

Aemaranth shows Illiya her Elf doll.

Imroth says, "I want a Warrior Mage to make shave ice now."

Aemaranth grins at Illiya, her dimples flashing into view.

Illiya nods at Tirost, obviously agreeing with his views.

You nod at Imroth, in complete agreement with his views.

Illiya gasps at Aemaranth!

Jaelia asks Imroth, "But.. just.. ice?"

Imroth grins at Jaelia.

Anuril gestures, and a water ball forms in his hand.

Tirost grins at Imroth.

Elizzibiana gestures, and a water ball forms in her hand.

Imroth says, "No, it needs flavor."

Illiya quietly exclaims to Aemaranth, "That's soooo cute!"

Anuril gestures at a water ball. Flecks of ice form inside the ball, growing outward until the water has crystallized entirely into an icy snowball.

Anuril offers Imroth an icy snowball.

You ask, "I suppose the shaved ice might have been orange flavored?"

You ponder.

Anuril grins.

Illiya grins at you, her dimples flashing into view.

Elizzibiana gestures at a water ball. Flecks of ice form inside the ball, growing outward until the water has crystallized entirely into an icy snowball.

Aemaranth says to Illiya in a melodic accent, "I know! Zersha got it for me. She is pretty great."

Imroth asks, "This is the plain flavor?"

Anuril nods to Imroth.

Imroth takes a bite from his icy snowball.

Zersha grins at Aemaranth, her dimples flashing into view.

Jaelia says to Imroth, "You have to use your imagination."

Illiya beams at Zersha!

Imroth laughs!

Imroth lets out a resounding "Boo!"

Zersha grins at Illiya, her dimples flashing into view.

Elizzibiana drops her icy snowball. It hits the floor with a faint *PIFF* and flattens out from the impact, but somehow draws itself back into a spherical shape.

Tirost quietly says to Anuril, "Looks like the Paladins have found a use for us after all: producers of shaved ice. I will feel less bad the next time Imroth takes a hit for me."

Imroth exclaims, "I am also disappointed like in the vision!"

Illiya says, "It's like she's here even when she can't be."

Anuril grins at Tirost.

Kethrai says, "Cryle made some of that flavored ice stuff at the Glaes Spatula contest."

Zersha picks up an icy snowball.

Imroth takes a sip of his wine.

Anuril nods to Kethrai.

Zersha glances at Hebion.

Zersha flings an icy snowball at Hebion!

Hebion ducks out of the way!

An icy snowball falls to the ground with a plop and quickly melts.

Zersha sighs.

Zersha giggles.

Imroth laughs!

Anuril says, "The ice comets."

Kethrai says, "Bloodwyne flavored. Might not be to everyone's taste."

Anuril sighs.

Tirost edges away from Kethrai.

Hebion quietly asks Zersha, "Was that nice?"

Anuril mournfully says, "Always with the blodwyne..."

Imroth asks, "Syrup for these snowballs? Where is an enterprising Trader?"

Zersha asks Hebion in a Velakan accent, "Yes?"

Kethrai gives Anuril a wry grin.

Zersha grins at Hebion, her dimples flashing into view.

Valynn chuckles at Anuril.

Zandergast nods to Ellywen.

Aemaranth says to Hebion in a melodic accent, "It was kind of funny."

Tirost nods to Valynn.

Aemaranth grins at Hebion, her dimples flashing into view.

Hebion looks at Zersha and sighs.

Zersha looks at Aemaranth, obviously trying not to grin, but the dimples in her cheeks give her away.

Zersha wraps her arms lovingly around Hebion, snuggling close.

Xuya takes a sip of her water.

Zersha gently kisses Hebion on the cheek.

Miew takes a sip of her brandy.

Illiya pets a fluffy pink baby inkbound cow with frosted strawberry splotches.

Illiya winces slightly as the baby cow bites down on her arm.

Valynn quietly says to herself, "I wonder what Grey Expanse shaved ice would be like."

Aemaranth grins at Zersha, her dimples flashing into view.

Valynn licks her lips.

Anuril grins at Valynn.

Anuril takes a sip of his Expanse.

You grin.

Tirost says to Valynn, "I'd try it."

Mistanna chuckles.

Illiya says, "Did we vote and decide Miskton needs to invent some shaved ice, or was that just me."

Imroth says to Valynn, "Oh probably great! There is a whole lot of possibilities here."

Valynn grins.

Tirost nods to Illiya.

Imroth takes a sip of his wine.

Valynn grins at Illiya.

Zersha says to Illiya in a Velakan accent, "I'll add my vote to that."

Valynn nods in agreement.

Illiya says, "Productive meeting."

You say, "I could probably try it sometime! I suppose it's mostly about the recipe for the syrup..."

You stroke your beard in thoughtful contemplation.

Illiya grins at you, her dimples flashing into view.

Tirost says to you, "And if it suddenly becomes an orange or an apple, I'll be onto you."

Jaelia laughs!

Illiya says, "Vision-inspired recipes would be such a Miskton thing to do."

Jaelia takes a sip of her coffee.

Tirost takes a sip of his Expanse.

Imroth grins at Illiya.

Illiya takes a sip of her cocktail.

Zaran glances outside a moment.

You say, "Anyway, I suppose another possibility with the vision is elemental magic making some extremely detailed replica of something out of ice, enough to trick someone into thinking it's something else. But that's just a wild stab at trying to pull out some additional meaning."

Valynn ponders.

You say, "And the next vision... is actually reasonably pleasant."

You turn a page in your astronomer's journal.

Imroth lets out a loud "Huzzah!"

Zersha raises an eyebrow in your direction.

Jaelia laughs!

Jaelia gets an impish expression on her face, and lets out a hearty cheer.

Valynn grins at you.

Xuya takes a sip of her water.

Valynn says, "Excellent."

You say, "A tall man dressed in hides and rough linens walked along a dry grassland, his bare feet dirty and calloused. Each footprint grew dark, the dirt drinking deeply of the passage as if a fresh rain had just fallen. The man stepped between sedge and brush, occasionally reaching out a hand to gently caress flowers as he passed. Approaching a steep ravine, the man looked to each side. The chasm's walls were jagged with sharp stone and the rushing water below was formidable. The man crouched, pressing a palm into the dirt, and the ground began to shake."

Jaelia says, "I think we show up just to see if there is a nice one."

You say, "A thick collection of vines spiraled up from the soil, winding around each other to snake towards the far side of the ravine. The man walked across the makeshift bridge, balancing carefully but expertly along the sturdy growth. Reaching the other side, he continued his journey, and the vision faded."

Zersha says in a Velakan accent, "I need to learn how to do that."

You say, "First thought is a Ranger out on a journey."

Zaran says, "Interesting ability."

Imroth asks, "Ranger vine bridge??"

You say, "Someone who can magically manipulate plants like that would at least be operating in a similar sphere as Rangers, at least."

Ansara says to Xadon, "Your bridge is sturdier."

Xadon says, "Fo course it is, i built it with these two hands."

Anuril dryly says, "Must have been tough work alone."

Imroth says, "Spiraling vines made me think of the Herald spires at first, but I don't think this is related."

Tirost smiles at Valynn.

Xadon smiles as he wetly says oh i had help... didnt say i did it alone

Kethrai says to Imroth, "Agreed, the Heralds' creations were vines and rocks, notably Elemental."

Kethrai says, "This seems like just Life magic."

Imroth asks, "Are vines elemental?"

Tirost nods to Kethrai.

Ansara rubs Xadon's right hand.

Anuril shakes his head at Imroth.

Kethrai closes his eyes and settles into a graceful stance.

Kethrai says to Imroth, "Elemental in combination with Life."

Imroth nods.

Imroth says, "Almost like... a mixing of mana..."

Imroth chuckles.

Tirost takes a sip of his Expanse.

Imroth says, "Vine bridges sound rad."

You say, "The man seems to have been having a nice enough time on his journey, his magic wasn't catastrophic in its outcome... Really, quite pleasant as visions go."

Aemaranth says to Imroth in a melodic accent, "They sound like rope bridges."

Valynn says, "Rangers have a spell called Curse of the Wilds that conjurs vines to wrap around an opponent. Perhaps this is a version of that ability."

Imroth takes a sip of his wine.

Aemaranth grins at Imroth, her dimples flashing into view.

Umptiskrunk says, "Don't let Sheearyn find out about plant bridge. Be whole new thing to hear about."

Imroth gawks at Aemaranth.

Dilemma chortles softly at some secret joke.

Ellywen grins at Umptiskrunk.

You say, "I'm not sure I'd enjoy walking out in the wilderness barefoot like that, but to each their own."

You grin.

Kethrai laughs!

Aemaranth nods at Umptiskrunk, obviously agreeing with his views.

Imroth exclaims to Aemaranth, "WAY more style!"

Aemaranth asks Imroth in a melodic accent, "Can we shake people off of them?"

Aemaranth grins at Imroth, her dimples flashing into view.

Kethrai says to Umptiskrunk, "If it heals you when you walk across it, for sure. She'll burn every library mentioning it."

Imroth chuckles.

Illiya grins at Umptiskrunk, her dimples flashing into view.

Umptiskrunk chuckles at Kethrai.

Jaelia laughs!

Imroth rubs Illiya gently, massaging her muscles.

Aemaranth says in a melodic accent, "Something, something, unmentionables in a twist, something."

Aemaranth hums to herself.

Mistanna takes a sip of her Expanse.

Illiya smiles at Imroth, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

You ask, "And that covers all the visions I had to discuss this evening. Does anyone have any additional thoughts, or related subjects they'd like to bring up?"

Imroth says, "Yes. Shave ice please."

Tirost smiles.

Aemaranth nods at Imroth, obviously agreeing with his views.

Mistanna laughs!

You chuckle.

Aemaranth says in a melodic accent, "Food is by far the most important thing, ever."

Valynn takes a sip of her Expanse.

Imroth takes a sip of his wine.

You grin.

Aemaranth takes a sip of her fratvarit.

Miew takes a sip of her brandy.

Tirost shakes his head at Illiya.

You say, "Not that fresh fruit is bad, mind you! Just a bit disappointing when expecting an icy treat on a hot day."

Jaelia exclaims, "I could really use an orange or iced either would be fine!"

Valynn pats you on the back.

Imroth nods in agreement.

Illiya nods.

Aemaranth nods to Jaelia.

Valynn nods at Jaelia, obviously agreeing with her views.

Jaelia takes a sip of her liqueur.

Mistanna says to you, "Thank you for hosting."

Kethrai says to you, "Have you had frozen grapes? Best of both worlds. Drop a bunch of grapes in an unlochai bucket."

Mistanna waves.

Valynn glances outside a moment.

You stroke your beard in thoughtful contemplation.

You say to Kethrai, "That does sound nice."

Aemaranth grins at Illiya, her dimples flashing into view.

Zaran says to Zandergast, "@zander I must depart. Do try and behave."

Illiya nods to Aemaranth.

Imroth says to you, "Thank you for bringing us together! Excellent as always."

Zaran babbles incoherently.

Elizzibiana says to you in an archaic accent, "Thank you for holding this meeting, good to stay abreast of things."

Zandergast grins at Zaran.

Ezerak says to you, "Thank you for sharing your visions."

Tirost nods at Imroth, obviously agreeing with his views.

Flourishing one hand before her, Elizzibiana presses the other against her scarlet tabard as she gives a formal bow.

Zaran makes a grunting noise.

You say, "Okay then, thank you all for coming! Take care, and enjoy the rest of your evening."

You carefully mark your place and close your astronomer's journal, securing the clasp.
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