Miskton/Logs/20260314 Visions

Event Name: Vision Meeting

Event Instance: Prime

Real Date: 2026-03-14

Game Date of Event: 455-09-14

Point of View: Miskton

You say, "Okay! I think we can get started. Thank you all for joining me here this evening." Ivre grins at Trajan. Ivre beams at you! What a warm feeling! Ellywen leans back against Dilemma with a loving smile. (Zersha makes a show out of plucking a piece of lint off Aerhy's vest and flicking it away.) Ezathiel leans forward and rests his chin in his hand and directs a thoughtful expression at you. Raising his Grey Expanse to you, Tirost gives you a toast. Cheers! Zersha looks at Aerhys, obviously trying not to grin, but the dimples in her cheeks give her away. Zersha wiggles over towards Hebion. Zersha taps Hebion on the nose and exclaims, "Boop!" Ophiliah casually observes the area. Ayrell nods at Jaelia, obviously agreeing with her views. Aerhys quietly asks Zersha in a courtly accent, "Did we get it all?" Jaelia beams at Ophiliah! Jaelia grins at Ayrell. You say, "We've got a number of visions to discuss this evening. Unfortunately leaning a bit toward the violent side, though not all of them." Zersha nods at Aerhys, obviously agreeing with his views. Zersha pats Aerhys on the back. Ophiliah taps Jaelia on the nose and exclaims, "Boop!" Aerhys beams at Zersha! Jaelia grins at Ophiliah. Ivre whispers something to Trajan. Jaelia just hugged Ophiliah. Ayrell nods emphatically at Jaelia. Ivre whistles low. Ellywen gives Ophiliah a smooch. Ellywen hugs Ophiliah, who wraps her arms around Ellywen with a warm smile. You say, "I think perhaps we can start off with the most violent one, and get that out of the way..." You turn a page in your astronomer's journal. Ophiliah hugs Jaelia, who wraps her arms around Ophiliah with a warm smile. Zersha shudders. Ellywen looks at you and applauds! Jaelia grins at Ophiliah. Ophiliah snuggles up to Ellywen. Ophiliah gives Dilemma a smooch. You say, "A battlefield unfolded before me, bodies brutally hewing one another down amidst skewered horses screaming in the bloody mud. A barrier composed of a wall of corpses encased in melted armor blocked the view of the setting sun, and the battle continued under the dwindling light and sporadic explosions of fire and lightning. I saw no progress, no change, no side earning an advantage - there was only blood, and death, and the smell of burnt flesh." Aerhys takes a sip of his water. Dilemma grins at Ophiliah. Ellywen smiles at Ophiliah. Zersha fidgets nervously. You say, "A blinding bolt of electricity tore the area in half, striking an armored figure. The figure roared, the armor melting and flowing to the ground in rivulets of spitting metal, a ghostly remnant remained, snarling and panting, winding currents of lightning raking the ground. The figure looked at me and slowly floated forward, the combatants clearing a wide path." You say, "The vision faded." Tirost frowns. Zersha blinks. Ryeka frowns. Ezathiel shudders. Zersha says in a Velakan accent, "You weren't lying, quite violent." You nod. Ryeka nods in agreement. Jaelia exclaims, "Gooses, that is a vision!" Karthor says in a Haakish accent, "Yeesh." Aerhys furrows his brow. Ryeka exclaims, "That doesn't match with anything I've seen before!" You say, "Judging from the corpses, it seems that it might be the case that this latest figure is the first one that... whatever this is happened." Ryeka nods. Zersha furrows her brow. You say, "Instead of the result being just melted metal and a charred corpse." Tirost gazes thoughtfully at you. Karthor says in a Haakish accent, "Sounds like no ordinary bolt o' lightnin'." Ezathiel gets a sparkling black crystal flask with a dragonfire amber stopper from inside his hitman's backpack. Karthor scratches his head. Ezathiel tips up his flask and begins chugging down his Elothean windhaze! Ezathiel frowns. Ezathiel sighs. Ezathiel puts his flask in his hitman's backpack. Karthor nods to Tirost. Ezathiel leans forward and rests his chin in his hand and directs a thoughtful expression at you. Qij asks, "Where were you when you saw this vision?" Ivre asks Qij, "Where were you when he saw it?" Ivre squints at Qij. Qij holds his breath. You say, "The ghostly remnant that remained... Could look at it as something burning away the physical. Leaving behind... perhaps the soul? Or some other sort of power." Tirost smiles at Karthor. Qij quietly says to himself, "Excellent question...." You say to Qij, "On the streets of Shard, the first time." Qij nods to you. Karthor asks in a Haakish accent, "The remnant sounded unhappy with the arrangement, eh?" Tirost says, "The vision contains a lot of elemental magic, and a stalemate, lots of corpses. But after this effect, the combatants move for the floating figure..." You say, "There are presumably at least two sides in the conflict, but it's unclear which one is throwing lightning around. Everybody involved seemed to want to get out of the way once this happened, though." Tirost nods to you. Karthor strokes his beard in thoughtful contemplation. Ryeka nods to you. Qij says, "Well looks like 3 sides...possibly 4." Tirost asks you, "It's the figure whose armor was melted that the combantants stepped away from?" You say to Tirost, "That seemed to be the case, yes." You say, "Breaking it down to a very fundamental level, it seems to be about some costly process, with many failures, eventually resulting in stripping away aspects of something to reveal... something. With reason to be intimidated by whatever is left." Anuril makes a grunting noise. Ryeka nods. Ellywen nods to you. Anuril takes a sip of his cocktail. Aerhys takes a sip of his cocktail. You say, "For the next vision... Less blood, but still a great deal of destruction." You turn a page in your astronomer's journal. Ryeka nods. Tirost says to you, "It's odd that's the context seems to be a battlefield. It's either the effect that changes things, or the person affected." You say, "I stood before a field of wheat, dry and brittle under the warm sun and parched earth. A warm breeze stirred the field, kicking up dust and a relaxing rustle of whispering stalks. I startled at the click of a lighter, and turned to see the woman in the wide brimmed hat lighting a cigarillo. She smiled and exhaled a plume of smoke, which almost instantly dissipated in the breeze." Ezathiel cocks his head. You say, ""Could listen to this all day," she said. She smiled, and tilted her head to the sun, her eyes closed, and took a long, deep breath through her nose. "Do you hear it? I hope you heard it." You say, "She flicked her cigarillo into the field, and the field caught fire almost instantly, the fire carried by the wind. She turned to me, cataract eyes narrowed, and said, "One day this will all be yours." You say, "The vision faded." Zersha raises an eyebrow. Aerhys furrows his brow. Ryeka frowns. Ivre asks, "A burnt field will be yours?" Ezathiel blinks. Karthor scratches his head. You say, "Certainly sounded like a threat to me." Tirost says to Ivre, "And one she burned." Ryeka says, "There are several wheat fields I know of- from here to Therengia." Jaelia says, "She is my favorite repeating character in these Visions. She has such style, even if she often talks about destruction." Zersha softly says to Aerhys in a Velakan accent, "What a waste, think of all the treats that would have been made." Ellywen nods to Jaelia. Aerhys grins at Zersha, his dimples flashing into view. Aerhys nods to Zersha. Ellywen says to Jaelia in a lilting accent, "Right? That was so cool.. makes me want to break out a cigarillo.." Jaelia nods at Ellywen, obviously agreeing with her views. Ezathiel softly asks himself in an Ilithian accent, "We will inherit our own destruction?" You say, "Though, given what little we've seen of her nature, it may be more of a "look what you're going to do, you idiot"." Ivre grins at you. Karthor says in a Haakish accent, "Well did ya, in fact, "hear it"? Whatever "it" was." Karthor scratches his head. You say, "Not much beyond a breeze, it seemed." Zersha says in a Velakan accent, "I wonder if it was the wind, I hear things in the wind sometime." Tirost nods to you. Karthor ponders. Ellywen glances at Zersha. You say, "The rustle of the wheat..." Zersha giggles at Ellywen. Tirost says, "I also enjoy the sound of the wind moving in high grass, corn stalks and the like." Zersha says in a Velakan accent, "It's the music of nature." Tirost nods. You say, "She might be referring to that, and hoping I heard it... because now it's going to be gone." Ophiliah says, "Maybe it was the sound of the fire in the wind." Tirost says to you, "As I think on it, it does sound like a threat, or a taunt." Hebion says, "It's also a common saying to hear change upon the wind." Zersha nods at Hebion, obviously agreeing with his views. Luna gazes thoughtfully at Hebion. Ellywen nods to Hebion. Zersha softly says in a Velakan accent, "And sometimes a fire ends up being a good thing. It can add different things to the soil." Zersha shifts her weight. Ellywen nods at Zersha, obviously agreeing with her views. Zersha says in a Velakan accent, "There are also seeds that grow because of fire." Zersha grins, revealing her dimples. Tirost says, "The wheat was dry and brittle." You say, "Given most of the other contexts we've seen her in, I do expect whatever it represents is a bad thing. Though what she heard might not be... but it seems it will likely be gone." Tirost says, "The imagery doesn't seem to be of renewal so much as destruction. The way she narrows her eyes doesn't seem kind either." Ryeka ponders. You say, "Thus far, a lot of the disasters she's been associated with have been difficult to place. The optimistic view is that it's because we've managed to avoid them." Zersha says in a Velakan accent, "I like that view." Zersha nods to you. Ryeka nods to you. Luna nods. Dilemma ponders. Trajan asks, "The pessimistic view being that they haven't happened yet?" Qij smiles. You nod to Trajan. Zersha squints at Trajan. You say, "Yes, that." Anuril dryly says, "Vision of a drought, ,check." Qij takes a sip of his water. Qij just nudged Anuril. Anuril pokes Qij in the ribs. Ryeka takes a bite of the dumplings. Tirost laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement. Jaelia says, "If Moon Mage visions impacted spiritual matters, I would say it is a warning about the lack of harvested fields, and have a reminder that Asketi has not come for the dead in a bit, and it is well overdue and will be bad." You chuckle at Qij. Ryeka licks her lips. Jaelia says, "But they dont work that way, however, I'll make a note to have a Vigil anyway." Qij leans over and scratches your back. Ryeka nods to Jaelia. You nod to Jaelia. Zersha says in a Velakan accent, "We headed toward the time." Zersha frowns. Tirost quietly says to Ryeka, "Those dumplings look really good..." Zersha shivers. Ryeka grins at Tirost, her dimples flashing into view. You say, "The next vision... has me quite concerned." Zersha exclaims in a Velakan accent, "The dumplings are amazing!" You turn a page in your astronomer's journal. Zersha gazes at you. Tirost smiles at Zersha. You say, "Pincers grabbed my arm and bit deep, yanking me off my feet! A clicking crauyarin scuttler bent down and several waggling protrusions stabbed towards me. Suddenly, a blur of movement slammed into the scuttler, knocking it sideways, and I scampered back, putting distance between me and the creature, turning to run. The first step took me miles away, the second step landed exactly where I started. My inner ear screamed in protest and I found myself fighting nausea before the difference between what was in front of me and what was behind me blurred, and I lost my balance, wobbling about." You say, "I saw a scuttler looming over a cowering Human man, and threw myself forward, slamming into the scuttler, knocking it sideways. The man scampered away, and the scuttler splayed its various appendages, pointing upward toward a dark smudge in the sky." Ryeka frowns. You say, "The vision faded." You say, "I'm curious if any other seers have seen a different figure... but either way, I fear this is related to the Involuted Passage." Anuril raises an eyebrow. Zersha says in a Velakan accent, "I've heard of those things, no thank you." Luna nods at you, obviously agreeing with your views. Tirost asks you, "Someone resembling themselves, as you saw a Human man?" You say, "I'd been expecting the next threat related to it to come from the ocean... but it perhaps it, or something related, might come from the sky again." Anuril says, "It's a cycle, you saved yourself." Kethrai asks, "Seems like a vision of time travel? A loop in causality?" You nod to Tirost. Anuril nods to Kethrai. Tirost nods to Anuril. Karthor says in a Haakish accent, "That sounds incredibly disorientin'." Karthor twitches. Tirost nods to Karthor. You say, "Yes, that does seem likely, particularly if other seers experienced figures resembling themselves." Zersha quietly says to Aerhys in a Velakan accent, "Time travel makes my head hurt." Anuril takes a sip of his cocktail. Aerhys grins at Zersha, his dimples flashing into view. Ryeka rubs her nose. Aerhys leans on Zersha. Zersha softly says to Aerhys in a Velakan accent, "Thinking about it that is, I haven't actually time traveled that I know of." Zersha grins at Aerhys, her dimples flashing into view. Aerhys chuckles. Kethrai asks, "Well... It may be that we need to do something, soon, to have saved ourselves in the past?" Anuril nods to Kethrai. You say, "I'm still not sure just why the scuttlers and the Involuted Passage appear to be at odds. But there's no reason beings of Probability need to get along." Zersha asks you in a Velakan accent, "You said there was a smudge in the sky? Wasn't there some crystal star thing with those once?" Tirost says to you, "The smudge in the sky was an interesting detail... The scuttler also harkens back to the Involuted Passage." Zersha rubs her head. Anuril takes a sip of his cocktail. Aerhys offers Zersha a sugar-rimmed glass of Celestial Compact cocktail. Ryeka grins at Zersha, her dimples flashing into view. You say, "Yes, I couldn't make out any details. But our first view of the Involuted Passage was as a vague smudge in the sky." Zersha takes a sip of her cocktail. Zersha says to Aerhys in a Velakan accent, "I don't know that this will make it easier, but it's tasty." Luna gazes intently into her sanowret crystal, and scintillating sparks of light dance across its surface. Zersha grins at Aerhys, her dimples flashing into view. Luna gazes intently into her sanowret crystal, and scintillating sparks of light dance across its surface. Tirost says to you, "Everything to do with that still feels very much a mystery to me." You say, "It seems like the scuttler may have been trying to get my attention rather than trying to attack me, even if it was painful." Ryeka ponders. Aerhys ponders. Zersha says to Aerhys in a Velakan accent, "I'm not sure it's a good idea to mix time travel and sky travel, sounds dangerous." Zersha takes a sip of her cocktail. Aerhys nods at Zersha, obviously agreeing with her views. Kethrai says, "Assuming it is a vision about you saving your past self... It seems like the scuttler is hostile toward your past self but not your future self." Ezathiel ponders. Karthor asks in a Haakish accent, "Maybe ya got permission somewhere in between. This's the one what had the whole permission thing, right?" Karthor grins. Kethrai asks, "And the scuttlers did help us to take down the Passage when it arrived, for no reason that was apparent at the time. Maybe there's something we need to do to recruit their help, now in the present?" Tirost grins at Karthor. Ezathiel furrows his brow. You exclaim to Karthor, "That seems to be the case, though still confusing!" You say to Kethrai, "That could be. They, or something communicating through them, seem to know something, at least." Luna gazes intently into her sanowret crystal, and scintillating sparks of light dance across its surface. Tirost asks Kethrai, "Some helped and some, the ones who seemed burned, opposed us. Am I remembering that right?" You say to Tirost, "My impression is that the Involuted Passage took them over, somehow." Kethrai nods to Tirost. Tirost nods to you. You say, "The next vision does feature some blood, though a bit of a smaller scale..." You turn a page in your astronomer's journal. Jaelia nods. Aerhys tilts his head inquisitively. Ezathiel gazes at you. Anuril takes a sip of his cocktail. You say, "I walked along the shore, breathing the salty air and letting cold water tug at my ankles. I bent and picked up a bleached shell, running my thumb along the spiral, the endless spiral, winding its way inward and inward and suddenly I hissed in surprise as my thumb began to bleed, a whisper-thin slice bleeding onto the porous surface. I watched as the shell turned red, twinkling, unraveling, extending tendrils and glistening as it folded and stretched and unfolded and I dropped it into the surf and watched as it scampered out into the water. I looked up. The sun began to grow large, separating into a pair of spinning orbs that trailed streamers of blinding fire." You say, "The vision faded." Ryeka blinks. Zersha leans on Hebion. Karthor stares blankly into the distance. Ryeka exclaims, "That's new too!" Ezathiel blinks. Anuril quietly says to Kethrai, "No seafood for dinner tonight." Tirost says to you, "You're not giving us a lot of hopeful, happy visions, Court Seer." You say, "That could also perhaps be related to the Involuted Passage, and the crystal that ended up in the ocean. Though the sea is not an uncommon appearance in visions in general." Ryeka nods at Anuril, obviously agreeing with his views. Ezathiel grins at Anuril. Kethrai jabs an elbow into Anuril's ribs. The honeymoon must be over. Anuril coughs. You say, "The sun turning into spinning orbs... I couldn't quite make out exactly how they were spinning, but there's a possibility that might be an appearance of the lighthouse that has been in a number of visions." You say, "Not clearly, but that sort of motion could be the spinning of lighthouse beams." Kethrai says, "It also feels like the opposite of the motion of the shell? The shell was a spiral growing closer and closer, then the two suns are a spiral growing further apart." Ryeka blinks. Zersha asks in a Velakan accent, "Isn't there some sort of red spiral that people talk about?" Karthor asks in a Haakish accent, "Do ya s'pose there's any significance to the shell bein' a spiral? Which turned red? I s'pose tha'd make it a red spiral, eh?" Anuril smirks at Zersha. Zersha says in a Velakan accent, "People need to stop reading my mind today." Zersha grins at Karthor, her dimples flashing into view. Ryeka grins at Zersha, her dimples flashing into view. Aerhys grins at Zersha, his dimples flashing into view. Karthor grins. You say, "That is also a good thought." Jaelia takes a sip of her brandy. Tirost says, "There are parallels: the red of the blood on the shell, the red of the sun and the fire, the spiral of the shells, and the spinning orbs." Karthor asks in a Haakish accent, "Do things ever some out o' the red spiral, or only ever go in?" Karthor scratches his head. Dilemma nods to Ellywen. Ryeka says, "Another thought I had was of a ritual that a cleric might use to get- attention- from the darker gods. Offering Blood on the appropriate altar." Jaelia says, "There is an old riddle that asks, "Is the sprial turning inwards or outwards?" The answer is always both." Jaelia smiles at Ryeka. Ryeka smiles at Jaelia, revealing the dimples in her cheeks. Ryeka nods to Jaelia. You say, "The Red Spiral is definitely a good thought. Though makes it a bit more concerning that my blood is involved." You grin wryly. Anuril chortles softly at some secret joke. Tirost grins at you. Jaelia grins at you. You say, "And then the last vision to discuss tonight is more peaceful." You turn a page in your astronomer's journal. Aerhys grins sheepishly at Zersha. Aerhys hugs Zersha, who wraps her arms around Aerhys with a warm smile. Zasko inhales a great swallow of air. Zersha pulls Aerhys to her in a tight hug. Zersha gently kisses Aerhys on the cheek. Zersha exclaims to Aerhys in a Velakan accent, "Soon!" Zersha points at Aerhys. Tirost says, "Thank Meraud." You say, "A serene forest stretched all around, and a simple cabin with a well-crafted waterwheel sat next to a rushing stream. The cabin and wheel were clearly abandoned, covered in a thick layer of moss, though both were otherwise in good condition, the wheel still turning. A man cautiously approached, peering into the cabin's broken windows, circling the structure, and finally crouching nearby on the stream bank, watching the water flow and the wheel turn." You say, "After a moment of consideration, the man approached the wheel and began a systematic deconstruction, pulling nails and separating boards, laying each component neatly nearby until the waterwheel was a tidy pile of lumber. Pocketing the nails, the man walked into the forest." You say, "The vision faded." Ryeka blinks. Ivre ponders. Ivre says, "That sounds like theft." Jaelia exclaims, "That is a horrific vision!" Karthor scratches his head. Anuril smirks. Tirost glances at Jaelia. Ryeka says, "Still destruction- though not random." Zersha gnaws on her lip. Tirost takes a sip of his Expanse. Ivre says to Jaelia, "I agree, it sounded pretty until it didn't." Jaelia says, "Everything was fine and working and in balance, he destroyed it took the tiny tools he wanted that cost nothing, and left." Ivre nods to Jaelia. Ivre exclaims to Jaelia, "Exactly!" Jaelia nods at Ivre, obviously agreeing with her views. You say, "Though it was also serving no purpose as it was." Jaelia says, "I'm sorry, that is the worst Vision I feel of the evening." Jaelia nods to you. Zersha squints at Jaelia. Ivre asks, "Also, cliffhanger, what did he do with the nails!?" Jaelia grins at Ivre. Ryeka nods in agreement. Zersha exclaims in a Velakan accent, "Maybe he makes a new waterwheel and fixes the whole place up!" You say to Ivre, "That is probably a very important aspect of whatever this represents." Zasko darkly says, "I don't think I want to know what he's doing with the nails...I don't think it's construction." Zersha takes a sip of her cocktail. Jaelia says, "It could mean something better .. but we'd need to see the next vision in the series." Zersha gazes at Zasko. Kethrai says, "A water wheel turning a mill that's milling no grain slows the river for no purpose. The person in the vision seemed to take care to ensure it really was abandoned first." Ivre looks thoughtfully at Kethrai. Tirost says, "It's odd that the deconstructor pockets the nails, but seems to leave the rest..." Kethrai nods at Tirost, obviously agreeing with his views. Zersha softly says to Ellywen in a Velakan accent, "We need more visions of candy and fields of flowers with cute bunnies." You say, "Certainly easier to walk off with nails than a big pile of lumber, but there's probably more to it than that." Jaelia says to you, "That is an assumption that the water wheel was causing harm and there was no purpose to it." Ryeka grins at Zersha, her dimples flashing into view. Jaelia says, "I mean these all are, but what a horrible man." Ellywen says to Zersha in a lilting accent, "I like the cigarillo one.." Zersha says to Ellywen in a Velakan accent, "That one wasn't AS bad." Trajan says, "Why would he need to carry off the lumber? He's heading into a forest." Ryeka says, "Hmm- a field of grain burned, a mill dismantled." Zersha says to Trajan in a Velakan accent, "Lumber already milled is easier than cutting down trees." Karthor says in a Haakish accent, "Clearly it's about Annael. Unless ya have the right cheese first, then ya don't get those two things mixed up anymore." Ryeka says, "I wonder if someone is about to face a famine." You say, "For a positive interpretation, it could represent something like finding lost knowledge, thoroughly researching it, and then taking something from it to use for new developments." Karthor hums to himself. Jaelia says, "It could, not all deconstruction is bad. Deconstructing knowledge to get the most important pieces to repurpose and causing no harm to the old knoweldge and respecting it is important." Tirost asks Trajan, "But why take the nails? They're easy enough to acquire in any town for a traveler. And why leave the lumber in an orderly pile, if the only goal was destruction?" Ryeka ponders. Jaelia says, "I would say this is the most divisive vision, no one knows if its good or bad or something else. Hopefully the series continues." Ryeka nods. Trajan says to Tirost, "When you have a hammer, every problem looks like a nail. Perhaps he didn't have enough problems." Kethrai says, "Well, we've seen examples of things continuing to work long after their purpose is complete. Or at least, it's long enough in the past as to be unknown, and whoever gave it to them is no longer around." Tirost grins. Ivre chortles softly at some secret joke. You say, "Perhaps the man will find something else, and take another component from that." Jaelia grins at Trajan. Ivre grins at Trajan. Zersha says in a Velakan accent, "Maybe he's going to make a treehouse." Zersha grins, revealing her dimples. Trajan nods to Zersha. Kethrai says, "The clay soldiers near Langenfirth, the custodians in Zengmodaleth." Ivre says, "Ohh I hope it has an in floor firepit like mine." Ivre nods to Trajan. Zersha grins at Ivre, her dimples flashing into view. Jaelia takes a sip of her brandy. Zersha exclaims to Ivre in a Velakan accent, "That sounds wonderful!" Tirost nods to Kethrai. Ivre says to Zersha, "He keeps saying I'm trying to burn the treehouse down." Ivre looks at Zersha and sighs. Zersha exclaims to Ivre in a Velakan accent, "That's what the fire pit is for!" Trajan says to Ivre, "Not everyone likes to live with a fire hazard." Zersha says to Ivre in a Velakan accent, "It's not like you're making a bonfire on the bed." Zersha takes a sip of her cocktail. Ivre gawks at Trajan. Trajan says, "The entire foundation of her house is flammable." You ask, "And that covers the visions I had to discuss this evening! Does anyone have any other thoughts, or additional topics they'd like to bring up?" Jaelia beams at you! What a warm feeling! Zersha smiles at you, revealing the dimples in her cheeks. Zersha says to you in a Velakan accent, "I can't say I liked most of the visions, but it is interesting to try and puzzle them out." Tirost says, "Comparing this vision to the wheat field - both deal with things that are no longer in their ideal state: the field is dry and the watermill is mossy and old. The woman with the cataracts burns the field, and the man carefully deconstructs the mill, but takes the nails." Tirost runs his fingers through his hair. Ezathiel raises an eyebrow. Zersha smiles at Ellywen, revealing the dimples in her cheeks. Ryeka ponders. Kethrai nods to Tirost. Ryeka nods to Tirost. Jaelia says to Tirost, "A bit of a cliff hanger.. maybe even a nail biter..." Luna nods to Tirost. Dilemma shifts her weight. Zersha gazes at Jaelia. Tirost nods at Jaelia, obviously agreeing with her views. Jaelia beams! Zersha looks at Jaelia and sighs. Karthor grins at Jaelia. Zersha takes a sip of her cocktail. Karthor holds his hand out towards Jaelia for a highfive. Zersha says in a Velakan accent, "We've devolved into puns." Zersha gazes off into the distance. Trajan nods to Ivre. Jaelia and Karthor highfive each other and follow it up with simultaneous finger snaps. Sassy! Kethrai says, "And both of those examples represent civilization." Ellywen rubs Dilemma's back. Tirost nods to Kethrai. Anuril dryly says, ""'Civilization'." Anuril takes a sip of his cocktail. Kethrai says to Anuril, "To contrast against the natural world, not as a value judgment." Kethrai grins wryly. Ivre wiggles over and snuggles up against Trajan. Ellywen takes a long drag off of a burning pink cigarillo. Jaelia says, "To be clear, I found the Visions very great to ponder and think. Even when I don't understand them, they lead me to really instersting tangents and I like seeing how they work with civilization as well." Jaelia nods to Kethrai. Kethrai says, "There's little as un-natural as a cultivated field of wheat." Ryeka says, "I've gone questing for old information and old legends before- but it's been a while. A while too long, I begin to think." Zersha takes a sip of her cocktail. Ryeka ponders. Luna gazes intently into her sanowret crystal, and scintillating sparks of light dance across its surface. Luna gazes intently into her sanowret crystal, and scintillating sparks of light dance across its surface. You exclaim, "Well then... Thank you all for coming, and enjoy the rest of your evening!" You carefully mark your place and close your astronomer's journal, securing the clasp.