Pixie on the town (Moore)

[Anastasia]

Turns out its Windfall Avenue, not Street. Who knew?

Windfall Avenue has streets of gold. The buildings here are tall and loom over you in dozens of stories, yet not a single one casts a shadow. All is bright here, and above the sky glitters like bright diamonds. As you step onto the street, a voice is heard in your mind. 'Welcome to Windfall Avenue, valued fey visitor. As you are certainly already aware, Windfall Avenue's skies are forbidden territory past the rooftops. Please do not fly above them. Thank you and continue your business, valued guest.'

[Nephrite]

He can't really respond mentally, so he just nods! He'll make sure not to fly too high. He'll look about for any signs that lead to the Silverbrow Consortium.

[Anastasia]

The building you're looking for isn't hard to find. After all, it's not every day you see a imposing, dozen story tall behemoth of a building with a front of pure amethyst. The light from the golden streets reflects up into it, turning the impossibly large slabs of gemstone to sparkle a bright, pale purple. A grand door big enough for a great wyrm dragon to pass through is open, as if to invite any and all to come in. But it's hard to see inside, your eyes constantly sliding over what's inside and not registering it at all. Above the door leading in is a dragon's head carved of amethyst, fit for a a town-sized dragon. It's open in an eternal, silent roar.

[Nephrite]

Moore's eyes widen a bit, but, as he's been to Mineral, something about it just doesn't catch his eyes as much as it would normally. Impressive craftsmanship, though.

He'll fly inside and look around for an entry desk or anyone to greet him, as he doesn't want to just zip around and make his first impression bad.

[Anastasia]

Ahead is a plaza bigger than most castles. There are fountain there that spew purple water that becomes amethysts as it rains down. There are purple and black plants all over, pruned and grown into miniature dragon-shapes to decorate small gardens. These gardens have stone-wrought benches with supports of beautiful women, the stone carved to absolute perfection. In the back there's a huge wooden square that serves as a desk, big enough for a dozen pretty women to stand within the center and have lots of space to spare.

[Nephrite]

"Well, they have the theme down, at least..." Moore says to himself. He'll fly towards the wooden desk to see if he can spot anyone.

[Anastasia]

You pass fountains of amethysts and many little parks before reaching ot the desk. Each woman has brightly colored hair in a rainbow of colors, natural and otherwise. Each wears a well-cut dress in the same color as their hair and lots of jewelry with matching gemstones. A redhead with pouty red lips who virtually drips rubies bows as you approach. In flawless Sylvan, "Sir fey and companion," she greets. "Welcome to the Silverbrow Consortium."

[Nephrite]

Moore bows his head and smiles. "Good day to you, madam. My name is Moore, of Aurora. This is Moonlight, also of Aurora." Moore says with a smile. "We are here to request a meeting with anyone from the Consortium, preferably anyone who has spoken with us in the past. I believe the most recent contact was Sir Muirfinn, but he is... not available as of currently to be here." Moore says, trying to hide some sadness in his voice. "I realize this is rather short notice, but I hope we're not inconveniencing anyone too much."

[Anastasia]

"I am Ruby," she says, coming out and leading you on, "Come with me, we will discuss this somewhere privately."

[Nephrite]

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Ruby." Moore says as he follows dutifully along.

[Anastasia]

You are lead further within. Past all the wealth are an array of doors that blend into the wall. One is opened and you step through. Stepping through is like free-falling for a second, teleportation taking you elsewhere.

You stand in a room full of giant crystalline structures. Giant gemstones and crystals surrounded by velvet ropes are all about, each one having a small wooden sign floating just besides them.  Occasionally cozy tables and chairs are besides a particularly impressive set. You are lead to the nearest table, "Growing Wealth, a restaurant," Ruby announces as the chairs pull themselves out for you. "If you take the time to watch them, you can see the gems growing before your eyes. It's most interesting, but please refrain from touching the gems. They are part of Mister Sisatar's hoard."

[Nephrite]

Moore nods and takes a seat. Well, he might just stand or keep flying, depending on the size. Either way, he smiles and will glance at the gems. "You all seem to have a real... hmm... artist's focus with gemcrafts." Moore says with a smile. Oh, maybe they'd like to see that pressed gem... he'll hold onto that for now.

[Anastasia]

A seat and table shrink before your eyes, adjusting to pixie height. "Have a seat," Ruby says, snapping her fingers. A spectral, half visible man-shaped force appears. An unseen servant, Moore can tell that much. "I'll have brined crystals and peppers. Would you care for anything," Ruby asks.

Moonlight whistles as she looks around, "Chocolate flavored cream cake, if you have it. Nice place, by the way. Mister Sisatar's a dragon, since you mentioned a hoard?"

[Nephrite]

Moore smiles and takes a seat. "If you have any dried fruit, that would be excellent. Ah... no crystals, please."

[Anastasia]

The servant hurries off. "Now that we're past the awkward parts," Moonlight says, "How about we get down to this?"

"Yes. Mister Sisatar is a busy man," Ruby agrees, "Let us get down to it."