Muirfinn's diary (Moore)

[Nephrite]

Moore yawns again. "Ah... I think I'll take a small rest before we continue on again..." He says as he moves to get comfortable and lay down.

What a nice place to be able to rest.

[Anastasia]

You soon fall dead asleep, gone to the world. If you dream, you don't remember a single one.

You stir to the feeling of wetness against your feet.

[Nephrite]

Wetness...? Did they move Aurora back to Water?

...Wait... ...wait, what?!

His grogginess slowly starts to fade as he sits up... what, wait, why are his feet wet...?

[Anastasia]

The waves of Lunia lap against your feet. You lie just at the wave line, in the warm and damp sands.

[Nephrite]

"Ah, of course." Moore nods. "I understand, it's time to go home." He looks around for Cresiel, or perhaps he's the one who brought him here?

[Anastasia]

Cresiel is nearby. "It is time," Cresiel says, "You have been shown what you needed, the wisdom you need is within that. If it is not obvious, then meditate and pray on it so that you will understand it in due time."

[Nephrite]

"No, I think I understand." Moore smiles. "The path I walk will be difficult, but worth it. Thank you for helping to guide me."

[Anastasia]

Returning to Aurora? If so, what next?

[Nephrite]

Yes. He's got some stuff for Mirajane and Sylvie, and I think Mirajane's back, so he'll go look for her.

[Anastasia]

Mirajane's found training. She's using a practice spear and going at a wooden dummy pretty good, repeating her strikes. She pauses only to nod to you as you step through the portal, then goes back to her training.

[Nephrite]

Well, she surely knows why he's here, right? Either way, he'll wait for her to finish.

[Anastasia]

Mirajane's at it awhile, another half hour before she finishes. She's pristine despite it all, not a drop of sweat or hair out of place. She tosses her wooden spear aside, a clatter that blends in with the noises of other people training. "Yes?"

[Nephrite]

"I'm surprised, you usually know things before anyone's had a chance to say them. Am I a special case?" He asks with a wide smile.

"I need to speak to you about this matter." Moore says, holding up Muirfinn's diary.

[Anastasia]

"I'm trying not to do that so much," Mirjane says, falling in step with you. Or walking while you fly, anyway. "The Father." It's not a question, but a simple statement of fact.

[Nephrite]

"I don't mind if you do." Moore says. "But as a follower of Erathaol, that's probably to be expected, right?" He smiles a little more, before he looks serious. "Yes. I... I have a theory. Something that I'd like to do as we prepare to face Him. Would you hear me out and advise if it's a foolish path?"