Muirfinn's diary (Moore)

[Anastasia]

"Around," Elegy replies as she turns the fish, "Parents worked for a mercane group and traveled with them. Saw many of the planes, even this one. Strange place for an elf to be, but something here calls to me."

[Nephrite]

Moore smiles. "I know that feeling. I traveled a lot myself, but finally found a sense of purpose once I started to follow my own path. I've found that, especially here, if you worry less about searching for the answer to a specific question and just let the wisdom of the mountain guide you, you'll find what you're looking for. It may not be... mm..." He looks to Cresiel and then back. "It's probably not going to be what you expected, but the wisdom will be there nonetheless."

[Anastasia]

"That's another thing that draws me here," Elegy slips into elven, not seeming to notice. "You find answers seemingly from innocuous things. You learn from them, grow greater with it being unexpected." She chuckles, "I had worried that I caught too many fish and would have to salt and preserve them, yet now it is provided for. A trivial worry, except that I do not have the money to use salt on that."

[Nephrite]

Moore smiles. It feels too obvious that suddenly the answer is going to be 'elves,' but...

"Yes, exactly. Perhaps the mountain itself is suggesting that we are to have this meeting." Speaking in Elven as well, he glances at the fire. "I suppose one could say you shouldn't over-analyze anything... But I think in a place like this, you have to make exceptions."

[Anastasia]

As the fish turn and turn, cooking away, Elegy asks, "Since you've solved my problem, what of yours?"

[Nephrite]

"Haha, am I that easy to read?" Moore says. "I have two... One is personal, one affects everyone. I feel like I need to deal with the personal one before I can adequately deal with the other. To make a long story short...er, I will summarize: I'm missing some memories. I can't tell if they're good, bad, or somewhere in between... and I keep feeling as if I'm getting breakthroughs on them that stop me in my tracks. I thought by coming here I might be able to find answers to that matter."

[Anastasia]

"No, but Celestia is sometimes obvious," Elegy retorts. "Hm. If you weren't a fey, I'd say it sounds like you're trying to remember your mortal life."

[Nephrite]

Moore smiles. "Unless I turned mortal while I was there, which... well, I suppose it's not completely impossible." He shrugs at that. "I do remember light. Lots and lots of it... I just don't know why." He manages to pull his eyes off the fire for a moment. "But I think it's integral to the whole thing."

[Anastasia]

Cresiel speaks up here, "What provokes remembering?" he asks.

"Light? An endless sea of light?" The elf asks, taking the fish off and putting them onto plates.

[Nephrite]

"It seems completely random." Moore says, thinking back to the times it's happened. "I..." He turns to look at Elegy. "Yes, that's it... ...wait, don't tell me you...?"

[Anastasia]

Elegy laughs now, stopping to cut into her fish and take a bite. "No. I've merely read various metaphors for Chronias, and one of them is a sea of light."

"I do not believe it to be Chronias," Cresiel says, quietly but firmly. "One does not return from there, not until the day the gates of Chronias are unlocked. As Valor's Trumpet has not yet been sounded, that day has not come."

[Nephrite]

"Well, most people don't just wake up in the middle of a field on Venya next to a sheepherder, either." Moore counters with a smile. "But I think you're right, you probably can't get kicked out of Chronias, as it were." Moore laughs, then he clears his throat. "No, but maybe that's part of it... maybe it's just a giant demiplane that was someone's creation to get closer to Chronias. Hmm... I guess it's possible, but... anyway."

He looks back to Cresiel. "The last time I was overcome was when we were visiting a prime world. I was just... hit with something. I was thinking that the place we were in reminded me of... something, Like a fragment of a memory of someone... And then I suddenly had an image of... I first thought it was Hanna, but then... no, it was a planetar. Something lost... ...and then I just found myself on the floor with my face in it first. It really hurt." Moore adds.

"After that, when we came back, I was exhausted and took a nap. I woke up and all I could see were dazzling lights... and that's when I swear I heard someone talking to me... sometimes people's words would get replaced, like when you and I spoke." He shakes his head. "I suppose it might be triggered by me trying to think and focus on the memories."

[Anastasia]

"The truth you do not have, but the truth you may need," Cresiel says, turning his gaze up. "When I am lost, confused or simply need peace, I look towards the light of Chronias and meditate."

"That is strange," Elegy agrees, "It's like things are triggering them? Is this Hanna a planetar, it sounds like she is?"

[Nephrite]

"I wonder if it's something triggering them and I don't even realize it." Moore says. "Hanna is...  yes." Moore nods. "She is. I don't think she has any connection to this, but it might have simply been that it was what my memory saw as the closest approximation."

"Maybe just resting and trying to clear my mind while I'm here is the best bet." Moore says.

[Anastasia]

Cresiel tucks into his meal, the larger solar going through the fish in short order. Once that's done, "Perhaps that is the truth you sought here. It is an internal problem, you must look inside, not outside."