Glorious Home

[Nephrite]

Moore will go through the rest of his meal -- saving the candies, before he takes a small piece of the beef left over and tosses it to Wood.

[Anastasia]

This passes well enough - and by the end, a knock on the door. Cresiel comes in, "Moore," he greets, getting a visitor's chair and sitting. "The victims are being tended to whilst Duran is facing judgment for his crimes."

[Nephrite]

"Did I ever tell you about the time I was part of one of the Whirlwind Throne's trials?" Moore asks. "I can imagine that Duran's going through something a bit more... personal than that." He says with a small shrug.

"I imagine we'll be called back to Jovar in due time. Oh, I forgot to give Grias that stone I found there to take to Aurora... ah well, there's time enough for that eventually."

[Anastasia]

"Far more personal," Cresiel confirms, "Those who will not repent, those who embrace evil until the end, are ultimately sealed away until the Last Day. It is said that they will be faced with the unbound light of Chronias on that day, and what happens to them..." Here he pauses, "No one quite agrees, but either a final annihilation or an ultimate salvation."

[Nephrite]

"No one can know indeed." Moore says with a nod. "I think history has proven that even devils capable of atonement, though, so... I'd lean towards salvation, myself. I think everyone has a shred of goodness in them somewhere." He says as he tilts his head back and forth as if verifying his thought process.

"What do you think? I'd imagine with your beliefs, you'd think that the light of Chronias and of Celestia itself can reach anyone if they're willing to open up to it." He says.

[Anastasia]

"I have no doubt that the light of Chronias could reach them. The only question is if the light finds them worthy." Here Cresiel pauses, "Legends say that the few times a wicked creature has dared to enter Zaphkiel's presence, they have been immediately obliterated by holy light - a final death of the body and the wicked soul that resides within. I know not what the ultimate righteousness will choose in the end, nor do I presume to  have the answer. I can only have my personal opinion and hope, and trust in what is righteous to do what is right, beyond my own limited perspective."

[Nephrite]

"It was less about passing into Chronias and more about what one does prior to that time." Moore says with a smile. "More about redemption and salvation in the lives we lead in the here and now."

[Anastasia]

"Aye, there's wisdom in that," Cresiel concurs, "Though that touches on why I came. Do you have immediate plans after our victory? I find that after a victory, should nothing be immediately pressing, a rest to digest it and reflect on what was learned is often valuable."

[Nephrite]

"I've spent a lot of time trying to get you to change the way you think about things, I see no reason I cannot reciprocate and try things your way." Moore agrees. "I'd like to see if I can find more wisdom in how I used the Words of Creation anyway."

[Anastasia]

"Wisdom. I will aid you if you need my help," Cresiel says, then slowly exhales, "It has been too long since I've lost myself in a good history, and I desire to write a history of Aurora, from the beginning to Lifasa's liberation. I can begin that during this."

Meanwhile, Wood comes up to Cresiel  and sits before him, the solar absently petting his head. "Just don't tell my mother," he murmurs to him, smiling, "She is very much a cat person, as are many with a chaotic nature."

[Nephrite]

Moore laughs at that. "I won't, I promise. Mm, I suppose it's only fair I do this one without any magical aid... Baleruk would probably tell me something like 'SUCH MAGIC IS BENEATH ONE OF YOUR STATURE' or something like that if he knew what I was trying to do." Moore lets out a breath.

"I'd ask Xandra if she wanted to join us, but she probably has her own way of doing things. ...Hm, I wonder if I'll be able to hear the music..." He trails off as he gets lost in some thoughts before he shakes his head quickly. "Yes, let's try."

[Anastasia]

"The music? What Xandra speaks of?" Cresiel asks, still petting Wood.

[Nephrite]

"Correct. She seems blessed in a unique way." Moore says. "It's worth a try to at least hear, right?"

[Anastasia]

Cresiel nods and from there...

How do you plan to hear it, precisely?

[Nephrite]

That is a GREAT question.




I don't know. He's just going to try and listen for ~the voice~ and see if maybe if he's trying to only listen to that if he can hear something else.

He has to start somewhere.