Glorious Home

[Nephrite]

"There are many reasons someone working with Raquiel would be here, but many more I can think of that they'd want something to do with me." Moore says as he flies out to offer a proper bow.

"Moore, Duke of Songs, at your service. To what to I owe the pleasure?" He asks as he takes a seat opposite the trumpet archon.

[Anastasia]

"Morningvale," The trumpet archon rises to introduce himself, bowing deeply to you. He sits after that, "My master sends a greeting to anyone who establishes a home on Lunia. It's being neighborly, as she likes to say." His voice is strong and stirring, a battlefield commander's. "As well as an invitation to visit her, should you wish to learn more of rebirth and resurrection."

[Nephrite]

Moore smiles and offers a small chuckle at that.

"It's funny, a while ago I never would've imagined Celestia even had the concept of neighbors." Moore says with a chuckle. "Sorry, I mean no offense, of course even angels understand what it means to live next to someone. It's just... funny. It's a simple mortal concept that's managed to make its way into the highest of heavens."

He shakes his head a bit after that. "I do have a topic or two for her I would like to discuss on a personal matter. I'm still waiting on a resolution from..." He gestures upwards with a hand absently. "So I have time now, if you think she'd agree to meet on short notice."

[Anastasia]

"If you would allow me to the time to craft a message to that effect?" Mornigvale asks. "Raquiel also considers everyone on Lunia her neighbors. She has quite the expansive opinion of it."

[Nephrite]

Moore laughs a small bit at the last part. "I understand, I'm sure for an Authority things are a little different in that regard anyway. I still have to get used to how certain people view things from their perspective." He nods again. "By all means, take all the time you need, I'm in no hurry."

[Anastasia]

What follows is prayerful spellcasting. Morningvale kneels and murmurs his words long and...

> roll 1d100 higher the better
<Serith> Kotono roll for Serith < 39 > [d100=39]

"She is currently occupied with her duties," Morningvale says, regret in his voice. "If you are willing to come tomorrow, she should be able to meet a visitor then."

[Nephrite]

"Tomorrow it is, then." Moore says with a smile. "You're always welcome to come back if there's anything you'd like to discuss on your own, Morningvale."

[Anastasia]

"Thank you, kind sir," Morningvale replies, "At the moment no -I have duties to attend to, but perhaps in the future."

[Nephrite]

"Of course. Please give my regards to Lady Raquiel, then." Moore says as he gets up to show Morningvale out.

[Anastasia]

Okay, you have some time to kill until that. Any plans or going to wait, see if anything happens then go tomorrow?

[Nephrite]

Since he's got time, he'll go back to the magical prime he had gone to before.

The last time Moore went to visit the magic prime Here he didn't have to worry about spiritual wounds -- presuming that's the same case as this time, he's going to Greater Plane Shift himself back outside the NO TELEPORTATION ALLOWED forest and go back to the cave. Hopefully getting in won't be a problem since Dana's not here this time.

[Anastasia]

Sure. You will get interrupted first, though.

Disclaimer, I'd want to brush up on reading that and with Avernus going ons I won't have time until tonight, so I'm going to knock out a small scene first. Less interrupting you and more making time with what I have ready due to oh crap shenanigans over there taking DM focus.

As you head to the courtyard to go out, you find Xandra out here. She is in her child form once more, sitting on the ground near the gates. Her gaze is upwards, towards Chronias, radiant in the sky.

"Moore," She greets as you come by.

[Nephrite]

Understood and understood.

"I'll admit, I didn't think you were going to go back and forth. ...You're not the dog, too, are you?" Moore asks with a smile.

[Anastasia]

Xandra smiles ever so slightly and utters, "Woof." She shakes her head afterwards, "The form matters little, so long as one can see and hear Chronias. Moore," Gaze still upwards, "You are aware of the Dukes of Hell and the Authorities of Celestia. Tell me, which do you believe calls a dragon one of their own?"

[Nephrite]

"I don't think I've ever heard of a dragon Duke from Hell... though I admit I didn't spend a lot of time studying their hierarchy. If I were to take a guess, I'd say it was the Authorities. He doesn't happen to be a great gold wyrm that tends to live in Venya, does he?" Moore asks with a small pull upwards of his lips.