Onwards

[Nephrite]

"That certainly sounds familiar." Moore says with a smile. "I suppose I ought to just send her a message and see if she's be willing to see me."

[Anastasia]

"It's worth a try," Xandra concurs, then with a twitch of a smile, "If you hope to meet hope..."

Kaja groans and leans back, closing his eyes shut tight.

[Nephrite]

Moore shakes his head with a grin as he uses his Stone.

'Hello, Auhority Mazana. I was ho— wondering if you might have time to see me. I have been wanting to meet you for some time.'

[Anastasia]

Thus you call out to the Authority. There is no immediate reply.

[Nephrite]

"I think she's busy." Moore says. "Oh, do I win with these, by the way?" He asks as he shows his cards.

[Anastasia]

Jetina leans over and eyes the cards, "I hope so."

Kaja groans again, going snout first down on the table, dropping his cards to the floor.

'There is always time for hope,' A gentle, warm voice fills your mind.

[Nephrite]

A smile as he puts the cards down.

'Would you like to come visit Hope's Landing? You're more than welcome.' He sends to her.

[Anastasia]

"I will arrive soon. I would see such a well named place myself." Is the answer, spoken aloud this time.

[Nephrite]

"I suppose we need to work on how well known we are." Moore says with a chuckle.

[Anastasia]

"You are welcome here," Cresiel stands, "We would be honored."

Jetina smiles, "It'll be nice to meet you."

A feeling of warmth is your answer and nothing else.

[Nephrite]

Moore stands up. "We may as well be courteous and meet her at the front."

Moore will also have Grias prepare something special... perhaps the chocolate cake Cresiel was so fond of?

[Anastasia]

Any other prep?

[Nephrite]

nope!

[Anastasia]

Thus you await in the courtyard, clearing it out for the arrival.

It's nothing so physical.

Instead, you suddenly have a sense of warmth and hope fill you, as if a summer day's best memories are coming alive to inspire you. Confidence fills you, banishing sorrows and worries like piddling, unimportant things.

[Nephrite]

Moore puts a hand to his chest. Is this what everyone feels when he sings?

A gesture out to the fortress itself. "We bid you welcome, Authority." Moore says, quite formally.