Onwards

[Anastasia]

"Aldaboah, open and close. Reveal the way by opening the seven gates to power."

"Aldaboah, open and close. Reveal the way by opening the seven gates to power."

"Aldaboah, open and close. Reveal the way by opening the seven gates to power."

Xandra listens as well, "How long," she finally asks aloud. "How long have you been chanting this?"

One of the dozens pauses from the chant and says, "Longer than I can remember. We will chant until the gate opens and the true magics of the holy are revealed to us."

[Nephrite]

Moore glances over at Xandra. "I know I'm not the one they're waiting for, but it feels like we could demonstrate something for their dedication... don't you?"

He looks hesitant — he was told to listen, not speak, but he also understands what it is they're likely thinking...

[Anastasia]

"What do you have in mind?" Xandra asks quietly, as they all continue to chant, calling and calling onward.

[Nephrite]

"I was thinking of just creating a small flower for them." Moore explains quietly himself. "Is that too taboo to reveal?"

[Anastasia]

"It may be best not to. It would be a gamble," Xandra finally says, "Your talent is a rare one, and as well you greatly exerted yourself with it recently."

[Nephrite]

Moore nods. "In that case..." he runs his chin. "I suppose I'll just have to wait until I recover. It's right on the tip of my tongue, too..."

[Anastasia]

"Try and remember," Xandra urges you softly, "You've grown, Moore. Perhaps this is the time to grow further."

[Nephrite]

Moore takes a breath in.

It was after Benfal.

That huge gap in his memory was after Benfal.

He was researching what happened after Benfal.

He was researching who saved Benfal.

...wasn't he?

Benfal. Benfal. Benfal.

Benfal was saved because of...

[Anastasia]

Wisdom check, Moore. Good luck.

[Nephrite]

[18:16] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+6+15 it's always his lowest stat!!! actually no that's probably strength, nevermind
[18:16] <Penuche> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 37 > [d20=16]

[Anastasia]

You feel...

You feel...

"Elena."

Why? Why did you just say Elena's name aloud?

[Nephrite]

There's a twitch in his hand.

That's right, he... promised...her...?

Is that... right?



He takes a breath.

Remember.

Remember!

Elena...

There was something... it was after Benfal.

Elena, and... ...Benfal.

[Anastasia]

You remember...Elena. Elena clings to you like a memory you can't quite recall, a ghost of a feeling. Little more than a vague sort of memory, a bit of deja vu.

Elena.

Elena.

Elena.

[Nephrite]

Elena.

He nods to himself.

She'd be happy to know He was back, wouldn't she?

He does have a lot to talk to her about, after all.

[Anastasia]

"Moore?" Xandra asks after several long moments of introspection.