Crystal escort

[Nephrite]

Moore does so!

[Anastasia]

The moment you look up, radiance explodes out.

An overwhelming sense of joy, of rightness.

A sense that a long lost wrong has been at last righted.

When your eyes clear, Chronias is yet brighter, so bright it seems to take up the entire sky now. "Events move decisively towards us," Xandra says, "From our defeat of Learner and victories in support of Zaaman Rul, to the Grand Sultan and Imix being stymied. To a foe being removed from the board entirely - Eblis will no longer trouble us or interfere in Fire. Without any doubt, we have all withstood the blaze and may stand when it is burnt out."

[Nephrite]

Moore smiles and turns to Xandra. "A day brimming with hope." A blink. "Actually, speaking of... I encountered something recently and would like to see if my hunch is correct. Do you hold any anathemic knowledge? If so, would you try and share it with me? I'm curious if I've fully overcome the matter."

[Anastasia]

Sorry to interrupt you there, but leading in to this is worth interrupting for.

"A day brimming with hope," she agrees, "We have dealt a crushing blow to the slavers of Fire, Moore." Her smile is as bright as Chronias as...!

You feel the connection with Xandra, blossoming stronger between you.

Node update, go read.

[Nephrite]

Done.

Moore smiles. "He approves of us bringing that hope, I see."

He chuckles a bit. "Anyway... back to my earlier question, if you're willing to share." A beaming smile follows.

[Anastasia]

Xandra holds up her hand in answer. "Look carefully, Moore," she says, "At my ring finger."

[Nephrite]

Moore blinks, but he does so!

[Anastasia]

It hurts to look at. Light. Sheer, overwhelming light, nigh blinding.

[Nephrite]

Moore winces. Even so, he's going to be stubborn and see if he can focus... the same as he did before when he tried with Cantasa Alexandria!

[Anastasia]

Charisma check.

[Nephrite]

[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+45 : 7 + 45, total 52[/blockquote]

[Anastasia]

A snap, a shudder. You can see it now - a ring of pure light, the tiniest mote of it encased in seven layers of platinum and gold. That mere mote is enough to make the ring glow with this light.

"I have been given many tasks," Xandra explains, "So many that when I first heard them, I wept and despaired I would not be strong enough. No one could be," she confesses, a finger going to caress the ring. "I was told not to fear, to be not afraid. That this ring would protect me always, a gift for the duty I undertook."

[Nephrite]

Moore nods and smiles. "I never noticed it before. Is that light from Zaphkiel himself?"

[Anastasia]

"It's from above," Xandra looks upward, "That's all I've ever needed to know about it. Be it from Zaphkiel or something else, it matters little in the end. Nothing wicked could produce such a thing."

[Nephrite]

A smile and nod. "I understand. I'm glad you're able to find some way to get help with your tasks."