Walking to Rosewater

[Anastasia]

Mystra smiles - a rare, beautiful smile. Innocent, free of so much. "Go," she agrees. "I think we've both earned a rest."

[Ebiris]

Nodding, she opens a gate back to Sylica and flies through, taking over as the resident Alicia while the real one collects her kitten and opens her own gate to the Sylican embassy in Dweomerheart to wait there for Mystra to finish her meeting with Moore.

[Anastasia]

Martin meows adorably, picked up without resistance. Instead he purrs away in your arms.

[Ebiris]

He's a good cat. Lacking her armour for this trip Alicia wears a plain navy blue dress and black hose, her hair down and looking somewhat domestic and un-divine. Back in Dweomerheart as herself rather than her avatar, she claims one of the sitting rooms in the embassy for herself and sits with a kitten on her lap to wait until Mystra's free again.

[Anastasia]

Soon enough you feel it - a simple pulse of will, a subtle draw to where Mystra is right now.

[Ebiris]

Standing up, Alicia teleports herself and the black cat to the designated location.

[Anastasia]

It's so sunny here. A grassy field with emerald green grass, a sky a blue so bright that it almost dazzles you. Puffy white clouds drift as beneath an ancient, tall oak tree Mystra sits. She sits on a spread picnic blanket. It's so warm here, not uncomfortable or hot. It's sundrenched, warming you to the core of your bones.

Martin immediately meows and curls warmer and tighter into your arms.

[Ebiris]

"So this is where you picked?" Alicia asks, walking over and kicking off her shoes at the edge of the blanket before she sits down and sets Martin down between the pair of them. "Say hello to Mystra, Martin."

[Anastasia]

Martin meows softly, Mystra's hand delivering pets. As the feline purrs away, playful as can be? "There's something restful about a nap beneath a tree in summer," Mystra says.

[Ebiris]

"I was expecting something more indoorsy, a warm fireplace and plush furniture with chilly autumn outside," Alicia admits, smoothing down her skirt as she gets comfy on the blanket. "But I've no complaints," she looks up at the canopy of trees above and lays back, stretching herself out.

[Anastasia]

Mystra lies back next to you. It's warmth and peace, Martin curling up between the two of you.

"...the one thing..." Mystra murmurs aloud. After a beat, "Do you remember the vision I gave you if my creation?"

[Ebiris]

How could she forget? "When you were made to choose which part of Creation fit you?" she asks, resting back with her hands clasped over her stomach.

[Anastasia]

"What saved me was not magic," Mystra says, "It was my desire to live and be happy." She looks ahead, at nothing in particular and yet, "That one moment of desire saved me, and saves me every day being a cold and unfeeling process, closer to the Elemental Lords than anything else."

[Ebiris]

"Why did you have that desire and they didn't?" Alicia wonders, prompted by that comparison, head tilted to look at Mystra. "You were all... created, in similar fashion, weren't you?"

[Anastasia]

"I don't know," Mystra confesses as she meets your gaze. "Perhaps they did not see the planes, only their element?"