Rainbows loom

[Anastasia]

Arvandor is forest and beauty as you step within. You have been here before, the feel of the realm much the same. It appeals to you on some level but isn't quite right, but it's close.

"This way," Cresiel says, "We can find a temple to the Seldarine ahead, and that should be enough to make a request."

[Nephrite]

What was it... play a catchy tune to go to the next level? Something about sitting in a chair...?

Ah, he'll remember if it's important.

"Have you been here frequently?" Moore asks as they go along.

[Anastasia]

"On occasion," Cresiel says, "In all truth, I see little difference from it and the rest of Arborea. Perhaps there are slightly more elves here and slightly more forest, for what value of that holds."

[Nephrite]

Moore chuckles as he flies along. "I'm sure someone would argue the finer points of this place with you, given the opportunity."

[Anastasia]

"Undoubtedly," Cresiel continues along, "Yet we are decidedly elf free. Perhaps that is for the simplest, unless you have opinions about forests?"

[Nephrite]

"Not strong ones." Moore says. "I feel at home in one, but not... as if I'm home? It's a difficult thing to express."

[Anastasia]

"Like at a friend's home," Cresiel suggests, "Rather than your own home?"

[Nephrite]

"Yes, that's a perfect way to describe it." Moore says with a nod as they continue.

He blinks as they go and adds, "You know, It's been a bit over a week since we asked them to look into that demiplane that was supposedly here, I wonder if anything was found yet."

[Anastasia]

"It may take time," Cresiel says, "Perhaps we should check in first while we're here?"

[Nephrite]

"We can do so afterwards." Moore agrees. "But you're right, tracking down a demiplane that shares a name with likely hundreds of other things probably isn't easy."

[Anastasia]

From here it's not too hard to find a temple, considering where Cresiel teleported you. It's a wooden building amid a grove, isolated. Not much else is here. It's simply quiet, shady and seemingly forgotten. A wooden building well made, dappled with sunshine and shade. It's one story and fairly unremarkable in construction, though it does seem to reach a good ways back into the forest.

A simple door is at the front, elegant woodwork spied on it from here.

[Nephrite]

"Just knock?" Moore asks as he approaches the door to do just that.

[Anastasia]

Three knocks. Before the fourth the door opens. An elf is here - spry and smiling, a messy mop of brown hair. He is typically slender for an elf, wearing pants a sleeveless tunic, fist and wrist wraps worn.

"Solar," The elf bows his head, "You seek a house of the Seldarine?"

"Moore does," Cresiel says, "Moore?"

[Nephrite]

Moore bows his head respectfully. "I wish an audience with Angharradh, if possible."

[Anastasia]

You get a long stare, silence.

Cresiel stands there, his gaze on the elf when he looks back to him.

"You don't..." The elf begins, "Let me take you to the Wised Tree. Perhaps she will meet you if she wills it."