Rainbows loom

[Anastasia]

"We've survived and grown," Cresiel agrees, "What of yourself, Moore?"

[Nephrite]

"I know a little more about the world every day." Moore says. "I think the best way to describe it is I have more hope for myself than I have before, I'm more confident in who I am and what I can do."

[Anastasia]

"You are," Cresiel agrees quietly as you stand amid the open wilds. "You have more purpose."

[Nephrite]

Moore beams for a moment.

"It certainly wasn't the life I thought I'd lead when I woke up in Venya." Moore says. "I'm not sure even Lord Erathaol could've predicted everything that happened after that, but... I think he had an idea that something was going to happen. I'm just glad every day is a new chance to make life better for someone."

[Anastasia]

"Destiny lies heavy with you," Cresiel concurs, "Wear it with wisdom and humility."

[Nephrite]

Moore smiles at that. "I'm sure those around me will ensure I Stay humble."

[Anastasia]

At that Mei interrupts with her reappearance.

"Aurora carries a lot of weight," Mei says, "I heard that they'll have someone see you, so if you'd come with me," she says, "I can handle the trip."

[Nephrite]

"By all means." Moore says with a nod.

[Anastasia]

A blink - and you're in a misty forest. Ahead you can hear the sound of harp music.  For ahead on a fallen tree trunk sits an elf. He is tall and with long, silver hair. He (she?) is young and old at once, masculine and feminine together to be undecidable which is which. She (he?) wears robes of mist in gray, blue, green and white, the colors swirling together. The elf strums the harp, beautiful music coming from it, his one good eye closed, the other covered with an eyepatch.

[Nephrite]

At a glance, do my K checks of 108 or 111 on K:R identify this person?

[Anastasia]

This is Labelas Enoreth, the elven deity of history, time and the moments of choice. He is the elven historian as well as had some domain over time (but this has slowly lessened since the Temporal Compact, you note). He is a natural philosopher as well as a historian who chronicles the history of the elven races and the Seldarine.

[Nephrite]

Moore flies forward and offers a deep bow.

He keeps his head low as he straightens, not wanting to rudely interrupt his playing with his words.

[Anastasia]

Cresiel does the same and is silent.

The song is beautiful - ghostly and distant, complex and hard to understand. Yet it is a beautiful sound, the barest movements of sound as his fingers glide over the harp's strings. When it comes to an end, Labelas Enoreth looks ahead, as if in consideration.

[Nephrite]

Moore stays there, but does raise his head to smile towards Labelas Enorath!

[Anastasia]

There is a long and thoughtful look to you before, "You see ideas."