Striving for 777

[Nephrite]

Hit the Blessing Stone in case of shenanigans and then go with Xandra.

[Anastasia]

Dweomerheart is dark this evening. Yet the skies are alight with a great aurora of magic and colors, ever changing as you walk. Great bands of magic become color, an endless performance in the skies far above all of you.

Is this pleasing to you?

[Nephrite]

It is hard for me to tell the difference, so I want to make sure -- that's Mystra and not Shar, right?

[Anastasia]

Yes.

[Nephrite]

Moore blinks, then smiles. "It's quite fascinating to watch. It's its own language -- something I wish I could sit and study for a great time."

[Anastasia]

A bench. You pass a park and your eyes are drawn to a bench.

Come and study. Even now I look above and watch them.

[Nephrite]

Moore will go over and sit, as asked!

"I had the fortune to visit Lord Crystalle of Mineral some weeks ago and saw something relatively similar to this. Stones that danced with all the colors one could imagine -- it took some time and study, but I eventually figured out that the colors were their own language. Just because something may not represent itself in words doesn't mean it isn't its own source of understanding." He says as he watches the skies above.

[Anastasia]

Xandra sits as well. She looks up without a comment, her gaze on the sky above.

Well spoken. Watch and learn.

[Nephrite]

Moore will sit and watch, curious if there is, actually, a language being 'spoken' here.

[Anastasia]

Int check as well as Spellcraft, I suppose.

[Nephrite]

[22:42] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+25
[22:42] <Penuche> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 33 > [d20=8]

Take 10 for 103 on Spellcraft.

These are all magically augmented, as I'm sure you know OOC but I feel like it's important to mention considering current company.

[Anastasia]

You don't discern a pattern. It's somehow magic, something about it hauntingly familiar in spite of everything. It's familiar in some ephemeral way that you can't pin down.

[Nephrite]

"It's... like the feeling of a dream you can't quite remember." Moore says, after a while.

[Anastasia]

"A dream, you say?" Xandra murmurs, "Like rainbows and raindrops mixed together, something you remember in a moment of remembrance."

[Nephrite]

"Yes, exactly." Moore says with a nod. "Maybe... it's like when I first learned a spell, or something like that."