Labalyn's memorial

[Anastasia]

"I didn't know it would be today, but I suspected a day like this loomed," Xandra says at long last. "Kaja?"

"...I'll do it," Kaja says at last. "Xandra?"

"I don't feel as if I have a choice - this is where our paths lead. So be it." She approaches the seed, Kaja with her.

[Nephrite]

"We'll find a way forward together." Moore promises them. "We'll eventually run out of these seeds, so the hard part will be ahead of us - but as long as we're together, I think we can accomplish even the impossible."

He holds it out for them both.

[Anastasia]

Both hands touch it as more of the seed is absorbed, taken. Both are more just as Jetina is more now, which gets Kaja to say, "...I get it, too," he says at last.

[Nephrite]

"I need to take this to Queen Morwel to return her favor in us obtaining it. I don't have any reason to believe it's in any danger of being used." Moore says. "Kascha, if you'd like to think about it or talk about it with the others while I'm gone, you are welcome to do so. Otherwise, Cresiel, it's yours if you'll accept it." Moore says. "If not, then I can use it, but I don't think I gain as much as you would."

[Nephrite]

Just to be clear, Kascha can have it, but I need to take it to Morwel first for the sake of bookkeeping.

[Anastasia]

"I'll let you know," Kascha says, a hesitation, "Are you sure yours don't need it?"

[Nephrite]

"There will be more." Moore says with a smile. "We already know where the one in Elysium is, it's... just a small matter of dealing with the Hecatoncheires first."

He coughs into his fist. "I don't know whether or not Asmodeus has found others. Oh... please be aware, we were attacked by an avatar of Torm when we tried to get this one. I don't actually know if it was the real Torm or just a facsimile created by the Guardian for some reason, but it's best to operate on the assumption that some may be aware of these."

He waves a hand in the air. "At any rate, one of the tenets of Celestia is generosity. You said before we're all in this together, right?" Moore says with a smile. "So let me do my part to bring you hope. But before you decide, I need to take this on a trip to Arborea, so you can decide while I'm gone."

[Anastasia]

"I will. Thank you, Moore," Kascha smiles.

Going off to Arborea now?

[Nephrite]

Yes. He's going by himself, and will knock, obviously, and I assume he's going to be taken somewhere when he does -- or fall asleep. Either or.

[Anastasia]

On your 'knock', a winding path ahead into the night appears.

[Nephrite]

Moore dutifully follows this path laid out for him, flying along at a normal pace, curious about who - or what - he'll be meeting.

[Anastasia]

You fly into the night - and she stands ahead. A figure of dreams and unreality, a figure of surpassing beauty. A dream image your brain slides away from, seen and yet not remembered.

What a wondrous dream you hold, Moore.


Come to me.

[Nephrite]

Yet, even in his non-remembrance, he will still remember.

He has to, after all that's happened.

He proceeds forward.

[Anastasia]

You stand before the radiant Queen, a dream of mystery and fascination. Her beauty is otherworldly, something so far beyond what you understand it that you lack the words to articulate it. Without a word her hands reach out, as if to receive the seed.

[Nephrite]

Moore will carefully hand the seed off, a little divine power to move it between them.

It's ridiculous to him to just hand this over -- what if she were to take it like Kossuth?

Yet, that doubting part of him is banished entirely after a mere moment.

There is no room for doubt in one's heart that is filled with hope, after all.