Burrowing ahead

[Corwin]

"In a few days?"

[Anastasia]

"I'll work on it," Elle promises.

Next move?

[Corwin]

Seira skips on to meet with her avatar that had been preparing for a day to cast a spell on her, and then Shield of Sylica lays its guarding magic upon her spirit. Right now, she's spread pretty thin, with a single avatar guarding the Astral Cauldron, this one used for magical research and to dispense useful magic for those who leave the realm, and the remaining four doing shifts along with Kascha's own avatar and Garl to call back those gnomes who are ready to pick up the good fight once more!

She looks in on their efforts in the past day to see if her formula is working, or if she needs to tweak it further.

[Anastasia]

It looks like it's working well enough on a glance - to the limits of your abilities, anyway. The Astral's been quiet today, while your magic avatar performs as desired. The gnome work is long and hard work, but they're doing so steadily.

[Corwin]

In that case, Seira goes to find Oraga and Sanzha! She's still got a few days until she needs to see Asmodeus, so using that time to help her friends advance their goals sounds about right.

[Anastasia]

So that I'm on the same page as you and as I have a lot of balls in the air, what goals do you have in mind here?

[Corwin]

Sanzha wanted to go chat with other madalani with me, so let's do it! On the Oraga side, shamefully there haven't been many opportunities so I figure we could all go together. Especially since my best gear is staying home for the duration.

[Anastasia]

Sure. Any prep for the trip out?

[Corwin]

Just the usual trip spels!

[Anastasia]

Lady Sanzha sits on a throne of water and coral as she overlooks the work on the new Cauldron. As you step forward, "It is time," she agrees without being asked, "We should have no problems on Water."

[Corwin]

"And if we do run into a spot of trouble, it'd take someone truly determined to invonvenience us," Seira agrees. "Lead on?"

[Anastasia]

Sanzha doesn't rise, she flows. Her body is like liquid water, moving with graceful fluidity. With a gesture you are elsewhere with Oraga and Sanzha.

Water all around you. Cool water that is still. It's not lit here at all, yet you can see thanks to your nature. Ahead is a free floating palace of shaped water, iced just enough to give it form and shape and opacity. A great multistoried palace, no other buildings or yard. Delicate minarets rise up high as beautiful songs in Aquan can be heard from within. The occasional loud clash of a blade on blade is also heard, like particularly sharp notes in the song.

[Corwin]

Seira keeps an eye on Oraga in case something is uncomfortable in the environment, but doesn't offer anything unprompted.

"Who's living here?" she asks Sanzha, indicating the palace wiht a nod of her head.

[Anastasia]

Oraga endures without comment, as he often does.

"Madalani, who else?" Lady Sanzha says as she swims forward, "Perhaps old Tamzar still runs them."

[Corwin]

"So it's more of a school than a personal residence?"