Temporal pixies

[Anastasia]

"No need," Synic rises at that, "I'll see my own way home."

[Nephrite]

"Of course." Moore says. He extends his hand out.

"I hope you'll always think of this place as another home you can return to." He says, his tone becoming more serious for a moment. "We will always be there if you have any need of us."

[Anastasia]

Synic returns that handshake and says, "Seek me if you ever need aid," he concurs, "I owe you a debt."

[Nephrite]

"When we do, you can believe it will be for a worthy cause." Moore says with a smile.

[Anastasia]

Thus Synic leaves and...

Next move, oh scary one?

[Nephrite]

Let's go talk to Erathaol about the book we've read!

[Anastasia]

Okay, go ahead and message him and we'll roll from that.

[Nephrite]

From the sitting room he has for guests, Moore reaches out! If Erathaol wishes to visit him, then he's in a suitable place.

Lord Erathaol. I have finished the book you left me. Do you have some time to discuss it? I can come visit you, if you'd prefer.

[Anastasia]

Erathaol looks up, next to you in a moment. "Moore," he greets, sitting and with a book in his lap.

[Nephrite]

"I'm just curious, is that a trick you learned from Chronomancy?" Moore asks as he sits down with the book out.

[Anastasia]

A slow turn of the page.

"There are many things that can be learned from Chronomancy," Erathaol agrees, "There are just as many that can be learned from being well on time."

[Nephrite]

Moore chuckles at that. "I'll have to learn how to be so punctual that people can't help but think it must be magic." He says.

[Anastasia]

"It is an art," Erathaol agrees quietly, "One that takes a great deal of practice."

[Nephrite]

Moore nods. "Yes, I imagine I'll have to find a way to not feel as if I'm already behind when it comes to matters outside of here." A small chuckle as he taps the book in his lap. "I suppose I've had quite a bit of practice of coming across all sorts of things so far, so it wouldn't be out of character for me to find my way into timeliness."

A breath after that. "I never took you for much of a bard, though." He says as he gestures at it. "Was this something you wrote yourself?"

[Anastasia]

"Not by my own hand," Erathaol concurs, "But a friend write this."