Temporal pixies

[Nephrite]

Moore nods with an approval as they continue on!

[Anastasia]

d100 real quick, mostly to set up for tonight.

[Nephrite]

[15:08] <Nephrite> roll 1d100
[15:09] <Penuche> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 70 > [d100=70]

Almost!

[Anastasia]

The elementals flee as Sanzha leads the way.

Cresiel merely follows at your side, undisturbed.

Jetina watches them go amid the sleet and ice in the water. 'They fled so easily. I still sometimes struggle to wrap my mind around what we are now. We're the ones everyone flees from unless they're the greatest champions.'

My, if you only now feel that way, you must be ignorant of your potential.

Or our quest and our enemies have distorted our senses of power. We've been in lofty heights so long that lesser creatures seem quaint.

Jetina shakes her head visibly before, 'Elementals don't flee easily. Yet a few words from you and great elementals parted.'

As they should.

Speak as you are, not in telepathy.

Is this better?

Sylvie glances to Jetina with a half frown. It's brighter than I imagined. It's more a color I'd expect out of Brightwater. I feel like I can taste magenta.

This, perhaps?

I would expect that of a half fallen or gray angel.

Perhaps this? This? Oh, this is pretty as well and it feels as if I speak with late day sunshine.

No, no, no. None of those are you. How about... Try this.

Oh. That is nice. It's like the idea of the faded summer sky.

Meanwhile Cresiel stays on guard, not a word spoken of the matter.

[Nephrite]

Moore just smiles at the exchange, nothing needing to be added.

This is why he brought them, after all!

Well, one reason.

[Anastasia]

Oh, I like it so very much. Cresiel? Moore?

It is sufficient.

[Nephrite]

 Moore gives Cresiel a look.

I always pictured yours closer to a red, but I think this suits you just fine.

[Anastasia]

Cresiel merely swims along, as dignified as possible.

Red? No, that's much too...red!

[Nephrite]

As long as you feel like you've found your own voice, then I'm happy.

[Anastasia]

I have. This will more than suffice for me, Moore.

[Nephrite]

Moore nods and will continue on!

[Anastasia]

In this water the way has cleared.

You swim on a time, no sign of opposition nor of elementals to bar your way. Finally in the distance you see it - a looming, icy palace, vast and tall, as much a dozen tall towers crammed together as an actual palace. All of it is connected tightly together and coated in thick ice, the palace ahead cloaked with it top to bottom.

[Nephrite]

As they swim along, Moore can't help but wonder.

If this had succeeded, do you think it would've become the seat of power for the marid?

[Anastasia]

That or a reason for a war. Perhaps both.

[Nephrite]

Moore nods and continues along, curious if there's simply a barrier or some other system that opens to the blood of marid.