Crossed swords

[Nephrite]

Moore simply smiles and flies on past with the others!

[Anastasia]

He may have been fearless, but he wasn't stupid.

This time.

[Nephrite]

Hopefully everyone here stays that way.

[Corwin]

I wish I knew what the problem was. Why can't more people try to communicate properly?

[Anastasia]

Don't you know? Common sense was named ironically.

[Corwin]

Swallowing a sigh, Seira advances even as she hopes a tarrasque would be more reasonable than a regular person.

[Anastasia]

Deeper and deeper yet. Deeper past more arcane runes and magical works. To a sharp rise, which after opens up into a huge cavern full of light.

Even from here, you can sense a presence. Something nigh overwhelming, something that were you mortal, you doubt you'd even be able to think.

[Corwin]

Some day she'll have that effect on people! For now, Seira asks Jetina, The Shining Watcher, you think?

[Anastasia]

Has to be.

It should be. How do we approach him?

[Corwin]

"Hello," Seira calls out, her voice projected into the cavern. "I am Seira Aryn, and I wish to talk to the Shining Watcher."

[Nephrite]

Moore stays quiet for now, to see how this goes.

[Anastasia]

Ahead in this massive space it rests. A beast with a shell of light, a beast you have both confronted before. A tarrasque, one that looks on with wary but clear eyes. Not the eyes of endless hunger or civilization ending wrath, but with a clarity of thought.

[Corwin]

"I can see that you understand me, and it seems quite likely that you are the one I'm here to meet. Could you please respond to confirm this? As a deity, any language is fine."

[Anastasia]

It is a wave. A tsunami of raw meaning, of thought that drowns you in the sheer depth of it.

It's hard to put into words, raw emotion. Fear, worry, anxiety. It watches you with unhidden concerns, drowning you with a raw depth of it.

[Nephrite]

"Please, we are not..." Moore blinks, then he smiles instead.

He's done this before - this sort of communication.

He holds his arms out wide and simply projects his own emotion out - one of hope, safeness, and calm.

Seira can likely do the same as him, but for now he can at least do this much.