Pixie power (Moore)

[Anastasia]

Cresiel smiles. The world seems brighter when he does, as of the sun were shining down on you. "Wisdom. Celestia guides us not to what we want, but what we need. Our wants are often clouded by the here and now, by trivial things of no true value. How many have fallen into sin for wants that mean nothing compared to the simple things they need?"

[Nephrite]

Moore nods. "You're absolutely correct. Inspiration and motivation... my passions... it's the same thing. They aren't the type of thing that you know you need, but once you find it, it helps put your entire life into perspective. It's about showing someone a path and giving them the courage to take it." Moore says with a smile. "Shall we see what the path has in store for us?"

[Anastasia]

"Yes."

With that single word, the two of you head out into Water. You hold your breath, floating in the endless ocean here. The waters are cool but not cold here, bright with the light from Aurora. Cresiel takes your hand and then you rise, a moment of rising higher than you could ever imagine. Light, wonderful and perfect light, and then you are home. A sense of belonging strikes you, pure and wonderful. It's as if part of you was blind and lame until this moment and you had forgotten, a sheer sensation of rightness filling you.

You stand in neck deep waters, the color of dark purple wine and warm. Ahead is a beach that surrounds the greatest, tallest mountain you have ever seen. It stretches far higher than you can see, seemingly endless and full of light. "Lunia," Cresiel announces, "The shores of Celestia welcome us."

[Nephrite]

Ah, that's a sensation he won't ever quite get used to.

"It's nice to have come here by my own choosing this time." Moore says with a look around, taking a moment to just bask, as he flies up and out of the water. "I wonder if I actually passed through here, but just don't recall... ah, it doesn't matter." Moore takes in a deep breath. "Well, let us see what Lunia has in store for us." At that, he'll start heading towards the beach, not in any particular direction, knowing that they'll find everything they need to find in due time. Hey, maybe he can meet Iris and the others again.

[Anastasia]

"Just wander. Time doesn't matter here. Celestia will keep us as long as we need to be here, no longer and no shorter." Cresiel advises.

> roll 1d100
<Penuche> Kotono invokes Penuche's magic: < 80 > [d100=80]
> roll 1d100+7
<Penuche> Kotono invokes Penuche's magic: < 79 > [d100=72]

You wander the beaches for several hours. It's restful and pleasant, until you come on a simple campfire, just away from the waves. It's a pile of driftwood burning away, a dark-skinned man sitting before it and warming his hands. Several fish cook over the fire. The man wears rather old and simple peasant clothes, once a simple, homebrown brown and now just a dull, dead brown from wear and age. 

[Nephrite]

Moore nods to Cresiel's words and starts to fly with him.

Huh, Moore wonders, upon sight of the man. Where's the driftwood... ah, right. Celestia provides it, he's sure.

"Good..." Moore realizes that there isn't really day or night or morning or afternoon... hm. "Greetings, sir. I hope you don't mind the extra company."

[Anastasia]

"No," He gestures open-palmed to the food, "Eat?" He speaks in Common, slowly and carefully.

[Nephrite]

Taking 10 on K:P for 45 to identify this man's race and possibly the language he speaks.

[Anastasia]

He is a humanoid it appears, thus K:P does not apply. Do you have ranks in K:L?

[Nephrite]

Taking 10 for 31!

[Anastasia]

He is a human. Some humans have darker colored skin, from the color of light caramel to dark brown to even pitch black. It's not remarkable as much as just likely how his regoin's humans (or perhaps that Prime altogether) looks. Mortals tend to skew to expectations, but with countless Primes, you run into variations. This is one such.

[Nephrite]

No hints on possible languages, since it seems like Common isn't his first?

[Anastasia]

Unfortunately not, no.

[Nephrite]

Moore nods and will fly over to try some fish. "Native Language?" Moore asks in Common. He hopes that the intent to find out is conveyed. Worst case, if he doesn't speak it, he has a spell as a backup!

[Anastasia]

"Not important," The man says, reaching out to gently grasp Moore's face. He meets his eyes, "I have to tell you about important news, about Empress Sulia."

Cresiel kneels in the sands opposite the two, watching the entire thing go on.