Muirfinn's diary (Moore)

[Nephrite]

A little of both!

[Anastasia]

Alrighty then.

> roll 1d100
<Kobot> Koaway rolled 1d100 --> [ 1d100=75 ]{75}

You wander for a little bit, quietly exploring Celestia. It's peaceful and you lose track of the time, simply enjoying this for what it is.

Cresiel breaks the silence, "A coin for your thoughts?"

[Nephrite]

"I'm worried." Moore admits. "It seems a great deal of things have been thrust onto my shoulders... and I don't know if I'm ready for them. Coming here was... well, it was my hope to find himself to help me with my resolve, to show me something maybe I hadn't seen because I was so worried about everything. That, and..." He takes a breath in again. "I really want to know -- I want to know what happened."

[Anastasia]

"No one's every ready until they do it and find they were ready," Cresiel says gravely, "If the path to the mountain takes you to a place, know that you have the potential to do it and that you are ready. Also, you want to know what happened with what?"

[Nephrite]

"What I told you about before." Moore says. "With the light. I feel like something is unraveling my memories of it, or trying to poke holes in the shroud -- I would rather just know and find peace with the knowledge, then have it continue to eat away at me like it seems to be. Or... if I cannot, for whatever reason, because I am not ready, to understand the message it is trying to send me now."

[Anastasia]

"Then let us continue," Cresiel says, "To find the truth, or to find what lies ahead."

[Nephrite]

Moore nods. "Yes. Whatever we find will be valuable."

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d100
<Kobot> Koaway rolled 1d100 --> [ 1d100=3 ]{3}

You wander for a time more, until you come to an elf. A simple, uninteresting female elf - pretty but not remarkable by elven standards, wearing simple homespun clothes. She stands ankle deep in the waters, fishing. A wicker basket is a bit away, several fish already in there. She raises her hand in greeting as you approach.

[Nephrite]

Fishing...? No, it can't be about the actual fishing itself, can it? No. Perhaps it's a sign he's simply in need of more patience...

"Good day, madam." Moore greets. "Good bites today?"

[Anastasia]

Huh. When she turns to you, you see the has orange eyes the color of sunrise. Pure orange, nothing but orange. "What a strange combination," she murmurs as the two of you approach her. "Yes, the fish always bite here. I'm about done, would you care to join me for dinner?"

[Nephrite]

Take 10 on K:P for 47 for anything that might jog his memory on ORANGE

"That would be splendid. Thank you for the invitation." Moore answers. "Ah -- how rude of me. I'm Moore of Aurora, and this is Cresiel... ah, but you might already have known that? Sorry, I just figure most everyone in Celestia knows everyone else." He says with a laugh.

[Anastasia]

Cresiel chuckles, "Celestia is far too big for that."

"One doesn't need a name to know a solar," The elf pulls her fishing line back in and wraps it up, "Elegy, by the way."

[Nephrite]

"Oh, what a nice name!" Moore says, then laughs at Cresiel. "I suppose it is pretty big. Probably infinitely so, but that's neither here nor there. It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Elegy."

[Anastasia]

Soon enough there's a fire on the beach, fish cooking over them. Smells pretty good.

"I've been here, studying this plane. It's fascinating how well organized and connected all the lore is." Elegy says as she turns the fish over the flames on little skewers.

[Nephrite]

"Where do you hail from?" Moore asks.