Padisha's Dance (Moore, Tryll; 85 days left)

[Yuthirin]

HE'S ALIVE!

[Anastasia]

No more banter, the devil leaving.

Westwind watches him go, "Ah, Martinet. I wondered why I felt like I had a pustule on my ass."

[Nephrite]

"I admit curiosity as to why he was here... maybe an agreement not to interfere with Lifasa?" Moore wonders aloud. "I'm not sure it's within hour right to ask."

[Anastasia]

"Well, we could ask the Padisha if we care to push it,d earies," Bubbles says, "But best do so carefully."

[Nephrite]

"Let us see how our original request is received." Moore says. "We can take it from there."

[Yuthirin]

'It's unlikely he was successful. He was being lead out, not simply escorted. He may have offended the Padisha.' Tryll supplies.

[Anastasia]

It's not long until your names are called, the door opened wide and...

Go ahead and describe how you all are going to present yourselves here and all of that. This matters, so act carefully.

[Yuthirin]

Would you mind describing what we're seeing here, so I know how to react? Tryll & Calleigh have never been here, so they don't know the area.

[Nephrite]

Moore has some ideas of how to handle royalty, but he's still mostly winging this. He will fly in and move to kneel first before he announces himself.

please forgive if I use the wrong term here it's hard to look up the old names.

"Lady Padisha, Maharaja of the Waves. I am Moore of Aurora. I have with me this day Tryll and Calleigh of Aurora, Prince Westwind of the Whirlwind Throne and Lady Bubbles, ally of Aurora. We come to you this day with a gift and a request." Moore says before he gestures to the amphora.

"A gift of water from the Spring of Silence of Arborea. We hope you can find a use for it. Our request is likewise- a source of pure water from these sacred halls. Tryll is to use it as a component to become a paragon of his kind, such that no mere devil would be able to stop him." He looks to Tryll to see if he has anything to add.

[Yuthirin]

moemto

[Nephrite]

ayup

[Yuthirin]

Tryll schools his squidly features, ensuring he is visible as he squeezes into the throne room with Calleigh bringing up the rear. They move to flank Moore, with Calleigh dropping into a full curtsey mid-air and very carefully not saying anything.

Tryll rises up like a breaching whale, showing nearly the entire length of his underside before abruptly bending in a very elaborate full-body bow. The mass of tentacles that make up the majority of his form snap smartly as the undulation completes. Broadcasting to the room, Tryll says, 'Greetings to you, great Parent of the Waves. You have our gratitude for making time to see us.'

[Anastasia]

Fair enough, Tryll.

From an earlier thread: Here the Padisha sits. She has green hair tied back into two ponytails and wears a clingy black dress. Standing behind the throne is the Tsunami Lord, silent.

The room you are in is a great hall - dozens of marid guards stand at attention or kneel before the throne. A throne where the Padisha sits, awaiting you.

Waiting on reply in case that changes anything.

[Yuthirin]

Edits made. Nothing major. Carry on.

[Anastasia]

Diplo check, Moore. +5 for the gift, Tryll can aid.