Glorious Home

[Anastasia]

Voice a gentle rebuke, "If everyone felt the way you did, no one would serve Shar." Erathaol says, "Yet she is not wanting for cultists." He looks to the stream, a brush of his hand stilling the waters. "What I want from you is to learn from this. There is no sin in secrets held for a good reason, nor is there any sin in prudence." A single alabaster fingers gently taps your forehead, "In your mind is treasures of knowledge worth more than all the gold in Baleruk's hoard or Aurora's coffers. Guard it fiercely and spread it generously, but with the utmost wisdom."

[Nephrite]

"I'm working on changing Creation." Moore responds with a smile.



He takes a breath and merely nods to his words. "I understand."

...

...

Oh, just ask him.

Some hesitation before he speaks up again. "...Do you know why these bonds are forming between us?" Moore asks. "It isn't just here in Celestia, is it?" It's less a question and more of a statement.

[Anastasia]

Erathaol looks up, to the ever-present light of Chronias above. He studies it a time before replying, "I do. There are four other groups that have the same bonds. Find them and in time, more shall become clear."

[Nephrite]

"It's a bit too hopeful for me to guess they're all from Aurora..." Moore says with a wistful sigh.

He looks up at the light of Chronias for a few moments himself.

He'll just have to reach out to people he knows and go from there.

"Are there any other official apologies I should make with regards to this incident?" Moore asks.

[Anastasia]

"Makim knows all of Aurora's secrets now," Erathaol notes. "He knows every thing friends told you in confidence. He knows secrets entrusted to you by others, secrets not meant to be spread beyond you." He turns, his gaze like the winter breeze and a burning fire at once, a glory that makes you unable to look at it, as if all the light of Chronias was there for one moment. "Go and ponder this, and decide whom you must apologize to."

[Nephrite]

It's going to be a difficult matter to apologize to people and not explain why he's apologizing, but he can leave the details out and leave it at something simple.

He merely nods as he looks away. "It's the right thing to do."

[Anastasia]

"Go, Moore. Grow and continue." Erathaol says.

A blink. You're in your bed back home, Grias floating around your room. He's just placing a covered tray down on the table, humming to himself.

[Nephrite]

"Hi Grias." Moore says, entirely too nonchalantly for his own good as he sits up.

[Anastasia]

"Oh! OH!" Grias vibrates all over, "Moore, you're up! Cresiel said you were so tired you dozed off resting on the beach." Your tray is promptly floated over to your bed, revealing a bowl of noodle broth and sliced fruit. "Eat up and recover your strength."

[Nephrite]

Ah, so that's how they do it. His physical body was still here the whole time.


"Thank you." He smiles and takes the tray to seat it next to himself. "Did anything happen while we were in Brightwater? Also, I have a request for you to expand our base a bit." Moore says as he starts on the fruit first.

[Anastasia]

"Oh yes, we attracted a few followers. A small band of hound archons wish to serve, because they heard of your service in the Lifasa war. There are seven in total and I think they'd make good men at arms to have around, plus give Cresiel someone to spar against when he practices. Oh, and Wood likes them quite a lot." Grias clicks his tongue - a feat as he doesn't have one - and adds, "I've always thought it a little curious that Celestia gives such a position of place to dogs. Certainly they're wonderful creatures, but sometimes it seems a bit much."

[Nephrite]

"I think it's because Zaphkiel didn't want to be one-upped by Sharess and cats." Moore says, entirely jokingly. "That's perfectly fine, we can expand things to accommodate them."

[Anastasia]

"Great, so what did you need upgraded or expanded?" Grias asks, "I'll have workers come along to help me do it by the afternoon. Maybe another observation tower? A nice sitting room atop a tower is rather pleasant, if I do say so myself."

[Nephrite]

"I expect we're going to have some guests on a regular basis, so could you have a few guestrooms prepared? I'm not sure what amenities are appropriate, so I'll trust your judgement." Moore explains.

[Anastasia]

"Oh good!" Grias says, "I'll prepare Miss Ilsenine a lovely room, and I'm just relieved you aren't having her in your room, since you aren't married yet!" Bobbing in the air, "Then again, there's nothing with you and Miss Afina, is there? You being her muse when she makes her golems that I've heard about, one things leads to another and then you're living in sin!"