Glorious Home

[Nephrite]

"There's no point in forcing something, right?" He asks. "Still, if I'm this close... I don't feel right leaving it undone."

[Anastasia]

"You may think you're close, but you may be wrong," Xandra says, "Learn to respect your limits when you come on them. But if you think you can finish it..." A trail off at that, "Go ahead."

[Nephrite]

Moore smiles a bit. "No, you're right. It'll come in time. Trying to do too many things is what's gotten me in so much trouble. Maybe in a dream or something. Say,"

At this, he takes out Shredblade. "I don't think this is Cresiel's type of weapon, but it seems too useful to just...not have someone use. What do you suggest? I could give it to someone in Jovar to pass along." Moore just smiles at that. "I suppose one of our missives was to collect valuable items..."

[Anastasia]

Last I thought, Cresiel had that in his inventory, Moore. Did that change?

[Nephrite]

I said he could have it and then I don't think I ever saw a verification so figured he did not. Scratch that then!

Moore smiles a bit. "No, you're right. It'll come in time. Trying to do too many things is what's gotten me in so much trouble. Maybe in a dream or something."

He shakes his head. "Though, now you've got me thinking... I wonder if you can use them to do something totally unexpected, like open doors...or..." He looks up towards Chronias. "...gates?"

For a moment, he hesitates. Is that how -she- opened t__ g___?

[Anastasia]

Pretty sure I did a loot post on it. Maybe not though.

"___ ____," Xandra says, your head swimming, buzzing.

___ ________ ___e, _____ __o_ ______ _____, o__ __ ___ _____ H___ __ ______.

Huh? You remember talking, talking about maybe in a dream. Did you fall asleep a moment?

You look up and see Elena-no, Xandra. It's Xandra, not Elena.

"Moore?" Xandra asks, voice gentle. "Are you well?"

[Nephrite]

Moore blinks... and blinks.

...

"...I..." He stammers for a moment, before he smiles.

"I was just... remembering..." He shifts and straightens up. "One of my other goals while I'm here is to try and find a way around anathemic knowledge. I don't know that the Words of Creation can help with that, but... well, I wonder... could you create words with them that could be remembered? Hmm..." He looks off towards the fields of Lunia, as if waiting for an answer that isn't coming to come.

"I wonder..." He trails off.

[Anastasia]

"___ ____," Xandra says, your head swimming, buzzing.

___ _m______ ___e, _____ __o_ ______ _____, o_e __ ___ _____ H__y _f ______.

Something. For a moment you had something, but it slips through your mental hands like a fish out of your grasp and back into the stream.

[Nephrite]

He can't help it -- for some reason he's smiling.

"I was just thinking about something." He takes a breath in, as if clearing his head. "So, Xandra, I've more or less heard Cresiel's story, so I think it's your turn. Surely, you didn't spend all the time sitting in that cave until I came along, right?" He turns to look at her. "I'd like to better understand you."

[Anastasia]

"I died."

Xandra's story begins with that and a smile. "I'm told it was a wonderful death, worthy of passage to this blessed mountain. I gave aid to the sick and saved many lives, even knowing the plague would infect and likely destroy me. Dozens survived thanks to me, seeds that ultimately overthrew a corrupt dynasty dominated by Banites."

[Nephrite]

Moore can't help but laugh at the bluntness.

"I imagine a lot of people's stories start that way here." He says with a smile. "How long ago was it that you started to hear..." He gestures around them. "...You know."

[Anastasia]

"As a lantern archon. On occasion I would hear a gentle voice telling me bits of advice. I naturally followed it, always to my ultimate benefit." Xandra says, turning to you. "Eventually, I mentioned it to a hound archon overseeing us, and he recognized it as the signs of a seer. The next day a Prophet of Erathaol came down and talked to me, and on identifying I had the gift, I began a metamorphosis into a higher form of archon. My childhood ended that day, but I was ready. The voice had been preparing me."

[Nephrite]

Moore nods.

"I wish someone had explained any of this to me at some point." Moore admits with a sigh. "But I guess there was wisdom in figuring it out on my own and learning to hear it better. Did you ever... collapse?" He asks.

"...Wait. No, no, nevermind." He shakes his head. "I'm sorry, I just realized the reason why I was collapsing back then had nothing to do with the voice... there was a plot that some devils were participating in to poison the Yggdrasil tree." Moore explains. "I never put it together until just now. I was collapsing because they were poisoning it... poisoning... us, in Aurora. But you... knew that." He nods. "Sorry, thinking about the time I met you helped put this into perspective."

[Anastasia]

"You helped make sure Aurora didn't drown in poison," Xandra says, "You did well, all of Aurora did."

[Nephrite]

Moore shakes his head. "I couldn't be here today if it weren't for them. But where I go from here... is up to me, I guess."

He takes in a breath. "I'm good at inspiring other people, but sometimes I have to remember that I have to inspire myself."