Glorious Home

[Anastasia]

"H-Hanna?! THREE?!" Grias squawks, as Cresiel starts to smile.

"Grias, he doesn't mean it like that, worry not." Cresiel steps forward, "Let's go get a meal, everyone."

[Nephrite]

"Oh, would there have been less confusion if I said 'on my bed,'?" Moore asks. "You all need to get out more if that sort of thing confuses you!"

[Anastasia]

Amid general laughter and Grias sputtering, the five of you end up at a table. It's well lit here, a sunny dining room as everyone eats. The meal is pleasant, a few roast chickens out along with potatoes and greens.

"So," Jetina says after everyone eats a bit, "What's going ON here?"

[Nephrite]

"I've been entrusted with a goal of leading a group against evil." Moore says. "I probably ought to make it sound a little more grand than that... and I think I need to come up with a name for us, too. Anyway, I've been entrusted with facing off against evil in the world and making it a better place. Primarily the goal is weakening Shar and her influence." He clears his throat. "With less overreaching than the Smoke incident."

[Anastasia]

"Okay," Jetina says after a mouthful of chicken, "So how did that lead to everything else?"

[Nephrite]

"Well, I went looking for you. I heard you went to the House of the Triad, and... well," Moore gestures at Jetina. "Maybe you can fill in the gaps from there? We followed in your footsteps, so can you elaborate on what exactly you were doing?"

[Anastasia]

"Oh, that's easy," Jetina says, "I went to the House of the Triad to deliver something since I was going there anyway. Then I went to Water to try and meet Bubbles, but it didn't work out. Then I stayed in Fire for a little bit to study it, then I stopped in to spend some time with Moonlight, then came back home."

[Nephrite]

"'It didn't work out'?" Moore asks. "You got exiled!" Moore says with an accusatory point across the table. "What'd you even do!?"

[Anastasia]

"...exiled?" Cresiel's brow furrows. "How?"

Kaja laughs at that, waving a forkful of chicken and potato in Jetina's direction. "Exiled from where? That sounds like a story, one way or another."

As Kaja leans forward, Xandra seems content to sit back, "Raziel?"

"...yes." Jetina finally says, "I got in an argument with a noble marid and rather lost my temper. I said a single flame on Raziel's head could outdo all of the Padisha's glories." A moment and then a sigh, "Foolish and lost in the moment, I had forgotten we were supposed to be politely conversing in a soiree the Padisha was personally attending. She was not amused. In my defense, the marid's alcohol is remarkably strong."

[Nephrite]

"Well, I'm sure Raziel wouldn't disagree." Moore says with a grin. "Don't worry, I don't see us needing to perform many operations on Water anytime soon and if we do, I'll just ask her to undo it. At any rate, if you need time to think over joining with us, you're welcome to it. I don't want you to feel pressured."

[Anastasia]

Kaja throws his head back and laughs, laughs and laughs some more.

Cresiel shakes his head, chuckling a little in wake of Kaja's mirth. "That is why drink is best in moderation."

Turning back to her meal with a blush, Jetina eats a little bit before adding, "I felt better after saying it, anyway," she mutters. "The marid were self important bores, one and all."

[Nephrite]

"They're not all bad." Moore says with a smile. "Some people might say the same sort of thing as a generalized statement about celestials too and call them all stodgy." A laugh afterwards. "I'm sure you could make a spell that helped you hold your liquor better."

[Anastasia]

"Regardless of my mistakes, let me think about it," Jetina says, "This is all so sudden."

[Nephrite]

"Sure, take all the time you need." Moore says. "You're welcome to come with us to Fire tomorrow if you want, but I'll let you decide that on your own time. In the meantime, Grias, you mentioned that we'd heard word back on my letter?" Moore asks.

[Anastasia]

Grias bobs in the air before going on. "Yes, Tannin sent back word. Ahem." A clearing of a non-existent throat before Grias speaks. "Dear Moore. Salutations this fine-"

"I don't think Tannin has used the word salutations in his entire life," Cresiel observes as he slowly eats his meal.

"True enough, but his writing is rough," Grias sniffs, "Regardless, fine. Moore: I have a few people in mind. What sort of qualities do you need beyond information gathering? Aim high, I'll work from there."