A Return

[Corwin]

"I'm not aware of strongholds of slavery across other elemental planes," Seira admits. "Kascha will visit all that will receive her, so is there something I've overlooked?"

[Anastasia]

A headshake and...

Okay, next move?

[Corwin]

I'm avoiding large moves until the Emily thing is resolved, so I'd like to talk to Lathander and to Mystra. I'll contact Lathander and see if he's willing to see me, then tackle Mystra if he's busy.

[Anastasia]

Sure, go ahead and contact away, we'll roll from that.

[Corwin]

'Hi Lathander, this is Seira,' she sends to him. 'I would like to discuss Donald with you, and also get your thoughts on the Competition. If you are available, where could we meet?'

[Anastasia]

'Seira, good to hear from you!' Lathander sends back, 'Give me ten minutes, let's meet somewhere different. Chateau Brouillard on the Deep Ethereal, aim for the viewing room.'

[Corwin]

'Thanks! I'll be there!' Seira affirms. This is something she feels she needs to do alone, so she'll leave Amaryl to mind the internal affairs of the Cauldron and transport herself to the viewing room in question. Spending ten minutes there observing is just an added benefit.

[Anastasia]

It is a grand, wide open viewing room, a glass wall letting you see the Deep Ethereal. Deep, comfortable stuffed chairs are around it, as unseen servants scurry about, cleaning everything up.

The view shows the mists of the Deep Ethereal, churning and moving without any shape to them, at least right now.

[Corwin]

Perhaps she'll venture into them afterwards for a little jaunt, Seira muses, making herself comfortable in one of the chairs. Would there be an echo of their battle on Avernus? Or of Lixer's takeover, perhaps?

[Anastasia]

As you ponder such things, lost in your own thought sand the flows of worshipers and prayer?

Lathander is simply there, sitting next to you and looking out at the mists. "Seira! I thought you'd still be busy chasing around Lixer's tail!"

[Corwin]

"I stabbed him in his inner sanctum, he ran, I took away his most precious thing," Seira responds with a shrug. "What else is there left to chase?"

[Anastasia]

"Well, he is a dickless son of a bitch," Lathander says, quite brightly, "So you have a good point!" Gesturing out as you see the fog churn and twist, images glimpsed for split-seconds within, "I doubt you came here to talk about Lixer, though."

[Corwin]

"Not really, unless you'd like to hear the full story," Seira brightly agrees. "And I do think the same way. Aurora's officers were pretty insistent about this, apparently."

Keeping her eyes on the fog, she says, "Waukeen visited me, helping ease me into my duties as they expand, and it brought up old memories. How did that situation on Valar's Prime come into being? With just you and Bane in competition? In Competition, rather."

[Anastasia]

"Aaah. Yes, you may not have been told that yet," Lathander muses, then laughs. "Relax, I'll explain my cryptic comment." As he watches the images, "It has to do with Prime Material worlds and how they're born. Most Primes are open to anyone who comes. Some deities are more invested in a particular world than others, through attention, resources and the vagaries of war. Though once the main powers on a prime are established, it's harder for new comers to get in...aaah, but I'm getting off topic."

Clearing his throat, "You haven't been invited to see the birth of a new world yet, have you?"

[Corwin]

"I've started plotting for getting involved on several Primes to which I have certain ties, and I wanted to do it right--" Seira's train of thought halts, then. "I haven't," she tells Lathander. "Does it still happen all the time? I thought the last world was made millennia ago."