Cauldron Festival

[Anastasia]

Perception real quick.

[Corwin]

21:09 <Lucille> roll 1d20+57
21:09 <Rei-chan> Lucille rolled : 1d20+57 --> [ 1d20=15 ]{72}

[Anastasia]

You hear a soft movement of water behind you. Subtle, but Oraga's starting to turn to something, slowly and subtly.

[Corwin]

Seira decides to take a look herself, glancing in that direction with a raised eyebrow.

[Anastasia]

Another sea elf is there - female, long blue hair and giving you a cool look. She looks unimpressed, arms crossed. "So," she says, "Seira, hm? Iridansa, hm?"

"Oh, there you are," Oolu says smoothly, "I was just looking for you."

[Corwin]

"Really, Oolu? You don't say!"

[Anastasia]

"I do say!" Oolu says quickly, "Come on, how about I take all of us for a nice lunch, my treat?"

The woman's expression turns downright frosty as her eyes narrow. "I think it looks like you weren't going anywhere," she retorts. "Were you?"

[Corwin]

"I see you're doing well," Seira says with a snort. "It's like time stood still! Hey, see if you have the time to visit? We're celebrating this week."

With a friendly wave at Oolu, she decides to swim off in search of Tynave.

[Anastasia]

As he gets glared at, "Oh yes, you're looking for Tynave? She's out of town right now," Oolu calls.

[Corwin]

"Aww, really?" Seira sighs. "Give her my love, then." Pursing her lips, she focuses on the area surrounding Oberuth. If there is a spot she can teleport herself and Oraga over without being overseen, that would work better than a great deal of swimming.

[Anastasia]

Looking to go visit, then?

[Corwin]

I'll conclude my visit by talking to Oberuth, yes.

[Anastasia]

Oberuth is not on the Prime at all. He floats in the misty realm of dreams, the Deep Ethereal all around him. His blade is out as he wanders it, Aegis of the Tarrasque readied as well.

[Corwin]

Raising an eyebrow, Seira shifts herself and Oraga to the Deep Ethereal far enough from Oberuth so that he won't be too surprised by their appearance and lash out.

[Anastasia]

It's chilly here, a faint breeze stirring the ever present winds. Oberuth turns as you approach, "Seira," he says.