Rainbows loom

[Nephrite]

"Thank you." Moore says. "I realize this is a bit sudden."

[Anastasia]

"A solar showing up, a grand servant of the light and heavens and -"

"Peace," Cresiel cuts in, "Peace, friend." His voice calms the elf right down, "Merely do as you offered to do."

[Nephrite]

Moore just smiles. "We're a bit unorthodox." He admits.

[Anastasia]

You are lead deep within, to an interior courtyard. Here elves sit in meditation - dozens of them, all dressed like your host. They sit around a rather short pine tree - no more than double Cresiel's height. It looks utterly unremarkable.

"This tree was planted by the Lord of All Elves," Is the answer to the unspoken question, "It is said that he watches it to this day."

[Nephrite]

Moore nods to their host and will fly slightly closer to the tree -- he's not sure if it's going to talk itself or if he'll simply get that definite feeling that someone is watching and listening to him as he nears it.

[Anastasia]

Cresiel follows.

Elves look up and watch the two of you as you approach the tree. Nothing happens - no reaction, no sense of being watched.

[Nephrite]

Well, if he's going to embarrass himself, he may as well get it out of the way.

He clears his throat and speaks quietly - if clearly. "I have come to seek an audience with Lady Angharradh."

He then will simply wait.

[Anastasia]

Gimme a raw Charisma check.

[Nephrite]

[14:18] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+46
[14:19] <Penuche> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 53 > [d20=7]

[Anastasia]

Nothing happens immediately - but it is quiet, calm and pleasant here, at least.

Cresiel goes to sit, eyes closed as he joins the elves in meditation.

[Nephrite]

Moore lingers for a time more, before he decides to sit and do the same thing.  There's no harm in that, after all.

[Anastasia]

Wis check.

[Nephrite]

It's always wisdom with you...

[14:34] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+22
[14:34] <Penuche> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 27 > [d20=5]

[Anastasia]

Being wise is good, isn't it?

You relax and open your mind. It's peaceful here, your thoughts lost amid the considerations of greenery and warmth. You feel better as time passes, though no sign of anyone coming down from on high.

[Nephrite]

There's not much else for him to do except wait a bit longer. It is him asking for the audience, after all, so he should be patient.

He continues to just relax -- focusing on the idea of... an idea. What forms an idea, what gives it power.

This, he ponders, in this green grove.