Ahead lies the great light that...

[Anastasia]

Lights! Noise! Brightwater is aglow in the evening, thousands adn thousands of multicolored lanterns about. People dance and party in the streets, great tables of food out in the open. Festivities are everywhere, song and dance. You're surrounded by it completely, appearing right in the middle of the street.

Kaja smiles, "It's been awhile," he says, going right to it, going to mingle. Jetina follows as Xandra lingers, while Cresiel looks on. Quietly to you, "This way," he murmurs to you.

[Nephrite]

Moore nods and will go with him!

[Anastasia]

Celebrations. A dancing human woman almost knocks you over as she parties, while a passing elf man shoves a tankard of ale in your hand, "Celebrate," he chides, only a glance of him before the celebration pulls him away. Yet Cresiel is a rock that parts it all, leading on - and then up, marching in the air as if it were solid.

!

Cresiel is suddenly hugged tight, his mother there. "Don't think I don't know who this is for," she chides right away. "I still don't believe it. Sune's locks, I don't believe it!"

"Mother," Cresiel says plainly after a long moment. "We have somewhere to be."

[Nephrite]

"Lady Villisa." Moore greets her with a smile. "It's good to see you again."

[Anastasia]

After a moment she looks to you, "Moore! He told me but...to see it is another thing!"

[Nephrite]

A nod and a smile. "It was a miracle. For both of us." A nod after that as he avoids some errant wine. "I am hopeful that this celebration kindles a fire many people have needed as of late."

[Anastasia]

"A miracle is right! How much did you risk for this? Have you ever seen a hunefer?!" Villisa goes right on.

[Nephrite]

"We were aware of what was at stake." Moore says. "I hope you'll stay to enjoy the festivities and spread the word for us." A large smile follows that.

[Anastasia]

"You were aware?" Villisa declares, "And you still did it?! What if you had failed?!"

[Nephrite]

"You know that's not how hope works." Moore says with a beaming smile. "If you never take risks, it's impossible to inspire other people to the same."

[Anastasia]

"You..." Villisa takes a breath, "You idiot. You risked my son's eternal soul over this!"

"Mother," Cresiel steps forward, "I chose this of my own will. Your anger is at me-"

"Hang your logic," Villisa whirls, "What would I have done if you were accursed to an eternity like that?!" She jabs her finger in Cresiel's chest. "I could never rest with a son condemned to that!"

"I am not. That is enough," Cresiel says, with a firmness that brooks no question.

[Nephrite]

Moore smiles still. "I hope you can forgive me in time." Moore says. "Cresiel, let's go, Lady Villisa knows where to find us if she has further wrath to mete." A turn as Moore will start to continue on.

[Anastasia]

Villisa is put aside, watching with a look of anger and worry together as you continue on.

Ahead you see it. A covered pavilion, open air but with a roof. Here a more select elite mingles, perhaps a hundred or so beneath it, talking away.

[Nephrite]

Moore doesn't need to breathe anymore, but he still steels himself for this as he continues on.

Just be yourself.

[Anastasia]

Cresiel nods without comment as...

"Moore, there you are!" Waukeen comes to you as you step on, a smile on her face and a glass of wine in hand. She's clad in a dress of brown and gold, smiling widely. "Cresiel too!"