a green silk sari edged with golden flowers

A swathe of dark green silk, the material light and cool to the touch,
forms this flowing sari. When worn, the garment is wound twice around
the body, gathered in even pleats to trail down to the floor, and may be
adjusted to either reveal or conceal the midriff. The loose end of the
sari drapes over one shoulder, leaving the other arm bare. Along the
edges of the material winds a wide band of golden embroidery, depicting
a glorious riot of entwining golden flowers and buds. Each blossom bears
at its heart a smooth gemstone cabochon, catching the light in a
shimmering display of colours.

Calmly, you say to Dandelion Sweetpease, "Can you say...'Wyrd'?"

Smiling broadly, you say to Dandelion Sweetpease, "Say it with me. Wyyyyrdd."

You urge your companions onwards.

You urge Dandelion Sweetpease onwards.
Dandelion Sweetpease gurgles at you like a babe.

You give a pained sigh.

You say to Dandelion Sweetpease, "We'll come back to this. Practice!"

The cheery stoves of Faethorn.
The green glow from a trio of burning stoves sends waves of heat pouring into the room with a furious intensity. Here lies the true heart of the realm where bread is baked despite several of them screaming not to be cooked and meat is roasted despite the qualms of the flesh's owner. A spit turns over a roaring irridescent fire that spits out little shooting stars that skip across the ground and several strips of some sort of meat have already been sliced and served. The amount of food it takes to feed such a large society makes it understandable that these stoves never go unlit combined with the fact that they oftentimes get grouchy when not kept hot. Piles of various creatures ready to be cooked are kept penned and cool in a root cellar that is dug near the underground river. Perriwinkle Sweetpease stands here, his lopsided wings fluttering erratically. Butter Sweetpease swirls about her kitchen, scattering candied violets everywhere. A birch sapling clings tenaciously to the ground here. Gurgling quietly to himself, baby Dandelion Sweetpease is here playing with his toes. Veyda d'Illici is here, shrouded. He wields flowing nekai of sleek silver in each hand.
You see exits leading northeast, southeast, southwest, and northwest.

Veyda d'Illici says, "Rock paper scissors for the baby?"

You nod your head emphatically.

You say, "On three."

You say, "One."

You say, "Two."

You say, "Three!"

Veyda d'Illici throws paper.

You have emoted: Exeryte makes his fist into a rock.

"Damn it!" you swear in frustration.

"Haha!" laughs Veyda.

You say, "Wait."

You say, "Best two out of three."

Veyda d'Illici says, "Done and done."

You say, "On three."

You say, "One."

You say, "Two."

You say, "Three!"

You have emoted: Exeryte makes his hands into a scissor shape.

Veyda d'Illici forms his hand into a pair of scissors.

You say, "One."

You say, "Two."

You say, "Three!"

You have emoted: Exeryte makes his hands into a scissor shape.

Veyda d'Illici forms his hand into a pair of scissors.

You say, "Tricky tricky."

You say, "One."

You say, "Two."

You say, "Three!"

You have emoted: Exeryte makes his hands into a paper shape.

Veyda d'Illici forms his hand into a piece of paper.

Veyda chuckles long and heartily.

You say, "One."

You say, "Two."

You say, "Three!"

You have emoted: Exeryte makes his hands into a paper shape.

Veyda d'Illici forms his hand into a piece of paper.

You say, "One."

You say, "Two."

You say, "Three!"

You have emoted: Exeryte makes his hands into a scissor shape.

Veyda d'Illici forms his hand into a pair of scissors.

Veyda utters a deep, rumbling laugh.

You say, "One."

You say, "Two."

You say, "Three!"

You have emoted: Exeryte makes his hands into a rock shape.

Veyda d'Illici forms his hand into a rock.

You say, "One."

You say, "Two."

You say, "Three!"

You have emoted: Exeryte makes his hands into a rock shape.

Veyda d'Illici forms his hands into a giant rock.

You say, "One."

You say, "Two."

You say, "Three!"

You have emoted: Exeryte makes his hands into a scissor shape.

Veyda d'Illici forms his hand into a rock.

Veyda nods his head affirmatively.

You snap your fingers.

Veyda d'Illici says, "My baby."

You say, "Meh, I don't even want it."

Veyda smiles softly at Dandelion Sweetpease.
Dandelion Sweetpease gurgles at Veyda like a new born babe.

(Market): Falon says, "Whee."

Falon of the Murder (Male Loboshigaru).
His motto: 'Life is like a donut edible.'
GOD, does it never end?

Will Glom care at all if we jump him?

(Market): Falon says, "Whee."

Falon of the Murder (Male Loboshigaru).
His motto: 'Life is like a donut edible.'
GOD, does it never end?

Hey guys. Remember Synobis? :X

(Adiks): Alacardael says, "I want to join Maylea too, if I wasn't already so horny with Charune."