I realize this one is longer, so I cut out everything except what was happening here. Hope it helps!



Pectus gives Auguste L'Fevre a peck on the cheek.
Auguste L'Fevre smiles brightly at Pectus.

You give Auguste L'Fevre a compassionate hug.
Auguste L'Fevre's eyes twinkle enchantingly at you.

Fuyu performs a graceful curtsey.

Miss Priss Pectus Dawneye, Queen of Loaves says, "Creeepyy.."

Fuyu curtseys respectfully before Auguste L'Fevre.
Auguste L'Fevre smiles brightly at Fuyu.

Auguste L'Fevre's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Euterpe, Muse of Music sketches a perfectly elegant bow before Auguste L'Fevre,
smiling warmly. The faint strains of a beautiful melody briefly manifest,
twining about the both of them before dispersing.

Auguste L'Fevre exclaims, "Bonjour, mes amis!"

Miss Priss Pectus Dawneye, Queen of Loaves says, "How come Fuyu got a smile and
I got a leering?!"


Fuyu giggles happily.

You say, "You're leerable?"

You giggle happily.

Pectus strikes a pose.

Miss Priss Pectus Dawneye, Queen of Loaves says to you, "Ask ask!"

You say, "Meep!"

You shuffle your feet uneasily.

You shuffle your feet uneasily.

Auguste L'Fevre tilts his head curiously.

Fuyu giggles happily.

You say to Auguste L'Fevre, "Uhm, uhm! I made a vial shaped like you, because
uhm, well, you're awesome! But I wanted to get your permission first before I
submitted it, meep?"

Auguste L'Fevre's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Fuyu's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

Auguste L'Fevre says, "A vial of me, eh?"

You nod your head gravely in acknowledgement of the point.

Auguste L'Fevre ponders the situation.

Softly-glowing motes of incandescent light whirl into being, skittering and
dancing across the floor before vanishing as suddenly, each with a chime of
varying tone.

Auguste L'Fevre exclaims, "I did not know that you 'ad access to materials fine
enough to fashion something in my likeness!"

Auguste L'Fevre strikes a pose.

Your eyes sparkle with amusement.

Miss Priss Pectus Dawneye, Queen of Loaves says, "Rock."

Pectus coughs softly.

Fuyu's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

Miss Priss Pectus Dawneye, Queen of Loaves says, "I mean I love you Auguste."

Auguste L'Fevre peers about himself unscrupulously.

Auguste L'Fevre thumps Pectus on the forehead.

You say, "I used pearls, yup yup."

"Ooowwwww!", Pectus whines.

Fuyu wraps a comforting arm around Pectus.

Your eyes sparkle with amusement.

Brushing his hands off, Auguste L'Fevre says, "Well, pearls may be an acceptable
substitute, oui."

Amazing Aquamancer Fuyu Vivalde, the Mentalist says to you, "I bet it'd be
pretty!"

You ponder the situation.

You say, "I hope it's ok!"

You say to Euterpe, Muse of Music, "Do you have it so I can read it to them?"

"Uhh..." stalls Euterpe, Muse of Music.

Auguste L'Fevre twiddles his thumbs.

Euterpe, Muse of Music begins to shuffle through her pack, before brandishing a
sheet of paper and giving it to Shulamit to read.

You ponder for a moment and say "Hrm..."

Fuyu claps her hands together merrily.

Fuyu tilts her head and listens intently to you.

You say, "Appearance - a pearl vial shaped like Auguste L'Fevre Dropped - A
small pearl vial in a humanoid shape rests on the ground here. Examined -
Smooth, lustrous pearl has been used to craft this august vial. The pearls have
been carved to resemble the exact likeness of Auguste L'Fevre, attendant to Lord
Lyreth, the Sidereal Prince. Fine-carved obsidian has been used to craft his
long, flowing hair. Two small chips of yellow diamonds have been used to craft
his small, sparkling eyes. Carefully worked into the pearls that make up his
body are a pair of trousers and tunic, though one can barely tell where his body
ends and the clothes begin. His arms are held above his head, holding a symbol
to Lord Lyreth above him in reverant prayer. A small twist mechanism contained
within the holy symbol can be turned, allowing access to the vial's contents."
Auguste L'Fevre smiles gently, singing a soft hymn to the Sidereal Prince.

You shuffle your feet uneasily.

Utterly entranced, Fuyu emits a long "Ooooh."

Auguste L'Fevre rubs his chin thoughtfully, raises his eyebrow and says, "I
see..."

Miss Priss Pectus Dawneye, Queen of Loaves says, "Wooww.. I just realized how
weird your eyes are."

Pectus peers at Auguste L'Fevre unscrupulously.
Auguste L'Fevre smiles brightly at Pectus.

Auguste L'Fevre says, "Why, cherie, I am nothing so glamorous as an attendant."

Your eyes sparkle with amusement.

Auguste L'Fevre opens his mouth as if to say something, but pauses.

Miss Priss Pectus Dawneye, Queen of Loaves says, "Gaah. Stop doing that!"

Pectus flails about helplessly.

Fuyu's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

Auguste L'Fevre exclaims to Pectus, "I shall not be nice to you, cherie, if you
keep up!"

You say, "I was worried I didn't know what your relation to Him was, and I was
right!"

You flail about helplessly.

Auguste L'Fevre exclaims, "Oh goodness, non! I am merely a priest, and that is
all!"

You say, "Now I'm embarresed."

You blush furiously.

Fuyu giggles happily.

Fuyu gives you a compassionate hug.

Auguste L'Fevre pats you in a friendly manner.

You say, "I can change it to priest, yup yup."

You nod solemnly.

Auguste L'Fevre exclaims, "Ah, cherie, I did not mean to embarrass you. I am
flattered, truly!"

Auguste L'Fevre winks knowingly.

Joy suddenly washes over you in waves, your entire body glowing a cheerful shade
of citrine yellow.

You say, "It was suggested I get Lord Lyreth's permission too, since He's
mentioned."
Auguste L'Fevre smiles gently, singing a soft hymn to the Sidereal Prince.

You ponder for a moment and say "Hrm..."

Auguste L'Fevre puts his hands on his hips and goes "Hmmm!"

You peer at a vibrant collar of spun gold and prismatic crystal unscrupulously.

The dulcet tones of a female singing ring through the temple, a gentle aria
echoing against the marble environs.

Auguste L'Fevre says, "Do you suppose so?"

You say, "But I dunno. It's your image, not His."

You nod solemnly.

The corners of Auguste L'Fevre's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.

Auguste L'Fevre exclaims, "Well, cherie, I am fine with it!"

You say, "Yay! I'll submit it, with the slight change from attendant to priest."

You nod solemnly.

Auguste L'Fevre shouts out a happy "Yay!"

Auguste L'Fevre says, "You will bring me one, I 'ope, when it is made?"

You nod your head gravely in acknowledgement of the point.

Auguste L'Fevre beams broadly.

Fuyu's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

You say, "If I can get ahold of the inferno beetles that are neccesary to make
obsidian."

You put your hand to your forehead and swoon.

Auguste L'Fevre exclaims, "You are a terrible flatterer, cherie. I look forward
to it!"

You say, "Silly obsidian, so hard to get ahold of."

Auguste L'Fevre waggles his eyebrows suggestively at you.

You giggle happily.

Fuyu gives you a compassionate hug.

Joy suddenly washes over you in waves, your entire body glowing a cheerful shade
of citrine yellow.

You say, "Very happy! Happy day."

You nod your head gravely in acknowledgement of the point.

Auguste L'Fevre says, "And 'ow 'ave you ladies been, non?"

Auguste L'Fevre says, "Aside from the touched one..."

Auguste L'Fevre gives Pectus the once-over, eyeing her suspiciously.

Pectus sniffles softly.

Miss Priss Pectus Dawneye, Queen of Loaves says, "It's not my fault.."

You whisper to Auguste L'Fevre, "Other then designs, just trying to set up Fuyu
here with sister Silvanos."

You hum a happy tune.

Opening her mouth wide, Fuyu gapes in wonder at you.

You smile your sweetest, most innocent smile at Fuyu.

Auguste L'Fevre rubs his chin thoughtfully, raises his eyebrow and says, "I
see..."

Amazing Aquamancer Fuyu Vivalde, the Mentalist says, "When did that happen?"

You say, "Hmm....a couple months ago."

In a confidential undertone, Auguste L'Fevre exclaims to you, "I shall make it
my work to assist you in this, cherie!"

You nod solemnly.

You tap your fingers together and murmur, "Excellent..."

Amazing Aquamancer Fuyu Vivalde, the Mentalist gasps, "August."

Fuyu coughs softly.

Auguste L'Fevre pats Fuyu in a friendly manner.

The soothing, harmonious sound of a harp being played sounds from somewhere
within the temple, relaxing your mind and body.

Auguste L'Fevre exclaims, "Ah, amour!"

Auguste L'Fevre places a hand to his breast and heaves a dramatic sigh, glancing
skyward.

You giggle happily.

Fuyu giggles happily.

You say, "I carry so many items as of late..."

'Oh?' Fuyu exclaims quizzically at you.

Auguste L'Fevre says, "You do not 'ave a pack mule for this?"

You say, "So many bottles!"

Your eyes sparkle with amusement.

Auguste L'Fevre exclaims, "I thought you did!"

Miss Priss Pectus Dawneye, Queen of Loaves chimes to you, "I haveee 164."

Auguste L'Fevre peers at Pectus unscrupulously.

Miss Priss Pectus Dawneye, Queen of Loaves says, "Including 101 vials."

Miss Priss Pectus Dawneye, Queen of Loaves says, "Or.. Wait. No, 102."

Euterpe, Muse of Music exclaims, "I do hope you aren't talking about me!"

Childishly, Pectus sticks her tongue out at Auguste L'Fevre.

Fuyu chews on her lip, deep in thought.

Auguste L'Fevre exclaims, "Oh, non, mon belle!"

The soothing, harmonious sound of a harp being played sounds from somewhere
within the temple, relaxing your mind and body.

Euterpe, Muse of Music wipes the back of her hand across her brow in relief.

Miss Priss Pectus Dawneye, Queen of Loaves says to Auguste L'Fevre, "I'm no more
a pack mule than you are an attendant."

Pectus coughs softly.

Your eyes sparkle with amusement.

You choke back a laugh as Auguste L'Fevre releases a painfully accurate kick to
Pectus's shin in retribution for her behaviour.

"Ooowwwww!", Pectus whines.

You double over in laughter, wiping the tears from your eyes.

Miss Priss Pectus Dawneye, Queen of Loaves says, "What?! You said you weren't
one!"

Fuyu hides a grin behind her hand.

Auguste L'Fevre says, "Ah, mon cherie, forgive me."

Blithely, Auguste L'Fevre exclaims, "I slipped!"

Auguste L'Fevre twiddles his thumbs.

Your eyes sparkle with amusement.

Pectus inhales shortly, then stares coldly around the room before flickering her
tongue out and emitting a short burst of smoke.

Fuyu blinks.

You take a deep breath and allow your mind to calm, and your crystalline body
begins to shift in colour.

Fuyu erratically pulsates in hues of ruby, emerald and sapphire.

You say, "You can breathe smoke, but I can glow!"

Pectus rolls her eyes skyward and splurts, "Pfffft."

Fuyu's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

Miss Priss Pectus Dawneye, Queen of Loaves says, "I can also breathe fire!"

The soothing, harmonious sound of a harp being played sounds from somewhere
within the temple, relaxing your mind and body.

You have emoted: Shulamit holds one hand up to the light, sending slivers of
rainbows falling everywhere.

Auguste L'Fevre's eyes twinkle enchantingly.

Miss Priss Pectus Dawneye, Queen of Loaves says, "I'm blind! It's gorgeous but
I'm blinnnd!"

Pectus places both hands over her eyes, blocking the world from sight.

Fuyu's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

You say, "Oh it's not that bad! No where near as bad as oh...Lord Eventru..."

You hum innocently to yourself.

Auguste L'Fevre looks about himself suspiciously.

Fuyu peers at you unscrupulously.

In a low mumble, Auguste L'Fevre says, "Ah, oui, there is that..."

Auguste L'Fevre glances askance.

Your eyes sparkle with amusement.

Pectus gives Auguste L'Fevre a peck on the cheek.

Miss Priss Pectus Dawneye, Queen of Loaves says to Auguste L'Fevre, "I'm sorry
for being mean."

You say, "I could have made His bottle worse, but I decided not to blind our
city."

You nod solemnly.

Auguste L'Fevre exclaims to Pectus, "Ah! Cherie! I worry that I shall never be
able to forgive you!"

Auguste L'Fevre begins to weep uncontrollably.

You give a horrified gasp.

Fuyu creases her brow in a frown.

Pectus ponders the situation.

Pectus begins to wield a strawberry tart in her left hand.

Pectus tosses a strawberry tart to Auguste L'Fevre, and he catches it nimbly.

Your eyes sparkle with amusement.

Miss Priss Pectus Dawneye, Queen of Loaves says, "What about now?"

Fuyu giggles happily.

Munching happily on a strawberry tart, Auguste L'Fevre says, "Mmf. Awrght."

Auguste L'Fevre nods his head sagely.

You giggle happily.

Fuyu gives a strawberry and cinnamon cheesecake to Auguste L'Fevre.

Auguste L'Fevre exclaims, "Ah! You spoil me!"

You crush the cluster of gems into a fine powder and fashion a bottle.

Auguste L'Fevre says, "However shall I keep my boyish figure?"

Auguste L'Fevre frets over everything that might go wrong.

Pectus shifts her eyes suspiciously from side to side.

Fuyu's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

Miss Priss Pectus Dawneye, Queen of Loaves says, "You're.. You're a boy?"

Pectus blinks incredulously at Auguste L'Fevre.

Auguste L'Fevre smiles seductively, trailing a finger along the side of Pectus's
neck. Incandescent luminescence shines beneath his touch, causing Pectus's skin
to smoulder, peel, and crack.

Pectus takes a drink from a maple-carved, rose-scented vial.

"Eep!", you scream in fright.

A look of utter annoyance showing on his face, Auguste L'Fevre glowers darkly.

You wrap a Scroll of Sorcelglass around the bottle, then peel it back, revealing
a golden bottle of Lord Lyreth, the Sidereal Prince.

You whisper, "Here, have a bottle?"

Miss Priss Pectus Dawneye, Queen of Loaves says, "I didn't mean it like that!"

Pectus sniffles softly.

You give a golden bottle of Lord Lyreth, the Sidereal Prince to Auguste L'Fevre.

Auguste L'Fevre smiles brightly before piping out a painfully cheerful ''Kay!'.

Opening her mouth wide, Fuyu gapes in wonder at Pectus.

Auguste L'Fevre hugs a golden bottle of Lord Lyreth, the Sidereal Prince
happily.

Auguste L'Fevre exclaims, "It is beautiful, cherie!"

Fuyu's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

Joy suddenly washes over you in waves, your entire body glowing a cheerful shade
of citrine yellow.

Miss Priss Pectus Dawneye, Queen of Loaves says, "I always just figured you were
above the age that being called boy is acceptable."

Pectus sniffles softly.

Auguste L'Fevre says, "Pssshhhh..."

Auguste L'Fevre exclaims, "You wound me!"

Fuyu chews on her lip, deep in thought.

Auguste L'Fevre turns his back on Pectus and pointedly ignores her.

The Mantle of Starlight shimmers and twinkles as the starlit darkness that it is
formed of continues its eternal motion.

Pectus gives Auguste L'Fevre a compassionate hug.

Auguste L'Fevre gives Pectus a peck on the cheek.

Auguste L'Fevre says, "Well, alright, then."

Amazing Aquamancer Fuyu Vivalde, the Mentalist says, "Auguste would be dashing,
anyhow, I think.."

Auguste L'Fevre's eyes twinkle enchantingly.

Auguste L'Fevre smooths his hair back nonchalantly.

Fuyu's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

The dulcet tones of a female singing ring through the temple, a gentle aria
echoing against the marble environs.

You hum a happy tune.

Miss Priss Pectus Dawneye, Queen of Loaves says, "Okay! We're gonna abandon
Shulamit here with you and wander off to go do stuff."

Miss Priss Pectus Dawneye, Queen of Loaves has lost you.

Opening your mouth wide, you gape in wonder.

You say, "But but!"

Miss Priss Pectus Dawneye, Queen of Loaves says to Auguste L'Fevre, "She's
married, remember that."

Pectus subjects Auguste L'Fevre to a merciless teasing.

You say, "Meep!"

Auguste L'Fevre raises his hand to his mouth and titters girlishly.

Auguste L'Fevre says, "You think that will stop me, cherie?"

You give a horrified gasp.

You place both hands over your eyes, blocking the world from sight.

Fuyu hides a grin behind her hand.

Auguste L'Fevre nudges you suggestively.

You clap your hands over your ears and silence the world.

You quickly clamp your hands over your mouth.

Miss Priss Pectus Dawneye, Queen of Loaves says, "I don't think you really want
a little furrikin bard coming in here and gnawing at your ankles for flirting
with his wife."

Pectus coughs softly.

Muffled, you say, "I love Pesukaru!"

Auguste L'Fevre says, "Pssshhhh..."

You have emoted: Shulamit turns a rose-entangled lunar band on her finger in
circles, pondering thoughtfully while glowing a soft rose colour.

Auguste L'Fevre says, "Bring your 'usband with you the next time, cherie! We
shall see what is what, non?"

The corners of Auguste L'Fevre's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.

You blink.

"Uhh..." you stall.

The dulcet tones of a female singing ring through the temple, a gentle aria
echoing against the marble environs.

Miss Priss Pectus Dawneye, Queen of Loaves says to Fuyu, "And now we leave!"

Fuyu leaves, following Miss Priss Pectus Dawneye, Queen of Loaves.
Attention caught by something somewhere else, Marree bounds away to the south.

You peer about yourself unscrupulously.

Auguste L'Fevre hides a grin behind his hand.

You flail about helplessly.

You say, "I don't know what to say, meep meep."

You say, "Oh! I could fix the design and submit it."

You nod solemnly.

"Ok!" Auguste L'Fevre exclaims.

You say, "Now it reads priest to instead of attendant."

solemnnod
You nod solemnly.

Auguste L'Fevre claps his hands together merrily.

You get 5000 gold sovereigns from a celestial backpack.

You peer at some gold sovereigns unscrupulously.

You say, "Expensive designing."

You put your hand to your forehead and swoon.

You submit your design for review on behalf of the cartel. This design is the
cartel's unique design and may be recalled for editing.

You say, "Submitted!"

Joy suddenly washes over you in waves, your entire body glowing a cheerful shade
of citrine yellow.

Auguste L'Fevre says, "True beauty is priceless, non?"

Auguste L'Fevre winks knowingly.

You say, "I suppose."

Your eyes sparkle with amusement.

Auguste L'Fevre nods his head sagely.

You say, "Still costs money to submit it, hehe."

Auguste L'Fevre looks up into the air for divine inspiration.

Your eyes sparkle with amusement.

Auguste L'Fevre says, "You ruin my poetic metaphor, cherie."

Auguste L'Fevre crosses his arms on his chest, sticks out his lower lip, and
pouts.

You say, "Sorry..."

You murmur softly to yourself.

Auguste L'Fevre gives you a peck on the cheek.

You give Auguste L'Fevre a compassionate hug.

Auguste L'Fevre exclaims, "Not to worry!"

Auguste L'Fevre says, "Will you be off, then?"

You say, "Yes. It reminds me I need to bug people in Celest to like, try and get
the Ministry of Culture to pay for city designs...it's a project of mine."

You nod solemnly.

Utterly entranced, Auguste L'Fevre emits a long "Ooooh."

You say, "At least, for part of the cost."

You nod your head gravely in acknowledgement of the point.

Auguste L'Fevre exclaims, "Best of luck to you, cherie!"

Auguste L'Fevre pumps his fists in the air to rally the troops.

"Oh?" you exclaim quizzically.

You give Auguste L'Fevre a compassionate hug.

You say, "See you around! It's always awesome to talk to you."

Joy suddenly washes over you in waves, your entire body glowing a cheerful shade
of citrine yellow.

Auguste L'Fevre exclaims, "And you! Be well!"

Euterpe, Muse of Music waves goodbye at Auguste L'Fevre.

You perform a graceful curtsey.

I really, really love Auguste now. :3

I'm mean to him because obviously I plan on making him my trophy husband once Jinx turns 200!

Shame. Shame shame. I barely remember french, but that's setting off my twitchy grammar reflex.

I don't know French, so it all sounds fine to me, meer. And one day, I shall have my Auguste vial!

Mon is masculine. With feminine nouns like belle and cherie, you use ma. (And plural is mes, like mon ami -> mes amis)

Oui!

I still think Auguste is awesome. Yup yup!

But it's not French!

I think he's doing it on purpose. After all, his name is "L'Fevre" which makes 0 grammatical sense too. Still really irritates me for some reason

"L'Fevre" has always really bothered me too! I know Delportian isn't the same as French, but it's basically French anyway, so when things in it are filled with elementary grammar mistakes it's just maddening.

He might not be french, or uhm, speak it well, but he made me my wedding dress, and let me make a vial that looks like him, and puts up with nervousy followers hugging him randomnly.

We're not saying he sucks so you can stop defending him. I'm just reflexively twitching at the terrible grammar.

Still going to defend him. Cause he's awesome

Hmmmm...apparently I now need to make vials of the pantheon to go with the bottles, hehe.