Well, I'm not sure what else to call it. This is an old log back in 2006, well modified as of the last time in 2006 I found on the old computer. One of the first logs I saved, at the time I didn't know how to save logs in Nexus (Now I just....copy paste everything, clean it up, stick it into an open office file, and keep them in a folder labelled Lusternia Things)

...Enjoy?

Rosy red book for Isune

mail to Isune

Isune, the Aesthete says, "Gotten myself lost in Serenwilde quite a few times."

Isune hums a happy tune.

Isune, the Aesthete says, "The last time, Hinagar had to show me out."

Isune, the Aesthete says, "I just get a bit paranoid under canopies, but
ceilings give me the same problem."

Father Soril Windchaser, Hand of Compassion says, "As expert with adjectives as
ever, I see, my Lady. You always were the pinnacle of Imagination."

"Pish posh," says Isune with a dismissive wave of Her hand.

Isune, the Aesthete says, "I doubt he would want one if we were able."

Isune, the Aesthete says, "He used to be rather handsome."

Alita, of Summer Moonlight says to Isune, "Did you have a crush on him My
Lady?"

Isune, the Aesthete says, "I wouldn't say that..."

Alita, of Summer Moonlight says, "I have never seen little divine babies."

Isune blinks incredulously at Alita.

Isune, the Aesthete says, "Actually, you probably have, in a sense."

Isune, the Aesthete smiles and says, "Well, mortals, yes, though that was not
quite what I was thinking of."

Isune, the Aesthete says, "Supernals come to mind, and things like Volucer
here."

Volucer says, "Wait. Things?"

Volucer glares about himself, upset with the world.

Alita, of Summer Moonlight says to Volucer, "You are the child of two divine?"

Isune, the Aesthete says, "I'm actually not certain if two divine have ever
produced a... that brings a strange question to mind. If we were elders, would
we make youngers?"

Isune, the Aesthete says, "I would suggest asking Lisaera, but that would
probably spell a very leafy sort of doom for whoever asked."

Father Soril Windchaser, Hand of Compassion says to Alita, "Certainly, one
could suggest that a being formed of the essence of a single Divine is in
itself a 'child'"

Isune, the Aesthete says, "In essence, Volucer is actually much like the
Supernals. Just... advanced enough to be unbound to a plane for survival, but
not developed enough to be particularly..."

Volucer rolls his eyes.

Volucer says, "You can be godmother to my hatchlings."

Father Soril Windchaser, Hand of Compassion says, "At least, those we are aware
of presently... Who knows how many remain in exile?"

Alita's eyes sparkle with amusement.

The sun reaches the zenith of the firmament, pausing in his quest to allow the
land to bask in his shining golden rays.

Volucer says, "You can be godmother to my hatchlings."

Father Soril Windchaser, Hand of Compassion says, "At least, those we are aware
of presently... Who knows how many remain in exile?"

Alita's eyes sparkle with amusement.

The sun reaches the zenith of the firmament, pausing in his quest to allow the
land to bask in his shining golden rays.

Volucer says, "Better yet! Mother?"

Alita, of Summer Moonlight says to Volucer, "What are the chances of..."

Alita becomes overwhelmed by it all and faints.

Volucer looks hopeful.

Alita giggles happily.

You giggle happily.

Alita ponders Volucer's profile, wondering if it would make a suitable subject
for a portrait.

Isune tilts Her head back and looks up at the sky.

Isune thwaps Volucer on the head.

Alita, of Summer Moonlight says, "Motto... so motto."

Sparks of light dance along the reflective tiles of the courtyard.

Isune, the Aesthete says to Soril, "Few and far between, it seems."

Volucer tilts his head back and turns his eyes to the sky for a brief moment.

Alita, of Summer Moonlight says to Volucer, "I dunno.. can you protect your
young and provide fancy things for your family?"

Isune, the Aesthete smiles with a wink and says, "More people related to
Kiarlea."

Isune, the Aesthete says something unintelligible.
Isune is momentarily surrounded by a deep red nimbus.

Isune, the Aesthete says, "If it is necessary to do harm to another in seeking
your goal, and there is no alternative to harming them or to changing what your
goal may be that can be accomplished within the relative ease or time frame in
which you must do what you need to do, then by all means, do what must be done,
by any means necessary."

Midnight shadows coalesce around a new day, and Mother Night embraces the land
in utter darkness.
It is now the 15th of Kiani, 138 years after the Coming of Estarra.

Volucer says, "You are a mistress of the run-on sentence."

Isune, the Aesthete says to Volucer, "Thank you, I... think."

Tiritan Dean Thillieir, Walker Liaison says, "What are your thoughts on the
Taint?"

Isune, the Aesthete says, "Take... Glomdoring, terrible in its beauty... should
it be destroyed, for the sanctity of the world, contained, for it is indeed
flourishing in it's own way, or allowed to grow and attempt to subvert all
else..."

Isune shakes Her head.

Volucer says, "Viravain really did a number on you."

Volucer grunts noncommitally.

"Shh!" Isune says to Volucer, putting a finger to Her lips.

Thillieir frowns at Volucer.

Isune, the Aesthete silently edges over and paints a few delicate swirls on
Shulamit.

A thick fog begins to blow in, then quickly blows away, leaving behind Raja
Exarius, Faethorn Feline.

Nice memories! :-)

Wish I had more logs.