Tea and Hypothericals

Your soft voice reaches out to Gurashi, The Heart's Friend, tickling their ear,
"You seem more yourself than before. When we were on the beach with Miss Ferne 
and Miss Cheliyi. Although I suppose that counts for several years ago."

Gurashi's melodic voice sings into your mind, "Ah... *there is a ripple of
/something/, a flash of color, their aethers slightly muted* Ah, mineselfs...? 
Yeah, guess that was a longly times ago, huh..."

Gurashi's melodic voice sings into your mind, "...most of my months, has been
comforting peoples, now that thinks about it."

Your soft voice reaches out to Gurashi, The Heart's Friend, tickling their ear,
"Oh dear."

Your soft voice reaches out to Gurashi, The Heart's Friend, tickling their ear,
"It sounds like things haven't been quite peaceful."

Your soft voice reaches out to Gurashi, The Heart's Friend, tickling their ear,
"Friend Gurashi, when did someone last see how -you- were doing?"

Gurashi's melodic voice sings into your mind, "*a pause...* ...peoples often,
ask me how am doing! They do .... *there is a slightly more thoughtful thrum, 
trailing off* ..."

Your soft voice reaches out to Gurashi, The Heart's Friend, tickling their ear,
"... Would you mind if I visited, Gurashi?"

Gurashi's melodic voice sings into your mind, "Ah - yes? Well, no. I do not
mind. Just need a few moments, to return to my homes."

Your soft voice reaches out to Gurashi, The Heart's Friend, tickling their ear,
"Whereever would be most convienient for you. I'm taking your time after all."

Gurashi's melodic voice sings into your mind, "Let us have teas, then. On my
patio, maybe...?"

Your soft voice reaches out to Gurashi, The Heart's Friend, tickling their ear,
"That'd be lovely. I'm laden with quite a few teas, if you'd like to sample."

(( Grabbing sundries ))
You portal to The Hoard and the Hive.
A chilling, forestal curiosities room.
This location is flooded with shallow, crystal clear water.
A painting of A Stack of Cats is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. A 
shimmering blue circle floats in the room here. A marble archway stands here, 
elegantly arcing up from ground to ceiling. Gurashi, The Heart's Friend with a 
Regal face shifts and blurs, their figure cast into uncertainty by the 
enveloping Presence that lingers large, unseen, and heavy about their form. They 
wield a vibrant mandolin of songbirds and stars in their left hand. You see a 
sign here instructing you to use the PORTAL command to enter the aetherplex 
system.
You see exits leading north (open door), east (open door), south (open door),
and southwest (closed door).

You curtsey gracefully.
l gurashi
They are a feathered trill kindly demigod changeling. Downy plumes of vibrant
orange cascade in a tumble around their head, the cluster of feathers stopping 
just short of their shoulders and moving at the slightest breeze. A cluster of 
snow-white feathers grow near their right temple. A natural mask of downy black 
feathers have sprouted around their eyes, covering the upper portion of their 
face and fading in with the colorful orange feathers at the hairline and 
temples. A moderately-sized, crescent-shaped scar mars their right cheek, pink 
where it would otherwise be black. A hint of discolored flesh can be seen at the 
center of their sternum, mostly obscured by their clothing. Two tufts of 
feathers gather where their ears would normally be, adorned by long, curling 
feathers that react to their mood. Their eyes are wide and inquisitive, a 
stunning gray that looks almost blue against the bright orange and striking 
black feathers. They stand just shy of six foot even, with a thin, willowy 
build, their skin sandy and smooth. Hanging half-limp behind them are a pair of 
great apricot-colored wings, the covert feathers nearest to their back the same 
ebony-violet as the feathers that cover their brow and cheekbones. Their wings 
are sleek and shiny, evidence of recent grooming efforts. Moth-like wings of 
sheer power radiate away from their back in nightmarish waves of bizarre hues. A 
shifting pearlescence graces their skin as they walk with the truefavour of 
Carakhan, Sculptor of Waves.

They are wearing:
a starry wreath of celestial light set atop their head like a halo
a circlet of crystal thorns resting loosely atop their head
a vivid red-orange poppy tucked lovingly behind their left ear
an indigo scarf dotted with lambent fireflies worn loosely around their
shoulders
the Mantle of Starlight which flows dreamily about their shoulders and back
a sleeveless black tunic which clings to their upper body flatteringly
mercurial Mysraian prayer beads pulled taut against their right wrist
a Glomdoring friendship bracelet which jingles softly on their left wrist
minty citrus incense beads pulled taut against their right wrist
a shifting, living poppy of saffron petals worn delicately upon their left wrist
a driftwood ring of sea breezes fitted tightly to their left middle finger
simple white linen trousers which swish around their legs freely
Refined Boots of the Paladin, worn and weathered from use.

Gurashi spins in their place to look at you, looking as though they've just
arrived themselves. "Miss Xiran!" They warble in surprise.

Laughing, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says, "Timing! What goodly timings."

Your eyes sparkle with amusement.

Xiran gives Gurashi a once-over, considering your trill form in full.

Gurashi reaches up a hand, cupping their unscarred cheek with a smile and
gesturing towards the south. "Shall we?"

You begin to follow Gurashi.

Gurashi nods their head emphatically.

Smiling, you say, "Thanks for letting me join you in your home."

You follow Gurashi, The Heart's Friend south to A charming patio overlooking
oblivion.

A charming patio overlooking oblivion.
This location is flooded with shallow, crystal clear water. A comforting feeling
of privacy pervades the area. From outside the door, both stories of this timber-
framed, two-story building are visible. Gnarled, blackened trunks bow out at the 
corners, and ivy creeps up each exterior wall, giving the structure a rounded, 
organic look. The roof is steeply pitched and shingled in mossy cedar, save for 
the rounded upstairs windows that peek out like a pair of sleepy eyes. A 
flagstone patio extends out from the facade for several feet, before coming to 
an abrupt end at the edge of the bubble, beyond which only the churning, stygian 
nothingness of aetherspace is visible. A narrow footpath curls around the side 
of the building. Beneath it, hard-packed dirt and stringy grass roots give way 
to the emptiness below. The light of day shines brightly. There are 3 smooth 
ravenwood benches here. An expansive picnic table seems to burst from the ground 
here, a trunk-like protrusion of whorled walnut wood. Hanging from a twisting 
and bubbling pole is a gilded lantern, cage covered in ornate hieroglyphics. 
Perpetually ticking away the hours, a Splendid Clock of the Dawn stands proudly 
nearby. A shimmering blue circle floats in the room here. In the shape of an 
open palm, a metallic sigil lies here. Gurashi, The Heart's Friend with a Regal 
face shifts and blurs, their figure cast into uncertainty by the enveloping 
Presence that lingers large, unseen, and heavy about their form. They wield a 
vibrant mandolin of songbirds and stars in their left hand.
You see exits leading north (open door) and west (closed door).

Gurashi nods several times, face lighting up as they escort the faeling towards
the south. "Have been, before, yes? Think?"

Nodding, you say, "Aye."

Gurashi nods their head emphatically.

Finding the bench and sinking upon it, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says, "O-K,
good..."

Xiran grins impishly before her expression smooths out.

Gurashi stretches out their leggies each, scrunching their face as they stretch,
then let their legs drop, feet scuffing the patio. "Ah...did so muchly 
standing." They chuckle, smiling at the faeling. "Feels goodly to sits."

p bench
Crafted entirely of wood, this simple bench has two thick slabs to hold
the seat up. The seat itself is several inches thick, polished ravenwood
with slight dents in each place where one could sit. Engraved into the
wood along the edges of the bench are images of the ravenwood trees of
Glomdoring.
A stasis field protects this piece of furniture from decaying.
It weighs about 60 pounds.
It bears the distinctive mark of Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters.

Xiran alights on the bench, although she remains standing.

Wings folding to a close, you say, "It seems you've been on your feet a while,
looking after everyone."

In an airy, melodic voice, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says, "Oh."

Nodding as the faeling speaks, Gurashi gives a savory pull-apart bread brimming
with seeds and vegetables to you.

You thank Gurashi profusely.

Laughing, you say, "And still are."
p bread
Rectangular in shape and still steaming, this loaf of bread appears to
be many layers of bread, cheese, and onions pressed tightly together
then baked. The golden-brown crust has been sprinkled with countless
different seeds.
It has 8 months of usefulness left.
It weighs 12 ounce(s).
It has a trade valuation of worthless.
The beauteous craftsmanship of Gurashi, The Heart's Friend radiates throughout
it.
It has the following aliases: loaf, bread.

Xiran accepts the a savory pull-apart bread brimming with seeds and vegetables 
nonetheless, grinning again.

Gurashi smiles sheepishly. "It is my joy to do so's."

You pour hot, spiced saffron tea from a bottle into a ceramic tea cup painted
with faintly luminescent purple flowers.

Gurashi looks at you hopefully.

You give a ceramic tea cup painted with faintly luminescent purple flowers to
Gurashi, The Heart's Friend.

Accepting the cup gingerly, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says, "Oh! This looks
wonderful."

You say, "Esei's brew. I think it's nice for wintertime."

Gurashi nods their head emphatically.
smell bread

The smell of savory onions and herbs rises tantalizingly from this loaf of
bread.

Gurashi brings a ceramic tea cup painted with faintly luminescent purple flowers
close to their face, inhaling deeply and closing their eyes. "Everything is 
going wells? Since the wedding?" They look up at the faeling hopefully.

Xiran looks out over the porch, eyes crinkling.

You say, "'Tis no different from before. We meet on battlefields and villages in
turmoil. I'm sure we'll find time again eventually."

Gurashi smiles, watching, listening to the faeling as they take a long quiet
draught from their tea.

Gurashi melts, apparently in an almost divine ecstasy.

Gurashi's wings flap excitedly behind them.

Laughing, you say, "Isn't it a nice surprise? Auspice Esei is clever."

Gurashi nods their head emphatically.

Gurashi sips green tea from a ceramic tea cup painted with faintly luminescent
purple flowers.

You say, "And Serenwilde's doing well. I heard a summary from Fair Galaphyrae
about what happened after the song was pieced together."

Gurashi smiles faintly to themselves, squeezing and lowering their drink as
night settles about the manse. "Oh? Heard about the Lady of the Lagoons, then... 
and all the other stuffs?" They ask without looking, casually swinging their 
legs.

You say, "Mm. I heard enough, at least."

Gurashi nods their head emphatically.

Gurashi glances askance.

Tilting her head, you say, "So what of you?" She looks to you a while. "If you'd
rather not relive it all while explaining, I understand."

Gurashi purses their lips pensively, gazing off into the distance as they
carefully gather their thoughts.

Gurashi leans back. "Yeah, you asked what of me's over the aethers, before..."

Gurashi's plumage ruffles in thought. "...I do not know..." They say at last,
wondrous. "Always so many things...hum..."

Xiran hums and opens a savory pull-apart bread brimming with seeds and vegetables
as she listens.

Gurashi's legs stop their swinging as they look down thoughtfully. "I am
supposed to be working on a books, for the Shofets. But has been really hard to 
concentrate, lately." They sniff. "I know what want to say but words is 
hard...hmm, oh, my dearest friends, Beloved Aschwar is learning how to read and 
writes in commons, yes...sent me a letter they wrotes themselves. It was really 
nice."

Your mouth turns up as your face breaks into a smile.

Gurashi holds a savory pull-apart bread brimming with seeds and vegetables
between their hands thoughtfully, pulling slowly on the bread until it rips in 
half, though they do not eat any. "Got to cater your weddings, which was so 
nice... and got to see Miss Duethielle, before that... she seems to be doing, O-
K..." They sniffle. "Promised to visits more. Wrote Mister Pysynnes. Writing 
Moonhart Councils is on my list." They reaffirm: "Words is hard."

Shifting in their spot, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says, "It was fun, going to
your weddings. Seeing everybody."

Xiran laughs softly, unable to hide it with her hands full.

The evening air is still and quiet, and your surroundings glitter with dappled,
luminous starlight.

You say, "I can help with words, if you'd like. But I think as long as your
feelings come through, they'll know you genuinely mean what you say, regardless 
of what words you choose."

Gurashi nods their head sagely.

Gurashi looks suddenly to you, face lighting up as they smile brightly.

In an airy, melodic voice, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says to you, "If you want
to re-reads my words once I spits them outs, would appreciates it muchly."

Smiling, you say, "Alright. That I can do."

Looking down again, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says, "Anyway - cooking is
always so fun. Mister Isser seemed a little flustered that the fae took so much 
of his stuffs." They giggle. "Ah... I forgot. Made you this, too before, because 
the knights stole so many..."

Nodding, Gurashi gives a beehive honey cake decorated with candied violets to
you.

You perk your ears up as an errant topic catches your interest.

Eyes lighting up, you exclaim, "Thank you!"

With a smile, Gurashi gives a beehive honey cake decorated with candied violets
to you.

In an airy, melodic voice, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says, "Yes, here. One for
Mister Synl too, just in case."

You giggle happily.

Gurashi's shoulders bunch as they let out a short giggle.

Looking down, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says, "Was Cheliyi's birthdays, last
months, but, we did not get to celebrates. So. Made that. It is fortuitous you 
are here."

Comprehension flashes across your face.

Gurashi flaps their wings once behind them, trapped between the bench and the
table.

Gurashi stares down at the bread they hold, still not having actually eaten any.

You say, "Ohh. Lucky me indeed."

Gurashi nods their head sagely.

Seeing the uneaten bread but instead finding other comments, you say, "I should
like to inquire how Jolanthe knows Miss Gabe sometime. It seemed like they were 
having a nice reunion."

In an airy, melodic voice, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says, "Yeah, seemed
closely. I know Miss Gabes has lived lots of places, before. Lived in 
Gaudiguchs, and I know Miss Jolanthe lived there once, too."

In an airy, melodic voice, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says, "At least... is my
guess."

You say, "Ahh. Curious. I did wonder. I think of New Celest when I hear the name
Ladyn. Although there was dear Raeri as an exception too."

Gurashi shrugs, gently pressing the two halves of bread they tore apart together
again, holding their hands in place. "She was in New Celest, first. Miss Gabe. 
Gaudiguchs, then, New Celest, then..." They gesture, rambling on quietly.

In an airy, melodic voice, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says, "So... are right!
You are right. Ladyn is New Celest's names. A name of Celest."

Gurashi hums softly to themselves.

Xiran hums. She deliberately extracts one of the layers decorated with
cheese and onion from her own plate and chews.

Lightly, you say, "Did anything happen between the wedding and Auspice Esei's
gathering for a scavenger hunt?"

Gurashi looks up, admiring a cloud as it floats on by, oddly warped by the
aetherspace of the manse bubble. At the question, they pause, turning their 
attention to you, curious. "...happen?"

You say, "Good, bad, any happenings. New friends, new inspiration for your
writings."

The gray light of morning bleeds through the branches of the Ravenwood trees.

Gurashi pauses again, slowly sitting back again on the bench. THey look down at
the bread, realizing they are no longer holding it together.
Gurashi looks slowly at you. "...bad," They repeat thoughtfully.

Gurashi purses their lips pensively, gazing off into the distance as they
carefully gather their thoughts.


Slowly, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend asks you, "...can ask you, a hypotherical
questions?"

You blink.

You say, "Question away, hypotherics or no."

Gurashi flaps their wings and frowns. "...say, you chose to do somethings. But,
some of the consequences are ... painful. Very painful. Bigly feelings that hang 
with you, even after years and years..." Their feathery ears twitch, flatten. 
"Bigly feelies that," They choose their words careful, "...make you sleep a lot, 
and... made food not taste goodly... " Their voice is strangely flat, high in 
tone, airy. "If someone had given you a choices to takes it away - the pains 
from it. The options to make it be..."

Voice soft, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend asks, "Like a fairy tales... make it so
is like the things that hurts are like a story so they stopped hurting so 
muchly...." At last they look up, eyes shiny. "Would takes that? Do thinks would 
takes it?"

Without answering, Xiran sets her unfinished loaf down on the nearby table.

Gently, you say, "No."

Gurashi's face flushes, and they look forward, staring down at their own uneaten
loaf again, ears flat atop their head. Their feathers seem completely deflated, 
making them look diminished compared to earlier.

Turning back to you, you say, "But I think the pain you might have is different
from what I had. And we are different people. To carry and to heal our wounds in 
different ways is only to be expected."

Gurashi continues to stare down at their bread loaf, finally tearing at it a
bit. They let the scrap fall to the patio.

A look of understanding crossing their features, Gurashi nods their head slowly.

You say, "I've had a lot of time, with mine. It seems yours are not yet
scarred."

Gurashi's plumage quivers. "...peoples get so sad trying to helps me fix it..."

Gurashi shakes their head, looking down again at the bread, pulling apart
another piece, letting it fall.
p table
A great many guests are expected to attend a picnic, judging from the
sheer size of this rustic table. Clearly intended for outdoor use, the
table takes the approximate shape of a tree-trunk erupting from the
ground, though its smoothed surface abandons character in favour of
practicality. One half rises high in the air; the other dips lower,
providing accommodation for diners of all shapes and sizes. Carved from
knobbly walnut wood, its natural whorls and knots left intact, the
table's rich chocolatey colour hints at the fine spreads destined to
grace its surface. Little compartments are tucked into the sides, carved
deeply into the wood and meticulously cleaned. In these, a diner might
choose to rest a cup or a glass - or secrete some portion of the feast
served before every last crumb is devoured.
A stasis field protects this piece of furniture from decaying.
It weighs about 160 pounds.
It bears the distinctive mark of Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters.
A rustic picnic table of whorled walnut wood is holding:
  Nothing.

Xiran tilts her head. At last, she filches a table napkin from one of the 
table's compartments. Kneeling on the bench, she wipes Gurashi's hands clean,
then her own.

Gurashi stares at you, gaze softening and frowning at you as their expression
fills with concern.

Quietly, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says, "...sorry. That was a not nicely
hypo..."

You say, "It sounds like they don't like seeing you sad as much as you don't
like seeing them sad. They care about you."

A gust of wind carries on it the pleasant warmth of the noon day sun and the
tranquil song of insects.

Gurashi gently pokes at their teeth with their tongue, watching the faeling
clean off their hands. "...yes."

Quietly, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says, "Beloved Aschwar was worried enough
to reach out to try to talk to Xenthos..."

You tilt your head curiously.

Gurashi wrinkles their nose. "They are a goodly friend... but - he made them...
so so so upsets...and the Shofets," They look up at you. "They gaves me, a 
choice. Something to makes my pains not hurt me so muchly. But." They look down, 
plumage trembling. "But just thinking about doing it scares me so muchly."

Xiran thinks to herself: I'm not sure why the rift is so great. But I never did
inquire as to what happened. The scar on their chest doesn't seem like something 
from before the Portal though.

Xiran clumsily tries to run a comforting hand along your wings.

Faint, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says, "I would give anything just to talks to
him again, but... he told Aschwar he won't."

As their wings are pet, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says, "And so I can look at
him, and ask all the questions I want, but."

Xiran draws her lip in.

Faint, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says, "I do not exists anymore to him. But I
still miss hims."

Slowly, you say, "I. I think you very much exist to him. But."

In an airy, melodic voice, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says to you, "But I am a
sad existence."

Tilting her head the other way, you say, "I snuck into the Lord Predator's
Realm, not so long ago."

Gurashi stares down into their lap, eyes glazing over, clearly listening.

Quietly, you say, "The Spirit Warden, he is one of His? I came across the shrine
raised to the Oathkeeper."

Gurashi nods once. "That is him. His..."

Xiran bows her head. "Mm."

Quietly, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says, "...vows mean everything, yes."

In an airy, melodic voice, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says, "To an Oathkeeper."

Gurashi lolls their head side to side, voice high and faint.

You murmur softly to yourself.

Gurashi tilts their head and listens intently to you.

You say, "I think he would acknowledge you if he could. If there was some way
for his oaths to be kept."

You say, "If there is such a way, it might require... more Wyrden thinking than
I can muster."

You say, "And you're hurting now. So someone offered a way to not hurt anymore?"

In statement instead of question, you say, "But it scares you."

Gurashi nods as they listen to you puzzle it together. "...the Most Beloved,
said could help it..." They shrug. "But... everyone else seems to thinks I..."

Gurashi shakes their head. "They do not think I should do it. Because, pains, is
... how learn, yes. Pains is just another signs of love."

Xiran bites back a wry smile.

Gurashi withers in their seat a little. "...it still hurts as muchly as when
left..."

You say, "Pain adds relevance to memories, yes. Although to have too much pain
and to dwell in memory is not good either."

You say, "Would they only take away the pain? Or what you associate it with as
well?"

In an airy, melodic voice, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend whispers, "Just the
pains..."

Gurashi rubs their hands together. "Said would be like, when thinks about it -
like listening to, a story. My story... but...will not be so..."

Xiran thinks to herself: Them rubbing hands nervously looks so kepheran to me now.

You chew on your lip thoughtfully.

Gurashi shrugs. "It will not sting so deep."

You say, "At your core, you are kepheran, yes? You have taken to different forms
but."

In an airy, melodic voice, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend whispers, "Always a
kephera, yes..."

Gurashi notices their fidgeting, pausing.

After chewing her lip some more, you say, "I have wondered. If your nature is
part of why you feel so much."

Gurashi tilts their head and listens intently to you.

Gurashi looks down towards their feet, swallowing hard. "Maybe."

Embarrassed, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says, "...Tikki said I feel
things...... so muchly, yes."

Gurashi blushes furiously.

Gurashi rubs their hands together again, seeming a little flustered. "...s
-sorry, am sorry. This hypothericals turned into..."

You shake your head.

You say, "In comparison, we on the surface world can center on ourselves and our
values. We value community, but we never had the Hivemind upon us. Your friends. 
Or. I, since I can hardly speak for your many friends... I would have initially 
worried that you would be unhappy with your choice, that you could end up in 
pain and not even know it anymore. But."

Gurashi lifts their head slowly to look at you, canting their head to the side,
ears flat.

Xiran stands up on the bench to try and meet your gaze.

You say, "Perhaps it would actually help. Because you feel so much, more than we
can imagine."

Gurashi blinks slowly, once, twice... They open, then close their mouth, staring
at you, frowning.

Their eyes misting up with tears, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says to you,
"...am sorry. Try hard, not to feel so muchly, I..."

Xiran gently reaches out, wrapping her arms around your neck to pull Gurashi
into a hug.

Gurashi puffs their cheeks, then hangs their head, lifting a hand to gently
return the embrace, mindful of your wings.

You say, "When it comes to mind and spirit, a single healing touch may not be
enough. There is nothing wrong with finding strength elsewhere."

Gurashi stares off beyond you as they hug her lightly, eyes welling up further
with tears.

Shyly, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says, "...O-K."

You say, "For some it is a talisman or a mantra or our place in something
greater. I don't think you will be less you for it."

Gurashi sniffles, lowering their gaze as they pull back, sitting up straight
again on the bench. Slowly they look down, giving themselves the look over, 
considering your words.

Gurashi sniffs the air while twitching a striped badger nose.

Gurashi seems like they are prepared to say more, then stop, glancing north.

Xiran follows your gaze, hands back at her sides.

Still looking off, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says, "My family has been
suffering lots, lately. So hope can gets my own feelies in shapes, soon..."

Xiran frowns as you seem to close off.

With gentle concern, you say, "That's very noble of you. But make sure to have
time for yourself too."

Gurashi's feathery ear twitches, and they stare off to the north expectantly.

Gurashi looks to you at this, smiling faintly. "You are right."

Reluctantly drawing her hands into her sleeves, you say, "Your family wakes?"

Quietly, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says to you, "...you are the first persons
who has..."

Xiran thinks to herself: Hrm? First person who has?

Gurashi pauses in their thought, nodding. "It has been a terrible few months for
my family, yes." They smile weakly. "Even now - can tell something troubles 
Cheliyi. Maybe, we could talk mores, soonly. Over tea? In a nicely place?" They 
look down, distracted. "I do not remember if showed you my solariums..."

Blinking, you say, "Ah. If Miss Cheliyi has need of you, I shan't keep you any
longer."

A gust of wind carries on it the pleasant warmth of the noon day sun and the
tranquil song of insects.

"Tridemon, too, yes." Gurashi stares down at their hands again, their face
momentarily twisting, looking even sadder than before until they bow their head, 
then rise. "Thank you, Miss Xiran."

Gurashi flashes the faeling a smile, opening their arms for a hug.

In an airy, melodic voice, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says to you, "Am so
sorry. Am rude. Feel rude."

Black, starry mist coalesces into Dusan, the coruscant as he gives a dark tea
cup adorned with wyrden fauna to Gurashi before disappearing again.

Xiran winces in sympathy before giving you a tight hug.

Gurashi reaches out and gently grabs you, pulling you into a tight embrace.

You smile and say, "No. I've been poking at your hurts. I've been the rude one."

You lay a hand on the forehead of Gurashi, who glows with a sparkling silver
light.

Quietly, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says to you, "Will play musics, soonly."

You smile softly.

You say, "Soon. I shall see myself out for now though."

Gurashi gives you a friendly squeeze.

Returning the hug, you say, "Blessed be, Gurashi."

Xiran flits up from the bench.