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Part of Love
Keme and Asedri go talk to Akakios shortly afterward, hoping he won't leave.
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The Matter of Hosts
Tajne, Keme and Asedri watch Toshi spar.
Word Count: 704

Initiation of Mysteries
They get to meet Eliade and zir host Shiana.
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Serenity and Tea
Tea ceremony with Critias, Xun and Tajne.
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Strength of Intentions
Keme wants to know if Nuhava has decided what to do with Graff.
Word Count: 516

Quiet Moment
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She leaned with her back against one of the outer columns. The wind blew gently through the trees- it rustled the fabric of her skirts as it passed, as well as the sheer colored fabric that hung between the columns. The wind carried with it the scent of rain, a storm was on the way at some point soon, likely just after nightfall. When she looked up the sky above the trees was already starting to turn red and orange...it seemed that time was coming quicker than she thought. Best to get the candles lit and a fire going now so there would be less to worry about later.

Her hand brushed the stone as she turned around to head inside. Each of these had been conjured by Tempest and marked so they would they would not disappear. Tajne had asked him to do it for her, so she would be able to come here when she wanted to. Though this time that would not almost always be alone- she could share this place with Tajne and Akakios. It would give them somewhere else to go together, to spend time with just the three of them. Another look back at the sky reminded her that it would be dark soon and make lighting a fire a bit more complicated.

Best to head inside, then. They had no real need to speak aloud here, not when they could talk to each other just as easily with thought.

She would be the one to get the fire started and once the flames rose a little more twigs were tossed in to feed it. Incense, maybe? At least firewood did not appear to be an issue, the little stand that held it was charmed to refill itself when it was empty. Tempest had pretty much thought of everything.

That would be nice. It would take time for the scent to really permeate the air, but it would mingle nicely with the scent of rain outside.

She went to the shelf that held the jars of incense and looked over the labels. When she had come here earlier most of them had been near impossible to read and what incense had appeared to survive the ages crumbled to dust when she touched it. Now all the jars were refilled with incense she had made back at home and freshly relabeled. She pulled the jar labeled 'Vanilla' off the shelf and undid the clip that held it closed. You will have to tell me how much. Incense sticks were one thing, this stuff was another matter entirely.

Four or five in different parts of the fire. That would make the spread a little more even, since it was simply rolled into pellets. The flames glowed blue once the incense began to burn. Once that was done she closed the jar and returned it to its proper place. Lighting the candles was simple, just a matter of getting a match lit from the fire and lighting one of the tall candles then passing the flame along to the rest. From outside it would seem to be lit by floating faerie lights, since the candles themselves were hard to see beyond the fabric walls.

"It's raining." She moved to space in between the rings of columns, brushing fabric aside to look out into the courtyard. The rain had begun to fall while they were lighting candles. It fell through the rain chain that hung just off the side, making soft chiming noises as the water passed through it. The thing had no practical use where it was, she had only put it there for for the sake of the sound. There were wind chimes as well and they added their own notes to the atmosphere.

She had come here with the intention of only staying here for a couple of hours, that had been sometime this morning. Plans had changed when she remembered they were due to leave for Outland in a few days time. This was likely the last bit of peace she would get before then. The house was mass chaos as it tended to be, that was how Tajne preferred it, and she just wanted some quiet time for herself. It would not surprise her Kios had slipped off as well to the library or some other quiet corner.

We should go out there. The thought of just running out into the rain for the sake of doing so had her other half a bit puzzled. Sure she might risk a cold, but it was fun. It was not as if was raining buckets out there either- just enough to truly be called rain. No refute came on the matter so she stepped out from the cover of the shelter to out under the sky. The rain felt warm against her skin. She turned her face upward, closing her eyes and let the rain drops kiss it.

This was not something she would have considered doing before, but it was not truly bad at all. Before long childish exuberance would have her twirling and laughing, not caring at all how soaked she got. She could always strip down and sleep on the couch by the fire to dry off. There would be no stopping until she was soaked to her skin, with her wild curls plastered around her face and dress clinging to her in an almost indecent manner. It was a shame Kios and Tajne weren't here, they might have enjoyed the view- even moreso when she undid the gown and slipped out of it just on the edge of her little home. It would take a few minutes to wring out the yards of fabric so it would not drip everywhere until it dried fully.

She draped it over one of the chairs near the fire so it could dry safely before going back to wring out her hair as well. No sense in soaking the fabric of the couch if it could be helped. After that she went back in and stretched out on the couch, draping her long hair over the end of it just in case.

See. That was fun, wasn't it?

It was. It probably would not be the last time she did it either.

She lay there well until after the sun had gone down, listening to the rain and watching the smoke curl into the air before it was blown out by the wind. There seemed to be little point in going upstairs now, even though she was dry, it was far too comfortable. So she just rolled over and ended up dozing off for the rest of the night.

March Out
Leaving for Azeroth.
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