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Tiziri	At some nebulous point in time, things are liminal after all, there is a whisper in the air. A messenger of sort. It has the scent of sorcery, and mentions a location, the directions are odd. Turn right at the twisted tree and look for the dead squirrel on the side of the road while the full moon lingers over the broken tower style weird. But... they make sense if followed. What is mentioned is it will be a party, a place where one can be free to admit who they are and engage in wine and food. Once the destination is reached, it seems to be a towering ivory pavillion in the middle of nowhere! The gate guarded by... Tiziris? Two Tiziris dressed in fine dancing garements and each holding a nice spear await... and let in those they recognize with a smile! Inside? A veritable paradise. Another Tiziri lounging on a chaise in the middle of a garden, haloed by moonlight, music echoing around and fruit, vegetables, and nuts all around. It seems a vision of paradise!
Bright Journey	As it turns out, there's some upsides and downsides to bringing people together with cryptic clues and Infallible Messenger spells. On the upside, Bright Journey does indeed like a good puzzle, despite her dilettante demeanor, and she's certainly well past any trepidation she might have had in years past, following such clues. The downside, of course, is she's in her armor, her bow in hand, completely prepared for mysteries, threats, and derring-do. Her party clothes are wistfully hanging in her closet, entirely untouched for the evening's excursion. So as she turns the last corner and sees a pair of Tiziri's in dancing costumes flanking an Ivory Orchid Pavilion, she takes it all in with a tiny little smile tugging at her lips, followed by a quiet little chuckle. "Figures. I should have thought of this ages ago." She chuckles again good-naturedly and steps inside.
Raullaur	Raullaur is one of those who follows the directions from the invitation, until he makes his way to the tower's entrance. A nod to the two Tiziris there, and then he walks in, ears flicking, eyes taking everything in. "A lovely place, a lovely evening this will be," he rumbles before searching out another Tiziri and giving a nod. "Thank you for the invitation." He's unarmed and unarmored, dressed in white silks. Bright gets a smile, "Hello. Good to see you again. You look dressed to kill!"
Fudou the Mountain	A party! Well you need not twist Fudou's arms to get his attention with cuch an invitation. In fact he was likely up to some form of mischief ro debauchery of his own when he received the message and, after consideration, detached, untangled or otherwise departed whatever nonsense he had gotten up to in order to take to the solving of the mystery. Mysteries must be enjoyed when they arrive and are unique experiences after all. When he ultimately arrives it's in the form of a large bird of prey that had been circling the area for some time and also observing the arrival of the others from a perch along the forest paths being tkaen by the others who had been invited. Thus he's not surprised, given who they are, that it is Tiziri who is ultimately the culprit behind the invite. When he shifts back to his human form, the charms to hide his tattoos, hdie his tell and disguise his anima ar dismissed and the ground rumbles under his bared fet as he treads in. Having come from wherever he was, he's likewise dressed somewhat down. Basically wearing only a massive blue and gold silken robe about his torso like some sort of theater curtain and whatever could be considered to pass for modesty for him. He might have very well been about to jump into a bath for the looks of him. "Weeelll!!" he rumbles, "What have we here!" His towering body looms up like a mountain behind Bright and Raullaur. "Now what's all this for? Is it my birthday again already?"
Silk Moon Lotus	Silk decides that she can just sneak her way to the location andfollows Tiziri's instructions to the pavilion. Upon spotting Tiziri, she comes out of the shadows and smiles. She them strolls in after everyone else. She's dressed in a leather corset and leather pants. She's wearing black leather boots to match. Silk smiles to her friends upon entering. "Well met all! This looks like a fine party!"
Tiziri	he 'guard' Tizis are quite welcoming to those they know! Smiling, welcoming, everything. One even grins and says. "Oh, it will be. And perfectly safe, we're here to make sure of it. Enjoy the evening! The guest list is exclusive!" For any who aren's dressed? There's good news! There are private rooms, and ivory white togas to change into! Hey, it's something. But apparently all was thought of here. Indeed, another Tiziri is busy tending a rotisserie of a rather large amount of beef in local sauces and spices! (That's not part of the spell, but apparently arranged all the same). More importantly? There is a literal fountain that is full of wine, with cups nearby! Lounging Tizi seems quite smugly happy, also maybe a bit drunk, she definitely has a jug of wine she is sipping at. "Welcome everyone! Please, relax and make yourselve's at home, I hope it shall be an evening to remember. Better than any of the palaces and inns in town for real."
Bright Journey	Ironically, Bright's usual outfit under her armor is not that terribly far from a toga already, aside from being a bit more form fitting. That said, she wastes no time dismissing her bow and armor with a warm smile. "Well, well, my dear! I -do- rather like what you've done with the place. A pity I never quite figured out how to get my own Ivory Orchid Pavilion to...well, remember what I had done with the place. Still, quite lovely! It's interesting to see how different--and how similar--they are with a different sorcerer's creative input." Bright doesn't hesitate to snag a goblet, dip herself a generous cup of wine, and turn to Fudou, Raullaur and Silk. "And an excellent night to all of you! Honestly, with everything that's been going on lately, it -is- kind of nice to let our hair down and relax, without a care for who might know who--and what--we are. Raullaur, you know I'm always dressed to kill, one way or another! Do save some of the roast beast for me. I shall be but a moment!" And with that, Bright leaves to go slip into something more comfortable. She takes the wine glass with her, though!
Silk Moon Lotus	Silk slips into one of the changing rooms and quickly dons the toga. She steps out and does a quick twirl. "Well, this is very comfortable. I think I'm going to keep this. Is that cool?" Silk moves over and grabs a goblet and fills it. She takes a quick drink and nods her head. "Tasty." She smiles at Tiziri. "Any reason we are doing this or just a party?" She waves to Fudou and smiles for Raul.
Raullaur	Raul smiles, tail flicking idly behind him. "Any particular reason, or just to have fun? In any event, I do mean to enjoy!" Raul then looks back at the truly massive Mountain. "Good to make it! Do you think they'd mind a fistfight later on once we're all nice and drunk?" He takes a goblet of his own and sips at the wine. "Strong and potent. I believe I shall blame the wine for every bad decision tonight." Silk gets a wave as well
Fudou the Mountain	"A fist fight with who? With me? Raullaur are you suggesting misbehaving? What would your men say!" chides Fudou with a bemused and clearly teasing tone, "Worry not! If you end up naked and hanging upside down from the top of the tower I promise to only tell the story in half truths and exaggerations so it doesn't get back to your people." He gives a sharkish grin as he reaches into the depths of his long robe and...somehow produces a bottle of wine. Given its size ...he probably did have some sort of deep pockets in there and it looks like he came prepared. "A gift.." he rumbles, picking....the lounging Tiziri as the one that seems to be 'the' Tiziri. Or perhaps not. Who can say. "A gift." he says, "For our hostess."
Tiziri	Tiziri's pavilion has a real interesting element to it, as far as the architecture is concerned. There are a lot of influences! The main one seems to be from somewhere near the Dreaming Sea, with some very heavy influences from Southern Nomads as well. Yet despite those, there's two other obvious ones, both very different indeed. An oddly alien design almost like the first age, and finally some from the local area. Tiziri grins to Bright first, "I know, right? I've seen two more, neither are anything like this aside the color and the comfort. My foods here are so much more my favorite fruits, nuts, and vegetables. Yet others were different." She grins. A glance to Silk and she nods, "I don't mind at all, though warn it might disappear afterwards, I've never tried to keep the clothes here!" And then to Raul. "Fun, for real. We all deserve it. We're all needing a chance to safely do this. A Wyld Hunt will not see us here, we can be ourselves. In places like Mahalanka that's easy. Here? Complicated." "Please don't fight, too much at least. Nothing to damage things. I don't want to deal with the mess." She adds. Then she takes the gift, "Thank you." She accepts it with both hands in an oddly alien way, that seems very natural to her all the same. "That is most kind."
Bright Journey	A short time later (rather short, in fact; togas don't take much time to don!) Bright Journey emerges, wearing a toga and carrying an empty wine glass. It's short and cute on her (rather short, in fact; togas plus long legs are like chocolate and peanut butter!) and, just like Silk, Bright does a full spin to show off. It's not quite as coordinated as Silk's, but then, Bright isn't a martial artist or athlete, or nearly as svelte. "Well! Isn't this lovely? I haven't the slightest notion whether leaving here will leave me naked as a Cult of Serenity bath attendant, but it's my sincere and undying hope I will be too drunk to avoid finding out. Would that I'd dragged Wandering Tree along, but I think I terrify him now." With a graceful motion, Bright dips her goblet in wine again and takes another healthy swig before pointing the stem genrally in Tiziri's direction and grinning. "I fully admit I haven't made good use of my own Ivory Orchid Pavilion yet, but I do know it and it's...kind of enlightening, actually, seeing the differences with mine from yours and Rishi's. I grew up deep in the countryside, for the most part, and my own Pavilion is a good bit more...rustic, I suppose, than the mansion Silk and I live in. Honestly, I'd thought I had left that part of me behind, but perhaps the 'well appointed hunting lodge' aesthetic is nearer to my heart than I'd thought. I shall have to see if it'll make togas, though!"
Silk Moon Lotus	Silk smiles at Tiziri and starts dancing around the room. She stops at the food table and gathers up a plate of treats and keeps dancing while snacking. "This is fantastic. I can dance to the music so much more freely than normal." She does a cartwheel without dropping any food or spilling any of her drink. "Can you even get drunk at this point?"
Raullaur	"It isn't polite to break someone else's things. Don't worry, Raullaur says. "As for fun, will it be drinking contests? Something else like riddles? Dancing?" He looks at Silk and journey, "I bet one of them would take the Dancing crown, and not sure who'd take the riddles. But what would be most fun for you?"
Tiziri	"A painting of the canvas of our psyches. That is the poetic way the Book stated it when I first learned of the spell." Tiziri explains. "I knew then it was the thing I wanted to know more than any other." She grins feraly, "Don't get me wrong. There is a very real wonder to sitting around the fire with your traveling companions. And times it is far more wonderful than this." A pause and then she goes on, "Yet others, especially as the weather grows sour, where this is something far more useful." Tiziri has an even weirder smile on her face, "If you cannot? Well, do you think a spell like this, made by those who could reach levels of puissance in excess of us right now would wish to avoid it?" She lets the question linger. the music, meanwhile? It's spectacular. The musicians out of sight, but obviously inhumanly talented. Tiziri does look to Raullaur and grins widely. "Honestly, I kind of hope Fudou would win a dancing contest, as much because of how wonderfully surprising it would be as anything else." She even sounds impish in how barely on the edge of impish she sounds.
Fudou the Mountain	The Mountain finds himself studying Tiziri for ....longer then usual. His eyes linger on her curiously and thoughtfully before he finally speaks again, heavy bass voice rumbling out to explain the drink: "Thsi is a drink of my homeland. I'd been trying to get my hands on a cache of it for sometimes and it finally arrived so I wanted you to have a bottle. You will all find it is quite sweet and honeyed, I think. It's called Mulsum. Quite delicious, I think." He gives Tiziri another shark like big grin, ear to ear, at her concern about a fight, "Worry not. Raullaur teases. Besides. If we were to fight in front of you...it would be for your entertainment, no? No mess required." At this point, Bright and Silk have both returned and he doesn't bother to hide his appreciative study of their dress and movements before turning his attention to Bright, focusing on her words. "Rishi? So you've been to hers as well? She has it...in Hoarfrost's forest. It is...almost like a glittering palace of ice. So then..these are the same works of sorcery just manifested three different ways..." He runs his fingers along his bearded jaw in thought and then shrugs abit finally. "How fascinating!" There is a pause and he blinks and repeats, "..Dancing...contest? Mm..."
Bright Journey	"Well, then," Bright replies to Fudou. "I should like to have a taste of your 'Mulsum' before my tongue grows quite desensitized. It looks like there's enough to go around." She smiles and sits down gracefully, idly swirling her goblet. She looks at Tiziri and nods. "Mmm, yes, I have, though I can't seem to recall the exact circumstances, to be honest. It's been a while, either way, and I'm certain Rishi learned the spell before I did. Mine was fairly recent." She crosses her legs, has another long sip of wine, and looks at Raullaur and Fudou. "You know, the terrible irony is how much the tournament crowd wants to see the two of you trade blows. And I do, too! Pity showing off is such a concern out there, where here the whole -point- is we don't have to hide. No need to go at it on my account, though, or do it in here where things are liable to break." She chuckles. "Me, I'm just terribly courious how much wine it takes you two to actually get drunk."
Silk Moon Lotus	Silk stops dancing and starts to snack on her plate of treats. "A dancing contest you say? How very interesting. I'm totally up for doing this." The intensity from Silk is almost too much. She smiles. Silk looks between Bright and Fudou and Raul. "I would be interested in seeing that. Sweaty men fighting, sign me up!"
Tiziri	Tiziri, at least the one that seems to be then 'real' Tiziri, hopefully some hint to it by the weird crystaline blossom she wears in her hair now. Compared to single petals the others have. She is wearing an outfit that is definitely from the Dreaming Sea region, particularly near Prasad. A short sleeved, tight fitting crop top style blouse, an angle length skirt, and a gossamer style headscarf held on by a pin of that selfsame blossom. She has a real confidence about her tonight. Tiziri snickers a little bit at the comment about the fighting. "That totally works. Dancing too. I'm ok with either. As long as everyone is having fun. The music, I hope, is good." She adds, then she starts to lean back and eats some grapes before she takes another big swig of her wine. Then she look again over the rest of the party, "Anything someone is looking for?"
Fudou the Mountain	"My stamina can be.....hrmm...boundless...." rumbles Fudou with a slow growing almost cheshire like grin, "..As is my capacity to resist falling prey to drink and drugs, luvs. It makes for...a challenge in terms of getting a good feeling but it also means when it comes to many forms of physical contests....I am usually the end game.." The giant shrugs, rolling his massive shoulders and hen brings the bottle of his drink towards Bright Journey to pour some of Volivat's favored wine into her goblet. He gives her a big grin and then turns towards Silk with an almost chesire cat like smile, His mammoth pectorals do a series of leaping flexes and bounces, lurching up relaxing down in rapdi independant movements like massive landslides competing under the massive patch of hair that is his Tell. "I would absolutely be alright with getting sweaty for your enjoyment, entertainment and potenial overwhelming dizziness from your reactions." he says jovially. As Raullaur leaves to wander for a moment, however, he grows more thoughtful and says towards the others, " But I have to say that I have given this idea of Raullaur and I being matched up in the arena some more thought and I don't know how fair it will be. Because I can pretend to be an Exigent, I'm not hindered about displaying my particular...light show..should I push myself but I'd like to not see Raullaur forced to confirm what he is and put him at unnecssary risk. So..I am consindering if I should refuse the fight though I don't want to..."
Rishi	There is a shadow that flits over the area, once, twice, three times, before the flapping of wings as Rishi touches down, her chest bouncing slightly. She's grinning and quickly pulls both of the guard Tiziri's into a hug. "This is being most of the amazing! I am quite liking the styling of your Pavilion! Good job! May I be going in to be seeing the inside and joining the party? I got the new dress!" Said dress is a silver toned backless, split skirt with a plunging neckline that somehow manages to make Rishi look *more* naked than if she was nude. "Who all is being here?" she asks innocently.
Silk Moon Lotus	Silk smiles to her friends. "Hmm, that does sound like an unfair fight. Perhaps we should have you both go out into the wilds and just throw down. Bright and I can come and judge." Silk looks up at Rishi as she enters. "Always nice to see you Rishi. Looking lovely as every."
Bright Journey	"Oh, heavens," Bright replies with a grin as she gratefully accepts a cup of Mulsum. "Well, why thank you, Fudou! This is lovely. And you needn't be worried, there's no need to fight if you don't both want to. I admit, I know Silk will wallop me in dance, but I tthink we'll have fun anyway. Not sure I'll ever figure out how she does that without spilling a drop of wine..." Her voice trails off as she takes a long, thoughtful sip. "Mmm. I could get used to this. Alas, I have no unique drinks to offer...well, no good ones, anyway." She laughs. It's at this point that Rishi arrives, and Bright, still seated gracefully (though perhaps a mite tipsy) raises her goblet in a smiling salute. "Aha! Don't look now, but it's the variable vixen! Actually, I'm surprised you weren't here when I got here, Rishi. How are you?"
Tiziri	The hostess continues to pose on her divan like some sort of queen, maybe she doesn't have the beauty of many of her guests, but she does have a presence about her all the same. A confidence, not a real worry. Meanwhile the ones that greet Rishi seem happy to say "Please, come in." One begins, the other gestures too. "It's quite a good time, enjoy!" Then they step to the side and meanwhile, real (?) Tiziri is grinning and looking, "And another arrives." Then back to the others she watches that show from Fudou, and more the talk she finally says. "How about we just see who enjoys themselves most? No matter the way. If it is getting sweaty? Great. Watching? Wonderful. Dancing? Excellent? Conversation? Amazing. Getting drunk on liquor my magics have made? Have fun!" She punctuates with a long swig of her wine.
Fudou the Mountain	"Riiiishii8ii.." Fudou's deep voice drawls out her name as the huge man takes claim of a couch and leans his vast body back into the huge pillows. Though he wears no toga his rich looking silken robes, with nothing on beneath save his red and gold trunks and pieces of jewelry around his mammoth neck and wrists pretty much imply he's about as dressed down as he can get without completely and utterly dressing the way down. Not that he wears much to begin with and his gargantuan physique is practically an 'outfit' unto itself. "Hello there." her umbles before addressing the others, "I mean for the arena. The fight they expect of us. Because I can disguise my nature...." he gestures to Rishi, "Thanks to her inspiration for me to learn how to do so.... I have no fear of holding back because they can't tell what I am. Even now i hide the features of my war form from you all and just appear 'huge'..." He grins agian and then shrugs, "So..I'm not sure how Raullaur an I -can- fight in these....finals.. unless I hold back." As Tiziri speaks he just shrugs and grins lightly while spreading his huge arms wide, "Competition is fun! But I am able to simply talk."
Rishi	Rishi bounces in, waving to everyone, her new dress enhancing her already stunning appearance to the point she almost seems to be sparkling. She twirls, showing off her dress, as she takes in the building, then she nods. "Yes, you have done most well with this place! I am doing the liking of it quite of the well!" Her smile gets wider, as she goes around giving hugs to everyone here. "Hello Silk and Bright!" She gives Fudou's arm an especially close hug. "Fudou!" "Did you say there was to be the dancing contest? Shall I be trying to show off the one from my homeland? I think I have done the improving of it somewhat, since it is being most rare for the dancers of Ysyr to be having both the many joints and the more of the arms."
Bright Journey	Bright nods soberly for a moment, considering Fudou's words as she drains the last of her cup of wine. "Well, my dear, for what it's worth, I'm glad you two are thinking about that and not just going for it, as much as I think your fight would be one for the ages! Loathe as I am to admit it, you're right. There's a lot of reasons to not get caught up in the moment, much as I'd love to see it. Out here, with no one but us watching, would be a far more fair fight." She smiles vaguely. "Mayhap not -today-, though. Not when we've wine and song and I'd just as soon see us all happy. The whole idea of not having to -lie- is intensely appealing, I can't deny. Bright smiles and stands up, stretching with her fingers interlaced over her head. "Nnnnngh. I could try to dance. Mind you, I'm nowhere near as good as some of you. But I'd be willing to give it a try!"
Tiziri	Exalted or not, there are some things that remain deep down in one depending on their roots. Tiziri actually lets out a little shiver at hearing the name Ysyr. Her gaze looking over a moment. Though it is only a moment, still, some might notice. She keeps grinning and says "Maybe we just need a poetry contest?" A pause, before a giggle follows, and a drink of her wine. "Or really, I do mean just have fun however you need, so long as others are not harmed. That's the goal, so we can all enjoy ourselves as if we were the Kings and Queens we know we are." Probably why she continues to lounge happily.
Fudou the Mountain	"H'lo there." rumbles Fudou to RIshi, allowing the hug and looking at her and....well it -is- clothing though if it qualifies as a 'dress' might depend on ones definition of one. There's no point in trying to ignore it or her in it though so he doesn't and for a moment seems clearly distracted such that he doesn't even hear Bright at first. 5rhe then seems to blink back to the here and now and sits up slightly, resting an elbow on his knees as he considers her words. "Mm.... Perhaps I've become -too- responsible." he considers, ".... If Raullaur choses to fight then..well..that is his decision. Perhaps I put too much thought into it and not enough into winning. As to a -real- fight? Well...that would depend how one defines 'real' I suppose..." He rests back onto the pillows and looks them all over as they speak of dancing and then barks out a loud laugh. "It's been too long since I even thought about any of the dances of Volivat. It may be best if I decline a 'dance off'. I'm not sure I'd know where to begin." He gives a slight glance towards Tiziri, eyeing her for a second before looking away and then gesturing absently with a huge hand, "Do not worry yourself so much on it, luv. We -are- enjoying ourselves. This was a great thing you've done. Now -you- relax."
Rishi	Rishi notices Tizirit start, but grins at her. "Sorry, I am not being the good enough at the Speaking of the River to be doing the riddle contest, no matter how much Pearly is doing the saying that I am being "the cunning linguist." So, if Bright is not doing the minding, I shall be doing the going of the first at the dancing." Rishi stands very still, eyes closed, as a slow shiver runs across her lithe and muscular body, joints and bones bending in impossible ways. Then, she starts with slow and deliberate steps, moving in a circle, her didigrade cat paws stepping lightly, in time with the slow beat. Her arms trace out languid patterns, in a hypnotic fashion. Her taut stomach moving in time with her hips and the beat. As the tempo increases, her arms trace ever more complex patterns, faster and faster. Soon, it looks like she has four of them...and, when she pauses for a moment, holding a pose that would be impossible for anyone with bones, she does, in fact, have four arms. Her dance resumes after a moment as Rishi glides bonelessly and effortlessly through a series of ever more complicated and increasingly fast motions. When it almost seems impossible to follow, the beat cuts and she finally drops into a relaxed pose. She's breathing a little heavily, but seems not to notice the exertion much otherwise. "So, how was it being?"
Tiziri	"It is nothing, just being from close enough to Ysyr to have heard the stories." Tiziri says, then she grins widely. "Not that I should worry about them anymore. I mean, probably stupid to go there alone, but I doubt they would be much threat to me anymore, if their raids approached." She shrugs, seemingly relaxed already. "I fear they would encounter something they were unprepared for, just like those of Prasad. Or even the Giants of Dis." All that said as she watches the dance, appreciatively, definitely noticing the art of the matter!
Fudou the Mountain	"As said.....I am from Volivat and a Yennin at that. I -well- know of Ysyr and Prasad and more besides. You are correct. You've nothing to fear now. Of those still there in that land though..." He quiets in thought while rubbing his jaw and then adds, "It is more then just stories..yes..." Fudou's deep voice rumbles almost languidly as he talks and watches Rishi's dance with fascination as well as confusion. "Well then..." he concludes when all is said and done, clearly won over and full of appreciation for the dance. "Truly a display only you could do, Rishi." he determines. "Beautiful."
Bright Journey	Now, Bright Journey isn't three sheets to the wind--yet--but she's definitely had some booze already tonight as she leans back a bit. She watches Rishi's dance respectfully, but then starts loudly clapping as Rishi's expert dance draws to a close. "Well, well! I had no idea you were so good at this!" She continues clapping for a few moments, or until everyone's clapping and/or cheering die down, whichever makes the most sense. After a few moments, though, she quickly tosses her head in a wide circle, flipping her long, straight pink hair behind her in a light pastel streamer of color. "I can see that I've got quite a task ahead of me. Now, mind you, I don't know any...well, -formal- dances. But I'm sure I can come up with something. Judge me kindly!" Bright laughs, all smiles, as she rises to her feet with smooth grace. She does a quick step and pirouette just getting into place, but once on "stage", so to speak, she stands still and loose, arms at her sides, the toga she's wearing swirling with her movement as she stands, meshing her natural dexterous intuition, her analytical focus on the music, and her shining joy into a single, heartfelt expression of motion. At first, Bright's movements are slow and refined, the very picture of the genteel, refined young lady she loves to present to the world. The first minute or so is a facsimile of courtly dancing, precise and controlled even as she improvises movements for one rather than two. By the second minute, though, as a light sheen of sweat starts to break on her pale brow, Bright's dancing becomes more free-flowing and energetic. Always moving, always dodging, always graceful and flowing, but the regimented dance is gone. It's replaced by a wide, heartfelt smile, faster and freer movement, the simple joy underneath the high society veneer now impossible to hide. Her dance lasts a few moments more before finishing with an elegant, powerful flourish, one hand on her hip, the other over her head in an invocation of artistry.
Rishi	"Oh! Yes...I am being most apologetic for the land of my home." Rishi sighs. "It is not being the kind to the others or to itself." She headtilts, considering. "Maybe I should be doing the visiting and trying to be doing the teaching of them to be doing much the better." "Oh! Tiziri, if you are wishing, I can be doing the giving you of the notes from the Working I was using to be making my Pavilion into the permanent place. You'll be wanting to be finding the good and the secret location to be doing the placing of it though." Rishi's eye twitches slightly as she watches Bright dancing. When she finishes, Rishi waits a few beats, then pulls Bright into a hug. "That was being most amazing! ....But....how! I-I am doing the practicing, I am refining my body to the perfection, I am doing the studying...and still I am not being quite the able to ever being reaching you or the Pearly!" She pouts a bit. "You are being most amazing at the dancing!" she headtilts, then gets an impish smile. "Maybe we should be doing the dancing together?"
Fudou the Mountain	"Oh Rishi.." Fudou rumbles after having been stone silent having watched... -that-... But he's grinning ear to ear. "Rishi, Rishi, Rishi. The Exalted do not ask 'how'. They simply 'do'. WEll done, Bright Journey!" He slowly looms up to his feet and then gives a two fingered salute to them. "I will go find Raullaur and 'discuss' matters..and then...more drinking!"
Tiziri	To put it mildly, Tiziri was inpressed by Rishi's dance. "I'd be interested in the notes," Tiziri admits. "Though I like the freedom of it where I want at the moment. For me it is as much a wonderful tool for a traveller. Something I can set up anywhere and know I will be comfortable. I imagine an oncoming sandstorm or blizzard, and setting this up, and me and any with me safe in comfort from it!" She grins. Yet now? There's another dance and Tiziri is practically unblinking. Then she looks over to Fudou and nods. "Exactly, when we are ready... we make it happen. We have our plans, and... it happens."