[NEXUS] HALO 165: Disturbing the Fishy Neighbors Since Forever

[Quinsar]

Okay Lellienthk, so... What do I do now?

[Lady Serpentine]

"You put your clothes back on, if you want to, then there's a small ceremony where you're formally acknowledged, and receive a holy symbol, and presumably once that's done we celebrate your joining."

[Quinsar]

I'll put my clothes back on if you want me to...
She does immediately reach for her eye patch.

[Lady Serpentine]

Lellienth shrugs.

"It's up to you."

[Quinsar]

She nods and pulls her white T-shirt that she wears under her poncho back on, she leaves her poncho hanging.

[Lady Serpentine]

Lellienth looks thoughtfully at her own clothes for a moment, and then slips on her cloak.

Reaching into a pocket of it, she withdraws another holy symbol, which looks much the same as her own, and says "I, as a cleric of Eilistraee, formally witness your acceptance by her, and acknowledge your place in the Chosen. Al'doer, ussta abbil."

With that, she tries to hand the symbol to Lisa.

[Quinsar]

Lisa takes it, grinning.

[Lady Serpentine]

Lellienth grins back, and starts to put on the rest of her clothes.

"So, how do you want to celebrate your acceptance?"

[Quinsar]

I dunno...
How is it normally celebrated?

[Lady Serpentine]

"Well, generally, how they want to celebrate it is up to them, and everyone else in the temple throws a huge party whether or not they're there."

[Quinsar]

`Then I guess we should have a party! I could invite Gyhar.

[Lady Serpentine]

"Who's Gyhar?"

[Quinsar]

He's my demon friend and animal companion...

[Lady Serpentine]

She nods.

"Alright. Do you know anyone else you want to invite?"

[Quinsar]

Not really, maybe my granny? I dunno...
Maybe just make it me you and Gyhar.

[Lady Serpentine]

"Whichever you want to do. It's your celebration, after all."

[Quinsar]

I'll go get Gyhar, you set up the celebration...?

[Lady Serpentine]

The drow nods.

"Sounds good. Do you want to do it here, or somewhere else?"

[Quinsar]

Here is fine.
She walks out!

[Lady Serpentine]

Lellienth prepares, using a few simple illusions, and making a couple of trips to the kitchen to get food and drink for the three of them.

Once she's fininshed, if Lisa isn't back yet, she'll pick up her harp (which she's had all along but I completely forgot to mention when she was taking her clothes off for the dance... ), and find a good place to sit and wait, tuning it as she does.

[Quinsar]

It's fine.
Lellienth will ome animals that are starting to look somewhat demonic...
Lisa reenters withGyhar, a twenty something man that looks absolutely human, except for having wolf ears and a wolf tail....

[Lady Serpentine]

Lellienth stops fiddling with the harp, and smiles at them.

"Hello. You must be Gyhar. It's nice to meet you."

[Quinsar]

And you are... Lellienth?
Yes, it's nice to meet you.

[Lady Serpentine]

She stands, and extends a hand to him.

"Indeed I am."

[Quinsar]

He shakes it.
So... You are a cleric?
And Lisa is now one as well?...

[Lady Serpentine]

The drowess nods.

"So far as I know, yes."

[Quinsar]

Hm.
Alright, then thank you for giving her purpose.
I have been told there is a party?

[Lady Serpentine]

"There is, or at least there will be. I was waiting until the two of you showed up to start everything..."

And with that, one of the illusions kicks in, and they should hear music begin.

[Quinsar]

Very good.
Lisa giggles and listens. She dances a bit.

[Lady Serpentine]

Lelleinth dances a bit as well, making her way to the harp just before the song ends.

When it does, she sits down and begins to play, and sing.

"[C G Am C Dm F C]
Cold the mist lies, but bold the sun rises, older than me is the dawn,
[C G Am C Dm F C]
Spring in his eyes the king of birds tries his wings on the weight of a song.
[C G Am E]
High he hangs singing, flying and bringing life, love and laughter and signs of spring.
[E E7 Am Dm E7 Am G]
I asked the bird of gold, why was I never told like day and springtime that I could grow old?

Bold the sun rises and gold the land lies, I'm old as the day and my song.
Summer replies to the sun bird's sweet cries as he summons the coming of dawn.
Bright with the day begun, shining and ever young, I see the bird of gold rise in the sun.
Time like the tree of old ripens its fruit to gold, I pluck more days than I find I can hold.

Gold the land lies but behold the grey skies, I'm told that my time is half gone.
Fall still denies what the call of the ice tells us all with its silvery song.
By the king's leafy hall high trees in living walls rise to contend with ice as it falls.
Bright leaves of red and gold fight with the cloudy cold, I watch the wheel of time as it rolls.

Behold the grey skies as cold the mist lies, I'm old and may die with the dawn.
Winter wind flies, the king of birds hides and thinks of when snows will be gone.
Nigh comes the spring and then I'll hear him singing and find me new hope in his rising again.
Life is a tale told by the bright bird of gold lighting our way through the night and the cold.

Cold the mist lies but bold the sun rises, older than me is the dawn.
Spring in his eyes, the king of birds tries his wings on the weight of my song."