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<blockquote data-quote="Nthal" data-source="post: 8001128" data-attributes="member: 6971069"><p style="text-align: center"><em><strong>The Sonalta - 5/29/2020</strong></em></p> <p style="text-align: center"><em></em></p> <p style="text-align: center"><em>Many races have cultural norms. A briaur is very particular about their horns, and the standing they have in their community; bigger being better. Githzerai are focused on the now and the reality of now, which is fine unless you mention Githyanki, which usually means now is a bloody mess. Asking a Baatorian about the Blood-war will get you an answer, and the same question to a Tanar’ri a different one. Ask both at the same time, usually creates a miniature Bood War on the spot.</em></p> <p style="text-align: center"><em></em></p> <p style="text-align: center"><em>Everyone has a touch point, and each one a sore point. And learning about both is the key to understand, and avoiding a potentially deadly mistake.</em></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>I sat at the edge of the water looking at the calm ripples running over the surface. I wasn’t thinking of anything in particular. I was enjoying the quiet moment, that didn’t involve a watch or a slow march to somewhere. The last time I felt this way…well I guess never. Quiet moments certainly; but most were tinged with watching for monsters or the din of a city or town. But not quiet, and calm and peaceful at the same time.</p><p></p><p>I was staring at the pool, when I heard footsteps of someone trying to approach me quietly. I didn’t turn, but I was concerned.</p><p></p><p><em>Goss...who is trying to sneak towards me?</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>--It’s an elf who seems…</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Seems what?</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>--Well…like a tressym who is curious but unsure.</em></p><p></p><p>“I’m not going to bite,” I said with a small smile. My fingers continued to play with the surface of the water. At the sound of my words, the steps stopped short. </p><p></p><p>“I…I…am sorry to have disturbed you Myrae,” A soft elven accented voice said not quite getting my name right. “I was told to meet…you here.”</p><p></p><p>I lifted my gaze away from the pool, and I saw an elven woman looking at me curiously. I was fairly certain she was a moon elf. Unlike most of the elves I had seen, her platinum hair was styled in a short-layered bob, held in place with a headband. Her eyes now wide at the sight of mine were, a vivid blue grey, which stood out in contrast with her pale skin. She wore an elegant dress, that shimmered as she moved, embroidered with silvery threads, and delicate knotwork. It seemed almost out of place, with the leathers and fine cloth wear that Melandrach and his attendants wore. They blended with the wood surroundings. Her dress was finer and seemed to reflect the night sky and less the earthly wonders around me.</p><p></p><p>“I suppose you are here to show me to my chambers?” I said returning my gaze to the waters.</p><p></p><p>“No…that I am not,” she said slowly. I looked up again, feeling confused.</p><p></p><p>She stood there and looked at me with a questioning gaze, and then she moved to sit down on a bench across from me that faced the pool. Her gaze never wavered, looking at as if she was trying to make up their mind about something. Finally, after a long pause she then spoke.</p><p></p><p>“I am sorry this…this is more awkward than I thought it would be,” see said apologetically. “This…is not the way this normally works.”</p><p></p><p>I was now very confused, “What works?” I asked.</p><p></p><p>She swallowed and looked down as if to find her courage in her lap before speaking again. “I was asked to be your…<em>Sonalta</em>,” she said slowly. “But these are usually arranged by the houses after many years and so I find myself having to rush to decide.”</p><p></p><p>“You’ll have to forgive me, but I am not familiar with that word,” I said still confused. I turn and faced her and waited. I watched her eyes run over me, lingering as she stared at my face. After a moment she spoke.</p><p></p><p>“A <em>sonalta</em> is very similar to what I think are called, ‘ladies in waiting’ in the common tongue,” she said simply, still watching me.</p><p></p><p>I shrugged, “I’ve heard the term, but I don’t know—”</p><p></p><p>“—They are a companion of sorts. They accompany those of a certain…standing in social affairs. They assist with whatever their <em>sonal</em> requires,” she replied, somewhat unhelpfully.</p><p></p><p>I thought a moment, “Wait,” I said wondering if I my request to the king was misunderstood. “A servant was—”</p><p></p><p>“A <em>sonalta</em> is <strong>not</strong> a servant,” the elf said crossly. “It is an honored position that…I should not have to explain this to you.” And she stood and turned to head back up the path.</p><p></p><p>“No wait!” I said, reaching for a hand to stop her from leaving. I caught it, and she stopped and turned to look at me with a flash of anger in her eyes and pulled her hand out of mine.</p><p></p><p>“How dare…you should not…you must—” she started.</p><p></p><p>I held up my hands and pleaded, “Look, I’m sorry. Please stay a moment and…hear me out.” She looked at me and slowly nodded.</p><p></p><p>I bowed my head and exhaled, and then I looked her in the eyes, “I had asked Melandrach for a…a guide to elven culture. I wasn’t looking for a servant, and I didn’t mean to imply you were one.” She looked at me dubiously.</p><p></p><p>“I am going to be here, for some time and was going to learn the language, but I wanted help learning about…<em>Tel’Quesser.”</em></p><p></p><p>“<em>Tel’QuessIr,” </em>she corrected. “That’s a…a wise thing to say. A people are more than their language.”</p><p></p><p>I nodded, “And the best way to understand it is to experience it firsthand. But you said you felt awkward, and you had to decide. Why?”</p><p></p><p>“Because, it is a…formal arrangement made by the households. Normally after a pair has been introduced and have had time to…know each other.”</p><p></p><p>“How much time?” I asked guessing it was something like a year.</p><p></p><p>“About a decade,”</p><p></p><p>Of course, it was.</p><p></p><p>“I see why you feel put on the spot,” I said realizing I was treading straight into the depths of elven propriety. “I am sorry…I didn’t mean to make—”</p><p></p><p>“You did not make it, but the request from Melandrach for me to do this was…odd.”</p><p></p><p>“How so?” I asked becoming curious.</p><p></p><p>“Rarely is it arranged between two that have never met. And, I have never heard it being done with someone, not <em>Tel’Quessir</em>.”</p><p></p><p>“I see, well. Look I don’t want you to do something you don’t want to do or aren’t comfortable doing,” I said apologetically. “So, if you want to…not do it, I won’t be angry, and I won’t complain to Melandrach.”</p><p></p><p>The woman nodded and looked down and sighed. “Your concern is thoughtful, but I will not be punished or anything…but your concern does make me curious. Let us talk a moment.”</p><p></p><p>We returned to where we started and sat down, to start again.</p><p></p><p>“I guess, I should or rather we should introduce ourselves,” the elf started. “I am Arnara, Thir…er sorry First Daughter of House Ustina.”</p><p></p><p>“You almost said ‘third,’” I responded. “I am assuming that you have lost kin in the recent fighting.”</p><p></p><p>She nodded stiffly, “Yes. And I suppose that is why I am here now,”</p><p></p><p>“I don’t understand,”</p><p></p><p>“I was to be <em>Sonalta</em> to the First Daughter of House Xillocent,” she said quietly. “I had been preparing for it for almost nine years, but now it is no longer possible; she was killed in a hobgoblin raid in Whitepetal.”</p><p></p><p>“I am sorry,” I said bowing my head. “I was there recently, and I tried to help as many as I could. What was her name?”</p><p></p><p>“Morlea,” she said quietly her eyes closing and her head bowed in memory.</p><p></p><p>As she spoke the name, the visions of her ran through my head. Her sharing a drink with me, finding her body in the trees, and her dead face sinking beneath the loam.</p><p></p><p>“I…I…knew her,” I said quietly. Arnara’s head snapped up to look at me.</p><p></p><p>“She…helped me with my armor when I was wounded and we shared a drink under the light of the stars the night she died,” I said quietly. “At sunrise, I went to see her one last time and prayed for her swift passage to Arvandor.”</p><p></p><p>Arnara nodded, “She was a <em>Sonalta</em> to Alanathia and it was almost at an end. What do you mean you prayed?”</p><p></p><p>“I’m a…priest of the Judge of the Dead, Kelemvor,” and I gestured at the symbol around my neck. “It’s my responsibility to help others avoid ends before the fullness of time and to put to rest those that have fallen before us. I’m sorry I couldn’t save her.” I bowed my head, not wanting to look Arnara in the face.</p><p></p><p>I had not thought of Morlea in sometime, and the memory of her wrenched at my heart. It was now easy to see how interconnected the elves were to each other. How one life intermingles with others, how a single loss affects so many. And I knew that was only the beginning of an experience that lasted for centuries.</p><p></p><p>I heard a motion, and I felt Arnara sit next to me. She laid her arms hesitantly around my shoulders. I could feel her nervousness as I sat there. </p><p></p><p>“You are a kind person to have done those things. And it seems that there is a purpose in our meeting. I would be willing to…be a <em>Sonalta</em> for you, if only for a short time.” </p><p></p><p>“Thank you,” I said. “I guess I should ask for your patience though. I’m not at all familiar with elven culture. So please just…let me know if I am being offensive or saying the wrong thing.”</p><p></p><p>She nodded, “I will do so. I am sure that anything you know about us will be a reasonable starting point.”</p><p></p><p>“I doubt that. I don’t know anything about elves really.”</p><p></p><p>“Surely in Waterdeep they—”</p><p></p><p>“—I’m not from Waterdeep.” I interrupted. “I spent a little time in the city, so I might sound like I’m from there, but my home is…much farther away,” I said sadly.</p><p></p><p>“Where then? Baldur’s Gate?”</p><p></p><p>“Uh…no, farther?”</p><p></p><p>“Cormyr?”</p><p></p><p>“No…I don’t even know where that is.”</p><p></p><p>“Then what place in Faerun?”</p><p></p><p>“I’m not from Faerun at all. I’m from…the City of Sigil.” I said wistfully thinking of home.</p><p></p><p>“Sigil?” She said puzzled, before her eyes opened wider. “I have read stories of that place. You have travelled the planes then?”</p><p></p><p>I nodded, “A couple; the Outlands passing through a gatetown, and the Gilded Hall in Arborea is all. It’s more than most people in Sigil, but it isn’t really a lot at all.”</p><p></p><p>“Arborea…that’s the common word for Arvandor. You have been there?” she said incredulously.</p><p></p><p>“Arborea is the name of the plane,” I corrected gently. “There it is an infinite expanse, containing many realms. Arvandor is one of them. In fact, you could see it from the Hall itself. Pennants and spires of crystal, marble and gold in the dist—”</p><p></p><p>“You’ve <em>seen</em> Arvandor?” Arnara’s tone was of disbelief.</p><p></p><p>“In a distance. We were warned not to wander into it; many of the petitioners and spirits wouldn’t take kindly to an intrusion by non-elves. Even half-elves were warned against it.” I responded to her and watched. Unlike Alanathia, she displayed more emotion and seemed easier to read. I wondered if this was because she might be younger. But now she wore a face of incredulity.</p><p></p><p>“You make a sacred place sound so…common. Reachable.”</p><p></p><p>I nodded, “It’s just a different perspective; we have on one hand a certainty on how the Multi-verse works. And yet, every place has its own story. Take the story of how the…what’s the elvish word…<em>dharrow</em> came to be.” I saw a frown come across Arnara’s face when I said the word. “Here it’s part of history called the ‘Crown Wars.’ Another world doesn’t have a specific name for it, and yet it happened. Another place, it hasn’t happened at all…or yet.” At this her face looked at me in surprise. “So, the story I know is true, but the details differ from world to world. But to you, you know the history here in a way I could not; see truths in the details I have never heard. A different facet of the same jewel.”</p><p></p><p>Arnara was silent for a moment, absorbing what I had said. Finally, she looked at me and asked, “Will you tell me the stories you have heard, share what you have seen with me?”</p><p></p><p>“Sure.” I said smiling. “Although you will probably need to help me with my elvish.”</p><p></p><p>“Other people have said that it is a difficult one to learn, as befitting the oldest language.”</p><p></p><p>“I suppose then I should challenge you on that,” I said smirking. “It isn’t the oldest, although it probably is here.”</p><p></p><p>“What would be older?”</p><p></p><p>“There are four I know of that are older; Abyssal is the youngest, followed by Infernal which itself is a corrupted form of Celestial. And that is at least as old as the one the Primordials speak.”</p><p></p><p>“How can that be?”</p><p></p><p>“Because there were angels before there were elves,” I replied. At this point an attendant arrived and she said, “Myrai, your chamber has been prepared near the gardens. I can take you there now if you are ready.”</p><p></p><p>Before I could reply, Arnara spoke, “With thanks, Caliana. Can you please inform my father that I will need my things delivered as well?”</p><p></p><p>The elf looked surprised for a moment. “Of course, I can. Are you planning to…?” she let the sentence drift off.</p><p></p><p>“I have been asked to act as her <em>Sonalta</em> by Melandrach, which I have just agreed to,” Arnara said with a smile.</p><p></p><p>“Of course. Please follow me,” Caliana replied a little surprised.</p><p></p><p>“Shall we Myr…rai?” Arnara asked.</p><p></p><p>“Now that you pronounced it right…I’m sure I’m not saying Arnara right,” I said with a smirk.</p><p></p><p>“Our ‘r’s have a slight trill,” she responded.</p><p></p><p><em>Come on Goss…you can lay around later.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>--Oh, I wouldn’t miss this; the social mistakes that you will make will be worth the wait.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Thanks. You can shut up now.</em></p><p></p><p>Gossamer stood and shook his head and wings and took off to fly above us, humming in my head. Arnara had not noticed the tressym until now and she watched him following us with a smile.</p><p></p><p>“A tressym? I know you can find them in Silverymoon…where did you find him?”</p><p></p><p>“The right application of magic,” I said. “He’s a very real familiar…and a very real pain.”</p><p></p><p><em>--You know I can hear that right?</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>I hope so.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>--That’s it. I’m attacking your feet this evening.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Spoilsport.</em></p><p></p><p>“I didn’t realize that you were a wizard as well as a priest,” she said looking at my worn armor and rapier.”</p><p></p><p>“Well…that’s a longer story. Why is Caliana getting your things by the way?”</p><p></p><p>“Oh…well traditionally <em>Sonaltas</em> live with their charges. You…you don’t mind, do you?”</p><p></p><p>“Wha…oh no, I don’t mind…I just never considered it.”</p><p></p><p>“I guess I have a lot to teach you,” Arnara said smiling.</p><p></p><p>“Same here I suppose,” I responded. “This will be a new experience I guess.”</p><p></p><p><strong>Session notes:</strong></p><p></p><p>So what is this all about? Well, there was some wealth to spend, and one of the selections I made was a Carousing with the nobles, which I rolled very well on. This is the first contact that I made with it.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Nthal, post: 8001128, member: 6971069"] [CENTER][I][B]The Sonalta - 5/29/2020[/B] Many races have cultural norms. A briaur is very particular about their horns, and the standing they have in their community; bigger being better. Githzerai are focused on the now and the reality of now, which is fine unless you mention Githyanki, which usually means now is a bloody mess. Asking a Baatorian about the Blood-war will get you an answer, and the same question to a Tanar’ri a different one. Ask both at the same time, usually creates a miniature Bood War on the spot. Everyone has a touch point, and each one a sore point. And learning about both is the key to understand, and avoiding a potentially deadly mistake.[/I][/CENTER] I sat at the edge of the water looking at the calm ripples running over the surface. I wasn’t thinking of anything in particular. I was enjoying the quiet moment, that didn’t involve a watch or a slow march to somewhere. The last time I felt this way…well I guess never. Quiet moments certainly; but most were tinged with watching for monsters or the din of a city or town. But not quiet, and calm and peaceful at the same time. I was staring at the pool, when I heard footsteps of someone trying to approach me quietly. I didn’t turn, but I was concerned. [I]Goss...who is trying to sneak towards me? --It’s an elf who seems… Seems what? --Well…like a tressym who is curious but unsure.[/I] “I’m not going to bite,” I said with a small smile. My fingers continued to play with the surface of the water. At the sound of my words, the steps stopped short. “I…I…am sorry to have disturbed you Myrae,” A soft elven accented voice said not quite getting my name right. “I was told to meet…you here.” I lifted my gaze away from the pool, and I saw an elven woman looking at me curiously. I was fairly certain she was a moon elf. Unlike most of the elves I had seen, her platinum hair was styled in a short-layered bob, held in place with a headband. Her eyes now wide at the sight of mine were, a vivid blue grey, which stood out in contrast with her pale skin. She wore an elegant dress, that shimmered as she moved, embroidered with silvery threads, and delicate knotwork. It seemed almost out of place, with the leathers and fine cloth wear that Melandrach and his attendants wore. They blended with the wood surroundings. Her dress was finer and seemed to reflect the night sky and less the earthly wonders around me. “I suppose you are here to show me to my chambers?” I said returning my gaze to the waters. “No…that I am not,” she said slowly. I looked up again, feeling confused. She stood there and looked at me with a questioning gaze, and then she moved to sit down on a bench across from me that faced the pool. Her gaze never wavered, looking at as if she was trying to make up their mind about something. Finally, after a long pause she then spoke. “I am sorry this…this is more awkward than I thought it would be,” see said apologetically. “This…is not the way this normally works.” I was now very confused, “What works?” I asked. She swallowed and looked down as if to find her courage in her lap before speaking again. “I was asked to be your…[I]Sonalta[/I],” she said slowly. “But these are usually arranged by the houses after many years and so I find myself having to rush to decide.” “You’ll have to forgive me, but I am not familiar with that word,” I said still confused. I turn and faced her and waited. I watched her eyes run over me, lingering as she stared at my face. After a moment she spoke. “A [I]sonalta[/I] is very similar to what I think are called, ‘ladies in waiting’ in the common tongue,” she said simply, still watching me. I shrugged, “I’ve heard the term, but I don’t know—” “—They are a companion of sorts. They accompany those of a certain…standing in social affairs. They assist with whatever their [I]sonal[/I] requires,” she replied, somewhat unhelpfully. I thought a moment, “Wait,” I said wondering if I my request to the king was misunderstood. “A servant was—” “A [I]sonalta[/I] is [B]not[/B] a servant,” the elf said crossly. “It is an honored position that…I should not have to explain this to you.” And she stood and turned to head back up the path. “No wait!” I said, reaching for a hand to stop her from leaving. I caught it, and she stopped and turned to look at me with a flash of anger in her eyes and pulled her hand out of mine. “How dare…you should not…you must—” she started. I held up my hands and pleaded, “Look, I’m sorry. Please stay a moment and…hear me out.” She looked at me and slowly nodded. I bowed my head and exhaled, and then I looked her in the eyes, “I had asked Melandrach for a…a guide to elven culture. I wasn’t looking for a servant, and I didn’t mean to imply you were one.” She looked at me dubiously. “I am going to be here, for some time and was going to learn the language, but I wanted help learning about…[I]Tel’Quesser.”[/I] “[I]Tel’QuessIr,” [/I]she corrected. “That’s a…a wise thing to say. A people are more than their language.” I nodded, “And the best way to understand it is to experience it firsthand. But you said you felt awkward, and you had to decide. Why?” “Because, it is a…formal arrangement made by the households. Normally after a pair has been introduced and have had time to…know each other.” “How much time?” I asked guessing it was something like a year. “About a decade,” Of course, it was. “I see why you feel put on the spot,” I said realizing I was treading straight into the depths of elven propriety. “I am sorry…I didn’t mean to make—” “You did not make it, but the request from Melandrach for me to do this was…odd.” “How so?” I asked becoming curious. “Rarely is it arranged between two that have never met. And, I have never heard it being done with someone, not [I]Tel’Quessir[/I].” “I see, well. Look I don’t want you to do something you don’t want to do or aren’t comfortable doing,” I said apologetically. “So, if you want to…not do it, I won’t be angry, and I won’t complain to Melandrach.” The woman nodded and looked down and sighed. “Your concern is thoughtful, but I will not be punished or anything…but your concern does make me curious. Let us talk a moment.” We returned to where we started and sat down, to start again. “I guess, I should or rather we should introduce ourselves,” the elf started. “I am Arnara, Thir…er sorry First Daughter of House Ustina.” “You almost said ‘third,’” I responded. “I am assuming that you have lost kin in the recent fighting.” She nodded stiffly, “Yes. And I suppose that is why I am here now,” “I don’t understand,” “I was to be [I]Sonalta[/I] to the First Daughter of House Xillocent,” she said quietly. “I had been preparing for it for almost nine years, but now it is no longer possible; she was killed in a hobgoblin raid in Whitepetal.” “I am sorry,” I said bowing my head. “I was there recently, and I tried to help as many as I could. What was her name?” “Morlea,” she said quietly her eyes closing and her head bowed in memory. As she spoke the name, the visions of her ran through my head. Her sharing a drink with me, finding her body in the trees, and her dead face sinking beneath the loam. “I…I…knew her,” I said quietly. Arnara’s head snapped up to look at me. “She…helped me with my armor when I was wounded and we shared a drink under the light of the stars the night she died,” I said quietly. “At sunrise, I went to see her one last time and prayed for her swift passage to Arvandor.” Arnara nodded, “She was a [I]Sonalta[/I] to[I] [/I]Alanathia and it was almost at an end. What do you mean you prayed?” “I’m a…priest of the Judge of the Dead, Kelemvor,” and I gestured at the symbol around my neck. “It’s my responsibility to help others avoid ends before the fullness of time and to put to rest those that have fallen before us. I’m sorry I couldn’t save her.” I bowed my head, not wanting to look Arnara in the face. I had not thought of Morlea in sometime, and the memory of her wrenched at my heart. It was now easy to see how interconnected the elves were to each other. How one life intermingles with others, how a single loss affects so many. And I knew that was only the beginning of an experience that lasted for centuries. I heard a motion, and I felt Arnara sit next to me. She laid her arms hesitantly around my shoulders. I could feel her nervousness as I sat there. “You are a kind person to have done those things. And it seems that there is a purpose in our meeting. I would be willing to…be a [I]Sonalta[/I] for you, if only for a short time.” “Thank you,” I said. “I guess I should ask for your patience though. I’m not at all familiar with elven culture. So please just…let me know if I am being offensive or saying the wrong thing.” She nodded, “I will do so. I am sure that anything you know about us will be a reasonable starting point.” “I doubt that. I don’t know anything about elves really.” “Surely in Waterdeep they—” “—I’m not from Waterdeep.” I interrupted. “I spent a little time in the city, so I might sound like I’m from there, but my home is…much farther away,” I said sadly. “Where then? Baldur’s Gate?” “Uh…no, farther?” “Cormyr?” “No…I don’t even know where that is.” “Then what place in Faerun?” “I’m not from Faerun at all. I’m from…the City of Sigil.” I said wistfully thinking of home. “Sigil?” She said puzzled, before her eyes opened wider. “I have read stories of that place. You have travelled the planes then?” I nodded, “A couple; the Outlands passing through a gatetown, and the Gilded Hall in Arborea is all. It’s more than most people in Sigil, but it isn’t really a lot at all.” “Arborea…that’s the common word for Arvandor. You have been there?” she said incredulously. “Arborea is the name of the plane,” I corrected gently. “There it is an infinite expanse, containing many realms. Arvandor is one of them. In fact, you could see it from the Hall itself. Pennants and spires of crystal, marble and gold in the dist—” “You’ve [I]seen[/I] Arvandor?” Arnara’s tone was of disbelief. “In a distance. We were warned not to wander into it; many of the petitioners and spirits wouldn’t take kindly to an intrusion by non-elves. Even half-elves were warned against it.” I responded to her and watched. Unlike Alanathia, she displayed more emotion and seemed easier to read. I wondered if this was because she might be younger. But now she wore a face of incredulity. “You make a sacred place sound so…common. Reachable.” I nodded, “It’s just a different perspective; we have on one hand a certainty on how the Multi-verse works. And yet, every place has its own story. Take the story of how the…what’s the elvish word…[I]dharrow[/I] came to be.” I saw a frown come across Arnara’s face when I said the word. “Here it’s part of history called the ‘Crown Wars.’ Another world doesn’t have a specific name for it, and yet it happened. Another place, it hasn’t happened at all…or yet.” At this her face looked at me in surprise. “So, the story I know is true, but the details differ from world to world. But to you, you know the history here in a way I could not; see truths in the details I have never heard. A different facet of the same jewel.” Arnara was silent for a moment, absorbing what I had said. Finally, she looked at me and asked, “Will you tell me the stories you have heard, share what you have seen with me?” “Sure.” I said smiling. “Although you will probably need to help me with my elvish.” “Other people have said that it is a difficult one to learn, as befitting the oldest language.” “I suppose then I should challenge you on that,” I said smirking. “It isn’t the oldest, although it probably is here.” “What would be older?” “There are four I know of that are older; Abyssal is the youngest, followed by Infernal which itself is a corrupted form of Celestial. And that is at least as old as the one the Primordials speak.” “How can that be?” “Because there were angels before there were elves,” I replied. At this point an attendant arrived and she said, “Myrai, your chamber has been prepared near the gardens. I can take you there now if you are ready.” Before I could reply, Arnara spoke, “With thanks, Caliana. Can you please inform my father that I will need my things delivered as well?” The elf looked surprised for a moment. “Of course, I can. Are you planning to…?” she let the sentence drift off. “I have been asked to act as her [I]Sonalta[/I] by Melandrach, which I have just agreed to,” Arnara said with a smile. “Of course. Please follow me,” Caliana replied a little surprised. “Shall we Myr…rai?” Arnara asked. “Now that you pronounced it right…I’m sure I’m not saying Arnara right,” I said with a smirk. “Our ‘r’s have a slight trill,” she responded. [I]Come on Goss…you can lay around later. --Oh, I wouldn’t miss this; the social mistakes that you will make will be worth the wait. Thanks. You can shut up now.[/I] Gossamer stood and shook his head and wings and took off to fly above us, humming in my head. Arnara had not noticed the tressym until now and she watched him following us with a smile. “A tressym? I know you can find them in Silverymoon…where did you find him?” “The right application of magic,” I said. “He’s a very real familiar…and a very real pain.” [I]--You know I can hear that right? I hope so. --That’s it. I’m attacking your feet this evening. Spoilsport.[/I] “I didn’t realize that you were a wizard as well as a priest,” she said looking at my worn armor and rapier.” “Well…that’s a longer story. Why is Caliana getting your things by the way?” “Oh…well traditionally [I]Sonaltas[/I] live with their charges. You…you don’t mind, do you?” “Wha…oh no, I don’t mind…I just never considered it.” “I guess I have a lot to teach you,” Arnara said smiling. “Same here I suppose,” I responded. “This will be a new experience I guess.” [B]Session notes:[/B] So what is this all about? Well, there was some wealth to spend, and one of the selections I made was a Carousing with the nobles, which I rolled very well on. This is the first contact that I made with it. [/QUOTE]
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