These moon elves are sooo much smarter than those dummy sun elves. Their city is surrounded by forest so they have all manner of woodland creatures to stop any sea invaders. Spiders and crabs are basically the same thing, so it’s like fighting fire with fire!

Ulmiyda walked through the streets of Eclipse City, with a whole host of inane thoughts and comparisons through her mind. Cervayhn was on one of his boring missions yet again, leaving the young girl to wander the streets of the city, scimitar at her side. Based on the letters she snuck a peak at earlier some group called the Lunar whatevers were plotting against Sol City. While she may have supported their cause, their name was too lame for her to respect them. The only moon related thing she respected was Mother Moon and even then it was only because of her big sister.

The cityfolk give her a wide breadth, fearing the small girl and her oversized blade. Their actions have the unfortunate side effect of hurting the young girl's attitude, she wouldn’t care if it was the pompous sun elves of Sol City, but she felt at least a tiny bit of solidarity with the moon elves. Her expression was rather sour, until her eyes suddenly spotted a familiar wagon, one that caused her mood to completely invert itself.

She runs up to the wagon, making sure to pet the otherworldly reindeer before climbing abroad. She throws open the door with a big smile, not bothering to knock.
“CIRICE!” She yells excitedly.

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Bringing: Cervayhn Halist - Warlord Npc

SPOILER: Click to show

Quest Name: Evacuation!
Participants: Two or more
Location: One of Charon's Major Cities
Post Requirements: 6 post per person, 200 words per post
Reward: +1 Renown, +1 Mystical Archive Ticket
Description: You have found yourself caught up in one of these earthquakes, one of the biggest yet. While spending time in one of Charon's popular cities, the earth begins to shake, cracking open and throwing the city into chaos. Buildings collapse, fires spread and lava seeps from a massive fissure that has sprouted open, leaving those in the city to run for their lives. As a brave, capable member of Charon, you are needed to help evacuate the city, tend to wounded and assist civilians in getting to safety. The destruction is massive, rendering a small portion of the city destroyed and in need of repairs, but fixing things comes later, the priority now is to survive!

Startled, Cirice fumbles the cup of tea she was sipping as she read and manages to save the book from getting soaked but gets soaked herself. “Huh? Oh Ulmiyda!” she grins despite the mess, “If it isn’t my favorite little cinder!”

She stands up and sets her things down, holding her arms wide for a hug. “I didn’t expect to see you here! I was just waiting to meet Cyran. How are you my love? What adventures have you gone on? I want to hear everything! Oh but let me clean up a little first.”

She releases Ulmiyda from the hug and sucks her teeth. “Oops I got you a little wet… I’ll bring you one of my nice blouses. I just went on a shopping spree and my poor bag really is full. I’m testing the concept of ‘bottomless’ for sure.”

She steps over to the rolling ladder on a track against her bookshelves and quickly climbs up into the second story of the wagon. The sounds of rustling fabric and bedsprings can be heard from below and she pokes her head out from behind the curtain, half un-dressed and holding a couple shirts against her chest.

“What’s your favorite color, Ulma? Red? I feel like red.”

“WAHH!” Ulmiyda exclaims as she sees the results of her sudden intrusion. She runs across the room to Cirice, grabbing onto her dress in a panic. “I’m so sorry! Want me to dry it? I can dry it, I promise." In her panic, she failed to notice Cirice's gesture before running to her, causing the young girl's eyes to widen as Cirice's arms suddenly closed around her. It takes her a moment to process the unexpected embrace before she wraps her arms around her adopted sister, snuggling against her despite the wetness of spilt tea.

She thinks for a moment, trying to piece together some manner of sensible linear timeline since their last encounter. In an existence of perpetual chaos, whether it be natural or self-manufactured, it was often hard to remember which explosion happened when. Her eyes suddenly light up when she remembers her glorious achievement, her one accomplishment the more functional parts of society might actually celebrate, if they didn’t know the destructive details of course.

“I won this big race in King’s Valley! The other racers had all these fancy carriages and wagons and they tried to cheat but their sabotage blew up in their faces! It was crazy, I won the whole thing with just a donkey! And I made a new friend there as well!”

As the moon elf places her down, she notices the lingering feeling of wetness just as Cirice suggests bringing her a change of clothes. “No it’s alright, I’ll just…”
She pauses as considers the possible consequence of actions, an action that may very well be a first for her. If she did raise the temperature of the room, she might damage Cirice’s belongings, an action which would no doubt further upset her adopted sister. Luckily for her, the moon elf had already proceeded upstairs, unaware of the young girl's inner conflict. She composes herself, taking several deep breaths before Cirice’s suddenly asks her favorite color.
“Oh yeah, it’s Red, you know me well.”


As Cirice digs through her assortment of clothes, Ulmiyda glances around the room, taking in the collection of souvenirs, trinkets, and new editions to the moon elf's ever growing library, before a rogue intrusive thought suddenly crosses her mind.
"Oh, I was wondering, who is that Cyran person you mentioned? Pretty sure you said their name the last time we met as well. Are they your partner? One of those lovey ones?"

“Haha I knew it! Red is a lovely color!” Cirice says finishing getting dressed, she pulls a couple of red blouses out of her closet and starts to climb down. Her question catches her really off guard and she nearly falls off the ladder. “Partner? No no that’s my godfather!”

She laughs and finishes her descent, holding up a pair of blouses for Ulmiyda to choose from, one a deep scarlet and one a bright, flaming red. “My boyfriend’s name is Gerhart and he’s a knight and a hero! I’ll introduce you sometime I hope. But Cyran is my godfather, he runs an orphanage in Darkveil and he taught me a lot of things! My parents adopted him into our family. I hope you can meet him too one day, he’s absolutely wonderful!”

The pair of blouses float out of her hands to hang in the air as she pulls out a golden hair comb set with rubies she had found in Starlight City. She offers it to Ulmiyda with a smile¹, “I’m glad you’re here. I’d actually found something that reminded me of you last time I was back home. A cute accessory for my cute sister!”

“So what are you doing in Eclipse City? Where’s Cervayhn? Are you alone?”

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Ulmiyda's state of panicked embarrassment swiftly returns as Cirice almost falls off the ladder. It would seem that she was a source of chaos even outside of her peculiar interest; either that or Cirice was extraordinarily clumsy. Her nerves are somewhat soothed as Cirice presents two blouses, symbolizing the range of her flames. She stares intently at the dresses, before the moon elf's words pull her focus back. "What's a godfather? I have grandparents, but I rarely see them. I don't think they like me much. Also what's a boyfriend?"

The golden comb set causes her eyes to widen in surprise, not even noticing the dresses floating on their own. "Wow… they are so pretty... both the dresses and the combs. My mother always made me wear subtle, cold colors like deep blues and grays. She told me it was to match our family’s surname, but I think she just chose colors that would cause me to blend into the background, so I wouldn’t be noticed as much you know…” The young girl looks down at the wooden floor as her mood darkens. In her emotional reaction, she had failed to realize her slip up, letting a crack in her already flimsy alias show. "I don't think she likes my style."

The mention of Cervayhn draws her head upward. "Oh he's doing one of his investigation thingies looking into some rebels here. Something lunar related. I don't think it's related to you though."

Before she can elaborate further, a sudden shake rocks the carriage, causing her to fall backwards. She quickly scrambles to her feet and does her best to stop a multitude of shaken items from falling off Cirice's shelves. "That wasn't me!" She says in a panic.

“A godfather is a man that is chosen by your parents to be your dad if anything were to happen to them. Its like an extra bonus dad!” Cirice replies with zeal, happy to gush about CYran. Her expression fades into something more somber hearing about Ulma’s grandparents. “A boyfriend is someone you really like and are thinking you might one day marry. Someone that makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside and embarrassed and clumsy at the same time. If your grandparents don’t like you they obviously don’t know you very well, because you’re wonderful!”

Her mind flicks over to Cyran’s father in the memories she got from him and thinks about how awful the older elf was, maybe thats just that generation, they just suck.

“Wait your mom only let you wear boring colors? That’s ridiculous! Why would a name influence your style? If I dressed after my last name I'd have to glow all the time! You’re one of the warmest, most vibrant people I know, you deserve to dress boldly! If your mom doesn’t like that she’s got bad taste.” Matter-of-fact and sure that she wouldn’t like Ulma's family's elders very much. Its clear they’ve looked down on dear Ulma and tried to make her fit their dull, cold mold, she’s proud of her little sister for breaking out and being herself.

“Lunar Rebels? Oh yeah I’ve heard of them I think… oof.” She’s thrown off balance by the tremor and falls on her butt into the cushions. As things are shaken off her shelves she catches them with telekinesis so they don’t fall on the elves or break¹.

“What? Of course you didn’t, Ulma. Are you okay? Nothing hurt?” Just how poorly was the younger girl treated to quickly fly to her own defense in the face of something strange happening?

As the quake subsides the items set themselves back into place and Cirice stands back up. "These quakes are getting ridiculous... They're all over Charon causing all sorts of problems and damage. We should go see if anyone needs help in the city, okay?"

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