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Not all Solstice calendar visions have to be of great portent. Some just provide cute new ships to ponder.


Dipping the quill precisely into the inkpot, Xennak Aalin focuses his attention on creating the neatest most concise notes that had ever been taken in the history of Hallifax. During a natural lull in the conversation he could not help but look up in awe, his eyes darting from the commanding figure of Chairman Silverplume to the gruff visage of Minister Windwhisper as beryl hues of excitement wash across his crystal form. Oh no, has Minister Xonothi caught him looking around? He snaps his gaze back to the parchment in front of him as a ruby blush spreads through his form. Even so, he steals another glance to take in the impressive Celestian Empress and that hunky Sentinel standing guard at the door. It's all so magical!


 It was not Maraak Pavok's best day. The new clock he was developing to sound chimes at a specific time had not yet been perfected and thus did not wake him up at the appointed hour and thus he overslept. Thinking back to his flurry of activity trying to polish his armor and clean the smudge off of his halberd, he felt he really should have spent that time going to the restroom. A cool, reassuring blue washed across his sharp, crystalline features, but inside he was a tempest of thought and emotion. Silently, he urged the Chairman to push the Ministers to a final resolution - while he chided himself for sucking down that entire pot of tea on his run to guard duty. And why did that new junior scribe keep looking at him? Was he fidgeting too much? Worst. Day. Ever.

My date with Gurashi.