Sunrise through Nialla

Xiran

Nialla carefully shifts a few of her branches to reveal a nest nestled against
the trunk, two sleeping sparrows within. "They can get a little noisy in the
morning, but it makes sure I never sleep in."

Relatively short read here. Yay tree-rp!

Xiran

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You hear on the ground: Nialla Mes'ard, Midsummer Herald says, "Oh, one moment."

You blink.

In the trees above the Moonhart Mother Tree.

Nialla Mes'ard's branches are visible here.

You see exits leading north and south.

5820h, 8070m, 6740e, 100em ex-gl ground

The Moonhart Mother Tree.

A sedge of galingale is firmly planted in the forest floor. Lovely coltsfoot 

carpets the forest floor. A marjoram bush flourishes here, spreading its 

delicate scent. Sprays of chervil cover the forest floor. Singing a hauntingly 

beautiful melody, Miakoda, Maiden of the Moonhart, stands here. Towering high 

above is the Moonhart Mother Tree, stretching her enormous branches heavenwards. 

Gleaming with a silver lambency, a slender tree grows here, its bark and boughs 

displaying the faces of the dead. Rising tall overhead, a totem of silvery wood 

sits here, decorated with the offerings of the Serenwilde forest. There are 5 

armoured owls here. An illustrated canvas hangs in the air here, supported by 

silvery ribbons. Lacking any visible weapon, Adasser, Wolverine's Mask assesses 

his surroundings with glacial blue eyes. There are 5 fierce timberwolves here. 

Reaching up as high as the eye can see looms the awesome presence of a living 

totem. Watching you warily, a silver-furred vixen sniffs the air. Soft hues of 

light illuminate a small shrine situated within a tangle of delicate bluebells. 

Blending in with the foliage, a mossy chest rests here. There are 10 frost hags 

here. There are 10 centaur hunters here. There are 4 kephera nature warders here.

A striped badger is here, licking its paws. A long, narrow tent in brown and 

green has been left here. There are 2 bottles here. There are 4 braided green 

tea pesto breads here. Glowing gently with a soft blue light, a delicate 

dreamcatcher has been permanently hung here. A mature hornbeam tree stands 

proudly here. A golden scone frosted with the state seal of Hallifax rests here 

upon a mandala-patterned porcelain plate. A rounded scone dotted with dried 

cherries and chocolate chips sits here upon a porcelain plate. There are 2 lemon-

blueberry muffins here. There are 20 treble clef tea cups of tourmaline green 

here. There are 8 amphibious emerald tea cups wreathed in gold here. A sky-blue 

tea cup sits here, patterned intricately with painted clouds. A large cup 

covered in dazzling gems lies on the ground here. There are 3 porcelain tea cups 

imbued with tessellated lavender petals here. A crystalline tea cup, laced in 

twisting shapes of silver, lies neglected here. Moulded with the graceful forms 

of aerial currents, an elegant tea cup of sapphire and glass has been set 

delicately upon its saucer. Wrapped up in a delightful display of colour, a gift 

basket rests here. Covered in bone armour, watching you warily, a silver-furred 

vixen sniffs the air. There are 2 cinnamon swirl bumblebee sandwiches here. A 

platter of flowers and fruit sits here, waiting to be eaten. A pleasant floral 

fragrance draws attention to a small heart-shaped cheesecake on the floor. A 

ceremonial fire crackles here, sending orange sparks swirling upwards. Tangled 

together in clusters of fuzzy stems and stalks, a Lossel's orchanet blooms here 

with its blush-hued flowers. An elegant peahen of pearly hue stands poised, 

possessing a stubby tail of white radiance. Forestwalker Llani Myeras with a 

Crone face drifts here, vibrant blossoms surging out of the ground around her. 

She wields a reinforced door shield in her left hand and a pollen wreathed staff 

wrapped in living vines and violet blossoms in her right hand. Nialla Mes'ard, 

Midsummer Herald stands here, crowned in the blue flames of Glinshari. She 

wields a flowering garland in her left hand.

You see exits leading north, south, and through a vined stairway.

You tilt your head curiously.

Nialla raises her wooden gaze from the ground to your level.

You jump into the air and land with a bump.

Nialla Mes'ard, Midsummer Herald says, "Heya."

You say, "Hello hello!"

Llani swings gracefully up from the ground.

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In the trees above the Moonhart Mother Tree.

The variety of trees that crowd around the Moonhart Mother Tree goes beyond 

count, elms and alders, beech and cherry, hawthorn and hazel, evergreen and oak, 

all dwarfed by the magnificence and majesty of the mother tree herself. The 

grasses and shrubs that grow in the surrounding forest become scarce as they 

approach the tree, replaced by tiny wildflowers of amethyst-purple and marble-

white. The veil to the ethereal plane is particularly thin, and the laughter of 

pixies and other creatures of the fae tinkle down from the treetops and tickle 

the ears of those below. The atmosphere itself, although benign and welcoming, 

also vibrates with a palpable power, sending shivers up the skin. A ball of 

mistletoe clings to the tree branches here. An elegant peahen of pearly hue 

stands poised, possessing a stubby tail of white radiance. Nialla Mes'ard, 

Midsummer Herald stands here, crowned in the blue flames of Glinshari. She 

wields a flowering garland in her left hand. Forestwalker Llani Myeras with a 

Crone face drifts here, vibrant blossoms surging out of the ground around her. 

She wields a reinforced door shield in her left hand and a pollen wreathed staff 

wrapped in living vines and violet blossoms in her right hand.

You see exits leading north and south.

(( ! Llani plumps us up with bumblebee cookies and power. ))

Forestwalker Llani Myeras says, "Anyway, I won't keep you two!"

Llani nods her head enthusiastically.

Llani waves goodbye.

You say, "Oh, and here I thought Nialla was your verdant accomplice!"

Llani wraps her fingers around a blinking cerulean pebble, and its blue-green 

glow spreads up her arm to envelop her. A faint scent of ozone meets your nose 

as Llani disappears with the fading phosphorescence.

Xiran smiles and waves.

l nialla

She is a verdant wildewood prismatic demigoddess with antlers. Silver-tinged, 

azure hued leaves adorn the canopy of this towering tree-kin, casting the 

vaguely humanoid shaped form in a constantly shifting, shimmering light. The 

entirety of her shape is covered in a dark, whorled bark. Otherwise 

indistinguishable from any other specimen, the sentient nature of this forest 

monolith is given away by the immense, multi-hued eyes that peer out at the 

world, shimmering with crystalline depths. Just beneath these orbs rests a 

vaguely nose shaped knot, and below that the shape of a mouth can just barely be 

distinguished. A pair of long arms, indistinguishable from her trunk when they 

rest at her side, end in clawed fingers adorned with vibrant blossoms, and in 

place of feet is a complex system of thick, twisting roots. A lush fragrance 

dances about her as she stands awash in the wild, prismatic colours of a 

truefavour from Maylea, Bloom of Serenity.

She is wearing:

a decadent shortcake lapel pin

an apple tree brooch

an elegant pink rose

a satchel of turning seasons hanging from a branch

a cluster of snapdragons

a translucent crystal bindi casting dancing, prismatic hues through her canopy

the Flame of dae'Seren shining upon a high branch.

Turning her smile to you, you say, "How goes this evening, Nialla?"

Nialla Mes'ard, Midsummer Herald says, "It goes alright so far!"

l peahen

Crowned by a ring of perky alabaster feathers, the facial markings on this 

beautiful peahen give her a certain elegant air. Her eyes are pure gold in 

colour and filled with an ethereal light. The rest of her body is pearly, 

feathers covering all the way down to the bare legs and sharp talons. Fanned out 

from her form is a stubby tail of white radiance. A multitude of eye-like 

markings cover the expanse of her feathers, with gold rimming the ends of the 

feathers around a dot of solid indigo, each illuminated with a divine glow. She 

is called 'Aiteal.'

An elegant peahen crowned with a ring of perky alabaster feathers looks to be 

crushingly strong.

You say, "And welcoming birdies to your boughs? Looks like you have a pretty one 

here already."

You curtsey gracefully before an elegant peahen crowned with a ring of perky 

alabaster feathers.

An elegant peahen crowned with a ring of perky alabaster feathers makes a soft, 

plaintive chirp at you and ruffles her iridescent feathers.

Nialla Mes'ard, Midsummer Herald says, "My Aiteal, she's wonderful. I have had a 

few sparrows poking around."

beam

You beam broadly.

Laughing, you say, "Squirrels and sparrows? Are they getting along alright?"

Nialla Mes'ard, Midsummer Herald laughingly says, "So far, but I'm keeping my 

eyes on them."

Xiran sways, tilting her whole body to peek around your trunk.

You say, "Ohh, are they roosting still? Do they get noisy in your ears once dawn 

arrives?"

You cough softly.

You say, "Ears. Er."

The last vestiges of midnight shadows flee as Mother Night hides herself from 

the luminous arrival of her shining mate as he chases her across the bowl of the 

sky.

Xiran places a hand to her cheek musingly.

Nialla carefully shifts a few of her branches to reveal a nest nestled against 

the trunk, two sleeping sparrows within. "They can get a little noisy in the 

morning, but it makes sure I never sleep in."

Xiran shifts her hands over her mouth, holding back a sound of delight.

You whisper, "Oh, what darlings!"

Nialla Mes'ard, Midsummer Herald says, "They're wonderfully adorable."

Xiran tilts her head back to watch the sunlight filter through 

Nialla's silvery-blue foliage, the shadows dappled with bronze-gold.

The two sparrows shift and wake slowly, stretching out their wings with little 

chirps before suddenly taking flight, darting through Nialla's canopy as they 

sing their welcome to the sun.

Xiran's mouth slowly breaks into a wide smile.

Argent moonlight pierces the blue glow of the Flame of dae'Seren upon Nialla, 

enshrouding her momentarily in a silver mantle.

Glorious rays of morning light burst forth from Father Sun's crown as it peeks 

over the world's edge, announcing a bright and shining new dawn.

Birds fill your ears with serenades of happiness and love.

Xiran watches in wonder as the silver light from the Flame of 

dae'Seren fades and the sun briefly cloaks you in gold.

Nialla's trunk swells in size as a gust of air rushes into her mouth. Slowly, 

the air around her begins to shudder with a rumbling vibration that crescendos 

into a low, deep 'hoom.'

Xiran sways and giggles. She puffs up her cheeks before letting 

out a silent 'hoom!' though it lacks the same reverberating magnificence.

Nialla chuckles, her leaves shaking with her amusement.

Xiran pats your dark barkskin appreciatively, careful not to 

brush away emerging springtime growth.

You smile and say to Nialla, "Thank you, for letting me watch the sunrise 

through you!"

Nialla Mes'ard, Midsummer Herald smiles and says to you, "Thank you for watching 

it with me."

Grinning as she gets up, you say, "I should depart before the squirrels smell 

honeycombs on me."

A squirrel skitters through the treetops somewhere above.

Nialla Mes'ard, Midsummer Herald says, "Mmm, they do love honeycombs."

You say, "Eek!"

An elegant peahen crowned with a ring of perky alabaster feathers carefully 

preens her lustrous plumage, drawing the feathers slowly through her beak.

Laughingly, you say, "Oh dear! I shall be prepared to pacify them then, should 

we see the sunrise together again."

Nialla Mes'ard, Midsummer Herald laughingly says, "I look forward to it."

Xiran takes off, spiralling her way down Nialla's trunk to the forest floor.