Open Starter-Neverwinter Ball

Zhjaeve hangs back in a corner, observing the way the others joined in the festivities. This is her first time attending any sort of party in this world, and she can’t help but feel a little out of place. She tugs at one of the sleeves on the fancy dress she’s wearing, trying to straighten out some wrinkles. She wasn’t quite sure why she needed the change of clothes, but the Kalach-Cha had assured her that ‘dressing up’ was an important part of the event. She decides to stand here just a little longer before deciding how best to join the others.

You feel a tugging on your dress. “Ummm! Pretty Gith lady!”

Deekin is standing there and he is dressed in a pale pink toga. There is a laurel wreath around his scaly head. “deekin greets the noble hero!”

For a moment a faint smile plays across her usually impassive face. “Zerchai’s kin bow to you, Deekin,” she greets the kobold, “*Know* that I am glad to see you here.”

"Deekin got an invitation too. It be sticky because Deekin mistake it for napkin when eating cake, but Deekin can still reads it." he waes it around and grins at Zhjaeve showing his pointy teeth. "Ummm… who be Zerchai’s kin? Deekin knows these people?"

A quiet, subdued laugh escapes the githzerai’s lips. “No. They are not *known* to you. It is simply a greeting among my people.” She pauses a moment, then adds, “I would ask if you are enjoying the ball.”

"It be a little noisy. Deekin hopes he can pays music! …But Deekin not sure if peoples hears him play and sing for them." He thought on that for a minute then looked up at Zhjaeve. "Gith lady gots a date?"

She shakes her head. "*Know* that I have come to this place alone."

Open Starter-Neverwinter Ball

Zhjaeve hangs back in a corner, observing the way the others joined in the festivities. This is her first time attending any sort of party in this world, and she can’t help but feel a little out of place. She tugs at one of the sleeves on the fancy dress she’s wearing, trying to straighten out some wrinkles. She wasn’t quite sure why she needed the change of clothes, but the Kalach-Cha had assured her that ‘dressing up’ was an important part of the event. She decides to stand here just a little longer before deciding how best to join the others.

You feel a tugging on your dress. “Ummm! Pretty Gith lady!”

Deekin is standing there and he is dressed in a pale pink toga. There is a laurel wreath around his scaly head. “deekin greets the noble hero!”

For a moment a faint smile plays across her usually impassive face. “Zerchai’s kin bow to you, Deekin,” she greets the kobold, “*Know* that I am glad to see you here.”

"Deekin got an invitation too. It be sticky because Deekin mistake it for napkin when eating cake, but Deekin can still reads it." he waes it around and grins at Zhjaeve showing his pointy teeth. "Ummm… who be Zerchai’s kin? Deekin knows these people?"

A quiet, subdued laugh escapes the githzerai's lips. "No. They are not *known* to you. It is simply a greeting among my people." She pauses a moment, then adds, "I would ask if you are enjoying the ball."

"… I would  *know* exactly how…’this one’…came to be," she says slowly, narrowing her eyes.

<I assume someone had inserted a tadpole into a child.> Agengi answers petting the little ones back as she is resting in its hands. <But I do not know for certain, we had found her and she does not remember much besides escaping dangers> And others like her, but Agengi does not mention that.

A look of absolute disgust crosses her features at Agengi's explanation. "I would assume you do not support such a course of action," she says flatly, some of the old hostility from months before creeping back into her voice. You get the feeling it would be very dangerous to give the wrong answer here.

Open Starter-Neverwinter Ball

Zhjaeve hangs back in a corner, observing the way the others joined in the festivities. This is her first time attending any sort of party in this world, and she can’t help but feel a little out of place. She tugs at one of the sleeves on the fancy dress she’s wearing, trying to straighten out some wrinkles. She wasn’t quite sure why she needed the change of clothes, but the Kalach-Cha had assured her that ‘dressing up’ was an important part of the event. She decides to stand here just a little longer before deciding how best to join the others.

"Ah, how wonderful to see you join us this evening," drawled Sand from nearby. He was certain that the githzerai had already sensed his presence, but he didn’t have any need or desire to hide from her anyways. The moon elf examined her costume and gave an approving nod. "I don’t suppose you have experience in these social events?"

 She looks over at the elf and shakes her head. “These kinds of events are not *known* among my people,”  she replies quietly, “I have never attended one before.”

"Then how does this seem to you for your first?" he asked as he offered her a glass of wine he had gracefully plucked up from a passing tray. "Are you enjoying yourself or are you wishing to hide, like I suspect half the people in this room are hoping to secretly?"

"A little of both," she admits, taking the glass, "Though I am coming to *know* more of certain prime customs this evening, it is still not *known* to me how I might best join in. I am...an outsider here. It does cause some discomfort."

Open Starter-Neverwinter Ball

Zhjaeve hangs back in a corner, observing the way the others joined in the festivities. This is her first time attending any sort of party in this world, and she can’t help but feel a little out of place. She tugs at one of the sleeves on the fancy dress she’s wearing, trying to straighten out some wrinkles. She wasn’t quite sure why she needed the change of clothes, but the Kalach-Cha had assured her that ‘dressing up’ was an important part of the event. She decides to stand here just a little longer before deciding how best to join the others.

You feel a tugging on your dress. “Ummm! Pretty Gith lady!”

Deekin is standing there and he is dressed in a pale pink toga. There is a laurel wreath around his scaly head. “deekin greets the noble hero!”

For a moment a faint smile plays across her usually impassive face. "Zerchai's kin bow to you, Deekin," she greets the kobold, "*Know* that I am glad to see you here."

Open Starter-Neverwinter Ball

Zhjaeve hangs back in a corner, observing the way the others joined in the festivities. This is her first time attending any sort of party in this world, and she can’t help but feel a little out of place. She tugs at one of the sleeves on the fancy dress she’s wearing, trying to straighten out some wrinkles. She wasn’t quite sure why she needed the change of clothes, but the Kalach-Cha had assured her that ‘dressing up’ was an important part of the event. She decides to stand here just a little longer before deciding how best to join the others.

"Ah, how wonderful to see you join us this evening," drawled Sand from nearby. He was certain that the githzerai had already sensed his presence, but he didn’t have any need or desire to hide from her anyways. The moon elf examined her costume and gave an approving nod. "I don’t suppose you have experience in these social events?"

 She looks over at the elf and shakes her head. "These kinds of events are not *known* among my people,"  she replies quietly, "I have never attended one before."

She frowns. “It appears my *knowledge* of your people is incomplete. I did not *know* the *illithids* had children. I had thought their method of reproduction entirely parasitic.”

<We do not, I think…> Agengi regards Althi <As far as I know this one is an anomaly>

"... I would  *know* exactly how...'this one'...came to be," she says slowly, narrowing her eyes.

The gith tenses and her eyes narrow as she notices the small one. Her sharp gaze flickers to Agengi, practically radiating an aura of distaste. “Explain,” she says flatly.

Agengi is up on its feet by the time Zhjaeve speaks up. It puts a hand over Althi’s back just in case, <She is my child. Not biological of course, I found her> Straight to the point.

She frowns. "It appears my *knowledge* of your people is incomplete. I did not *know* the *illithids* had children. I had thought their method of reproduction entirely parasitic."

On the Road

It worked perfectly. The wyverns rose, roaring - away from the nasty cold stuff and towards the sky, searching for the challenger. Safiya watched them rise, smiling to herself. “Thank you, Sand - now, as long as we can get out of here soon, we should be all right.” Hopefully Agengi had seen enough of the wyverns…

"Let us get right on that, shall we?" Sand cast haste not a moment too soon. "The sooner we descend from these slopes, the sooner I can remember how to breathe, thank-you-very-much!" was his adenoidal cry, eager to rush away from anything frighteningly draconic.

Agengi and Zebo are running away and past the group, down the slope, with much speed, a speed not expected from the otherwise lazily floating race of braineaters. Ordel is of course content keeping pace with the mages instead, and it is in a way an insurance that the other two will not run off gods know where.

Zhjaeve runs ahead of the mages, stopping at the edge of the steep slope.  She looks down, then to Ordel and the mages, then back down again, determined not to let any of the *illithids* out of her sight for a moment. As soon as the other group gets closer to the edge, she jumps off, falling and picking up speed. Right before she hits the ground below, her descent slows dramatically and she touches down unharmed.

The gith tenses and her eyes narrow as she notices the small one. Her sharp gaze flickers to Agengi, practically radiating an aura of distaste. "Explain," she says flatly.