The shadows part for a moment to reveal Vevier's divine presence.
Vevier smiles at you.
Vevier says 'Hello, dearie.'
Valindra claps her stubby fingers together in delight.
Vevier has created a "Mama Vev's specialty" meatless muffin!
A tiny wisp named Hibbadibbity edges behind the little goblin witch.
Vevier gives you a "Mama Vev's specialty" meatless muffin.
Vevier smiles at a tiny wisp named Hibbadibbity.
Vevier says to a tiny wisp named Hibbadibbity 'Good to see you too, Hibbadibbity.'
Valindra inhales of a muffin deeply before stuffing it into one of the pouches at her waist.
A tiny wisp named Hibbadibbity flutters nervously.
You say 'Collector of Secrets! An honor to have you here again.'
You say 'Are you hungry?'
Valindra grabs Hibbadibbity by the neck and shoves her forward.
Vevier says 'Oh, I haven't been hungry in centuries, dearie.'
Valindra giggles merrily, her chins wobbling.
Vevier gets a news pamphlet from a Big Ol'Pack Sack.
Vevier looks at a news pamphlet.
Vevier says 'I saw you slipped me this signed copy. Excellent work, dearie.'
You say 'Did you enjoy your first edition?'
Vevier agrees absolutely.
Vevier looks at a news pamphlet.
You say 'I only made five, and they are all gone now.'
Valindra blinks her tiny, watery eyes.
Vevier says 'I'll treasure it.'
Valindra smiles as a toad might.
A small tabby cat walks in.
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A frumpy pink bonnet sits on a pile of bushy blond hair belonging to this
gnome woman. Generous brown eyes peer out at the world from behind a pair
of dirty spectacles which are precariously perched on an over-sized nose.
Her heavy armor is strapped onto her body uncomfortably, as it was
improperly fitted. Not helping the fit at all are the little bits of dough
and flour which fall occasionally with her movements from where they were
previous trapped in small openings and joints. Falling from her waist to
mid-knee is a small pink and white checkered apron.
She likes to bake.
Vevier is in excellent condition.
Vevier is using:
<used as light> (Glowing) a small hot ball of fire
<worn on head> a chef's hat
<worn on ear> (Unidentified) a pair of black rose earrings
<worn on torso> a white cotton shirt
<worn on legs> (Unidentified) a pair of bermuda shorts
<worn on feet> a pair of soft leather sandals
<worn about waist> a long white apron
<wielded two-handed> a shiny set of brass cymbals
<worn as shroud> the soul of Vanisse holding up an ear trumpet
<floating nearby> a mystical blueberry
<tattooed> (Humming) a magpie clasping a golden lavender lotus
You say 'We had our seance, you know.'
Vevier says 'What seance, dearie?'
You say 'To summon the Knight!'
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You are carrying:
a "mama Vev's specialty" meatless muffin
a delicious sandwich
a fragile crystal ball
a small tent
a satchel embroidered with the crest of Heralds (open)
You put a fragile crystal ball on a leather covered desk.
Valindra stares vaguely into the tiny flame dancing in her crystal ball.
Vevier sits down and thinks deeply.
You say 'I think the Doyenne found her.'
You say 'But she found something else too.'
You say 'It tried to cross over.'
Valindra pales a little, a fine chartreuse.
Vevier says in a suddenly deep voice 'Let it!'
Vevier blinks and dusts her hands off on her apron.
Valindra flinches, licking her lips as an unseen wind animates her hair behind her.
Vevier says in her normal voice 'I hope you stopped it, dearie.'
You say 'I . . . did. Of course.'
Valindra shoves Hibbadibbity forward once more, and rather unceremoniously.
You say to Vevier 'Here. Eat something.'
Valindra bows her head, chins wobbling.
Vevier's eyes flash red again and she snatches the wisp out of the air dexterously.
Valindra watches with great fascination.
Vevier shoves it into her small mouth with a satisfied smack of her lips.
Valindra shivers again.
You say 'That looks like fun. I can't fit her into my mouth.'
Valindra taps her lip with a stubby finger.
Vevier says 'Delicious. You're missing out.'
Vevier licks her lips, clearing them of essence.
You say 'Do you know what tried to cross over, Collector of Secrets?'
Vevier peels back her lips in a grin.
Valindra speaks again, after a long moment.
You say 'Or who?'
Vevier says 'Demon lieutenants, captains - or maybe even a prince...'
Vevier rubs her hands together in greedy anticipation.
You say 'A prince.'
Valindra shivers thrice.
You say 'A prince sounds . . . nice.'
Vevier says 'Oh, they are anything but that!'
You say 'Depends on your seat.'
Vevier blinks again and gives her head a shake. When she opens her eyes, they are the normal brown again.
Vevier says 'What depends on your seat, dearie?'
You say 'Just . . . your view.'
Valindra blinks again, and her eyes trail to the crystal ball on the desk.
You eat a "Mama Vev's specialty" meatless muffin.
Vevier says 'A poetic observation!'
You say 'I am full of them, among other things.'
Valindra rubs her bulbous tummy.
Vevier giggles.
Vevier says 'Rhyme and muffins.'
You say 'Will you come to my party?'
Vevier says 'I can't say until I know when it will be held.'
You say 'I have to collect the elegies. It's so terribly tedious when they've all been dead so long, I can barely remember them.'
Vevier says 'I rather like the poems for the dead, dearie.'
You say 'I wrote my own too but then thought better of it.'
Vevier says 'It brings a bit of humor to the solemn.'
You smile at her.
Vevier smiles at you.
You sense something divine in the shadows.
(Charmed) A tiny wisp hovers here, shedding its essence as it bobs in the air.
You say 'I wish I had another tribute for you.'
Valindra rummages around in one of the pouches at her waist.
Vevier looks in a Big Ol'Pack Sack.
Vevier gets a ratty-looking mohawk from a Big Ol'Pack Sack.
Vevier gets a ratty-looking mohawk from a Big Ol'Pack Sack.
Vevier gets curly judge hair from a Big Ol'Pack Sack.
Vevier looks at you.
Valindra claps her stubby hands together in delight at the wigs.
Vevier gives you curly judge hair.
You remove something from your head.
Your hair twists up into tight, powdered curls.
You say 'How do I look?'
Vevier looks at you.
Vevier says 'Positively judgmental, dearie.'
Valindra twirls for you, rather like a capped mushroom.
Vevier shows her approval by clapping her hands together.
Vevier sits down and thinks deeply.
You give a book of living tales to Vevier.
You say 'I made this the other day. Trying to get the hang of it.'
Vevier has created a judge's gavel!
Vevier gives you a judge's gavel.
Vevier looks at a book of living tales.
Vevier looks in a book of living tales.
Valindra moves behind her desk as she holds the gavel before her.
You hold a judge's gavel in your hand.
Vevier sits down and thinks deeply.
Valindra hammers a little dramatically on the desk.
Vevier stands up straight by her chair.
You say 'Here ye, here ye.'
Vevier says 'Your honorship!'
You say 'The honorable Valindra presiding.'
You say 'Come forth. What have you for the judge to decide today?'
Vevier sits down and thinks deeply.
Vevier says 'Which hat is better?'
Vevier removes a chef's hat from her head.
Vevier wears an oversized hat says "Feelin' Salty" on her head.
Vevier says 'Or...'
Vevier removes an oversized hat says "Feelin' Salty" from her head.
Vevier wears a pink-veiled conical headdress that says 'Princess' on it on her head.
Valindra gavels her approval for the latter.
You say 'Princess! I hereby decree it.'
Vevier takes a bow, holding the hat upright as she does.
Valindra examines the gavel idly in her hand as she regards the god.
Valindra pokes Hibbadibbity, newly digested, with a stubby finger.
You say 'She always comes back.'
Vevier smiles at a tiny wisp named Hibbadibbity.
Vevier says 'She seems very loyal, dearie.'
You say 'You two have a special relationship.'
Vevier says to a tiny wisp named Hibbadibbity 'Where did you run off to?'
A tiny wisp named Hibbadibbity flitters rather frenetically about the rafters.
Vevier says 'Oh, wisps are so playful.'
Valindra nods, her chins wobbling.
Vevier says 'Oh! My muffins!'
Vevier says 'Excuse me, dearie!'
Vevier slips into the shadows and your sense of the divine fades. The faint scent of burnt muffin lingers where she once stood.
