[center][h3][colour=thistle]Mater Lei[/colour][/h3][/center]
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Lei watched the Door eject a naked man with a slight nod and a 'hm'. This one seemed half-baked. It didn't take long for him to at least conjure up some decency and a name, though, and classy decency at that.

[colour=thistle]"Mater Lei,"[/colour] she responded, extending a hand without much of the same flair. [colour=thistle]"The way out is there."[/colour] She pointed her cane and a line of grey light extended into the Keep. [colour=thistle]"Or there."[/colour] She pointed her cane straight up, and another line made a high arc over the wall. [colour=thistle]"Or there."[/colour] Another line went down into Kikoquatl's tunnels. [colour=thistle]"I like your suit."[/colour]

With Time flowing its own way and her attention now occupied by Césure, it was left to Malkut to oversee the other new arrival.

A sweep of his arm was sufficient to clear some space on the beach, raising a bed of cool sand and dismissing any nearby sprites. A few lenses were conjured to watch the vivid process of birth, peering through the shuffling lights to the nascent deity within; the very worst of the disharmonious song was suppressed, and the rest was weathered.

Rytia announced herself upon the sand, and was heard, but not greeted. Malkut extended a hand.

[colour=mistyrose]"Your outburst was beautiful,"[/colour] said the automaton. [colour=mistyrose]"Have no shame."[/colour] The plumes began to alight on him, and on the trees beyond, and in the swamp, and soon enough the Garden in the Keep was filled with song. [colour=mistyrose]"For as long as you remain in this world, your voice may call out as loudly as you please."[/colour]

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[i]'Orfai' stepped into the temperate water, the shadowy form unnoticed by all but the canniest fish. The device lay where it had fell, unseen and untouched, though a crab had taken up residence in its horn.

The gramophone itself, it seemed, was none so strange, though it was powered by a curious magic, and its motor coiled to the motion of the planets rather than any local energy; an oddity and nothing more. The record it had played may not have been.

In its grooves were written the discordant song of a past that had not been, and a future that could never be, inscribed in a meaningless code and a voiceless tune. Only the point where the stylus had touched the vinyl made sense, and that was the Now- the frozen Now of some minutes ago. No matter how much the record was turned, that moment could not be advanced. It was done.[/i]

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Lei greets Cesure and appreciates his sense of style.

Malkut greets Rytia. He's very polite.

not!Orfai finds a mysterious record with a hole in it at the bottom of the bay. Before Lei destroyed it, it seemed to be marking the passage of time in an exotic soundless 'song'.
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