dreamcrystals | Best served hot, be it passion or pie.

Sender: Madhuri
To: Everyone
Subject: A sweet little Valentione surprise!

Darling dreamers, it has been a while! My Starlight spirit rests for now, but like the bud bursts into bloom, my other passion unfurls and becomes a thorn in my detractors' sides: Valentione's season is upon us, an early stretch before we have ourselves a little springtime again!

The tradition is simple: Think fondly of or spend time with your loved ones, and exchange sweet treats. I think in the wake of so many dreadful nightmares and the missing moon, I'd like to double up on my efforts. So I offer my expertise to all of you: I'd be happy to make shaped chocolates in a bevvy of flavors or bake some of your loved ones' favorite cookies for you! I would also adore the opportunity to teach you how to make such things. I can take orders here in the journals, or you can give my shoulder a tap in town and sing to me your desire.

Then think of the possibilities, of inviting someone over and you open the door to the smell of warm chocolate and sugar in the air! Perhaps they'll want a bite out of the lovely baker after having a few bites of confections~

I'd like to offer such services as a way to oh-so-subtly advertise my up and coming little bistro and bakery, The Lady of Bliss. I'd like to feed you and get to know you! I'd like to know what kinds of things you eat or what you've always wanted to try. I'll be offering said cooking lessons over the next few days, but I do have my own plans in about a week, so I'm afraid I'll have to leave you to your own devices then.

[A pause.]

Ultimately, I'd like to show that I am personally unafraid of the thing that stole the moon. Should it hand the moon back peacefully, I will serve it a piping hot pie with no questions asked. Of course, the alternative is my axe and ample indignation, should it persist in being stubborn.

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It's no trouble. [He does appreciate it, though.] Ah, so you had some progress. I'd be glad to see them.

[When he gave her it, he didn't think she could get anything from it, but any progress was good.]

Where were you planning on setting up shop?

Perfect! I'll drop them off later. Took me a few bouts of aether sickness, but it's nothing almost my entire stock of fresh ginger didn't fix. Oogh.

[She drew up a very rough map of one part of Reverein, and circled a corner building.]

This one. I thought I'd need to fight a little to get the space, but most seem to want for bigger venues. This one suits me just fine, and I'm a stone's throw from where I can get flour, milk and eggs. The markets for the meat are a bit of a hike, but I had a mind to hunt up my own stock anyway.

[He's concerned about the aether sickness, but what's done is done. If anyone should have to deal with that, it should just be him.]

My apologies. I never intended on having anyone else put themselves in any kind of trouble.

That's a good location. I think it'll be perfect for you.

Now now- None of that, sweetheart. I agreed to it, and saved you a touch of trouble in the meantime.

And I'm so glad you think so! Corners are also prime places for eye-catching signs. But speaking of eye-catching, I think I have the perfect task for you that only you could do.

[That didn't mean that he liked the idea of her having to test something that he should be doing instead. It was his idea to begin with.]

Oh? And what would that be?

I've learned quite a bit about how well your crystals can house energies. Dreamotion is almost exactly like dy aether, as we've seen.

If I could affix crystals to the interior of the Lady of Bliss and perhaps imbue them with a little dreamotion, I can ensure a relaxing and positive atmosphere. I was thinking small charms of sorts to hang in the windows, especially if they catch the light outside and truly shine in all those tremendously pretty colors...

Damn, I'm acting like a dragon again, aren't I?

[What did she just start writing, only to cross out?]

Dy? [Yeah, he's addressing it.]

Interesting. So is this confirmation that Auri derive from dragons? [He's joking.] I would be happy to help.

Miswrote. I'll explain later.

Allegedly! Folk still fight over our origin. But I confess that I will do my best to bring a fireball on any villain who tries to mar my dearest treasure...

Or the wonderful gift he gave me.

[He's not sure he buys that, but he won't push it. For now. Chuckling lightly on his end.]

I would be glad to make you as many as you want.

[Now seemed as good of time as any to bring up the other points of interest in her message. Call it bless this was ove the journal, because he was feeling pretty sheepish to even bring it up.]

So these plans of yours... Who's the lucky person you plan to see?

[As if he doesn't already know. It anything, he just wanted to hear it from her.]

[A few little dots here as she tapped her pen in playful thought.]

Please, I'm the lucky one! You might have heard of him: He's tremendously heroic, and still finds the time to be so kind and noble. Sharp as a dagger! He likes a good book, too. Falls under a spell with them, it seems like. I wish I could make a big library for him, or delve in some ruins around here bursting with forgotten scrolls or something.

I just hope he's well enough with my company, for lack of such things. Maybe I should ask him over dinner. What do you think?

[She was too kind. He was as bright as his hair, but very pleased to read her words.]

I don't think I have. He sounds like a wonderful guy. He definitely doesn't deserve you. I'm sure whoever he is, he feels very fortunate to have you in his life. He probably can't stop thinking about what a beautiful, talented woman you are. Very strong to boot.

You sound like you're utterly smitten for him. You should follow your heart and go for it. I'm sure he'd be find it impossible to refuse.

Oh ser, you flatter. Whatever would the gossipers think if they read the journals? The scandal!

[~~What would Lady Whistledown write!?~~]

But now that I know it's a sure thing, I simply must work out what to wear. But that'll be a secret~

[He doesn't care if they read it. Although he probably should. Whatever. He's happy and that's what matters.]

Keeping the suspense, huh? I suppose I should leave you to it then. I'm sure whatever you wear will knock him off his feet.

I like my punchlines oh-so-sweet. Gotta keep some cards close to the chest, you know?

But I'm off on my last-minute run for a little of this and that. The students won't learn anything if I pantomime baking in an empty kitchen. No rush on the crystals either way, okay? Whenever you can make some time, dear.

Best served hot, be it passion or pie.

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