Sherry
Kurumi looked at the odd Goddess in front of her, a member of the divine that radiated the aura of impossible heights and cold peaks. However, just as Kurumi started to delicately sit on air, an old, brown piece of paper materialized in front of her. It held the stamp of Xanthous, and radiated the aura of the ancients. The scroll displayed its contents to Kurumi, who read the message worriedly.

Oh dear. It seemed as if she was quite late. The message soon dematerialized again, leaving Kurumi with her troubled thoughts. "I am terribly sorry, Aunt. It seems that I cannot stay for tea..." Kurumi said. "There is a ball tonight, involving those of the divine, and my father has seen it fit for me to join him. Again, I am terribly sorry, but perhaps you could join me...?" Kurumi said, creating a small portal the size of her arm. The portal led to her father's demiplane. She stuck her hand inside and withdrew a letter, this one made on much cleaner paper.

"You are invited as well." Kurumi said, the letter slowly floating over to Calena. "Now, I must go. I am Kurumi, by the way. May I know your name, Aunt...?" Kurumi asked with a bow.
Patrick
Calena plucked the letter out of the air and skimmed it. She had not yet met Amythyst, but she was not eager to join another gathering of Gaia's children, as the existence of herself and siblings was threatened at the last one.

"Pleased to meet you, Kurumi. I am Calena. And thank you for sharing the invitation, but I will be passing on attending tonight. But know that you are welcome in the Silver Highlands at any time, and do feel free to stop by for tea. That invitation extends to your father, my brother, as well. I won't keep you here, but it was wonderful to meet you today."

She folded up the letter and tucked it into her shawl. Calena found a paper cup in her satchel and poured some of the tea into it. "And feel free to take some tea for the road, it's a specialty blend I gathered from the Primeval Mists, the land of Wyrd. It will bring you some peace and tranquility. It *Should* Taste like lavender and a peaceful memory. However, do let me know if the flavor profile can be improved, as my first batches tasted like mint and embarrassment." She floated the cup over to Kurumi. "But yes, I will not keep you from the festivities. Send my regards to my siblings, and I hope you have a wonderful time!"
Sherry
"Thank you, Aunt Calena." Kurumi said with a slight smile, catching the cup with ease. She very much understood Calena's desire not to go, as she had just woke up. It was alright, as Kurumi would visit the Silver Highlands and get to know her Aunt better. However, Kurumi was still in a hurry.

"I will definitely drink this." Kurumi snapped her fingers, and reality tore as a portal materialized in front of her, leading to the demiplane of Xanthous. "I shall tell the divinities of your name. Goodbye, Aunt." Kurumi did a final bow before she walked through the portal elegantly. The portal closed behind her without much fuss, leaving Calena alone in the void. A point in space, caressed by the trunk of Gaia. 



``` End of rp ```
Patrick
Calena sat for a while at the base of Gaia, sipping her tea and trying to piece together the timeline. Hours? Months? 

... Years?

She placed a hand on the trunk of the behemoth tree and meditated. 

"Mother, how long has it been?"

Flashes of time passing, of the Unending falling. New children of Gaia being born, dying, chaos and order, realms growing and imploding. Of battles, betrayals, alliances, and time, time, *Time* Always passing. It had been years, just over a decade since Calena had disappeared in the Highlands. Yet somehow, *For some reason*, Gaia had kept her safe. 

Pulling back from the tree, Calena blinked as the vision faded. 

"What does this mean?" She whispered. But like always, the tree stood silent. 

Realizing her questions would not be answered today, Calena sighed and packed up her things. Time to head home and see what had become of her realm.