<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7e/Goldenmorningradiance.jpg)<br/><em>Golden Morning Radiance</em></td><td><strong>Name:</strong> Golden Morning Radiance<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Sensate Sensoriums, Civic Festhall, Sigil<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Mid-morning<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Harmony, Open<br/><br/>The clueless one reacted shyly to having the necklace re-fastened around her throat. The silk of her veil pulled back by Harmony's reaching fingers, and a long strand of black hair spilled out. One disorder led to another. With eyes downcast, she went quickly to her knees, her cloth shoes making not a sound. "My life, it seems, has been short and uneventful," she lamented. "I lived as a fruit harvester, never wed nor traveled. I did the same things every day, until such time as I was called before the Judge of the Dead."<br/><br/>"There my deeds were read aloud, and my fate is to go to a terrible place, a house of dust, where everything is the same forever. But, Your Holiness, I am <em>not </em>that boring person. Those deeds were done by a woman who had no choice. I am certain of this." She prostrated herself at the modron's feet, and her stray lock of hair tickled across exposed toes. "If only I could experience more, the Judge of the Dead could see my deeds in a new light. I need to try new things. I need to do something <em>wild." </em>A tentative smile was forming as she rose again to her knees to see how Harmony reacted. "I- I have heard that you give new experiences here. I beg you, help me to prove the truth I know is in my heart."<br/><br/>The woman was both taut and trembling, infused with a feeling of liberation that was yet fragile and stacked on Harmony's whim. She was still glancing up the hall, around the curve of the modron's naked hip, and afraid for what pursuit was still to come. "I don't have much time," she admitted. "They will come for me, and I will be powerless to resist when they do. Please."</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e8/Cuathadananin.jpg)<em>Cuatha Da'nanin</em><br/>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/FaithfulServantLi.jpg)<br/><em>Faithful Servant Li </em></td><td><strong>Name:</strong> Cuatha Da'nanin, Faithful Servant Li<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Reception Hall, Civic Festhall, Sigil<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Mid-morning<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Peregrine, Open<br/><br/>"Perrin," Cuatha remembered easily, though she did not stop, even with the red-faced proxy unable to close the gap between them. The mellow half-elf did not get <em>bored </em>so much as she got <em>fascinated- </em>fascinated with people and their stories, and with the goings on in all corners of the Festhall grounds, popping up in any unexpected place and at any hour like the Sensates' own personal Lady of Pain. "We must speak while we move. This man has lost a diminutive and dark-haired petitioner. We must ensure she does not reach the center of the Festhall," she said without elaborating nor brooking request for elaboration.<br/><br/>The effortlessly athletic half-elf spared a glance backward to catch a hint of the pursuer Peregrine had mentioned. "I think it is not following <em>me, </em>calculating one. I am an easy woman to find, most hours of the day. Nor, I think, is it following <em>you, </em> Perrin, since your location is readily volunteered by those around you. Faithful Servant Li, I believe this one may be pursuing <em>you." </em><br/>"Me?" Li puffed, "But," interrupted by a need to breathe, "why?"<br/>"How many before me have heard this tale of a lost petitioner, Faithful Servant Li?"<br/>"Um, everyone," he gasped, "I could," finally reaching his peak and starting to catch up with a groan of complaint, "find. Where lies the error?"<br/>"Word travels quickly through Sigil," Cuatha answered, "when the information is valuable."<br/><br/>Branching halls spun by in a way that brought the circular maze of the Festhall into sharp focus. "This is fun," Cuatha said to Peregrine and Li in a way that made fun seem quaint. "I am afraid I do not have a schedule for your Harmony, but, is a modron not a creature of manifest law? My love, the Lady Darkflame, will have a spell to help you pinpoint her." The half-elf made a rare show of raising her voice to call the guard from the corridors they passed. <em>"Patrols to the Factol's hall,"</em> she urged, <em>"Eject visitors and Namers from the area until relieved. Perrin is the only exception."</em><br/><br/>Without slowing down- in fact, gaining a little in speed- she tugged the Factor's emblem from her breast and flipped it on a twirling trajectory for Peregrine's hands as a deputy's badge. "Go with them," she suggested. "There will be time to hear your proposal later."</td></tr></tbody></table>