<strong>Location:</strong>Middle of Marukan, Forest Clearing<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Anyone/Everyone<br/><br/>"The screens won't be necessary," Iori says lightly, moving to seat herself cross-legged after Sanger sets her down near the edge of the pool-to-be.  "Eyes-away for when it's ready and I change out of these things, maybe, but if this goes deep enough, I'm going to be pretty much almost all in.   ...it is going to be deep enough, right?"<br/><br/>Iori directs this last at Sondok, just yea hesitant.  Sondok grunts non-committally in answer.  Sondok is busy making lava out of soil.  Sondok has more important things to think about than whether or not some silly elemental gets to jump into a pool of lava and splash it everywhere.<br/><br/>[...]<br/><br/>An hour or two passes on as Sondok concentrates, and a sort of camp is eventually constructed to offer some non-ship shelter.  Sanger is a seasoned traveler, so this goes much easier than it might otherwise; a few sturdy lean-tos allow shelter from the wind (which seems to be blowing fairly strongly, something Chorgath can see is attributable to a small flock of air spirits admiring Florivet's oh-so-captivating beauty), and a thoughtfully-constructed fire offers some illumination separately from the starry skies and something to cook food over.  Iori is eagerly awaiting the completion of Sondok's task.  Florivet is dozing lightly, body draped over the prow.  Suicides has come out now that the sun is down, and seems much more at ease and makes casual conversation to while away the time.<br/><br/>Finally, Sondok steps back from the pool of glowing red magma.  She's broken out in a sweat with the effort, and looks visibly drained, but there is the grim sort of satisfaction/relief from having completed a task.  "It is ready for you," the Warden announces, and moves to take her place next to Chorgath once again.<br/><br/>Iori acknowledges this with a relieved sigh.  "No peeking," she informs the menfolk present -- and when she's officially given everyone a chance to turn around, she disrobes and slips feet-first into the waiting pool of molten rock.<br/><br/>For a long moment, there is only the bloop-drip of the magma slowly resuming its prior at-rest flow.  Then, suddenly, Iori bobs back to the surface, her red hair unbound; she shakes her head vigorously, dislodging some of the magma and laughing.  Laughing, laughing...<br/><br/><br/>Some distance away, Quiet Samaro looks up, observes Iori in a happy for the first time since they've met, and decides to conceal his unease by turning to Silk.  "So," he says, mostly casually.  "The conversation thus far has suggested you've been in Malfeas for quite some time.  How long has it been since you've seen Creation's skies, if I may?"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Perception+Awareness Diff 4</div><div class="spoiler_body">Someone is watching the gathering from as far as they can be and still get an eyeball.  Just one person visible at the moment, mostly concealed, shifting locations occasionally to get a better look.</div></div><br/>