<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Winter Moon</strong></span><br/><br/>The tighter clinging seemed to encourage a measure of friskiness in Electra, that or the stories of how quickly her passions could rise had some touch of truth to them. The first few wandering touches might have been chalked up to the shifting vagaries of flight, but they continued on for a while, tracing your curves idly in light little wandering glides of fingertips that left deep warmth in their wake. Certainly the brush of the bare skin of her leg against your calf was difficult to view as unintentional.<br/><br/>But Electra was a fast flier all the same, and before anything could come of it, she had brought you to the Capital, and to the acropolis in it besides with a note to seek Graven within it, a cheerful salute before flying off, if one accompanied by a grin that was somewhere between teasing and just slightly wicked.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Everyone</strong></span><br/><br/>By one means or another, you find yourselves within the gleaming perfection of the capital of the Theran Compact, a pearl within the blue seas that surrounded it, elegance and grace made manifest in its construction. A city of white stone streets and tall, beautiful spires connected through the air with soaring bridges and arches. There was a serenity here, a harmony that felt welcoming, the city of such intricate and perfect design that at times it felt to have been moulded from the earth itself as a single, seamless entity, from the verdant greenery of its parks, to the forums and open theaters that encouraged the gathering of its citizens.<br/><br/>The acropolis itself was a working entirely of marble, friezes and abstract geometric patterns all along the span of it, as if you moved over and through artwork so brilliantly crafted it seemed living, flowing, not even a hint of damage from the many footfalls that must move over this place of governance, as if you yourselves became part of its inspiration, perhaps a gentle encouragement to view yourselves as one with a fine spirit.<br/><br/>Your seeking steps take you all to the central forum, around bureaucrats, politicians, even tourists who all look to you with deference and in many cases, outright awe.<br/><br/>Eventually you find a literally statuesque figure, who manages by the grey stone of his build to stand out as something other than abundant scenery. That and his actively turning to look to each of you in turn as you make your way in, a motion to wait until enough time passes for all of you to arrive.<br/><br/>Other than a blue shendyt kilt, the living, powerfully built and towering statue of a man has not left much to modesty, though it is a curious thing to see an errant breeze shift stone strands of hair in a growth just thick enough to frame his face.<br/><br/>"I bid you welcome" intones Graven in a voice that feels appropriately gravelly and rumbling.