Seeing Beef stuggle with the density of the undergrowth, Angus gives a reassuring scritch behind the ear.
"Easy now, I'll lighten the load." By pushing the sled, and lifting it when needed, Angus attempts to help the sled past the ancient roots.
Turning back to the group, his eyes focusing on Moz. "For your sake, Emerald Fool, this best not be a clever trap to secure the babe for your fey Lords."
Angus turns to Moz's 'familiar' and with a slight bow, begins speaking in Sylvan.
"Noble Sphinx, will you allow us safe passage through your domain?"
As the glade comes into view Cat-Sith swoops out of the sky and lands in the center of the circle of mouse skulls, atop a small mound. Sitting on his hunches his back tall with the bearing of a king overlooking around his realm. A monarch in his rightful place. Turning his amethyst eyes he stares at the approaching party.
Feigning shock and outrage at Angus's comments " You think I would double cross you! That up till now I have been playing you all for fools, till I can snatch the child and flee into the night like some kind of sneak thief!............ You would be correct to think that normally." Patting the big man on the leg. " But we are a wolfpack now and as your Alpha I wouldn't turn on my pack. What kind of leader would that make me." He then puases and gives Angus a sly smile " Of course that IS what someone would say, if they were going betray someone." Cackling with laughter " Will he, won't he, who knows, certainly not me, but I can't wait to find out." Smiling madly.
Watching Angus approach, the Sphinx fegins disinterest. Listening to his words the enigmatic feline finds them......lacking. Turning his head he yawns and shakes his head, before returning to his fegined disinterest.
Looking at Cat-Sith and Angus's request. " Didn't grow up with cats did you. You need way more flattery than that my friend. Got to storke his ego way more. Let me try." Climbing out of the sled He approaches the circle. With a grandiose flappish bow, he prostates himself before the Sphinx and circle of mouse skulls. " Hail Great King Pusskin, Lord and Master of Skipping-a-Derry road, Guardian of Malkin's Door. We have payed tribute in milk and mouse." He decrees in an over the top way. "I beg you to show your greatness and mercy to one so low as me so I may bask in the radiance of your realm" he snivels.
His head still turned in 'disinterest', his eyes half-closed, the Sphinx curls his lip in a sneer showing a single long fang, but flicks his tail. Acceptable......barely.
Fawning and bow Moz crosses the circle of mouse skulls and looks to the others. " Come on! Everyone has to do it." Holding hand to the side of his mouth " He is kinda of petty like that." He say in a loud whisper.
(Cat-Sith's part, and next few posts are written in consult with DM.)
Rivyre takes into account they shared information that Alorin spots that a horse and rider traveled through here recently. She thinks to herself, "Wow, Sir Lorn is really making good time on his spiritual steed! Perhaps there's a mildly decent chance this war can be avoided. I can't imagine a mortal horse being able to ride that fast w/out resting."
After hearing the mildly heated exchange between Angus and Moz, she walks up to Angus & mutters quietly to him,
"He first willingly participates in the ritual to be blood bound with you & Alorin, then proceeds to steal the ceremonial implement, insult your Druid multiple times, & now is blood cursed to forcefully perform a sacrifice to Kromac for the next month or suffer extreme pain. Yet..., he "still" sees himself as the Alpha of your pack. He's either blind, stupid, or both if he truly doesn't believe or understand why you don't trust him. I honestly can't figure him out, but I think you need to put him in his place. You are a Lochlaan, & by my interpretation "YOU" should be the Alpha, not him. Assert your dominance as the blood pact leader & keep him in line. In dealing with the Faerie Roads however, I would probably give him a little wiggle room if he indeed intends to help us with safe passage, but still keep a close eye on him."
She pauses and asks another question inquisitively to Angus, "Did he reveal anything to you about who or what he is in the longhouse participating in that ritual? I do know he hides his physical form behind an illusion. I discovered it when I was treating his wounds @ your cousin's home after our fight in Kromac's Clearing with the undead." She finishes up & says, "I guess we need to venerate our Sphinx here, owner of this Faerie Road to grant us safe passage. I must admit..., i'm going to be a little rusty at this. Haven't done this type of prayer since I was a child..."
She approaches the circle of mouse skulls & in prostration gets down on her knees, bows down, lowers her head, & outstretches her arms in submission to the Sphinx, "Mighty King Pusskin, Guaridan & Lord to Skipping-a-Derry Road of Malkin's Gate, I have presented you w/ offerings to show we mean no disrespect. On your hearth, I shall refrain from spreading the fires of my faith as all we aim is to pass through peacefully. I ask your enchanting grace for mercy & kindness as we travel your domain."
Valanthe gleefully follows Moz's lead, hops into the circle and kneels:
"Oh, Majestic Pusskin, Keeper of Malkin's Gate. Please accept these tributes that we donate As tokens of our respect and awe. For you, Lord of the Fairy Door. Please grant safe passage to humble travellers such as we. For gold and silver are but dirt compared to thee"
The regal cat turns his head casually regreading the Flamekeeper. Hmmmmmm.... such manners and respect, proper for one born of the Fey but unusal for a bearer of Lugh's light and Nauda's flame...... how intriguing. Turning his head the great cat disregards the Flamekeeper once again but does whisk his tail in silent approval.
Cat-Sith cocks his head to the side as Valanthe approaches. A Daughter of Arcadia.... the Fool keeps good company.... but something more. Standing up with the air of an emperor descending his throne. The sphinx circles the kneeling elf. Stopping in front of her he leans in sniffing. Valanthe reaches her outhand slowly, his nose touching her hand before snapping his head back just as quickly. A Queen to be ... he bows his head slightly in recognition of one royal to another and then just as quickly turns his back on her. Walking back to the center, he dismisses her with a single approving whisk of his tail.
"More flattery... fine," Angus steps forward once more towards the familiar. He takes a knee and bows deeply while speaking in Sylvan.
"Grand and venerated sphinx, may your hunts be ever fruitful and your splendor cause all to grow verdant with envy. A token of milk and mice for your royal feast. We puny mortals ask for your blessing to travel through your magnanimous lands to complete our feeble quest."
Lifting his eyes to meet Cat-Sith, he whispers, "if you ever wish to be rid of *this one*, I would offer my skills if they could be of service."
Angus gives a final bow as he rises, "May you live as long as you want, and may you never want as long as you live."
Cat-Sith's sniffs the air as Angus approaches. Steel and salt... Nuada's Chosen and one of Noden's sons. The Sphinx's ears twitch slightly at Angus's proposal. Noble, dutiful and respectful as one would expect of Nuada's Chosen, he would make a better choice than the Fool. If only he and I were not chained. The Sphinx continues with his fegined disinterest but does flick his tail in approval.
One by one, the party gathers around the small circle of mouse skulls that rest still and quiet on the soft carpet of needles under the close boughs. It's warmer in this dense wood than it was out on the road, but only a little--the sparse dustings of snow that find their way though the canopy remain unmelted on the ground.
As a precaution, the group links hands as they catch their breath and step as one into the circle of mouse skulls, Cat Sith trailing behind them, lashing its tail.
The world drops away. The cold forest melts away into a sweet spring landscape, a cheery, well-kept dirt path winding away from them off into a beautiful vista of pleasant water meadows, little valleys, and up and down a series of merry knolls. Birds chirp and warble as a clement sun shines down from a clear blue sky. Immediately your winter cloaks and furs are quite a bit too warm.
The sweet smell of spring fills the party with a playful, giddy spirit, as they set off along the winding path. Butterflies flit around lush, flowering rushes that line the sweet ponds of the meadows. It is an untamed place, and yet has an uncanny air nonetheless of having been cultivated.
The group crests a rolling knoll, and from the top of it, the path plunges into a little valley, flat and fertile, in which are planted endless rows of golden corn. Scrambling down the knoll into the path that runs straight into the field, the party soon notices that the corn has grown unimaginably tall, towering over their heads with long, broad leaves and plump, heavy husks bristling up and down their stalks, plumed with golden tassels. They cannot see out of it or over it in any direction, but a cool breeze still blows, rifling through the stalks.
Finally, the single road branches into a crossroad. Another dirt path, appearing well trodden, crosses the one they follow. A wooden sign post stands at the corner, with two signs nailed to it. One points to the left and reads "Wattletown", and the other points to the right and reads "Spoondrift".
Stepping into the ring of mouse skulls with the others, he reaches out one hand, grasping Valathne's hand and Alorin's in his other hand. As they shift into the Fey. "Good to be going back home."he says gleefully, his body practically quivering. Once the shift is complete he breathes in deep taking in all the smells and with a heavy satisfied sigh he releases "Damn good to be home" he says and with a laugh he skips ahead across the magical landscape, humming a jaunty tune as he skips ahead joyfully.
As they crest the knoll and look down on the fields of corn, Moz grins, and he nudges Valathnein the side. "I would hate to get lost in there. It would be a real maize." and immediately starts giggling "Hahaha see what I did there, Maize and Maze...... get it.... hehehehehehe...... I am a funny man."He says, wiping away a tear. Finally, as they reach the crossroads and signpost, Moz pauses and placing his hands on his hips ponders a thought. "Well, I guess there is no need for this facade."he says and then taps himself on the nose.
Starting at the tip of his nose, a shimmering silverly wave moves across his body as the illusions dissolve from his body. The bulbous nose turns long and narrow, the ruddy complexion shifting to a deep emerald green. As the simmering wave passes over his face, the wide toothy grin turns to a smirking mouth full of small sharp teeth. The bushy beard disappears, and the brown curls turn to stringy black hair (Danny DeVito's Penguin but as a goblin). The brown eyes turn to a pair of beady red ones. His traveling leather starts to shift and morph in suit of full jester's motely, cap of bells included. the wand tipped with a blue crystal become a marionette (Jester Stick) with the crystal becoming a goblin jester's head. Even as the party looks at the motely, it changes and shifts colors and patterns. One second, it is red and black with circles, then green and white with diamonds, blue and gold with pink stripes, followed by more and more every shifting pattern and hues. Stretching his arms wide with a satisfied groan, "AhhhhhI it good to be out of that stupid gnome disguise, nothing like being in one own skin." Dusting his hands together, he looks up at the sign post,"which... way.... hhmmm, letme think..." he ssays, ponderingthe names on the sign post.
(Like Alorin aasked, Mozis trying to recall the names. If he has heard of tthem, etc History: 12)
Rivyre watches as Alorin, Moz, & Valanthe step off into the distance. A bit of joy appears on her face & a hint of smile when Moz dispels the illusion & finally reveals his true nature & identity, a goblin. She suspected he was Fey like her w/ all the knowledge she has gathered & pondered over the last few days. Consulate of Fairy Lords, Lord of Luck, Servent of Shegorach, & his eccentric behavior. She responds, "The light of the flame has finally illuminated the truth & revealed the darkness behind your illusion, of which I have known for some time that you were not what you appeared to be. You are a clever one Moz..., & agnome is convincing guise such as you've been w/ your antics." She continues & addresses the group, "But, Moz is right. It is best not to stray too far from the designated paths as those not familar w/ our home can easily become lost & in the worst case scenario never find their way back home. We should try not to linger too long as well as time does not pass normally bewteen the Material World & the Faerie Kingdoms & we have much to accomplsih in too short a time to avoid a war."
Looking at signs of the crossraods she reads "Wattletown" & Spoondrift". She did not spend much time in the Fairy Kingdoms as a child before migrating to Isles of Skye, so thus her memory of such places is foggy at best. She looks up to the sun & mutters a prayer & casts Guidance (D20= 1), "Search me Divine Light. Know my thoughts & memory, & grant me the clarity to remember what is lost." History check (D20= 6 + History 3) for Wattletown & Spoondrift: 10
Alorintakes a single glance at the signpost, then starts to lead the party down the original path, not taking either side road.
"Doesn't matter much where those paths lead; it's almost always a bad idea to stray from the path before us. And besides, wandering too far down a side path uninvited could displease the rulers of that domain, and we're already being hunted by more than enough Fae as it is. I trust nobody has forgotten that dust-up with the Huntsman that you walked in on."
Alorinwalks down the main path, his eyes watchful for any movement among the tall cornstalks or from down any of the paths.
As Valanthe steps through the portal, she squeezes Moz and Alorin’s hands extra tightly and closes her eyes. The warm, scented air fills her nostrils before she opens her eyes again. She gazes, mouth agape, at their surroundings: the butterflies, the meadows, the fertile corn fields.
“Wait. This has been here all the time? All that snow and damp and cold but this...” she gestures around at everything “...thishas been here all the time? Why didn’t we come heresooner! This is much better than those human longhouses that stink of cows and sweat!”
As they walk or, in Valanthe’s case, skip along the winding path, she points at everything and asks Moz 'what’s this?' 'what’s over there?' 'where does that go?' Stopping at the crossroads, she laughs at Moz's joke, "It wasn't that funny", before looking down at goblin Moz: mouth agape once more.
“You’re a goblin? You’re a goblin! Oh, Moz- you ARE a goblin!” and bursts out in uncontrollable laughter. Collapsing to the floor, she reaches up to try to shake one of the bells on his cap and misses and instead just pushes Moz on his shoulder. She gets to her knees “Shhhh! Moz! I think Rivyrewas trying to say something" - and bursts out laughing again.
Seeing Beef stuggle with the density of the undergrowth, Angus gives a reassuring scritch behind the ear.
"Easy now, I'll lighten the load." By pushing the sled, and lifting it when needed, Angus attempts to help the sled past the ancient roots.
Turning back to the group, his eyes focusing on Moz. "For your sake, Emerald Fool, this best not be a clever trap to secure the babe for your fey Lords."
Angus turns to Moz's 'familiar' and with a slight bow, begins speaking in Sylvan.
"Noble Sphinx, will you allow us safe passage through your domain?"
Moz the Magnificent
As the glade comes into view Cat-Sith swoops out of the sky and lands in the center of the circle of mouse skulls, atop a small mound. Sitting on his hunches his back tall with the bearing of a king overlooking around his realm. A monarch in his rightful place. Turning his amethyst eyes he stares at the approaching party.
Feigning shock and outrage at Angus's comments " You think I would double cross you! That up till now I have been playing you all for fools, till I can snatch the child and flee into the night like some kind of sneak thief!............ You would be correct to think that normally." Patting the big man on the leg. " But we are a wolfpack now and as your Alpha I wouldn't turn on my pack. What kind of leader would that make me." He then puases and gives Angus a sly smile " Of course that IS what someone would say, if they were going betray someone." Cackling with laughter " Will he, won't he, who knows, certainly not me, but I can't wait to find out." Smiling madly.
Watching Angus approach, the Sphinx fegins disinterest. Listening to his words the enigmatic feline finds them......lacking. Turning his head he yawns and shakes his head, before returning to his fegined disinterest.
Looking at Cat-Sith and Angus's request. " Didn't grow up with cats did you. You need way more flattery than that my friend. Got to storke his ego way more. Let me try." Climbing out of the sled He approaches the circle. With a grandiose flappish bow, he prostates himself before the Sphinx and circle of mouse skulls. " Hail Great King Pusskin, Lord and Master of Skipping-a-Derry road, Guardian of Malkin's Door. We have payed tribute in milk and mouse." He decrees in an over the top way. "I beg you to show your greatness and mercy to one so low as me so I may bask in the radiance of your realm" he snivels.
His head still turned in 'disinterest', his eyes half-closed, the Sphinx curls his lip in a sneer showing a single long fang, but flicks his tail. Acceptable......barely.
Fawning and bow Moz crosses the circle of mouse skulls and looks to the others. " Come on! Everyone has to do it." Holding hand to the side of his mouth " He is kinda of petty like that." He say in a loud whisper.
(Cat-Sith's part, and next few posts are written in consult with DM.)
She finishes up & says, "I guess we need to venerate our Sphinx here, owner of this Faerie Road to grant us safe passage. I must admit..., i'm going to be a little rusty at this. Haven't done this type of prayer since I was a child..."
She approaches the circle of mouse skulls & in prostration gets down on her knees, bows down, lowers her head, & outstretches her arms in submission to the Sphinx, "Mighty King Pusskin, Guaridan & Lord to Skipping-a-Derry Road of Malkin's Gate, I have presented you w/ offerings to show we mean no disrespect. On your hearth, I shall refrain from spreading the fires of my faith as all we aim is to pass through peacefully. I ask your enchanting grace for mercy & kindness as we travel your domain."
Valanthe gleefully follows Moz's lead, hops into the circle and kneels:
"Oh, Majestic Pusskin, Keeper of Malkin's Gate.
Please accept these tributes that we donate
As tokens of our respect and awe.
For you, Lord of the Fairy Door.
Please grant safe passage to humble travellers such as we.
For gold and silver are but dirt compared to thee"
Cat-Sith
The regal cat turns his head casually regreading the Flamekeeper. Hmmmmmm.... such manners and respect, proper for one born of the Fey but unusal for a bearer of Lugh's light and Nauda's flame...... how intriguing. Turning his head the great cat disregards the Flamekeeper once again but does whisk his tail in silent approval.
Cat-Sith
Cat-Sith cocks his head to the side as Valanthe approaches. A Daughter of Arcadia.... the Fool keeps good company.... but something more. Standing up with the air of an emperor descending his throne. The sphinx circles the kneeling elf. Stopping in front of her he leans in sniffing. Valanthe reaches her outhand slowly, his nose touching her hand before snapping his head back just as quickly. A Queen to be ... he bows his head slightly in recognition of one royal to another and then just as quickly turns his back on her. Walking back to the center, he dismisses her with a single approving whisk of his tail.
"More flattery... fine," Angus steps forward once more towards the familiar. He takes a knee and bows deeply while speaking in Sylvan.
"Grand and venerated sphinx, may your hunts be ever fruitful and your splendor cause all to grow verdant with envy. A token of milk and mice for your royal feast. We puny mortals ask for your blessing to travel through your magnanimous lands to complete our feeble quest."
Lifting his eyes to meet Cat-Sith, he whispers, "if you ever wish to be rid of *this one*, I would offer my skills if they could be of service."
Angus gives a final bow as he rises, "May you live as long as you want, and may you never want as long as you live."
Cat-Sith
Cat-Sith's sniffs the air as Angus approaches. Steel and salt... Nuada's Chosen and one of Noden's sons. The Sphinx's ears twitch slightly at Angus's proposal. Noble, dutiful and respectful as one would expect of Nuada's Chosen, he would make a better choice than the Fool. If only he and I were not chained. The Sphinx continues with his fegined disinterest but does flick his tail in approval.
One by one, the party gathers around the small circle of mouse skulls that rest still and quiet on the soft carpet of needles under the close boughs. It's warmer in this dense wood than it was out on the road, but only a little--the sparse dustings of snow that find their way though the canopy remain unmelted on the ground.
As a precaution, the group links hands as they catch their breath and step as one into the circle of mouse skulls, Cat Sith trailing behind them, lashing its tail.
The world drops away. The cold forest melts away into a sweet spring landscape, a cheery, well-kept dirt path winding away from them off into a beautiful vista of pleasant water meadows, little valleys, and up and down a series of merry knolls. Birds chirp and warble as a clement sun shines down from a clear blue sky. Immediately your winter cloaks and furs are quite a bit too warm.
The sweet smell of spring fills the party with a playful, giddy spirit, as they set off along the winding path. Butterflies flit around lush, flowering rushes that line the sweet ponds of the meadows. It is an untamed place, and yet has an uncanny air nonetheless of having been cultivated.
The group crests a rolling knoll, and from the top of it, the path plunges into a little valley, flat and fertile, in which are planted endless rows of golden corn. Scrambling down the knoll into the path that runs straight into the field, the party soon notices that the corn has grown unimaginably tall, towering over their heads with long, broad leaves and plump, heavy husks bristling up and down their stalks, plumed with golden tassels. They cannot see out of it or over it in any direction, but a cool breeze still blows, rifling through the stalks.
Finally, the single road branches into a crossroad. Another dirt path, appearing well trodden, crosses the one they follow. A wooden sign post stands at the corner, with two signs nailed to it. One points to the left and reads "Wattletown", and the other points to the right and reads "Spoondrift".
Moz the Magnificent
Stepping into the ring of mouse skulls with the others, he reaches out one hand, grasping Valathne's hand and Alorin's in his other hand. As they shift into the Fey. "Good to be going back home." he says gleefully, his body practically quivering. Once the shift is complete he breathes in deep taking in all the smells and with a heavy satisfied sigh he releases "Damn good to be home" he says and with a laugh he skips ahead across the magical landscape, humming a jaunty tune as he skips ahead joyfully.
As they crest the knoll and look down on the fields of corn, Moz grins, and he nudges Valathne in the side. "I would hate to get lost in there. It would be a real maize." and immediately starts giggling "Hahaha see what I did there, Maize and Maze...... get it.... hehehehehehe...... I am a funny man." He says, wiping away a tear. Finally, as they reach the crossroads and signpost, Moz pauses and placing his hands on his hips ponders a thought. "Well, I guess there is no need for this facade." he says and then taps himself on the nose.
Starting at the tip of his nose, a shimmering silverly wave moves across his body as the illusions dissolve from his body. The bulbous nose turns long and narrow, the ruddy complexion shifting to a deep emerald green. As the simmering wave passes over his face, the wide toothy grin turns to a smirking mouth full of small sharp teeth. The bushy beard disappears, and the brown curls turn to stringy black hair (Danny DeVito's Penguin but as a goblin). The brown eyes turn to a pair of beady red ones. His traveling leather starts to shift and morph in suit of full jester's motely, cap of bells included. the wand tipped with a blue crystal become a marionette (Jester Stick) with the crystal becoming a goblin jester's head. Even as the party looks at the motely, it changes and shifts colors and patterns. One second, it is red and black with circles, then green and white with diamonds, blue and gold with pink stripes, followed by more and more every shifting pattern and hues. Stretching his arms wide with a satisfied groan, "AhhhhhI it good to be out of that stupid gnome disguise, nothing like being in one own skin." Dusting his hands together, he looks up at the sign post,"which... way.... hhmmm, letme think..." he ssays, ponderingthe names on the sign post.
(Like Alorin aasked, Mozis trying to recall the names. If he has heard of tthem, etc History: 12)
Rivyre watches as Alorin, Moz, & Valanthe step off into the distance. A bit of joy appears on her face & a hint of smile when Moz dispels the illusion & finally reveals his true nature & identity, a goblin. She suspected he was Fey like her w/ all the knowledge she has gathered & pondered over the last few days. Consulate of Fairy Lords, Lord of Luck, Servent of Shegorach, & his eccentric behavior. She responds, "The light of the flame has finally illuminated the truth & revealed the darkness behind your illusion, of which I have known for some time that you were not what you appeared to be. You are a clever one Moz..., & a gnome is convincing guise such as you've been w/ your antics."
She continues & addresses the group, "But, Moz is right. It is best not to stray too far from the designated paths as those not familar w/ our home can easily become lost & in the worst case scenario never find their way back home. We should try not to linger too long as well as time does not pass normally bewteen the Material World & the Faerie Kingdoms & we have much to accomplsih in too short a time to avoid a war."
Looking at signs of the crossraods she reads "Wattletown" & Spoondrift". She did not spend much time in the Fairy Kingdoms as a child before migrating to Isles of Skye, so thus her memory of such places is foggy at best. She looks up to the sun & mutters a prayer & casts Guidance (D20= 1), "Search me Divine Light. Know my thoughts & memory, & grant me the clarity to remember what is lost." History check (D20= 6 + History 3) for Wattletown & Spoondrift: 10
Alorin
Alorin takes a single glance at the signpost, then starts to lead the party down the original path, not taking either side road.
"Doesn't matter much where those paths lead; it's almost always a bad idea to stray from the path before us. And besides, wandering too far down a side path uninvited could displease the rulers of that domain, and we're already being hunted by more than enough Fae as it is. I trust nobody has forgotten that dust-up with the Huntsman that you walked in on."
Alorin walks down the main path, his eyes watchful for any movement among the tall cornstalks or from down any of the paths.
As Valanthe steps through the portal, she squeezes Moz and Alorin’s hands extra tightly and closes her eyes. The warm, scented air fills her nostrils before she opens her eyes again. She gazes, mouth agape, at their surroundings: the butterflies, the meadows, the fertile corn fields.
“Wait. This has been here all the time? All that snow and damp and cold but this...” she gestures around at everything “...this has been here all the time? Why didn’t we come here sooner! This is much better than those human longhouses that stink of cows and sweat!”
As they walk or, in Valanthe’s case, skip along the winding path, she points at everything and asks Moz 'what’s this?' 'what’s over there?' 'where does that go?' Stopping at the crossroads, she laughs at Moz's joke, "It wasn't that funny", before looking down at goblin Moz: mouth agape once more.
“You’re a goblin? You’re a goblin! Oh, Moz - you ARE a goblin!” and bursts out in uncontrollable laughter. Collapsing to the floor, she reaches up to try to shake one of the bells on his cap and misses and instead just pushes Moz on his shoulder. She gets to her knees “Shhhh! Moz! I think Rivyre was trying to say something" - and bursts out laughing again.