The moonlight filters through the forest as they are lead by the one in front. Kamilla idly pushes Autochthon in front of her as they walk, passing him between her hands like a large, golden basketball. Wuffles walks beside him, the silver owl still perched upon their head. Kal walks, glancing from side to side. Watching. Anticipating.
"Three." Kal cocks an eyebrow as Luna speaks. The voice, as always, is not...feminine. Not masculine. Something not lacking in either feature, but beyond them. "Two." For a moment, he wonders what she or he is counting down to. "One." Kal raises his hand and opens his mouth, but
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH there voice box repaired!" The iris closes, and the ball shoots up to hover in front of Reegar's face. "Sidereal, I am slightly offended that you consider my being mute something to offer praise to." A beat. The iris shifts open. "I will, however, let this slide as Luna!"
He shoots past, past Kamilla and hovering in front of the silver haired guide. "I will admit I am pleasantly surprised that I am not in immediate danger. A pleasant surprise indeed!"
White teeth shine, and milky white eyes glimmer with promised mischief. "Oh, Maker. You are always in immediate danger around me." A hand taps the top of the sphere. "However, I have been following your journey with interest. Times change, and we change along with them." A light hum, and the forest shifts around them. It becomes lighter, the trees folding outwards.
The clearing folds out into a neat, near-perfect circle illuminated by moonlight and silver candelabras. A table of fine crystal rises from the ground, overstuffed chairs and plush pillows appears in a circle around it. Luna turns in mid step, and in the space of a breath takes the form of a naked, male quarian with silver tattoos covering his-her-its skin.
Reegar, quite sensibly, gags. "I. What?" He takes his eyes off the rather handsome naked silver quarian and asks "Wait what just happened?"
"Look around." He turns, locking eyes with Luraname. Then does so. Then looks around. "Weren't we in a forest?" He turns, spinning as he twists around. He can see something like a forest. In the distance, perhaps, but not exactly.
"You are new." Luna smiles, the silver-lined asari walking to a chair. "We're in a terrestrial court I've borrowed. I don't think we will be disturbed, and I wanted someplace private." She glances to the owl, and it rises before flying off into the distance.
Sliding into the chair, folding several legs and wrapping a tendril around a cup of still hot tea, the silver veined hanar gestures to the other seats. "So. You had my attention, and now you have my interest. Great Maker, what brings you back to Creation after so many millenia?"
The ball floats over. The bottom opens and unfolds a pair of legs and a skeletal ass, easing it down into a chair as a thin arm with a straw on the end dips into the tea. "Ah, yes. Good tea. We're here for a very important reason, Luna. I've detected a flaw in the Exaltations."
The others take their seats. White cloth napkin over his arm, Luraname sets tea in front of Kal and Wuffles, and a cup of colorful juice in front of Kamilla. "A flaw." Luna works her jaw. The silver shelled krogan huffs. "I see. Well, that does explain some of it. And you believe you can fix it?"
"Not by myself. Not as I am now." Autochthon coughs. The owl swoops by, landing on the table and picking up a biscuit in its beak before flying back towards the woods. "I need my tools, Luna. I need the aid of the other Incarnae."
Luna nods. The human male with the stone-like face and buzz cut white hair smirks. "The latter I can guarantee will be tricky. The former even moreso...but that does explain more. You believe your tools would be able to...affect this flaw? Access it?"
Milk white eyes glance to the side. Kal has held his tea in the same position for the past several minutes. "You have a question," the huntress purrs, "And the answer is the same. I'm Luna."
Tapping three index fingers together, the white haired woman nods to the golden sphere. "So, you need to get to Heaven. You need your ancient tools. You need the attention of myself and the other Incarnae." A smile tugs at her lips. "Simple enough. For varied quantities of simple."
"We note you said this explained two things." Petals extend as they sip their tea. Wuffles folds their hands in front of their head, propping their elbows on the armrests of the chair. "We understand the erratic behavior of the Exalted is one thing that is clarified. What is the other?"
Luna smiles, nodding to Luraname. The luck god clears his throat, walking next to his taskmaster. "The god of secrets known to one person has been rather nonplussed, lately." The grin gets just a little wider. "As if some great, world-shaking secret has been found out by someone else, lessening his purview."
"Which means someone else knew about the flaw." Autochthon's iris narrows. "Oh." It shifts, and the legs fold back up into the ball, quickly draining the tea before the arm folds back in. "Then we need to get to Yu Shan immediately! We must speak to the Ignis Divine at once!"
Luna holds up a hand. Luraname circles around the table, placing a fresh glass of juice in front of Kamilla as she giggles a thanks. "That would not be wise," Luna states, shaking his head, "Politics are tricky. Changing, ever so. You must first prepare your case and gather your allies. And, make sure that your tools remain in the hands of someone who does not want to see you dead."
Leaning back in the chair, the smile gets just a bit wider, showing more and more teeth. "I will prepare on my end. Luraname will give you a map to the nearest Gate. Because if you want the tools, you need the one other person in all of Creation and Yu Shan who has seen the flaw. And kept it secret for oh so very long."
The iris shifts. Great gears of thoughts turn. And Autochthon suddenly finds that his quest has become much, much more complicated. "I need Lytek."
