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 <p>&ldquo;I yelled at In Dreams until she agreed, then convinced her to yell at Hammered Silver until <em>she</em> agreed,&rdquo; she said, smirking. &ldquo;I do not think that either of them will be there themselves, but I will, and I am hoping that In All Ways will be there in In Dreams&rsquo;s stead. You are welcome to join, of course, though I have already heard from Praiseworthy.&rdquo;</p>
 <p>A second instance of the fennec blipped into being beside the first on the already crowded platform. &ldquo;I will go,&rdquo; she said, taking one of her cocladist&rsquo;s hands in her paw. &ldquo;Now?&rdquo;</p>
 <p>Dry Grass nodded and once more took Tule&rsquo;s hand in her own. Once we had all linked hands we stepped away, out of the heat and humidity. The last thing I saw was the remaining instance of Serene crouching down on the edge of the platform once more, poking a claw sullenly into the water.</p>
+<p>While this new sim felt far brighter than the sunnier portions of the last, the air was also far cooler and far drier. It still had a feeling of morning to it, as though the day itself had yet to wake up completely.</p>
+<p>The sun shone from on high in a cloudless blue sky, lighting a rolling field of grass. &lsquo;Lawn&rsquo; may have been a more apt word, as the grass itself seemed to have been cut at some point; it was cool and prickly, all of uniform height and color. All, that is, except for the fast that it was dotted liberally with golden yellow flowers, each perfectly round as it stood shyly above a spray of wide-toothed leaves.</p>
+<p>The air was thick with a sweet scent, and the sound of bees making their way from flower to flower hung just below the level of perception unless we all stayed completely silent.</p>
+<p>We stood alone on the empty field for only a few moments before the other Odists started to arrive in ones and twos.</p>
+<p>They seemed to come in two general categories. There were those who looked largely like Dry Grass: short, stocky women with curly black hair. There was some variation, to be sure, as one might expect from a clade almost three hundred years old. One, introduced as Time Is A Finger Pointing At Itself, was quite a bit taller and slimmer than the others, looking chic in a form-fitting outfit of all black. Another, Hold My Name Beneath Your Tongue And Know, was taller still and visibly transfeminine.</p>
+<p>The other category seemed to be made mostly of furries of some sort. These, at least, I knew to be skunks. The stories surrounding them, the very same that had driven Lily away, were numerous and dramatic, so I was surprised to see just how&hellip;well, normal they looked. A Finger Pointing arrived holding the paw of a skunk, introduced as Beholden To The Heat Of The Lamps, shaped almost exactly like Dry Grass. </p>
+<p>Beneath Your Tongue also appeared hand-in-paw with a skunk, Which Offers Heat And Warmth In Fire. Heat And Warmth, however, was much slimmer, however, almost wiry. Ey launched emself immediately at Serene and wrapped its arms around her before catching my eye. &ldquo;Reed, yes? Hanne said you would be here.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I nodded and started to reply before a few more Odists showed up in quick succession. Another skunk, looking far more prim and proper than the others, arrived and shot Dry Grass a quick glance. I couldn&rsquo;t quite read her expression, but she certainly didn&rsquo;t look happy.</p>
 <p>(dandelion field - talking about/with the Odists, one loss, End Of Endings, though still checking on those who have left the clade, of which there are now a few, no word on E.W.)</p>
 <p>(Reed&rsquo;s pagoda - more conversation among the stanzas now)</p>
 <p>((After Dry Grass leaves, Reed goes to talk with Lily))</p>