#mokshastarter

[aeshakhanna]

when: after the tiger figurine is initially found  status: open to all!

Aesha hummed nervously to herself as the whispers around her grew louder and more forceful, though she seemed to be unable to decipher anything for herself. It seemed to be this way often, for the cleverer forces of the universe seemed to always tread far beyond her grasp. She knew if she were to garner any information of real value, she would have to turn to those around her, hoping that the the more loquacious instincts of the people of Parakram would bear well in her quest for information. An open ear, as it occasionally turned out, could often produce rather successful results. 

“Say, you wouldn’t happen to know what everyone’s chattering about, would you? I’ve managed to catch something about a tiger, but I some how feel a tiger loose in the palace might have caused more commotion...” 

[astroventor]

OPEN TO ALL

Despite the fact that Vanya had lived at the palace for six years during her time creating the orrery, it still felt grand and unwelcoming to her. Through no fault of the guards or the other palace residents, Vanya never quite felt like she belonged.  She was thankful, at least, to have the thoughts of the statue to distract her. She already had plenty of theories of how to acquire it, but the trick was finding the time to test them without anyone else watching over her shoulder. 

For now, she was content to pace by her favorite pond and think. She hoped that most of the tasks would be like this: thinking based. It was her strongest asset after all: her mind. Staring over the murky green water, she watched a shadow approach from behind and pause when it got near. Stopping mid-stride, Vanya did not turn, instead she just raised her head and spoke, “Do you think it will be considered unfavorable if I destroy the scroll in my pursuit to read it?” 

[aeshakhanna]

“Well, swordfighting, is certainly a thrilling first challenge," Aesha practically bounces as she makes her way towards the palace where the challenge is soon to be held. Draped in a sari of her own design, she’s hopeful that the newfound crowds in Pargazi might spur some new business for herself. “I don’t suppose they’ll be any actual maiming, right?”