It seems boyos that I've been inheriting the Lolly Pringle role in da
basin lately. Janitor, Mystic Guru, and now reporter. Oy!

For those that came late, we have a mysterious presense in the realm.
Her name--assuming she is a "she", is Whisp. This being is apparently
undetectable by ye sixth senses. She was gathered around the Seal of
Beauty where Lacostian is doing his experiment. Whisp has no memories of
her existance. We have a theory that she is Isune.

Then a little sticky noodle jumped in. Viravain showed up and started
speaking in Divine Speech, a tounge she knew none of us could speak. I
actually called de boyo out on that fact--poof, Astral plane for me!
(Then I got teleported to de Fate portal--dunno who did that, but thanks
if I have an Ally). Volucer, thee noble (yet a bit less well groomed)
bird intervened, and after a brief bit of talk, Viravain left. Whisp
mentioned something about three choices Viravain proposed.

It would seem Whisp is unformed and something might happen. Who knows
what. Already I am starting to detect people dividing amonst their
ethical outlooks.

What will happen is up to the fates.

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Tzarin, in the year 128 CE.