I am working with Sylvara and the white lion being 30 feet away from where Preacher is sitting for the the following.
Shimmerella, in her ectoplasmic form, is standing on the other chair beside Preacherelius, jumping up and down to take in all the various peoples gathered for some holiday she is not familiar with. She spots the tall elven lady with the shifting silver hair and the purty cat, and giggles, "Her hair shifts colors too, Preacher!" Just before Shimmerella is about to jump down to run over towards the silver-haired woman, Preacherelius grabs and moementarily restrains her as he concentrates to shift the brownie phantom to her incorporeal state, and Shimmerella runs though the air at the same height as the seat of the chair she was standing on, and weaves through the crowd and stops by the lion's snout, "You're purty!", then cranes her neck a bit to look up at the captivating elven woman, "Hi, what's your name? I'm Shimmerella. You can call me Shimmer or Rella for short." Shimmer quickly turns around to glance back at Preacher and Guriok and waves at them, and asks the woman, "Do know Preacher and Guriok? They're my friends. You and your purty cat can be our friends too!" see says as she turns her head back around quickly to look back at the shifting silver-haired elven woman.
As the elven woman starts to react to the hovering 1'6" tall apparition of a brownine with multicoloured hair, Shimmerella spectral form starts to slowly dissipate.
"Tree's Knees for you and your purty cat, purty lady!
Sylvara, the lion, and everyone else within 50 feet of Shimmerella feels the sensation of the brownie phantom's bless magic affect them. The duration will last for 2 minutes/
@Sylvara, you have a minute of potential conversation with Shimmerella as her form continues to become wispier until she fully dissipates in 1 minute's time.
Preacherelius shifts the 1'6" tall brownie phantom, Shimmerella, from her incorporeal form to her ectoplasmic form as she is in the midst of running towards the dining room table, then in her ectoplasmic form, she climbs up a chair than onto the table and shouts, "Happy Birthday!" at the gamemaster as he is about to blow out the candles of the cake. After the candles are blown out she shouts with glee, "Trees knees!" as everyone gathered feels her benevolent blessing magic surround them.
Shimmerella sees a sylph nearing her and Preacherelius by the notice board,"Maybe he's going to put the notice up, Reacher."
Shimmerella runs over to the approaching sylph and looks up at him,"Hi, mister! Are you putting a notice up?"she says with an eager smile.
"My name is Shimmerella. What's your name? My friend Preacher and I are waiting for a notice. I thought I found it but it was a notice for a play. Do you like plays?"
As Preacherelius and Shimmerella near the notice board, Shimmerella recognizes where they are and sprints to check the notices.
"I don't see it, Preacher."Shimmerella's sun dress and hair start to move in response to a strong breeze."Maybe the wind blew the notice we are looking for off the wall?"
Shimmerella runs 30 feet from the notice board, scanning the street for loose pieces of paper, then notices a piece of paper near the ground getting carried by the wind, and runs over and dives to snag it before the wind carries it out of her reach,"I got it!"
Shimmerella runs back over to the notice board and hands it to Preacherelius.
Upon hearing someone singing as Preacher and her are about to turn away from the notice board, Shimmerella's feet start to tap in rhythm of the words being sung,"What a lovely song," she says as she spins around to see the fox lady."Are you from Nirvana? You look similar to some of the friends I made there. Do you know Bitsy Blue?"
"What are we going to do today then, Preacher? Let's check out the zoo! I wonder if they have any of the horses with stripes. I wonder if they are part tiger. Do you think they have hooves like horses or paws like tigers? Ooh, ooh, a purring horse! That would be fun to have as a mount! Let's go to the bazaar to see if the merchants have any of those."
Shimmerella is standing by the notice board, reading through the posted notices, her hands twitching with poorly restrained-anticipation, as she shifts her feet back and forth on the cobbled stone beneath her.
