Log RP Date: 9/21/95 Log Summary: Alorn, with the assistance of Eveshka and Door, puts into play a plan to awaken Gerren from his rockshaping trance in Winnowill's Throne Room in Blue Mountain. Between Eveshka's and Door's efforts, Gerren wakes, only to discover that his mate Jasmael is missing from the Mountain -- and that he has a daughter, Reia. Moreover, Reia calls Winnowill her mother, and insists that her father is dead, as Winnowill has told her so. Eveshka takes Gerren off to his chambers, and begins to send deeply to him, looking for any signs of Winnowill's tampering in his head.... Characters Appearing in the Log: Alorn, Eveshka, Door, Gerren, Gelnah, Zichri, Reia, Azeure. The log opens in the Throne Room, where Alorn has lingered, studying Gerren intently, where he remains perched high up behind Winnowill's Throne, entranced in his ongoing effort to hold the stone under the Mountain steady. Alorn is eventually joined by Eveshka and Door.... ---------- Eveshka approaches from the west. Eveshka glides in silently. Eveshka has arrived. Door approaches from the west. Door has arrived. Eveshka lands silently, keeping a safe distance from Alorn. Door drifts in, happily humming a little tune she just made up. ** Hello! ** Alorn looks up from her seat on the steps, and nods a greeting. Door spins in a circle, just so happy she wants to dance ** I finished Gelnah's room... she will be so happy! ** Alorn smiles. "Very good.." Eveshka watches the witless one coolly. Door smiles ** How are you today? Isn't it a lovely day? ** Door twirls in a circle and plops down on the floor happily. Alorn nods. "Beautiful." Eveshka looks at Gerren calmly, staying off of the floor. Alorn considers for a moment. Door puts her feet out in front of her and looks at her toes cheerfully. Gerren stands silently, lean pale hands placed on the ornate back of the Throne, up behind it where he has stood for some time now. Eveshka stiffens. Door sends openly ** I have even decided on my new name! ** Alorn turns her gaze on Eveshka. Door looks up at everyone, even those in catatonia ** I just can't wait to tell someone... but I probably should wait to see our Lord first ** Eveshka pales a bit at Alorn's gaze. Door wiggles her toes. Alorn looks away from Eveshka for a moment, raising an eyebrow at Door. "Tell Her what?" Gerren, unsurprisingly, offers no comment on Door's ongoing chatter. Door sends openly ** My new name... well what I want my new name to be... I can't really pick my name without permission can I? ** Door smiles. Alorn considers that for a bit. "I.." She blinks. "Of course you can.." Eveshka's eyes open wide, and she looks at Gerren. Door thinks Catatonics are people too :) Door sends openly ** I can? ** Door looks toward Alorn ** Are you sure? ** Alorn nods. Door leans over and begins tracing a little spiral on the floor ** Oh that's wonderful... then I know what my new name is going to be ** Alorn says "And?" Door gets caught up for a moment in shaping a delicate pattern across the same section of floor she's sitting on. Door sends openly ** Hmm? ** Alorn says "What is your new name?" Door smiles brightly ** Oh, thank you for asking.. I'm very proud that I was able to come up with it all by myself. My new name is Malene... do you like it? Maybe I should change it... Winnowill may think of a better name actually.. ** Alorn shakes her head and smiles. "That's a wonderful name." Door sends openly ** You think so, really? ** Alorn nods. ** Really. ** Eveshka smiles briefly. ** It is a nice name. ** Door positively glows, extremely happy. Door sends openly ** I am glad you like it especially Alorn... I wanted to fit a little of your name in it... see the a and the l and n? ** Alorn smiles at Eveshka, then nods to Door. "Thank you. I think.." Door sends openly ** And the M comes from Milani because she helped me so, and the e's are from Neela ** Door grins, proud of her logic. Eveshka smiles faintly. Alorn claps briefly. Door is sure this must be close to the very happiest day she can remember. Eveshka sends openly ** She can't talk, yet can project her thoughts? Interesting. ** Alorn chuckles. Door sends openly ** Sending is so much easier than talking. ** Alorn smiles at Door. "Would you like to help us with something?" Door smiles ** Certainly! What would you like me to do? ** Alorn hmms. "Remember how Neela woke you up?" Door nods ** Yes, I remember it very well ** Alorn says "Do you remember why he did it?" Door nods and, carefully searching her worn and battered memory, sends ** He said that I was needed... that I could serve our people usefully again ** Alorn nods. "Exactly.." She smiles softly. "We want to wake up Gerren. But we need your help." Gerren(#780PXcep) Height is the first thing to draw the eye about this elf; he is Glider-tall and Glider-thin, with a frail-looking slenderness. His features are finely planed, worn about his eyes; his skin is moon-pale, set off by thick, wavy brown hair that seems darker than it really is against his face. That hair frames his features and falls loosely to the middle of his back in a soft unruly tumble. Dark thick eyelashes set off the smoky blue shade of his eyes. He wears clothing almost in a jumpsuit-type style, all seemingly in one piece, tight to closely hug his body. The suit is midnight blue in color, almost velvety to the touch. Lining the cuffs and ankles are puffy white feathers, stitched so carefully and tightly together as to make them seem just as velvety as the blue stuff they accentuate. The collar is high, reaching up to cover the neck on the back and sides, leaving the front exposed down to the chest as it ends in a soft v-shape, also lined with the many white, downy feathers. And his clothes seem old and worn and faded, as if they have not been seriously cleaned in some time. He stands stiffly, motionlessly, behind the Throne here in the great hall, his hands pressed to its back. His tranquil features stare over the back of the Throne, and his face is disturbingly pale, nearly grey. Carrying: Crystal pendant(#7337) Door nods, understanding ** Of course... his shaping needs to be done. ** Alorn says "Can you do it? So it doesn't need done again?" Door stands wobbily, she doesn't quite yet have the motor co-ordination to manage graceful standing, and looks over at Gerren, her mind already working on the logistics. Eveshka looks at Gerren quietly, studying the stony countenance. Alorn watches Door quietly. Door nods ** It may take a while... but I have been inspecting this chamber a lot... I can fix it so that it is safe for him to awaken ** Alorn nods. "And.. how long would that take?" Door walk/glides over to the Throne ** It is a simple matter of butressing the stress points, plus a little supporting from below. ** Door smiles cheerfully ** A moon or two. ** Gerren's thin, fragile features have gone unchanged in the time he has been in trance... save, perhaps, that they are somewhat more fragile-seeming, as if the substance of his being has been slowly siphoned off to provide strength for the ongoing, subliminal magic in this room. Only his hair and his eyes seem to provide color for his countenance, as he stares silently out across the room. Eveshka sends openly ** Well, she actually -has- a coherent thought in her head. ** Door sends openly ** Of course Gerren need only stay where he is for the first day or so. ** Door smiles over at Eveshka ** Of course, I know shaping very well. ** Alorn considers that. "A day or so.." Door glides right up to the Throne and smiles at Gerren over it ** The repairs nessasary to make the room stable enough for Gerren to move can be done almost imediately... though I will have to spend quite a long time finishing so that the chamber is stable for the future. ** Alorn says "And can you do that? I'm sure it's very.. unpleasant.. to have to stay in one place and do nothing but shape for ever and ever.." Door sends openly ** Oh, it is not so bad. ** Door sends openly ** He has the rocks to keep him company. ** Alorn raises an eyebrow. "But don't you prefer getting to move around?" Door smiles, setting each of her hands against the surface of the Throne, she sends a colorful stream of rockshaping magic in little curlycues around Gerren... more a playful tickle than actual shaping. Alorn watches. You locksend ** ** to Door. Door sends openly ** Oh very much, I am happy to be awake, and Gerren will be happy as well I am sure, doubly so to know that he helped keep the Throne safe and that it will stay that way. ** Alorn says "So you -can- make the repairs..?" Door smiles at Gerren, letting her own magic flow adding lightly to his own, aiding in the shaping. Door sends openly ** Easily. ** Alorn says "Then do so." Door giggles ** Well.. not exactly easily... but yes, I can do it. ** Eveshka looks at Gerren. Eveshka locksends ** Greetings, silent one. ** Around the silent, motionless rockshaper, Door's magic seems to summon up the palest of glows, as if Gerren's senses a sympathetic and stronger power. Otherwise, he remains motionless. Door smiles and closes her eyes, centering and concentrating her magic... 'feeling' the room. Alorn looks to Eveshka, and shrugs. Door may be a ditz, but dammit, she's a POWERFUL ditz. Eveshka blinks at Alorn. To an elf's sense of 'magic feeling', it is clear that ongoing low levels of magic permeate this chamber, sinking down and deep into the rock, seeking out a low-lying fault that threatens to rattle the Mountain if it is allowed to remain untended. As Door begins her search, that low-lying magic is slightly more palpable. Eveshka watches silently as Door works. Door becomes unnaturally still... the only sign that she is not indeed a statue is the strong glow that seeps out into the rock from her. Alorn floats up off the steps, just to be safe. You locksend ** ** to Door. Door's magic twines around Gerren's following it down deep into the stone Alorn turns slightly to look at Eveshka. You locksend ** ** to Door. Eveshka pales slightly. Eveshka's jaw settles slightly. You sense in a locksend, Door touches your mind lightly... a gentle hello... she is here to help... Alorn looks at the floor. You locksend ** ** to Door. Eveshka pales, yet remains silent. Alorn sighs softly. Door reaches with hands that cannot be seen and uses strength that no one would suspect such a fragile looking elf to have... the air feels tight with the amount of power... she reaches for the unsteady rock far far below and away... You locksend ** ** to Door. Alorn shakes her head. Eveshka looks at Gerren, watching Door out of the corner of her eye. No sign of a change in Gerren's still form; the level of palpable magic, however, has risen, mostly flavored with the magic flowing strongly out of Door. [At this point, Alorn disconnects and doesn't come back.] Door pours every ounce of power into the earth, attempting to pull closed the fissure, secure it... her power is more than enough to hold it where you have it... she tries to push it further, to brace it... Door follows her orders whith everything she has You locksend ** ** to Door. Door sends to Gerren... not aware or not carring that her sends are not private (she still doesn't quite get locksends) Door sends openly ** Help me... hold as you have and I shall try to seal it... ** Eveshka watches. You locksend ** ** to Door. Door narrows her focus... letting Gerren brace the rock as she pours everything she has into sealing the fissure... she tightens her thoughts slowly becoming totally unaware of everything but the task at hand. You locksend ** ** to Door. Door coaxes the rock into melding with itself, she re-aligns the grain and weft of the stone... seduces it into an achingly slow dance of re-alignment Reia seems to fade into view from the depths of the cavern. Reia has arrived. Reia wanders into the room, looking happy as she chases after her three pebbles. Eveshka smiles at Reia. Door stands oposite Gerren, statue still, her magic flowing through the rocks of the chamber strongly, even an elf with relatively low magic feeling can feel the hairs on the back of his neck rise at the tension in the air. Eveshka locksends ** Hello Silent One. Do you hear me? ** You locksend ** ** to Eveshka. Eveshka glides close to Gerren. Eveshka locksends ** Silent One... The Awakening has come. You are needed. ** Door ever so carefully and slowly sews the hidden fault line tight... alligning the stones along it to brace and support... Door's body shivers at the intense effort she is expending You locksend to Eveshka, Gerren, if he understands this, gives no response. The sensation of magic, of shaping, continues to thoroughly inundate his mind. You sense in a locksend, Eveshka's sendings begin to merge with the sensation of shaping, feeling almost natural. ** The rock is Right. You are needed elsewhere. ** Reia looks up at Door curiously, pebbles forgotten as she wanders over to the concentrating Elf. Though her pebbles try to get her attention back, 'tagging' her back with little taps. You locksend ** ** to Eveshka. You sense in a locksend, Eveshka's sending merges cleaner. ** The Rock knows. You are needed. Awakening is now... ** Eveshka locksends ** Shaper, Awaken... the Rock needs you elsewhere... We need you.... ** Time passes slowly as the two shapers work at thier tasks, never moving, blinking... there is no clue as to the fact that they are both flesh and blood and not a part of the stone on wich they concentrate. You locksend ** .................? ** to Eveshka. You sense in a locksend, Eveshka's sendings caress over you. ** Awaken, Shaper. Come back to the Mountain..... You are needed..... ** Door secures a thousand tiny hairline fractures painstakingly one at a time... shifting a sub-terranian mountain of rock as slowly as cold honey falls Eveshka glides closer to Gerren. Door's magic flows outward now, blossoming from the fault line to caress the surounding rock... forming subtle butresses and blocks... You sense in a locksend, Eveshka's sending caresses you. ** Gerren? ** Door sends to Gerren, as usual forgetting to locksend ** Release it... just a little... step back and see if it will hold ** You sense in a locksend, Eveshka's sendings come as clear as a crystal stream flowing through the marble. ** Gerren, wak** You locksend, to Eveshka, Door: ** ..................? ** You locksend, to Eveshka, Door: Gerren's awareness flickers... striving to cling to the rock that Door is shaping out from under him. Eveshka glides to Gerren, resting her hand on his cold skin, letting the warmth of her hand warm his face. In an open send, Door reaches out to Gerren ** it is alright... just a small step back to see if it holds... a test. ** Door sends openly ** I am here... feel my presence... I am here to catch you if you fall ** You sense in a locksend, Eveshka's sending is as warm as her hand. ** Gerren.... wake.... the Rock is Right. You are Needed..... ** In an open send, Door touches Gerren's mind with a light caress ** You have worked so long on this shaping... you must be weary, one small moment to relax and see if it will be safe ** Reia loses interest in the goings on, sitting down and pulling her flute out, starting to practice a little tune. Gerren remains motionless, as of yet, but again his mind flickers, vaguely. You locksend, to Eveshka, Door: ** ** Door's magic remains a strong presence in the room as she carefully, slowly ceases to actively shape Door sends openly ** Shh... look... look at what I have done... ** Eveshka locksends ** Come back.... the rock is Safe..... The rock is Right.... Things are not Safe elsewhere..... ** Eveshka puts her other hand on Gerren's other cheek. Her eyes look into his sightless ones. In an open send, Door unfolds her handywork for Gerren to see... she guides him toward it (mentally of course) ** It is safe now... you can let it go ** Door sends openly ** Let go... just a little... if I am wrong there is nothing to fear... I can catch the stone before it falls ** Door is still standing, a motionless counterpart to Gerren, facing him with the Throne between them, her eyes are still closed. Gerren's eyelids shift, ever so slightly. You sense in a locksend, Eveshka's sending touches you gently. ** Gerren, Shaper... the Awakening is now.... Blink, breathe, live...... ** Door sends openly ** Do you see? ** You locksend, to Eveshka, Door: Gerren, it can be sensed, struggles repeatedly to refasten his magic onto the deep-lying fault... but it is no longer there. Confused, his mind slowly, sluggishly whirls... Eveshka locksends ** Gerren..... come to my Sends...... Look into my eyes..... Awaken..... ** In an open send, Door reaches for Gerren's mind ** It is safe... there is no need... you can awaken, work elsewhere... ** Eveshka smiles faintly as she sends to Gerren. Her hands continue to warm his face, her forehead nearly touching his. You locksend, to Eveshka, Door: ** ** Door's magic fades slowly sinking back into herself ** Let it go... return to your self... I am here, you are not alone... awake. It is hard, I know it is... but you will be so glad of it... ** Eveshka locksends ** Don't Shape, old friend..... blink..... look at me..... See..... with your eyes...... Awaken.... ** You locksend ** ......? ** to Eveshka. Door turns the focus of her attention to sending to Gerren... trying to make him notice her presence... Eveshka locksends ** Blink. Look. See. Use your ey... Awaken........ ** Gerren, infinitely slowly, blinks.... just once. Eveshka smiles. You locksend, to Eveshka, Door: ** ** Door sends openly ** Yes... return to waking... you will see so much needs to be done... there is so much to do and see... ** Eveshka locksends ** Awaken. All is Safe..... ** Eveshka's hands continue to warm Gerren's face. Door's sending flows with her own feelings of joy at waking... the indescribable pleasure to be had in the feeling of water against your skin, the sight of the stars and night ** So much to do... you are free to awake now... ** You locksend, to Eveshka, Door: Gerren sends disjointed, worried flashes.... the walls! Something's wrong, he can't let the walls fall... Eveshka locksends ** Blink, old friend. See with your eyes.... Awaken..... the walls are Safe.... they will not fall.... they -can- not fall. ** Door sends delicate calm and comfort ** The walls will not fall... I am here and I will not let them... you are free to release them... we are all safe, you have done a great service and now we are all safe and you can awaken again ** Eveshka gently touches her forehead to Gerren's looking into his eyes. Eveshka locksends ** Awaken..... the walls are Right. The Rock knows...... So do you..... ** You locksend, to Eveshka, Door: Gerren's mind flickers once more, a faint spark of magic trying once more to do its appointed task, but yet again, Door's stronger, securer power gives him nothing on which to latch. Uncertainly, he pauses in the attempt to shape... just enough for the call for him to wake to penetrate a little more deeply into his haze. Door's sending is gilded with the simplicity and purity of a childs and the calm assurance of one who knows the secret wisperings of stone perhaps even better than her own soul. Gerren's eyes fall heavily shut, and half-flicker again before remaining closed. Eveshka locksends ** Open your eyes, Shaper. Open them on a new Awakening....brRH.... Awake, Gerren. ** Door sends openly ** ** rest ** your task is done. ** Gerren's thin form slowly tenses, as if in startlement... then, without his magic to hold him steady, he just as slowly crumples forward against the back of the Throne. Eveshka catches Gerren easily, pulling him back. Eveshka lowers the Shaper to the floor, sending. ** Open your eyes..... ** Door smiles ** Good waking, shaper ** Eveshka locksends ** Waken....... to Life........ ** You locksend, to Eveshka, Door: ** ** Door disentangles herself from the shaping wearily... her energy all but completely spent. Eveshka locksends ** Are you there, old friend? ** Gerren remains crumpled where Eveshka places him, arms splayed out ungracefully beside him. A spark or two flickers about his fingers, as if his magic of its own accord tries to resume contact with the stone of the floor. You locksend ** <...> ** to Eveshka. Eveshka takes his hands into hers, rubbing warmth into them. Door blinks, and smiles seeing Gerren is no longer standing in front of her Eveshka locksends ** Send to me..... what is your Name? Send, old friend..... ** Door releases her hold on the stone and sinks to sit on the floor. Door sends openly ** Rest... all will be clearer soon, Alorn and Eveshka will take care of you, just as Alorn and Milani cared for me when I was awoken. ** Eveshka locksends ** Send, my old friend...... Send me your Name...... ** Reia looks over at the crumpled elf from her fluteplaying, distracted. You locksend to Eveshka, Gerren's mind reels, feeling frightened, almost, without the rockshaping magic rooting it in place. Slowly, your sending coaxes a response out of him, though his thoughts move sluggishly, as of yet. Name....? He... he is.... Door streaches out on the floor to peak behind the Throne at Gerren and Eveshka. Eveshka's gaze is locked to Gerren's form. Eveshka locksends ** Come, old friend...... you Know who you Are...... ** Eveshka continues to rub Gerren's hands. Door sends openly ** Isn't it strange to see with your own eyes again? ** Door smiles, remembering clearly how it was for her ** So confusing and bright... ** You locksend to Eveshka, Gerren ponders this for a seemingly infinite amount of time, before finally finding something in his disjointed awareness onto which he can latch. He... knows, yes... he is... Eveshka locksends ** Tell me your Name...... Send, old friend.......... ** Gerren, lying in a heap beside Eveshka, his eyes closed, seems to have no opinion on Door's eagerly sent questions. Door sends openly ** He should have a bath, some new clothes and then something to eat and a nice long sleep. ** You locksend to Eveshka, Gerren answers at last, a sensation that flows slowly through his head, sounding almost like an echo of his spoken voice: ** I...... am...... Ger...... ren...... ** Eveshka nods, though Gerren cannot see it. Eveshka locksends ** Then, Gerren, open your eyes and See...... ** Door lies where she is on the floor... quite exausted in her own right. Zichri has arrived. Gerren's eyelids shift, but do not open. Zichri floats in.... You locksend ** See...? I... tired... ** to Eveshka. Eveshka is holding Gerren's form as he lies on the floor. She holds his hands, looking into his face. Door is lying on the floor nearby, watching Eveshka and Gerren wearily. Eveshka locksends ** I know....... you must stay awake.... open your eyes, Gerren........ ** Zichri quietly watches from a distance.. Gerren's eyes open a slit, revealing a dull and exhausted blue gaze. Eveshka smiles down at Gerren. ** Hello ** Reia watches the goings-on with a bored expression, and goes back to her flute. In an open send, Door sends a soft comfort toward Gerren, a simple smile and sense of well-being. Zichri frowns at a send.... Gerren stares muzzily upward, trying to focus on Eveshka's face, the only thing in his immediate line of sight -- as it's too much effort to try to turn his head. The vaguest of frowns creases his brow. ** J....as....ma.....el? ** Eveshka locksends ** Are you hungry? ** Eveshka smiles, shaking her head. ** I am Eveshka.... ** Door has no idea that Gerren's experience is at all different from her own of course. Gerren sends openly ** Wh....ere....Jas.....ma.....el? ** Door sends an introduction since that's what Eveshka did ** I am Door... if you need anything of me, just ask. ** Zichri frowns and gets a little angry at a rather sarcastic send... Door sends openly ** Who is Jasmael? Have I met her? ** Eveshka smiles at Gerren. ** Hush, all will be well. Are you hungry? ** Door pillows her head on her arm tiredly, being nice and comfortable on the floor. Gerren's mental presence flickers vaguely as Door sends; an image ripples through his head, of Jasmael and the silver streak in her dark auburn hair. ** ** Door sends openly ** You are doing very well Gerren... your mind must be stronger than mine. ** Eveshka holds Gerren's hands in her own. ** Shhhhh..... All will be well...... ** Door tries to remember if she has seen anyone looking like that... but of course cannot ** I am not sure... I do not know many things ** Eveshka looks over to Zichri. ** Will you go get Gerren some food? ** Door rolls her head slightly to look at the child who just sent to her, she smiles tiredly ** I am resting on the floor. ** Gerren's hands hang limply in Eveshka's, as he struggles to form a frown. But his consciousness wavers; easier to close his eyes. So tired. Zichri looks to Eveshka... He does not get things for people... and states simply.. *No.* Door sends openly ** Rest friend... there is time enough for worries later. ** Eveshka holds Gerren up. ** No... you need food and a bath first. Then you can sleep. ** Reia stops playing her flute, bored with that too... her pebbles pelt her in the back of her head, trying to get her attention back. She giggles, resuming playing tag around the hall with the three floating pebbles. Gerren's eyes clamp closed as Eveshka lifts him, and the world promptly spins dizzily around him. ** .... ** Eveshka looks at Zichri, her grey eyes sharp. ** Then perhaps it is time you learned some manners. Will you please get him some food? ** Eveshka Eveshka is somewhat different, and her eyes are what reflect this change the most. Shadowed and grey, they watch you, but it is more of a resigned look than before. Her emerald bodysuit and black skirt still fit her the same, but she wears it differently. Her overall appearance is tired, and weary of something, but it is uncertain what. Reia A small girl-child, perhaps almost five turns of age. Huge smoke blue eyes watch you with an almost unfathomable curiosity, wondering if you are here to play with her or hold her. Her hair is dark auburn-brown, faintly touched with silver visable only to the most observant. She wears a jumpsuit made from blue leather the exact color of her eyes, set with soft white fur along her cuffs and collar. When she moves, she goes with determination, ready to discover and grab anything not fastened to the ground, and pull up everything that *is*. Zichri A young elfin child, perhaps three or four turns of the seasons old. His small face still bears the chubbiness of a newborn, but also a hint of the delicate features he has inherited from his parents. His large, deep blue eyes take in the sights around him, everything viewed in wonder and held in his great respect. His head and small pointed ears are covered in thick hair as dark as night. He is dressed in the finest Glider cloth, a loosly fitting suit of night blue stuff that shines softly, and white boots. Door This fragile looking elf stares out at the world with wide, trusting, grey eyes. Her skin is impossibly pale contrasted with the glossy blue black feathers of her low-cut bodice. Delicate chains of pearls, barely lighter than her skin, weave about her shoulders and criss cross down the deep vee back. After her tiny waist, Door's bodice flares out anchoring a soft blue skirt that is slit on each side to the hip for ease of movement. Tall as all her tribe, she seems thin even for a glider, as if a careless puff of wind could carry her off. Her soft poof of blonde hair has been tamed, held back by three small braids woven with pearls. Eveshka comforts Gerren. ** All is well. I won't move you so fast again. ** Door giggles to herself ** He has been shaping a long time... he needs his sleep ** Eveshka looks to Door. ** He needs food more. Food and then sleep. Both will help. ** Door sends openly ** But he has to wait till he is settled.. I can sleep now I think. ** Zichri looks back at her, rather suprised she talked to him like that.. and replies *No.* and then tomake sure she hears "No." Eveshka's eyes flare a bit angrily. ** Zichri, your mother asked me to wake him. Shall I tell her -you- stood in my way? ** Gerren, with barely enough strength to frown, much less move, peers blearily at Eveshka as he slumps in her grasp. If he is aware of either Door or the children, he doesn't show it, as he blinks rapidly. Consciousness. What a concept. Door smiles contented with her days work and drifting off to sleep already as she's laying there on the floor. Eveshka holds Gerren, moving him slowly to a more comfortable position. ** Calm, old friend... don't try too much... ** Zichri thinks about it for a moment... Reia hides behind Zichri from her pursuing pebbles for a moment, before zipping off gigglign. Gerren sends weakly, ** Jas... ** And then, a little more firmly, ** Jas... mael. Where...? ** Eveshka smiles gently. ** Shhh..... all will be well..... ** Reia looks curiously over at Gerren. "Who's J'smel?" Door sends a pleasant haze, but she is already dozing and doesnot answer. Zichri eye's open widely... she wouldnt dare... but then... Door did a lot of work today... she needs her rest. Too bad she doesn't have a room *chuckle* Eveshka eyes Zichri, her eyes dark and angry. ** Go. ** Zichri crosses his arms at his chest, and turns and floats out... Gerren's blurred gaze drifts slightly, to Reia, and a flicker of puzzlement crosses his face as he sees her. Something....? But whatever thought crosses his headsubsides as he insists plaintively to Eveshka, ** Jas.... ma... el... find... where? ** Door sleeps soundly, curled up in front of the throne. Zichri slowly disappears into what may be a southwest passage. Zichri has left. Eveshka holds Gerren gently. ** Shhh.... Everything is well.... just rest..... soon, you will have food.... ** Reia watches Gerren not answer her, and that gives her pebbles enough time to 'tag' her and zip off. She giggles, and pursues after the pebbles. Gerren still frowns, not understanding why he cannot get an answer. Where is she...? He needs to know she's safe... But he doesn't communicate this, and as Eveshka soothes him, his head lolls back along her arm, his eyes falling shut again. Eveshka coaxes Gerren. ** Open your eyes.... you can sleep soon..... food is coming.... ** Zichri seems to come in from one of the many surrounding halls, to the east, maybe. Zichri has arrived. Gerren responds, but only slowly, only after several moments. Eveshka looks at Zichri. ** Well? ** Zichri floats back in... carrying a tray with some berries and a few small pieces of smoked meat... Eveshka reaches out her hand. In an open send, Zichri sends angrily **Here it is** and purposely stays a few feet out of EVe's reach. Eveshka's eyes darken at Zichri. Zichri stays where he is... he was forced to get it... but he doesnt have to hand it to her... why didnt she get the girl to get it... Eveshka sends openly ** Zichri - I am over here... are you blind? ** Reia runs by Zichri again, in pursuit of the pebbles. Zichri floats towards Eve, and almost gets bumped by Reia and accidentally drops the food.... Eveshka's eyes turn black. ** Go get more. ** Zichri shakes his head... **He can eat it** Eveshka turns her gaze cold, and stares at the insolent child. ** I will make you eat it first. Go get him more. And do not drop it this time. ** Zichri looks over to Reia, "Why she no get it" Eveshka's send is dark. ** Because I. Asked. You. ** Reia whees! to herself, blissfully playing. Zichri moves back... no one sent to him like that before..a smidgeon of fear within shows... and he turns and goes... Zichri slowly disappears into what may be a southeast passage. Zichri has left. Eveshka turns to Gerren, her eyes lightening, a smile playing on her face. ** How are you, old friend? ** Gerren blinks once, looking bemused. ** Ti...red... ** Eveshka smiles. ** I'll let you sleep soon. Can you sit? ** Gerren again manages a vague worried frown. ** I... don't... know... ** And again: ** Where's... Jas... mael....? ** Zichri seems to come in from one of the many surrounding halls, to the northwest, maybe. Zichri has arrived. Eveshka looks at Zichri, her expression unreadably stern. Zichri returns with another tray, and upon it are a variety of berries.... Zichri avoids her glare... Eveshka eyes the plate. ** If those are dreamberries, go back. ** Reia runs by Zichri again, this time swiping several berries off the tray as she goes. Zichri sets the tray a foot away from her, and backs up across the room... Reia sits down beside the throne, popping berries. ** Yum! ** Eveshka reaches out to the tray, and finds only sweetberries. Eveshka smiles, and levitates the plate closer. Zichri sits down as far as he can be away from the accursed one... who mealy sent to him, and dared to be mean to him... Eveshka sends openly ** Very good Zichri. Would you be so kind as to bring Gerren some meat and water? ** Eveshka helps Gerren sit up, offering a berry to his lips. Gelnah glances around slightly. Eveshka, focused on Gerren, fails to notice Gelnah. Zichri stares at the ground, avoiding her gaze... and quietly says "No." Gelnah says "Raises a brow **He wakes?**" Eveshka snaps her head around to Zichri, her eyes suddenly black. Her voice, low and rough cuts the silence of the room. "Zichri, if you do not help me I shall be forced to tell your mother that you stood in the way." Gerren gives another slow, exhausted blink, where he lies crumpled in Eveshka's lap, and after several long moments, seems to realize her intention. With an effort, he swallows the offered berry, and with another effort, bites once -- jerking in unconsicous startlement as sweet fluid inundates the moisture-starved tissues of his mouth. Eveshka sends openly ** Indeed, Gelnah. ** Eveshka smiles, as Gerren reacts to the berry. ** Good...... slowly, now..... ** Zichri gets up, and runs out of the room..... Zichri slowly disappears into what may be a east passage. Zichri has left. Reia regards you for a moment. Gerren coughs it down, his face going paler -- if possible -- with the amount of strength that cost him. Gelnah sends openly ** Are you sure this is wise? ** Eveshka caresses Gerren's face. ** Careful..... slowly now.... ** She holds another berry close. Eveshka sends openly ** It is done, wise or no. ** Reia scoots over to the pair, and looks down at Gerren's face. Right *in* Gerren's face. "Who're you?" Gerren can't seem to decide whether to keep his eyes open or closed, but Eveshka manages to coax another berry down him. And he coughs again... then blinks blearily as Reia suddenly appears in his immediate line of sight. Eveshka smiles, and gently moves Reia back a bit. ** Careful, young one... ** Reia blinkblinks curiously and lets herself be moved back. Gerren answers in bone-weary slowness, once more distracted by the young girl, ** I... am... Gerren... ** Eveshka offers Gerren another berry. ** Come on..... ** Reia giggles. "Gerren! Reia says hi!" Gerren stares muzzily at Reia, berry forgotten. Should he know this child? ** You... I... don't... remember... ** Eveshka blinks, frowning slightly. ** Gerren, you need to eat, old friend... ** Reia giggles. "Reia's little!" Gerren doesn't answer Eveshka, staring yet at the little girl -- and her dark auburn hair. ** You... when...? H-how... long? ** For the first time, he manages to move, suddenly and weakly grasping at Eveshka as he looks once more up at her. ** How... long? J-Jasmael, where? ** Eveshka gently puts a berry to Gerren's lips, letting the moisture tantalize him. Reia looks puzzled at Gerren, not understanding the question. Eveshka blinks suddenly. ** Shhh..... everything will be well... Once you have rested, I will tell you everything. ** Eveshka caresses Gerren's cheek. ** You are tired..... perhaps Sleep is good now..... ** Gerren ignores the third berry, looking weakly but frantically between Eveshka and Reia. ** Who's... whose... child? Looks like... Jasmael, where's... Jasmael? How long.... 've I been...? ** Reia cocks her head to the side, and points at the throne. Reia sends openly ** Mommy Winnywill. ** Eveshka sighs softly. Gerren blinks several times at Reia, thunderstruck. Gerren sends feebly, ** Not... our child...? But... ** He turns his head, or at least tries to, as if convinced that Jasmael is here somewhere and he has only to look in order to find her. Eveshka locksends ** Reia is Jasmael's daughter. Winnowill has been raising her.... as Jasmael was kidnapped...... ** Eveshka holds Gerren close, knowing what his reaction is to be... Gerren blinks. Eveshka locksends ** Reia is your daughter, old friend. ** Gerren blinks again, once more thunderstruck. Gerren manages, ** My d... ** And then blurts frantically, belatedly registering another concept sent him, ** Jasmael's gone? ** He almost manages to sit up, fumbling at Eveshka for support. Reia asks curiously, "Who's J'smel?" Eveshka supports Gerren. Door is still curled up on the floor sleeping soundly. Gerren cries exhaustedly to Eveshka, ** Can't be gone... can't be...! ** And at Reia's voice, he stiffens, his gaze shooting back to the little girl. Transfixed, he stares at her. ** You... daughter? Look like her... so much time, I need to find... ** Eveshka soothes Gerren. ** Calm, old friend. Rest.... sleep, and in the morning pick up your life... ** Door smiles in her sleep, blissfully ignorant of Gerren's distress. Gerren's sending reels even as he struggles a moment or two in trying to convince his body that he really does want it to sit up, but it's having none of _that_ foolishness. Eveshka smiles, sensing Gerren's exhaustion. ** Come... we should go to your rooms.... You need a change of scenery... ** Gerren continues staring at Reia, eyes turning suspiciously damp. Reia's pebbles bap her on the head. She raises her hands to cover her head, standing up and running away, giggling. Gelnah glides up into the air. Gelnah has left. Gerren mumbles, ** M' daughter...? ** Belatedly, he blinks up at Eveshka, and groans a little in protest. ** Wan' Jas'mel... ** His send starts to slur. Reia looks curiously at Gerren. "Reia's father's dead, mother said so." Eveshka sends openly ** Not so, Reia... Gerren is your father. ** Reia shakes her head. "Reia's father's dead." Eveshka smiles gently. ** Reia... Gerren is your father.... He has been - indisposed, not dead. ** Reia shakes her head. "Not Gerren. Mother said father's dead." Gerren lets out a tiny sound somewhere between a squeak and a gasp, and his entire expression crumples at the child's calm denial. Unable to formulate a clear thought now, much less speak or send, he just stares, his eyes welling over in tears. Eveshka hugs Gerren close. ** Reia, Gerren is your father.... Believe me.... I will not lie to you. ** Reia says "Mother wouldn't lie to Reia." Eveshka chuckles softly. ** She lied to me.... threw my parents out of the Mountain... ** Reia shakes her head. "mother wouldn't lie to Reia," she repeats insistantly. Gerren blinks once, then once again, unable to comprehend the enormity of what he's hearing. But slowly, one thought settles in his head, and he sends tinily, defeatedly, ** Lord... Winnowill... would not... lie... ** Eveshka looks at the child, and speaks out loud. "Why not? She's not your mother." Gerren, with that, unceremoniously faints. Eveshka turns to Gerren. ** She does, when it suits Her. ** Reia frowns at Eveshak, standing up. "Reia's mother IS Winnywill!" Eveshka looks at Gerren, sadly. Reia watches Gerren go unconscious. Eveshka sends without looking up. ** Your mother is Jasmael. Not Winnowill. ** Reia ignores Eveshka, looking curiously at Gerren. Gerren lies limply in Eveshka's grasp, his features gone slack. Eveshka gently picks the unconsious Gerren up, intending to carry him to his chambers. [Eveshka carries Gerren off to...] Sleeping Niche(#5404R) Shadows seem to like to linger here, and along with the filmy curtains that surround this sleeping place and the scents of the candles in the room, combine to weave a subtle languor in this niche among the stone. The furs beneath you are soft, the feather-stuffed pillows pliant and yielding... you almost want to never get up, but rather to always lie here and dream.... Contents: Reia Eveshka a metal statuette Obvious exits: Room Eveshka sets Gerren down gently. Reia climbs up into the niche, loking curiously at Gerren. a metal statuette This piece of metal gives no clue as to its previous form; now it is shaped, by a self-taught metalshaper, to resemble a pair of elves. The first elf, with long wavy hair to the middle of his back, sits with the second on his lap. The second elf, with longer hair held back by a headband, wears a long gown, and smiles just slightly. The figures resemble the lifemated pair Gerren and Jasmael, as well as can be done with the limited skills of the metalshaper and the nature of the monocolor material. Gerren is dropped, his form falling bonelessly along the long-unused bed. A bit of dust wafts up at the light impact of his body on the furs. Eveshka resists the urge to sneeze, then brushes dust away. ** I shall have to dust, I see... ** Reia does in fact sneeze. *chf* Eveshka smiles, and pulls a fur over Gerren. ** Sleep, old friend. Your long night is finally over... ** Gerren, as gently urged, sleeps, or at least seems to, seeming pale and insubstantial under the fur. Reia hops up from the niche, and wanders outside. Reia pushes aside the curtains and moves out into the room. Reia has left. In the room, Reia emerges through the curtains concealing the sleeping niche. In the room, Reia has arrived. In the room, Reia moves out of the chamber and back into the twists of the Mountain. In the room, Reia has left. Eveshka finds a long white taper, and lights it. Setting it beside the bed, she whispers out loud "High Ones, keep watch where no one else can... Return to us a whole elf-man." The light flickers dimly in the dusty chamber, casting shadows over Gerren's face. Eveshka pauses, then nods to herself, deciding to remain in case Gerren should awaken in terror.... or something else.... Eveshka smiles to herself... gently sending to Gerren.... trying to sense the locks that Winnowill has placed. Gerren remains in exhausted slumber; skimming the surface of his mind, you can sense mostly weariness, and grief. His body still aches for its unexpected separation from the rock, and his mind whirls with the import of Reia's identity and Jasmael's unknown whereabouts. Eveshka, not being a healer, can only try to soothe the pains of the body. She lightly touches your spirit with a gentle thought-whisper of ** Peace ** In the room, Reia approaches through the archway leading in from the hallways of the Mountain. In the room, Reia has arrived. In the room, Reia slips through the curtains to the sleeping niche. In the room, Reia has left. Reia slips in through the curtains. Reia has arrived. Eveshka looks at the child. Reia wanders back in, hopping onto the edge of the niche, looking bored. You sense in a locksend, Eveshka gently nudges your mind. ** Will you let me help? ** You locksend ** ** to Eveshka. You sense in a locksend, Eveshka's sending is gentle, yet persistant. ** Will you let me help? ** You locksend ** ** to Eveshka. You sense in a locksend, Eveshka's sending just barely brushes you. ** Will you let me help? ** You locksend ** ** to Eveshka. Eveshka locksends ** I can help you.... we will search for Jasmael together.... ** You locksend to Eveshka, Gerren's mind, you can sense, whirls dazedly. Strong in him is the need for Jasmael's presence, but equally strong is the fear that she's vanished out into the Outside, from which he instinctively shudders. Vague memories deep in his head... though oddly remote... chime through his thoughts, with fragments of reminders that he should not go Outside. You sense in a locksend, Eveshka's mind touches your's gently. A memory of sunlight, and blue sky.... the Outside, lovely and beautiful..... Gently, Eveshka searches for signs of Winnowill, searching... trying to calm, and ease fears... ** I am sure Jasmael is well, and awaiting you... ** You locksend ** ** to Eveshka. Gerren shifts slightly, his mouth tightening in a look of strain. You sense in a locksend, Eveshka's mind touches yours. Gently, her memories of kind and gentle things caress your pained memories. You get the feeling Eveshka knows what can happen in the Cage... the games that destroy you... but those are past..... Here and now, there is peace..... You locksend ** ** to Eveshka. You sense in a locksend, Eveshka's mind agrees with yours. Peace and tranquility flow through you, and her mind searches deeper... looking for any sign of Winnowill..... You locksend ** ** to Eveshka. Milani locksends ** Gerren? ** You locksend ** ** to Milani. You sense in a locksend, Eveshka's mind reflects your happiness, and she gently removes any blocks that may interfere with these memories... Cautiously, she looks for darker, older spots... evidence of tampering.... You sense in a locksend, Milani sends again, more of a questing for a location than a sending meant to wake you, she's looking for the direction of the mind she's touching. Eveshka pauses in her sending, to look up. You locksend ** ** to Eveshka. You sense in a locksend, Eveshka's mind searches closer, curiously... You locksend ** ** to Eveshka. You sense in a locksend, Eveshka's mind brushes closer, cautious, curious... You locksend ** ** to Eveshka. In the room, Azeure approaches through the archway leading in from the hallways of the Mountain. In the room, Azeure has arrived. In the room, Azeure slips through the curtains to the sleeping niche. In the room, Azeure has left. Azeure slips in through the curtains. Azeure has arrived. You sense in a locksend, Eveshka's mind probes gently at the wall, looking for a way through it without disturbing it. Azeure glides in slowly, remaining quiet as he moves to Eveshka's side. Eveshka is sitting on the bed, watching Gerren. She is obviously locked in sending to him. Gerren lies under a fur, pale of face, his hair lank and disheveled about his head. You locksend ** ** to Eveshka. You sense in a locksend, Eveshka's mind probes about, looking for a crack, or a spot above it, maybe to the sides, or below it.... anything at all to get around it without removing it. Eveshka stiffens. You locksend ** ** You sense in a locksend, Eveshka's mind offers a ram for the wall... an image of Sar and Arista in the field brfore the Mountain, giving Jasmael's unconsious body to a Cat Elf... followed by Winnowill doing nothing to punish them for thier actions..... You locksend ** ** to Eveshka. Azeure locksends ** My faithful friend.. you have served the mountain well these turns in selfless service, come now with us and take back your family. ** You locksend ** ** to Eveshka. You sense in a locksend, Eveshka sends harder, an image of her own mother being thrown out of the Mountain with nothing but rags as clothing. Her father gliding out after, Eveshka as a child screaming in Winnowill's arms. You locksend ** ** to Eveshka. You sense in a locksend, Eveshka's mind beats against the wall with new fury... images of Winnowill forcing the young child-Eveshka into the Cage... shutting memory after memory away, and laughing as she did so. Burning out any memory of her parents until they were names without faces..... images of Winnowill hurting Lord Voll with a single send...... of Winnowill twisting Neela to her will, crushing a gentle Glider until he emerged, hating..... Gerren winces, faintly, his breath rattling in his throat. Azeure smiles a bit and glances towards Vesh You locksend ** ** to Eveshka. Eveshka's face is strained, and tears flow openly down her cheeks. You sense in a locksend, Eveshka batters the wall as if it were Winnowill herself, trying not to harm Gerren, yet trying desperately against the wall..... Azeure goes home. Azeure has left. Eveshka regards you for a moment. You sense in a locksend, Eveshka's mind probes the wall again, searching, testing.... [Log ends here, as both Gerren and Eveshka's players needed to sleep.]