Log RP date: Early March 1995 Log Summary: Winnowill, working with Gerren's 'Feather' personality, rebuilds Gerren's broken mind -- causing 'Feather' to vanish and Gerren to emerge into a much saner state. Log Intro: Intent upon convincing Gerren and Jasmael that they have Recognized, Winnowill uses her magic to make them conceive a child -- and to purify it. However, in her search for Gerren's soulname, Jasmael begins to discover evidence of his mind's having been tampered with by Winnowill; remembering that Gerren had once had another personality, an innocent child called 'Feather', Jasmael starts trying to resurrect this persona in his head. Later, she plans to convince the Preserver Dewdrop to wrapstuff Gerren, so that she can get him out of the Mountain and out of Winnowill's clutches, but this backfires after Alorn convinces her to talk to Winnowill instead. However, Startoucher, drawn to the Mountain for his own reasons, intervenes: he heals Jasmael of Winnowill's influence, but causes a mental breakdown in Gerren. 'Feather' resurfaces in Gerren's mind, alerting Winnowill that Gerren's mind needs healing. With this in mind, the Lord of the Mountain comes to visit 'Feather'.... ---------- Winnowill enters your room, her gown in her hand, only wearing her soft black under garments, looking calm, collected, but above all else, weary Gerren sits perched on one end of his bed, bouncing up and down lightly. He hops up, though, as you enter, and pipes in a very proper sort of mode, ** Greetings, Lord Winnowill! ** Winnowill sets down the gown near the door and walks towards you, placing her palms on her now bare hips, "You have Jasmael quite worried, you realize that?" her tone is soft, though has its conviction Winnowill The Lord of Blue Mountain, Winnowill, commands attention and an uneasy respect for her position and power with a dark, unruly glare from shimmering, crystalline eyes of blue. Neatly brushed and trimmed raven black hair, parted in the center and adorned with a crown over her forehead, falls down in a neat cascade against her back and shoulders. Her lithe, nimble and tall body is regal and elegant, masked with a constant sinister and dry smirk. Her very pale skin is dampened and saturated with a lustrous blue, translucent silk gown. The gown sleeves her arms to the wrist, covering her shoulders and then opens up along her sides, front and back with long slashes. Billowing out near her ankles, the gown clings to her waist, stomach and chest. Beneath the gown, she wears a form fitting garment of the softest leather. The undergarment is strapped over her shoulders, covering her chest with a slender "V" down the center, tapering at her waist. A strip of leather falls from the front and backside at waist level, making the gown less revealing and more suggestive. Black ankle boots are firmly laced against her slender feet and ankles, adorned with decorations made from feathers affixed to small pieces of metal. Her crown, sitting firmly on her head, has similar articles at her temples and several more hanging from her ears. Lord Winnowill holds herself with a cold certainty. Her face is as smooth as glass - just as sharp, just as precise. Carrying: Channel Lock descer for winny Feather Earrings Gerren's face falls, and he nods mournfully. ** Uh-huh! But she asked me to come out an' help Gerren, and she's my friend! ** Winnowill looks about for some place to sit, "May as well get comfortable then, this may take sometime. Do you know what we are going to do tonight?" Gerren shyly offers a pillow or two from the opposite end of the bed, and makes room as he plops lightly down on the floor with one of the pillows. ** Uh-uh. ** Winnowill takes the pillow and sets it down delicately in front of you. She crosses her legs and in one motion is on the pillow, legs folded together Winnowill says "I want to make Gerren whole again. I spoke with Jasmael and will do it in a way that she would approve of." Gerren agrees gravely, ** Gerren needs to be whole. He lost his soulname again. ** Winnowill folds her hands together, "And, we need to decide what to do with you. Where you need to be in his mind. Either back where you were, or in a new place." Gerren blinks at that, but answers promptly, ** I came out of the center. Where Gerren's soulname is. ** Winnowill nods, "Do you think that this time, you should not be so hidden away? Yes, you would be where his soulname is, but also in a place where you know more about what is going on, able to prevent this from happening again? Gerren's brow furrows, and he tilts his head, looking confused. ** How come? ** Winnowill says "I am asking you, is that something you would like? I am giving you a choice, Feather, so you have more say in what happens." Gerren sends quite firmly, ** Gerren has to be whole again. That's what I want! ** Winnowill nods calmly, "Alright, but there are some things that you need to consider before I begin. Whole like he was before this happened, where he was Recognized with Jasmael, or whole, where he is all himself, and not Recognized to Jasmael? Gerren purses his lips and rocks on the pillow. But his gaze is very wide and earnest as he tells you, ** Gerren wasn't Recognized to Jasmael! ** Gerren adds, ** 'Cause she doesn't know his soulname an' he doesn't know hers. ** Winnowill nods calmly, "I see, I thought you two had. Allow me to explicate. I tried to make it possible for you to exchange soulnames with Jasmael, so the both of you would think you had Recognized. Now, Gerren has the child with Jasmael." Winnowill says "And you need to decide this. Build Gerren's mind again, thinking he has recognized Jasmael but does not have her soulname yet (OOC, yeah, sounds self defeating, oh well) or build him up out of only his memories for Jasmael?" Winnowill glances over you carefully, inhales deeply, and then says, "I am going to make this easy for you and Gerren. I will enter his mind and you will assume your position, protecting the center. Starting there, you will tell me the important experiences he has had, and the emotions he has had. I will place these about the center, and you will slowly become encapsulated within, while Gerren slowly emerges." Gerren blinkblinks at all this, and sends timidly, ** It would be fibbing to make Gerren think something that isn't true. ** Winnowill shakes her head slowly, "No, it isn't. This is something I can do for Gerren, for you. He loves Jasmael very much, and if he is Recognized, he can have a child with her. Right now, Jasmael has his child already, so what will he think when he realizes he is not Recognized to her?" Gerren hangs his head. ** Gerren loves Jasmael an' th' baby. ** Gerren fidgets. ** It's not right to tell fibs to Gerren. It makes him dreamyheaded. ** Winnowill reaches out her hand and touches your cheek, shifting closer to you. "Alright, then we won't put that in there." Gerren's cheek, despite his childlike demeanor, is still that of a lean young male elf - subtly incongruous with his innocent gaze. He nods slowly. You sense in a locksend, Winnowill's mind reaches into the chaos of your mind, moving towards the center. ** Now, show me where the center is, Feather. ** Her sending is very gentle, very well controlled. At the same time, her eyes meet with yours in a hypnotic way. There is the same hints and echoes of pleasure in her sending, though not quite so strong as previously done. You locksend to Winnowill, Gerren's mind is a swirl of random fragments of consciousness, lit by the small bright spark that is 'Feather'; in Gerren's mind, she is a young girl, with soft long brown hair and big blue eyes. She floats, and points off down darkened, symbol-ridden twists. ** That way! ** Winnowill meets your eyes, her face determined but softened. Her palm cups your cheek, her face very close to yours as she leans closer, making her contact more suited for one over extended periods of time. Gerren seems to relax, the stance of a child in the company of a trusted elder. You sense in a locksend, Winnowill follows 'Feather', her sending creating what could very well be a 'boundary', a place that will lead between the center and the outside. You locksend ** <'Feather' glides, her passage illuminating occasional memory-images. Gerren, shaping. Gerren among the trolls. Gerren and Nhiante. There's even images of Feather herself and one of Nhiante's other selves.> ** to Winnowill. Winnowill places her other hand on your shoulder, ensuring that you are steady and do not slump backwards. You sense in a locksend, Winnowill's mind reaches in, following Feather, clearing the spiralling thoughts and memories away to the sides, leaving the boundary clear behind her. << Traces of healing magic bleed through her hands. >> Gerren's face shows tiny signs of strain - recent, or long-term? There are miniscule lines at the corners of his eyes, and slightly darkened hollows there, too. But his features are tranquil, now. Winnowill's hands continue to leak healing magic into you, her eyes steadfastly locked with yours. Winnowill locksends ** When you get to the center, Feather, you must be near his very soul itself << soulname >> ** You sense in a locksend, Winnowill takes notice of the larger, and consequently, more important memories and experiences. You locksend ** ** to Winnowill. Gerren, unlike the last time your magic washed through him, remains clear-eyed and alert, watching you in innocent solemnity. You sense in a locksend, Winnowill follows Feather into this place and looks for any remainders of the silvery white veins. Any she finds, she removes. You locksend ** ** to Winnowill. You sense in a locksend, Winnowill takes special interests in these sparks, watching them carefully. She watches Feather as well and then looks back through the boundary she has created coming into Gerren's mind. She finds specific 'good' instances of Gerren's memories of Winnowill and Jasmael. Although tedious, she takes her time, sending closely into you, her own mind melding, becoming one with yours. These memories, she lends mental images of stones - building blocks. During the process of being so close with Gerren, of sending so much in an attempt to rebuild him, glimpses of Winnowill's own mind, the deeper places, the bottom, the end of the abyss of her thoughts, are seen. These are thoughts of Gerren specifically, bubbles within the murky depths. Where the bubbles are formed, they are pure, love and well being, but as they rise, they become clouded with other things, other thoughts, other memories that are not so clear or readily understood. Winnowill's hand tightens at your shoulder, her palm caressing your cheek. She leans closer until her face is almost against yours, and body making contact with yours. You locksend ** ** to Winnowill. You sense in a locksend, Winnowill waits until Feather leaves these sparks, and then through her intense sending, the melding of her mind with Gerren, moves these closer, lending them the same image of building stones. Each of these stones are intricately carved and very solid, fitting tightly together in the areas that she does piece them together You locksend ** ** to Winnowill. Winnowill leans against you, drawing you closer to her. Her eyes show determination, though her face is relaxed. Gerren obediently curls up against your shoulder. The state of his body is perhaps inconsequential compared to the state of his mind, though nevertheless the information is there to be read; he is too thin, as if he has in recent months striven for nourishment in little more than your sending and his own magic. You sense in a locksend, Winnowill's mind flashes glimpses in response to yours, her own thoughts exposed to you. Thoughts of Voll's original vision and of her own pain, how she gave the Gliders the opportunity of the outside, an opportunity to use her magic. A chance to avoid stagnation. But these were refused. The abyss had been created. She now brings each virtuous memory and experience, showing them to Feather, as if to let her know, and then with the thought shaping power of her sending and closeness, creates each new building stone, giving it the texture and archaic design. Fitting it into place. You locksend ** ** to Winnowill. Without the rest of her gown, Winnowill's skin is still warm. She gathers you into her arms and holds you against her chest, still keeping contact with your eyes. Gerren's regard is achingly open, trusting - a child's faith in those blue depths. You sense in a locksend, Winnowill moves to the end of the hall within the send and places several of the blocks there, of herself, of Jasmael, and of the memories of Voll that seem so important. She begins to fashion a wall out of these. You sense in a locksend, Winnowill sends her own thoughts specifically to Feather, the wall is safety for her and Gerren, for his thoughts. Only Jasmael and herself can know what lies beyond without slowly taking it all apart. You locksend ** ** to Winnowill. You sense in a locksend, Winnowill sends gently now, so close to the center, she dares not risk anything more. All of this _is_ Gerren, these are his thoughts, his memories. It all begins with you, Feather, and at the end of the hall, Gerren will be. You sense in a locksend, Winnowill leaves the rest of the 'hall' open now, though, and chooses each spark with care, then fashions it into the stone, setting it against the sides. You locksend ** This'll make Gerren be better again? ** to Winnowill. You locksend ** ** to Winnowill. Winnowill locksends ** With her mind so close, Feather can see many of her thoughts. The answer to her question is sincere, ** Yes, Feather, it will be. ** ** You locksend ** ** to Winnowill. You sense in a locksend, Winnowill comes across several parts that are very strong of Nhiante. She dutifully moves these towards the opposite end of the 'hall' and then proceeds to place other, very less important sparks, then shaped to stones, in front of them You locksend ** Gerren loved Nhiante! But she's best outside again. She's happier there. ** to Winnowill. You sense in a locksend, Winnowill's takes care to show each spark that she touches or moves to Feather, at first placing them at what looks like random locations. After considerable time, the edges of the hall are complete with base memories (one of Nhiante at he end, covered with very trivial, almost non-important ones, the kind that are of the outside, but almost never thought of (hopefully). You locksend ** ** to Winnowill. You locksend ** ** to Winnowill. You sense in a locksend, Winnowill ignores Feather's statement for a long time, placing the stones in a very organized fashion. Winnowill and Jasmael closest to the center, anything that she may think is dangerous to Gerren out towards the end. Finally, she stops, looking back to what is Gerren taking form and sends softly, ** Sometimes things need to be remembered like that, so what has been learned from the experience is not forgotten. ** You locksend ** ** to Winnowill. Winnowill locksends ** Then I hope we will solve this problem, some things he shouldn't forget. ** You locksend ** ** to Winnowill. Winnowill places her hands about your waist, still holding you very close to her, though not very tightly. You sense in a locksend, Winnowill stops again to survey what has been done so far, ** What else do you think needs to be done? ** You locksend ** ** to Winnowill. You sense in a locksend, Winnowill's sending shows obvious signs of fatigue, ** Do this when I have finished. I have no reason to know his soul name (( something very personal, almost completely black, but not evil, just so shadowed and dark that she doesn't want anyone to know it is there..but it somehow comes out with the unity of minds)) unless he has the desire to show me. ** You locksend ** ** to Winnowill. Winnowill shakes her head, though she places a soft kiss on Gerren's forehead. "Not yet," she says, her voice a mere whisper. You sense in a locksend, Winnowill moves back to the center now, making sure all the loose memories and thoughts are in order. She then slowly increases her sending, thoughts of pleasure and warmth, towards what is now Gerren, testing the resilience of the newly fashioned wall. Gerren gives you a child's soft, shy hug, his body still behaving as a child's would. You locksend ** ** to Winnowill. You sense in a locksend, Winnowill surveys everything, at this point quite satisfied Gerren is not awake. You sense in a locksend, Winnowill looks back to Feather with her sending becoming softer again, very gentle, her mind quite close with Gerren's. ** Does this all look good to you now? ** You locksend ** ** to Winnowill. Winnowill places her palm on Gerren's chest, then kisses his lips very softly. She remains pensive and quiet, then abruptly moves away from him, setting him down on the pillow. You sense in a locksend, Winnowill's mind begins to quickly recede away, before it is nothing more than a send. ** It all seems in order, he needs rest now, as do I. ** Gerren leans back, exhaling a long, slow sigh.... You locksend ** ** to Winnowill. Winnowill stops before she leaves and touches Gerren's chest with her finger tips, then stands and walks to the door, picks up her gown, and leaves. Winnowill moves out of the chamber and back into the twists of the Mountain. Winnowill has left.