"A Duty for Shyrel"

11/20/96

Cast: Winnowill, Shyrel
Event: A new crack has opened within the structure of the Mountain, and 
Winnowill summons Shyrel to inform her that it needs repairing at once.

The Main Hall. Open and airy, yet somehow bleak and starkly opressing. None of
  this is helped by the dark figure sitting on the immense stone chair before
  you. You have been Called, and so you have answered in person. Dark eyes fix
  you with a cool expression, and the regal Lord inclines her head. ** Shyrel.
  So ... good of you to come as quckly as you did. **

Shyrel's footsteps can be heard coming down the corridor moments before she
  emerges from the shadows. She bows her head in respect and looks up, "You
  summoned me, Lord?"

Winnowill leans back, assuming an easy posture of relaxed regality and power.
  Her send is velvety in touch, and sweet in texture, almost something you
  might wish to live off of. ** Yes, I did indeed. How do you fare today? **

Shyrel remains standing before the throne, hands folded in front of her.
  **Well, busy, but well...**

Shyrel is a Glider who has lived in Blue Mountain all her life. Both of her
  parents were Gliders living in Blue Mountain, but they left the mountain for
  reasons unknown to her long ago. Shyrel discovered that she had a talent for
  rockshaping at a young age and will ever be mastering her talent. She is very
  content on Blue Mountain and really has no desire to leave it and take the
  same path her parents did. Shyrel was recognized once and has a child, Banyl,
  whom was born just before the death of Lord Voll. Though loyal to Winnowill
  from the beginning, she raised her child in secrecy at first, not sure how
  she would be accepted. As to Banyl's father, something happened to him that
  Shyrel does not like to talk about. Though she avoids the subject as if it is
  long forgotten, she remembers clearly in the back of her mind. She has kept
  the name and the story from her child, and intends to keep doing so. Still,
  Shyrel continues to live happily within the mountain. She is usually
  friendly, but also loses herself in thought, making her somewhat quiet at
  times.

Winnowill nods thoughtfully. ** And how does your shaping come? There are still
  many visible rents in the structure of our beautiful home. **
Winnowill rises from the throne, stepping down the stairs to come to stand very
  close to Shyrel. Her dark eyes scan the rockshaper.

Shyrel is a very tall, lithe elf, as are most gliders. Her hair is very light,
  whitish blond, and wavy. It falls halfway down her back in light wisps. Her
  eyes are a warm, light brown, but difficult to read. She wears a long, silver
  gown that shines brilliantly. It comes to a 'v' on her lower back. On the
  front, it fits tightly on the top, curving low on her chest. As it reaches
  her feet, it becomes a little looser, moving with her. Around her shoulders
  is draped a black cloak, it is as long as her gown, and does not have a hood.
  It is attached at her neck with a clasp made of three small feathers. She
  absorbs you, but appears a little withdrawn.

Shyrel stands steadily and firm, but cannot help but adjust her eyes to avoid
  her Lord's direct gaze.

Winnowill reaches out, her slender pale hand touching Shyrel's chin, the
  slightest of pressures to lift up the other's chin slightly. ** Are you
  ashamed of something, Shyrel? **

Shyrel looks up at Winnowill, though slightly by force. **Of course not, my
  Lord.**

The send is deeply rich. ** Then why not meet My eyes? **
Winnowill's hand caresses your skin slightly before lowering. She looks to see
  if your eyes falter, but not obviously so.

Shyrel raises her large brown eyes to stare into Winnowill's. Soft lashes sweep
  past momentarily before the pools of brown gaze up once more.

Winnowill nods. ** Good. Now, my question has gone too long unanswered. How
  comes your shaping of the damages to our home? **

Shyrel exhales and answers readily. **Today I worked the large scar on the side
  facing Sun-Comes-Up. It took much time to smooth out, but I think I have
  almost finsihed it.**

Winnowill nods, stepping back. ** Good. Perhaps then you might devote some time
  to Egg's Chamber. He has - mentioned a crack running deeply in the floor. **

Shyrel nods. **I shall attend to it immediately, if my Lord so desires.**

Winnowill nods regally. ** Do. **

Shyrel sends openly ** Will that be all, Lord? **

Winnowill sends openly ** No... that will be all. Tread carefully, lest that
  crack increase. **
Winnowill turns slightly, dismissing you with her eyes, and moves back to sit
  on her Throne.

Shyrel reveals a dim flicker of a smile before quietly exiting.

[End log.]