"Returning With Saeros"

12/19/96

Cast: Alorn, Winnowill, Saeros, Azeure, Sar
Event: Alorn returns to the Mountain with only Saeros and not what she was 
charged to bring, instead informing Azeure of her Recognition to Saeros. Azeure 
takes the oppertunity to vie for a position... in Winnowill's bed. In the middle 
of it, Sar asks permission to attempt the creation of a child with Rhalina.

The Lord reclines in her throne, and her eyes narrow when she sees you arrive.

Alorn stalks quietly into the hallway, pausing about midway in. She doesn't
  actually speak, just stands there.

Winnowill raises an eyebrow. ** Alorn. **

She nods. Once.

Winnowill looks to you thoughtfully. ** I don't see any others with you... **

"Saeros came with me."

Winnowill sends openly ** Is that all? **

Alorn shrugs lightly. "I'm not finished."

Winnowill smiles sweetly. Too sweetly. ** Oh... do continue. **

"I'll go back. Later."

Winnowill laughs softly. ** Is all well, Alorn? Or are you feeling ill? **

"Does it matter?"

Winnowill sends openly ** I am a healer, Alorn. If you are unwell, it is my
  wish to aid you. **

Alorn again shrugs slender shoulders, nonchalantly. "It's a little late for
  that, I think."

Winnowill smiles faintly. ** Ah... the sorrow of motherhood. It too shall pass.
  **

"Oh?"

Winnowill nods thoughtfully. ** And with any hope, this one will be
  good-natured. **

Not a hint of emotion taints the other Glider's features. She only folds her
  arms over her chest.

Winnowill smiles faintly. ** So now what shall you do? Tell Azeure? **

"As though he cared.."

** You might be surprised. **

Alorn shrugs again.

Winnowill smiles knowingly. ** Go, Alorn. I have nothing else for you now. **

Now. Wonderful. Alorn nods once and turns, going back the way she came.

Saeros seems to fade into view from the depths of the cavern.

A dark figure reclines in the majestic stone throne, long black hair spilling
  over her shoulder and down the steps. Her violet-black eyes focus on you with
  clarity and sharp curiousity.

Alorn, on her way out, stalks down the hall. She comes to a halt, though, when
  when she notices Saeros, and bites her lower lip.

You locksend ** Indeed. An excellent choice. ** to Alorn.

Saeros comes in silently, cloak wrapped around him and hood pulled down low
  although not enough that his eyes are completely obscured.

Alorn locksends ** Hardly a choice. **

Winnowill smiles darkly at a send.

Azeure approaches from the west.

Saeros lifts his head up a little more straight and pulls his hood back just a
  little to get a good look around and his attention goes to Alorn.

Azeure glides quietly into the hall, his brow arches and a slow smile curls the
  corners of his lips as he gives a quaint nod to all

Winnowill looks sideways and smiles even darker. ** Ah... Azeure. So good of
  you to join us. **

Azeure nods again ** Of course my Lord.. I see it is Alorn's long awaited
  homecoming.. good to have you back **
Azeure smiles a bit as he alights near the steps to the throne, casting a
  glance to Saeros.
Azeure sends openly ** Have we a new friend? **

Alorn turns a little to look at Winnowill, and straightens when she notices
  Azeure. She folds her arms over her stomach now.

Winnowill's send is amused. ** You might call our guest such. **

Azeure raises a brow now at Winnowill ** Oh? **

Saeros's attention moves from Alorn to Azeure for the moment and his hood comes
  back over his eyes more when he nods to him.

Winnowill nods to Azeure. ** Indeed. **

Azeure glides almost too easily up the steps to alight near his Lord **
  Indeed.. won't someone enlighten me? **

Alorn glances again at Saeros, taking a step or so backward.

** Alorn... will you not tell him? **

Saeros sends quietly, almost emotionlessly, ** Saeros is my name **

Azeure folds his arms across his chest, watching Alorn cooly
Azeure nods ** Indeed.. a delightful pleasure Saeros.. and how do you come to
  be in our midsts? **

Winnowill sits back and watches with a dark smile.

Alorn closes her eyes now for a moment, steeling herself, then looks up at the
  Throne again, the faintest hint of a defiant tilt to her chin. ** This, **
  her sending has a hollow ring to it, and is somehow detached. ** is my
  Recognized. **

Azeure chuckles to himself ** Indeed.. another go at motherhood Alorn?.. I wish
  you better luck this go around.. **

Winnowill's smile darkens somewhat.

Azeure sends openly ** Though I must admit.. it is the best excuse I've yet
  heard for returning so belatedly.. you -did- bring Ktai and Ekuar did you
  not? **

Saeros casts a glance over to Alorn briefly then goes back to Azeure.

Any colour at all that might possibly have been in Alorn's face drains, but her
  expression does not change. Or rather, it remains gone. ** I think it will.
  You will not be there to interfere. ** If that second comment was supposed to
  sting, she doesn't flinch. ** I was told to bring something else. And my
  preperations are still being made. **

Azeure chuckles darkly now ** Alorn.. it was my -lack- of interference that
  made Zichri into what he is.. I do trust this.. Saeros.. will provide
  support.. though I suggest to you Alorn.. should you flee from his ideals as
  you did mine.. that you leave the child in the hands of one capable.. instead
  of the wolfbreeds? **

Winnowill watches and hears all, a quiet figure on her throne.

Sar seems to fade into view from the depths of the cavern.

Saeros's head lowers somewhat, his eyes being masked from view but his head
  lifts again after a moment when Azeure sends. He makes an near snort type of
  sound after the word 'wolfbreeds'.

** Do not mock me. ** There is colour to Alorn's send, though.. dark silver.
  Like black ice. ** And my son is not with the mongrels. **

Sar smiles faintly, floating in to hover near the Throne.
                
Winnowill nods once to Sar, her eyes lit darkly. ** Sar. **

Azeure nods once to Sar, his lips curling to the touch of Alorn's send, all but
  in pleasure to allow its dark caress ** Oh beloved.. I am certain you have
  made sure of that.. and hardly.. It is the last thing I do to mock you
  Alorn.. I simply wish better for -this- child **

Sar sends openly ** My Lord. **
Sar floats slightly closer to Winnowill, sending.
Sar locksends ** Have you given thought to replenishing our numbers, Lord? **

You locksend ** I had indeed. Was something on your mind in that respect? ** to
  Sar.

Winnowill looks to Sar with mild interest.

Alorn frowns ever so faintly at Azeure.

Sar locksends ** I do have two prospects, Lord. Though one... is a future
  rather than an immediate one. **

You locksend ** Indeed? And who might they be? ** to Sar.

Sar floats exactly on a level with Winnowill, arms folded over his chest.
Sar locksends ** Rhalina, Lord, for now. She has been... improving, I think.
  And as for the second.. **

Winnowill tilts her head, gazing at Sar with dark eyes and an even darker smile.

You locksend ** Yes? ** to Sar.

Sar locksends ** Liri is a good Chosen, though her origins are...mixed. I ask
  that you consider Zirek, who is already a formidable fighter for his age.
  Once he learns to glide, he would be an asset to the Mountain. **

Azeure arches a brow, descending the dias towards Alorn ** Oh but I do this..
  and once I -did- love you.. perhaps still I could.. but such parts of me are
  long dead.. destroyed by silence and pain.. but now.. I have all I could have
  asked for and more Alorn.. and if it is reason you seek to despise me.. by
  all means Alorn.. do so.. you would not have been the first.. and you shall
  not be the last.. lies?.. You know me -far- better Alorn.. or do you? **

Sar glances briefly at Azeure, looking amused, then inclines his head to
  Winnowill respectfully.

Winnowill sends non-chalantly. ** Azeure. Restrain yourself. **

You locksend ** You and Rhalina, I assume? If you wish. ** to Sar.
Winnowill nods to Sar.

Sar floats away into darkness.
Sar glides up into the air.
In the air, Sar glides up from below.

Azeure stops his progress towards Alorn, nodding briefly at Winnowill's send **
  Of course.. **

In the air, Sar fades into the shadows and is gone.

Alorn hisses softly, one hand moving to the hilt of her whip. The hand closes
  just shy of it though, and her nails dig into the flesh of her palm.

Azeure folds his arms across his chest, a slender brow arching towards Alorn.

Alorn bows her head, looking down at her hand.

Winnowill does as she has done for centuries. She waits.

Azeure's lips curl once more into that dark grin as he makes his way back up
  the steps.
         
Winnowill looks again to Alorn and her Recognized.

Saeros remains silent where he stands, head turned slightly to Alorn but not
  enough for him to be looking at her.

Alorn opens her hand, looking with detached interest at the crimson crescents
  welling up there. She turns then, again, finally, and once more walks down
  the hall.

You locksend ** She will take great patience from you. Go, help her. You and I
  shall talk much later. ** to Saeros.

Alorn heads south and disappears into the shadows at the other end of the
  immense hall.

Azeure watches after Alorn for a long moment.

Winnowill looks to Saeros quietly.

Saeros lifts his head up to look at Winnowill, his hood getting drawn up enough
  to reveal his pale face. He makes a respectful bow to her, sending calmly, **
  By your leave.. ** Then backs away and starts to move in the direction Alorn
  left in.

Winnowill nods once.

Saeros heads south and disappears into the shadows at the other end of the
  immense hall.

Azeure looks off, the wry grin he'd been wearing fading a bit.

Winnowill sends openly ** Well, Azeure? **

Azeure snaps out of his reverie to glance at you ** Yes my love? **

Winnowill sends openly ** Your thoughts? **

Azeure sends openly ** It would seem fortune smiles upon us.. she has found
  another to occupy her.. leaving me free to be yours.. my mate. **

Winnowill sends openly ** Indeed. **

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