"Zichri Returns to Himself" 10/21/96 Cast: Zichri, Winnowill, Alorn, Sar Event: Zichri has returned to himself, which Winnowill finds most amusing, regardless of his hollow threats. In the meantime, Winnowill sends to Sar while he is in the Palace. His orders? Return Ktai to the Mountain. Zichri floats in and as he notices you his calm expression slightly changes for a moment. Winnowill sits quietly on her throne, her eyes dark and watching all that goes about her. So, she does note your presence, as well as what is obvious to you. Zichri floats to the bottom of the steps and gazes up at you. Zichri sends openly ** Hello Winnowill. ** Winnowill's expression remains ever-constant as she looks to you. "Hello, Elloquen." Zichri The young male glider before you stands about 4' tall, and is very slender. Although his face is remarkably like his father's, it is softened, and his large night blue eyes peer out at you from beneath a mass of windswept sandy brown hair. It reaches his shoulders, where it lays gently on a long, loose fitting white tunic of soft white cloth. Threads of silver have been artfully woven into the garment, and also into his lightweight breeches of the same color. Alorn seems to fade into view from the depths of the cavern. Zichri lips slightly twitch in an angry smirk, **I am Zichri.. That bit of deception is no more.** Winnowill notes Alorn's arrival as easily sa she noted the youth's before her. Winnowill smiles faintly yet darkly to the youth. "So. You have then learned your lesson?" Alorn pauses as she comes into the hall, a double brace of your favourite game bird in one hand. She nods faintly to Winnowill, watching quietly. Zichri glares at her, **Perhaps... have you learned yours.** Winnowill laughs softly. "I need no lessons from a youth, Elloquen." Zichri sends openly ** Even the wisest are smart enough to realize that they can always learn something new. ** You say "Perhaps. But one who knows nothing can but teach nothing." Zichri sends openly ** And if you Ever try that again, I will have your head on a platter. ** Zichri glares... consequences are consequences.. and he'l live with them. Winnowill laughs again, darkly. "But Elloquen... my dear Elloquen.... I was asked." Alorn can't quite hide an Exasperated Mother Look. She doesn't say anything, though. Zichri sends openly ** It is Zichri.. And who was the fool who asked. ** Winnowill's smile darkens. You locksend ** Turn and see Her, Elloquen. ** to Zichri. Alorn continues on her merry way. Alorn slowly disappears into what may be a southeast passage. Zichri blinks... and turns... but misses her exit.. Alorn seems to come in from one of the many surrounding halls, to the east, maybe. Zichri sees his mother enter, since he was always turned that way... Alorn, sans birds, returns, pausing again. Zichri locksends ** Then next time perhaps you should ask the most important part of it, Me. ** You locksend ** Perhaps, but you were in no condition to know what it could be. Have you not learned the ways of those who are complacent and loving? Can you not now put more to the task of shattering thier mindless dreaming? ** to Zichri. Zichri sends openly ** So who lies...changing ones attitude can be done easily.. but your never left with the same person.. ** Zichri sends openly ** you wanted someone else, and you got him, and now you wanted me back? Next time leave things be. ** Alorn sighs inwardly, moving now toward Zichri. You locksend ** Have you not learned how the weak think? Use that to make them do what it is that you want. ** to Zichri. Winnowill watches, her smile dark. Zichri locksends ** I have learned how the weak think... I've also learned that you are as weak as the rest of them... As I always knew. ** Zichri has a glare for both of them. You locksend ** Have you, then? And Alorn is not? Is she, your mother, the one that you want dictating what happens to you? ** to Zichri. Alorn comes to stand almost directly behind him. Zichri locksends ** No one dictates what hapens to me, I choose my own destiny and life. ** Zichri moves away from her. You locksend ** Prove it. ** to Zichri. Zichri locksends ** To amuse your childish wims? I think not. ** Alorn reaches out a hand to rest it on Zichri's shoulder before he's gotten too terribly far away. Zichri shrugs her hand off. You locksend ** To prove to me that you are worthy of the lessons that you seek. ** to Zichri. Zichri locksends ** I should rip your dark heart out... That would prove it. ** That isn't quite so easily done.. in fact, while the one is being shrugged off, Alorn reaches her other hand up to set it on her son's other shoulder. "Zichri.." You locksend ** /Amused/ Perhaps... but then who would teach? ** to Zichri. Zichri pushes off her other hand with his and continues away from her. Alorn doesn't quite let go. Winnowill watches quietly. Zichri forces her hand off Alorn follows, putting the other hand back up to find the nerve in his shoulder. "Zichri." Zichri tries to levitate up and out of her grasp. **Release me.** Winnowill smiles as she watches the mother and son. This will do very nicely... Alorn applies pressure. Not much, but still. "Zichri.." Zichri grimaces slightly at the pressure, but continues to try to get free.. You locksend ** /Soft and velvety./ Lover... did you want him dark and confused again? ** to Alorn. You locksend ** Seems to me it is that Alorn is the weak, unable to decide if you are her son or not.' ** to Zichri. Zichri locksends ** Quiet. ** Alorn floats right up behind Zichri, slipping her other arm around his waist. She sends directly to him, though Winnowill can without a doubt hear it.. ** Zichri.. remember. ** You locksend ** Does the truth hurt so, Elloquen-Zichri? ** to Zichri. Alorn locksends ** Not like this.. but not like that. ** Winnowill watches with dark amusement. You locksend ** Make up your mind, lover... he is not a toy... but one to Shape by lessons. ** to Alorn. Alorn locksends ** Those lessons do him no good if he does not remember them. ** Zichri grimaces as he swings his fist at her hand about his waist. You locksend ** Then do not fight him, and he will remember. All in good time, lest he remember all at once, and it destroys. ** to Alorn. Zichri locksends ** Truth... Lies... their all the same.. ** Alorn frowns faintly as she glances up at Winnowill. She nods once though, and releases Zichri. Zichri mvoes away quickly and rubs his shoulder.. he turn so he is facing the two of them.. You locksend ** Are they...? ** to Zichri. Zichri locksends ** Trickery.. Games.. that is what you hide behind.. It is you who fear the truth. ** Zichri glares at them both... You locksend ** I know a great many truths ** to Zichri. Zichri locksends ** truths to you.. but miost likely lies to others. ** Winnowill leans back in the throne, watching. You locksend ** /A send of velvet blackness caresses your thoughts.> Sar... my Chosen... to where have you gone? ** to Sar. Alorn settles again on the ground, folding her arms. You locksend ** It is time for him to choose his own path. ** to Alorn. You sense in a locksend, Sar's send might not be able to reach you, but for the strengthening effect of.. The Palace. ** Lord, I am at the Palace of the High Ones. ** Zichri sends openly ** At one time I thought you two so much different... now.. you seem so similar.. ** You locksend ** /There is delight within that velvet touch, and her caress bestows a soft comforting touch./ Excellent, Sar. Do you make any progress? ** to Sar. Alorn nods once, faintly, then assumes an emotionless expression. Sar locksends ** I have located the son of the current Master of the Palace, and hope to have him influence her in a beneficiary way, Lord. ** You locksend ** /Yes... that will do nicely./ Yes... very good. ** to Sar. Zichri sends openly ** It is apparent that there are those who disliked how I was before.. and so whined to have me fixed... and apparently those same ones disliked the person I became.. and so changed me to who I am now. Because of your foolish wants I've suffered... Now it is your turn. ** Sar locksends ** Thank you, Lord. ** You locksend ** Also... Sar... I wish you to speak with Ktai. It is well past time that she put these silly games behind her and returned to our home. ** to Sar. Winnowill raises one slender black eyebrow. Sar locksends ** At your command, Lord. ** Zichri sends openly ** You two are both old and pathetic. If something doesnt suit your needs to change it... I am no longer something that can be changed... Death is a release from these mortal bodies... That is the only thing that can teach me anything any longer. ** Alorn stays absolutely silent. Winnowill's send is darkly soft. ** Then is it your wish to die? ** Zichri sends openly ** I shall learn the enjoyment of slaying an elf if you two touch me again. ** Zichri sends openly ** I shall meet death with open arms, but not until I have learned all I can from the kill. ** [Winnowill dismisses Alorn, who practically drags Zichri to safety, lest Winnowill lose her patience and leave him akin to Column.]