"Making New Chosen"

2/10/1998

Log file from Winny

Cast: Reesath, Winnowill, Elyana, Savith, Nywen, Lyrr
Event: After Azeure's death, Winnowill appoints two new Chosen: Reesath and 
  Savith.

Winnowill narrows her eyes as she slips back to herself, taking in the
  occupants of her surroundings with a single mindbrush.

With a dusty sounding rustle of feathers, Reesath drifts into the room like a
  dark cloud, heading directly toward the throne.

Elyana sits in a shadowy corner, fallen asleep during some bout of wandering.

The Lord nods faintly to Reesath, hazel eyes regarding Elyana.

** Well, ** the dry sounding send intrudes on the previous mental silence. ** I
  was just told that Azeure went and got himself killed by vermin. **

One of Elyana's gray-green eyes opens halfway at the send, comprehending the
  message only slightly.

Winnowill smiles quite darkly, a twisted and almost evil smile. ** That was his
  ultimate failure. I told him that his desires would kill him. **

** Baah. ** Reesath replies, one arm moving as if to push away something
  distasteful. ** Azeure was an idiot. ** he states bluntly. ** Self serving
  and loyal only to himself. He deserved what he received. However, it cannot
  go unpunished... The vermin must learn not to kill us, even if they did us a
  favor by killing a defect. **

Winnowill sends openly ** And what would you do? **

Elyana fully opens both eyes and lifts up her head from where it rested in her
  arms. ** Dead? ** she asks with uncomprehension. Death of the wolf-elves she
  can understand, but of her own people... That is different.

** Killing them would not do. ** Reesath replies. ** Elves do not kill elves,
  however tainted those elves may be. ** Reesath scowls, but his eyes light
  darkly. ** An object .. lesson .. is in order, I think. We have a few of
  their pack-mates, do we not? **

Elyana blinks, hopelessly confused by this conversation.

Winnowill raises her hand. ** Still yourself, Reesath. They have undone
  themselves in killing Azeure. WolfFlame was particularly fond of him. The two
  who remain in the Mountain shall remain unharmed for now. **
You locksend ** Yes, child. Azeure's self has flown to the stars and it will be
  up to us to bring the Mountain back to him in those lights in the evening
  sky. ** to Elyana.

One bushy gray eyebrow raises in the question that will prudently remain
  unspoken. ** As my Lord wishes, of course. **

You locksend ** For you... I shall give a method to vent that energy. You are
  Chosen now, Reesath. Tomorrow, come for your talon-whip and uniform. ** to
  Reesath.

You sense in a locksend, Elyana still seems confused. ** Why did he die? **

You locksend ** The outsiders chose to kill him. ** to Elyana.

Elyana blinks once more at a send.

Wrinkled lids decend to cover gray eyes for a moment in a long blink. In a
  moment they snap open and Reesath turns to Elyana. ** Child. What would you
  have us do? The vermin have killed a Chosen. What should our retribution be? **

Savith seems to fade into view from the depths of the cavern.
Savith has arrived.

Elyana lowers her eyes to scan the floors. ** I... **

Winnowill turns to glance at the arrival. ** Ah. Savith. I as just about to
  send for you. What word have you? **

** Hmm child? ** the old elf sends smoothly. ** What do they deserve? **

Elyana thinks long and hard as her brain will permit...She comes up with a
  verdict at long last. Carefully, as her opinion seems to be one of the less
  popular, she sends, ** We should kill one of them, I think.. **

Savith floats silently into the hall, truely just on his way through he pauses
  though and bows formally to Winnowill, ** I have just returned from hunting
  my Lord **

Winnowill arches a brow. ** Acting on your own initiative with the lack of
  Chosen, Savith? **

Savith smiles thinly and nods, ** Indeed my Lord, someone must feed us while
  those who were Chosen scramble to regain some respect in your eyes **

** Elves do NOT kill elves, child. ** Reesath says firmly. ** No matter what
  they do, we are Gliders. We will NOT stoop to the level of vermin. Besides,
  ** he continues softly. ** Death would release them. We wouldn't want that,
  would we? **

Elyana winces slightly. ** Oww.. I just said what I thought.. **
Elyana pouts, putting her head back into her arms.

Savith turns his eyes from Reesath to the child and back again, wondering just
  what he has stumbled into

You locksend ** Very well. That which you emulate, you shall have. Tomorrow, to
  my rooms and I shall give you the 'whip and uniform of Chosen. ** to Savith.

Savith's eyes widen slightly, so too does a smile on his lips ever so slightly,
  he bows even more formally to Winnowill in turn at a send

A faint but definite send floats on the air. ** Some scramble to regain respect
  while others try to impress those in power. **

Savith locksends ** You honor me My lord, I shall prove myself worthy of this.
  I am your servant in all ways. **

You locksend ** See that you do not dissapoint me. ** to Savith.

Savith locksends ** Never my Lord, I live only to serve. **

Winnowill watches the three who have collected in the Throne Room, eyes
  narrowed in what might be annoyance.

** Chin up, child. ** Reesath sends in a softer tone. ** You have the pure
  blood of high ones coursing through your veins. Be strong and honor that. **

Elyana raises her head slightly, but not much.

** Better ** Reesath responds dryly and turns to Winnowill. ** Something vexes
  you, Lord? **

Winnowill looks to Reesath. ** Nothing worth concern, Reesath. **

Nywen seems to fade into view from the depths of the cavern.
Nywen has arrived.

** As my Lord wishes. ** Reesath replies again.

Elyana remains silent, still pouting slightly, almost indetectably.
Elyana does not even notice her mother's arrival into the hall.

Nywen glides across the hall, delicate form floating by... though she pauses
  when she sees her daughter. Her head tilts to one side, blueblack hair
  slipping in a glossy wave over one shoulder. She approaches more closely ...
  cautiously. She bows to Winnowill and moves to her daughter's side resting a
  hand upon the youngling's shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze.

Winnowill nods in return to Nywen, sending nothing at all.

Elyana looks up, only now noticing Nywen's presence. ** Hello Mother. ** she
  sends, softly.

Nywen, not expecting their Lord to pay much attention to her at all, merely
  turns to regard her daughter, smoothing a lock of fiery hair behind the
  youngling's delicate ear with a tender touch. A soft smile graces her full
  lips. ** Hello, dearling. **

Savith disappears down the hall momentarily, dropping off his catches in the
  Kitchen before returning again

Elyana finger-combs her unruly hair so that she can see the rest of the elves
  in the hall more clearly.

Nywen squeezes her daughter's shoulder gently and stands at her side regarding
  the proceedings with thinly veiled interest.

Winnowill sends openly ** Nywen... two of the newest Chosen: Reesath and
  Savith. **

Reesath looks at Winnowill and then at Nywen, expression unreadable.

Nywen nods politely to each of the newly introduced Chosen. ** Congratulations
  to you both. ** she sends to them softly. There is no envy whatsoever in that
  sending.

Savith nods faintly to the send a faint smile on his lips.

Reesath does not respond.

Nywen only looks from one Chosen to another, then up at their Lord. It's
  obvious she knows there's a discussion going on here. It's just as obvious
  that she doesn't expect to be brought in on it. She turns back to her
  daughter with a soft sigh, and touches the fledgling's cheek.

Elyana touches her mother's hand softly.

Winnowill is silent, rather stormy in countenance.

Nywen's expression is one of quiet meloncholy, her eyes, when seen from a
  certain angle, can be seen to glisten darkly in the odd light of the chamber.
  But she manages a tremelous smile as she watches her daughter.

Reesath locksends **  It would seem ... that sitting there with that expression
  on your face would do nothing but earn you indigestion. Lord. If there is
  something that can be done to fix what bothers you, then I am quite willing
  to fix it. **

Elyana sighs quietly.

You locksend ** One must keep annoyed appearances, Reesath. It is better than
  if I looked pleased. ** to Reesath.

Reesath chuckles to himself.

Lyrr approaches from the west.
Lyrr has arrived.

Reesath locksends **  Indeed, Lord. It is a shame however to see your face
  marred by that expression. With your permission, I shall return anon. **

You locksend ** Would you rather I showed my pleasure at Azeure's death? ** to
  Reesath.

Nywen nods to Elyana.
Nywen turns to regard Lyrr as she approaches and gives her a slight smile and a
  nod of her head.

Reesath locksends **  *blandly* I would rather not see my Lord unhappy. **

Lyrr wanders into the hall, his <His Nywen ;> eyes glancing around the room.
  People. Lots of people.

Nywen is standing beside her daughter, her hand gently resting upon the
  youngling's shoulder.

Savith stands silently away from the others, arms crossed before him as he
  surveys the arrivals.

Winnowill reclines in her Throne, a dark yet now somehow triumphant expression
  on her face as she regards Reesath now.

You locksend ** And yet, elves do not kill elves. Such a quaint saying, brought
  to us by those Outsiders. Those who are deserving have always been killed in
  the Cage, Reesath. ** to Reesath.

Reesath locksends **  My Lords wishes will prevail of course. However, I would
  not free those elves to an eternity of peace. There is much more that can be
  done. **

You locksend ** He will find little peace. Where he has gone is where his
  daughter and mother are. They will not let him rest so easily. ** to Reesath.

Reesath locksends **  Indeed. What of the vermin, however? Larias tarries... **

Nywen softly sighs and squeezes her daughter's shoulder one more time before
  beginning to slowly back out of the chamber.

You locksend ** She will be... dealt with. ** to Reesath.

Winnowill watches Nywen silently.

Nywen's smile is slight as she continues to back out of the room but her eyes
  are upon her daughter.

Lyrr's eyes follow Nywen, as she backs out, then back to Herself, and Elyana.

Nywen waits for Elyana to catch up to her, takes the youngling's hand tenderly
  in her own and walks from the chamber, her gait more graceful than anyone who
  walks as little as she has any right to be.

Elyana walks quickly and takes her mother's hand.

Nywen heads south and disappears into the shadows at the other end of the
  immense hall.
Nywen has left.

Elyana heads south and disappears into the shadows at the other end of the
  immense hall.
Elyana has left.

Savith watches the two leave then shrugs slightly.

Lyrr watches the two ladies leave, then glances about the room. Hm. Boring.

[Winnowill quietly sits watching, once again returning her attentions to 
tracking those within the Mountain to ensure that All is Well in her world. End 
log.]