"The Shaping of Myanna" 2/19/1998 Cast: Winnowill, SongBird/Myanna, Aranee(Whitling), Demell, Reesath, Malene, Lyrr Event: SongBird has been accused of killing bondbirds. The punishment is to be the purging of the Wolf from SongBird, rendering the pureblooded elf into the earthbound Glider known as Myanna permanently. You locksend ** Bring me the WolfRider. ** to Aranee. Aranee locksends ** Yes, Lord Winnowill. ** In the air, Reesath floats up from the slender bridge to the south. In the air, Reesath floats down into the main hall. Reesath floats down from above. Reesath has arrived. In the air, Demell floats up from the slender bridge to the south. Reesath floats down from the air above, cape flapping around him as he decends to land on spindly, quite un-Chosen like legs. In the air, Demell floats down into the main hall. Demell floats down from above. Demell has arrived. Winnowill reclines in her Throne. Demell glides down from above, Following Reesath. ** Milord. ** Reesath sends, standing straight before the throne. ** You seem discontent. ** Demell hovers above, listening... ** Milord. ** Reesath sends, standing straight before the throne. ** You seem discontent. ** Winnowill smirks faintly, eyes shifting in colour to a light hazel. ** Not for long, Reesath. ** You locksend ** I await your arrival with the WolfRider. ** to Aranee. ** What do you have planned, my lord Winnowill? ** Demell asks, gliding down into view. ** Indeed. ** Reesath answers. ** This is satisfactory. Your discontent should only linger, and be swiftly taken care of, lest it grow. ** Demell straightens a bit and almost says something, but silences...annoying chosen isn't a good thing... Winnowill waits something with an almost tangible air of anticipation. Aranee seems to fade into view from the depths of the cavern. Aranee has arrived. Reesath looks at the newcomer. ** Hello Whitling. ** Demell Smiles at the new person who enters...a friend, unlike Reesath. ** hello Chosen... ** he sends with a smile and a short bow. Winnowill looks up at the arrival and the air of anticipation melts into an appearance of satisfaction. ** Aranee, Reesath. She's your fellow Chosen now. Good, Aranee. Bring her here. To me. ** Lyrr has connected. Reesath glances at Winnowill, but remains silent. SongBird has arrived. Aranee takes SongBird's shoulder, pushing SongBird closer. Demell looks over at the murderer.... Malene approaches from the west. Malene has arrived. SongBird stumbles as Aranee pushes her, her knees - just starting to turn red from where they were skinned on the stairs - threatening to buckle beneath her, her cheeks reddening as all eyes fall on her. Malene wanders in with that absent-minded air that is her trademark, humming quietly under her breath. Demell locksends, to Winnowill, SongBird: ** I know you couldn't have killed the bonds by yourself...who helped you? ** Lyrr follows Malene into the hall, seeming to be keeping an eye on the shaper. Malene wanders in nice and unobtrusively. Winnowill leans forwards slowly, eyes darkening at the WolfRider. ** You've been hurt, little one. ** Aranee steps back away from her, standing as straight as she can alongside the other elves in the hall. Never mind that she's around half the size of most of them... SongBird's eyes widen as Winnowill leans forward, taking a step backwards, her jaw dropping, but no sound coming out. Malene hums a little ditty just to prove what little musical ability she has... tsk. a rockshaper with a tin ear. Winnowill smiles with almost the same gentleness as a snake about to strike. ** Come, Songbird. You've been injured. I am, after all, a Healer. ** Malene eyes SongBird momentarily. The Lord seems oblivious to all around her, save the WolfRider, but all know she is highly aware of all. Reesath raises an eyebrow and pokes at Songbird roughly. ** Approach her. ** Malene blinks and looks a little embarrased... oh my, wandered into the main hall when there's something going on. Lyrr pauses at Malene's side, looking on, puzzled. You sense in a locksend to Winnowill, Demell: SongBird's sending nears hysterics, rambling and very much afraid. ** I-I-I...!! Please, leave me alone! I-don't-like-it-here-I-want-to-go-home-please-let-me-go-I-want-to-go-home-don' t-hurt-me-fear-please-please-please!! ** Winnowill extends her hand and waits. SongBird's face pales, all but draining of color save the slightest hint in her cheeks. Her jaw stays open until she closes it, starting to shake her head rather furiously, but Reesath's poke snaps her from it. She stumbles forward quickly, nearly tripping over her own feet -again- and tears begin to well up in her eyes. Malene notices Lyrr's presence with mild surprise. Malene frowns slightly taking in the scene. Winnowill catches the elf with a firm hand, pulling her close - regardless that the child has fallen. Any injury acquired shall soon be moot anyway. You locksend ** Now, now, little bird... where is Myanna? ** to SongBird. Lyrr looks at the Lord and WolfRider, then looks around, not sure of what is going on. SongBird gasps inwardly, the only sound that escapes her lips being the quietest of squeaks, sounding more like a mouse than a Wolfrider. The tears well up and overflow, and she hiccups audibly, her hand shaking in Winnowill's. "Puh-please," she whispers, managing a somewhat feeble attempt to pull it from the dark healer's grip and pauses. "Myanna?" Lyrr looks at Reesath, confused, then back at SongBird. Demell blinks and sits in the air, watching...hoping that the little wolfrider is getting the exact thing she deserves for the murders of the birds.... Winnowill tsks softly at the WolfRider, magic flowing towards the child, an ianthine glimmer that offers respite from aches and pains... even woes, for the numbing touch is almot tangible to those within close proximity. SongBird pulls away again, uncertain at the almost alien glow that soothes the ache in her knees and bites her lip. Demell is close enough, but simply sits and watches, trusting that Lord winnowill will punish the offending elf in her own way... Malene wonders what the little red haired girl did. Lyrr eyes SongBird momentarily. Aranee calmly watches, eyes glancing from one elf in the room to the next. She grins slightly at seeing Demell, then her eyes wander onwards, pausing briefly at Reesath, then at Lyrr. She frowns a little, seeing Lyrr. You locksend ** There, there, little bird. Go to sleep and let the quietness take you away where there is no pain, and no darkness to fear. /It's quite hypnotic and almost gentle/ ** to SongBird. Lyrr tilts his head, watching the Lord with her Magic, but seeing the bloodied knees and scrapes, doesn't see any reason to protest. Inoccent fool. Reesath's mind touches you briefly, roaming over your connection with Songbird, trying to fathom its depth. SongBird's eyebrows come together and her pulling eventually slows to a stop, her eyes melting as she looks at Winnowill. Demell nods to Malene and watches Winnowill mete her punishment out to the murdering wolfblood... SongBird locksends ** (The Wolfrider's mind starts to slow, quietly, falling into the hypnotic send with barely a whisper, her eyes melting even as her mind's resistance does the same.) ** '. Demell locksends, to Winnowill, Malene: ** Do you know what happened, Malene? ** Malene frowns slightly, stuck between making a graceful exit and morbid curiousity. Of course she doesn't know how to make a graceful exit so there you go. In an open send, Malene is quite confused. But this is again normal for Malene. Demell locksends, to Winnowill, Malene: ** That wolfblood... ** Demell points to Songbird Demell locksends, to Winnowill, Malene: ** Killed three of the bondbirds. ** You locksend ** /The send continues, hypnotic and yet beautifully entrancing./ Sleep, little bird... sleep in peace... ** to SongBird. Malene scowls at the offending wolfblooded elf. SongBird's eyelids turn heavy as her knees start to buckle, then they seem to brighten, blinking confusedly as she looks at Winnowill blearily. Malene locksends, to Winnowill, Demell: ** Are you sure? ** Malene locksends, to Winnowill, Lyrr: ** Demell says she killed a bond bird! ** SongBird blinks blearily at Winnowill, then shakes her head as if to clear the fog. "But I'm na'sleepy.." she mumbles aloud. Lyrr frowns faintly, looking at Malene. Demell looks over at Songbird... Demell locksends, to Winnowill, Malene: ** Aranee caught her... ** Malene manages to make a confused shrug and a worried frown at the same time. ** Malene. Our Lord requires water. Be so kind as to bring her some. ** Reesath sends without turning. Malene blinks Malene sends openly ** Water? oh, um. yes. ** Malene frowns, taking a moment to try to remember just what and where water might be attained before drifting toward the exit, looking back over her shoulder worriedly. Malene disappears down a winding tunnel to the west. Malene has left. In the air, Malene floats out of one of the openings in the west wall. Lyrr blinks, turning to watch Malene. Ot watch and make sure she's okay, or stay. The wolfblooded kid decides to stay. In the air, Malene dives through an opening in the western wall and disappears. [Claiming too many distractions, Winnowill sends Songbird to sleep and has Demell take the now-sleeping Songbird to Her rooms for later.] 2/20/98 [Later on, in Winnowill's chambers...] Winnowill sweeps in, checking to make certain the curtain is secure. ** Now. Perhaps without interruptions... ** She looks to you with disturbingly quiet hazel eyes. SongBird shrinks from those eyes, having somehow managed to shake off the effects of Winnowill's sending of before - at least for now - in the small amount of time that passed from then to now. Her hands cling to her shoulders, as if to bar the Dark Lady's touch from her, and bites her lip to hold in the tears. Winnowill's send is almost sultry. ** Why are you so frightened? Have I harmed you? ** The voice is so soft, more like a mouse's voice than an elf's, so strained is it, and yet, still audible, wavering with uncertainty, "..n-no.." Teal eyes darken to blue, liquifying even as she bites her lip again. "P-Please.. I-I-I just want to go ho-home..!" Winnowill chuckles faintly. "But you are home, Myanna. Can't you see that?" "Muh-My...?" SongBird echoes, taking her hands from her shoulders to clasp them over her chest, taking a step backwards in retreat. A tear escapes from one eye and she quickly shakes her head furiously, golden strands flying and tangling in the sudden shake. "My name isn't Myanna!" she protests suddenly. "I-Its.. Its SongBird!" Winnowill steps forwards, the send hypnotic. ** Is it? Think, if you can. Try to remember your name. What has the most sense to it? Tell me. ** SongBird's breath starts coming shorter, more rapid, and she takes an involuntary step backwards as the Dark Lady steps forward. "N-No.. no!" she whispers, hands moving to her head to touch her temples, pressing against them as if to block out the words from her head, though it does nothing to help save give her the mildest of headaches. "M-My name is SongBird! S-SongBird!" Her voice raises, slightly, but subtley, in protest, but it wavers, uncertain.. uncertain of her own name? Winnowill arches her brow, watching, waiting. ** Is it? ** "It is! I-It is! It i-" SongBird cries back, the dam bursting and the water pouring forth, the tears like rivers down her cheeks as she stumbles yet another step from Winnowill, bumping into the wall behind her. Owch. To the Dark Lady's sensitive mind, something inside the Wolfrider child.. stirs. Awakens perhaps. While the Wolfrider shouts for all to hear she /isn't/, she /isn't/, she /isn't/.. the sleepy, half awake voice starts to whisper that -she- is.. -she- is.. -she- is. Winnowill waits, not touching, but standing uncomfortably close. ** Poor child. You've been so confused for so long... wouldn't it be nice not to be wondering about everything? Wouldn't it just be easier to accept who and what you are? ** SongBird stares at Winnowill, her hands over her eyes now, but the fingers spreading so that liquid blue eyes look out from between them, the wolfling sniffling noisily. "I-I don't understand.. I know who I am.. I-I'm -SongBird-! I'm.. I'm.." I'm Myanna. "...no-! SongBird!" Myanna. The hands, once again, cover her eyes, shutting them from view as her knees threaten to buckle beneath her. Myanna. ** I want to go home! ** she finally sends unhappily. ** Please, let me go home! ** Winnowill sends openly ** Where is home, little one? Who are you? ** Winnowill presses the issue, taking one small step towards you. The wolfling, having nowhere to go, flattens herself against the wall, her elbows and arms moving up as if to shield herself from the Lord of Gliders. "S-SongBird," she whispers weakly, but the voice grows louder, almost sending it aloud. Myanna.. I.. am.. Myanna..! Myanna! Winnowill offers again, like a shadow in the night, a bare whisper of an insidious send. ** Who are you? What do you want? ** The child's eyes seem to go from liquid to melted, the colors blurring in upon themselves until they turn a muddy, opaque blue. "SongBird," she whispers once more, her voice toneless and almost disoriented, but, unbidden, the words flow as easily as sending. ** ...Myanna.. -I- am.. Myanna.. I want.. to be My.. anna..! ** Winnowill sends openly ** Do you truly? ** "..N-No..?" ** Yes! ** Winnowill sends openly ** Which is it, little one? It cannot be both. ** Two sides warring, the image almost ready in your mind. One; a child, frightened, struggling for feeble defenses her dim mind was never meant to construct and the other; proud, tall, regal, the perfect image of a Glider and everything a Glider should be. The Glider, blue eyes cold nearly to the point of crystalline, reaches over to silence the child and the Wolfrider's knees buckle and she falls even as she sends, ** ...I.. w..ant.. t-to.. be.. I want to be.. Myanna..! ** The Lord of Blue Mountain nods slowly, as if she had known all along. ** Then stand and give me your hand. I will give you what you want. ** From her place, puddled on the floor, a slender hand reaches out slowly towards Winnowill. Winnowill's hand is extended, waiting. The Lord offers nothing more than that. The hand hesitates.. a mere breath away from the Lord's slender fingers.. then moves forward again to touch, to grasp the hand that is offered. The instant touch is established, magic laces through, offering strength, healing, and most of all the cleansing firey touch extended to the mind of the Glider trapped within. The Wolfrider would burst into tears and flee the scene, had she been in control. Instead, the wolf retreats into its den, growling in fear and hatred and intense fright. The hawk reaches out a feathery wing, pulling free of the bindings that hold it, reaching out to the firey breath that promises it what it wants so much. As SongBird hides, afraid, inside of herself, Myanna steps out, bravely, reaching out towards the tendrils of magic that call, that promise, that draw her out. Winnowill sends neither gently nor strongly, ** Myanna... let that pain go and come... let her fall away into her own and come back to us. ** Magic begins to tingle along the wolfblood, testing it, feeling it... preparing to change it slowly into that which is not yet. Myanna, regal and strong and -Glider-, keeps reaching, stretching. The wolfling cries out, scrambling suddenly to gain a foothold back, only to fall, tumbling backwards again, and Myanna directs her attention back to the firey, gleaming blaze of promise. She stretches, pulling out slowly, but surely, reaching.. Winnowill sends openly ** Come, Myanna... it has been too long that you slept. ** The magic begins to burn away the wolf, a strangely painless and almost exhilerating sensation that tingles along your very being. ** Too long.. yes.. too long.. ** Teal eyes more crystal than liquid threaten to take over the opaque of limbo in the wolfling's eyes as Myanna awakens, stretches, struggles to awaken to the dawn of new day, of new -life-. The wolfling cries and howls as any wolf should, pounding to be let out, but as the magic sizzles, sparking, it feeds upon the spark that -is- SongBird, and slowly, the wolf-bird's song begins to fade. Winnowill's send is all around, all within as it resonates. ** Let Nili go. ** Two hands, though always seperate, were linked in every way that counted. Nili clings to Myanna, pleading not to be let go, not to be lost, she's so afraid, don't let her go. But Myanna, crystal hard Glider Myanna, will not sleep again and lets go, letting Nili fall.. and fall.. until she all but disappears. Magic sendrils follow, offering the fallen what might be freedom... the freedom of escape and peaceful eternity of blissful nothingness even as the wolfblood is changed bit by bit, moment by moment. Magic touches fear, hatred, a sense of betrayal, and tears that seem to fill the void into which the wolfling has fallen. Escape.. peace.. blissful nothingness..? The child, for she is always a child here, cries and shrinks, yet a tentative hand reaches out, the light fading from the spirit, to touch the tendril, wishing and accepting all at once though the tears still flow. That enticing magic waits, offering and not threatening... as if to show that there can be compassion when needed. Another sendril is without that compassion, however, cleanly cutting through the physicalnees of the wolfen. The wolf blood.. the -wolf-.. meant to or not, Nili cries with every burn, with every searing burst of purity. To lose that which is a part of her, that has made her, she can only cry and she can only give in, as any would, reaching out to the beckoning magic, whispering for what it offers, wanting to take it and disappear into the nothingness, into blissful nothingness and escape. The magic glimmers, opening the way to that clean glimmering escape, glimpses of something far more ianthine than itself... something that calls with an undeniable .pull. and a realisation that it is the Palace of the High Ones. The Palace, the spirit's whisper is a breathy one, as the physical form exhales a long, sighing breath as if it her last.. and it is, for one, though not for the other. As Nili blurs, the pale glow strengthening with the song of the High Ones, turning golden and specked with sparkling dust, and she reaches for -that-.. reaching -away- from Myanna, -away- from her form, -away- from the Dark Lady.. to the thing of stories and beauties and a promise of peace. And so the magic notes the fading of the wolf with a slight shimmer, turning to the glider and bringing strength and purity to what which needs it most. The opaque of those teal eyes fades, slowly, but does not liquify as before, instead hardening, the pupil and iris all but scratching away from each other as the teal is crystallized, hardened with an uncountable age that does not truly belong to this body. Myanna whispers, softly, in her mind as she is strengthened, the magic filling and purifying, brushing away the cluttered dust left behind by the Wolfrider. She is -no- Wolfrider; she is Glider. Winnowill smiles faintly as she nods to the glider before her. ** Yours is the choice, Myanna. Your appearance...? ** No longer a wolfling, Myanna - yes, she notes, her lips curling ever so slightly and her eyes lightening so that they pale, that is her name - looks at her hands, curling the fingers, then turning them over to look, then tilts her chin up to look at the dark-tressed maiden - the much .taller. maiden, she realizes, the smile shifting to a frown. ** I.. am too small.. ** she states awkwardly. The taller nods once, a punctual nod which says much. The smaller of the two looks again to her hands, then up once more, spreading them before her in silent gesture. ** Please..? ** Winnowill indicates the ledge She uses for sleeping. ** Rest there. ** A frown settles upon Myanna's lips, but she nods in silent obediance, her footsteps silent upon the stone as she approaches the ledge. She lays a hesitant hand upon soft materials that line it, glances back over her shoulder, then moves to sit upon it as stated. [And so, the Shaping of the once-WolfRider begins. End log.]