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Summary: Winnowill checks in to see how the traitorous Larias is doing in the 
Cage. When the wrong responses are given, the'fun' begins.

Characters: Larias & Winnowill

The Cage
Shadows, dark and dank and cold, flicker in the dim torch light that sheds faint 
light in the place beyond you. Twisted, thorn-laced bars keep you from that, and 
keep you locked in a small cavern which gives you no place to hide. All you do 
is visable, though you are probably so broken by now that you do not care.

>From outside the cage, Winnowill arrives from the Rock Garden.

Larias is floating in the cage, looking as if relaxing as pleasantly as possible

>From outside the cage, Winnowill's arch send drags you into awareness. ** 
Larias. **

Larias grimaces slightly, landing silently on the cage floor as she stares out 
the bars.

>From outside the cage, The white-clad dark Lord simply stands there, arms 
folded, expression n dissapproving. ** You forgot something, didn't you? **

Larias stands there, as well as one in a cage can be expected considering, ** I 
am not who I was when I left to complete your plan. **

>From outside the cage, Winnowill tilts her head slightly. ** And exactly who are 
you now? **

Larias sends openly, ** I am Larias. **

>From outside the cage, Winnowill smirks faintly. ** And who is Larias? **

Larias bows her head and smiles lightly, ** I am. **

>From outside the cage, Winnowill smirks, a send lashing out. ** And who am I, 
/Larias/? Have you forgotten? **

Larias cringes slightly, gritting her teth, ** You are Winnowill. Lord Vol's 
once lovemate, healer of those that needed aide, now Lord of the Mounatin **

>From outside the cage, A dark smile settles on Winnowill's face. ** And who am I 
to You? **

Larias pauses before she answers, as if thinking this very carefully, finally it 
comes, her send defiant, ** You are the one holding me captive. **

>From outside the cage, Winnowill chuckles darkly. ** Am I? It seems you do that 
yourself. **

Larias looks up, through the bars meeting your gaze carefully only for a moment 
or two, ** If I had the ability, I would have shaped myself out. I am not the 
one holding me prisoner, you are. **
Larias waits patiently, maybe even wary of your response. But alas, it is the 
truth as she now sees it.

>From outside the cage, Winnowill tsks softly.
>From outside the cage, A moment, pauses, then She moves forwards to reach a 
slender hand through the bars. ** Let me see where they harmed you. **

Larias glides away from the bars, her back nearing the cages wall as she shakes 
her head, ** I ask the same of you as I did of everyone else when I was here 
before. Do not touch me. **
Larias continues, ** I am not harmed, and I need no healing. **

>From outside the cage, Winnowill's fingers crook. ** Come here. **

Larias lands softly on the floor again, her eyes flickering about for a way out 
of this.

>From outside the cage, Winnowill sees no way out, save death.

Larias steps slowly forward, her hand nearing the bar enough where you can touch 
it.

>From outside the cage, Winnowill smiles thinly, ther touch light and yet 
powerful. ** Magic laces through, assessing, cataloging... touching deeply. **

Larias stands there, stock still, knowing that your magic courses through her, 
ready to fight if necessary if anything feels as if its changing.
>From outside the cage, Winnowill sends idly, as though in typical 
conversaion.**Relax, Larias. It's less painful that way.**

Long distance to Winnowill: Larias is logging yup.. okie.. Several very very
  old wolf wounds arm and leg mostly, a broken bone here and there, all set and
  healed naturally, vocal chords that aren't worth a damn from no use for 7000
  years (or there abouts), and more than likely a couple other things I can't
  remember off top of my head

Larias does not relax, her guard, mentally and magically are up, ** I will relax 
when you are finished. **

The old wounds are bypassed, the ianthine touch slipping lower into your beeing.
 
Larias's eyes flicker to you, ** What are you doing? I need no healing **

>From outside the cage, Winnowill sends faintly. ** So... do you prefer the life 
of a WolfRider? **

Larias arches a delicate brow, ** I prefer living out of the Mountain. I detest 
their wolves, but I understand the Ouside more than I do here. **

>From outside the cage, Winnowill nods once. ** It would be all too easy... to 
give you the ability to live out there. **

Larias smirks lightly, her face rather smoothed as Az taught her, ** I already 
have the abilities, else I would not be alive now. **

>From outside the cage, Winnowill sends openly, ** Would you? I wonder. ** The 
magic ebbs and flows within, tingling here, twinging there...

Larias resists as best she can, even so mauch as to pull away from your touch.

>From outside the cage, Winnowill doesn't let go... and it might be due to her 
magic that you remain still within her touch.

Larias glares icily, ** Let me go... <panic> **

>From outside the cage, Winnowill arches an eyebrow. ** Let you go? Why... 
Larias... are you afraid of Me? **

Larias struggles against your magic, ** Let me go.. please! **

>From outside the cage, Winnowill's magic continues to tingle. ** Why? **

Larias shivers at the tingling, obviously not liking this at all, ** Please, 
no.. don't touch.. I don't like it.. **

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