Log Date: 9/23/96, 9/25/96
Log Cast:
	Zirek, Winnowill, Sar, Skef, Alorn, Eveshka, Azeure, Silverfox
Log Intro:
	The Glider party in the Palace is beginning to wear out its welcome.
Sar has approached Rayek -- and Rayek, upon discovering that Sar seems
interested in gaining the Palace only for the Gliders and that he scorns
Wolfriders, has irritably brushed off Sar's insistence that he should try
to move the Palace; Sar, in response, has grown irritated at Rayek. In
the meantime, Sar and Winnowill both have been taking steps to seduce
the young Go-Backs Zirek and Skef into being loyal to them, and it seems
to be working... but such steps continue to fail to regain Ktai for
Winnowill, for Ktai's loyalty to Rayek is far harder to subvert....

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You step through the doorway into...
You move away from the huge stone structure, stepping around the rubble that
  litters its immediate vicinity.
Entry Hall(#8823RAF)
Contents:
Sar
Zirek(#10641PJXc)
Bright Green Tent(#9206JOes)
Obvious exits:
Corridor  Winding Stairway  Doorway<Out>

Zirek mumbles, "Skef's got some meat. Are ya hung..." He pauses, trembling
  faintly.
Zirek draws in his breath, oblivious of Winnowill, entranced by Sar.

Winnowill walks in, and smiles darkly.

Sar straightens, taking a step away from Zirek. "My Lord."

Zirek turns, eyes kinda lost, breathing fast. "Winnowill." He struggles with
  etiquette, and manages a kinda bow.

Skef steps in from outside.
Skef has arrived.

Winnowill nods to both and looks to Sar.

Sar smiles faintly at Zirek, then turns his attention to Winnowill. "Young
  Zirek has expressed interest in learning more of our ways, Lord."

Zirek looks over gratefully to Skef. "Hey, Skef..."

You locksend ** Sar. We shall be preparing to leave soon. ** to Sar.

Skef strides in, and looks around, eyes falling on Zirek, and shooting him a
  little smile. "Zir."

Winnowill nods. ** I had heard. Will you be taking him to the Mountain then? **

Skef looks up at Sar and Winnowill... and moves over near Zirek, listening with
  a furrowed brow, thinking.

Winnowill
Tall and regal, this elf holds herself with grace and ease. The Lord of Blue
  Mountain is sure of herself, yet appears to remain in total relaxation... no
  matter what she does. Her long flowing hair is loose, yet caught up at the
  ends to drape about her arm along with the ends of her velvet black cloak.
  Soft white and black feathers accent the cloak and move in the air about her,
  yet the crown of woven black feathers atop her head almost demands attention.
  Her ever-changing eyes watch you with a mixture of regal impatience and calm
  self-assurrance and her lips quirk into an almost sinister smile. She
  inclines her head as if to warn you that you might be boring Her. Her send is
  soft yet dark in your mind.
** What do you want? **

Sar frowns faintly.
Sar locksends ** <hesitantly> Soon, Lord? How soon? **

You locksend ** Within the next few days, I am certain. ** to Sar.

Sar glances to Zirek. "Perhaps. What do you say, young one?"

Skef clears his throat. "Zir and I have to get back to the Lodge..." a careful
  glance at Winnowill. "I said he could study while he was here."

You sense in a locksend, Sar seems faintly uneasy about something. Very
  faintly. ** Yes, Lord. **

Zirek's eyes go all ... no, Sar... come on, pleeeeeze.

Sar raises a slanted eyebrow at Zirek.

Winnowill extends a hand to Skef. ** Come here. **

Zirek looks at Sar, at Skef, and then back. No... don't make me choose now.

You locksend ** Is there a problem, Sar? ** to Sar.

Skef gives a brief glance to Zirek and Sar... and then comes to Winnowill's side.
Overheard by Winnowill, Skef locksends to Zirek: ** I said while we were here,
  Zir... he can't make you go. **

And Zirek replies to Skef, also overheard by Winnowill: ** <<misery/longing>> I
  know. **

You sense in a locksend, Sar answers evasively. ** I have matters to finish
  here, Lord. It should not take long. **
Sar reaches out idly, stroking the back of Zirek's neck.

Skef looks up at the slender glider, with a heavy question in his eyes, that
  his lips just won't speak... too much rides on it.

Zirek lowers his head, submissive.

A dark smile touches Winnowill's lips.

You locksend ** Bring them both, Sar. Call it... a learning experience. ** to
  Sar.

Sar locksends ** Yes, Lord. I will. **

Winnowill rests her hand on Skef's shoulder. ** What is it that weighs so
  heavily upon you? ** It seems that she draws him away, leading him to walk
  with her around the room.

Sar murmurs. "Do not decide at once, young one. Think about my offer. I will
  speak to you again.. soon."

Zirek looks up, nodding, eyes yearning.

Skef furrows his brows, and his good hand rubs the fingers of the one strapped
  to his chest. "Leetah tried..." he breaths softly, confiding, as he walks
  with her. "...She said maybe here... but..." a little frown, anger perhaps.

Winnowill's smile darkens. ** But what? **

Skef looks down, a set to his jaw. "She couldn't heal it." A little raw nerve
  touched, perhaps, his finger massage the useless wrist, "It didn't /used/ to
  feel at all." Ah... she woke nerves that had mercifully died... but could not
  restore it, perhaps. It looks like it pains him now.

Sar nods gravely to Zirek, but his attention seems to be wandering somewhat as
  he looks after Winnowill.

Zirek turns away, miserable, yearning. He looks up at Sar and nods. Yes.
Zirek turns and runs.
Zirek steps through the doorway outside.
Zirek approaches the huge stone structure.

You locksend ** /A soft laugh/ You're learning well, Sar. Give chase... see
  what happens. ** to Sar.

Sar smiles... and floats away.

Winnowill slides her hand down to Skef's bound wrist. ** Shall I see what can
  be done? **

Sar steps through the doorway outside.
Sar approaches the huge stone structure.

Skef swallows slightly, and nods softly. He turns a bit, letting her see the
  arm that does not function anymore.

Skef locksends ** <<Sense of debt owed, if only she CAN... tho he doesn't have
  words for it. so MUCH rides on it, for him.>> **

Winnowill lightly touches the arm, a warm tingle spreading, offering ease of
  pain. Magic sense tingles as she examines the arm.

Skef lets a tense breath out, at the touch... relief in it- although the pain
  is not great, it is unrelenting. The fingers twitch faintly, wounded nerves
  that cannot respond to his commands... twisted far before birth, the arm
  simply did not develop the things it needs to function properly- without that
  development, he will never be able to use it.

Winnowill nods. ** There is hope... but you will have to come with me to the
  Mountain. There is much I must do to help you... and it will take time. **

Skef blinks up at you, and shakes his head slowly- "Mah... the Lodge... .."
  needs him? yes. needs him, but whole. He frowns a little, wrestling with it.
  He came this far... "How long?" a tremulous question, that makes him glance
  over his shoulder fafter his Friend... Zirek could learn, while he healed...

Winnowill removes her hand, but the pain remains absent. ** It could take
  years. **

Skef sinks a bit. years... he stares up at you, mortified by that.

Winnowill smiles faintly. ** It could also take years for Zirek to learn what
  he wishes to. **

Skef touches the pain-free fingers... and regards you as he wrestles with it.
  He sets his jaw, and nods once, agreeing. A whole leader... what good, if he
  can't come back whole. "If Zirek agrees." he adds, a late afterthought, borne
  of concern that glints in his eyes.

Winnowill nods. ** Good. **

Skef draws himself upright a bit more, "When do we leave? How long will it take
  to get there?" He makes himself look more mature than his not-quite-11 turns.

Winnowill smiles. ** We shall be leaving within the next two days, I
  believe.... and travel for almost a week. **

Skef beams, as if he'd had any hand in this decision. He nods soberly, and
  folds his arm across his chest. "I can pack enough meat for a week in that
  time." he harumphs, satisfied.

Winnowill nods. ** Good. Perhaps you should start hunting. **

Skef nods soberly. "Hunting's almost as bad here as at the Lodge..." he furroes
  his brow, distracted by the business at hand. things to do! "...maybe Zirek
  will help..." he turns, mind already occupied by his list of things he thinks
  he'll need to do.

Winnowill watches him with dark knowing eyes.

Skef pauses by the door, and looks back at you soberly. "Thank you." a soft
  whisper, he doesn't wait for it to be answered, as he slips out.
Skef steps through the doorway outside.
Skef approaches the huge stone structure.

[Later, inside the Palace....]

Alorn drifts all but silently into the hall, once more holding lightly to the
  stem of a rose. This one, though, is not black... she pauses here, still
  quiet.

Winnowill paces, the sound of her slippered feet softly echoing in the hall.

Alorn drifts closer still, pausing again before alighting. "Lord..?"

She turns, her dark eyes looking at you before answering. "Yes, Alorn?"

Alorn
A tall elf is this one, easily as tall as a human, though she is far more
  slender and fragile than any with five fingers could ever be. Her
  silver-white hair has been left short, though now is pulled into a tight
  braid from which a single curl escapes just behind her left ear. Her eyes are
  as blue as glacial ice, framed in silvery lashes.
She wears the garb of one of the Chosen of Blue Mountain once again, and she
  wears it proudly. A bodysuit of stark black leather clings to her figure,
  neckline plunging down her chest to almost her stomach, though the lower half
  of it is filled with fabric, the silver and white and twilight blue in it
  forming a pattern somewhat like a spider's web. Over that is worn another
  form-fitting suit crafted of wide silver mesh, fitted apparently around her
  slender waist by a silver belt. Clipped to the left of that is, once more, a
  black-corded talon whip.
Carrying:
a crystal shard
feather fan

The other Glider tips her head ever so faintly to one side, the creamy white
  flower apparently all but forgotten. She stands not far off, a few paces
  perhaps, but makes no move to come closer. Yet. "What troubles you?"

Winnowill's voice is low and mildly annoyed. "Ktai... continues to fight me...
  with Rayek's aid. I need the two of them separated... and that isn't going to
  happen this time. Zirek and Skef are travelling with us, so someone will have
  to come back for Ktai later."

"Why do you wish her to return?" The other's voice is soft, silvery as always.

Her eyes narrow slightly, then she seems to shrug. "She is a Glider, and
  therefore belongs in the Mountain."

Alorn nods faintly, now drifting closer. "Of course.." The words trail off,
  then after a moment are picked up elsewhere. "The gobacks come, then?"

Winnowill nods. "The one, Zirek, has expressed a desire to learn of us. He is
  also quite - taken with Sar.

She chuckles softly at that, gliding just a little beyond where you stand, then
  pauses and turns there. "Good. And the other?"

You say "He wishes me to heal his arm. Of course... there is a price..."

Alorn nods again.

Winnowill slowly begins to pace again.

She watches this for a moment before drifting almost into step behind you.

The send is soft. ** Can I help you with something, Alorn? **

** No.. ** The answer comes equally as soft. ** Perhaps, though, I can help
  you. **

Winnowill doesn't stop moving. ** Oh? **

She stays just a little bit behind you. ** Yes.. **

Winnowill pauses now, turning to regard you. ** And how is that? **

Alorn merely stands. ** Sometimes it is best to take one's mind off the
  problems that besiege it.. **

Winnowill's smile turns faintly sardonic. ** And how would you suggest I do
  that? **

Alorn silently offers Winnowill the rose.

Winnowill smiles faintly and takes the rose after looking to Alorn for a moment.

Sar floats in, hovering nearby as he considers the scene.

Alorn locksends ** <Soft as a whisper, she sends.. more a thought than an
  actual statement.> You have but to ask, Lord. **
Alorn folds her hands together at the wrists and again quietly watches
  Winnowill.

The darkest of smiles touches Winnowill's lips briefly. ** Perhaps I already
  have, Alorn. **

Alorn raises an eyebrow.

Winnowill walks close to Alorn, and reaches out, her fingers caressing Alorn's
  ear lightly. For a moment, it is as if she might say something, but she is
  silent, and then turns.
** Sar. What news? ** Winnowill's send is her usual commanding tone.
You locksend ** I trust this will be - discussed further... ** to Alorn.

Sar floats closer, and lands nearby with a slightly smug look. ** Young Zirek
  has agreed to return with us to Blue Mountain. **.

Alorn turns a little so that now she faces Sar and again watches, still silent.
Alorn locksends ** Of course.. **

Winnowill nods. ** Very good. The Skef will join us as well. Perhaps it would
  be prudent if you left ahead of time... to ascertain all is well for my
  arrival. **

Sar looks uncertain, glancing to one of the corridors. ** If that is your wish,
  lord. **

You locksend ** Did you not wish to flee the wolfrider? ** to Sar.

Winnowill's dark eyes look to Sar's.

Sar
Tall, and slender, as all gliders are, Sar's eyes are quiet, curious about the
  world, color dampened somewhat. A featureless metal helmet is on his head and
  frames his pale, high-cheekboned face. He wears the outfit of a Chosen, the
  dark blues and blacks of the cloth fit closely to his body. The collar is
  low, adorned with soft feathers, and diamond patterns reaching up his sides
  and down narrow legs. Boots are on his feet, knee high and feathered as well,
  and at his hip is a talonwhip, weapon of the Chosen Eight.

Sar straightens slightly under that regard.
Sar locksends ** I fear no wolfrider, Lord. I was merely... startled, the first
  time. **

Winnowill simply smiles thoughtfully.
You locksend ** Indeed. I... shall keep your hasty - departure in mind. ** to
  Sar.

Sar says "I still believe I would be of more use here, Lord. There are too many
  here for Alorn to handle alone. If they get, ah, rebellious."
You sense in a locksend, Sar squirms mentally.

Winnowill nods. ** However, we leave later this day, Sar. **

Sar inclines his head, still reluctantly. "Very well, Lord." He considers.
  "However, Talon will not be able to carry both Eveshka and the outsiders. I
  will need to take her back first, then return for the rest."

Winnowill nods. ** Yes... she does seem to have a distinct - distaste for the
  Palace. I'll have to see what can be done about that. **

Sar considers. "Do you wish to see her before we depart?"

Winnowill's lips purse, then she smiles darkly. ** Indeed. Bring her to me. **

Sar bows slightly. "Yes, Lord."
Sar steps through the doorway outside.
Sar approaches the huge stone structure.

Winnowill smiles darkly, turning to you briefly.

Alorn still stands there, quiet.

You locksend ** Do you know what it is that you have asked? ** to Alorn.

Alorn locksends ** I do. **

You locksend ** Indeed. ** to Alorn.

Alorn locksends ** If I did not know, would I have asked? **

You locksend ** Many ask what they do not know. They are more the fools for it.
  ** to Alorn.

Alorn locksends ** Am I a fool, then? **

You locksend ** You ask what you know. Does that make you a fool? ** to Alorn.

Alorn locksends ** You tell me. **

You locksend ** Perhaps. Perhaps not. ** to Alorn.

Sar steps in from outside.
Eveshka follows Sar, feeling as much dragged by Sar as she can.

Alorn looks away from Winnowill again, toward Sar and Eveshka. She smiles
  faintly at the latter.

Winnowill smiles faintly to Alorn and nods to Sar, then her eyes darken as she
  looks to Eveshka.

Eveshka locksends, to Winnowill, Sar: ** <One small protest> I don't like it
  here... **

Sar releases Eveshka's arm as they reach Winnowill, and steps back.

Winnowill reaches towards Eveshka, her magic dormant... for now.

Eveshka steps back. No. She doesn't want to be here.

You locksend ** /As if a side thought./ Mathyn couldn't even control her. ** to
  Alorn.

Sar is right behind Eveshka.

Alorn locksends ** <agreement> **
Alorn glances between Lord, Chosen and daughter, totally expressionless.

Eveshka backs into Sar. She's not heavy... and it's a good thing.

Winnowill nears Eveshka, and upon contact, sends.

You locksend ** Eveshka... Kaia... I am sending you back to the Mountain...
  isn't that what you want? ** to Eveshka.

Eveshka stiffens, then nods mutely.

Zirek enters and sees all the gliders. He shyly moves to Sar's side.

Eveshka gets sucessfully pinned in place on three sides. This is not good.

Sar is currently right behind Eveshka, seeing to it that she doesn't get any
  ideas about running off as Winnowill, ah, speaks to her. He spares a glance
  for Zirek, but looks all business.

Alorn stands slightly behind and to the right of Winnowill, watching. She too
  glances over toward Zirek, inclining her head lightly in greeting.

Zirek nods, standing back,awaiting orders.

Winnowill glances to the others, then returns her dark gaze to Eveshka.
You locksend ** Poor lost little child... You don't even feel the magic within
  the Palace, do you, Kaia? ** to Eveshka.

Eveshka makes a small sound... somewhere between a whimper and a sob.

Zirek shifts position, looking uncertain. He rubs the back of his neck,
  glancing around. Too quiet.

Winnowill smiles darkly to Eveshka, then a slight darkness hovers about her
  hand.

Alorn frowns faintly.

You locksend ** Kaia... feel it... the power that you could use... ** to
  Eveshka.

Alorn locksends ** What is it you do, Lord? **

Zirek watches, eyes wide.

You locksend ** I show her the power that she could have.... if only she
  listened to the Palace. ** to Alorn.

Sar glances from the corner of his eye over to Zirek.

You locksend ** /The power is dark and overwhelming. Thickly sweet, it seeks
  to corrupt with the mind-dazing gifts it can offer./ ** to Eveshka.

Alorn locksends, to Zirek, Winnowill: ** <To Zirek.. yup><Whisper soft and
  faintly dark..> Behold the power of Glider Lord, young one.. **

Eveshka gasps, Winnowill's magic pouring through her. "No..." Her voice is
  weak, a whisper really.

Winnowill's send is for all to feel, darkly powerful yet retained. ** Why not,
  Eveshka? It is who you are. **

Zirek watches, hand resting on the hilt of his sword. He looks rapt,
  thoughtful. Yet relaxed, sort of.

Alorn folds her arms over her stomach, still rather expressionless.

Eveshka winces, trying to back further into Sar. "No... I'm not..."

You locksend ** But you will be... ** to Eveshka.
Winnowill lowers her hand, and the magic ceases.

Sar smiles faintly.

Eveshka blinks, and released, slides down Sar, sitting at his feet.

Winnowill smiles to herself, and raises the cream-coloured rose to smell it.
You locksend ** Take her now... she will think of that the entire trip. ** to
  Sar.

Sar inclines his head to Winnowill, and leans down to support Eveshka to her
  feet. Getting a secure grip around her waist as both rise, he tells Zirek.
  "You will wait for my return."

Zirek nods, sharp grey eyes watching Sar quietly.

Eveshka is mostly limp in Sar's arms, but she attempts to stand.

Alorn glances from Eveshka to Winnowill, and back again.

Sar escorts Eveshka out of the Palace.

Winnowill continues to smell the rose, her smile dark and hidden by the petals.

Zirek turns his attention to Winnowill, watching her quietly. He seems little
  bothered, maybe just a touch.

Alorn looks now at Zirek, lifting one silvery eyebrow just a bit.
Alorn locksends ** What price did you ask of this one? **

You locksend ** What he gave me. ** to Alorn.

Zirek says, "I know this prolly isn't the time, but we're leavin' and Skef was
  wonderin' if someone could take Wolf and drop him off in the Goback lands. We
  didn't reckon you'd want him in the mountain."

Winnowill looks to Alorn. "Alorn...?"

Alorn nods faintly. "Yes Lord?"

You say "Will you assist them? And quickly?"

Zirek grins, bowing to Winnowill. "Thanks."

Alorn nods once. "Of course."

Winnowill nods. "Then go... and quickly. There isn't much time to spare."

[Later again, but not too much....]

Alorn takes a few steps closer, nearer now to the base of the stairs. "All is
  well?"

Winnowill smirks. "Is all ever well, Alorn?"

Alorn chuckles softly and shakes her head. "I suppose not."

Winnowill makes a small sound of annoyance.

Alorn raises an eyebrow.

Winnowill scowls towards one of the corridors. "She's becoming too skilled.

Alorn frowns faintly and nods.

Winnowill raises a hand to her forehead. Her fingers glow momentarily.

Alorn watches Winnowill for a moment before sighing softly.

You locksend ** /The send is velvet and caressing./ Azeure. ** to Azeure.

Azeure locksends ** Yes Lord? **

You locksend ** Take Skef and leave for the Mountain now. ** to Azeure.

Azeure locksends ** Yes my Lord.. you are certain you would not like me to
  stay.. in case the Wolfbloods rise against you again? **

You locksend ** All will be well. ** to Azeure.

Azeure locksends ** Yes Lord.. where shall I find the mongrel? **

You locksend ** Sar mentioned that he was near to the west of the Palace ** to
  Azeure.

Winnowill lowers her hand and looks about her. Hm. Alorn and Zirek. Interesting.

Azeure locksends ** I see.. **

Zirek shifts his weight idly.

Azeure locksends ** He appears to be sleeping.. **

Alorn busies herself contemplating the spiral.

Zirek looks idle, but comfortable.

You locksend ** So wake him. /There is slight annoyance./ ** to Azeure.

Zirek yawns a little, hanging back, halfway between bored child and guardian.

Alorn glances for a moment to her Lord.
Alorn locksends ** Something wrong? **

You locksend ** Only a minor annoyance. ** to Alorn.

Alorn locksends ** Is there anything I can do? **

You locksend ** The headache shall pass. ** to Alorn.

Azeure locksends ** And so I'm off **

Winnowill shakes her head slowly. "Alorn... will you - assist me? Ktai has
  given me quite... the headache..."

You locksend ** Very good, Azeure. ** to Azeure.

Alorn nods a bit. "Of course."

Zirek tilts his head, "Let me know if I can do anything."

Winnowill nods, reaching out for the one more her height.
You locksend ** Come... to my tent later. Bring something to eat... ** to Zirek.

Zirek blinks and ... nods.

Alorn moves up a bit, offering a hand to Winnowill.

Winnowill takes the hand, and walks to meet Alorn.

Alorn inclines her head lightly toward Zirek, then turns toward the doorway,
  quietly leading Winnowill.

Winnowill walks with Alorn, smiling faintly to Zirek.

Alorn steps through the doorway outside.

You step out through the doorway, leaving the entry hall behind.
Palace(#500Jae)
Contents:
Alorn
Obvious exits:
Doorway
You approach the huge battered stone structure.

Alorn moves away from the huge stone structure nearby.

You move away from the huge stone structure, stepping around the rubble that
  litters its immediate vicinity.
Wide Pass Through World's Spine Mountains(#356RJ)
Contents:
Alorn
Tent(#8647e)
Silverfox(#6153PJXc)
Humbugger(#9936Jao)
Silvie's tent(#8012JLe)
ShootingStar
Palace(#500Jae)
Obvious exits:
Mountains<W>  Northwest<NW>  South<S>

Silverfox looks up at the stars, on the other side of her tent, away from the
  Palace.

Alorn moves away from the Palace.. eh.. holding hands with Winnowill? Well,
  okay, she moves toward the Glider tent.

Winnowill follows slowly, yes, hand in Alorn's.

Silverfox reacts to something, maybe one of the birds, or a rustling of clothe,
  and peeks around her tent to see what's happening.

Alorn reaches the tent, moving to hold open one of it's doorflaps.

Silverfox's eyes widen as she looks at the two gliders....
Silverfox gulps and just shakes her head.

Winnowill nods to Alorn and steps into the tent.
Tent(#8647e)

You locksend ** Well? ** to Alorn.

As you enter, Winnowill sits on the cushions. ** What is it that you offered
  earlier, Alorn? **

She stops just inside the tent, letting the heavy fabric fall behind her. "You
  know, I think.."

Winnowill nods thoughtfully. ** And what brought you to this decision? **

"Does it matter?"

Winnowill sends openly ** Only if you want it to. **

"There are reasons for everything I do, Winnowill. Each reason is as a single
  thread in a piece of fabric.. some go together to form one piece of the
  cloth, which is, in the end, only a part of the whole."

Winnowill sends openly ** Indeed, Alorn. Perhaps you shall explain it to me
  sometime. But... you didn't come here for simple conversation, did you? **

"If simple conversation would please you.. then, that is why I am here."

Winnowill sends openly ** I think we both know better. **
Winnowill offers her hand to you.

Alorn moves closer now, taking your hand.
You locksend ** /Velvety/ Show me what it is you want. ** to Alorn.

Alorn locksends ** Show you? **

Winnowill pulls you towards her, and her voice is low. "Show me..."

Alorn settles almost too lightly on the cushion, watching you rather intently
  for a moment. "Show you." She repeats, softly.

Winnowill nods laconically.

Alorn locksends ** <Alright. She shows you. Something opens, releasing a
  twisting swirl of thoughts and emotions, laced here and there with memories.
  An element of fear is there, along with one of almost distant triumph..
  somewhere is a desire merely to please.. but it does not end there. Too many
  things whirl together.> **

You locksend ** /She reads it all. All that you willlingly give her./ Then
  come. ** to Alorn.

Alorn moves closer.

Winnowill reaches out and caresses your cheek.

Alorn almost smiles.

Winnowill opens her arms, her hand still holding yours.

Alorn actually does ponder this one last time before moving closer still, now
  directly opposite you. Her hand comes up to your cheek slowly, even carefully.

Winnowill remains still, her arms open and a slight fond smile on her lips.

After a moment or two, her hand moves up to loosen the feathery crown. "What is
  it -you- want?"

As you remove the crown, Winnowill trails her hands down your arms. ** Whatever
  is given. **

Alorn nods a little, moving her other hand up now to gently remove the
  feathers. ** Very well. **

Winnowill allows her hands to trail along your sides, resting at your waist.

[End log.]