From i8442449@unicorn.it.wsu.edu Thu Apr 20 23:16:36 1995 Return-Path: Received: from unicorn.it.wsu.edu by netcom6.netcom.com (8.6.12/Netcom) id XAA10971; Thu, 20 Apr 1995 23:16:35 -0700 Received: by unicorn.it.wsu.edu; (5.65/1.1.8.2/11Jan95-0459PM) id AA32234; Thu, 20 Apr 1995 23:16:50 -0700 Received: by unicorn.it.wsu.edu; (5.65/1.1.8.2/11Jan95-0459PM) id AA02151; Thu, 20 Apr 1995 23:14:37 -0700 From: Khathyria Castellan Message-Id: <9504210614.AA02151@unicorn.it.wsu.edu> Subject: Joy - Zanleah with the Mountain Log To: i8442449@unicorn.it.wsu.edu (Khathyria Castellan) Date: Thu, 20 Apr 1995 23:14:37 -0700 (PDT) X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL24] Content-Type: text Content-Length: 7118 Sender: i8442449@unicorn.it.wsu.edu Status: RO Pwyll blinks a few more times, and then his frown deepens.` Joy holds her head as if it were hurting, ** I don't know! ** You locksend ** You must decide *now*...it must be now, Zanleah. If you do not decide, you will never truly be home ** to Joy. Joy sends openly ** I want to go home, I want my lifemate..my family! It's not the same here! ** You locksend ** You rlifemate is not at home, he left you there ** to Joy. Joy glances to Alorn, then Pwyll.. You say "The answer is in you, Zanleah, not with them" Pwyll walks forward even more till he stands beside Joy, and he slips his hand into hers. Joy squeezes her brothers hand and looks to Winnowill, "I'm not special and I don't believe you." Arista seems to come in from one of the many surrounding halls, to the southwest, maybe. Arista has arrived. Iiolanthe says, softly, "Most people who are special think they are not, Joy..." You locksend ** Even in my sending, you do not ** to Joy. Iiolanthe's tone is very earnest, gentle. Joy sighs and shakes her head "No.." Joy says "Just take us home.." Joy says "Reevol wasn't lying...Jasmael wasn't lying..and now she's gone.." Joy says "I want to go." Winnowill sighs softly, "Then you have failed me, Zanleah..." Winnowill stands and offers the whip back to Alorn Alorn takes the whip, bows lightly, and glides back to where she was. Joy glances down. Joy closes her eyes and sighs. You locksend ** Simply answer me one question. How long will it be before you can live with what you have done -- everytime an elf dies because of cold or hunger on this world...for every death a human or troll causes...how long will it be before you realize you were theone who could have saved them? ** to Joy. Winnowill looks at Joy Joy winces, covering her ears and send-shouts ** STOP IT STOP IT!!! ** Milani has connected. Joy opens her eyes, blazing at Winnowill ** You are EVIL! Take us home! ** Winnowill shakes her head softly, "That, I cannot do just now, Zanleah." Iiolanthe stands silently, watching. "She can lead them back, anger them agaisnt us..." Pwyll scowls, and winces. He looks up at Joy fearfully. Milani places a comforting hand on Pwyll's shoulder. You locksend ** Count them one by one, Joy. Every death will be your fault. When you dream at night, they will be of the deaths to comebecause you did not live up to your potential ** to Joy. Joy falls to her knees, bending over in tears, "Leave me alone... leave me alone" She wimpers softly. You locksend to Joy, Winnowill sends very closely, ** One, two, three. Is that Pwyll? Four, five, six...how many more, Zanleah? Mother, father, sister, brother, Jasmael...Ten, elven twelve ... all because of you ** Milani strokes Pwyll's hair gently, sending to him. Pwyll gets down on his knees by Joy, frowning, eyes going to Milani, and then back again. Joy whispers softly, "Please..stop...please.." Pwyll strokes Joy's hair, helplessly. You locksend ** Tribe, by tribe, elf by elf, child by cold, hungry, sick child...you will have killed each one ** to Joy. Joy turns to burry herself in her brothers arms. Joy cries out gently, though witha horse voice. She claws at her head, "No....." You locksend ** And because you wanted to go somewhere called home where a lifemate who never loved you will not be to meet you ** to Joy. Milani blinks down at Joy. Milani locksends ** Will you heal the child my lord? ** You locksend ** She has brought this upon herself ** to Milani. Milani looks up at Winnowill for a moment. You locksend ** And dosomethingwith her brother. ** to Milani. Joy wraps her arms about her brother and sobs helplessly... Pwyll holds onto Joy, and stares at Winnowill. Milani locksends ** Come away child, we will fly, and go to see my bond, Lord Winnowill and Iiolanthe will help your sister feel better..(warm feelings) ** Winnowill sits down in her throne, looking about the room. You locksend to Joy, Winnowill sends thoughts of elves who could be living happily together..how you helped them all. how you are as happy as ever. But then there is a darkness. And the holts are empty save only your mother who reaches out to you, ** Why have you done this to me, ,daughter? ** Alorn continues to watch, expressionless. Pwyll frowns even more deeply. Long distance to Silversong: Winnowill nods...is just abusing Joy really Joy holds her head again, startig another fitful trance. You locksend ** Of course, it must be nice that you have a mother and father that you canlet die whenever you choose ** to Joy. Iiolanthe watches, her face a cool mask, neither approving, or not. Joy mutters, "Father..Mother.." Milani touches Pwyll's forehead lightly. You locksend ** Of course, it would be nice to talk to them if you hadn't let them die, wouldn't it? ** to Joy. Pwyll looks over at Milani, eyes very serious as he nods. Milani nods to Pwyll, smiling. You locksend to Joy, Winnowill sends very closely and sharply, ** They could be alive now, instead of..(image of a smoking cinder called home where the humans have burned it down) ** Joy be less afraid and make her happy.s Pwyll looks between Milani and Joy again, biting his lip. Azeure seems to come in from the... southeast? Azeure has arrived. Joy winces again, sendshouting one last time ** NOOOO!!!!!** before slumping into Pwyll's arms, unconscious. Azeure bows as he enters ** Greetings. ** Pwyll blinks, adn wraps his arms _hard_ around Joy. Azeure blinks and arches a brow at the sendshout You say "Alorn, take the child somewhere. Zaleah. Milani, look after Pwyll" Milani blinks at Joy, **You see Pwyll, I told you she was sick...here, step back, let her be healed..she cannot be healed with you clinging to her like that.** Winnowill ponders, then stands, walking towards Zanleah Alorn glides over to the group in the middle of the room, and kneels. Pwyll pushes Milani's hand away with one arm, keeping the other around Joy. "No. I wanna stay with her." Alorn looks at Pwyll. ** She will be safe.. if you let her come. ** You locksend to Joy, Winnowill sends very closely, then her sends take another form. It appears like Silversong, ** You know who I am. You must not turn away from your destiny. I am sorry for doing this to you, but you cannot come back to us if you do not accept who you are ** Milani looks sternly at Pwyll, **If you stay wrapped around her like that, it will be harder to heal her.** Pwyll stares at Alorn. ** She's safe right here. ** then he looks up at Milani. ** You're all being mean again. ** Winnowill shakes her head, "No, child. Is it mean to heal a sick elf, or mean to get mad like she did?" Alorn gently tries to pry Pwyll's fingers away. ** Perhaps.. ** Milani says "No Pwyll, you're denying her the chance to be healed." Milani says "Do you want her to get sicker?" Milani says "Maybe to die?" Milani looks at the child firmly. Iiolanthe says softly, "We all love her, Pwyll... why do you think we want her with us..." Azeure crosses his arms across his chest, looking on. Milani touches Pwyll's hair again, in a motherly gesture, "Now Pwyll, let us heal Zanleah, we want her to be well, we love her, as we love you, little one."