SATURDAY, MAY 22, 2004
Logfile from Two Moons - Savith.
Main Hall
The room rises up round, walls idle in their shape, with little regard to gravity, and fluid stone columns drip from the ceiling to floor, curving and twisting into deep blue shadows. The massive room is dim, lit only at the far side, where rises the skeleton of a great bird, hovering protectively over the throne of Blue Mountain's Lord. Deep, wide stairs rise up to greet the throne, stopping many feet below, leaving no evident manner of ascending the seat. From time to time, elves flit in and out, through hallways and through narrow, holes in the walls, high above the floor.
Every so often, Savith grins faintly as flickering emotions from his lifemate come to him. The joys of a new child. Ah, so wonderful. But then, it's right back to that sour 'all-business' look. At least, until the next time he grins slightly.
Winnowill tenses in her seat, while the feeling of magical energies being summoned and drawn thrums through the hall. Its as if the air goes thicker for a moment.
Well, that certainly gets Savith's attention. The faint grin vanishes, as he turns his head sharply to his Lord. He floats an inch closer, waiting.
A slight smile plays over the Lord's lips. One that any Chosen would know means someone somewhere is soon to be in very much pain.
The smile makes Savith swallow. Oh boy. And his soul, unbidden, checks on another part of itself. Everything's fine there? Thank the High Ones.
Winnowill breathes in a gasp.. what the??!?!
As Winnowill gasps, Savith tenses. His mind opens, waiting and ready for a thought from his Lord, anything, an order or something, to tell him what he must do, what is happening, how he can do Her Will.
Winnowill furrows her brow, more energy focusing and directing.. sweat breaks out on her brow.
And little klaxons go off in Savith's mind. Danger, Will Robinson! Danger! Something's got the Lord working hard, but now it's clear to Savith: this something is not near by. He sends to the kitchen, to have a fresh pitcher of cool clear water brought: NOW.
Winnowill gasps awake, her eyes wide. She clutches for something, and finds nothing. She teeters, and falls, tumbling down th steps of her Throne.
ACK!! Seeing Winnowill fall, Savith drops like a stone, hoping to gather up his fallen Lord before she can fall all the way to the floor. And this, just as the kitchen server flies in pitcher and goblet on a tray.
Winnowill falls into Savith;s arms, a shocked expression on her face. She mutters.. "What?" A moment later she regains herself. And anger steeples her brow. "Gather the Chosen, NOW."
