A Return

[Anastasia]

"Come," Corellon concurs, "Join us." A plate of food and a glass of fruit wine appear before you, the smell of it a delicate medley of flavors.

The Triune inclines her head, "Rest for a time, brave warrioress. Congratulations - you may even keep up with my Jaela if you keep this up."

[Corwin]

Seira takes the proffered place. She might already have a drink, but why turn down more? She'll just as easily finish them both! She gives Corellon a grateful smile and winks at Amaryl, before telling the Triune with a crooked smile, "I know enough to not compete with Jaela where her talents lay. Happily, we seem to occupy different niches that best embody our philosophies and approaches to combat!"

Mulling over Kascha's stories, she adds, "A shame about her spotty luck, though. True highs and great lows with no in-between, wasn't it for her? If I come across a suitable soul in need of rescue, would you mind if I guided her towards it? That sort of quest often has tremendous knock-on effects, I've found."

[Anastasia]

"Go ahead," The Triune agrees, " I have no objection."

Meanwhile, the Elf-Father drinks and listens, "A question, Seira. What will you do now that Amaryl has ascended?"

Amaryl finishes her own drink and smiles widely, "What can't we do? There's so much that can be done."

[Corwin]

"I plan to liberate the Inner Planes," Seira responds, even as her will ensures that none overhear her, much like Hanali had done around them previously. "The vile practice of slavery will be eradicated from them by both pen and sword. I will deal with the worst offenders on Fire personally, and Amaryl will take care of Earth. All the major trading companies amidst the planes even remotely within our sphere of influence will make the practice too expensive to bother with for the greedy, and current slaves will be aided in escaping their masters."

[Anastasia]

"A laudable goal," The Elf Father raises his wine glass to that, "The efreet leave nothing but ash behind while the dao cover in caves like dwarves."

"It won't stay an economic fight," The Triune declares, "Be ready for war, bloody and brutal." Yet she also matches Corellon's toast, "To victory."

[Corwin]

"It will be bloody, but I cannot abide by the status quo any longer," Seira asserts. "And with Amaryl at my side, we can do much."

Feeling entitled to ask a question of her own, she voices, "One of my trusted friends and a member of my court is the former Padisha of the Marid, Lady Sanzha. I have no enmity for the Citadel of Ten Thousand Pearls, so there would be no pointless battle to help her regain her lost power. Yet are there means available for her to do so? Perhaps by reinventing herself on the planar stage?" Smiling at the Triune, Seira adds, "After all, three is a very important number."

[Anastasia]

"In truth, I am not certain. Is she still any form of divinity?" Corellon asks, putting his vine down. "If she is, then yes. If not, I am not certain."

[Corwin]

"She holds a divine spark, much like Amaryl's prior to its realization earlier today," Seira responds, taking a sip of her drink. "Any lead for her to follow up on would be appreciated."

[Anastasia]

"More importantly," Argharradh interjects, "What does she want to represent?"

Corellon agrees with a nod, "My Lady Wife speaks truly. What she wishes to be matters paramount."

[Corwin]

"She is originally of Water, but she's adopted my philosophy of elemental harmony. Perhaps she could be its patron?

[Anastasia]

"Bring her here so she can speak for herself," Corellon commands, "Let us not disenfranchise her in such an important matter."

[Corwin]

"I sometimes let my excitement get the better of me," Seira accepts the rebuke, focusing her mind on a message to her friend. 'Sanzha, Amaryl and I are with the Seldarine. I asked Lord Corellon for advice on helping you regain true divine power, and the Seldarine are willing to help. You are cordially invited to our side.'

A mental image with sufficient dimensional coordinates accompanies the missive.

[Anastasia]

'I will be there shortly,' Sanzha sends right back.

[Corwin]

"She's coming over," Seira reports, earnestly adding, "Thank you for your assistance in this."

[Anastasia]

Sanzha soon arrives - in a flash of water and a gush of a wave, simply there as desired. She smiles, "Corellon, it has been a long time," she says, a small smile on her face, speaking perfect elven. "Are you well?"

"As well as the forest full  of healthy trees, as well as the wind that blows freely," The Elf Father answers, "Join us, Lady Sanzha."