A Return

[Anastasia]

The two of you stand in the shadow of a vast oak tree, enjoying a few moments of solitude.

"Amaryl is a child of the elves, of course she needs to be here. You? You're independent," Hanali purrs, eyes meeting yours. "She needed that final boost."

[Corwin]

"You make it sound so edgy!" Seira returns with a snort. "It's not like you guys invited me back then so I had to go and establish a place for myself in the Planes. Man, looking back on those days is making me wince. All that caution and wariness, right?"

[Anastasia]

"Mistakes are made to be overcome," Hanali says, resting a hand on your shoulder. "But let's talk about more pleasant things than mistakes."

[Corwin]

"Gossip? Is it gossip? I've been wondering why you didn't really respond when Amaryl contacted you earlier about coming over."

[Anastasia]

"Oh, we've been working on something," Hanali Celanil smiles, a silky and alluring thing, like the soft feel of a feminine nightgown brushing your thigh. Her breath is on your ear as she leans in and whispers breathily, "We're preparing our own plan if that annoying prophecy is true."

[Corwin]

"The prophecy is true, in the sense that things lead there if we do nothing," Seira voices, as her thoughts go off on a tangent of what her own voice and presence is for others. Is it like suddenly getting a second wind, or similar to how she saw the colors turn so rich after a mishap with the Deck? "We would like to help."

[Anastasia]

"We were hoping you'd say that," Hanali says, then hugs you tight to herself, yet somehow not splashing her wine. "How lovely!" She's smiling at that, all alluring cheer.

[Corwin]

"Then you should've asked instead of being coy again," Seira says with a grin that should take any sting out of those words, using the hand not holding her drink to return the hug.

[Anastasia]

"But it's no fun if you're all up front about it," Hanali retorts, "There's fun in making the trees sway towards you, rather than coming to them."

[Corwin]

Seira giggles, squeezing Hanali closer before letting go. "If there was a portfolio for adorable directness, I might've gotten it! Which is actually pretty funny if you think about where many of my talents lie." Taking a sip, she asks, "Even though I've ruined your fun, do you want to share some of the details with me? I'll fill Amaryl in later, since it's her moment now."

[Anastasia]

"It's a secret," Hanali whispers back, "But it involves the essence of elves, nature and life."

[Corwin]

"How do we help? We've got one and a half elven essences, give or take~"

[Anastasia]

"A drop of your blood," Hanali says, her mirth fading a little bit. "The power of that blood, properly purified, will further enhance the weapon."

[Corwin]

Seira nods slowly. "I don't see the problem. Just tell us about the idea behind it? I just heard about Lathander's idea for weapons the other day, and yeah it probably required an outsider's opinion for quality control."

[Anastasia]

"Mmm," Silence surrounds the two of you before she goes on, a slow, sensual purr, "A weapon that can strike true as it is the distillation of all elves are. Of life, of time, of reality. Something Shar has never had an answer to."