Seeing this predicament Gaeriel slipped away into her own halls again. She waited for anyone to come. Hearing the noise from the cavern echoed down to her as she walked, in her human weight to her halls.
Reaching the mouth of her territory she took hold of her sword belt. She unbuckled it and placed it leaning against the wall, she sat or appeared to sit there weary and wounded( as she had before she died). She had the pretense of being lost. She looked at her sword the crest showing in the slight green glow that emanated from it and her. She began to think of the times past that she had lost. Her cold heart ached for those times that had been stolen from her. If she could she would have wept. She desperately wanted just to see her children again. Just to see them, she thought, might bring me peace. But she knew that they were dead, long dead, they would have been for centuries. She wondered if they had had any children of their own. She wanted to see her husband agin, to hold and be held, but that was long ago and could not happen.
Suddenly she looked up from her pondering....
[ May 20, 2003: Message edited by: Annalaliath ]
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