[RPG] [Dwi][PeL] Alanna Anaris ~ Revelation and Decision

[Timothy Collett]

Alone in the formal audience chamber in Giask, Alanna considers the  
candidates whose letters are before her. Sighing, she murmurs, "I  
thought I was done with this, you know? I didn't think I'd have to  
deal with two dozen people jumping up and saying, "Yes, please makeme  
the Duke of the richest city I've ever seen!" again..."

"Oh, but what fun would all this be if everything were easy?" a voice  
purrs from behind her right ear. Alanna jumps, and turns to see the  
now-familiar form of Elanzil looking over her shoulder at the four  
names.

"By the Go—that is...must You do that?" Alanna trails off wearily,  
suddenly unsure how (or if) one swears appropriately in the presence  
of a Goddess.

Elanzil ignores her, still looking at the names. "Trying to choose a  
new Duke of Giask, are we? A shame what happened to the last one,  
wasn't it? And I suppose you'll never find his bo—ah, that is, find  
where he went..." A mischievous smile seems to light and darken Her  
face at the same time, and She darts a hand forward to grab one of the  
sheets of paper. "This one. You will choose him," She says firmly,  
presenting the paper to Alanna.

Alanna takes it, giving it only a glance. "Not that I wasn't likely to  
choose Diodorus anyway," she says, "but why him?"

Elanzil's smile is full of secret delight. "Diodorus is...well, let's  
just say I've been giving him some directions for a while."

Alanna's jaw drops. "You mean—I'm not the only one you've appeared to  
here?"

"Well, maybe not appeared to as such...by the way, why haven't you  
brought your beautifully vengeful friend to see me yet?" At Alanna's  
lack of response, She sighs and puts a hand on Her hip. "Oh, come now;  
you can't think you're my only interest in these parts? You may be my  
Golden Queen, but even you must have competent help under you."

Despite herself, Alanna snorts at this.

"I will bring Yavanna to Your shrine when I return to Askileon. For  
now...I have a Duke to inaugurate, and the preparations will take some  
time. So if You will excuse me...?"

Elanzil inclines Her head ironically, murmurs, "Your Majesty," and  
fades into insubstantiality.
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