This is the first of perhaps more of this story. I hope that this will be received well, and that I can figure out more for it.
It all started with this question: What if Winnowill was unable to ensnare all the Gliders?
Disclaimer: I do not own ElfQuest, except for the few characters that I have residing in my head. They will eventually chip through the skull to enter the endless ether of the internet.
Rall drifted through the halls of Blue Mountain until she found the Great Egg. Much to her surprise, Winnowill was not sitting before it, watching and reading the shells that were being shaped. Rall took the opportunity to see if she could decipher what fascinated the healer, and seated herself on the bench to look at the rock lattice.
She stared hard at it, willing herself to see something in the Egg. At moments it seemed like figures were in the shell, but after some time, Rall was exhausted and done with the Great Egg.
"Oh, it's the little one." Purred a voice from the entrance, and Rall's blood ran cold. Slowly, she turned to see Winnowill, an almost hungry look in her face.
"Good day, Healer." Said Rall, trembling slightly as she inclined her head towards Winnowill.
"It's so nice to see someone other than I take an interest in the Great Egg," Winnowill smiled, walking close to Rall, who resisted the urge to move away "Did you see what Egg records in it?"
"N-no, Healer. Perhaps I should spend more time with it, but my head is hurting now…" Rall trailed off when Winnowill smiled.
"I could help with that." And she raised a hand to Rall's head. Quickly, Rall backed away and lifted into the air.
"I just need to rest, but my thanks." And she sped off to her room.