Shiaree had only come to visit Muris. She knew the woman was troubled by what had happened with the Moon Court, and that she was working hard to get to a point where she could defend herself. The elf was trying to be supportive, though she could not understand at all what Muris was going through. Afterall, Shiaree herself had no training in the ways of combat, nor any desire or reason to try. Still, if that was what Muris wanted...
But something was nagging at the back of her mind. She had gone into the castle proper looking for the mouse, who was not in any of her usual haunts. And there was a particular area of the castle itself that was calling to her.
After a few moments of rather frustrated self-questioning, she figured out which direction she was being called from, and a beautiful temple lie before her. In it, was another of the stained glass windows she was so familiar with.
She took a deep breath, touching it gently.
"Do you, Shiaree, give freely of your spirit and essence, to free Aquae, of her dread curse?"
Images flashed through her mind. Memories of Muris as a young one, then growing. Would she be willing to do this again for another child?
There was no hesitation.
"Of course," she whispered gently to the disembodied voice.
There was a flash of light, and a child formed before her.
She looked up at Shiaree calmly, her pale green-blue eyes searching for something, her thumb settled comfortably in her mouth.
The elf smiled, offering her arms, and the girl-- Aquae, came to them.
