"Lauriel!"  The name echoed through the stone halls of the Great Sanctuary.  "Lauriel!"  A single set of footsteps could be heard, shu-shushing rapidly.  'Oh, where is she!'  A woman with long gray hair caught up in a bun walked quickly down the corridor.  Her cream-colored slippers perfectly matched her kimono, and her blood-red obi perfectly matched her eyes.

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            Far above the great Sanctuary and the woman in the kimono sat a girl.  Without lifting a finger, she took a strand of cloud and wove it into the rest, waiting.  She continued to shape the clouds around her, fanciful shaped with no meaning.

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            The gray haired woman sighed like the wind though the willows and made her way to the center of the labyrinthine complex of passageways.  None but the Great Priestess could pass the magical and mechanical blocks in place around the "tower within a tower".  The woman opened the doors and stepped through. 

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            The girl lidded her eyes halfway, the better to see the shape forming before her: A large carriage with a high-headed, high-stepping horse in front.  Some little girl would enjoy that one.  Smiling slightly, the girl released the cloud to float free, settled back into her own heap of softness, and pondered her next masterpiece. 

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            The Great Priestess gazed dispassionately into the glassy liquid.  Scrying may take a lot out of her, but with Lauriel, it was needed.  For not only did scrying show the location of something, in some cases it gave one a direct connection to the scryed's mind.  The Great Priestess bent her mind and will to the image in the water, and called…

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            Lauriel immediately felt the pull of the call, the urge to get down off her high cloud and walk earth-bound once more.  Yet she made no sign that she acknowledged the call.  There was yet time.  A mouse with a cat close behind moved free, followed by a great tree riven in half.  Minutes passed in complete stillness – a battle of wills.

            The girl never moved.

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            Nor did the red-eyed woman in the cream kimono.

            Finally, Lauriel made her decision.  Nodding her head in haughty respect to the Great Priestess, Lauriel closed her eyes, plucked her staff from the air, and stood amongst the clouds.

            The Great Priestess found herself admiring the image in the bowl:  Lauriel's long pink and purple hair glittered with water droplets, and pencil-thin brows curved gracefully over long lashes soft as a butterfly's kiss.  A delicate nose and rosebud mouth perched above a delicately pointed chin.  The setting sun backlit her with a shifting aura of light.  Her dress seemed both midnight blue and sky blue at the same time, attesting the magic of it's wearer.  The long sleeves and skirt fluttered in the soft wind which set her hair blowing gently about her face.  Her alabaster hands clasped her short staff at her waist , and the blue gem in the lotus top glinted in the light.  The setting sun turned the clouds a delicate shade of yellow which swirled around her feet, obscure them and the hem of her dress.  The sun fell lower, setting the sky on fire.  Just as the light died away, her eyes slowly opened.

            They lit up the sky with a light so pure it obscured the image in the Great Priestess's bowl.  Then the light faded, not snuffed out, merely contained.  Her large eyes were a fathomless purple, glowing as much as her hair had moments before.  Lauriel gazed at nothing for a moment then focused on the Great Priestess.  The Great Priestess felt a gentle brush on her consciousness easily breaking her precarious hold over the scrying.  The Great Priestess jerked at the backlash of energy, sending ripples through the bowl in her hands.  Shaking her head at both the arrogant young girl and her own embarrassment, the Great Priestess went to dispose of the now holy water in ritual.  Lauriel would be waiting be the time the ritual was completed.

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[A/N: the line above means a change in scene but same time.  The Great Priestess is stalking the halls at the same time Lauriel is shaping clouds.

*Fanpic appropriate for the descriptions!!!  Well, not really a fanpic, but a picture.  I'd like to see how you see Lauriel.  Or the Great Priestess for that matter.  Email it to me as an attachment if you actually do make one.*

Please review!  I want to know if you think I should extend it into a full-blown story or leave it as a one-shot.  Thanks for your time!]