What would the Lady Luna think of what had become of one of the shining elves that she glimmered down upon, Elandriel wondered, listening to the tread of the Baron scraping away down the stairway until the sound of him was gone, and she was left alone with the whistle of the wind and the barely-unheard strain of the song of the spheres.<br/><br/>He knew they would come for her - he was as certain of it as she was herself, and it frightened her to know that her people's ways were as known and as transparent to her captors as that, and here she hung, with no way to warn them.<br/><br/>Left alone, she relaxed her hold upon her body, shivering freely in the wind to try to keep the chill on her flesh from creeping bone deep while she waited in the painfully cold, hard hanging cage. "Please, Great Lady... help them, warn them," she begged in a whisper. But she could not feel the touch of Diune, and the presence in the terrible collar snickered as she tried, her view of the horizon blurring with unshed tears.