After standing silent for a time, my hands began to shake.  Inwardly, my mind cried out to control myself, but the more powerful surface areas of my mind were in control.  As the anger within my heart grew, the white of my garb seeped away like ink running from a page, leaving only sheer ebon beneath.  As the red haze characteristic of my rages fell over my vision, the logical and loving parts of my psyche were pushed aside.
 
"You Wood Elven scum.  You dare to insult me?  What mind games have I played?  Is it the fact that I chose not to reveal the full range of my powers?  Not even Lady Catris is privy to that information.  Answer me, and watch thy tongue, lest you favor beatings about the face and ears." I growled, hands on my swords, the less damaging staff dropped and forgotten.
 
She ignored me.  I beat my wings to fly up onto the wheeldeck, but a form outlined against the sun slammed me down onto the deck, crushing me with enough force to spray blood from my mouth.  Still enraged, I felt no pain.  I twisted one hand to drop my sword and began a spell strong enough to disintegrate the high elf who decided to play hero.  
 
Just as I was about to form a cone with my fingers from which the flame would spray, a booted foot smashed my hand flat on the deck.  Standing over me, Mea said, "Now now.  Can't have you using Soverian magic, can we?"  
 
Zarth's hands started to move to his dagger, for we were in too close of quarters for his broadsword.  Looking at his eyes through the holes in his mask, I concentrated my mind into his, trying to implant a suggestion.  For someone who is not properly trained, his mind is incredibly focused, but not enough to stop a master of telepathy.  
 
Static crackled in the air between our eyes as I peered deep into his mind, my emerald eyes flaring fluorescent as my mind pulsed against his.  Finally, his applausable defense went down.  My suggestion fell like a death knell on his mind.  Your hands are on fire.  
 
As the high elf recoiled away from me, seeing flames consuming his hands that existed only in his mind, I spun and pulled my hand from under Mea's foot.  She swayed slightly, off balance, but recovered quickly.  "Again, you dare to insult me?  Duxariati sovant!"
 
With my last two words, I casted a spell that caused chains forged of the purest daedric to bind her.  A snarl on my face, I grasped the chains that ran across her chest and turned away from her, my arm back, still holding the chains.  I snapped my arm forward and threw her into the wall of the deckhouse.  "Think about consequences the next time you dare to insult the High Lord."
 
I walked away, Mea dazed but relatively unhurt, and Zarth screaming out in illusory pain that would fade in a few hours.  I went below deck and gathered my companions.  I sent them back to Sovere, as they a bit more bound to their home than I was.  I removed my ring and reverted to normal form.  
 
I returned above decks, now wearing my adamantite armor from Sovere and my usual attire for traveling.  Mea saw me from the wheel deck and tensed, drawing her sword.  Zarth was just lying there on the deck below.  
 
"I will do as you wish, child." I said.
 
"Child?  I am fully grown.  I am no child." Mea retorted.
 
"To me this planet is a child.  All the people on it are so young, so lacking in wisdom.  You do not see the truth as I see it child.  I see time passing by so very quickly.  Soon, your bones will be dust and the only fleeting memory of you will be held by me.  Your children and your childrens' children will turn to dust before my eyes.  Such is the price of immortality.  I see now that you mortals are a hopeless lot.  My kind try and affiliate with you and yours, but you always misunderstand our ways.  We have spent eternity learning your ways, why can you not learn ours?"
 
I would not leave the ship till I got an answer.