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[ChosenSavith]

Kifah fits Savith for a Winter Cloak
Logfile from TwoMoons MUSH
December 13th, 2003 – Kifah and Savith … fitting a Cloak
Savith and the catelf Kifah trade some semi-lighthearted conversation while she pins him for a new cloak.



The walk from the hall to Llune's rooms is quiet and blessedly uneventful. Aside from a few locksends from the catelf, Kifah walks along quietly, perhaps still trying to mental remove the feel of Tsoran's touch from her mind. Enter Llune's 'workshop' Kifah notes the Seamstress' lack of presence; hmmm, must be off with Rosey Posey. There has been a little area cleared away for Kifah's current projects, and there they are, the snow-white cloaks for the Chosen. They must have some little mark, for the catelf flips through a number of them before finding the one she wants. ** Here we go. **



Little marks. Sounds like Llune. As Kifah finds what she's looking for Savith moves to stand where Mother always makes him stand when she cons him into a fitting. By the windows where all the light is. **Anything in particular you need me to do,** he asks, making sure. Sometimes, Mom needs him shirtless, especially for flight suits.



Kifah shakes her little head. ** No thankfully you're still in uniform. I do need you to take a deep breath though. ** Offering the snowy garment up to you the little catelf offers a smile. ** Put this on, don't worry about it, the seams are already reinforced; I just need to get the buttons placed correctly for the proper fit. **



Savith takes the snow-white cloak and carefully pulls it on. Not worried about the seams, he seems more concerned about the potential pins that might still be about to p***k him. **Puff up my chest,** he asks softly, gingerly adjusting the shoulder seams to sit where they are meant to. He knows well, where that is, after so many centuries of being fitted for clothes.



Kifah chuckles softly, perhaps mumbling under her breath, "Llune was right, he is easy to work with." ** Just take a really deep breath. ** If there are pins she doesn't mention it, so much better to let the Chosen think there are, even though the catelf pulled them all out ... she thinks. Picking up a piece of chalk she makes some last minute adjustments, smoothing the fabric out so it lays properly.



Savith does as bit, and inhales deeply. Puffing up his chest, you see. wink As Kifah moves over and starts smoothing out the cloth covering him, he stills, standing straight and still. He's done this too many times to count.



This is the perfect opportunity for any seamstress to take advantage of her 'victim'. "So, Savith, how is Larias doing?" Kifah asks casually. Her little golden hands pull the fabric together, over lapping the front flaps. Ah yes, must get these right or the proud father will never stay warm atop his bird, and we all know how Chosen and their bonds seem to mirror each other for the most part. Just look at Kureel and Nightsky.



Advantage?! Meep! "She is better," Savith replies, keeping voice low so as not to take much breath. After all, the seamstress ordered he take a deep breath. He must obey. And Winddance and Savith are nothing alike, really. ('I love you, pet me!' Winddance squawks!)



With a little click of her tongue Kifah pulls the garment almost snug and then begins to make her marks, the first shortly beneath your chin, one mark the runs over to the other piece so she knows where to place both pieces, both button and loop. "That is good to hear. I worry about her at times." The catelf has really discovered a soft spot for the glider female that did so much to help her, and seems to believe in helping all those in pain. "And you? I trust Kureel isn't working you to hard so you have time with your family?"



Savith lifts his chin slightly so Kifah can make her marks as she needs. "I'm glad you do. She needs more friends, I think. No, Kureel's not working too hard. I have enough time to relax with them, and train both of the boys, without being overtaxed." He glances down at Kifah, "Why? If I said I was over worked, would you pout at him for more time off for me?"



Kifah shakes her head, yet that blush could make anyone wonder. "Chosen business is not my business." the catelf mumbles softly, a second mark made now about a hands length down from the first, infact she uses her hand to measure the distance so each successive mark will be equal. "What ever makes you think I have any sway with Kureel?"



Savith chuckles faintly, chest shuddering slightly. "After so elegant a display in the Chosen's Hall....?"



Kifah flutters her lashes, peering up slightly. The look is not exactly innocent, infact it's almost predatory with the grin attached to it. Thank goodness her mind is laughing as if to say 'you win, Savith'. ** I've no idea what ever it is you're talking about. **



Savith rolls his eyes at Kifah's expression and 'innocent' send. "Sure you don't," he retorts, grinning. "And I'm a wolfrider."



My, my, what a flustered little kitty we have. "Honestly, Savith, what ever could you be referring to. I have no sway over Kureel. No I didn't convince him not to send Larias to the Cage, I could never have done that by trying to convince him that she was half out of her mind in a rage at you and so that was no reason to be so harsh with her." Now there's a tidbit that probably not even Larias is aware of unless Kureel told her, because Kifah certainly didn't.



"Something, which I've yet to thank you for," Savith replies in a very soft voice, one that carries only as far as Kifah's sharp little ears. He looks down at Kifah, eyes frank and earnest.



Kifah gives the smallest of smiles as she gazes up to the tall elf. Her voice is just as soft, a bare whisper for a Chosen's ears, "You don't need to thank me, Savith. I couldn't have lived with myself if I let him do that to her. It's amazing what Love will make you do at times..."



Savith hmms and nods softly, as if to say: Tell me about it. "Is your mate well, then," he asks, grinning.



Kifah laughs softly, "If you're referring to Kureel, yes, he's just fine last time I saw him. He wants to help me find a good spot for my own quarters. Then I can stop working out of Llune's as well as have a place that is solely mine for when he's not around, given it's that or I need to grow wings to get to his nest."



Savith smirks, "Or he can have some stairs shaped..." Considering all the redecorating Larias did on his own chambers, is it such a difficult thing to suggest? "But if he wants you out of his nest..."



"I thought the same thing, Savith..." Kifah whispers, unable to meet your gaze for a moment as she stomps on a little tiny bit of worry that refuses to go away, like some pesky weed. "But he swears that is not his intentions. It is mostly so if he is gone on hunting I have somewhere to stay and work. And really, can you see him letting me redecorate his nest? Why that'd be like convincing him to let Llune and I to redesign the Chosen's Uniforms ... and we saw how well that went over."



Savith chuckles softly, a touch of sadness creeping in. "Give him time, Kifah," he intones softly. "This is the first time I've ever seen him like this. He'll come around, we hope."



Kifah lifts a brow as she dares a look up. "We?" she asks, sounding more then a trifle curious. "Before I know it half the Chosen will have their fingers crossed from the sounds of it." The last is at least said with a smile as if making a joke at her own expense, or is it Kureel's expense?



Savith chuckles. Kureel's, for sure. "Stranger things /have/ been known to happen."



"Like what?" Kifah asks, resuming her work and finishing the last of her marks, this one just around navel height. Grasping a button she had laying atop the table she holds it up to see how it will look against the snowy fabric, with the braided loop to help hold it in place. A very nice look.



You know, this winter cloak is getting hot, but like a good boy, he doesn't complain. Instead, Savith stands still, feeling a bead of sweat starting to form at his temple. "Tsoran Recognizing a wolf-elf, for one." And himself Recognizing two in a row, but let's not mention that, shall we?



Kifah sets the button down and steps back. "Remove it please, we're finished." Ah Tsoran, just his name alone makes the catelf feel like she's got a belly full of eels. "Dusk, would be my guess by the way he reacted to her name. Though I could be wrong, could be Ryn by the way he acts around her, and she him."



"Dusk," Savith confirms, glad to be given permission to remove the cloak. Pulling it off carefully, he moves to hold it out to Kifah. Seeing Kifah back away at the mention of his Brother's name, and remembering the issues before them, he replies softly, "You need to over come your fear of him, Kifah, as Larias is."



"Is that why she was so wide eyed with fear beneath the table?" Kifah asks, not meaning any serious harm by the question, her tone not holding any bite, however it's obvious she's not pleased with Tsoran for his 'treatment' of others.



Savith sighs softly, his expression turning sad. "Partially, but it was remembering what I had done, that was much of the issue." His arms are still held out, offering the cloak over.



High Ones, forgetful kitty! Taking the cloak Kifah lays it out so she can put the buttons on it, as well as compared to Llune's measurements, just incase the Seamstress needs them updated. At least it will give them something to giggle over; the proud father and mate. Eh-hem, yah, now... She gives a little wince, "hopefully the love you two have now will help her put that behind her. Savith... what did she do to end up labeled Traitor?"



Savith coyly brings a hand up to press the sweat from his temple, turning to watch Kifah. "Do you need anything else measured, while I'm here," he asks before answering. "It has, honestly. She's forgiven everything, I have done, at least." Labeled a Traitor? He sighs, shaking his head lightly. "That story is not really for me to tell."



Kifah shakes her head, giving a little wink; "I'll save taking those measurements from Kureel. If I need them from you, I'll ask Larias." Refusing to let the conversation turn serious she beams her typical bright smile, "Now get your tail out of here or I'll never get these done. I'll probably never ask Larias for that story, as in my eyes she's no Traitor, and if I can get Kureel to see her that way ... all the better."



Savith chuckles a bit, moving from the sunlight place toward the door as he's shooed. "As you will," he replies, tone light-hearted. "Give my regards to Mother, would you?"



Kifah giggles, "I will. You take care Savith, I'll see you later!"  

[Huntress Starsong]

Eclipse's Birth
This is the night that Starsong's cub Eclipse was born. Taken from TwoMoons MUSH* log.
Dated: Friday, Sept 22, 2000


The season is early whitecold (winter).

Stargazing Branch -- Forbidden Father Tree

A ladder is tied off to the base of the branch. As you hoist yourself up, you notice that this branch seems to be nearly at the top of the tree. Though sturdy, some wood planks have been built across it for added room and support. Standing in the center of the platform and looking up, you can see almost every inch of the sky. Though still no closer to it then if you were on the ground, the light from the stars seems brighter. A few multi-colored furs have been laid on the planks, so you can lay back and enjoy the glow and twinkle of the stars in comfort.

Crowmark scrabbles up the ladder somewhat awkwardly; she's got Ashtrail strapped across her back, and he's amusing himself by trying to kick and wave his arms. At least he has an elf child's instinct for quiet. Crow pauses to steady herself and has a look around. ** Starsong? ** she sends. ** Are you here? **

Starsong is huddled in the middle of the platform. The chilly wind blows lightly, causing her hair to follow it. A few furs have been wraped around her. Though you can't see her face you can hear her, breathing rather heavily. She doesn't move at crowmark's hails, but curses her for bad timing ** I don't want any visiters now ** She sends, a bit pained.

Crowmark winces, though it probably can't be seen. ** Sorry, ** she sends. She seems about to turn and head back down the ladder when something familiar rings in her head. Pausing, she looks closely at Starsong's crouched figure. ** What's wrong? **

Starsong bites her lip as she jerks slightly, the smell of sweat is in the air. She clenches her eyes shut and waits for a moment for it to pass, as it always has thus far. Finally when she's got most of her berrings back she hisses through clenched teeth "Nothing!" In her mind she keeps telling Crow to leave over and over again, but its more a hope than actually saying it.

Crowmark's eyebrows rise, very slowly, very suspiciously. "Right," she says. "You get those back spasms all the time. Stay here, eh?" Without waiting for anything else she turns and heads down the ladder.

Crowmark leaves, and sends a shoutsend for a healer, soon more than just the healer arrive.

WindDreamer leads a troupe of elves as she climbs clumsily out onto the stargazing branch, grunting with the effort. ** Starsong...? ** she sends quietly and soothingly, green eyes searching for the elf.

Darkafter trails in behind everyone else, choosing to hang back as far as possible and still be able to watch the occurrences.

Sundown looks at Starsong

Starsong isn't much into responding as her mind is on other things. She's huddled in the middle of the platform, a few furs pulled around her, the most you can hear from her is her heavy breathing. Finally realizing that she's not alone, she whips her head back, wiping the sweat off her forehead, her eyes pierce into each and everyones, her expression mixed with pain, a bit of anger but mostly surprised shock.

Snowmane is all a bundle of nerves. He's all but shaking with anxiousness at this point as he dry washes his hands. He stands near the back watching for any signs of reaction from his mate.

Sundown sets a hand on Snowmane's shoulder, giving it a squeeze--it's about as gentle as the kind of squeeze you give, say, a small green preserver who won't stop trying to help you hunt--looking at the storyteller worriedly.

Silverfox follows up the homegrown healer, keeping an eye on her as well as her own hands - it would be bad to have to elves biting at folks while giving birth, then moves off to one side, if there is room, letting Windy approach the birthing elf first.

WindDreamer slides carefully onto the planks and unstraps her satchel o' birthing things. "Starsong," she tries the spoken voice, wetting lips carefully. "You'll need someone to catch the babe when he or she pops out, and that's what I'm here to do... Would you... like some water?" Her soft tone says she's here to help--if the archer wants it--but her stern look says that even if Starsong doesn't want it, she's not going to budge an inch.

Starsong runs a hand through her hair, gripping it hard as she turns away from the rest of the tribe. This isn't want she wanted, she wanted to be alone, this isn't some kind of show. She bows her head, to tired to fight it. She hugs herself and slowly rocks back and forth, she's found it helps with the pain. "no" she says softly, barely a whisper.

Darkafter climbs over to a smaller branch neighboring the main stargazing perch, trying to stay out of the way but still looking as though she would leave in a moment if asked.

Snowmane shakes himself out and takes a few deep breaths. "I'm good.. I'm good." He murmers. Not sure if he's trying to convince everyone in the room or himself. He glances over at Windy. At least Starsong has someone like WindDreamer looking after her. He is comforted by that fact. He turns his attentions back to Starsong and offers her a warm smile.

WindDreamer glances around the various faces of the supporters before finally settling her gaze on Starsong. She edges closer to the archer, dragging out a small pouch of water, nonetheless. "I have some herbs that taste sweet, and help with the pain, if you'd like... It will relax your muscles, help the cub be born easier."

Starsong doesn't want any help. Hasn't her actions shown that? She doesn't need help from anybody, she's stronger than that. She shys away from the healer, her eyes wide and warning, nostrals flaring as she breaths hard, beads of sweat trickling down the side of her face.

Sundown locksends ** <> If you don't allow the Healer to help you, this is going to hurt more than anything you have ever imagined, and though I know you're nine kinds of fool about this, I would rather Snowmane did /not/ fly into a blind panic over this. For once, just give in and allow someone to /help/ you, or by Two-Spear's stone points, you will regret it. **

Silverfox oh high ones silently, and watches with somewhat worried golden eyes.

Starsong angry eyes flash over to Sundown, now he's threatening her. How dare he. Her upper lip twitches slightly as she growls softly. Her piercing gaze gone in an instant as she doubles over, making no sound as a hand hits the planks of wood with a hollow thud, bracing herself.

Sundown just keeps digging his fingers into Snowmane's shoulders, figuring it's the easiest way to keep him from panicking--if it hurts enough, maybe he'll be distracted. He's not very good at this comforting bit.

WindDreamer glances at Silverfox and bites at her bottom lip, then over at Darkafter--ah! A mother with experience. She sends a quick thought to the matron, then sweeps her gaze back to Starsong, edging closer and closer to where finally, she is directly before the elfess, holding out a paste of herbs meant to deaden pain. "Do not be a foolish cub, Starsong," she murmurs, "Do what benefits you, and everyone else... take /care/ of your cub by taking care of /yourself/." It is duty.

If Snowmane notices Sundown's grip he doesn't show it. He just continues to watche Starsong on wobbly legs. His entire body quivers... Maybe a few dreamberries /is/ what he needs. He certainly wouldn't turn them down.

Starsong remains huddled over, she really doesn't want to lift her head even after the pain subsides. Who said she wanted to take care of the cub, its been a burden for her for two turns of the seasons. She's never done things the easy way, anybody can attest to that, her mind is so full right now its hard to think straight.

Darkafter seems to lose a bit of her composure at WindDreamer's send, her calm wavering. She looks as if she's going to move from her spot, but stops herself.

Sundown looks onward, Snowmane's shoulder forgotten (but not forgiven, from the look of the chief's white-knuckled grip) for the moment as he watches his lifemate work. Do births /have/ to be this... busy? He runs a hand through his hair, making one of those 'I have no idea what's going on' faces you usually see on a male's face whenever something intrinsically female is happening.

WindDreamer continues her gentle berations on Starsong, hoping that SOME sense will be knocked into the otherwise mute elf. "Archer," she verily snaps, "You will lose the cub and yourself if you do not start behaving like an adult--pain may fuzz you but stop your senseless moping and /get on with this birth/." Her own pregnancy has made patience a thin, thin thing. "Help me, to help you--and sononer than you think, you'll be back to catching game ahead of the pack. Now /look at me/, and take these herbs, Starsong."

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The crisp whitecold sky seemingly shines with perfection. Twin full moons light up the sky, letting the earth below bask in its glory. Suddenly, and ever so slowly a black shadow slips across the child moon like a wolf into the night.
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Starsong slowly lifts her head up to the healer, a none too pleasant look on her face. She wipes the sweat off her brow again as her eyes suddenly flick heavenward. Oh high ones, what punishment is she receiving now. The pain, the tribe, the cub, temporarily forgotten as she looks up at the sky.

Snowmane breaks his attention from his mate for a moment to look up at the night sky. His eyes thin as he tries to determine what's going on. Is this a good omen from the High One's? He sure hopes so.

Darkafter's eyes follow Starsong's upwards, and only a firm grip keeps her from falling backwards off her branch.

Sundown isn't really paying attention to the sky until he notices that /everyone else/ is looking upward. High Ones, who cares what's going on, someone's giving /birth/ here! He looks up in annoyance and finds his gaze held by a moon slowly turning black. "Timmorn's yellow gaze" he mutters quietly, letting his hand drop from Snowmane's shoulder and totally forgetting Starsong for the moment.

WindDreamer doesn't look up at first--she's intent on trying to get Starsong to take her medecine like a good girl. But, that ever increasing darkness surrounds, and she glances up, mouth dropping open slightly. She, too, nearly forgets the elf at her side, doing her best to tear her gaze away from the sky. "Starsong," she whispers, "Starsong! Concentrate on the birth with me, please..."

Darkafter's head whips back down from gazing at the disappearing moon, though her eyes dart back several times to make sure it really is happening, and she's not having some sort of bad dreamberry flashback.

Fear passes over Starsong's eyes, this is not good, no good will come of this. She repeatedly asks the high ones why. Why her? Unknowing she spoke those questions aloud she forces her eyes away from the sight. Now afraid as the birthing pains become more intense she tries to move out of the deadening gaze of the moon. Her back bumping into a branch she looks up relieved that the skeletal limbs cover most of the sight. She adverts her gaze from those of the tribe's as she feels the urge to push, and does so.

Snowmane nervously clears his throat and says weakly,"Sundown... Tell me this is a good sign." His gaze is caught by the happening in the night sky. The birth is almost forgotton... /Almost/ He really needs those dreamberries right now.

Darkafter looks from Snowmane to her chieftan son. Her features slowly begin to recompose themselves, but she edges a little further out on the limb, so that her frequent glances up to the moons are not obscured.

"This is a good sign," responds Sundown in a rather distracted monotone, swallowing as he looks up at the sky. Just what does this mean? High Ones, should he be /doing/ something. He runs a hand through his hair and says the first thing that comes to mind. "It's... a sign that... your cub... is being noticed by the High Ones. I think."

WindDreamer puts the paste down at her side and follows Starsong by crawling--isn't that an amusing sight--and growling softly under her breath. "The term 'dropping a cub' shouldn't be considered in the literal sense, Starsong--now stay still and look at /me/." Fingers snap, and she pushes furs aside to come within a proper juxtaposition with the archer, "Look. At. Me. Not at the moons, not at the leaves, not at the fireflies--/at me/... and keep pushing, too."

Snowmane looks at Sundown doubtfully. He's known him too long to know when his friend doesn't know what's happening either. He doesn't fault him for it though. It's as good an answer as he can come up with.He breaks half his attention from the moons and watches Starsong again.

Starsong shivers in the cool night as the furs are removed, wearing enough furs to keep her decent. Her head slowly turns to the healer, eyes wide, and unblinking. The words a bit muddled in her head as she can only think about the ominous outcome of this event. Gripping the furs tightly she bows her head, high ones forbid anybody should see her actually showing any emotion. Teeth clenched as another contraction hits, at which she pushes again.

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After what seems like an eternity the child moon is now completely engulfed in darkness. The only source of light emits from the mother moon and the thousands of twinkling stars. Seemingly alone and afraid in the heavens it shines its solitary light down to the earth below.
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Darkafter sends openly and with great reassurance, ** It's only an eclipse. The child moon will return before this one is born, I am sure. ** With that, she sends several images, ones obviously shared with her by former tribemates. Perhaps her own words have a calming effect on her, for she moves smoothly from her branch to get closer to WindDreamer, reaching into the Healer's pack and handing over several items.

Sundown nods to Darkafter, smiling weakly. "Of course." Right, he knows what's going on now... sort of. He looks over at Snowmane, patting his shoulder. "Just an eclipse."

WindDreamer hasn't the energy for a mental battle with the archer--the phsyical one is more than enough--else she'd be commanding the elf's attention with her mind, as well. But no, she lets that venue lag to take care of the more persistent one--the effects of Starsong's pushing. Reaching back, she snags a clothe blanket from Darkafter, wrapping her hands about it and holding it in preparation.

Starsong has heard stories about the birthing process but didn't imagine it would be like this. As soon as the pain passes she sets back a bit, panting now, knowing it will only be a short while till it happens again, her eyes wander now, towards the tribe as they rest on Snowmane. She blinks a few times to remove the salty sting of her sweat. Finally pulling her gaze away from him back to the healer as she bends over, using her body and gravity to push once more, she can feel it, won't be long now.

Darkafter sits back on her heels waiting for more direction from WindDreamer, her hands resting on the pouch expectantly. She watches the birthing process intently, seeming to absorb every move the healer and the laboring archer make.

Sundown moves to the side, pulling Snowmane along with him whether the other elf wants to come along or not. He gives the talespinner a stern look, trying to get his attention.

WindDreamer scoots a bit closer, voice soft and soothing as can be, "Starsong, it is nearly finished... Just a few more, and your cub will be born... Push for me, concentrate... focus and send to your cub, touch minds with it, soothe it to make its birth easier..."

Snowmane lets himself be dragged along as he intently watches his mate. He has that dumb look about his face like he doesn't know what he's doing here much less what to do. He breaks the attention from Starsong and looks over to Sundown. He nods stupidly at his old friend but simply stands there for a moment doing it. Finally he shakes his head and kneels down next to his mate. He takes her hand and gives it a gentle squeeze.

Starsong senses in a locksend, WindDreamer finally touches minds with her--but says nothing. She merely lets her mind wash over her in palpable waves of comfort.

Snowmane locksends ** <> Everything will be fine. The eclipse is a good sign from the High One's. The sign of a powerful and healthy little cub. **

Starsong nearly can't take any more of it, she settles back, eyes closed as she rests, waiting for the next one. Her teeth clenched in pain as she breaths hard out her nose. Hair wet with sweat hang in limp locks around her face. Finally, it comes as she pushes her hardest, she utters a small pained sound, not knowing Snowmanes hand is there but is comforted. With one last push the pressure suddenly eases as she falls back against the branch, gasping, eyes still closed, she isn't sure she wants to see it.

WindDreamer sees what the archer does not, and deftly swaddles the new cub in the prepared cloth, gasping with delight. ** Starsong! Snowmane! You have a son! ** she announces even as she works to rid the infant's mouth of mucous and whatnot. As the babe's passageways are freed, he lets out a loud cry of surprise and shock--a new world! And cold!

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Slipping silently off the face of the child moon, the shadow creeps away into the night. No longer alone, the two moons glide slowly across the sky in tandem.
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Sundown takes a step back, trying to keep his balance. He grins broadly, putting a hand over his heart and reaching a hand out to grab a branch to steady himself. High Ones, but that was something... and a son!

Silverfox watches in quietness, a smile appearing, both at the announcement, the cry, and the fact she was not needed.

The small cub would probably elict a double take from most people, his features are not very similar to his parents. Dark hair, either a deep brown or a lighter shade of black stick out from his head. When he opens his almond shaped eyes they are a striking shade of violet.

A son, a son. Rings in Starsong's mind. She had a thought it might be a boy, but wasn't certain. She's just glad its done and over with. She slowly opens her eyes, noticing that Snowmane's hand is in hers she looks over to him and manages a weak smile, her eyes drift over to the cub as her smile fades. He wasn't anything like she had imagined.

Snowmane's mouth just hangs open and no sound comes out. His grips is white knuckled death on Starsong's at the moment while he just stares at his newborn son. Snowmane a father... There's just something scary about that.

Darkafter moves to hand WindDreamer a knife and a scrap of leather thong, apparently too intent on helping the healer to be overawed by the cub's actual birth.

WindDreamer does a healer's juggle and manages to free the baby of the birthcord (amazing, isn't it, how quick she can work?), and gives Darkafter a grateful smile. Handing the carefully wrapped infant over to Starsong's arms, she sighs softly. "A quick birth, and a blessed one... the child moon was generous to let your cub shine instead of it, itself." Happily, she throws a glance to her lifemate, hope and delight mixing in her gaze.

Starsong looks back up to the sky, just in time to see the last of the eclipse, she looks back down at her new son. The frown still on her face. She looks at Snowmane questioningly, but knows in her heart, what had happened and why her son looks the way he does. She turns her head away taking the cub gingerly into her arms, her mind filled with too many questions that she has no answers for, a small urge to push again claims her as she rids herself of the afterbirth.

Darkafter looks to the healer, offering her a warm smile and a rag somewhat dampened by some of the water that was offered earlier.

WindDreamer quickly scoops up the mess of birthing in a ratty fur lying halfway beneath the archer, tucking it to the side for later disposing. Turning another grateful smile to her surrogate mother, she takes the wet rag and cleans her hands off, sighing.

Sundown just sighs, looking at the cub and trying to sit down--trying because there's nothing to sit on, and so success isn't exactly an option. He's lucky he's still gripping onto that branch, or he might have fallen right off the Father Tree. Regaining his balance, he runs a hand through his hair, looking over at his lifemate warmly.

Eclipse shivers in the night and makes small wimpering sounds. Looking expectantly up to his mother.

Starsong looks into the face of her child, not knowing what to do. Holding him away from her body, he's so small she doesn't want to drop him. Had the high ones cursed her? Maybe they all look like this... she isn't sure. She looks over to Snowmane as the childs cries grow.

Darkafter rises to her feet, gently touching WindDreamer's hair as if to say 'Good job'. "Do you need anything else, Healer?"

Silverfox locksends to Starsong ** Perhaps he's hungry? **

WindDreamer glances flatly at Starsong, "Feed him--that's what he wants, and cradle him in your arms, like this." Arms fold, one over the other, in the proper position. "And... /love/ him/." That said, she packs away her items and puts the satchel on her back, shaking her head at Darkafter. "Just some food. Starsong," she turns to elfess and mate, "If you two need anything, send to me. Snowmane--don't let her get stubborn and mulish." Then, she eases her way down, sending to her lifemate.

Snowmane places his hands on the new cub... /his/ new cub. Oh High One's how did he end up in this position. Cocking his head he looks at the cub curiously and gently takes him from his mother. "Can someone get some dreamberries?" he says hoarsly. "And when you're old enough I'll teach you just how good they are," he says to his cub with that famous half grin of his.

Starsong looks over at Silverfox, blinking a few times. She looks at the cub again. Hungry... hungry... she doesn't have any meat. her mind isn't the clearest right now. She glares at the healer, who is /she/ to tell her what to do. She makes sure her gaze says at least that much. She furrows her brows at Snowmane then turns away. She needs to be alone with her thoughts. Maybe Snowmane can take the cub for a while.  

[Halfkin]

Love's Price
A child is born outside of Recognition as an act of love between two lifemates. But it is the older brother that truly adores his new sibling.

[In Progress]

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It was the custom of the Wavedancers to name their children with names such as the High Ones had. Like Eltiln, Myuadai and Trien. And while the parents often knew the soul-name of their young they honored others by letting them name their child.

Once they'd grown to adults they chose, or were gifted, with a descriptive name. Wintershore, Darkpearl and Flickerfin. It was to remember a deed/ describe something memorable, and it lent them a voice in tribal activities. Then their first names would only be used in familiar closeness (such as a sibling or lovemate).


Faintwake adore his family from his deep red tail fins to his long blonde bangs. And they knew it well. Before every hunt he touched his lifemate's face to tease a smile from her; often a gentle poke at his son's forehead with two fingers. It wasn't usual for young Adir to race after him until Faintwake was beyond sight. The boy had no chance of keeping up with him after all. That was why he was named so: the water wake faded quickly when he swam quickly.

Adir resembled his mother, Threesure, with all but her yellow-and-silver fins. Threesure lacked the tail the rest of the family had, but her son had her deeper gold colored hair and hazel green eyes. He lacked young playmates though, and both Faintwake and Threesure worried at how Adir felt as if he was 'adrift'.