Savith's Life

[ChosenSavith]

OMG! Thank you to my RL spouse who some how managed to find nearly a year's worth of logs! Please enjoy Savith's life from 2003 to 2004, representing nearly 10 years of IC time.

Savith's Mother:
Tarek aka Malene aka Door


Savith's Father:
Elian aka Brace
 

[ChosenSavith]

Shortly after the birth of Savith's son, Rosendo, the family gets invited to a Wolfrider Howl. Strangeness ensues.

Logfile from TwoMoons - Savith.

East Bank of the Silver Run River
The lands of the Abode surround you.
At the rivers edge, a pool has formed, sheltered by huge rocks on the west side, allowing the water there to collect and empty out somewhat at odd intervals. Here it seems a good place for the washing out of leathers, bathing of bodies and general relaxing, though the waters you find are chilled. There is smooth white sand, surprisingly, under your feet and you find yourself smiling at this pleasant place. There are a few trees scattered over the beach, providing shade as well patches of cleared ground. The bank here begins tapering off into thick woods, limbs covered with gaily colored leaves as the holt prepares for the season of DeathSleep. Dead and dying shrubs and undergrowth encroaches all around as the bank blends with and eventually becomes the forest. Tiny bugs zip around at ankle height, and occasionally a fish leaps out to snatch at one of them. It is a cool autumn afternoon. The father tree is quiet as elves and wolves sleep in their dens.

Pale blue eyes glance over in Savith's direction as his send brushes against her mind. Larias shrugs, still feeding a hungry child. ** A passing thought is all. **

Savith locksends ** Not a happy one. **

Savith quirks a brow but nods. Ah, yet hte matter is not done. Private sends. Poor Llune. No wonder she missed everything.

You locksend to Savith, Larias sighs, ** No, not a happy one. Even here, the shadow of the Mountain reaches. ** Unbidden, the thought comes again, will she be able to speak to her son as Llune does Savith - will her son know her, will her son see nothing but a useless statueque glider shaping nothing, holding nothing, simply sitting - forever.

Llune hears the odd send, **passing thought? about what?** the context is completely lost on her, as she's missed the private sends, she looks up from her chore **wait, what's going on? **

You sense in a locksend, Savith's resolve hardens. Of course you will, beloved. He'll see to that.

Larias's gaze drops from Savith's form, her eyes returning to look upon Rosendo's face, so sweet, innocent, perfect. Her brows furrow more thoughts pass by, emotions sorted out, and finally she responds to Llune's question, ** I was thinking Llune. Nothing more. ** Ok, so the thoughts were sad, no surprise there.

Llune shrugs and sighs, assuming it's a private conversation between the recognized, but the sudden mood shift is reflected upon her, and she ceases her happy humming, instead lost in her thoughts and searching for a snack.

Savith glances at Llune. Great, not she's un happy. He sighs and moves to the shetler. "I'm taking a nap."

Larias, with Rosendo still nursing, drifts over towards Savith. She tries to look all smiley and happy, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes. "Are you sure you'll be able to?"

Llune sets out a cloth and places a few pieces of dried meat and fruit on it, and, unrolling a water skin, moves to the pool to fill it, "I am famished." she states simply, ignorant, or possibly ignoring the odd mood shift between the two recognized.

Savith glances over at Larias. Oh, now that's a good question. He shrugs lightly, having had a headache for a little bit. "I'm not completely sure," he replies, putting voice to the shurg.

Llune fills the skin with water from the pool.

Larias glances over towards Llune, down to Rosendo, then back at Savith. She sighs, then offers, "If you don't mind waiting until he is done.. I could try and help."

Savith hmms softly, eyes concerned. He turns to gaze at Llune, and sidetracks, "Perhaps I just need to eat." He looks back at Larias, smirking, "As do you."

Llune finishes filling the skin, and moves over to the picnick, "Neither of you eat often enough... At least," She grins, "Not as often as *I* would like."

Larias hrmphs at Savith, then does it once more for Llune, "I eat as often as I am hungry."

"Which isn't often enough for me either," Savith comments, motioning to Llune's pinic. "You're healthier, to be sure, but still. Much is begin demanded on you."

Larias heaves another sigh, shoulders sagging as she shakes her head. She follows the unspoken order and moves towards the food being set out, a defeated tone to her voice, "If I must."

Llune smiles up at Larias, "Oh, come not, it's not *that* bad, is it? I mean, it's a little," She tears off a piece of the jerky and begins a long chew, "tough and all... The water is cold, too..." She offers Larias a piece of jerky, "here..."

Larias shifts Rosendo in her arms, moving to take a seat before taking the proffered jerky from Llune. She takes a small bite, chewing the piece slowly. After swallowing, "I think bark would be easier to che than this stuff is."

Savith follows Larias silently, dropping to sit nearby and take a piece of jerky himself. He tears off a bite, muttering, "It's not exactly like I had a huge selection to chose from Mother."

Larias takes another bite, carefully balancing Rosendo with her other arm so he can continue nursing. ** And there was no time to hunt on the way here. ** Barely enough time was there to make it, let alone take the time to hunt.

Llune turns a smile to Savith, "*I* wasn't criticizing... I think it's wonderful dear." She shrugs delicately, "Of course, it isn't a fresh fruit, but at least it's not something 'unpleasant'."

Like the grub worms Larias was hinting at earlier. "Yes," he replies, eyes sliding towrad the elfess with the baby, "At least." Is that a grin?

Larias coughs back a laugh, nearly choking on the small piece of meat she's taken a bite of. Her face turns a little red, but then she catches herself, a faint smile forming, "Yes well..." She looks to Llune, "If you would like something less dry, I'm sure I could come up with something." her tone seems to drip, 'but yer not gunna like it'

Llune smiles, "Well, poo. I was just hoping you'd tell me what it was that was such a disturbing meal." She grins between the two, glad that the mood is lightening up a bit, "But this is fine... Hopefully we will be allowed to... ah... forage? for ourselves soon..."

Savith covers his mouth with a hand, disguiing it to look like he's working at another bite, but reall, he's snickering softly. "Ah, yes," he replies when he can, "Hopefully." And maybe they'll get a warmer den. It's starting to get cold.

Larias doesn't bother to hide her own chuckle. She flicks a glance towards Savith, then back to Llune, trying to look all serious as she explains to Llune, "Well... as I said, we can forage right here. There is enough to last a bit. If your hungry that is." Oh please, say your hungry, say it!

Llune shrugs, "what about those..." she sends the flavor of a mushroom to Larias, "things... are there any here?"

Savith glances at his mother. About to reply, he's distracted by a send. A moment passes as he listens, eyes turning... a touch.. confused.

Larias shakes her head as she looks to Llune, "not in this clearing no. We'd have to find a downed tree, one that is rotting. Around here, we'd have to scout for some well... grubs. Under rocks perhaps, or even under some of the brush."

Llune wonders, "What are.. glubs? And how do they grow under rocks?"

Savith blinks a few times, returning the send. He's silent long enough to swallow his mouthful. His voice is soft, almost a whisper, so shocked he is, "We've... been invited to a howl."

So very nearly ready to explain to Llune exactly what a grub is, and that it lives no tgrows, blinks as she turns her eyes on Savith. ** After all we... well, you and I have done here? **

Llune looks quickly between the two, noting the awed excitement, **ah... A what now?**

From the tree tops, Skywise and Tyleet drop down. Tyleet's soft smile is almost completely friendly, "A howl, gentle Llune. For joy, and sorrow. For loss and new life." She turns her eyes to Larias, her hair frosting a genlte white, "And yes, even after all that, you're still invited." Skywise smiles hands on his hips, eyes twinkling mischeviously, "Besides, I don't want to miss a howl to sit here watching you four." He winks at Larias softly, a flicker of silver eyes.

Savith glances over at the two wolfriders, and glances between Larias and Llune, "Well?"

Larias rises to her feet with the aid of her gliding magic. She places Rosendo in the air to redo the top of her dress. A glance down at Savith, "You know me and wolfriders. Of course I'd liek to go.. since we're invitred."

Llune smiles widely at the lovely little wolfriders, "I'm still not sure what all this is about, but..." She looks between her glider companions, "I would love to..."

Savith takes a breath. Great. Well, when in Rome.... Don't use the public baths. He stands as well, musing silently, 'Maybe I'll be able to use the time to chat with the chief, and secure a better den or supplies to travel.' He nods to Skywise and Tyleet, "LEad on."

Larias plucks her babe from the air and begins patting his back after placing him up to her shoulder. She looks rather eager to join in the festivities, or at the very least, watch them.

Llune rolls the picknick into a large tube and places it inside the shelter, "Should I change? What does one wear to an even tlike this?"

Savith glances his mother over, and grins softly, "What you're wearing is fine, Mother." Tyleet giggles softly and Skywise, gives Llune an eyes over too, grinning, "Your son's right. Your dress is just lovely." What to go stargazing? seems to be the unspoken question.

Simple and to the point, "Shall we then?" Larias inquires, so ready to be on the way.

Llune smiles and almost blushes, "Thank you." she says to both of the complimenting elves. At Larias' suggestion she agrees, "Let's"

Hill
Standing atop the slope, you have an incredible view of the SilverRun river, to the west of the holt and to the Northeast you see the huge branches of the immense father tree in the distance, reaching upward to the sky. The land here rises softly in a gentle slope, then drops off steeply to the river bank which hems in the western side of the holt. Standing atop the slope, you have an incredible view of the SilverRun river, to the west of the holt and to the Northeast you see the huge branches of the immense father tree in the distance, reaching upward to the sky.. The land here rises softly in a gentle slope, then drops off steeply to the river bank which hems in the western side of the holt. The land around you is covered over with brown and drying grass, dotted here and there with colorful stray leaves from the neighboring trees. It is a cool autumn evening. You hear hushed noises as the holt slowly comes to life as elves and wolves awaken from their daytime slumber.

The suns have set and the night sky is clear of all clouds allowing a clear view of the sparkling stars and twin full moons high overhead. An early frost has settled over the place called LostHolt and the combination of full moonlight with it gives everything a silvered look. The soft crunch of the frosted grass is all that can be heard under Cutter's booted feet as he moves to the top of the hill, scents the wind then tips his head back, letting out a long howl that carries to the far reaches of the holt. Ashefur, the pack alpha, is the first to join in the song but, the rest of the pack quickly pick up the song adding their voices to it. All with wolfblood know that call instictively. "It's time for a howl."

From the east, where the Father Tree is, the Odd Family arrives. Darkedge and Piper, each holding one of Redstar's hands as she walks between the two. Darkedge is smiling easily, pressing back the concern of the previous night for the moment. He's got his weapons, as usual, and slows his steps to make it easy for the cubling to keep up. Darkedge has never been to a howl, but has heard from afar. He's a touch excited by it as he moves into the area, family at hand.

Evergreen waits in anticipation, as the tention builds between all the wolfriders. He idly messes his dark hair on his head as he glances around at all the other elves. He sits with his lanky legs folded into him, sitting on his feet.

Perhaps the most unusual band of elves to accept the howls invitation, is the family of gliders, of course accompanied by those that have been watching over them. The male garbed as a Chosen minus his helm. One female garbed in a green simple dress has a newborn elfin boy up at her shoulder, patting his back. The other female is dressed in more intricate Mountain fashion, not exactly well suited to forest life, her eyes are nonetheless wide and full of wonder.

Leetah sits off to the side from her mate, having walked up with him. Her voice joins in the howl, for despite her desert-born youth and delicate ways, she is now and will always be a Wolfrider by choice. As others begin to arrive, she smiles at them each in turn. When Savith arrives, her smile suddenly falters though. She recovers slightly at the sight of Larias and their small cub, focusing her attention on them instead. She pats the log space next to her and invites them to sit beside her if they wish.

In a Chosen's uniform, Savith certainly looks out of place. Leading the group of gliders are Skywise and Tyleet, who move to take a place by their family members. Savith's green eyed gaze flicks over the gathered elves. Oh boy. Lots of wolfblood's here.

Llune smiles brightly at... Well, *everyone*... Though the noise of the first howl startled her, Llune is almost actually joining in now - though she doesn't, it's just not ladylike. She plops gracefully down near the friendly elf offering a seat to Larias and looks about with wonder and joy.

Pike bursts through the bushes with a chuckle and a red-cheeked smile, "Ayooah!" His voice as strong as the others as he shakes a couple of leaves off his foot. Pike spots his chief and gives him a sly, yet very obvious, wink before patting the two wineskins on his side. "I'm all ready for the howl. Got some of Shenshen's best brew dreamberry wine." He spots his lifemates, Skot and Krim, and moves over to sit with them, "Got some treats for later too." Pike pats the bulging hide bag that's been tied to his belt, "Found a ripe berry bush on my way over here and just had to sample some of them." Anyone sitting close to the trio can see fresh purple stains around Pike's mouth.

Piper's own howl reaches out, joining into the howl, the wolfblood stirring within her as the sound ersonates, and joins in with that of her tribe mates. Her eyes are bright and shiny, eagerly awaiting whatever has caused this howl to be called.

Redstar's grip tightens on both Darkedge and Piper's hands as she looks around at all the elves gathered. So many there, she can't help but to shy back at first. When Piper howls, she finds it okay to add her own, high thin voice to her's then just grins.

Melisanda comes towards the hill, avoiding the main cluster of people. She is walking with Tamaris, having joined him here in the Holt early this morning just before sunup. The two tall, pale Underworlders make an odd sight in the already odd gathering of elves here, and they look as if they are not entirely sure they want to be here. She pays the others little attention, instead paying more attention to the unfamiliar terrain and her companion.

Tamaris points out a section away from the main group, starting to head over there. Easily seen, but away from the surfaceworlders, he unshoulders a pack, opens it, and spreads out a blanket on the ground to sit on. He then waits as Melisanda gets seated and he sits beside her, the two apparently locksending to each other, as they spare no comment for the others.

Reed comes strolling up the hill and sight of the gathered elves confirms what her ears and nose had long since told her. She carries her bow, HowlSinger, with her in one hand, a quiver to her back, and her long chestnut brown braid tapping at her thighs. Her silver eyes are like twins to the child moon. Continuing up the hill she adds her own long unused howl, sweet and full none the less. Her eyes scanning the group of elves. Passing Cutter she gives a nod and finds a spot near where other hunters types are like Nightfall and Strongbow. She chooses to remain standing for now, taking in a deep breath and exahaling slowly as thoughts of howls long ago wisp across her diligent mind.

Strongbow strolls in from the direction of the glider camp while his lifemate walks behind the odd family unit that is Darkedge, Piper, and Redstar. He's not happy about all the guests, least of all the underworlders. He's very certain he's got the gliders's numbers in the bag. A faint sneer threatens, but Moonshade is quick to jog to his side and locksend soothingly to him. He glance is given Reed as she settles near him, then a faint nod.

Nightfall from the first twitch of Tangle's ears, Nightfall felt the electricity of a howl being called and stands, smiling, to make her way with Redlance to the hill. On arriving, her smile widens on seeing so many of her family here--even her own Tyleet. Tangle runs to the pack, tail wagging, ears down, and tongue lolling, leaving Nightfall and her mate to make their way to Cutter. Nightfall gives Cutter a warm hug, ruffles his topknot, and sits. She knows, at least in part, one of the topics for this howl--it was her own idea, after all, and she is quite excited for it to be announced. Redlance grips Cutter's hand, then hugs the chief before sitting behind Nightfall, curling himself around her. Ocaisionally, one or the other of the pair raise a hand or give a send to those still arriving.

With a grin to a conspiratorial few, Redlance reveals a couple baskets of his own dreamberries. Nightfall rolls her eyes, but is nevertheless proud that he grew them himself. Well, she's always proud of anything he does.

A pair of wolfriders come from the direction of the Father Tree, an elfmaiden hand in hand with her lifemate. Dewshine breaks off as they get close to the group assembled, just as Scouter's eyes have a chance to see the Underworlders. He hesitates a moment, and then gives a short nod before turning once again to the rest. His smile reappears as he sees Dewshine make her way over with the intent on greeting her cousin with the topknot and his feet follow towards her until they are both eventually part of the ever growing circle of elves meeting for the Howling. Silent the entire time, there is sure to be plenty of locksending between the two mates as Dewshine reclaims her spot, standing in front of Scouter and leaning casually back against him.

As the tribe files in, and finds places to sit, the wolves pad in as well, lying or sitting near their bonds though forming something aking to a protective circle around those gathered near the crest of the hill. Cutter smiles as he ceases the howl and notes how many have shown themselves for this night's event. He flashes a grin at Redlance as he brings out some of his own stock of dreamberries to share with everyone and he returns Nightfall's hug and then Dewshine's. Then, once everyone has settled, he lets his gaze pass over the clearing touching on each elf present before moving to the next. Satisfied that all are ready, he draws New Moon and holds the curving brightmetal blade high over his head, letting the moons' glow glint off of it. Once more he howls but, this is his howl alone: the chief's call to attention. That done, he lowers his head and the sword once more then pricks the palm of his hand with the point of the blade before shifting hand and sword so that bright red drops of blood fall to the flat of the blade. As they fall, his voice calls out like a litany, "Timmorn... Rahnee... Preypacer...."

Darkedge finds a place for himself and Piper and Redstar to settle, collecting the cubling to sit onto his lap. Fortunate is with him and his mood, that he was grinning down at Redstar, giving her hand a soft squeeze of reassuring when the underworlders made their entrance. Once cub is settled, he flicks a glance at Piper, to whom he had been locking this whole time, and tilts his head fainly, an unspoken question: leaning on me, love? If taken up on the offer, Darkedge would lift his arm gently, to drape across his mate's shoulders. Cutter's howl does indeed get hte youth's attention, and he listens to the litany with interest.

Evergreen :'s ears perk at the mention of berries from Pike. Peering over at Pike, Evergreen licks his lips at the thought of juicy berries staining his mouth with sweet juices.... As the howling continues from the few others who have started, Evergreen's wolf blood boils excitment and anticpation for his own turn to howl like mad to the moon. At Cutter's howl, he turns his anxious eyes to the Chief in grand antipaction at this howl.

Having taken the offered seat next to Leetah, Larias continues patting little Rosendo's back until an audible *burap* is given. Though he doesn't care, she hopes silently it doesn't disturb the goings on, her cheeks turning a slight pink. As her gaze makes its way around the clearing, she makes note of the one or two she recalls from other times, with a thought to send to them, she stops herself, turning her eyes instead to rest upon the pale haired one with the top knot, listening with curiosity to the names he speaks. Leetah continues to greet everyone individually, either via a send or a smile on her lips. She notes the Underworlders and the way they set themselves apart from the rest. She has always found their kind fascinating and spends several moments studying the cool female elf, before her attention is diverted by the arrival of Nightfall and Redlance. Having always shared a special closeness with this pair, she is pleased to see them both in attendance tonight...always more at ease in their presence. Finally, once everyone is settled, she turns her attention to Cutter, admiring the way his spirit seems to shine this night. If ever an elf was born for the role of Chief, it is him. She listens attentively, eager to hear him reveal the focus of this night's howl. Savith helps both soulmate and mother to a confortable place to sit of their chosing before settling himself down. Rosendo's burp gets a faint smirk from the Chosen. So waht if it interrupted? His eyes note the underworlders, then flick to Darkedge. This should be fun, considering the odd conversation he and Larias had not so long ago. He notes the dreamberries and the wine, sending privately to Larias as he seems to recline on midair, arms crossing softly.

You locksend to Larias, Savith snickers slightly, **Dreamberries. I think i should keep those from you.**

Her gaze flicks back and forth between newcomers and those already assembled, knowing no one, but *horribly* interested in all of it. You can be sure Llune is making note of all the new colors and styles of clothing worn by the different participants, as her eyes are shining brightly, and she seems to be trying desperately to hold back drool. "What gorgeous fabrics!" she exclaims, mostly to herself, but not minding a bit if everyone else hears. At Cutter's attention gathering howl she focuses on him, gasping nearly inaudibly as he cuts his palm and begins reciting odd name's she's never before encountered... Her eyes shine with curiosity at the actions of these new, strange elves, and sends openly, though directed toward Savith, **What berries?**

You sense in a locksend, Larias smirks lightly into her sending, ** If they are offered, I will do as is expected of me. We are, guests, of a sort. Its not like one or two won't hurt me. ** Remember, it takes three ;p

You locksend to Larias, Savith chortles faintly. He remembers all too well. Llune's sent question makes him groan, **Tenspan's Feathers! I completely forgot! She's never seen a dreamberry!** This is going to be an INTERESTING night, to say the least.

You locksend to Llune, Savith replies privately. **They are called dreamberries, mother.**

Llune locksends ** Ooh, do they give you good dreams then? **

You sense in a locksend, Larias chuckles merrily in hermind, ** Perhaps your mother and I will keep eachother company tonight then. ** That is, if she can get her hands on some dreamberries.

You locksend to Llune, Savith seems to flinch, hand to forehead, though no outward motion does he make. **Something like that. I would suggest you not eat more than two.**

You locksend to Larias, Savith seems to groan, letting a flicker of Llune's send to him reach your thoughts: '...they give good dreams then?...' High ones help us. A drunk Larias AND Llune. Looks like he'll be babysitting. **I shall take Rosendo for the night then, if you two wish to have some.**

You sense in a locksend to Llune, Savith: Larias is actually laughing merrily into her sending, though outwardly its but a light smile, ** Llune, shall you and I enjoy the berries together then? Or shall we conspire and make your son enjoy one or two as well? **

You sense in a locksend to Larias, Savith: Llune seems quite a little bit confused **Uhm... Okay... I'm a little hungry still, can't I have more than just a few berries? Then I'd have good dreams *and* a full belly!** She sends a smile, then send cuddles Rosendo, **The noise doesn't scare him?**

Pike stops joking with his lifemates as Cutter howls and he turns his attention back to his chief, as the Howl begins. He joins in with the others in naming the past chiefs, "Two-Spear...Huntress Skyfire..." Pike says with passion and a bright smile on his face. He loves Howls, almost as much as Dreamberries. Pike has a very special story to tell tonight and he wanted everyone to share it, hence the extra dreamberries. There's a bright twinkle in his eyes as he continues to say each of the past chief's names.

How could Piper refuse an offer to lean against her mate? Chuckling to herself she leans against Darkedge, one arm going to wrap about his waist, taking a moment to nod to those she knows and even some she does not. Purposefully though, she keeps her eyes off the Underworlders set so far off, instead, looking upon Cutter wondering what all this is about. As the names of the past chiefs are recited, she too joins in, sparing a glance and flashing a grin over towards Pike, hrrm, fresh dreamberries he mentioned, hopefully he'll be sharing!

You locksend, to Llune, Larias: Savith knows what dreamberries cause, but finally comments, **A few, and no more, once offered. You do not want to get a full belly on these, lest you have a headache worse than what Winnowill could muster on her worst day.** He senses out the child. Odd. It doesn't frighten, **I'm not sure he knows to be frightened, mother.**

Redstar nestles into Darkedge's lap while she stares wide-eyed at the elves gathered around. Even the Underworlders are giving a passing glance. As with a few others, this is her first howl, and the names recited are strange to her. Little holds her attention for long, but tonight, she's riveted on Cutter, listening as the recitation continues.

Melisanda looks almost startled as the wolfrider chief cuts himself. A glance over to Tamaris and then back, and she looks rather disgusted with the proceedings. She pulls her cloak tighter against her, and then finds Reed in the crowd, watching as she joins in. A shudder goes through her, her blue eyes going back to Cutter, watching this... this... words almost escape her.

Tamaris sits up straighter as Cutter draws blood from his hand, glancing at Melisanda, his lips slightly parted as he is almost stunned by this. His gaze goes around the almost enthralled Wolfriders, as if in surprise that they could be watching, no, /enjoying/ this. He slowly shakes his head in disbelief.

You sense in a locksend to Llune, Savith: Larias settles herself, stilling her mind just a bit, ah she knows the joys and trials that dreamberries are, bringing up old unwanted memories, ** Yes yes, just a few. ** A bit of a sigh as the twoof you wonder about Rosendo, ** Perhaps, because the sounds do not frighten me, they do not frighten him.. He has been hearing the wolves howling since the day he was born. ** Its not like he was born in the quiet of the Mountain.

Reed 's heart sings with joy and her blood quickens with the sounding of the chieftan. Despite being released of certain obligations this night she keeps her eyes on a certain few. So far so good...maybe this night she will not feel set apart and be able to enjoy herself. Doesn't she deserve it? Well a few hands full of berries will fix the problem either way the night goes, but that matter will be decided later. A smile creases her lips as she sends to Tamaris. She is glad He is out even if it is with Malandor's sister.

Sitting with his mate and wolf, both leaning on him comfortably, Strongbow and Moonshade both join in the naming of the elves, raising his voice to do so. "...Freefoot ...Tanner." He watches each single drop, knowing full well the meaning of each blood split. A silent musing, 'Would his name be added?' Of course not, he settles, giving Moonshade's shoulders a gentle squeeze. He's not rightful chief, no matter what kind of challenge fought and won.

Nightfall smoky voice joining in with the others, Nightfall adds to the list. "Goodtree... Mantricker..." Not her favorites, but chiefs nonetheless, and always to be included in the howls as honored guests and revered elders long gone--but having left an indelible mark. Redlance passes around one of the baskets of dreamberries. Though he was surprised that Cutter had asked him to bring them, Redlance was glad to do it. It showed him what sort of mood this howl was to have.

You locksend, to Llune, Larias: ** True enough,** Savith replies softly, **Still, I will take the child when the berries are being past. Of the three of us, I've the most tolerance. **

Scouter finds a place to sit, and Dewshine follows suit as she finds a warm place in his arms. The scout smiles as Cutter howls, and his eyes sparkle in the moonlight as he waits the litany to spill forth. Its not new for either one of the wolfriders, but it still pulls at each of their souls. At a locksend, Dewshine half turns her head and grins at Scouter but his eyes are on Redlance. He had just seen the dreamberries, and it seems he already has his own ideas about where they should end up...or at least some of them. Yes, its grand to have a plantshaper in the holt. The berries make their way to him though and he turns his eyes back to Dewshine as she laughs silently, stealing a few for herself before looking back to Cutter to await his words. Scouter's voice rings clear, "...Bearclaw..." and Dewshine follows with her own musical voice to join in, "...and Cutter..." Thus ending the list of chiefs.

You sense in a locksend to Llune, Savith: Larias, oddly enough, agrees, ** Then, I will pass him to you once the berries come by, though I won't eat that many myself. ** Her mate of course knows why, more bad memories and dreams than good, ** He should be erady to sleep soon anyway, so I doubt he'll be much trouble for anyone. **

You sense in a locksend to Larias, Savith: Llune sighs in her send, sort of a 'yes sir' reluctant agreement **I hope there will be something to eat, then, otherwise I may have to run back to camp and pick up some snacks.**

You locksend, to Llune, Larias: ** I believe there may be feasting after this, or at least, everyone will return to their dens for sleep, and we can eat what we like. **

You sense in a locksend to Llune, Savith: Larias almost giddy, yet become worried as well, ** If we have our wits sufficently about us to find food anyway. **

You locksend, to Llune, Larias: Savith seems to sigh softly, though there's a faint hint of amusement, **Then I shall find us some. But hush about it now, or I shall be hungry!** He's already got a hungry headache, afterall.

As his own name is called, Cutter lowers his hand, curling it into a fist at his side so that no further drops spill from it. He holds the blade of New Moon higher, keeping it level so that the 11 drops of blood do not spill from the brightmetal. Finally, he speaks up and his voice rings clearly about the hillside, "With the troubles we have recently faced and the gathering of so many from different tribes within the holt, Pike has chosen a special tale to share with us tonight." He pauses dramaticly and lets his gaze wander over those gathered here once more before continuing, "Tonight, we howl for the mother of all Wolfriders. We howl for Timmain!" That said, he tips his head back and lets out another howl, this one full voiced and calling for the mists of the Now to part and reveal that which happened long ago. The wolves follow suit, blending their voices with the pale chieftain's. He does not draw this howl out. Instead, he soon ends it and steps back to accept his own share of the dreamberries and then take a seat beside Leetah, draping an arm about her shoulders as he does so.

Darkedge listens to the litany, intrigued, and sending to Piper again, more and more questions from the young underworlder. When it is done, though not wolfblooded, he seems to sense there will be something more, and the faint leaning forward is a tell-tale sign of his curiousity. As the berries begin being passed about, first by Redlance, Darkedge glances at Piper. Whent he basket nears them, he collects it and holds it still for Redstar to take one, then out for Piper to get a few. At a faint propping from his mate, he takes some as well, then passes it off. Timmain. He glances up at Cutter, then Pike, as the first berry it brought to his lips.

Evergreen drools a little for the berries. Taking a few for himself, as they pass around, he pops a few into his mouth, feeling the juicy ecstasy drip down his throat. After his few berries, he looks softly to the ground waiting for the howl to continue.

Larias bounces the tiny newborn gently on her lap, keeping him entertained as best she can. A faint glimmer of a smile forms on her lips at some sending between herself and her small clan, but only moments later, the expression fades away. Eyeing the berries passed about, she smirks to herself then turns to hand Rosendo to his father. Once passed to her, she selects only a few of the berries before passing them on, the curiosity of before fading - she has heard this story before.

Leetah refrains from taking many berries, as she always likes to be prepared for unforeseen results of Howls. Besides, Leetah has never really cared that much for the Wolfrider treat. Once Cutter finishes setting the mood for the Howl and joins her, she snuggles down into the crook of his arm, ready to hear the story...as it is one of her favorites...at least now. Smiles softly to herself, remembering on how this story used to terrify her...back when it threatened her soul. She turns her attention to Pike, waiting for the rosy-cheeked elf to begin. Though still visibly tired, she is very much alive this night...caught up in the festivities just like everybody else.  

[ChosenSavith]

The above scene continues...


Savith takes a small handfull of dreamberries himself before floating hte basket toward Llune, again stressing silently she not take more than a hand or so. Preferrably less. He collects Rosendo, the darling tiny glider child, in hand and settles him against his chest, pulling the warm blanket over him more fully to ward off the chill. The babe's eyes already begin to droop with sleep as Savith drops two of the purple round berries into his mouth, and sits back to listen. This could prove educational, haven't never had the previldge of sitting in the middle of a wolfrider howl. Like the well-trained Chosen he is, his mind, though beginning to numb from the berries, drops into a 'record' type mood, to allow His Lord to pluck any information about this event she may deem useful.

You locksend to Larias, Savith's mental state becomes obvious to you, such is the bond you share.

You sense in a locksend, Larias's mind is reaching out to someone else, but at that feel of record, she snaps back towards you quickly, ** Don't turn us into poorer guests Savith... We are bad enough ones as is. **

Llune plucks the basket from the air and takes a few berries - no more than 3 or 4, as instructed - then passes the berries on to the next nearest elf... This done, she sniffs the first berry tenatively, eyeing it in the moonlight, then, as though her inspection were complete, she pops one into her mouth and croons, delighted, at the flavor, "Mmm!"

Llune locksends ** Aw, Savi, these are good - can't I have more than a few? **

Pike finishes saying the chief's of the past and present and hands off his bag of dreamberries so they can be passed out to those around him. He hands over one skin to Skot and Krim, where it's promptly opened and passed back and forth between each other. Pike turns his head back to Cutter as his name is spoke and he lifts his head to howl as well. As it ends Pike gets up and he stumbles a little, whether from dreamberry intoxication or from a boot to the rump from Skot. Pike recovers and makes his way to where cutter was standing. "Cutter is right tonight we howl for Timmain, High Ones and Mother to all the Wolfriders." He opens the wineskin to his side and takes a very long drink of it, so that he'll best remember the story of course. Pike lowers the skin and takes a deep breath before he starts, "Long, long, long ago, before any elf set foot on this world, the High Ones left their world as it had grown too old for them. They took with them the Preservers and the Trolls, for they, besides the High Ones, were the only things left on their world. Perhaps it was a mistake, but they did not have the heart to leave any living creature behind to its death. So they traveled, through space and time, searching for others like them. Their quest was interrupted as one of the two beings they had brought with them, the Trolls, betray them. Slicing open the wrapstuff cocoons that protected the High Ones guiding the Palace, they plunged themselves, the Preservers and the High Ones, on to the planet of Two Moons. The High Ones had taken forms they though the Humans would find acceptable, like the humans, but noticeably different. As they ventured out of the Palace to greet the humans they were not ready for the humans they encountered. The High Ones brought love, peace and acceptance with them. The humans feared the newcomers in their Mountain from the Sky and that fear turned to violence. The humans brought death to the High Ones, something they had never known until now. Pain, panic and fear followed as the High Ones fled the blood thirsty humans, their magic weak on this new and strange world. They fled into the night seeking safety away from the Palace and the Humans, they found it in a cave" Pike sends images that correspond with his words and then pauses to let the others digest this part of the story as he takes a drink from his wineskin to wet his throat.

Redstar still has no idea who is being talked about while she listens and takes a couple of the juicy berries. Before she even pops one into her mouth, she sniffs at it curiously, then she gives it a taste. Murrr Good. the second soon follows and she's nestling down in Dark's lap to listen to the story.

Melisanda settles down a bit as Cutter sits down, and she watches as the others start passing around the dreamberries. Another glance to Tamaris, certain to be another locksend, and a nod before she reaches for the backpack Tamaris brought with him. She pulls out a small pouch, opening it and taking small pieces of mushrooms from inside and eatting them as she watches, offering the pouch to Tamaris. She then sits up a bit -- she knows this story.

Tamaris sighs softly, his eyes finding Reed in the middle of this, a send, before he glances at Melisanda. He shifts around a bit and relaxes, seeing as how this won't be turning into the barbaric scene they had thought it was. He glances at the small pouch of mushrooms and takes a couple pieces, popping them into his mouth as he watches. As Pike starts to speak, he arches his brow and the corners of his lips go up, just slightly.

Reed shrugs at Tamaris' sending and considers just letting the basket of berries pass her by this time. Deciding it would be better to just 'look like' she were having some would be better and so she gets a handful. Most of them she deposits in a pouch. One or two she rolls around in her hand. Looking around she decides that one berry will be acceptable for now at least to enhance her mind to bonding of thoughts with her wolfblooded kin. Looking around she tucks the other berry in her pouch and props her hands on her prized bow. The story is familiar to her mind and made more interesting hearing it from different story tellers over her many turns of the seasons. `

Strongbow takes a handful of berries, as does Moonshade. Ah, this one. The one from the Scroll of Colors. He got it the first time, but ah well. A story is a story, is it not. A glance and a private send to Cutter, and a berry goes into his mouth.

Nightfall nabs just enough dreamberries to pink her cheeks, looking around at the anticipatory faces of the gathered crowd. She lingers for a moment on the cubs. She would love to have another bouncing cub on her knee, but she'd had her own cub, and grandcubs, and greatgrandcubs. She'd had her share, and probably wouldn't like to divide her time like that again... probably. Her eyes move on though. She glances back at Redlance, rubbing noses with him before watching and listening to Pike.

Cutter smiles at something as the basket of dreamberries comes back to him once again. He picks it up, disengages himself from Leetah's side and pads over to where the two Underworlders are sitting. With a silent smile, he offers some of the berries to them as well. All the better to join in the sharing of the story, after all.

Darkedge watches Cutter move over. Ah... Tamaris and... HOLY CRAP on a STICK! Is that... Melisanda?! Darkedge turns his face from the underworlders again, frowning. He rolls a dreamberry in his hand before Piper gives him another private nudge, as she did earlier. He smiles softly and nods, bringing the berry to his mouth and forcing himself calm again. After all, HOW many times was he in a drunken stupor in the River Cavern around everyone? Only this time, he's friend out number them, 20 to 2 or more. Ah, pleasant safety. He bites into the berry, following it with another, flicking a glance at the underworlders, a dark grin on his pale features. Heeheehee.... evil thoughts always come to him when he's drunk. And yes, he's been listening to Pike's story. He nods, a faint purse to his lips, and sends to Piper once more.

Evergreen ponders lightly to himself of the people present at this howl. He glances from each to the next. He listens tentively to the stories being presented.

Larias gives Leetah a quick glance out of the corner of her eyes before she gingerly places one of her three berries between her lips and into her mouth. As the storyteller begins, a delicate brow arches upwards, the glimmer of a smirk playing upon her features. A thought passes from her to those she calls kin.

You sense in a locksend to Llune, Savith: Larias is almost delighted, amused, and forlorn all at once as such an ancient story is shared, ** I have to wonder where they first learned this... I can't imagine they remember that far back. **

You locksend, to Llune, Larias: ** I can not hazard a guess, though there were wolfbloods about hte Palace when I located it on the Plains,** he replies, hesitiating a moment. Oops. Wasn't finding the Palace what Larias wanted. Ah... heck. **Perhaps they learned it there? **

Leetah sits up a bit as Cutter goes over to the Underworlders, pleased at his thoughtfulness. She pats Larias on the shoulder, giving her comfort about something from a private send. Her eyes also drift over to Darkedge, noting how uncomfortable he is around others of his kind. She grins, listening intently to Pike, but still letting her mind drift over how much Darkedge has changed since his arrival. She remembers the awkwardness and the sunburns, and now...look at him...he has his own family and is so happy. She couldn't have wished for more for this elf. He is truly becoming one of them...a Wolfrider. Something, she too had to go through once upon a time. Finally, she looks back to Pike, returning her thoughts to his story as she realizes it isn't the one she has heard so many times, but a new one about their Wolf-mother. Realizing this, she grows very intent upon Pike's words, indeed.

You sense in a locksend, Larias has eaten a berry, and one an empty stomach too! Quickly the fuzzed feeling enters into her being, ** The palace? ** Curiosity, anger, distaste, how can one of elvin kind hold distaste for the Palace? Regardless, this elf seems to. She hrmphs into the sending, ** Figures, the secrets of our kind. Aurek will suffice for me. **

Savith chews his few dreamberries slowly, making sure to stay NICE and alert. NO getting drunk while on... well... pretending to be on duty. Oh, Leetah's here. Right. Ah.. he sends privately, though keeps his eyes on Pike.

You locksend to Leetah, Savith lightly touched your mind, as if asking permission to send fully to you. Hmm... that's polite.

Llune listens in awe to the story - she's never heard a story told quite like this, in the moonlight, with the howling, and the intoxicating affect of the dream berries... Oh yes, dream berries. She pops another two in her mouth, and leans, a little less gracefully than usual, back onto her elbows, shretching out and listening to the amazing story... Though her kin send to her, she makes no reply, in part because she's far too intent on the story, but also because she is suddenly just *way* too bleary, the idea of food completely forgotten. She rolls her remaining dreamberry between her thumb and forefinger, but saves it for later on, 'cause, you know, they're really not affecting her. Honest.

You sense in a locksend, Leetah is reluctant to answer the Glider, but is worried he has a concern about the cub, so answer him **What?**

Pike continues with the story as he lowers the wineskin. His sends and voice pick up where he left off. "The High Ones were confused as they sat huddled in the cave away from the Palace. They talked about getting back in to the Palace so they could return to the time they were supposed to be at. While they planned Timmain brought the body of her beloved, the first High One to offer a hand of friendship to the Humans and to have his life stolen by them. In the distance a wolf let out a mournful how and for the first time Timmain raised her voice to howl the wolfsong. She covered the body of her beloved with her clothes and then left the High Ones in the cave. Timmain left to discover the song of this world." A bright grin plays across the storyteller's face, "And oh did she find it. She discovered the joy of running, of eating, of joining, of just being. Timmain found that everything on this world was celebrated, birth, living, dying, for everything that died on this world fed something else, from the tallest tree to the smallest bug. Life was a great cycle. Life gives itself to others to preserve life. She found no greater love of life than this." Pike pauses to take a short sip of his dreamberry wine and continues, "Back with the High Ones, the one called Haken argued with the others. He wanted to go back to the Palace. He wanted to go back to how things were before the Humans. Harek shuttered at the thought of having to kill and consume to survive. When the others suggested that there were more truths then just the truth that Harek believed he flew into a rage and stormed out of the cave and back towards the Palace. By the time he got to the Palace, night had fallen and the humans were asleep by a campfire in front of the Palace. Haken sneaked past them and into the Palace. He was grief-stricken at what he say, the broken bodies of the High Ones that had not escaped littered the floor of the Palace, their blood still pooling on the glittering floor. He vowed to the spiritless bodies of the High Ones that they do not die, they build new vessals to hold their spirts. They do not die. They live foreverForever!" Pike swallows a little as he sends the images of the beautiful bodies lying in all to familiar crimson pools and he shouted the last forever to add emphasis before he pauses for a moment. Taking a breath he continues the story. "While Timmain was learning the lessons of this world, Haken was learning different lessons. Lessons about fear and anger. Using his magic that was restored by being in the Palace, he turned the bodies of his brethren into armor and weapons to use against the humans. He shaped his own body, distorting it so that he may look more fearsome to the humans. Haken would play by the human's rules and he would beat them. While Haken was readying himself for his assault against the humans Timmain had returned to the High Ones with food, fresh raw meat." Pike's eyes twinkle, "Even then the Wolf Mother knew that raw meat was the best meat. While the other High Ones ate they decided to return to the Palace before the world changed them and they changed the world. They feared their presence would hard the world more then anything the humans could do. After they ate they did return to the Palace and found the humans beating on the doors with their clubs of bone and wood. As the High Ones got ready to make a break for the Palace the doors swung open and out Haken came. Hideously deformed he roared at the humans and flung spears of bone at them, intent on killing them and driving them away from the Palace. With a great ax of bone he chopped down the humans like they were old rotten logs. The other High Ones called out to Haken to stop, but he ignored them until out of no where a great wolf leapt at him. It was Timmain in wolf form, she had to stop Haken before he could continue the slaughter. She had learned the dance of I pushyou pull. Haken learned the dance of I pushyou bend."

You locksend to Leetah, Savith takes a moment to compose himself, not seeming much affected by the single berry he ate. **I have need to say two things to you, Healer. First is a thank you, for the aid you've given us.** A pause. This is part is just a bit harder for the stoic Chosen. **And the other is an apology.**

Continuing to send now and again with her mate, Piper pops a dreamberry in her mouth every now and again as the story continues. Though, as it takes a turn for something different, something new to her, she sits up, watching Pike curiously, if a little bleary eyed.

Leetah locksends ** @emit Slight shock is evident in her mind, then careful control. **And what do you think you owe me an apology about?** She isn't going to make this easy on him...Glider or no...he hurt her feelings too badly. **

Evergreen yawns softly to himself... he stands politely and heads back to his den, he is exhasuted

Oooo... this is trange. Redstar leans back against Darkedge while she listens to the story. As strage as it seems to her. Two little berries mixing in her tummy make for one mellow cub. for a bit, her eyes stray from Pike to look upon those of the tribe she's come to know, and some adore, then return to Pike once more as the story becomes more interesting.

Melisanda looks over, her eyes following Cutter as the chief approaches them, perhaps a little wary. As the wolfrider chief offers the dreamberries, she nods, and sends quietly, as to not disturb the story teller. ** I arrived earlier in the day, I'm afraid I haven't been properly introduced to you, Cutter. I am Melisanda of the Great House Goumando. I am here to aid Tamaris. ** As she sends, she inspects the basket, takes a few of the berries and puts one into her mouth. She pauses for a moment, and then nods. ** My thanks. ** As she listens to the story, she seems to agree with it, and when Haken's name come up she actually smiles.

You locksend ** I likened you to My Lord,** Savith replies smoothly, having had a few days to mull over this, and a goo dpoke from Larias. **I would not apologize if I did not feel the need. For all that you have done, it was no way to speak to you, espeically about that. So, accepted or not, the apology stands. ** to Leetah.

Tamaris watches Cutter with the basket of the berries. He leans forward, eyeing the basket of dreamberries. He takes one, curiously, eyeing it. Seeing nothing obviously wrong with it, he takes a couple more and nods his thanks to Cutter. He watches Melisanda as she takes some of the berries, and waits for her nod before taking one himself. As Pike continues on, he listens with interest. It's certainly a different perspective than the tales he was told.

Reed moonsilver eyes do not miss the movement of the masculine chieftan. She is curious to see if Tamaris will accept. She could care less what Melisanda does...to a point. For just a moment she closes her eyes and shakes her head at the mention of humans and destruction. She can't recall if she's ever seen one face to face and probably not. She'd remember that. Oh very good he's enjoying the berries. Her attentions wander over some of the antics of Krim and Skot. She rolls her eyes.

Nightfall has heard the story too, but the novelty of having Pike tell it has Nightfall interested again. She snuggles tighter against Redlance, though one hand rests lightly on Cutter's arm. She smiles at Leetah, another important part of her chosen family. Close family, family she would always treasure and protect. But the story still holds most of her attention. Timmain was the most interesting figure in the tribe's history, and the most important, of course.

Strongbow's features darken at the mention of humans, Moonshade leaning into his chest. Other than that, he's silent.

Cutter offers a welcoming smile to Melisanda and sends very quietly to her, **There is time for proper introduction later. For now, please, enjoy the howl. It's not something we can hold very often.** That sent, he turns and moves back over to rejoin Leetah, slipping his arm back around her shoulders as he leans close and listens to the story.

Aid Tamaris? Darkedge pointedly AVOIDS looking back at Melisanda and the other, as if ignoring them will make them go away. That and he's good at playing drunk, and so let's a fog seem to drift over his eyes as he watches Pike, craddling his precious little cub to him, before he nice and openly, making sure the underworlders and wolfriders alike see the motion, gives Piper a soft squeeze and a nuzzle on the ear. See what you uniterrupted Tamaris! razz Bad bad elf. The name Haken gets some attention, a brow flicking up, and some private sends again shared with Piper.

As talk turns to that of the Palace, Larias's expression sours, or maybe she just happened to bite into a bad berry - she is now eating her second after all. She turns her eyes away from the storyteller, frowning to herself, only half heartedly continuing to listen.

You locksend to Larias, Savith's mind seems distracted, but a portion of it notices the soured expression and leans against yours in offer of some strength.

Leetah shares a smile with Nightfall, then settles back against Cutter, still avidly listening to the Storyteller. Though from time to time, she does pass her gaze around those gathered, always alert to someone having taken in too many dreamberries at once. Though, she usually won't aid anyone who overindulges without reason. She feels that if they are going to abuse the treat, they deserve the pleasure of the pain the next day.

Leetah locksends ** I thank you. Your apology is accepted. I only ask that you always remember this....no one is like your "Lord." No one...least of all me. Everything she stands for, I am against. Everything she does to others, I usually have to end up fixing...so think much more carefully before pairing me up with that Black Snake again. **

Savith turns his gaze from Pike to check his son. The names and events really aren't much consequence to him, but as he notes Larias's reaction to his, his brows furrow ever so slightly, and a touch of a send flickers to her just before his eyes flick toward Leetah. Whether or not he catches her gaze, he nods faintly, then turns back to Rosendo. Out like a light.

You sense in a locksend, Larias brushes the offer aside, mulling, no, stewing over ancient stories and memories. Oh boy - someones cranky and having dreamberries, look out world. But, for now, she is at least keeping quiet and to herself, unwilling to disrupt the Howl by departing - that would of course be rude.

You locksend to Larias, Savith hmms softly, but withdraws. Don't want his help? Fine.

Llune sighs contentedly, trying to continue to listen to the story, but somehow... She's just *so* tired... She looks at the dream berry between her fingers and watches as it becomes 2 or 3, then syncs back into one... How... Odd... But, with a shrug, and a near miss, she pops the final berry into her mouth, leaning back on her elbows once this is done and sighing again, her eyes droooooooop and she blinks, keeping her eyes closed for a good deal longer than usual... And not on purpose... The story continues, and Llune picks up bits and pieces of it, but somehow is too distracted by the odd humming in her skull to really put all the pieces together... Only when the story teller sends does she understand what's going on with the story, the berries helping her to completely bond with the sends... She remains quiet, though, save for the occassionaly happy sigh, and blearily watches the goings on, the fuzzy moving shapes *must* be the other elves, right? *sigh*

Pike takes another long sip of the wine and swallows thinking a moment before he continues, "Timmain tried to get Haken to stop, but Haken wouldn't. He was just as savage as the humans were, killing without restraint or conscience. Haken claimed that the humans were beneath the High Ones and that if he didn't kill them that they would destroy all that the High Ones were. Timmain countered as she leapt towards Haken to physically stop him. Would the humans or would Haken destroy what the High Ones are? Haken could not stand up to Timmain fighting hand to hand. He called out for another High One to help him, but Timmain sent for the other to stay back, that Haken had to be driven out of the Palace. Haken reaching for a bone spear pushed Timmain to the ground, while she sent to the others to watch wellis this what they will become? The other High Ones were confused and did nothing, but the wolves leapt to her aid, for Timmain was part of the pack, part of the wolves family and they always, always defended their own. The humans ran fearing the wolves as they attacked Harken. The High Ones were confused. Timmain seemed to be one of the wolves, they were revolted at the idea and ask Timmain why she would be one of them. Timmain didn't answer their questions as she held them back from the wolves so the High Ones would not get hurt as the wolves took down their prey. Haken cried out for help, but his pleas went unanswered as the other High Ones left Haken to his fate, they weren't sure about Timmain's way, but they knew they could not follow Haken's way. Haken managed to summon up enough magic to break free of the wolves. The wolves only killed when they had to and once the other High Ones were safely away Timmain asked the wolves to not kill Haken. Haken killed because he wanted to and that desire to shed blood made him very ill. The wolves forgot the attack almost as soon as it was over and they left whole and content. That evening the High Ones made Timmain their chief and asked her to help them make the world their home until they returned to the Palace. The first lesson Timmain taught them was about song. The song of the wolf." Pike cups his mouth and lets out a howl. He lets it die and continues on with the story, "The High Ones had a little trouble at first, but most got it, and those that couldn't kept the beat used stikes striking against stones to keep the beat until they all beat with one heard. They howled for all they had lost, for this was the first howl and when Timmain felt the moment was right she pooled all of their magic to create a fire. It sapped all of her strength and she had to sleep for three days and nights, but her last command was to keep the first going, and they did." He stops again to wet his throat with some more dreamberry juice before he continues with the conclusion to the story. Pike is sending as he talks, as he has been doing throughout the story, so that the images accompany his words.

You sense in a locksend, Larias frowns a bit as you withdrawl, silly berries,making her think, making her remember, ** I.. ** Mentally she sighs, ** You were right, I shouldn't have eaten any. ** Dman, when is she going to learn to listen to him?

Piper snuggles up against her mate, a hand loosely moving to drape over Red's shoulder, family good, family safe, she smiles to herself, hazel eyes closing as she listens to the story and sees the images provided by Pike. Ahh, yes, the pack defends its own. A fuzzy send ripples from her to Darkedge, silly elves, chatting and trying to listen to the story.

You locksend to Larias, Savith grins mentally, and leans to your mind again. You'll learn when your head explodes. razz

The gentle touch of Piper's hand to her shoulder has Redstar's eyes fluttering. Like any child her age, she fights to keep her eyes open while she's intent on the story. as the dreamberries work on her, she pretty much drapes herself across Darkedge's arm, him being the only way she's able to sit up for the moment.  

[ChosenSavith]

...the above continues...

Melisanda listens as Pike continues her tale, her expression getting darker and darker. She looks at Tamaris, the two Underworlders have a long send conversation it would seem. She has consumed all four of the dreamberries she took from Cutter, but doesn't appear significantly affected by them.

Tamaris listens as Pike recounts the tale of Hakin, and them seems to ignore the tale after Haken leaves it. He turns to look at Melisanda, sends shooting between the two. His own dreamberries go untouched, setting them into a pouch as he sends with Melisanda, his own expression having lost any bit of enjoyment from the story it may have once had.

You sense in a locksend, Larias very nearly chuckles darkly into the send, ** If my head hurts, yours will too. **

You locksend ** Yes, I'm well aware of the fact. ** to Larias.

You sense in a locksend, Larias sighs, so quick to change moods, trying to stave off the effects of the berries, trying to be good, really, ** Leetah said she could remove the effects from my milk for Rosendo, perhaps I will have her remove them entirely. If she is willing. **

Reed feels calm and watches different elves here and there. She's seen all the kinds there are so none of them surprise her really. It's she that ends up surprising most. Ahhhh well blame it all on the HighOnes. Yep...

Strongbow has been feeling hints of private sends. It's rude, really. You're suppose to LISTEN to a story, not talk amoungst yourselves. He shifts, Moonshade giving him a smile and another dreamberry. Hmph.

You locksend ** That would be good. No point in HIM having a hangover. ** to Larias.

Nightfall's own thoughts have gone only a bit fuzzy, but the sent images and story are still clear--maybe too clear? as the story takes almost physical shape in her blood's memory. Memories from the tribe and all her ancestors. Even the Now remembers sometimes.

You sense in a locksend, Larias almost exasperated, but not quite, ** Yes I know.. thats why I bothered to ask her before I even ate the first one if it would bother him. ** After all, Leetah = Healer, and Healers (who aren't Winny, know everything, right?

Cutter is feeling rather comfortable just now, what with his lifemate at his side and his tribe.. nay.. his family surrounding him. He pops another dreamberry into his mouth and lets the flavor roll over his tongue as he listens intently to the rest of the story.

You locksend to Larias, Savith chuckles faintly at the exaperation, **Calm, Larias. That's the dreamberries talking. I've done nothing but agree with you.**

Darkedge tenses, his eyes narrowing faintly. Uh-oh. Something's going on. But a send from Piper, and he grins faintly, then, with a sideways glance toward the direction of the underworlders, he chuckles in his throat, a nice audbile sound. Yep, part of the pack. Good thing to know, just now.

Larias turns back to look at her son and her Recognized, carefully paying only a little attention now to the story, regretting having eaten the two berries that she did. Facing forward once more, she leans down to tap Llune on her shoulder, handing the other glider the last dreamberry she has. May as well have one of the three happily dreamberry drunk, no?

Leetah sighs softly, closing her eyes as she senses the tale coming to an end. She is so content that for one brief moment, she rests. Allowing herself to drift in the tale and the moment. For once, the images that attack her undefended mind are kept at bay as instead she dreams of the story unfolding in the air about them. It's a blessed, brief moment.

Savith glances at Larias, holding the child easily, keeping him warm. He watches the elfess offer his poor inebrieated mother one last dreamberry. Well, atleast neither one of THEM will have the headache in the morning.

Llune responds to Larias tap by swiveling her head unsteadily on her neck to look at her, then, crossing her eyes to focus on the dream berry, reaches for it... and misses... Reaches again... and misses... Reaches a final time and ah ha! There's that wiggly little berry! She smiles at Larias - or at least she thinks she does - it's more like a widening of the dopey grin already on her face - For that matter, she's not entirely sure it was Larias anymore... But what the heck, it's one of those yummy berries that give you good dreams... She drops it into her mouth, misses, and plucks it off of her dress, to finally, *slowly* place the berry in her mouth on her tongue... Making an effort to *close* her mouth, and keep the berry in it, Llune slowly puts pressure on the thing and sips of the juices, relishing the vibrant taste, before swallowing the mush. No longer able to support her weight, she slides backward on the grass and lays flat on her back, gazing at the sky and the many many swirling stars, grinning and watching the sends of the story with her eyes closed.

Pike finishes his drink and starts the end of the tale, "Haken stayed in the palace while Timmain slept to recover from his wounds, his physical wounds at least. He was outraged that Timmain betray him and had interfered when he tried to save, at least in his mind, the others. He saw in Timmain what he could not see in himself. He thought Timmain wanted power, control over the group, to set herself up as Lord. Haken wasn't going to let her get away with that. Not when he could save them. He enlisted the aid of the humans, who now revered him as a god. His first command was in fire, he made an image out of fire, of a wolf with a spear though it. The High Ones learned from watching the humans, they learned what plants they could and couldn't eat. While the other's foraged, it was Timmain that did all the hunting. She did so in wolf for because in it, it was made killing for survival easier, more graceful. Many a human trap did Timmain escape, but guile or luck or a mixture of the two. She always gathered enough meat to sustain the High Ones." Pike shoots a look over to Redlance and smiles, "The High Ones wanted to shape their shelters in the trees as they would be safer, but unfortunately living up high." He points his finger up, "Mean you can fall down." Pike lowers his finger. "It was this that drove the High Ones back to the Palace for the second and the last time. Their treeshaper had broken her legs and the High One's healer was not strong enough to mend them. Timmain was weary about returning, but she conceded to the will of the tribe." He smiles over at Cutter, "A good chief knows when to go with the will of the tribe and when to go against itfor their own good, of course." Pike winks a playful wink at Cutter before he continues on with his story, "So the High Ones prepared the best they could to retake the Palace, but the humans had been fortified by Haken. Haken had made a line in the sand and although it broke their hearts, the High Ones had to cross it for the sake of healing one of their own. They fought the humans back, with the help of their wolves until they came to Haken. His mind was twisted and he used black sending against the High Ones. They cried out for him stop, but her wouldn't. Only Timmain in wolf form was unaffected and she made her way up to Haken. She tried to turn him from the path he started down. She tried to turn him on to the path of love, but Haken claimed the path of love was one of weakness. He was wrong. In love we find out greatest of strengths, and with that strength Timmain ripped off the arm of Haken with her mouth, in half elf, half wolf form. She demanded the he leave now or die and Haken ran for his life. Timmain was shattered by what she had done and the rest of the High Ones were unconscious from the black sending. Only the love bond that Timmain forged with the wolves saved the High Ones from the Humans in the Palace. The High Ones first whitecold was a tough one, but they survived, thanks to Timmain. And as the white colds got longer Timmain hunted more and more for the High Ones, until she could not come back any more. In the middle of one white cold many turns of seasons after they had left the Palace for the last time Timmain reappeared with her son and she left her son with them. That night the High Ones howled like we do tonight. Then they howled for all they had gained and tonight we howl for Timmain, teacher, mother, wolf, elf, High One."

Piper sits up, grinning brightly as she returns the nuzzle of her mate, its not often he shows affection outside the den, and by golly with a few dreamberries in her, she'll make the most of it. Her attention though, isn't completely on darkedge, there is a wonderful story being told afterall. And the nuzzles leave off after a moment, as she becomes more enraptured - tearing off an arm, eeww! But all ends well, so mayeb its not so bad.

Redstar shivers when the story turns more violent in nature, but, even she, in her drunken state, is quite taken by it. Already, she likes this timmain person, though she's only a character in the story to her.

Melisanda turns to the listen to the rest of Pike's story, Haken's name getting her attention once more, her eyes going wider and wider. She wears a mask of disbelief, and as the story ends, she just slowly shakes her head, lowering it, a dark smile slowly creeping across her features.

Tamaris lets out a soft 'heh' as the story ends, and he looks to Melisanda. He arches a brow, shrugging his shoulders as he replies to the sends. He watches Melisanda, and as she smiles, he looks more concerned. He looks around the crowd, trying to figure out what his Lady is up to.

Reed makes a quick check on the few that concern her. Yes she sees, scents and senses tension. Hopefully nothing will come of it. She remains standing as she looks to Cutter as if expecting him to say something now that the story is done.

Strongbow frowns softly at something, a glance at Darkedge. A glance at Melisanda. Sigh. Troublesome underworlders. Shut up already. A scowl. A send to Cutter.

Nightfall doesn't worry about some of the gathered partaking of too many berries. Quite frankly, she knows that a few of them will use Pike's "tried and true" remedy for dreamberry morning aches--more dreamberries! She only ever takes enough to keep herself warm and fuzzy, no more than that. The first few usually do the trick and anymore fuzziness can be had from her mate's cheek and chin fur. Redlance has had more than a few dreamberries and snuggles affectionately against Nightfall.

Cutter knows that Leetah has finally relaxed with the help of the dreamberries and she seems to be resting so, he waits for Pike to move out of the center of the clearing before he speaks from where he's holding his lifemate against him, **There are so many of us from different places gathered here that I wanted to share with you, the first story. Timmain's tale as it has been passed down through the tribe.** He looks around at all gathered, noticing the tension on the far side of the clearing, **It was not meant to bring tension among us, only share tribal memory with you.** Tribal memory? What's he talking about?

Melisanda looks up, across the crowd, her eyes finding Darkedge, a wicked smile on her face as she sends. Oh she wants to see his reaction, she has been waiting for this!@

Darkedge turns to glare at Melisanda. It seems toward the end of the story, the two have been trading insults of some sort. His eyes are cold, like the heart of a cold cold glacier as he settles them on Melisanda. You want a reaction. Here's a reaction: Cold gaze, suddenly turns into soul-ripping shock. If an underworlder could grow paler, this one does, and he seems to stop breathing, eyes transfixes on Melisanda's. (locksend incoming.)

Larias smirks mostly to herself, 'tribal memory indeed'. The story over, she turns round to look upon Savith and Rosendo, ahh, that brings a smile to her face, the little hatchling, snug and soundly asleep in his fathers arms. Why can't everything else be so wonderful?

Melisanda blinks in surprise, climbing to her feet, unsteadily. Her eyes go wide, her expression loses that previously cocky grin she had, her expression quickly turning to terror. "No..." she whispers, carrying the timbre of horror.

Reed can tell the sendings are heated and as Darkedges shocked face becomes clear the level of mental agressio she gives up hope of any more relaxing going. Clearing glad to not have inbibed on the berries. She grips her bow begins heading back around the outside of the group towards Tamaris. She has vow she must keep.

Piper frowns up at Darkedge as he turns to look at Melisanda, she has after all been trying to keep her mate calm since the jibes began. Oh but for a clear head, how many berries did she eat again? And then, her own face falls into confusion, she wraps her arms more tightly about Darkedge, sending to him.

Tamaris looks over at Melisanda as she stands, his expression becoming more and more worried. He nods to something and then closes his eyes, a STRONG send burst coming from him, to some one far away.

Leetah amazingly sleeps through all this.

Redstar huhs? softly as she flutters her eyes open again and looks up at Darkedge. What has him tense this time? Now that the story is over, she can move her attention to something else. Maybe climbing out of his lap to sit on the ground. Its soft. She thinks.

Llune rolls onto her side, then, with the will of a titan, pushes herself into a weird, sidway sitting position, and, listening to Cutter's send, murmurs to all **mmm, yes, love *is* a great power** she grin, then slides back down to lay on the grass, oblivious to anything that's going on... Wow... The grass is sure soft now, isn't it... And Llune is *so* tired... With no vivid sent story, there's very little keeping her awake and she begins drifting... drifting... drifting off to sleep... **good night, brothers and sisters... Good night, dream well...** and her eyes droop shut one last time before soft snores can be heard.

Pike nods to Cutter as he moves out of the limelight and sits with Skot and Krim. He gets a punch on the shoulder and a good job from Skot as Krim gives him the last of the dreamberry wine. Pike smiles as he leans into his lifemates and enjoys the rest of the howl.

Cutter continues on, "Though Rosendo is not one of our own, it is with gladness that we welcome this new life into our midst. It is for him, as well that the story was shared with all of you.** He starts to send more but, is cut off by the sudden outburst on the opposite side of the clearing. He looks back and forth between Darkedge and Melisanda with both brows lifting in curiosity as they both suddenly look as if they've been kicked in the gut. His gaze slides over to Nightfall while he shares a private send and smile with her since Leetah seems to be sleeping so peacefully.

Darkedge shudders physically as Melisanda stands, his eyes unable to pull away, no matter how hard he fights. As Redstar moves to climb from his lap, Darkedge's arms are slack, too much going on in his mind to give orders to his body. Piper's tightened grip, and his eyes harden like knives, "... you good for nothing, troll mating, backstabbing little slave!" Oh, that wasn't nice. Nope, not at all. Those eyes, like daggers, aimed at Melisanda. "You had this planned, didn't you? What, did your Lord put you up to this? Promised you a House of your own?" As his temper rises, so does the volume of his voice, clear and deep from moons of practice.

Savith chuckles softly at Llune, and sighs, ready to figure out hos to get her back to the camp. There's a look to Cutter, semi startled. Rosendo... welcomed here? But as Darkedge's angry tones echo on the air breeze, Rosendo starts to fuss. Oh, birddroppings! He was sound asleep too! Savith's face darkens, threatening to sneer at the underworlders.

Larias glances at Cutter as her son's name is spoken, one brow lifting, so ready to ask, but then, the underworlder dressed as a wolfrider speaks up. She frowns, lifting into the air, she's only had the two dreamberries, in front of her son and Recognized, eyes flickering back and forth from Cutter, to the two standing off.

At the raising of voice, Llune half-wakes, and rolls over, somehow managing to lift her head enough to look around at the fuzzy shapes of elves and croak out a drunken howl owhoooo!

Oh, that does it. Strongbow, already annoyed at the underworlders, stands and growls dangersously.

As Reed reaches Tamaris she senses emotions and knows there is only one he'd be concentrating such power on so suddenly. She swallows as she looks at Melisanda and then to Derkedge. The she-wolf has seen it all before....yet never experienced it herself. **DUNG!** she sends openly expressing her own shock and even some anger. Oh HighOnes You are cruel.

Melisanda glares at Darkedge, her own voice heard for perhaps the first time, sharp and clear across the hill. "I had NOTHING to do with this... this... abomination you ungrateful worthless traitorous childling!" Her eyes can't seem to break free of Darkedge's either, and her expression is filled with the hatred that fills her mind. "Do you HONESTLY THINK I would CHOOSE this with YOU? You're so insignificant it would be a waste of time!"

Nightfall snorts at a send, and grins at her own reply to it. Her own mate might as well be asleep, as far gone into dreamberry fuzz as he is. He'll be less comatose later, but that later will be in the furs. For now, Nightfall shakes her head at Cutter.

Touching on something as she sends to Darkedge, Piper abruptly releases her hold on him. Her eyes wide with a shock all their own, but obviously not for the same reason. Blinking rapidly, she tries to clear the fuzzyness from her vision, oh if only she'd had a few less berries.

Leetah groans softly in her sleep, the sudden discord about the previously pleasant scene disrupts the newfound peace she had just found. Almost immediately the images begins to pour back in. Unfortunately for everyone gathered, Leetah is still lost in the open mindsends of earlier, linked through the dreamberries. It's also unfortunate that Leetah is a powerful healer, able to send with great amounts of skill. For the images that start to flood every mind present are unbelievable. Things being disembowled...elves being disembowled, flayed alive, skin ripped from their bodies. Her tribe slaughtered like cattle, Cutter's face pale and with dead bugs crawling out of his sockets. Her own cubs, in pieces. The castle in pieces...the spirits roaming the world, lost. Images horrific beyond belief. Leetah begins to scream, still trapped in her sleep...having let her defenses down for the first time in months...only to receive this.

"Insignificant," Darkedge repeats, eyes flashing, as he about STALKS toward Melisanda. Umm... is that a dagger his hand is going for? "Traitorous!? Look to yourself, deciever! OF course you planned this, from that very same moment of 'kindness' in your room. I'll end this now, before it even begins. I'd rahter sit out in sun bare as a bagfrog than let you touch me."

A wail from the glider child rends the air as the tempers flare, and Savith hastened to try to calm the boy, floating up to get away from the noise.

You locksend ** Stupid underworlders. I thought our Recognition was difficult. ** to Larias.

Strongbow growls darkly, sending harshly to Cutter privately.

Nightfall shakes her head. ** Would you two sit down! Look, you should talk to our Leetah and Dewshine about difficult Recognitions, if you think you have it hard. Maybe then you'll see it's best to just get it over with and get on. ** Lifefire sits up a little and chuckles as he whispers to Krim and Skot what he thinks happened. They all laugh and Pike comments, "Like sitting on a thornbush, gulping overripe dreamberries with a sand flea up your nose." They all start laughing again. Pike sits up a little and chuckles as he whispers to Krim and Skot what he thinks happened. They all laugh and Pike comments, "Like sitting on a thornbush, gulping overripe dreamberries with a sand flea up your nose." They all start laughing again.

Redstar plops down on the ground, and would curl up to sleep if things didn't start erupting around her. No, its too noisy and too much going on for that now. As Darkedge stalks towards the other, she scoots over towards Piper, seeking some comfort from her and mumbles, "Moma?"

Even Skywise snickers at Pike's joke, though he feels for these two.

Melisanda motions Darkedge forward. "Just try it childling!" Her other hand slips into a hidden pocket. "I would relish ending this right here! Right NOW! Anything would be better compared to being soiled by the likes of you! The mere thought REPULSES me!"

Reed 's hand's tense ready to draw on anyone who even 'looks' like they intend to attack. Reed looks to Melisanda, listening...and thinking..ooOOO(Well not so insignificant to the HighOnes). She swallows back some personal feelings about this twisted situation and focus on her duty. Taking deadly aim she sends to Tamaris. Eyes on Darkedge.

Piper's not laughing, particularly as Leetah's send floods her mind. Her eyes shut tight, trying to keep such images from her head, but she can't. As she hears Red call her, she slides down to the grass beside the cub, cradling her in her arms.

Tamaris quickly stands up, whispering quickly. His words do not carry to others, his lips at Melisanda, moving quickly as his words fire off in rapid succession.

You sense in a locksend, Larias sighs, ** It seems so.. This could end badly. ** Oh how badly she already knows, Melisanda of course had given her pointers on how to deal with Recognition.

The images finally get through the dreambery soaked minds and Pike ouchs, "Hey quite that!" He looks around for the offending party as doesn't Krim and Skot, appearently the images got through their brain as well.

Darkedge growls. OOoh... Wolfriders be proud! Must have been something Piper taught him how to do. The dagger he draws is not the delicately crafted brightmetal blade he used to carry, but a thin bronze Sun Village blade, unmarked but very sharp. "As it does me, filth," Darkedge practically spits, still stalking toward Melisanda, blade at the ready. "I'll see you sent back to your brother in tiny pieces." Yup, he's not thinking clearly.

Reed nods and sends openly at Darkedge. **Not another step Darkedge! Don't test me!**

Llune starts awake, disturbed by the horrific sends, but not too, as she was getting pretty deep in a pretty dreamless sleep. Hearing Rosendo's cries wakes her more fully - though under the influence of the berries, there's *no* full consciousness - and she manages to somehow sit up, jaw dropping and tears forming in her eyes at the awful images pouring forth from Leetah, and the hostility between the other two elves... Llune tries to struggle to her feet to protect the babe, but manages only to fall forward, almost onto her face... Struggling into a squatting position - the most stable one at the moment - Her head snaps around - more like rolls back and forth, but to her, it's snapping - and she calls out in a panicked send **Stop stop stop stop stop!** and presses her hands over her eyes. **Whatever happened to love!** The tears well up, unbidden (but what else was she going to do, really) and she drops her forhead to her knees and sobs, send-murmuring **Stop, stop, stop... Love love love... PLEASE**

Cutter starts as Leetah's mind spills over with images. He quickly draws her close and sends privately to her, letting Nightfall take care of the Underworlders for the time being. It's enough that she willingly shared the dream images with him but, to inadvertantly share them with the entire tribe and its visitors, though most seem not to notice right now. He then looks over at the Underworlders and with a quick send to Redlance and Skywise, he leaves Leetah in their care while he jumps to his feet and darts across the clearing with a menacing growl tearing forth from his throat. **This stops NOW!** he sends as he steps between the two Underworlders. The wolves rise as well and move to ring them, growling a warning as fangs are shown in a menacing display, **/You/ were allowed here in peace and you draw a weapon here in the middle of a peaceful gathering?!?** he sends to Melisanda as he turns his fierce cerulean gaze upon her, **Your Lord should be ashamed sending emissaries with such poor manners.** Well, hasn't the wolfchief learned a thing or two? He then turns to Darkedge and the send to him is locked.

Nightfall stands, her own dagger drawn but not pointed at anyone yet. "SIT! DOWN!" Her voice raised, Nightfall is... formidable. "You will work this thing out, because you cannot help it. But for now, you are guests! So sit yourselves down, shut yourselves up, and behave, or you'll find yourself at the mercy of some upset and drunk wolfriders."

Larias flicks a glance over to Savith, sending quickly to him before of all things, gliding wiftly towards the sleeping sending Leetah. Good thing the old bird has a strong will and mind of her own, willingly approaching, and perhaps foolishly approaching, after all, she -is- a glider, and this -is- Leetah. You sense in a locksend, Larias's mind reels at something, then steadies itself, a hushed ** Oh High Ones... ** and her mind is drawn towards Leetah's nightmarishly cruel images.

Tamaris winces a bit at Leetah dreams, but has to push them aside. ** She has not yet drawn, Chief, whereas the one under your protection is approaching her with blade bare! Stop /him/. **

Redstar clings tight to Piper while she curls up in her arms. There's the security she needs with all the strange mind images and the shouting going on. She has no idea what to make of all of this.

Leetah begins to sob, Cutter's send having finally broken through the nightmare images. She buries her face in Skywise's chest, terrified and mortified beyond belief that she just shared all those images with the entire gathering. She is much to shielded...much to private to have ever let this happen willingly. She knew better than to relax...she knows. Leetah stifles her cries, trying to not bring any more attention to her and thankful that apparently something else equally nasty is distracting most those present.

Melisanda is breathing quickly, her blood pumping. Her hand remains in the pocket, whether to draw a knife or something else isn't clear. She continues to watch Darkedge approaching, the smile returning. "Yes, an out... An out... Anything to avoid this!"

Strongbow watches, eyes narrowed, a growl in his throat. Stupid cub. Just accept and be done with it.

Leetah doesn't notice Larias in her terror and buried face. (add on)

Piper breathes a sigh of relief as the images stop coming, but oh High ones, what is Darkedge getting himself into now. She pulls Redstar more tightly to her, eyes closing, sending to her brash mate.

You locksend to Larias, Savith forces his mind not to be, tring tocalm Rosendo.

Lifefire rubs his head as the images stops, "Ohhh High Ones...did I just have a bad dreamberry vision?" Kirm and Skot are rubbing their heads too.

Pike rubs his head as the images stops, "Ohhh High Ones...did I just have a bad dreamberry vision?" Kirm and Skot are rubbing their heads too.

All this sobbing and shouting and sending it making Llune's highly intoxicated world spin FAR too fast... Her stomach begins to churn, and she leans to the side - away from the fuzzy elf shapes - and vomits like a champ **Ewwwwwwwwww!**

Savith contines trting to calm his son, sending to cover the shouts. His wail fills the night air, and he starts drifting toward his camp.

Pike spots Llune throwing up and he goes over to help her, figuring she ate too much. He stands up wobbly and makes his way over to her to gently rub her back, "It'll be. Need me to hold your hair back?"

Cutter glances to Tamaris and Reed, "Sit down," He commands the two of them and to any others coming toward the ring of wolves surrounding himself and the two newly Recognized elves, **Everyone else sit down as well.** His tone is low now: low and menacing like a snarling wolf's growl rumbling through the mind.

Llune nods, spitting repeatedly to get the nasty bile taste out of her mouth, "Please..." She's still kind of crying, but very relieved that the scary sends stopped, and the shouting has quieted down. Now, if the world would just stop spinning SO fast... *blarrrrrgh!* Okay, maybe that's tha-- *Bleeeergh* Nevermind...

Lifefire holds back Llune's hair as she continues to throat up. He rubs her back with one hand and sends to her private so that he doesn't get in trouble with Cutter.

Pike holds back Llune's hair as she continues to throat up. He rubs her back with one hand and sends to her private so that he doesn't get in trouble with Cutter.

Tamaris looks over at Cutter, ** Chief, with all respect, I cannot, not until I know my Lady is safe! My present instructions are from a much higher authority. **

Darkedge is stopped by Cutter's send, though his glare, those hate-filled eyes remain on Melisanda. The blade in his hand is trembling from the sheer amount of emotions coursing through him. His eyes are wild. There's a faint quiver through him, at Cutter's send, as if he almost does indeed move to sit, but he stays on his feet a moment, longer. With a sneer for Melisanda, he finally seems to heed the Chief, and drops to a knee, but still ready to leap at Melisanda. His breathing is sharp, quick, through his nose.

Llune nods at Pike's helpful send and pukes a few more times, in a wobbly graceful way that only Llune could.

Pike continues to to gently rub Llune's back although he glances over to see what's going on.

At the order to sit, Larias alights on the ground next to the stricken healer, Skywise and Redlance. Concern rides deeply within the pale blue eyes that look on the crying form of Leetah. Cursing the skirts she now wears, she manuevers to kneel in the grass, a hand moving forward to touch the healer on the shoulder, that is, if the caretakers allow, ** May I help? **

You locksend to Lifefire, Savith sends, a touch of worry to Pike, **Care for Llune, if you would. I must see to Rosendo.**

Melisanda watches Darkedge carefully, her entire body shaking, breath drawn through clenched teeth. As he drops to one knee, Tamaris lightly pushes on her shoulder, more whispered words, and she drops to a crouch - the best it seems she'll do for now.

Cutter turns on Tamaris and snarls at him, **Strongbow, if he doesn't sit down, shoot him. In this holt, there is no higher authority, now, SIT.** He growls at Tamaris. **Your.. Lady.. is pefectly safe as he will have to go through /me/ to get to /her/. Now sit down or else.**  

[ChosenSavith]

The next morning...


Logfile from TwoMoons - Savith.

East Bank of the Silver Run River
The lands of the Abode surround you.
At the rivers edge, a pool has formed, sheltered by huge rocks on the west side, allowing the water there to collect and empty out somewhat at odd intervals. Here it seems a good place for the washing out of leathers, bathing of bodies and general relaxing, though the waters you find are chilled. There is smooth white sand, surprisingly, under your feet and you find yourself smiling at this pleasant place. There are a few trees scattered over the beach, providing shade as well patches of cleared ground. The bank here begins tapering off into thick woods, limbs covered with gaily colored leaves as the holt prepares for the season of DeathSleep. Dead and dying shrubs and undergrowth encroaches all around as the bank blends with and eventually becomes the forest. Tiny bugs zip around at ankle height, and occasionally a fish leaps out to snatch at one of them. It is a cool autumn evening. You hear hushed noises as the holt slowly comes to life as elves and wolves awaken from their daytime slumber.

Morning after. Well, not literally. It is later afternoon, a few hours before dusk. Savith has given the baby to Larias, who returned tired from the Hill. Llune sleeps away the druken stupor under the shaped shelter at hte roots of a tree. The Chosen, haven found himself, again, unable to sleep, soaks by the edge of the pool, his uniform in a pile at the shore near him. Hair loose, it drifts in the water, spilling over his shoulders in tight brown curls.

Raven wanders down toward the pool intending to have a quiet swim once again before the water gets entirely too cold for bathing. She pauses upon seeing that there are others at the pool but, knowing that this is where all of the LostHolt elves bathe, she doesn't hesitate for long before stepping out of the trees and making her way to the water's edge. She quickly disrobes and dives into the water, submerging her entire body in one move, hardly disturbing the surface at all.

Savith blinks as the silence is suddenly disrupted by Raven's splash into the pool. A brow goes up, and he greets, sending softly to keep from disturbing the others in camp, **Greetings.**

At the splashing of water, Llune stirs in her sleep, then sits up, startled, wondering how the heck she got back to the shelter after the howl... She vaguely remembers... *some* of the eveining... Looking about, she realizes the dusk is just *too* bright, and her head is *pounding.* Maybe it's a good idea to just go back to sleep... Seeing Savith in the pool, she just assumes he made the splash, then flops back down and rolls over... Yep, better to just go back to sleep.

Raven's head surfaces about halfway across the pool from where she entered the water. She's not close to the bathing chosen, instead, she went the other direction, toward the far side of it. She sends a soft reply as well, **Heyla.** Not a typical wolfrider greeting at all.

No, it's not. Odd. Nor is it a village greeting. Savith just nods. Not noticing Llune's wakefulness, he leans back to peer at the night sky. **Far from home,** he comments after a while. Ah.. glider small talk.

Raven chuckles softly and nods, **Indeed.** she replies as she swims across to the other side of the pool with smooth motions that suggest she is no stranger to the water. Once at the other side, she leans back against the pool's edge and proceeds to soak allowing her body to float freely while her hair fans out in the water around her.

Savith soaks as well, leaning back to wet his hair. Weightlessness is not new, but to be weightless without having to focus on it...well, it's a nice thing. Ears in the water, he stares at the stars above.

As the night moves on in silence, a squaw is heard from above. Savith, peering up, spots his bird, and he sits up. Bringing a hand to his lips, he whistles sharp and high, floating from the pool to pull his uniform on, pressing the water from himself without hands. Smirking, he sends to the guards, **I'm going hunting across the river.** I'm sick of dried meat and fruit, he adds silently. At the whistle, the giant hawk circles lower, waiting.

Raven looks up at the bird and smiles a bit. Her mind touches the giant hawk's in friendly greeting as she fixes her eyes, shadowed by what appears to be lack of sleep on him. She then looks to Savith puttying two and two together now.

Winddance is a happy bird. Well fed, and well tempered. Far cry from her rider's usual demeanor that's for certain. Unlike the wolfriders, Savith isn't bonded as closely to the giant hawk, and so, doesn't sense the sent greeting between elf and hawk. Instead, he shakes his long hair back, and pulls it into a bun as he flies up to greet Winddance, trilling, "There's my hatchling. Volek been feeding you? Oh? Not enough, huh? I understand. Come, let's find a fat grasseater to feast on."

Llune bolts upright, the whistle piercing her thin dreams "Oww!" she blurts, then puts a hand over her mouth. Oh, that hurt... Those berries were nice yesterday, but not so much today... She rubs her temples and sees Savith dressing, looking away to give him some privacy... Unfortunately, she looks down and notices the grass stains on her dress and lets out another cry "Oh! No!" She begins to feverishly check all over the dress to see how badly it's stained, "no no no no no.." she murmurs, placing her hands back on her temples, trying not to jiggle her head about too much... MAN that hurts...

Raven chuckles as she pays little attention to either Glider. Instead, her attention is riveted on the hawk. This is the closest she's ever been to one of the Mountain's bond birds and she's enamoured with the creature. She raises up out of the water, craning to look as she sends again, hoping for a response from the bird.

Winddance's attention is not an Savith as she finds a place in the open clearing to perch. Her soft yellow eyes stare at Raven. At the send, Winddance's head tilts. She's never been sent to. Intelligent, she is, and curious as well. Savith, furrows his brows, floating before Winddance's face, resting a hand on her beak. His voice sounds concerned, "What's the matter, sweet fledging?" A flicked glance at Llune prompts a soft locksend.

You locksend ** drink some water and sleep it off. ** to Llune.

Llune locksends ** Oooooh... Why didn't you *tell* me this would happen?" She sends, just a little grouchy, unlike Llune, **and why didn't you stop me from messing up my dress? It'll take *forever* to get these stains out.** **

Raven grins as she sees that she has the hawk's attention. She swims back across the pool and steps out of the water, not bothering with clothes for the time being. She moves over toward the bird, still sending to it, **< > Lovely..** Of course, she can receive image thoughts from Winddance much like she could from a wolfbond, only, perhaps not quite as clearly.

You locksend to Llune, Savith tries not to chuckle, **I don't you not to have so many. And it's not like we don't have time on our side.**

Llune lifts the water skin from the satchel at the entrance of the shelter, drinks deeply, then moves back into the shadows and pulls the furrs over her head.

Llune locksends ** Owww... Don't send so loud. I'm going to sleep. Goodnight, my beloved son. **

Savith glances over his shoulder as Raven sends. **Yes, she is,** he replies, a touch coldly. Winddance, however, sensing Raven awed by her, ruffles her feathers and moves to preen, bumping at Savith with her head as she does, as if pushing him out of the way so as not to block Raven's view of her. 'Yes. I'm a pretty bird! You got a snack?' he mind seems to think. "Hey," Savith exclaims as he's bumped.

You locksend to Llune, Savith's mind reaches out to touch yours, a faint light careess of sorts. A wordless, 'yes mother' can be felt.

Llune snores softly  

[ChosenSavith]

A shared dream between mother, son, and soulmate...

Logfile from TwoMoons - Savith.

East Bank of the Silver Run River
The lands of the Abode surround you.
At the rivers edge, a pool has formed, sheltered by huge rocks on the west side, allowing the water there to collect and empty out somewhat at odd intervals. Here it seems a good place for the washing out of leathers, bathing of bodies and general relaxing, though the waters you find are chilled. There is smooth white sand, surprisingly, under your feet and you find yourself smiling at this pleasant place. There are a few trees scattered over the beach, providing shade as well patches of cleared ground. The bank here begins tapering off into thick woods, limbs covered with gaily colored leaves as the holt prepares for the season of DeathSleep. Dead and dying shrubs and undergrowth encroaches all around as the bank blends with and eventually becomes the forest. Tiny bugs zip around at ankle height, and occasionally a fish leaps out to snatch at one of them. It is a cool autumn afternoon. The father tree is quiet as elves and wolves sleep in their dens.

With Rosendo thoroughly throwing off Larias's sleep schedule, the elfess is actually managing to sleep at a normal hour, you know, in the dark of night. With the cool air of leaffall abounding, she's even snuggling up against whomever (if anyone) is under the shelter, Rosendo of course close by.

Savith is under the shelter. He's been trying to nap for a few hours, having given Larias a silent nod as she put the baby to sleep. He spent the rest of the time, staring up at the underside of the leaf and branch roof above them, listening to the sounds of night. Her snuggling caught him a touch off guard, but feeling the chill of the leaffall night, he refrained from shooing her away. Instead, he floated a blanket to cover her more fully, tucking her in and letting her use his shoulder as a pillow. The things he does for this elfess. Honestly. His eyes drift close as he warms up, not having admitted he too was starting to get cold. What? You think these flight suits are WARM? As if!

As the shoulder is offered for a pillow, how unlike her, Larias actually uses it, moving a bit closer. She murmurs something softly in her sleep, then rolls onto her side, hazily draping an arm across Savith's chest. It could be the depth of their bond, the closeness of touch, perhaps a mixture of the two, whatever it is, a thin stream of sending magic goes from Larias to Savith, as her subconscious gives deep dreams form, for both to share.

Exhausted from having fought to get Rosendo calm, and a lack of proper sleep for several nights, the warm body of Larias, the soft murmur, the soft silence of the night, and the hint of subtle gentle sends, lures the Chosen into sleep, pulling him down. He turns his head to her hair as she drapes an arm on him, and the arm under her shifts lightly, as if in a protective embrace.

You sense in a locksend, Larias's sleep fogged and dream shimmering mind reaches out for yours, is it comfort, habit? Perhaps she misses you on some level looking into her dreams and nightmares, her hates, fears and wants. As the world takes form, its night time in a warm desert, a secluded spring, away from prying eyes. A remembered promise coming to vision, as Savith asks Larias to help him recall his parents. She though, is not dressed as she was, instead, she wears the newest garb from Llune, and he, is garbed as he was in Sorrow's End, a striking elf in the yellow robes.

You locksend to Larias, Savith sits with his legs drawn up. Here, unlike in the physical world, the concern, the loniless is more than apparent. As if he could hide it now anyway. Chin in hand, he stares out at the orange-brown limestone rocks about them. "It's important," he says, as if carrying on the conversation from so long ago. "Not in any real sense of the word. Llune's enough of a mother for just about everyone." He glances over, though instead of like before, and avoiding your gaze, he peers right up at you, unafraid of it, for truely that's what he was: afraid. "Still, it's something I'd like to know, someday."

In the dark of night, Larias is finally sleeping. And High Ones, but wonders will NEVER cease: So is Savith. And best of all, they are ACTUALLY snuggled together. Larias is rolled on her side, head pillowed on his shoulder, and arm draped across his chest. Savith has tucked her in with a blanket, part of which covers his body. The arm under arm curls about her protectively,and his head has turned to her hair. Brow smoothing from real sleep, that which he has not had in days. Rosendo sleeps happily in a small blanket nest by Larias's sleep, full, clean, warm, and happy.

You sense in a locksend to Llune, Savith: Larias's mind reaches out for Llune's as Savith mentions her in the dream. The image of Llune coalescing, the desert sands shifting as only they can in a dream to form Llune's rooms in the Mountain. Savith turns into little more than a shadow, while Larias sits, waiting patiently to be measured. Its after the fight in his room, and she now gets the chance to speak to Llune as she wanted to, but could not bring herself to in reality, "You're son.. he confuses me Llune." Ahh, so the elfess does indeed trust Llune, confiding to her in her dreams at least, "What am I to do? Hmm? I can feel him, sense him in ways I can't even begin to understand... Do I give in to it all? Do I chance losing myself to him? His heart already belongs to another."

You locksend, to Llune, Larias: Savith remains a silent shadow, much like he does when dream-walking. His eyes almost glow in the darkness of the side of Larias's mind. Though unlike before, there's no strain to cloak himself, or keep the faint ripples hidden from the sleeper. He is the sleeper, is he not? Larias's question's make him tilt his head, but he refrains from answer.

You sense in a locksend to Larias, Savith: Llune measures Larias calmly, it's the most natural thing in the world for her, and at the question she sighs, but continues to measure calmly, "What is in *your* heart?" she asks, "And sharing doesn't have to mean giving in. It means sharing." She looks up to Larias and smiles, "Hearts are often shared, also."

You sense in a locksend to Llune, Savith: Larias moves about unhindered by the pregnancy that was well and truly there at the time. She brushes aside the measuring of Llune, "A heart is deceitful." The room dulls, growing dark and ominous, how Larias truly feels about rooms inside the great Mountain. As it does so, Savith moves of a will not his own, replaying the events, entering the room, still garbed in the brilliant yellow of Sorrow's End, he nearly looks larger than life, far grander than the elf in person - how her soul sees him. Larias's self grows dimmer, tucking into the shadowed corner. A whispered breath of speech as she converses once more to Llune, "To give in to my heart, wouldn't that be to lose myself... To the Mountain, to him?" Theres is worry, did the larger than life savith hear her words as she spoke them? The dream world reflects that, as random faded and fuzzy images of worries long past draw out and shape themselves into the stone walls of the room.

You locksend, to Llune, Larias: Savith drifts in, as bid to by Larias's will. He pauses briefly, in a very flower bright robe of mothsilk. He glances about the dark Cagelike room. A thought flickers, finding voice in this place of desires, "Ah, didn't I open this already?" He turns to look at Larias, "Silly elfess, reclosing what I've given." Did he hear? Yes, for he only shakes his head, to say softly, "A heart may be deceitful," he's not so grand, a mere magicless elf, not made for moving mountains, "but a soul is not." And behind him, beyond the doorway to Llune's room, the nightsky, and hte faint echo of wolf-howl. That too, is a part of him, a piece ripped away, leaving a gaping hole only now being refilled and healed by the most unlikely of hands.

You sense in a locksend to Larias, Savith: Llune looks confused at the dimming of the light, the odd way Savith is dressed (I could NEVER get him to wear something like that, she wonders), and Larias' whispering, so sends in her dresm, only to Larias **Savith is *not* the mountain.** Her newfound knowledge of the rest of her kin seething, **Savith's soul is greater than any of us could ever know.** She smiles at his entrance and his words, switching to dream-speaking aloud, "Savith is a true creature of love, though he tries desperately to hide it. And I have a feeling you are too. Giving into caring for Savith is not surrendering to the mountain. It makes both of you stronger, to fight in life what you do not love."

You sense in a locksend to Llune, Savith: Larias drifts as if on a breeze towards Savith, the room once again shifting into the warm denlike cavern that is his room. Poor Savith, unable to control all his movements now finds himself lying on his bed, clothing folded and put away - he is in bed after all. And Llune as well, pulled along behind her. Her eyes remain on Savith's form, though she speaks to Llune, "A creature of love? Yes... Rosendo, he loves so much." Quickly the garb changes, ancient leathers, damaged by an attack of wolves. She speaks to Savith now, "Souls? Is that all it takes, or did it begin, at the Raft Holt.... my dreams, you were so kind then."

You locksend, to Llune, Larias: Savith rests his head on a hand, propped up by an elbow. If he notes the ever-shifting scenes, he makes no comment. Afterall, he is used to evesdropping on this world. Larias's mention of Raft Holt pulls a twinge of guilt. He averts his gaze, cheeks darkening, while a hand clunches into a fist on the blankets covering him. "Raft Holt," he repeats, "I wasn't kind. It was a ploy. Just to gain your trust enough that you would willingly follow. How could I disobey and willingly cause unrest in a land not my own?" He shakes his head, the blankets and curtain of his area dulling to the older blues and greys he insisted his mother dye the blankets and curtain for him. He seems to chill from the shift in colors. "After all I had done to you, helped Tsoran do, even then, in appearing to help, it was myself I thought of. I can't find Ekana. I can't return empty handed. You are to be an offering, to spare myself, give me... more time." And remorse adds that last touch of darkness to him, the mental wounds that only the mountain Lord can inflect, such that he has felt, for his failures.

You sense in a locksend to Larias, Savith: Llune, more confused my the abruptly changing surroundings, looks about Savith's quarters, feeling out of place... Realizing that she *must* be in a dream - though group dreaming is unkown to her - the room brightens some, the grays more pastel, the blues more periwinkle, everything softer and less depressing. She says nothing yet, and stands by the doorway, watching the scene before unfold, and smiles sadly. At the mention of Ekana, of helping Tsoran - who Llune is creeped out by in the first place - speaking of ploys and thinking of himself, she finally interjects, "My son." Her eyes grow brighter, glowing almost in her face, showing the ernest feeling in her, "I love you despite your wrong doing. Whatever it is - you have not told me... But it amazes me that you would follow so blindly. You are not a product made to follow - you are one to think." The dream fades into a sunny, but cool day on the shore of the pool, birds chirping, trees bearing brightly colored fruit, grass greener than possible, "I have learned that there are things more than what Winnowill would have us see. And to turn blind eyes to it now..." She pauses, trilling fingers over the surface of the serene water, "Our 'Lord' is not always right. It is better to make your own mistakes, than to vouch for hers..." She stops, surprised at her openness about this... All the things she's been struggling with since leaving the mountain, all her new knowledge surfacing... And then, like a sleepy flower, she closes again, the sky dimming in her sudden fear of saying too much, "I... I'm..." She looks between the two, Savith and Larias reclining on a bed of soft moss, "I'm sorry..." The area goes dark, as though leaving an empty canvas for Larias to continue her thoughs upon.

You sense in a locksend to Llune, Savith: Larias looks about, thoroughly perplexed, no Mountain? But the siple glade the wolfrider's have allowed them to stay in. The ancient garb shifts, back into the green velvet thing given her by Llune, though there are strpings of gray added to it, feathers trimming where they aren't in life, and the sleeves growing more voluminous. She eyes Llune, "The Lord isn't right about much. She never has been." Her eyes search out drawn to seek him out. She moves towards him once found, "Llune is wiser than I think she is. I shouldn't have held back when I told her.. you are guilty of using me." A shrug, "I am guilty for using Ekana. The birds, her tribe was the scapegoat. How can I fault you for something Winnowill has brought you to do?"

You locksend, to Llune, Larias: Savith stands, arms folded over his chest, back in the bright yellow robe, but it too is altered, the sleeves and chest portion more form fitting, the shoulders graces with the featherd wings, though instead of silverygrey, they are dusty brown. As Larias draws near to him, his brows furrow in guilt, a frown pulling at his features. So sure she'd rage against him, he was beginning to tense, ready for the red and black hazy to cloud his vision. But, she shurgged. She too admitted guilt. A sad smile, so delicate an expression, to those that knew him, it would remind (espeically Larias) of the sad smile Elian gave, when she told him she was leaving the mountain, and but a moon before the birth of his first son. Even Savith's green eyes shimmer as if with the same light. "High ones truely pick us well, soulmate," he says, using the name for the bond between them that he can not use in body, "We are two halves of the same nut." The yellow robe/uniform darkening with swirls of Chosen blue-black, the feather boots visible, the talonwhip back at his side.

You sense in a locksend to Larias, Savith: Llune imagines Savith as a child, Larias not shown - but still seeing the scene unfold. He runs to Llune, is wrapped in her loving arms, and she smiles, that smile Llune smiles, caring, loving, and somehow, maybe just a little sad - something he never noticed as a child, or maybe something she never showed but in this dream... The scene flashes and Savith is grown again, in Llune's quarters, wearing one of the fine suits of Llune's making, her in a silvery dress, flowing about more than possible in reality, "You are..." she agrees, to the comment about the soul-matedness, the scene changing to his quarters, the edges softer than before, and Llune and Larias switching places, Larias now standing in front of him and Llune narrating, "And this should lead you both to see what you have been hiding from yourselves in each other..."

You sense in a locksend, Larias's mind releases Llune from the dream, somehow, Savith as a child does not fit, does not hold to something she can imagine or comprehend, though she stays placed where Llune put her, standing before Savith. As his garb changes into that of a Chosen, hers does as well, all black, embellished with silver embroidery and white, gray and black feathers. Her eyes take on a cold hard look, one of hatred, rage riding upon the surface, though tucked behind shame, loneliness, longing. Even her voice turns cold, even her dreams there is indecision, "If we are two halves, we share the same capacity for cruelty. At her whims, we both have given in, and still would." Abrupty she is swathed in light, shimmering green and golden, a holt, the hard edges leave her, the dark emotions bury within, "And outside, we can be free of those... or can we?" Brows furrow deeply, she turns away, voice but a whisper, "I was cruel out here to... I can not lay claim that she twisted me. I was not ther for her to twist, my anger, my hatred was my own."

You locksend to Larias, Savith has not seen Larias as a Chosen. The sight is... shocking. But she speakks the truth. oth share the ability to be heartlessly cruel, unthinking in their lack of compassion. He watches her bury the dark emotions, her voice soften to a whisper. Indecision. Rage. Is that self-loathing in her whisper? The uniform fades from him as well, replaced by what he wore when he was younger, before he was Chosen. One of Llune's master pieces, the same one from before. Always the strong one, here his true weakness shows through, mirrored self-hate within him. Floating no longer, he feels himself heavy, stuck to the ground. Worthless. He lowers his gaze, hair loose and obscurring his face. "But she fed on it anyway, and dangled that which you wanted most before you. LIke water in the desert, forcing a cry from chapped and bleeding lips." He brings his hands up to rubs his arms, chilled.

You sense in a locksend, Larias turns, still wearing the black uniform, despite the golden green surroundings her mind has crafted, she to lowers to the ground, the sound of her feet touching down echoing. Her voice turns thoughtful as she faces you once more, "She only gives permission for us to be our darker selves." How often had she wished cruelty when she was outside the Mountain, to afraid to show it. And once inside, how she hated her kin, for they hated her as she was truly an Outsider, though she had been born within. That hate lent her the strength to kill, both brutally and violently. Is that why she despises Iwnnowill, for drawing out of her that which she was to afraid to do on her own? A pale hand reaches out to gently touch his cheek, a light bit of force to bring his head up, "Meek does not suit you Savith. Neither does cruelty or hate." Once more she shifts into that mountain princess, flowers in her hair, young and exuberant, loving life, "We can be more than this... Then again," a sigh, "we are to afraid to be... " brows furrow, "No.. you aren't, but I am, aren't I?"

Long distance to Larias: Savith lifts his gaze at Larias's bidding. No, meek does not suit him, yet, deep down, that's what he is. He nods to her words, yes, permission to be dark. This young, breathtaking elfess, like a dream almost, captures his attention. "Oh, I'm afraid. Every moment," he replies, voice soft. "You've never seemed afraid, truely. Those nights of terror, it seems, were not made from your own mind. I think, that's why I couldn't remove them all. Besides, what am I, really? All I do is fly when called." He reaches up to cover her hand with his, pressing to his cheek lightly. He doesn't shift anymore. Young as she, he is that unsettled, unsure young elf, fighting to understand his place, not knowing why he's still here. There's real emotion in his eyes, and the sense that only in his most private of moments does he show this. His uniform seeming to hang from a peg not far away. Though robed in that delicate style of Llune's, the set to his shoulders makes it appear as if he feels utterly naked.

You sense in a locksend, Larias chuckles light and airy, freely, the sound actually pleasant and free - the laughter of one untouched by the darkness time has brought to her existence. "Savith - there was hardly a moment that I spent at ease outside the mountain. For all those turns, I was so afriad of everything, I spoke and sent to none that I saw. Those nightmares were mine and mine alone, but, what made them different, it was her touch which brought them every night.. Before that, I suppose I only dreamt of such as often as any other who has lived a life like mine would." She takes a step forward, pale blue eyes shimmering, how like Elian sometimes he seems, not that she was ever truly drawn to Elian. "What are you? You are..." she switches to sending, the name echoed as it did in her mind during the moment of Recognition, ** Savith. ** Back to speaking she goes, lips curling into a smile, teasing, "I fly away when called... And that is all I do. Its sufficient for me, why not for you? Does what we can't do matter?"

You locksend to Larias, Savith tries to grin at Larias's laughter, the emotion almost turning his eyes a lighter shade of green. But his jaw trembles instead, brows drawn down. Hardly a moment, she felt at ease. Now that he can sense it fully, when she allows, now that truth is there, he feels just terrible. Oh no! Look out! It's a Chosen with a conscience! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE! He's about to withdraw, turn away and whistle for his bird, the only times his felt free, when just flying with her, feeling the wind about him, but Larias steps toward him, and snares him with his own soul. Yeah, she's right that's what I am, even if... it doesn't have magic within it, for in that name it is clear, though the power flows through it, it will not ever flow through Him. Larias's smile, the faint tease, brings a grin to his face. "I guess, cause I've always run away," he replies, "LIke my parents." He closes his eyes a moment, the air chilling again, that oppressive silence that rock holds for him. "What I can't do matters a great deal, to me, at least. And as many times as I've asked, no one will asnwer why." It's a good thing he's asleep, this is just a dream. Can you imagine actually TELLING someone this? GAH!

You sense in a locksend, Larias steps into Savith's arm as she did in another dream, when he crafted a safe happy haven in her mind for her. She slips her own arms about him, tilting her head so she can look at him in the eyes. "perhaps the answer doesn't matter? Perhaps there is no longer someone that can answer... Memories fade with time, and we are timeless." As the words are spoken, she fades into her current self, pale hair, lightly tanned skin, even a few wrinkles at the eyes. "You are do not run, you go where you are needed, chasing down fools such as I." Placing her head head upon his shoulder, she whispers softly, "You are braver than I for such things... Only once have I done such, chasing down that which I needed. And I still can't say as to why I need you."

You locksend to Larias, Savith's clothing shifts again as Larias draws near, back into uniform, back onduty. Once again strong, once again sure of himself. At least, outwardly. In life, he would not, unless she were asleep or the action desperately needed, return such a display of affection. But here, n this dream world, he returns the embrace, looking down Larias. "Perhaps, you are right. The answer doesn't... really matter... any more. I'm all grown now. What need have I for parents?" And then there's that grin, light hearted, humorious, even (High Ones help us all) a wink! "I'm good at playing fetch," he replies before Larias rests her head against him. What a tongue in cheek remark from so stoic a glider. He brings a hand up to brush his fingers through those locks of hair. "Ah, admit it, you can't live without me," he retorts. Ah, what humor! Hey, why not? He did the same, flying without a bond bird, from the mountain to the River in, what, like 30 minutes? Go Speed Racer! Go Speed Racer! Go Speed Racer Go!

You sense in a locksend, Larias, tilts her head up once more, chuckling softly, but then the humor fades as she speaks, "You're right. I can't. I can't bear the thought of you not being there... that the touch of our minds might one day cease." Her hold on him goes from light, to almost tight, clinging, "You shared with me what that is like.. and I don't want to feel it, ever again." Her head angles back down again as she buried her head in his shoulder once more, her guard down so completely, having invited you, brought you in, there is no loneliness casting a shadow over her.

In his sleep, the physical body tightens it grip on Larias, Savith shifting to a side as well, to wrap both arms about her. He murmurs something into her hair.

You locksend to Larias, Savith's arms, just as in the physical sleeping world, tighten along with yours. The whispered thought of those memories brings him a chill, to which he clutches just as fiercely. "Nor I," he whispers, "I couldn't survive another. I know it this time." Feeling her guard down, and with that ever present concern that someday soon, Winnowill will come looking without eyes, seraching without moving, and destroying with out weapons, he again gifts Larias a place of her own. It's odd though, that this time, instead of it being a haven for her, crafted by turning backwards all that hurt her, pulling it into himself and forciably supplying the rest, this 'room' is as much a haven for himself as it is for her. Two souls mingling, indeed. The lavish decor of Savith's Mountain Chamber, the warm open-topped sky-roofed star-studded chamber, shaped of rock and wood from Larias's imagining. He moves slightly, as if putting himself between Larias and any harm, whether it be from the mountain or without, from her mind or without. "Nor I," he repeats in a whisper, a stray breeze carrying a sense of something more, a faintly heard, almost ghostly echo of his earlier words, from a dream long past: Be happy, beloved.

Larias isn't awake, and having such pleasant dreams as she is, she doesn't shy away from the slumbering embrace, moving closer just as in the dream, finding a shoulder or arm to use as a pillow. With the body so comforted, and the mind as well, the thin line of sending emanating from her slowly ebbs, murmured words, "with you, I am." And finally true sleep, restful and pleasant takes over.

For them both.  

[ChosenSavith]

Waknig the next mornnig....

Logfile from TwoMoons - Savith.

East Bank of the Silver Run River
The lands of the Abode surround you.
At the rivers edge, a pool has formed, sheltered by huge rocks on the west side, allowing the water there to collect and empty out somewhat at odd intervals. Here it seems a good place for the washing out of leathers, bathing of bodies and general relaxing, though the waters you find are chilled. There is smooth white sand, surprisingly, under your feet and you find yourself smiling at this pleasant place. There are a few trees scattered over the beach, providing shade as well patches of cleared ground. The bank here begins tapering off into thick woods, limbs covered with gaily colored leaves as the holt prepares for the season of DeathSleep. Dead and dying shrubs and undergrowth encroaches all around as the bank blends with and eventually becomes the forest. Tiny bugs zip around at ankle height, and occasionally a fish leaps out to snatch at one of them. It is a cool autumn afternoon. The father tree is quiet as elves and wolves sleep in their dens.

The night passes silently, sound tracked by the soft sounds of bugs and far off wolf howls. Even Rosendo slept the full night. As the dawn approaches, the temperature drops, waking Savith from his pleasant slumber. He takes a moment to blink away sleep. Okay, what's the weight on his shoulder? He lifts his head and looks down. Blonde. Gah. Larias. Okay, stay calm. There's a good reason for this. Hmm... Ah! The temperature. Right. Okay. If it's cold, then how's Rosendo? He tries to sit up enough to check on the child, hopefully without disturbing Larias's sleep. High ones know she doesn't get enough.

with Savith shifting about, even just a little, it lets some of that cool autumn air into the blanket, down by her face. She shivers a moment, then moves closer to the warmth, arm searching without the aide of eyes to pull the blanket back up, must tuck it in tight under the chin! Rosendo a well seems to be bothered by the drop in temperature, little noises of discomfort beginning to sound, soft squeaks and gurgly coos - hey mom and dad, come get me, I'm cold!

Savith grumbles a bit as Larias presses closer to him. He tries to shift more, enough to see the babe and float him over, but with Larias countershifting... well, let's just say, it's hard going. "Ah, Larias," he says softly into an ear, still trying to find a way to politely detangle himself from her grabbing arms. "You're going to have to let me up for a moment."

To be spoken to so politely, how does Larias reward Savith? Thin brows furrow deeply, she stirs again, then, something kicks in. This is not her own arm under her, nor should she be so warm. Eyes snap open as the gears click and turn in a sleep fogged brain, she jerks her arm back, scooting away abruptly, taking the nice warm blankets with her. She speaks and sends nothing, instead looking at him in wide eyed shock, and wonderment.

Savith gahs, and reaches after Larias, to yank her back against him. Scooting back and sitting on the baby ISN'T a good idea!

Larias lets out a squeak as she's grabbed, unable to move backwards after all. Pale blue eyes open wider and wider as the horror sets in. Choking over her words, "Let me go... Please" Somehow, she retains her sanity, must have been the pleasant night of sleep.

Savith holds on until he floats Rosendo to his arms, thankfully before the babe can start screaming. Only once he's got the child secure and wrapped in his arms does he let Larias go. Green eyes turn to Larias, "I know we're 'bird-elves' and all, but I really don't htink sitting on him would have been a good idea." How long can he keep a straight face? A smirk already tugs at his features. Yup, a very good night's sleep.

As she's let go, Larias scoots back, bumping into Llune, only to squeak again, scoot forward and wonder just where all the space in the shelter seems to have gone. Her cheeks begin to burn with a crimson shade as she finds a spot where she's not brushing up against anyone. "No.. I, sitting?" She's obviously quite flustered, mind racing to try and figure out why she was laying on Savith, eew!

Savith sighs softly as Larias takes ALL the blankets with her. A soft yawn escapes him as he leans back down with the baby. Hmph. No sense of humor. Ah well. And up goes that cold outer husk of his. Brr. "IF you don't mind, I could use a blanket still."

Rosendo sucks in a deep breath, an d lets out a tiny sneeze "Ch-oo!"

When Larias bumps into her, Llune opens one sleepy eye, the pounding of her head forgotten... At Savith's teasing words, the eye droops back close - hey, if they're getting along, then there's no sense in actually waking up. Stirring softly, she rolls over and tugs at the blankets, trying to fall back asleep for just five more minuter.

Larias moves quickly to do as asked, particularly when Rosendo's sneeze urges her to move even quicker. Still stammering, "Yes.. I.. Oh" She frets, getting blankets and dress entangled and confused. A deep breath, an attempt to steady self, though hands shake, she manages to extricate a blanket from around her, and gently floats it over towards the father and son.

Savith reaches out take the blanket, eyes on his son. "Tsk tsk, what a sneeze," he chatters softly, like he would with his bondbird. Blanket in hand, he drapes it over him, making sure to tuck Rosendo in as well. "There you go. Feel better, hatchling?" Larias is ignored. She's unsettled, after all. Nothign really he can do.

Rosendo sends ** **

Larias runs a hand through her hair, her fingers snagging on a set of tangles received during the night of slumber. Yes, she is rather unsettled, but, trying to push through the feelings. A glance is spared Rosendo as he sends openly, and such sweet thoughts to. Settling her nerves, she smiles at the boy, but does not move any closer, "yes Rosendo.. happy. As you should be."

Savith keeps that soft smile on his face as he works to bring the cuff of a sleeve down to his fingers to dap at the muscus and spiitle from the sneeze. "Did you sleep well," he asks of Larias, though it's odd to hear the polite question asked in soft baby tones, as if Savith were trying to make Rosendo believe he had asked him. 'Wonder if I should mention I actually dreamed,' he muses silently.

Larias begins to work at the tangle sin her hair, eyes still on Rosendo. She rolls Savith's question around in her mind, wondering how much truth to tell. Finally she responds, amidst vague mutterings at her hair, "I.. ooo... yes I slept rather well, aaah!" It can't be becuase she actually slept on him could it? Gah! she shakes her head, pulling her own hair, "Ooow!"

Savith lifts his gaze from the baby. Another smirk, and he shakes his head, turning his eyes back to Rosendo. "You know, there's a brush in the pack over there," he says softly cleaning up the baby. He grins, and bounces Rosendo just lightly, not giving the baby any airtime. A shake of his head, and soft touches on the cheeks, "Yes. In the travel pack. Yes." Baby talk. Too cute.

Despite the baby sneeze, and the exclamations of pain from Larias, Llune manages to sleep, or at least pretend she's still asleep. Who knows. She could be listening, she could still be sleeping, she could be annoyed that they were being too noisy. Whatever the case, Llune sleeps on, her breathing even, the fingers of her left hand wound into her disheveled hair, her right in a loose fist on her jaw. The coverings are pulled up high, and every once in awhile one can hear a soft snore - still angelic, but still a soft snore.

Larias glances at Savith, her look says it all - a brush? in the Pack? And now you tell me? Her head hangs, shaking from side to side. Once more she works at carefully extracting herself from blankets, trying not to bother Llune. Once done, she glides over to where the packs are, a flitting send, ** Which one? ** Her emotions carefully tucked neatly out of the way, ah, back to the bland sending.

"I. Have. No. Idea," Savith replies, almost singsong to the baby. "No, I don't. No. No idea." Fingers tickle softly under the boy's chin. "Maybe the side pocket," he exclaims softly when Rosendo lets out a loud gurgling giggle. "Ooh... side pocket."

Rosendo's face lights up and he opens his mouth into a wide smile at Savith, giving dad a clear view of his gums and throat.

Larias lets out an exasperated sigh, throwing her hands up in the air in frustration. She stands straight up, grumbling to herself - so like a child, looking up for the missing item when really she just needs to look down and in some of the packs. Finally, she bensd down, and begins to sort through, looking first where suggested - the side pocket.

Lo and behold! Right where he packed it! Very organized, he is. Savith coos and giggles at Rosendo as the baby opens his mouth wide. "Oooh, there's a boy! Happy little baby bird, aren't you? Yes!" Tickling fingers, brushing at cheek, chin, nose, and ears. Ah, but there's a good reason too! Savith's checking those reflexes, how fast it takes Rosendo to track his movements with his eyes, then reach with a hand to move his fingers.

Rosendo narrows his eyes slightly as he sees daddy's hands move, then with a rather stupid looking grin on his face, his eyes cross. Suprised himself, Rosendo blinks quickly and giggles

Larias lets out a relieved sigh as she finds the brush. Standing straight again, she stretches before starting the horrendous process of truly brushing her hair. She stays over by the travel packs, watching Rosendo and Savith from a safe distance. Her cheeks still burn, High ones, what was she thinking in her sleep. A terse statement made, "He'll be hungry soon."

Savith giggles at Rosendo. "HUngry? Again," he chatters softly. "Will you be hungry? Yes, you will. Growing baby. Gonna be fat soon, aren't you? Oh, is that bad Larias gonna over feed you too? Make you all round baby?" Good GOD! What is he on and how much does it cost?!

Rosendo grins at Savith and swipes a hand vaguely in his direction

Larias groans aloud as she listens to Savith babble like an idiot to the child. Still brushing her mass of hair, High Ones this will take forever. Taking a deep breath, she prepares to argue the point about how she'd not bad, but, no quicker does she get ready to say something, she also stops, letting out the breath, a flicker of dreamt images dancing in her mind before they are gone again. She frowns, then sighs, best let thwe two be - when Rosendo is hungry, no doubt he will let the world know.

Savith gives a mock gasp at Rosendo's swipe. "Oh! YOu missed. Come on, try again. There's a hatchling," Savith trills at the boy, a softer version of a bird-signal: Open Claw. All his attnetion on the baby, he can't help but grin. Yup, Larias is annoyed! Mission successful. Begin Phase Two.

Rosendo begins changing expressions, where a moment before he was happy and giggling, now his brow has furrowed, his lips pushed together tightly. He looks up at Daddy again ..... then.. a tiny plaintive whine starts, first from then nose, then it rises a bit in volume as Rosendo open wide his gaping..... bottomless maw.

Larias smirks as she hears the beginnings of Rosendo's whine. Continuing to brush her hair, she's not real sure if thats just fuss, or hunger, or wet, or soiled - well, savith's got the boy, let him figure it out! Hrmph!

Savith clicks his tongue softly as Rosendo starts to cry. Well, is she wasn't awake before, Llune should be awake now. "ooh... what's wrong, my hatchling, hmm? What's wrong?" He checks the swaddle cloth first, pressing a finger to check for mess. IF that's not it, it's off to his mother for food.

Rosendo continues wailing, getting louder each moment, he arches his back in Savith's arms, apparently trying to launch himself, To where he thinks he's going... that's anyone's guess.

Larias snorts, and here she is, only about a quarter of the way through the mass of pale blond tresses, which really are starting to annoy her. Must learn to braid again! She sets the brush back into the pocket she found it, no sense being a snot even though she'd -REALLY- like to. No moves are made to appraoch, nope, she'll let Savith make the moves to hand the child over, though yeah, she's not a terrible mother, she will be ready ahead of time.

Savith gives a soft sigh. Well, good news. He's not messy. Floating up, Savith holds the child firmly and flies toward Larias, taking his blanket with him. "I think he's hungry now," he say in a flat line tone, holding out the baby. When Larias, takes the child, he wordlessly settles the blanket over her shoudlers in the chill morning air, the blanket still warm from his body.

Rosendo wails even louder when daddy lets him go. Now against Larias's breast he thrashes his hands around, his sharp claws digging in. He finds purchase soon enough and begins feeding, the loud slurping sounds can easily be heard as Rosendo eats, Hard and Fast.

With Rosendo's wail, Llune's pleasant dreams were interrupted, Her eyes open and head turned to look at the babe just as Savith moves to hand him to Larias and yawns widely **Good morning** she says, refreshed from the comfortable night's sleep. No more headache from the dream berries, thank goodness. Llune doesn't really move, just lays warm under the covers watching Savith hand Rosendo to Larias and relaxing as he takes teat, ah, no more loud crying in the close quarters of the tent, "It's a little cold.." She wonders...

Larias's eyes grow wide and she grits her teeth, oh, this is so not fun, not fun at all. She gives Savith an accusing look, as if he somehow put the child up to this. She moves her arms into a slightly more comfortable position, using one hand to support, as well as hold the babe's claws away from flesh. Her voice as flat in tone, "Gee, thanks." But then Llune wake sup, and some of Larias' irritation at self and Savith melts, ** Whitecold is on its way. **

Savith hms softly, turning from the ravenous little Rosendo and Larias. A glance at the pack, the pocket opens, and the brush seems to rocket to his hand. There's a soft slap as his hand closes over the brush handle. "Another moon or so, I'd think," he replies, moving to sit by Llune, sharing a private send with his mother.

You locksend ** Think you culd help Larias out with those locks of hers, Mother? It wouldn't do for her annoyance to be felt by Rosendo. ** to Llune.

Rosendo turns his head, teat still in his mouth at the sound of Saviths voice ** ** Then returns to eating, randomly sending out images of a very disturbing mixture of Savith's face on Larias's breast. These are a few of my favorite things

Larias looks like she's about ready to turn green as Rosendo begins happily sending such.... interesting images.

Llune sighs and pulls herself from beneath the warm blanket, stanging and stretching, and, with a yawn, moves toward Savith to retrieve the brush, "Would you like some help?" she asks, looking kindly over her shoulder at Larias.

Well, that's a good way to get... a Chosen's attention... fully. He turns to peer at the child, then he suppresses a shudder, and turns to work at his own curls. Gah! That's a disturbing image. Very disturbing! Make it stop! Oh god make it stop! So... umm.. small talk... oop! Motther took his brush. Right out of his hand too. He sighs and leans back, making it look like he might for her to take it.

Rosendo suckles happily

Rosendo also continues his happy random sendings....much fainter though, his attention is being drawn elsewhere

Oh if only Larias could just hadn the child over to Llune, that right now would be truly helping. Face still blanched white, just a tad wobbly on her feet, she absently nods to Llune's offer, "Help.. high ones please." Just make the kiddo stop!

Llune grins at Rosendo's happy sends, moving behind Larias to look hopelessly at her hair. She releases a heavy sigh and offers, "Shall we then?" She lifts a lock, then begins carefully working the brush through, starting at the ends. "White cold? I think..." She pauses, contuing to de-tangle Larias' hair with the brush and her fingers, used to this on a more basic level - so much like untangling thread in a breeze on her windowsill high up on the mountain... "I think I've heard that before... Ah..." She looks down to untie a particularly wound knot, "Somehow, things - the space on the outside - grows white?"

Larias turns her head, the motion not even disturbing the locks Llune is working on - after all, she has REALLY long hair. "The snows fall Llune, that is all... They blanket parts of the world in ice and cold." She tries to sound matter of fact, but high ones, gah, someone take Rosendo, this child is creeping her out, even if he is still hungry and eating.

Savith looks over, arms tucked behind his head as he reclines back. "Yes, whitecold, mother. You know, snows?" It DOES snow at Blue Mountain. She might have seen it, drifting past her windows. Maybe even felt the icy breezes? OH... Larias explained it. Well, guess he'll just shut up now. His eyes glance over at Larias, and then he grins, a similar cold grin. He's happy she's just as creeped out by it as he is.

Rosendo happily slurps, then his hand feels something interesting! He clasps the soft thing, and tugs playfully at it.... then feeling it stay firm he stops eating and pulls hard on the errant Larias hair that snuck under the blanket.

Larias ahaaaaaahs!!! Larias's head angles downward as Rosendo pulls, quite painfully too on the few strands. If it had been several, it might be tolerable, but with so little, yowsers! "Could ahh... someone, help.. please?" Theres desperation in her voice, this is not fun, not fun at all. Can't someone else take over feeding him, really?

Savith flies over, feeling the tug residually through that bond. Settling at Larias's side, he reaches over to get hte child's hand and pull it away from Larias and hold it away, sending to him, **Gently gently, Rosendo.** There's really only one elf here that can hurt Larias here. razz

Rosendo launches himself towards Savith, a grin on his mouth, still wet with Larias milk. He sends that odd Savith/breast amalgam again and holds his arms out wide

Larias holds onto Rosendo tightly as he wriggles, squirms then launches, despite the desire to let him drop as those images assault her. She grits her teeth, disallowing the images to enter her mind, feeling guilty at blocking out her own child's mental voice. Voice tense, she speaks to Savith, "Thank you.. and.. I think he wants you." Her voice nearly begging, please please take him.

Savith does no such thing,blocking out a child's mind. How cruel! He reaches out to take the child, making no comments about the images. I mean, come on! Winnowill's sent worse. Much more painful. Certainly not as disturbing, but hey, she's not very imaginative all the time. Without comment, he wipes Rosendo's mouth with his sleeve, trying to force his voice light, "All full are you? You know, you've left scratch marks. Bad boy." He smirks slightly, "You're supposed to make sure those aren't visible."

Rosendo snuggles tightly in Savith, then looks back over to Larias grins widely, eyes bright like glittering brightmetal. He gurgles out something that sounds like... well sounds like babytalk

Almost immediately after Savith takes the child, relief floods onto Larias's features. She quickly redoes her top, getting everything put away, hiding the scratches Savith just -had- to comment on. She swallows, trying to get those nasty images out of her head, so much for a pleasant night of sleeping, "What do we have for food left.. I can.. scrounge up something, if we need to eat." If we need to eat? Hello bird-brain, everyone NEEDS to eat.

Oh! Thanks for asking. Savith shakes his head, "I'll take Winddance out in a bit for some hunting." Whether or not the wolfriders like it, but knowing Larias's words, he cuts her off, "And no, I won't be hunting within their borders." Besides, it's been a whiel since he'd spent some time tiwth her. Surely she is getting annoyed with him.

Larias frowns just a tad, another thought flitting through her mind, vaguely recalling something, but as soon as its there, once more its gone again. She shakes her head, "Not until the wolf chief gives permission... You shouldn't hunt I mean.. of course, you and Winddance should fly." Oh High ones, is she just confused or simply that off kilter - so early in the morning and its already been a trying day.

Savith flicks a brow, and retorts, "Well, it wouldn't be needed if our hosted would provie once in a while." I mean, the Chosen provided for them....

Llune Shakes her head and looks around Larias' head at Savith, "Really, you should speak with Cutter, can't you just go visit him and ask? Perhaps they have something, or would like to hunt with you...

Larias stands rather still, patient even as Llune works at the tangles, slowly relaxing - ahh, its nice to have someone else brush your hair once in awhile. She half smirks at Llunes suggestion, "The wolfriders, I doubt, will want either Savith, Volek or myself to hunt with them.. The styles are.. too different." A glance is given the trees briefly, searching out the guards who now blend in even better, considering the season and all the abounding colors, even if the leaves are dropping, "Perhaps if we merely asked our watchers? They have provided before..."

Llune nods, liking that suggestion, but says nothing and continues working on Larias' hair - what a mess!

Rosendo belches

As if on cue, Shenshen seems to prance in, a basket of fall fruits and a fresh ravvit. Born in the village, she's sensative to guests, and is at least mostly cordial. And Tyleet's been busy with Redstar since Darkedge as been... stranger than normal. She walks in, and smiles, clicking her tongue, "And there's more than enough to share. Here!" She holds out hte basket to Larias.

Savith grins at teh belch, only to smooth it at Shenshen's entrance. Hmm... he'd still rather hunt for himself.

Rosendo looks over to the new noise, and grins at the colorful elf! Shortly after.... there is a gurgle and something warm and sticky hits Saviths arm.....mmmm Regurgitated Larias DNA

Larias blinks at the timely entrance, warily accepting the basket of foodstuffs. She offers a light smile, "Ah, mm.. Thank you." A glance is given Rosendo and Savith, very nearly giggling at the sight.

Shenshen smiles brightly, turning to giggle at the poor poor Chosen. "He's SO precious," she gurgles, dropping ot sits by the glideress. Savith glances at the spit up, but doesn't rub it in, instead, standing and moving to the pool. With an audience visible, he remains silent, but with his back turned, he makes faces at Rosendo.

Rosendo laughs at his daddys faces, spit up dripping from his chin

Llune amiles at the new arrival, especially intrigued with her dress, the pretty new colors, and the friendliness of the girl, though she's too entrances with the lovely dress that she can barely murmur "thank you" toward Shenshen.

Larias glance sdown, still standing patiently under the attentions of Llune. Sure it looked ok, but underneath, really, it wasn't anything pretty - how long has it gone free and hasn't been brushed well? She tries to make polite conversation with Shenshen, "He is... I'm not sure who he takes after." Really, no one in this family could be called precious. At another random thought, she decides to send to Savith, something of a private nature.

Llune shakes herself out of her color induced trance, "What is your name?" she asks, in that innocent way Llune does, "I'm Llune, I *love* your dress!"

You sense in a locksend, Larias touches your mind, retreats, then touches it again, ever wary, she did after all, wake up in your arms and that thought has not left her since waking, ** I.. am sorry about how I woke up, or woke you up. ** She's obviously confused as to how she got there, ** I'll endeavor not to let it happen again. **

Shenshen giggles, giving hte Chosen a stinigng glance as only she can, "Well, his mother, of course!" She smiles at Llune, wiggling her dark skinned fingers in greeting, "Hi!" Back to Larias, "And I LOVE your dress." It's saidnearly the same time as Llune's is,and she turns her eyes back to hte glideress and giggles. "I'm Shenshen."

You locksend ** Don't fret over it, Larias. The night /was/ cold,** he replies calmly. **Besides, you curled up to me. What was I supposed to do? Shove you to the ground? ** to Larias.

Savith drops to the pool's edge and cleans first Rosendo's face, sticking out tongue and crossing his eyes, before her cleans off his sleeve.

Larias glances down at the dress and smiels weakly, offering a shrug, "It was crafted by Llune." At a lock send though, the smile falters and she swallows hard, moving back to be patient and quiet, once more sending privately.

You sense in a locksend, Larias's sending drops low, quiet, ** I am sorry about that Savith.. I, had thought I apologized for that. ** If only she were still in the Mountain, she;d be a perfect glider right now, ** It will not happen again. I will keep myself under better control in the future. ** Under control - yes, no more gliding savith into the dirt, no more curling up for warmth, she is strong enough in survival skills, she can lay alone, on a snow covered tree branch if she has to - that is, if given the right clothes, which Llune's dresses certainly aren't.

Savith glances up at Larias, a private send, before he turns back to his son.

You locksend to Larias, Savith's mind makes no reply until after his eyes drop to Rosendo. **I didn't say it bothered me.** It WAS cold for him too. THe extra warmth was very nice. **But if that's what you want, I can't realy stop you, can I?**

Llune focuses on a particularly difficult knot, saying gently to Larias, "I'm sorry if this hurts a little.." and a sharp tug is felt as Llune goes to work.

Larias's head jerks up as Llune tugs, but Larias is tough and she makes no noise. Her eys do close though, face schooling to impassive as best she can. Thankfully, Llune has someone else to talk to, and another lover of dresses it seems.

THat she does. Shenshen's a chatter, going on and on about the wonderful clothes Anshen and Shendia make. Just lovely! Yak yak yak.

Llune seems to be listening carefully, asking a few key questions here and there to gather information about the cut of neckline, method of stitching, different materials for beads... All VERY interesting.

You sense in a locksend, Larias doesn't know what to make of his statement, it didn't bother him? Just extra warmth? High Ones, she's so confused. So like her, full of indecision. ** I.. perhaps, as the cold continues, and we are still here then.. Best for Rosendo, between us for the warmth. ** Oh yes, this elfess is confused, not even knowing what she wants, what she can tolerate - silly bird.

It's all, mothsilk this, and gold plate that, and glass charms for decoration. Oh... and can't forget the spring greens. Shenshen's favorite. Matches her eyes.

From afar, Rosendo in a sending ** **

You locksend to Larias, Savith acknowledges it all, noting the confusion, **It would be best for... eh?** His mind pulls away by something.

You locksend to Rosendo, Savith focuses on you, **What is it, son?** WOOO! Called you son!

Savith glances at Rosendo in his arms standing with the baby.

Larias simply continues standing there, motionless, eyes staring off at nothing, taking the brushing in stride. What else is she going to do? No where to go, no where to hide.

From afar, Rosendo in a sending

You locksend to Larias, Savith comes back to you after a moment, **Sorry. Rosendo sent something.** What were we talking about? OH yes, **Anyway, yes, I agree, it would be best for him to stay warm.**

You locksend to Rosendo, Savith focuses on you, your tiny mind, trying to help you, give you that gentle hand to give wings to full thought. **Yes, you want. But tell me, what do you want, Rosendo?**

Rosendo begins wailing again, a frustrated, unhappy sound

Savith shushes softly, pacing, sending to Rosendo, trying to sort it out again. "what what? Hungry again?"

Larias glances over towards Savith and Rosendo, brow furrowing briefly, and then she nods. Not that Savith can see it.  

[ChosenSavith]

Savith supplies Kifah with some Hope.
Logfile from TwoMoons MUSH
"While OnDuty in the Mountain, Savith gives Kifah, a catelf that is in love with Kureel, a bit of hope."

February 24th, 2004 – Kifah’s solo performance



Late at night a vast majority of the Mountain slumbers, though not all in truth, and certainly not the Chosen on duty at the side of the throne; one of the Eight always seems to be there, whether or not the Lord graces her seat or not. One other does not sleep tonight, and it is the catelf's small voice that fills the Hall. Rare is it for Kifah to lift her voice, but the few times she does she truly is gifted, many still remember the night she and Demell performed a duet together here on the very same steps where the little elfess sits now. "All of my life I’ve been in hiding./Wishing there was someone just like you./Now that you're here, now that I’ve found you,/I know that you're the one to pull me through." The song is haunting, the lyrics singing of someone who is beseeching their 'savior' to help them.



Savith is said Chosen on duty at the side of the throne. You know, since one of us ALWAYS has to be here.



And are there many to hear? No, not at all. But Elian's in the area, tiredly hauling his arse back up from the Hall of the Eight with what amounts to a sackful of dirty dishes. It's efficient, after all. And so he gets to cut through the hall en route, and his step slows as he enters - definitely not the usual greeting, no. And who knew the outsider could SING? Weird!



Oh yes, the catelf has an amazing voice actually whether she's humming wordlessly along with Llune or even when she has sung wordless harmony to Demell's melodies played upon his flute. Yet tonight Kifah sings mostly because it's the only thing she finds comfort in, seated beneath one of the tall arched lamps, the stone worked to resemble a bird of sorts. "Deliver me, out of my sadness........ Deliver me, from all of the madness....... Deliver me, courage to guide me...... Deliver me, strength from inside me." Knees hugged to her chest she rests her cheek upon her leathered knee, while her arms hold her in an embrace she needs. No comfort from Savith after all, he's on Duty.



Comfort? What's that? But the song is listened to, and thought about. It puts Savith in that silent pensive mood, thinking over his day, and the recent events in the mountain. Though alert, his gaze is soft and distance, and it is with this calm that the Chosen's eyes trace over Elian as he enters.



Elian takes in the song, yes, and the scene... which means he spots Savith by the throne, of course. And, well, hell, there go any thoughts of pausing to reflect on Kifah and her strange melancholy. Duty calls! Must obey Duty. But in deference, he does try to keep it quiet as he slips through the hall. And by that, of course, we refer to 'as quiet as an ex-shaper-turned-servant gets while bone-weary and lugging a sackful of dirty dishes half his size', by which we mean 'not that bloody quiet'...



The din Elian creates is enough to cause Kifah to pull up short, halting her song as she whips around to see who it is; bloody noisy who ever. "Oh... Elian. Here let me help you." she murmurs, rising from her spot and approaching slowly. Savith can frown all he wants, Llune's probably told him by now the catelf has almost made a pest of herself, coming by at all hours for projects to work on, in some ways the seamstress not being able to sew has provided some therapeutic work for the little elfess to tackle and become more then a touch self absorbed in.



Savith isn't frowning. He's just... not grinning? As the song fails to come to a conclusion, it leaves Savith hanging. Thankfully it wasn't by the wrists this time. A faint sigh might be heard as the Chosen watches the interplay, unfolding then refolding his arms over his chest.



Elian half-smiles, shaking his head for her to stay. Not that it does much good, but he has to make the effort. "Clear skies, Kifah... it's all right, this is my Duty, remember? How am I to learn understanding if others do it for me? You'll end up knowing more about the Chosen and I'll end up not hearing the rest of your song - it's okay, really. How does the Mountain find you today?"



Kifah halts her steps, several words yanking at her as if she had puppet strings tied to her arms and legs. Duty. Chosen. Slowly she sinks back to the stone she was sitting on. "Oh... I'm okay I suppose... not like I have much choice in the matter. " Her voice grows softer by the word. "I didn't mean to get in the way of your Duty, Elian, I'm sorry. "



Good one Elian!! It's like you know Savith or something! wink Readjustment done, he just floats by the throne, listening, watching. He notes just how serious Elian seems to be taking his 'punishment'. That's a good thing, in Savith's book.



Or, y'know... they could be related.... nahhh. Elian tilts his head, shifting his weight as he resettles the bag a little uncomfortably across his bony shoulder. "It's all right, I'm almost done anyway, for now. You've always got a choice, Kifah... are you all right? What's going on?"



Now how to handle this matter given the catelf has come to know where various people stand on the matter of /it/ in the Cage. "Kur-... my mate... he... he ... stupid Recognition!" she bursts out. Well nice try at staying calm, Kifah's lower lip thrusting forward in a slight pout; any tears she had are long since cried. "My mate Recognized that /thing/ in the Cage." At least that came out far more calm and quiet. She's not come to terms with it, but at least she's not bawling her eyes out anymore and trying to hide in the catacombs.



And a very good thing that is too. At Kifah's outburst, one of Savith's brows quirks up and his eyes settle fully upon the Catelf. Interesting.



Elian blinks. "Kureel?!" A long moment passes, the servant's head bowing, lips pursed as he suppresses a bark of laughter. It's so deliciously ironic! And if this were anyone but Kifah - with no Chosen around, of course - he wouldn't have bothered holding back. She's a savage, yes, and the thought of her Recognizing one of their own is almost impossible to grasp... but at the same time... hoo boy... slowly, he glances up again. "It should answer the question of her complicity in the matter once and for all, I think."



Savith's eyes slide toward Elian at the near-outburst, that blink and the sound of Kureel's name upon his lips. Curious...



'I hope she never does!' Kifah thinks to herself, not daring to share her private hope. After all, if the beast doesn't come to heal there are so many possibilities for the little elfess. With a heavy sigh she murmurs, "I guess we'll see." No mention of Kureel's injuries, and the Chosen at the Cage could easily tell Savith that Kifah has done everything possible to avoid the Cage. Best to avoid temptation.



Elian shifts his weight again, stumbling slightly. "...Kifah, I'm sorry, but I really do need to take care of these now. Can we talk later about this?" Preferably after he's had a chance to wash up and catch a nap? Elian's getting good at catching naps when he can, instead of actually getting solid sleep... wonder how that's happening.



Kifah looks tired as well; to little sleep and to much work, she needs to stop pushing herself. Everyone copes in their own way, and Kifah's own words have come back to bite her. "I should go back to his nest and try and sleep." What happened to 'our'? "Sleep well Elian, don't let the jungle bugs bite."



You locksend ** Savith? ** to Savith.



Same place 'our' son goes when Rosendo does something to annoy Larias. Elsewhere. Savith's eyes flicker to Kifah, and his brows lift slightly. Sending? You bet!



You sense in a locksend, Savith replies crisply, the mind of an On Duty Chosen, **Yes, Kifah?**



Elian tilts his head, half-smiling apologetically - and a bit confusedly. "High Ones, I'd hope not... sleep well, Kifah." And off he goes, obedient to Winny's will. Woo!



You locksend to Savith, Kifah is tired and worried, it's been almost a hand of days since the terrible incident occurred and without the Lord to ask (she'd never bother /Her/ over something so 'trivial') ** I'm .. scared. I told Kureel once, when we were speaking of Recognition, that I would never leave my Recognized..... ** The thought trails off, the unspoken question 'do you think he will?' is so easily heard in what her soul says. Obviously Kureel means more to her then most would believe.



That's the problem with Kifah being from the Forevergreen. Every once in awhile the catelf just says some very confusing things. With one last locksend for the Chosen on duty, and a forced smile for Elian ... it's not his fault after all! ... the little elfess drags her feet sleepily back towards the Aerie and the Chosen's Hall. "Clear skies."



Savith's gaze lingers upon Kifah. Watching his face are you? So slight is the motion, it's hard to discern, but it's there. His brows pull together in concern, and his lips pull down ever so lightly into a frown. Thoughts are shared.



You sense in a locksend, Savith is normally a very private Chosen. 'Cept when drunk. wink Your concerns and fears are... troublesome in that Savith moves to take steps to ease them. **There is a difference,** he begins, **between Recognition that creates a child and Recognition that creates Family.** He's learned this, and this he shares, a deep, intimate portion of himself. Only two truly know it: Larias, and Winnowill. Under the words, intertwined with them, are the memories and emotions of his Recognitions. Three of them. And two to beasts, fully wolf-blooded beasts from the world outside. How he loathed it all. He fled the Holt, made no such promised to stay for anyone's sake. Soulmates, perhaps, but NEVER True Mates. Never even so much as friends. Then Larias. A friends from a child hood he doesn't remember, then a victim, then soulmate. And there was the connection he craved. And the promise he gave no other elf: I will stay at your side.



You locksend to Savith, Kifah smiles for a bare moment, at least on the inside where it matters most. An image, the sound of laughter, a bare young Savith and his 'chubby cheeks' (and not the ones on his face!) with Larias chasing him through the halls. ** But you've known Larias ... forever. I will take your thoughts to heart Savith, friend... thank you for the hope. **



Savith shares thoughts, memories. When Kifah replies, he swallows, seems to grow uneasy, then averts his eyes. Have work to do.



You sense in a locksend, Savith grows a bit uncomfortable at the image of himself as so young a glider. **I live to Serve,** he replies softly, the tender and feel of what might have been a warm 'you're welcome' dimmed by that tremor of unease. If you didn't know him better, you'd say he was blushing... NAAAAHHH! It CAN'T be!  

[ChosenSavith]

Another night at the Wolfrider Holt...

Logfile from TwoMoons - Savith.

East Bank of the Silver Run River
The lands of the Abode surround you.
At the rivers edge, a pool has formed, sheltered by huge rocks on the west side, allowing the water there to collect and empty out somewhat at odd intervals. Here it seems a good place for the washing out of leathers, bathing of bodies and general relaxing, though the waters you find are chilled. There is smooth white sand, surprisingly, under your feet and you find yourself smiling at this pleasant place. There are a few trees scattered over the beach, providing shade as well patches of cleared ground. The bank here begins tapering off into thick woods, limbs covered with gaily colored leaves as the holt prepares for the season of DeathSleep. Dead and dying shrubs and undergrowth encroaches all around as the bank blends with and eventually becomes the forest. Tiny bugs zip around at ankle height, and occasionally a fish leaps out to snatch at one of them. It is a cool autumn afternoon. The father tree is quiet as elves and wolves sleep in their dens.

Who knows where Larias and Llune wandered off to earlier in the evening, but they came back, the guards tolerant of their wanderings. Perhaps not thrilled about it, but tolerant, besides, the two glider gals managed -not- to stir up any trouble. Upon returning, Larias said not a word, instead, she took Rosendo from Llune's arms, made a nest of blankets and curled up next to the sleepy hatchling, with all those walls firmly in place, blocking her connection to her Recognized as best she could.

Savith Had worried a bit, but knew they'd be safe under the wolfrider's guard. He'd taken Winddance out, but didn't hunt. Returning fatigued, he laid down and found himself fast asleep long before Larias and Llune returned. Feeling Rosendo settled near him, Savith rolls to set a hand on the child, a fluttering send at him.

A small bubbling send erupts from Rosendo in response to his father, vague notions, sleepy, confusion, wonder, awe. But as quickly as its there, the send fades on the breeze as the babe to falls asleep, he;s had a busy day, managed to even glide himself a little he did! Larias's arm moves as Savith's hand reaches out to set down on the sleeping boy - no, she's not asleep, not yet. Instead, she watches, hands to herself for the moment, paying close attention to Savith's sleeping form. She doe sher best, keeping her own breathing slow and even, eyes just barely open, hmm, is someone spying?

Savith's hand pats teh boy lightly, before he shifts a bit closer to the child. There's a faint smile, relaxed and calm, for once. A sigh, and he continues sleeping peacefully, murmuring softly, incoherently. That rouge curl falls across his forehead, and for once he doesn't move to push it aside. His body is relaxed, neither tense nor aggitated.

Larias's eyes close a moment, just barely cracking the door to that connection open, sensing feeling as gently as she can. IS he well? Is he dreaming? Brows furrow deeply as she recollects the conversation with the strange wolfrider watching over the Underworlders. To much to think about, her eyes end up staying shut after all, that feigned sleep turning genuine after moments.

You locksend to Larias, Savith is truely asleep, and half dreaming. Pleasant thoughts. A mixture of half-remembered happy moments with a blurring shadow, then a more clear Llune, bleeding into future hopes of what Rosendo's childhood may hold in stor for him. Ther eis a sense of darkness though, a hint that there's that guilt, hidden just bleow the surface.

You sense in a locksend, Larias's mind once again goes out in search of yours, in search of an end to the loneliness which creeps up on her in the waking world. Like a wraith that awareness moves about, searching for the center of your being, through the darkness and guilt, for the moment, not wishing to dwell on her own.

You locksend to Larias, Savith is pulled from the pleasant dreams, as if noticing something is missing. Here, acting as he would when alone with his mother and mother alone, he turns to locate the source, calling and reaching out with a hand, **Larias.**

You sense in a locksend, Larias pulls up short as her name is called, turning in the vast expanse, spinning to search for the sender. There is confusion in her sending as she responds, ** Savith? ** Worry filters through, then fear, ** Where are you? **

You locksend to Larias, Savith summons Larias to him, feeling for her through that bond of souls, to draw her near. **Here, darling. Right here,** he replies, so muddled with pleasant dreams and thoughts, he seems unaware what he said. In his dreams, here, he's not in uniform, but rather one of Llune's fabulous outfits. Deep down, he likes dressing up. He likes the faint lingering of eyes the cut and color causes. And here, that which is deep down is now on the forefront.

You sense in a locksend, Larias flies towards the summons straight and true, fast and furious, her eager approach halting abruptly as she catches sight of the garment. A light smile dances in her eyes, reflecting the very same upon her lips, ** You look... ** She shakes her head, uncertain what to say, ** I don't believe striking is quite right, nor stunning. ** So much more he seems here, to her, he is the grandeur of the ages, amplified by that which Llune has crafted for him, in his dreams anyway.

You locksend to Larias, Savith is grand, is he not. Well, not so much in his dreams, as a memory of an outfit she made for him once, that he wore before informed he was going to be training in earnest. A soft chuckle escapes him, a pleasant smile, and he motions Larias to a hand, turning to watch Rosendo, older in his mind than in real life, playing. Odd though, that the child seems a touch wilder than full glider, yet a touch older than a wolfblooded child, as the wildness would suggest. Like a mix of everything he wishes, playing with stones, shifting them from toy to toy at a whim.

You sense in a locksend, Larias's wraithlike form coalesces into something more solid, dark thoughts swirling her like a cloud, coming to shape in the form of her old Chosen's garb, the garb that she wore for a turn if she's lucky. Her smile from before fades, watching the rock shaping strange child that is and is not her own son. A hand rests on the talon-whip at her side. ** He will be strong no doubt, when his growing is done. But to what end will he be strong for? **

You locksend to Larias, Savith doesn't glance back at Larias, watching the child, **For the glory and growth of the mountain, of course. A shaper beyond what we've seen. A Chosen to outfly Kureel. And a Dreamer of the likes not seen since Voll.** Such high espectations. But those dark thoughts can't but filter in, shifting the shadows at the edge of his mind, reminding him of those fears. He seems pulled away by the darkness, and Rosendo looks up and around, as if suddenly alone. The child's mind, in his dream, nightmare, cries out, **Father?!** But it's not the feel of Rosendo's mind, but Wildstrom's Wolfflames, and his own! And the warm rock chambers turns dark and cold.

You sense in a locksend, Larias's form shifts its location, her garb quickly changing to a sliced tunic and breeches which don't quite fit. Her hands move to grip the stone bars which hold her in the shadowy darkness, eyes wide as she looks out, towards where you are, sparing a flickered glance for the cry that is a remembered send from WolfFlame. She responds much more freely than she did so long ago, ** Get them out WolfFlame, Leave him be, I will see to their amusement, just keep them out! **

You locksend to Larias, Savith is floating outside the Cage into which Larias is trapped. Caught up in the mounting shared nightmare, his scene is a dark forest, frightening and foreign. The cries from the two girls continue as he hides in a shadow, watching them coldly. Unheard to them, his thoughts are clear, "A waste. Both of you. Leave me be." Yet with those cold words, he can't help but argue with himself, "You're leaving them... just like you were left. Well, of course. They are just as worthless. More so." Larias's send gets his attention, pulling him back closer to the present. Finding himself suddently before the Cage, he peers down at Larias. A sneer on his face. "She should have died, you know."

Savith is asleep in the shelter, as he has been since Llune and Larias's return to camp. Larias has set the baby down between them, and Savith snuggled close to his son. As Larias feel asleep, Savith seemed to be dreaming happily, but now, his brow is furrowed, and a few faint groans can be herad from him.

You sense in a locksend, Larias's form moves back, away from the ars of the cages, she looks haggard and worn down. Though the fear and worry is unmistakable in her eyes, she spits back, "I traded my life for hers. I am glad she lives." But then, another ghostlike Chosen's image comes to the cage, and true fear and terror take the place of her near pride. "I'll speak, I'll tell you the truth!" She very nearly screams, "Just don't make me send or touch me! Please!"

Larias's own brows are drawn down, her expression, though smudged by sleep, is not a pleasant one, her muscles all tense and tight. Lips form to make words, though there is no breath to give those words voice.

You locksend to Larias, Savith reacts, as the terror over takes Larias, puts his back to hte bars, facing the shadowy figure. The children long forgotten, he sneers at the form, suddenly in uniform. "She is no longer your toy, Tsoran. Go away," he commands, voice cold. Tsoran laughs at him, the sound shivering through the dream.

Savith groans, a hand reaching past he child for Larias, as if to steading her in midflight. He groans something, something like, "toy".

In a patch of sunshine Llune mends some of Savith's uniforms, humming softly so as not to wake the little sleeping family... Too far away to hear either of their sleeping murmurs, Llune's happy in her own bubble of nice thoughts. There are a few dresses hanging over tree branches, dripping but clean, and Llune herself has managed to bathe and scrub out those pesky grass stains from her pretty white dress, though she *is* entertaining the idea of changing into something else for a few days...

You sense in a locksend, Larias's presses her back tight against the imaged wall of the cage. Her eyes look to Savith, actually shrinking from him as well, "Toy? Is that what I am to you to?" A pauses and the elfess crumbles to the cage floor as she so often did when these two stood outside her prison in the Mountain. Her soul shudders, a deep sorrow opening up, threatening to swallow her whole, she cries as she speaks, head against the stone floor, "Reed... she was right.. oh High ones why?! I can't turn from you now, ever..." She sobs again, speaking inbetween random breathy intakes of air, "A toy, nothing more, if you call I will answer... nothing more than a traitor, led around by my emotions."

Larias's form begins to shudder, tears trickling down the elfess's cheeks as she slumbers, face drawn up in panic and fear - and sorrow.

You locksend to Larias, Savith fights with both his inner demons, and Larias's sadness all in one, the shape of a dark dark shadow vaguely of Tsoran's form. While fighting, pressed against hte bars, the thorns tearing into his back, he tries to get out, "Not... my .. toy... Not his toy. My soul... AAHH!"

Savith shuffles in his sleep, brows furrowing. His shoulders roll uncomfortably as he lets out a breath.

Larias's slumbering form curls up a bit, perhaps from cold, or perhaps from a dream. She mumbles incoherently in her sleep, "...dare... done.... him"

You sense in a locksend, Larias's mind seems locked into this nightmare, fighting with herself as much as you and the conjured vision of Tsoran. She forces herself up into a standing position, obediently following some remembered order to rise and approach the bars. Another form appears in the cage with her, that of a wolfrider lass, barely recalled, an outline nothing more. Whispered words, "Yes you can. I do." And Larias turns to look at the maiden incredulously, a sharp order spinning her back to forefront. She grabs the bars on either side of Savith's form, her words nearly sobbing as she speaks them, "But how can I? I don't dare... Not after all thats been said and done, what of him?"

Llune finishes a piece of mending and lays it gently on top of the pile of other finished mending, then moves to the shelter, being careful not to wake anyone... Oh... The bags are *in* the shelter, on the other side of the sleepers... Well... Llune pauses a moment to determine a path that would keep her from waking up the little group, and, that done, moves in, picking daintily between their arms and legs, stooping all the while in the low shelter, moving toward the travel supplies... Almost there... Almost... Her foot taps Larias on the inside of the arm, and Llune pauses, holding her breath... But nothing, the two sleep on.. Funny, they look a bit troubled, but no matter... She sorts through the bags and extracts the items she needs - a few pieces of fabric, some extra thread... She turns to leave the shelter, trips over her own feet, and sprawls on top of the two, thankfully missing the sleeping Rosendo.

You locksend to Larias, Savith sturggles against the dream-manifestations, feeling himself losing, but unwilling to give in. His words are for the darkness, "No! YOu can't have her! Leave us be!" And then....

Savith's form, tense and shaky from a nightmare, starts awake as his Mother falls on him. But, he doesn't notice it's Llune, and still thinking it is the shadow creature from his mind, he leashes out in fear, hands not too effective in trying to grab at flesh. Especially considering which direction he's facing, much of what he grabs to may just as well be Larias or the child.

Caught up in the nightmare, small beads of perspiration have formed on Larias's brow. As something touches her, she cringes, and then, when weight (however slight) lands upon her, pale eyes snap open. Her mouth opens in the form of an O, a soundless scream given as she abruptly glides up and backwards careless, fully expecting to thump into a wall, rather than hurtling across the small glade and whamming into a tree instead, the wind getting knocked out of her.

Llune scrambles up from on top of the two obviously pretty freaked out gliders, grabbing up little Rosendo, still miraculously sleeping, and scooting away from Savith's groping hands, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" She murmurs softly, soothingly... As Larias flings herself from the shelter, Llune can do nothing but watch in awe... What a WILD wake-up routine! She looks back at Savith, who is slowly coming back to reality (we hope) and repeats, just as softly, just as soothingly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to.. I'm sorry... Just go back to sleep, I'm sorry, I'll go... I'm sorry..."

Savith sits up fully, shouting as he too feel Larias hit a tree, minds linked now finding it difficult to unravel themselves. "No! I said you can't have her," he shouts at nothing, eyes unfocused. He blinks himself more awake, "Take your hate out... on... me?" What the-? Eyes settling first on Llune, he lets out a breath, then moves from the shelter, "Where's Larias?" Oooh.. concern!

Llune is more than just confused at Savith's words and stops her apology to stare at him open mouthed. Take what out on who? Huh?! "She's out there..." Llune stammers...

Larias lets out an 'ooof!" as her magic cuts out on her rather abruptly, dropping a few feet to land on the ground rather hard. She ends up sprawled on the ground, no bit of grace about her at all, pushing herself up, eyes blinking back sleep, though her mind holds onto the image in the dream a moment longer, a plaintive one word question is given, "Free?" And now, her poor dress, dirty and now with holes in it too from the rough slam into a tree.

Savith rockets to Larias's side, hesitant to reach out for her as he drops to a knee. Eyes confirming what his mind knows, he lets out a sigh of relief. Whole and in one piece. He nods to her replying softly, "Mostly, though Cutter has kept guards on us."

Llune, the most conscious of all present, stands with Rose and rushes to Larias' side, missing her exclamation, and places a hand gently on her shoulder, "Are you okay? Let me help you up..."

Larias flinches from the touch, leaning as much as possible to get away from the hand on her shoulder. Confusion is written all over her face, the pain of her bump and land style brushed aside. A murmured word, "Cutter?" Who's that her expression read? She reaches up, rubbing the back of her head, hmm, that doesn't feel well.

Savith leans back to his heels, keeping his hands from Larias. In reply, he sends to Larias, **Cutter, Chief of the Wolfriders at LostHolt, where we flew that you may recieve healing for the birth of Rosendo.** Not long ago he'd not have cared, and would have just left her to her confusion, but...

At Larias' cringe, Llune quickly pulls her hand away... Oh, so it's like that now... Geez, I didn't MEAN to wake you up... Llune moves away from the two, humming to baby and feeling a little sad... Stupid big feet. *sigh*

Larias blinks at Savith, uncomprehending for a moment. But then, the fog of a nightmare lifts fully from her eyes, as does the shock of waking up with a tree ramming her in the back. She nods absently, taking things rather slowly. Abruptly she pushes herself to her feet, a tad unsteady, and a wince, hmm, bruised a few things doing that she did.

Savith stands, flicking one last thought at Larias before he turns to check on Llune, **You seem whole and unbroken?**

Swaying slowly back and forth across the edge of the clearing , humming to the baby and trying really hard not to think about Larias' coldness... Mat've had a bad dream. yeah, that's it. She doesn't hate me now for waking her up.. She's just... Ah... Grumpy... Yeah... As Rosendo stirs - still asleep somehow, but coming closer to waking - she coos at him, "Oooh, little one, little guy... Sleep, sleep..." And she continues humming a familiar lullaby.

Larias bobs her head in response to Savith's question, answering with voice, "I am." She swallows, mm, yes a few things tender, but nothing is broken. Rather than walk, she lifts into the air, eyes following after Llune, a grown forms as she plays out the events, recalling them as well as one trying to look through mud. Bad dreams, waking up freaked out, against a tree, Llune looks upset, Savith's in a tizzy. Her head hangs low and she lets out a sigh, sending softly, ** I.. am sorry... ** A pause, ** I.. must have let, my dreams control me.. again. ** Hrrmm, maybe talking to Leetah wasn't such a dandy of an idea after all.

Savith flies to Llune, commenting softly, "You did only if I did." He remembers what he shouted there, upon waking, though the rest just seems terrifying. Memories of leaving the girls, memories of watching Larias's torture, then a black form, nameless, shapeless. Almost Tsoran, Winnowill, everything, fear, and hate all mixed into one. To Llune, trying to brush away the darkness, he asks, "Is he alright?"

Savith flies to Llune, commenting softly, "You did only if I did." He remembers what he shouted there, upon waking, though the rest just seems terrifying. Memories of leaving the girls, memories of watching Larias's torture, then a black form, nameless, shapeless. Almost Tsoran, Winnowill, everything, fear, and hate all mixed into one. To Llune, trying to brush away the darkness, he asks, "Is he alright?" (REPOSE)

Llune smiles, a little sadly, though she hardly lets it show - it's only apparent to Savith because he's known her intimately for so very, very long... "Of course, though I think he's a little hungry, he seems to be waking up a bit... I'll rock him and see if he'll sleep for a little while longer," she says softly, the vibration of her chest soothing the child back into a happier dreamland...

Larias drifts back over to the shelter, eyes down, not looking at anyone for the moment. Silently she's cursing herself, cursing her fears and dreams all at once. A flicker of a thought is sent to Llune, as she once again tries to steady her walls in place, blocking anything from leaking out to her Recognized that she doesn't wish too.

Savith nods to Llune, noticing the disappointment. What always made her happy when things saddened her? Why this, of course: "Do you have something warmer I could wear, Mother? Whitecold will be here before we know it. I didn't think we'd be gone so long."

Llune seems to be concentrating on something else, then smiles again at Savith, this time closer to genuine, though still a little worried - she masks it well, and it comes out fatigued. "Of course I do, dear. There," she nods to one of the satchels in the shelter, "There are a couple of items, for you and Larias *and* little Rosendo." She shrugs one shoulder, "I figured we'd get to them when the time came."

Larias settles a little roughly on the ground, quickly moving to sit rather than stay standing, man does her back hurt, and her rump to for that matter. A glance is given as she sends a flicker of thought towards Llune, then a bit of a smile, guarded though the expression may be. She ermains quiet, trying to sort through her nightmare, somehow, it was different than it used to be.

Savith nods to Llune and moves toward the shelter. He glances at Larias, a touch of concern still lingering after the nightmare, before he ducks his head and moves to step to the back of the shelter. **Which, Mother?**

Llune motions to the right with her head, "the last one... See? The little rolled up packages?" Rosendo squirms a bit in his sleep, hunger beginning to outweigh sleepiness, and with all the sending and speaking going "I think he's waking up..." Llune turns to look at Larias,, then glances at Savith, "I think he may've messed himself in his sleep..."

Larias's nose wrinkles at the thought. She lets out a light cough before speaking, "Well.. if thats the case. Why don't I take him after he's been cleaned." She is sore after all :p

You sense in a locksend, Larias seems to passively note some level of concern, and though her walls are firmly in place, one breaks down just enough to let you know, she is ok, sore, bruised, nothing more really.. But behind that wall, for the moment its down, a stormy sea, dammed up, just waiting for the wall to well and truly crack.

Savith collects the outfit and stands to go by to Llune. He's about to send that he will cleant he babe first, but something stops him. He turns to regard Larias, and send privately.

You locksend to Larias, Savith senses the storm behind the wall, but instead of probing, he offers a shoulder of sorts, to lean on, and rebuild as best you can.

Llune turns toward Savith, "Here, let him wake up with daddy." She almost coos - it's not clear if it's toward LIttle rosendo, or *her* little baby, Savith.

Larias though pleased no one's going to force her change the yucky baby butt, there is no outward show of that pleasure. It could be the pain, it could be something else. She shifts where she sits under the shelter, pulling a blanket over her lap, it is cold after all. Then, she shifts again, trying to get comfortable, finally ending up on her side. A glance is given savith, and she replies to something out loud rather than via sending, "Thank you.. but, not right now. I can't." Or the dam will come crashing down.

Llune trades baby bundle for clothing bundle, then moves the packages to under a pine tree...

Savith gives Larias a nod, then moves to trade with Llune. Baby for a masterpiece of cloth and feathers. "I'll take him, Mother," he says softly, taking the baby. Just in time too, for his little eyes open. "There's a boy."

Llune smiles at the waking baby, any sadness or anything at all unhappy completely forgotten in his toothless little smile, "Aww.." She says, then manages the rolled bits of cloth, "I guess perhaps we should open these a bit later... But first, here..." She hands Savith a rolled bunch, of a thick wool/velvet material in deepest blue, "To warm up with..."

Larias gingerly lays back, closing her eyes, though she is no where near sleeping now, and likely no time in the futire considering Rosendo will be ready to eat soon as he's clean. She sends off towards Llune, a tight thin line of private communication.

Savith takes the bundle with a soft thanks and moves to the nearing icy stream. He frowns, this won't do for long. It'll be too cold for the child ffar too soon! He unwraps the boy gurgling, twittering, and cooing at him to keep him occupied until he's clean. But hte water is too cold, and its not long before he's complaining about it.

"If you would.. that would be much appreciated." Now what in the world is Larias babbling about?

Llune places the packages on the ground, not concentrating fully on what she's doing, then blinks and looks toward the fussing Rosendo, "Savith, it's too cold! We'll need to heat some water, I suppose..."

Savith finishes cleaning quickly and dries him with the clean towel given to him by Llune. "I know, mother, but do you think they'd let us have a fire here?" He stands and moves over, Rosendo hushing now that he's warm and clean. "And it's not so cold, but it will be soon. I'll get a decision tonight."

Larias lifts her head to look at Savith, "A decision?" Then it hits her, and she oo's before he can answer, "I suppose.. we will need to know soon, yes?"

Savith nods to Larias, moving to kneel at her side and hand the child over, "We will. If we can not stay, We'll be goingto Sorrow's End." Oh, not home?

Llune coughs slightly, "But, Savith, we can't live in the *wild* during a cold season!

Larias's mouth curls up, just a bit as a smile starts to form. A hand goes to cover said mouth, trying to turn a chuckle into a cough, but then oo, that hurts just a bit. She corrects Llune, "Sorrow's End is in the desert, there is no cold there." Ahh, but there are friends, some whom she can talk to freely and easily.

Savith chuckles softly as well, sitting to tap Larias lightly. "She's right mother, no cold, ever, except perhaps at night." To Larias, he says softly, "He's clean for you."

Llune ooooohhhhhhs. "Well, why didn't you say so, sillies! Are there... Ah... trees to live in...?" She smiles, politely, used to her soft cushions and not the ground (or tree branch) with a few furs thrown over it, though deeply apologetic about this fact...

Larias's arm tenses at the tap, but, forcibly she schools her expression, relaxing the taut muscles without flitting off into yet another tree. Gingerly she reaches out to accept Rosendo from Savith, already set to feed the bottomless pit of a hatchling. Her words to him are soft, quiet, guarded? "Thank you." A bit louder, she speaks to Llune, "There are virtually no trees. The desert can't support that kind of life.. There are huts though, very comfortable. Sleeping cushions and all."

Savith glances at Llune, and sends her visions of the Fesitval of Flood and Flower, all color and blooming things, bright and carefree, the music, the drinks, the happy villagers. "Very comfortable."

Llune nearly swoons at the send! Ah, the colors! Ah, the brightness! Ah, the happy festivalness! It's like, this is were Llune belongs, "Oh..." She says, enraptured, "Oh, could we??" She turns shining eyes on Savith, "Just so I can meet the tailor?!"

Larias lays down, positioning Rosendo so he can lay next to her and suckle at the same time. Ooo, someone's getting comfortable with this whole motherhood thing, scary thought, no? A bit of a chuckle comes from the back of Larias's throat, perhaps.. we should go anyway, just for Llune's sake." She turns her head to regard Llune briefly, "Else you'll never forgive, will you?"

Savith sighs softly. And moves to stand and change, "We'll see what happens. Perhaps we can visit closer to new green, when the festivals are held."

Llune looks pointedly at Savith as she squats beside the mound of gifts, "Savith, how long are we going to be staying outside the mountain... I thought this was just so we could get Larias a healer... Shouldn't we be heading back that way? I know we will be in trouble, but shouldn't we just go *home* for winter? We can wander about later on..."

Larias speaks softly, "Llune... when we return to the Mountain, I highly doubt any of us will be allowed to, as you say.. wander. Rules have been broken, Rosendo of the Mountain hasn't even graced its halls." She pauses, her gaze resting on her childs form, "We are all traitors now..." the voice softens, "Even if we shall return willingly."

Savith steps behind a tree, only to hang his head. Him. A traitor. Well, Larias is right. He is, isn't he? Stolen a bondbird. Stolen the Semtress. Stolen a child. And stolen a mother and the infant too. He's lucky he didn't have to render someone open on the way out. With those walls up, would Larias notice the fear?

Llune sighs, "Well, we would never have needed to leave if Winnowill was herself in the mountain we would never have needed to leave... Staying away is what could get us into some trouble... And perhaps she's not even back yet?"

Larias is thankful she has the child to stare at, at the moment anyway. And no, she can not feel anything, not through the walls she has so firmly in place at the moment. A shrug is offerd to Llune's statement, "The Lord of the Mountain does as she will. Who are you or I to question it?" Mmm, is someone playing devil's advocate, or resigning themselves to a dark fate?

Or both? Savith takes a steadying breath, then steps out of uniform and into the outfit his mother made for winter.

Llune smiles, "Oh, that's silly. Winnowill works for the good of *all* of us. We haven't done anything wrong, we've *helped* elf-kind! She should be *thank*ing us when we get home..."

Larias smirks, having had first hand experience with Winny's kindness. Her heart is not in the statement, its quite obvious she does not believe, "Perhaps you are right llune... There may be a chance she will see reason and understand." Ha, yeah right!

Savith steps out from behind the tree, adjusting hte cloak on his shoulders. He glances at Llune, "As I said, you both will make sure the blame is mine."

Larias glances over at Savith as he steps out into view again, quickly looking back at Rosendo, though there is just the barest hint of pink in her cheeks. Perhaps odd for her, she makes no remark about what she will do when she returns to the Mountain, though, what chance is there she will let savith take the blame? I mean really, Lari -loves- to tick off Winnowill.

Llune sighs, "My son, the blame is not yours alone - we are all capable of making our own decisions. I could have FOUND a way back. We all came willingly, to do what was best for Larias, for Rosendo, and for the mountain. What did she *expect* us to do?  

[ChosenSavith]

Moving into a new home....

Logfile from TwoMoons - Savith.

East Bank of the Silver Run River
The lands of the Abode surround you.
At the rivers edge, a pool has formed, sheltered by huge rocks on the west side, allowing the water there to collect and empty out somewhat at odd intervals. Here it seems a good place for the washing out of leathers, bathing of bodies and general relaxing, though the waters you find are chilled. There is smooth white sand, surprisingly, under your feet and you find yourself smiling at this pleasant place. There are a few trees scattered over the beach, providing shade as well patches of cleared ground. The bank here begins tapering off into thick woods, limbs covered with gaily colored leaves as the holt prepares for the season of DeathSleep. Dead and dying shrubs and undergrowth encroaches all around as the bank blends with and eventually becomes the forest. Tiny bugs zip around at ankle height, and occasionally a fish leaps out to snatch at one of them. It is a cool autumn afternoon. The father tree is quiet as elves and wolves sleep in their dens.

A full day and night has passed since both Larias and Savith woke up in the middle of their shared nightmare. During that time, save for the short conversation soon after that rude awakening, Larias hasn't been very communicative, rarely speaking or sending more than a word. Her shields, protecting self, preserving thoughts have been up the entire time, shutting herself off from her Recognized as best she can. Sleep has not come, and with the daystar once again beginning its descent, the elfess is looking a bit haggard. What thoughts could keep her so on guard she won't let herself sleep, for fear they may leak through. But at last, the sound of her throat clearing rings loud in the silent glade, and she finally does speak from where she lays in the shelter, feeling to tired to move herself, "Could... I have some water? Please?" Aww, and polite, something is up.

Savith has been sitting about, resting, loafing, bored really. If Larias doesn't talk, he doesn't either, giving her her space and privacy. The sound of her voice is a bit of a startle, after so long in silence. A glance at Larias, and he gets up and collects a waterskin. As he lifts it, it's too light, and so to the pool, where he fills it from the upstream flow of water before flying to Larias and holding the waterskin out to her.

Larias pushes herself to an upright position, using one hand to keep herself steadied. She glances up as Savith nears, though quickly looks back down again as she takes the skin, face schooling into non-expression, as best she can anyway. Closing her eyes she drinks deeply, several long draughts of the fresh clear liquid. Heedless of the work of art Llune has crafted in the form of a dress, she wipes her lips dry with the back of her arm. A half murmured "Thank you" before she hands it back. Her knees draw up, keeping the blanket on her lower half for warmth, her arms wrapping loosely about her legs.

Savith watches Larias as she drinks, but keeps his mind to himself. Silent. He collects the waterskin when she finishes with it, wordlessly nodding his reply to her murmured thank you. With a thought, it is rehung on a small branch, and Savith turns to stand and float away, once more giving Larias her privacy. Stupid Chosen. Don't you realize she doesn't like being alone?

With his back turned to her, Larias lifts her head, her eyes following his every move. For those watching, its quite obvious she is studying her fellow Chosen, forehead marred by tiny furrows as she memorizes every single detail of his gliding form. Since there is no need to mask her emotions, some play in her eyes, though the watchers don't know her so well as to be able to read them. Very nearly a smile forms as a random thought drifts by. How long has it been since she's eaten? Time to remedy that, once again her eyes dropping down, face smoothing over, voice carrying out towards him, "Is there.. anything left from the basket brought by the Villager?"

Savith's face held a touch of concern at Larias's silence. The raging he can handle. The curt words he can handle. The nightmares, well, he'll learn to handle them. But this? Dropping to the ground by the pool where he can over look the river, he's about to get comfortable when Larias's voice sops him. Food? He nods and stands again, moving toward where he stashed the basket. Looking in, he checks. Just enough. Taking the basket, he flies to Larias and drops to kneeling again to hand the basket over, again, wordlessly.

Without bothering to look, a hand reaches in, blindly selecting something that feels vaguely edible. She doesn't even bother to look before she brings what happens to be a piece of dried meat to her lips. She lifts her head just slightly taking the bite, using the motion as an excuse to glance at Savith as he kneels. A small nibble is taken, chewed and swallowed. Again, she lets the silence hang thick in the air several moments before she speaks again. "Thank you..." There is a tremor in her voice, a frown as she note sit, then, with a sigh she speaks softly, hoping the words do not carry to the sharp wolfrider ears abounding, "What do you think of me?"

Savith waits until Larias says thank you before he starts to stand to go. Just as he tenses to start to rise, Larias speaks again. What does he think of her? What DOES he think of her? Settling to the ground cross-legged, he ponders a moment. That's a good question. Finally, in a voice just as soft, he replies, "Do you want a polite answer, or an honest answer?"

The corner's of her mouth twitch, so very nearly the impassive mask is broken. Larias finds herself having to look down, mm, yes, look at the basket, maybe theres something aside from the dried meat worth eating in there. Her soft voice murmurs, "An honest one," a light pause before once again she is polite, "please."

Honest. Okay. You asked for it. "When we first met, I didn't care about you. Just another glider. Then a traitor. Everything I despised," Savith begins, voice soft. His eyes too drop to the basket. "Then at Raft Holt, you were at first a bargaining tool, or so I hoped, but after those dreams." He pauses again, remembering those dark nightmares he fought so hard to remove from you. The memory makes him shudder slightly. "Then, another thing I hurt, like Wildstorm," he continues, his voice cracking to near a whisper at the name. He knew she died merely a turn or so after he abandoned them. He's silent a moment, as if not goingto say more, then he picks up again. "When... eyes met eyes," he whispers, "You seemed the thing that would end me. When I found you again at Grove, there was hope, finally. A chance to set some things right, fix what I had destroyed, ask forgiveness of what I had destroyed... and pure blooded." He tried to smile, shaking his head slightly, eyes still downcast, "You've no idea now complete it makes me feel sometimes. Despite all your moods, there's times when... I feel whole again."

Her pale eyes remain locked on the basket, though her attention is well and truly on Savith's reply. She remains still and motionless throughout his soft speech. Her expression so very nearly threatens to crack at the mention of her nightmares, again when he speaks of eyes meeting eyes. And to keep her face schooled to calm, Larias closes her eyes as he speaks the last. It takes a few moments before she trusts her voice to respond, evenly, "I see." She swallows, opening her eyes once more, staring at the tops of her blanket covered knees, "Thank you." Her mouth opens to say more, but, she refrains, instead, letting the silence fall one more.

Savith waits a moment, not looking up into her face. Her reply, so flat and monotone, he finds his throat dry from it. When she says thank you, he nods, and stands to fly away again. So much like a good Chosen, dismissed once a report is given to His Lord.

She doesn't even have to look over to note his motion. Her position shifts, allowing her to bend her head and place forehead to knees. The mask falls, not that anyone can see it, considering the position she has pretzelled herself into. Rather than comment on the last of what he said, she murmurs softly into her legs, "And have you... have you set things right? Been forgiven?"

Savith stops a few steps away, and turns to look back. "I'm sorry," he says, "What was that?" He's not sure what she said.

Larias doesn't bother to lift her head, merely turning it to the side, her cheek resting where her forehead had been. Her eyes are clouded, deep troubled thoughts abounding, so easy to see, but still she tries to keep that connection, tat tie of souls choked off. Barely louder than before, its easier to understand now that she's not speaking to her legs, "Have you set things right and been forgiven?"

Savith's head tilts to the side. He can see her trouble, the cloud in her eyes, but... High ones! She's blocking him from it? Floating back over, he sits, and waits until he has her full attention before replying. "I don't know. You tell me."

Her attention hasn't wavered since she actually managed to bring herself to speak and ask for water and food, though, now that the basket is near, it remains untouched. She turns her head away, lifting it just enough to once more erst her chin on the tops of her knees. A deep breath is taken, her shoulders tense as she speaks, "And if I said yes...?"

Savith watches Larias silently, eyes never wwavering from her form. HE listens to her words, leaning back on his hands. If she said yes... "I'd say thank you," he replies, musing it over, as if workin gout a script with her, for her. "Then probably try not to screw up again."

Larias hehs softly, her shoulders jumping slightly with the sound. "And what could you possibly do, that would 'screw up'? Once forgiveness is given, it can't be taken away." Can it? Not so far as she understands. With her thoughts weighing heavily on her, Larias's shoulders sag, that tenuous choke hold on the tie of souls loosening just a bit.

Savith grins faintly as Larias almost chuckles. "Any number of things, actually," he replies, tone less than flat and cold. "And no, it can't be taken away, but the trust gained from it, can be torn apart. As I'm sure you're aware, trust is abnormally hard to rebuild."

'Especially when it is yourself you can't trust.' The thought resounds loudly within her, as once again she moves to lay her head on her knees, arms wrapping snugly between calves and thighs - such a cute little glider ball she makes right now. Voice still s distilled of emotion as she can muster, Larias responds, "Trust is... something I don't find myself understanding anymore." Again, lips threaten to break that mask as the corners twitch upwards, "Perhaps I never did. Alone to long I suppose.How to deal with others, how to express, it hardly makes sense most of the time."

Savith nods. "Well, we are timeless," he replies softly. He pauses a moment, then lifts his gaze to her face again. "That's why you're not letting me in, huh? "

Larias swallows hard, pale eyes closing as her shoulders roll in a shrug. "No.. actually, thats not why." She pauses briefly, a deep breath taken, then let out slowly, "Its a mess in here. You'd not want to see or feel it right now." Her voice drops to but a bare whisper, "High Ones know, I certainly don't."

Savith nods, then moves to stand. "Well, some seem to think things are easier when shared, but I'm not going to press. IF you want to be alone, that's fine. I'm going over there until you're not going to mope on yourself." It's not said cruely, or coldly, just said. Here without anyone that's going to remmebr past a season or so, and no one that is really going to care, he's bit more open than in the mountain, or the village.

Ahh, but there is someone that will recall past a season or more razz The one he speaks to, she is as timeless as he, and older by how many turns of the seasons? Before he can stand, she reaches out in a quick smooth motion, a hand reaching out fumbling for one of his own. Her voice cracks as she speaks, "I.. didn't say, I wanted to be... alone."

Savith stops as Larias takes his hand. He pauses there a moment, looking down at her. Her voice cracks, and he waits anohter heartbeat longer, then he drops to sit at her side again. "You gave the impression," he comments, settling himself more comfortably. "We've been given a guest den for the winter, until you're feeling up to traveling again." He pauses, hand still in hers, and gives it a very subtle squeeze, an oddly affectionate gesture, "So I leave the decision to you, since that's whom this whole trip was for."

A sigh of relief is given as he once again settles down beside her. Odd perhaps, but she does not retract her hand, for the moment, taking a slight amount of comfort. "I could travel now," her voice trails off, hmm, yes, this is better, something to think about other than trying to sort herself out, "Its Rosendo I am not certain of, and their Healer, she may need... help."

Savith tilts his head. After all she's done... "Help? Do you think she will need a quick way to get to her birthplace?" Yes, he remembers her open sent dreams, and the wails they caused in the child.

"She may, it was Savah that finally was able to aid me in full..." Larias squeezes your hand once more before loosening the grip. If he were to loosen as well, her hand would fall, touching no more. "She is a Healer though, and perhaps that will be enough. She.. hadn't realized, why the dreams were there. I think the knowledge, may have given her strength."

Savith lets go fully only if Larisa let's go. Though as she loosens her grip, he starts to, before he decides that the slight lowerig her defenses at the light chatter, the physical contact is helping. So, he grips the grip, though light and firm all at once. He nods softly, "If asked, I'm sure we can find a way to accomidate her, though it may mean leaveing someone behind." Out the group, he's more inclided to leave Volek, but still, the decision will be hard, "It's that or I take her alone, and return.

A smile actually manages to make its way upon her face, albeit briefly, "Do you really think they would allow such Savith?" She sits fully upright, shaking her head, "I doubt they would be willing to trust her in your care for such a trip. Not as she is right now anyway." The smile fades, her head drops back down once more to rest on her knees, still she doe snot retract her hand. "Her dreams... High Ones Savith, she shared them all with me."

Savith shurgs, "I can offer, can't I? And to mae the trip as quick as possible, I'll travel alone. Surely they'll understand that with you all in their care, there is nothing I could do to harm her. Not and risk harm to you, and Mother, and Rosendo, and Volek." At her smile fades, and Larias drops her head again, he squeezes her hand gently again. He nods, at the knowledge, and almost seems to lean forward, "If there's somethign for you...."

"Something for me?" She turns her head to the side, cheek to her knees, regarding him thoughtfully, perplexed. Yes, she is relaxing... some.

Savith nods to Larias, sititng by her side just at the edge of hte shelter. They've yet to move into the guest Den (OOC: WHICH, btw, is inthe Hollow Tree where Piper and Darkedge live, than where I lead you the other day.). Savith's eyes hold a touch of concern for Larias. Hidden by the blankets over Larias's legs, and Savith's own crossed ones, the two are... GASP holding hands. "Yes. To help you."

Larias rolls her shoulders in the form of a shrug, "The dreams this time, they aren't mine.. But," Her eyes close, expression almost pained, "They remain thick in my mind. Her fears... My own, not altogether the same, not so different." She swallows hard once again, "And then, Reed's words." She halts in speaking, lips drawing into a tight thin line.

"Reed," Savith asks softly, not familar with the name. "Someone you met when you went to visit one of the dens?" Look, Ma! They aren't trying to kill each other!

Larias's voice is but a murmur, "A wolfrider maiden, standing guard, or being guarded along with Melisanda... I wasn't exactly sure." She doesn't say as to why she decided to seek out the Underworlder. "She, Llune and I spoke," the pause in her sentence hangs heavily before she continues, "briefly, though, it was educational."

High Ones, is Savith not happy to hear that name. She black sent him when he was all bound and stuff in the Main Hall. He licks his lips, a soft smack. "Melisanda. I see," he says, a touch cold again, then changes the subject, "Still hungry?"

Old habits, buried for so long, have to rear their ugly heads every now and again. Larias shakes her head, "No.. I don't think I should eat much." The cloudy blue eyes close in time for a yawn, "I don't dare right now. A full belly, and sleep will come." And what happened the last time she slept? Nightmares and a tree in the back, with poor Rosendo nearly caught somehow inthe midst - something she has no wish to repeat.

And that is enough to get Savith to make his decision, "Then let's get you and Rosendo into that guest den, where it's warm." If it's warm, Larias won't have to snuggle on him, and awake frightened. Another soft squeeze, "Show me where it is, and I'll get us moved in. At least, until whitecold is done." To the trolls with what Winnowill would want. Family comes first sometimes.

Larias lifts her head, brows furrowed, "Den... Oh, yes." She blinks back some of her wearyness, "We should move into the den if we are staying here." she looks up into the trees, eyes scanning for those that watch over the small odd family, "Now?"

Savith lifts a brow faintly, "Can oyu think of a better time?" One last, firm squeeze and he stays, and starts to break down camp. The guards sit up, looking over. Finally, something's going on.

Larias rises as well, the blanket dropping from her form as she does so. In silence, she begins to aide in the process of breaking camp as best she can. So much more for a camp than she ever bothered with, High ones, where will they store it all once tucked inside a wolfrider's den?

Where else? In travel packs. Anything not being used will be stored away until needed. First rule of travelling. "IS Rosendo with Mother?" And where is mother? Probably with Moonshade now?

Larias pauses in the folding up of blankets, her gaze moving towards the Holt, ** She, went to speak with one of their tailors I believe. ** A pause, ** And yes, she has Rosendo. I... am not much of a caretaker right now, though, she said she would bring him back when he was hungry. **

Savith nods, pausing as he feels what little pallable emotions Larias lets leak through to him. Blankets folding, he gets a thong and ties them into a package to drop into the bottom of a travel packet. "That's good." He was worrying.

Larias inwardly curses at herself, she sent, foolish thing that she is, gah! A glance at him, good, he doe snot appear to have picke dup on anything, whew! She finishes folding up the blanket, and then moves on to fold the rest, shaking off each before she does so, ending up with a small pile of folded glider bedding for her efforts. Once the bedding has all been shaken and folded, she rubs at her temple, High ones, this is giving her such a headache.

Savith gets all of the blankets packed away and looks about for anything else. He folds the few bits of clothing Llune has begun and left here for hte moment. Thankfully she's taken her cloth cutters with her, or he might have found them just now. "That's the last of it, I think." He looks over, "You seen anything we're missing?"

Larias glances about, even moving to see if anything is hiding under the blasted skirt of the Mountain dress Llune crafted for her. With a shake of her head, she replies, "No.. That should be it. If not, we can glide back to find and retrieve later."

Savith nods once, and hefts the pack. Once that's settled on his back, he reaches out the lift the other with his mind. "Sounds good to me," he says, voice a touch distracted as he focuses.

Even tired, lacking sleep, she knows she can handle more than she shoulders right now, and so, she extends her magic, encompassing the pack he lifts, helping to ease the load. Larias remains rooted to the ground, her brow breaking out with a light sheen of sweat at the effort, "You.. should lead the way. I'm not sure where we are going."

Savith nods. Turning, he hides the faint look of worry on his features from Larias. He doesn't know either. Not really. Oh, but Redlance, one of the guards, seeing them ready, leaps down to lead the way. **Here. I'll take you. Ned some fresh meat,** he asks softly, **Strongbow had some luck not long ago.** Savith nods, saying nothing.

Its not hard to hide looks sent her direction, she is, after all, actively avoiding meeting savith's gaze. As the wolfriders come down from the trees, she starts nervously, "Meat? Fresh.. yes, that would be good. First settle in." Her words are clipped, tight, her concentration on the floating pack.

Thoughtful, Tyleet moves over to Larias, "Can I help?" Savith follows Redlance as the tracker leads the way to the Hollow Tree and the Guest Den, not hte Visitor's Den. My bad!

Larias gives the smaller elf maiden a shake of her head, as well as a forced light smile, "Distractions good right now." That said, she follows after her Recognized and the red haired plant shaper.

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Hill
Standing atop the slope, you have an incredible view of the SilverRun river, to the west of the holt and to the Northeast you see the huge branches of the immense father tree in the distance, reaching upward to the sky. The land here rises softly in a gentle slope, then drops off steeply to the river bank which hems in the western side of the holt.
Standing atop the slope, you have an incredible view of the SilverRun river, to the west of the holt and to the Northeast you see the huge branches of the immense father tree in the distance, reaching upward to the sky.. The land here rises softly in a gentle slope, then drops off steeply to the river bank which hems in the western side of the holt. The land around you is covered over with brown and drying grass, dotted here and there with colorful stray leaves from the neighboring trees. It is a cool autumn evening. You hear hushed noises as the holt slowly comes to life as elves and wolves awaken from their daytime slumber.

Redlance, Lostholt's treeshaper, leads a pair of gliders from their poolside camp. Savith's got a pack on his back, and shares a burden with Larias over a larger one. Tailing the group is Redlance's daugher Tyleet. As they move, Savith takes a moment to locate Volek and Llune with his mind to inform them of the move.

Larias's steps are nearly silent, though her feet do touch the ground. A light sheen of sweat is on her brow, the beads slowly growing in size as she stares at the bag floating between her and the other tall one. She looks tierd, worn out, as if she hasn't slept enough of late.

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Guest Den
Lostholt's guest den is slightly larger than the dens of the normal denizens of the holt. There are four or five alcoves shaped into the sides of the den for sleeping in. Each has its own fair share of warm furs for the use of the various guests that find themselves here. There are also a few shaped stools to sit upon and various shelves and pegs shaped into the walls for the guests to keep their cloaks and other personal items upon.

With Tyleet and Redlance guiding the way, the trip isn't a very long one. Though both gliders had to duck to enter the tree, the guest den seems to accommodate them sufficiently, if cozily. Bowing out the two leave the gliders with some privacy which they haven't had since their arrival. Larias almost immediately collapses onto a pile of furs - not like when she passed out before, but a graceless exhausted heap of a glider, foomping into a comfortable warm pile of furs. The light sheen of sweat has turned into beads, even her dress is slightly damp by the exertion of floating the pack - this is what she gets for sleepless nights, blocking herself from the world, and of course, trying to float something.

Privacy. No one here but them. And so, Savith watches Larias collapse, concern very clearly visible on his face. Leaving the pack where they are, he takes one step toward her, sending, **Larias?** Oh, but the freedom privacy allows, and there's some actual, and geniune emotion. My, my.

Larias pushes herself into an upright position, one hand wiping the sweat from her brow. A faint frown trying to come to surface. She speaks, not daring to send right now, her eyes not daring to look up at him either, "Yes..." a pause and she answers the unspoken question, "I'll be fine."

Savith nods. He looks her over a moment, about ot say more when Redlance returns with that promised fresh meat. Sensing the odd tension in the air, he wordlessly hands the ravvit pair over, a soft smile, as if to say, 'Feed your mate, silly bird.' Savith flicks a brow at Redlance, then gives a faint nod and floats hte ravvit over before turning away. Within the tied ravvit, between their still warm bodies, is a small dagger, sharp enough to cut hte flesh open, and going unnoticed by Savith in his concern for Larias. "Will you eat now?"

Larias is so close to saying no, her mouth opening, drawing breath to speak the word, but then. She nods, frowning as she thinks of Rosendo, if she doesn't eat, neither does he. Again a hand moves to rub at her temple, the head ache from her exertions settling in for a nice long stay. With a light sigh she speaks, "I, will eat some, yes. For Rosendo."

Savith nods, leaving the ravvits for Larias as he turns to unpack them for a lengthy stay for whitecold. As he works his brows draw together. GAH! This whole family thing is hard man!

Larias scoots towards a place on the floor where the stains of past meals reside. She frowns, looking at the ravvits wondering exactly how she is going to go about this with no knife, High ones know she's done it before, but really, that was long desperate eons ago. But then, tired eyes spy the gifted dagger. With deft practised motions, the first ravvit is sliced open, and a few choice pieces are cut, and eaten. Hee, if only Llune could see Larias now, blood on her chin and fingers, carcass still warm before her.

Back to Larias, Savith sets the unused packs away on shelves, and eyes their travel food. Er.. the crumbs of their trvael food. He's got to get his weapons back, and permission to hunt. He's not willing ot rely on the wolfriders for everything. He takes his time putting everything away, then turns to regards Larias, only then spotting the blade. He glances at hte doorway, then back to Larias. Nice one, Redlance. Nice. He walks over softly, crouching, "After this, I think some sleep will help, if you can. And if you think those nightmares will haunt again, you have only to ask."

Larias slices out the liver, making quick work of cutting it into small bite sized pieces. She pauses at the offer, glancing up, "They are not my dreams to share Savith." Another crack forms in the wall between her and her Recognized when she speaks his name. She swallows looking up at him as he crouches near by, though one again, quickly looking away.

Savith purses his lips, "That's not a concern for me." He pauses, pressing with mind and voice, just lightly, as he senses that crack, "You are."

Larias's head hangs low, the food forgotten, as is the knife still held in her hand. Slow steadying breaths are drawn in, only to be haggardly breathed out again. Weakly she inquires, "And if its not just her nightmares I hold from you?" Is that worry in her voice? Nerves stretched thin and tight, mind busy with to many thoughts. Another crack in the dam, a flood pushing behind.

Savith quirks a brow, not reaching for Larias, "She shared more?" A pause, "How kind you are, to hurt yourself for another." Then he stands and moves to see if Larias's sleeping area has enough blankets to warm her and the child. "But hte offer stands, none the less."

Larias looks down at her hands, oh yes, she holds back more than just the healers nightmares, her own nightmares, her own, what? A shake of her head, the knife set next to the barely dissected cooling ravvit carcass. Eventually, she lifts her head, following Savith's movements as he sets the den up, musing, for another yes, but not the one you think. With effort, she rises, eyes closing as the room threatens to spin, but then it steadies and she opens her eyes, "I.. should go. See if Rosendo needs me for anything." Ah yes, ever the one to flee/

Kucky Savith didn't see her sway, but as he turns, and sees just how tired she is, he shakes his head, "No, Larias. You lay down and rest. I'll fetch him for you." And give you your privacy, if you need it, as it seems.  

[ChosenSavith]

above continued...


A frown forms at the notion, she can't leave? Muddied thoughts ooze to the forefront of her mind slowly, but if he leaves, she will be alone, and that, is a feeling she doesn't want right now. A clearer strain of thought kicks wildly - then open up to him stupid! You don't have to be alone anymore, he'll be there, always if you let yourself feel, let him feel. So careful before with her expression, the war is plain on her face, with each breath the force of will keeping her from feeling him cracks, crumbles, shudders and shakes. A heavy leaden footstep brings her closer, "No.. don't. Stay, please?" Yes, there we go, if he's near by, the walls can be in place, can't they?

Savith was making his way towrd the door, but the war on Larias's face holds him in place. He watches her fight with herself, brows furrowed. Feeling the cracks, he refuses to press on them this time, letting her be. Her moves closer, just one step, and so, he too moves to her, bringing him much closer quickly as he nods. "Of course," he replies, "Then I will send for Mother, if you so want Rosendo near."

Larias gives a quick shake of her head, if its to clear the war in her mind, or negate her earlier desire to get Rosendo, who knows. She mutters something under her breath, eyes once again casting down to the floor. High Ones, what does she think she's doing? "I.. should sit, I think." Praise be, a coherent thought!

Savith nods to Larias, reaching to offer his arm to steady herself with, but remembering, he does not touch. "Here, to the alcove, and tell me if there are enough blankets to warm you." Cause unless you ask, he's not going to sleep with you. So there!

Larias drifts towards the alcove as directed, her feet taking her to the pile of blankets and furs, and when the hard floor of the tree turns into squishy soft blankets, she drops down, at first sitting up, but quickly floomping backwards. So much warmer than it was outside, and Llune's dress, though wet with perspiration from earlier, isn't enough to annoy her at the moment. "Fine.. the blankets are fine.," she mutter mumbles.

How sweet Savith is, to gently pull a few blanket sup to cover Larias, tuck her in almost, then to sit, floating if he must, to stay level with Larias. He nods, forcing his tone light, "Good." Hmm. now what?

Larias moves deeper down into the blankets as they are pulled over her, how hard is it to stay awake when the body warms up to a nice toasty level. Every step of the way she fights it, almost like one having fever dreams, she mumbles to some unseen presence, "Reed said it was possible. She did." A pause, "If she can, does that mean so can I?"

Savith just sits, listening. If she wants a reply, he murmurs softly, "If you want, you can." What she's talking about, he doesn't know, but agreeing is usually best with a sleeping person. Now, to get that dress off so Llune doesn't fret. When she's dead asleep, he'll use his magic to get it done, then find a way to curtain the area.

The form under the blankets still abruptly, again that feeling of something within her cracking, opening up shudders, 'permission given, and with his voice?' Its as if a part of her soul leaps for joy, dashing towards that choking self-centered self-preservationist mindset.

Savith is at a lost. What the heck did this Reed DO, anyway? His brows furrow, dress forgotten as he barely feels the turmoil within. Refraining from touch, he whispers, "What's going on with you? What can I do?

Though the form below the blankets makes a response to the whispered question, its hard to decipher exactly what it is - after all, she's managed to burrow under for warmth. A hand moves below the blanket, searching for something? Within, a battle rages, spilling over the edges into that tenuous line which seems to grow and shrink, then grow again. The need to protect herself, not just herself, but her very soul, she can't give over and lose all. But, a flicker of something else spills out as well, something more than mere caring for the one who is now a part of her, uncertain and unsure though she may be about it, its still there.

Savith watches Larias, sensing at the odd odd ripples in the bond between them. He hasn't placed such boundaries, letting her erect walls as she needed, and reforcing against dark thoughts, in hopes to spare her their weight. Seeing the blankets shift, he reaches out to smooth them again. "Shh... rest," he says softly. Well. He could sing that lullabye, couldn't he? If it worked for Rosendo... Ah, heck. There's no one else here, and he starts at a hum.

As the hum reaches her ears, the form below the blankets does indeed settle. Though only outwardly, body stilled, her mind sparking, warring with itself. The tenderness of her Recognized only serves to reinforce one half of her wants, while the other calls it little more than a ruse, he'll trick you again, cage you again. Another murmur below the blankets, "So... it matters not now.."

Savith shakes his head sadly as he adds light words to the melody, that same lullabye for Rosendo. 'Poor Larias,' he thinks silently, 'Bad dreams again? Nothing I do helps, does it? Ah, what a matched set. You torture yourself as I do.'

A hand move sup and out of the blankets, pushing the material down under her chin. Pale brows are furrowed deeply, her forehead pursed, but Larias's eyes are closed, and tightly. The visible hand grips into a fist, then unclenches, only to clench again. A muttered word, "Free?" and she rolls abruptly onto her other side.

Savith continues singing softly, watching his Recognized toss and turn. Whens he settles, he dares to nearly touch, brushing a hand just over Larias's temple, using magic to brush the hair from her face. That done, his hand drops to rest near by, but doesn't move to take her hand again, not realizing she may be looking for it. "... Right now all you know to fear, are the shadows on your wall... And I'm here, close enough, to kiss the tears you cry... And I will sing, my Angel's lullabye..."

Larias's furrowed brows relax slightly at the almost touch, the bare whisper of magic moving hair gently. Her hand moves forward, relaxed, the fist no longer there, brows furrowing slightly once again as she knows something is there which she can not find. Her breathing becomes deep and even, and with the words, sung so sweetly, a dam created by herself bursts, a broiling sea of emotions, neatly tucked away flooding senses.

You sense in a locksend, Larias's wall crumbles rapidly as the words of the lullabye reach her sleep deprived, slumbering mind, eerything she has been holding back washes through, anger, fear, worry, terror ride the first waves, but behind, a sea of calmer emotions and feelings, trust, care, awe, and, flickering on the horizon love.

Savith's song stumbles at the flood of emotions. He leans to the bed area to steady himself, pressing more weight to that spot where his hand is. Anger lashes through, washed down by a cold shot of fear, quickly faned by worry, to be shaken by terror. The calmer emotions leave his near breathless, the trust soothing hurts, the care easing tensions, the awe giving him strength, and love... He's only felt this kind of emotion from his mother. And the lullabye is ended. Savith can't remember where he was... Ah... Blinking his eyes back to focus, he peers down at Larias, eyes widened slightly.

Larias's brows relax entirely, her hand finding that place where weight is though she does not open her eyes, or even wake up to seek it out. The touch is light, the grip barely there, another flood of the calmer lighter emotions roll off the sleeping elfess. Whatever Reed told her, coupled by the lullabye - oy, High Ones help her when she wakes.

Savith watches at Larias takes his hand. He hesitates a moment, then he turns his hand over to grip her hand more firmly. Unblocked to her, Savith feels those lighter emotions. So much like his mother's. Calming, soothing. And fatigue threatens again. But he shakes his head, and forces himself to stay awake, and restarts the lullabye again. By the High Ones, he's going to finish it this time.

[FTB with fast forward to waking up]

The hours pass without noise. Llune's come in silently, keeping the baby and bundles herself into warm warm furs. Llune's done good, taking Moonshade's advice of giving him simple fruit juice to tide him over, and after the long day out and about, the babe still sleeps. Savith himself, after fighting sleep for a few hours, ended up dropping fully to the ground himself, falling foward to double over himself, face near Larias's shoulder, nose in fur.

The only problem with tiding a baby over with fruit juice, is the effects it has on the mother, missed feedings is something bodies don't care for. Though she's not slept nearly enough to make up for the time she forced herself to stay awake, stretching herself thin. And the headache she now has, is proof of that over extension. Brows furrow, but oh, its warm and she really doesn't want to stir yet. A pressing need urges her forward towards wakefulness, though she goes to move hand, s se can drape that arm over her eyes, blcoking out any trace of light, hence blocking out some of the headache - or so she hopes.

Savith is ... um... laying on .. said hand, heavy with sleep.

Larias ehs, she's not hand her arm stuck the ground before. Strangely, no panic sets in this time, her eyes flutter open, her head lifting so she can see exactly what she's done to get her arm stuck. Blink! That sight gives her pause. A ginger send, ** Savith? **

Savith mutters, "hmm... not yet. Still sleepy." mutter mutter grumble. He shifts a bit, not at all comfortable. But there's something about the send, and after a moment, his eyes drift open. **?**

Larias send murmurs, ** Sit up.. please? Just a moment. ** A pause, confusion filters into her eyes, she sent to him, there are no more walls. Her eyes grow wide, High Ones, what did she do. With cheeks growing to a scarlet shade, she waits, waiting to move her arm.

Savith nods and pushes himself up, rubbing at his eyes. "Ah... sorry," he glances about as he settles to his heels, "...Ddint' mean to fall asleep."

Larias flexes long thin fingers as the blood rushes back to her arm. A sideliong glance is given Savith, her cheeks burning, ** You.. must have needed it, like I did. **

Sleep rubbed from his eyes, he keeps his expression neutral, almost willing himself not to feel rather than build walls to hold things back, "Yes, but I might to give you space, and I don't seem to have done that."

Larias moves to an upright sitting position, some of the rings under her eyes have dispersed, though not all of them, the green velvet sticking to her as it was damp with sweat when she fell asleep. A long moment she regards Savith before Larias sends, ** perhaps I did not want space? ** not from you anyway.

That stops him. Savith thinks about it a moment, but instead of commenting, he turns to collect Rosendo, "You wanted him?

Larias reaches out to collect the child, rising into the air after she does so. A tickle and a bit of a poke, and he wakes, gurgling. "Are you hungry little one? I certainly hope you are." She doesn't even bother to trn her back anymore, after so many wolfriders watching her all the time, whats the point. And so, the laces on the dress are undone, and the child is held to suckle. She glides towards the door of the den, ** I.. need to get some air, and he will be dirty shortly after he eats. ** The unsentrequest, will you join her?

Savith draws himself up fully, and nods in answer to the unsent request. The hint that the child will be dirty is enough. After all, Larias doesn't like clean up duty. Looks like someone cleaned up the ravvits from teh night before, for they and the dagger are gone.

Larias slips out of the den after noting the nod, gliding silently all the way.

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Forest Path
The path circumvents the holt proper, used mostly by the elves for travel to the woods behind the great Father tree. The path is now choked with gaily colored leaves of gold and red that crunch beneath your feet as you walk and leaves flutter softly to the ground. Clinging vines hang dying from the trees lining the pathways and small scurrying animals can be heard from under the huge piles of leaves. It is a cool autumn night, perfect for a hunt or perhaps a howl.

Save for the rustle of long skirts, the two gliders emerge from the Hollow Tree more silent than even a wolfrider. That is, until the sound of a happily suckling infant echoes through the quiet forest. The female, looks tired, but somewhat rested and confused.

Well the male floats silently at her side, looking rested, and confused as well. Dressed as a Chosen, Savith's weaponless and helmetless.

A tall figure, bulking larger than the elves, moves among the trees. NOT silently. In fact, toneless humming can be heard at irregular intervals when movement pauses.

Larias so ready to actually smile, for once, perplexed at being relaxed - she come sup short, hovering about half a foot off the ground once she catches the noise. It desn't take long for her to spy the source of the noise, and when she does spy it, her eyes grow wide - how long has it been since she's seen one of those!

Savith turns to look at the noise as well, defensive in this land of enemies and dangers. A troll. Not immeditately a threat, but with an infant... He moves subtly to put himself between Larias and Chisel, but his motions remain loose, and fluid, not screaming his intention or worries that surely Larias can feel. Waiting until the troll spots them, he nods, "Greetings."

A troll comes into clear sight. A small one. Without warts. Chewing the end of a charred stick absently as he considers something on a bit of leather in his hand. This is the source of the off-key music. At Savith's greeting, the troll looks up and pauses, taking them in. Tall as Darkedge and pale too. Hm.. but flying? That's something new. Lifting the hand holding the stylus, he says with his usual offhanded manner. "Hi there." The infant catches his attention, being the one making noise. "New here are you?" he asks for all the world of Two Moons like a member of the holt himself. razz His eyes stray to the young elf. Why.. that one's even smaller than little Redstar.

Indeed, the babe suckling at his mother's teat is barley three moon phases in age. And even small when compared to others that might be of an age with him. Larias cradles the infant a bit tighter, though, her expression has turned more curious, than wary or nervous. "We..." She looks around, then responds simply, "Yes, here, we are new."

"And yourself," Savith asks, voice haunting. He's not so tall as Darkedge, though Larias is, if you stand them side to side, a full inch taller than the overprotective underworlder. The Chosen eyes the stylus a moment, then finds it not a weapon of significant threat, and so continues regarding the troll, touching minds with Larias briefly, **Troll.**

Chisel finds a handy tree to prop himself against. "The name is Chisel," he introduces blithely. "The entrance to the kingdom of the Southern Trolls isnt far from here." So technically, you COULD say I live here. Or rather.. under here. Noting the protective stance of the male - yes, that one's male. The other has the babe so.. - Chisel relaxes and sticks the stylus behind one ear and the map back in his belt pouch. (What is it with male elves with females or young? Are they all overly protective?)

Larias smirks at the back of Savith's head, of course she knows its a troll silly, its just rare to spy one on the surface, and in a wolfrider holt no less. She offers the troll a nod as greeting, and responds in kind to the introduction, "I am .. Larias." Where some might chafe from the over protective nature of her Recognized, herself included, for once, she doesn't ask him to move, happily keeping Savith between herself and Chisel.

Savith watches Chisel a moment until Larias says her name, then he adds, "Savith."

Larias studies the troll rather closely, ok, so he's not quite the make or model that she last saw, you know, the huge trolls which wield crossbows and swords meant for slicing through elves? Self assured, she glides around Savith, her words soft so as not to disturb the babe in her arms, "What brought you here? It is rare to see one of your kind above."

Chisel tries to peer at the tiny elf in the female's arms - no, NOT the exposed teat, the babe! - surreptitiously. "Oh, I trade with Cutter's folk. Metal and jewels for meat and furs. Darkedge likes our brew." Nevermind that the trolls harvest dreamberries from the surface to MAKE the brews. We're not in the import/export business, but an honest to goodness straight barter, eh? Let's not complicate things. "And what are you here for? Gonna stay long?" What ARE you? is left unsaid.

Savith floats with Larias, staying at her side. As diplomatic as he was ordered to be, it is Larias that has a way with the locals. He regards Chisel, studying him, not having been one of the Chosen when Voll flew to the Frozen North, and to his death.

Larias glances at Savith, hrm, he's gone awfully quiet. She adjust the child so her bosom is fully coverd by babby head, her cheeks turning pink after noting where the troll's gaze lingered. She coughs once, Rosendo's arms flaggling s she does so, then once again settling down as he happily eats. "Ah.. we, will be here for a short time. We came.. to visit."

Larias is a great liar, really she is =)

Chisel notes the blush and jerks his gaze away. "Uh.. yours?" he asks, waving a stubby, green hand to indicate the child and looking at Savith now.

Larias turns her eyes to regard Savith, a light hint of a smile daring to appear, "No.. he is ours."

Savith is about to nod, but as Larias speaks he glances over at her. There's a flicker at his brows. This is new. First time she's openly said that, and... is that a smile? His lips twitch, though whether to smile back or sneer it's hard to say. Instead he turns back to Chisel and nods, confriming Larias's words, "Yes. Ours."

How charming. Chisel rather surmised that the babe would be Larias' *smirks* which is why he asked Savith. Well. It's touching that they claim equal and mutual ownership. As is often the case in dealing with elves, Chisel suspects he's missing some byplay here. The trick is, dear trolls, to ignore it.

Pondering a moment, Larias runs through the list of items the troll said he traded in, with the LostHolt elves. Another glimmer of a smile appears, "You said you trade in metals, yes? What kind exactly?"

Savith flicks another glance, followed with a thought at Larias, **Hoping to trade some of mother's outfits for a blade or two?**

The little troll perks up. "Well." He reaches for a small leather-wrapped handle beside his belt-pouch and pulls out a small knife. The blade catches moonlight, chasing it along the edge. "Greymetal for the most part."

Larias chuckles softly, glancing at Savith, ** Somehow I doubt this.. Chisel, would find much use in one of Llunes dresses. I do think they would be more than a bit snug on him. ** High ones, is she actually showing a sense of humor? ** I am curious ** She switches to speaking one more, eyes now upon the troll, "And what do you take in trade for such things?"

And Savith brings a hand to his mouth, to hide the snerk and near chortle that threatens to escape. A troll.. in a glider's dress. he coughs a moment, and bites his tongue, shooting a jab at Larias, light and gentle, **High ones, Larias! Don't make me laugh!**

Chisel shoots Savith an alarmed look at the male elf's odd paroxyms. Firstcomers, please not another protective male who is against the female trading and such. "Leathers and furs. Fresh meat. Sometimes, medicines," he repeats a bit slowly now, with care.

Larias ahhs softly and nods, smiling. She looks down, oh, wonderful, Rosendo's done.She turns in the air, back to the troll and sets Rosendo before her, floating much as she does. The lacings on the dress are redone and the boy plucked from the air, now set to shoulder for burping. "Are there.. particular ailments you would need to see treated.. So, should I wish to trade, I will have something in need, rather than something your kind do not use."

Savith ducks his head until he's more in control of himself, then lifts his gaze to Chisel once more. Though guarded his eyes are not distrustfully cold. He stands, silent, letting Larias make her trade arrangements.

Ah.. now he can look at the babe without danger of getting decked by the male! Chisel notes how even the young one floats. Fascinating. To Larias' question, he shrugs. "Stomach ailments. Wet noses." Those are the common ones. For anything more serious, they never really know what will strike.

Larias nods one, smiling to herself, "Then, next time you bring your goods, if I am still here. I will make a trade with you." What tht trade is, she doe snot say.

Chisel makes a little bow, oddly suave for a bullky figure that he is. "And what goods does the lady seek?" he asks, switching to trade talk.  

[ChosenSavith]

Logfile from TwoMoons - Savith.

Guest Den
Lostholt's guest den is slightly larger than the dens of the normal denizens of the holt. There are four or five alcoves shaped into the sides of the den for sleeping in. Each has its own fair share of warm furs for the use of the various guests that find themselves here. There are also a few shaped stools to sit upon and various shelves and pegs shaped into the walls for the guests to keep their cloaks and other personal items upon. Contents:

Rosendo's been fed and cleaned and put back to sleep. Even the glider parents have been given more food as the reality that they will be wintering with the tribe sets in to all. Taking the meat and late season nuts, Savith moves to sit with Larias and share the meal. He's spoken little since the encounter with the troll, though not because he's bushing anyone away. Really, he's just trying to sort out this sudden change in Larias. There's still that hesitation, but she's still more open. It's odd.

Much more open. Though, Larias has been relatively silent as well, after speaking so abruptly and plainly in front of the troll, it surprised her, admitting, ours - as if they were some how a unit or actual pairing. As Savith approaches with food, she smiles hesitantly at him, her eyes light and untroubled. She murmurs softly, careful not to wake Rosendo, "Thank you.. I, can get the waterskin, if you like?" When you eat, you need to drink too, no?

Savith shakes his head, shifting the items to one hand to get the waterskin himself. A hesitant smile recieves a blink, then a very faint half grin before Savith sits down. "I got it," he says finally, setting the items down. Again, there's a small dagger, more visible this time, as if you say, we know you'll need it, so hang onto it for a while.

Larias leans forward, plucking the dagger from where its been nestled in the gifts of food. She tests the edge of the blade, lightly brushing her thumb, sharp, but not so sharp it slices at the feather soft touch. Her voie is still little more than a murmur, "I'm surprised they trust us with such." Humor in her tones, "Ater the trouble we've caused them... Either they've forgotten, or are more trusting than they should be."

Savith sets teh food down between them, taking a small handful of nut first. "Forgotten is most likely," he says softly, watching the blade. There's that faint sense of worry over as the blade presses against skin, but quickly supressed and pushed away as nothing happens. But it does get his full attention on Larias as he puts the first of hte nuts into his mouth to eat.

Once the blades edge has been tested, she gauges its weight, thoughtfully considering its use for a later purpose, softly speaking as she considers "A blessing and a curse their thought can be." Not great, but better than nothing. Larias then sets about cutting off two pieces of meat, one small one for herself, a larger piece for him. She holds the larger of the two pieces, "Here, eat. You've eaten only slightly better than I of late."

Savith reaches out to take the portion offered. Finishing that mouthful, he smirks lightly, nodding. Yup, it'd kinda be nice to forget sometimes, so completely, but he's got the timelessness of immortality, so much turns foggy and hazy, near forgotten, as time moves on. Instead, he quips, "Slightly." Heh.

Larias takes her time in eating the piece she's cut for herself, the bites small, little more than nibbles. But hey, she's eating right? Her eyes drop down to stare at the nuts and meat sitting before them, "Did the Chief here say anything about us being allowed to hunt... To help ease the burden of us being sheltered for the season here"

Small talk. Whee.

Small talk indeed. A shake of his head, as Savith eats, by no means dainty bites. He eats quickly, as always, and says between bites, "Not yet. Seems like there's more troublesome things on his mind." Though, they had better be nice ot his whip, or he's going to be upset.

Taking note of how quickly the portion is eaten, Larias selects another portion of meat and slices it off for Savith as seconds, just in case. She nods though to his words, "He is mated to the Healer, with the nightmares. Its almost surprising he remembered us at all." She glances up, a light smile beginning to form, "Then again, I suppose we made quite the impression..."

It's hard to keep a straight face around Larias recently. Though a frown begins to flicker at the mention of the nightmares, the seconds aren't taken yet. Savith always eats fast. Never know, when out and about, when a meal will be interrupted. He reaches for the waterskin, a grin threatening, then winning and turnning to a soft chuckle that Savith tries to bite back. "I'd say," he quips, and has to bring a hand to his mouth and clear his throat to settle himself again. Oh, but Larias, so open to him as he is to her, can feel that quiver, the checked laughter, and the unspoken thought. 'Their storyteller might even dream up a song about a glider fist fight after this.' OY!

Larias's own smile falters a moment, but then, it blossoms into an expression not seen on her save for dreams. Oh yes, she can hear the unspoken thought loud and clear, and the barely checked chuckle. Another nibble of meat is taken, feeling oddly at ease, almost relaxed, "I have to wonder who will be called the winner."

And Savith drops his head to hand, heel of hand to forehead. And that's a sound that Larias has only heard in dreams: honest laughter. Not the cold menacing laugh of a Chosen goading someone, but the almost restrained chortle of a glider. He coughs a bit, then takes the bait, "Probably Llune." He pauses, trying to compose, but, he can't, and... "She was the only one left standing," he finishes, voice cracking slightly as he can no longer hold back the laughs.

Larias's own amused chuckling adds to his own, to think, out of a Chosen, an ex chosen, and a seamstress, when the fight ended, it was indeed only Llune who was able to stand. She shakes her head from side to side, "High Ones help us if the story spreads... Reputations will be ruined forever."

Savith has to put a hand down to steady himself has he laughs, such an unrestrained sound. His mother would be proud. "If they aren't already," he says, tongue in cheek, trying to make light of the dire situation he's put them all in. Judgement Day will come, but until then, why not laugh at them? He's succeeded in taking them out of the mountain without rising an alarm. And so far, Winnowill hasn't come after. And he brings a hand to his stomach, laughing with open mouthed abandon for a moment, before he curls his head down to try to bite it off again.

What random thought runs through her mind that causes Larias's cheeks to suddenly flush, then burn in crimson embarrassment. Her chuckles do not stop however, turning into a light hesitant airy laughter. She can feel the dark thoughts, but the reckless abandon with which Savith laughs them away, right now at least, is intoxicating all on its own. With a cough forced cough, she tries to stop her laughter after a moment, yes, this does hurt, stomach and lungs not used to working together in merriment. "Ahh.. yes, well.. hmm."

Savith pants softly, little whimpers almost as he catches his breath. His eyes are alight with humor, mind already looking for the next joke. He sighs and pushes himself up right, only lean forward and laugh again, "I just hope they didn't see you trying to sit on Rosendo." Oh, but laughing hurts, and the corners of his eyes have a hint of moisture.

Larias coughs again, but this time, its as more laughter trickles into being, taking a deep breath. She tries in vain to still herself, to keep from speaking, "Yes.. well.. he is a hatchling no?"

Savith falls over, coughing and laughing as he does. Bad jokes, but they open the door as Savith forces out a broken retort, "I'm just waiting... for his first.. molt!" ANd a hand comes to his mouth again, the other on his stomach and he seems to double in pain, and now the laugh-tears are visible.

Savith laughs for a good while, drawing ragged breaths as he can. Finally, pushing himself back up to sitting, Savtih bring a hand up to wipes at the tears with the back of his hand, wrist to fingers. He sighs audibly, still chuckling softly now and again. "ah... oh my... head rush."

Larias settles down as he does, unable to think of anymore silly statements about birds and gliders. Her smile remains once the laughing ceases, her eyes clear and lit from within, "I.. don't think I have done that... for a long time." Oh, but then she blushes again, those words, weren't the same or very similar spoken in regards to another situation.

Savith smiles still as well, liftling his gaze to Larias. His brows come in sligthly at the sight. Just when did she get to be pretty, huh? Her blush just makes her a touch more endearing, and brings that smile again, and a deep chuckle from Savith. "One of many," he jabs lightly. Some habits die hard, but the tone is light.

Larias breathes deeply a few times, the color slow to fade from burning cheeks. She runs a hand through the hair at the side of her head, tucking a few strands back behind her ear. She peers at him through lowered lashes, "One of many?" Uncerati of his meaning, or perhaps simply looking for audible confirmation of what she can feel hinted at.

Lower lashes? Savith's own cheeks darken lately as his eyes take that slight feral tint as memories of that memory replay. For a long moment, he stares at Larias, the friendly smile fading as the memory pounds in his ears. It's not Recognition again, but the remembered sensations of it. He doesn't realize he's holding his breath as he peers at Larias.

Larias's mouth goes dry, and she swallows hard, licking her lips trying to re-wet her mouth. Pale eyes drop down, focusing instead on the meat and nuts still sitting on the floor. Her cheeks remain a burning crimson color, silently willing Llune, Rosendo, or Volek to somehow interrupt.

Leaning forward, much of his weight on a hand, Savith peers at Larias silently. The heady rush making his eyes hard yet bright with an inner fire. Ah, but Volek is with the birds, and Rosendo, happily full, is with his grandmother, out with Moonshade again, leaving the two... alone. How many heartbeats pound before he moves? But not away. Rather, forward. Reaching with the other hand that isn't supporting him, Savith grabs the side of Larias's head as he glides forward. The hand, while holding her, almost pulling her toward him, also lifts her head toward him. It's a fast move, a split second, and lips press against lips, as mind touches mind, soul flutters against soul.

Long distance to Larias: Savith's mind reaches for you as his body moves forward, bringing that touch of souls with it, and the ripple of that which is all of you, **Larias.**

With head bent down, staring at the floor, the initial movement is missed. But when his hand makes contact, urging her head to rise, Larias pulls back, eyes going wide with shock and worry. The panic wells within as his lips touch her own, only to have the brush of souls soothe the worry away. There is no resistance, no walls which spring up, no abrupt gliding to get out of reach, instead she is still, motionless, a fluttering sending emanating from her.

You sense in a locksend, Larias's caught in a cornucopia of contradicting emotions, desires, fears and worries. Her own send is heady with the sensations, some remembered, others as fresh as the touch of his lips to hers. She responds in kind, sending his name, a confused query swirling about it, ** Savith. Why? **

Savith lingers a moment, then breaks the contact, breath a bit ragged. Larias's fears ring clear, and he swallows. It's her question that makes him try to sort through his own emotions. He shakes his head and moves to pull away, leave Larias's side, sending.

You locksend to Larias, Savith's mind isn't sure. He wanted to? He was still weak when it happened, and... What's the nice way of saying he's horny? LOL. Instead, his mind draws a blank as too many replies come to mind, mirroring the contradicting emotions.

Larias leans just a bit forward as he begins to pull away, and then back again, her head turning to the right, away staring at just about anything but him. The crimson color of her cheeks expands; upwards to her forehead and the tips of her ears, also traveling down her neck. One hand reaches up, touching her lips with two fingers, checking to see if there still there - no. More like a recollection of a fresh experienced sensation, confusion regarding the feelings it invoked.

You sense in a locksend, Larias, though she moves away in one form, her mind seems to cling to yours despite your own confusion. Poor glider, she's not sure what this is all about, touching such as this, a kiss is supposed to bring terror and pain - right? But this one didn't.

Savith doesn't pull too far, not as Larias leans forward toward. He too seems to lean forward again, but poorly timed, and touch isn't regained as Larias leans back. He kneels there, before Larias, his breathing a bit strained as he whispers, "Sorry." A swallow, a lick of dry lips, and he seems to be hoping she gives him an excuse to retreat cause he surely doesn't want to.

You locksend to Larias, Savith is confused, isn't it? He doens't love you, does he? No! Of course not! He just can't get you out of his mind, that's all. The apology, whispered flatly, carries with it, the silent emotions in this touch of souls. He's not sorry for desiring to kiss you, he's sorry that he actually did. More, he's sorry for the sudden terror it caused, that he originally, was one of the cources of the terror.

Pale eyes blink, mind working slowly, he spoke, must respond. The hand touching her lips falls slowly back to rest in her lap. Her mouth opens to make a reply, but it falters, mouth to dry to even make a sound. Larias swallows nervously, licking her lips once more before turning back to look at him, though her eyes do not rise up to meet his own. A breathy voice offers response, "No apology is necessary."

You sense in a locksend, Larias's mind seems to be slowly coming back together, senses no longer reeling from the brush of lips, soul no longer shaking with fear and desire - no longer wondering which way to go. But underlying it all, there is, acceptance? Someone told her of such things once, and though disgusted then, she can not find herself repulsed now. Again, as when the dam broke, there is, not so far out of reach, a tender emotion she is slowly coming to terms with, love.

Savith waits a moment or two more, bringing his hand back up toward her face. His eyes narrow, but instead of hte depths turning cold and hard, they remain vulnerable. His hand doesn't make contact, instead, drifts above Larias's skin, just enough that a soft heat can be felt by both. He moves to pull away slowly, whispering, "I won't bug you again." OH, but how he wants to.

You locksend to Larias, Savith shys back, timid almost. Love is too rare a thing for him, having only felt it from Llune, and now Rosendo. He sets him running, frightened, almost. He doesn't put up walls, or dream up cold cold thoughts, he just does as he always did with Llune at first, shy away, feeling uncomfortable, lost, scared, annerved.

Larias's glances up, then down once again as she sees the narrowing of his eyes, granted, the depths are not cold, but seeing him so vulnerable is almost unnerving. Her head leans in towards the heat of his hand, finding it somehow magnetic and reassuring all at once. Her own hand finds its way from her lap, barely touching the hand so close to her cheek, but there. Her eyes look down again as her heart skips a few beats, softly responding, "You're not bugging me now."

You sense in a locksend, Larias's mental touch flares brighter, drawn by the mirror of herself she feels in you - uncomfortable, lost, unnerved and scared. Rare for him love may be, for her, it was completely foreign in her until Rosendo was born - save for half recalled dreamt images of a barely recalled past.

When Larias brings a hand to his own, Savith leans forward again, just slightly, daring now to actually touch Larias's cheek, cup her face lightly. When she looks down again, he bites his lip slightly, feeling his heart too race and flutter at her words. "I'm not," he asks softly?

You locksend to Larias, Savith cringes, put stops his retreat, turning to look back. There's a quiver, a need to feel more.

Larias gives her head a quick shakes, the sending open but soft as the breeze stirred by the beating of a butterflies wings, ** No, you're not. ** Her eyes close as she feels the light cupping caress of her cheek. A nervous swallow. The hand that hand been touching his, falls away, but not into her own lap, instead it alights gently upon his knee.

Savith draws in a breath, which he doesn't release for long long moments. Once again, the blood rushes in his ears, deafening him. Reaching back a bit, the hand on her cheek brushes over her delicate ears, into her hair. A flicker of thought, and settles fully on the ground before Larias, bringing the other hand up to her shoulder. That's when he releases his breath, feeling the nervousness doubled, once from himself, the other from Larias. **If I do,** he replies, send also whisper light, no more than a ripple of thought, unfinished, incomplete.

Larias completes the thought with her reply, ** I will let you know. ** She moves her head ever so slightly, feeling, no, exploring what it is to have his hand in her hair, at her ear. Oh yes, she felt it once befoer, but that, was different - coerced as it were by the unfulfilled demands of Recognition. Her breathing slows, forced into a steady rhythm, forcing herself to stay calm, or at least try.

Savith's own breathing is ragged and unsteady as he runs his hand gently through Larias's locks. He nods in reply. He doesn't have any more words, really, for what goes on in his mind. Yes, it was different. By then, the urge was a raging tidal wave, a force that had no care and no more patience. It was over and done quickly, leaving him exhausted and unconscience afterwards. The hand on her shoulder, as the fingers in her hair reaches a point where it can go no futher unless he leans closer, drops slowly, feeling the velvetly silk of Larias's dress.

Larias tenses as she feels his hand move from hair to actually touch her, even if it is through the dress. Her breathing catches a moment, but, quickly she resumes the slow breathing pattern once more, old tensions ebbing as new ones arise. Where he doesn't lean closer, she does, once more experimenting with her boundaries, and with his. Though she does not send, savith can feel her nervous anticipation, her worry, eagerness, and tucked deep down, her fear.

Savith takes in another breath at Larias leans forward. His boundaries. She's doing a good job of breaking through them. The hand trailing her arm reaches her wrist, but he doesn't wrap fingers about it, as he did then, to hold her still. Exhaling, only to breath shallowly again, Savith works his fingers free from her long hair as his eyes seek out hers, peering into her face. Feeling her fear, he whispers, "I can stop... if you want." The sound is breath only, broken.

Larias leaves her one hand resting on his knee, though she does lean back, pulling away physically, though clinging tightly to the mental closeness. She nods once, her eyes downcast, breath catching as she tries to speak. Finding she has no voice, her send flutters once more, ** Yes.. Stopping. Good. ** She pauses, an addendum fluttering shortly afterwards, ** For now. **

Damn it! He shouldn't have opened his big mouth. But a loyal Chosen he is, characterized by obeying, even when it hurts, and so he nods. Taking a deep breath, he floats back, putting more distance between them. But with the physical removal, in order to force himself to comply, a mental distance must form, and in those heartbeats that he fights to withdraw, he forces himself to grow cold, pulling over himself that shroud of emotionless thought of a Chosen. It shudders though, when she sends For now.

Larias frowns as she feels the coldness crawl over him, the distance forced and built up. Is this how it felt to him? No, she can still feel, just not as well, perhaps pressing she could feel more, but for now, she does not. Her eyes focus on the wall just behind Savith, unable to look at him for the moment. She murmurs softly, "I'm sorry."

Savith floats to the center of the den, standing his full heaight with eyes closed. Breathing steadies. Flush leaves him. And when he opens his eyes, they are flat, cold, the dull moss grey-green once more. He regards Larias a moment before he replies, his voice flat, "No apology is necessary." Using her own words against her is he?

And yes, that's what it feels like. Not pretty is it?

Larias's crimson coloring begins to fade, the tones slowly becoming more reminiscent of the light pink of a mild burn. At his words though, she frowns, her head hanging low, hoping hair shields her expression. Oh yes, she knows when last those words were spoken, how often has she virtually thrown his apologies back in his face? A moment longer and she rises as well, turning in the air as she does so, facing away from him. Yes, time to run again, time to sort this all out in her head, "I.. will leave you be."

"It is I that will be leaving," Savith retorts coldy, turning to move for the den openning. "You should stay warm and finish your meal." If she's running, then he is hidden already. Hiding behind duties and things to do.

Larias nearly snaps a retort, but this time, she can not bring herself to say. Instead, she speaks as calmly as she can bring herself to, "My meal is done. And this room is small. I need the air." Go ahead, try and stop her from leaving.

Savith nods, but continues to the den. "I see. Winddance and I are going hunting," he states firmly, though why would he mention it? Is it a subtle hint, a gentle offer to join him on a hunt, hidden behind formality?

Larias flicks a glance his way, hunting? She looks down at the full skirt of the garb Llune crafted for her, a gown crafted for an indoor life of ease, not the outdoor existence of solitude. The fabric sticky from when she slept in it, the small tears getting a little bigger from when she flew, full force into the tree. A smirk, followed by a grin to herself, "There is no better way to get air than on the back of a bird is there. Mind if I join you?" She's half expecting a resounding no, but, she needs to try anyway - that closeness, the touch, she hadn't wanted it to end, not really, but she needed it to.

Savith stops by the doorway and glances back. Ah, there's that smirk, but the eyes are still cold, though a hint of warmth tries to form. "Not with you wearing that," he replies. "I'm sure there's something you can borrow that's more fit for a hunt."

Larias lets out a sigh, shaking her head, "Its in this, or nothing Savith." She moves towards the doorway, careful to keep her eyes from him, "Have you seen another my height and build here? There's not a dress crafted by Llune made for hunting, you know that."

Savith stops the think. Got a point there. Hmm... And he nods, "Fine. Let's go." And he turns to go.

Larias turns, and with a thuoght, brings the blade to her hand. Then, swiftly she follows behind.

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Savith heads toward one of the guards. There's a brief conversation where he informs them that Cutter's allowed him permission to hunt, but he'll have to return the weapons when he gets back. Skywise nods, and plays fetch, bringing two spears and Savith's talonwhip. Though hidden, Larias can no doubt feel the ripple of relief as he reattaches the weapon to his hip. A glance at Larias and he leads the way, flying up and whistling shrilly for his bird. Winddance meets them above the treetops, and Savith trills to her. The hawk sees the spear, and coos happily. Hunt! Savith can only laugh, those cold walls starting to lower at seeing his bird. "Yes, hatchling, hunting we go."

Larias acts as little more than a shadow, following its source obediently. She neither sends nor speaks when Savith deals with the Lostholts, though, when the spear is given, she takes it with a sending of wordless thanks. Following Savith up into the sky, she waits for him to greet his bird, though a flicker of a smile appears as she feels the wall shift some. The smile falls, when she notes how cruelly she kept the wall, tight and firm for so long - she wasn't meaning to be cruel, merely wishing to shield herself from him.

Well it was cruel! Whimper! Sniff! Greeting done, he settles himself, and slows Winddance, fighting her excitement, **Come on.** His send has a hint of the upcoming hunt, the thrill of it. To Winddance he whistles, "Calmly, my darling bird. Let Larias join us tonight, alright?"

Larias settles in behind Savith, gripping the spear with one hand, her skirts riding high as she sits behind Savith. A moment of hesitation, and then she wraps her other arm about his waist, the touch gentle as if trying not to disturb, but knowing she'll need to hang on, ** I am ready. **

Savith glances down at Larias's hand for just a moment before he whistles his bird into flight, moving away from the forst of Lostholt. If he had a free hand, he might had brushed the back of her hand gently. Ah well. He leans slightly, surveying the area. **See anything you like?**

Larias sits a bit stiffly behind him on the bird, man, the air is cold on bare legs! yeesh - she will have to talk to Llune very soon abut different clothes. These dresses just will not serve outside the Mountain. At the question, she blinks, then smiles to herself, ** Actually I do. ** To bad she's looking at the back of his head, rather than down for something to slay.

Savith hmm softly, not catching the hint, **Your eyes are better than mine.** At least, until he spots a leg. Hmm. Focus. And back to hte hunt he goes.

Larias blushes, though, the color in her cheeks could be from the wind on them, really. Her eyes move down to look over the birds wings, ** Ah.. maybe. I... seem to have lost sight of it. ** A half truth, but for the moment, she isn't looking at him, soo...  

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Hit and miss, huh? Savith veers the bird, headed past the river toward some open plains. **Perhaps we'll have better luck without the tree cover,** he replies. Setting the spear against his thigh, he spares a glance back. **Did you want to try throwing from bird back this time, or shall we, like last, and leave Winddance to get her own meal? I do rather think we should take as much back as we can.**

** If that is what you think, then that is what we should do. I'll learn to throw from her back another time. ** Larias turns to business, must hunt, help feed a tribe, make heself useful - even if her legs are freezing cold.

Savith nods at Larias, and urges the bird onward, scanning the ground ahead. **Perhaps when Volek and I are working on it,** he comments, **Maybe you can help settle that younger bird. She'll make a fine mount for Volek.**

Larias hehs softly, her gazes roaming once more to rest on the back of Savith's head. The grip about hist waist tightens slightly, ** I never got much into the workings of the birds. I doubt I would do better than he at the creature settled. Most likely' I'd spoil and over feed. ** Much as she did with Winddance.

Beneath Larias's hand, a soft rumble of Savith's chuckle can be felt. He glances down again, at the hand, the tightened grip. **True enough. But I've seen he's quite the gift with them. A natuarl trainer.**

Winddance's wings carry them away, toward the river. There's a small herd, stopping by the river to drink and rest. **There,** Savith sends suddenly. And he tries to sort out how to make this work. **I can get her into a dive, grab at one with her talons, while we dismount and drop into two more. You should stay above the herd.**

Larias nods, the motion lost since she is behind him. But then her send, once more, all business, a tinge of exhilaration mounting, eager to make a kill, something she hasn't done in what feels like ages, ** Say the word and I will be ready... I -will- drop one this time. ** The spear is gripped, so erady, she works over lessons given her by another chosen, how best to drop a doe with a spear.

Savith nods and gives Winddance her signal whistle, pressing her feathers with magic and hand to get her going where she needs to go. Once the herd is spotted, she needs no more direction. **Do you know how to hang sideways from her harness? It makes the quick-drop easier?**

Larias sends quickly, knowing their time is limited, ** Share with me. It will take but once and I will know how. **

You locksend to Larias, Savith opens his mind to you, drawing forth the knowledge of a side-hold and a quick drop. But the close mental touch brings with it the closeness of before, for he doesn't build harsh walls, he hides behind duty. Duty like now.

Savith shares the knowledge, gripping his spear. When it's sent, he replies, **You'll have to go first.**

Larias closes her eyes briefly as she takes in the informatin, absorbing it, ready and willing to eagerly give it a try. At his word, she manuevers into place as his send illustrated, one hand tightly gripping the harness, the other holdig the spear.

You sense in a locksend, Larias is all business at this moment herself, for she pays attention only to that whish she asked for, no search, no pressure, no prodding, simply learning.

When Larias moves to his side, he takes a single moment to watch her before he shifts to the other side of hte harness. Whistling his ready to Winddance, the bird tucks her wings and dives toward the herd, not psooking them until the last moment. Savith waits until Winddance's talons drop and open, then, **NOW!** And he drops from the harness, freefalling.

With the dress flapping in the wind, Larias releases hold as soon as the word is given. Her arms are brought tight to her sides, the spear pressed against her side and leg, legs stiff and straight, eeek, and she thought it was cold before - nothing compared to freefalling in a dress, yikes! She eyes the herd, selecting one of the smaller creatures as her target.

Savith drops like a stone. The three hunters reach their marks at the same time. Winddance grabs a small yearling, and sweeps up, leaving the elves to the herd. Savith drops, not stopping his fall. He uses the spear into another, older doe, to do it for him. His momentum and weight drops the doe to the ground, and he to his feet, where he grabs his talonwhip, eyes darting after another whitetail.

Heeding Savith's word, Larias slows her descent with the skills she possesses, she makes a low arc, swooping low, before coming up. The motions start out smooth, but, how smoothe can one be when the hunt in a skirt that whips and flaps in the wind, snagging on the tip of the spear. She, however hardly seems to notice, and the fabric gives way under as she pulls bck her arm, the tearing making the motion jerky, throwing her aim off some.

Talonwhip in hand, Savith, heedless of Larias at the moment, brings arm up and throws at one last stragler as the herd gallops away. The claws clamp on the deer's rump, and Savith is forced to quickly wrap the line about his forearm and brace. But he's far too light, and before he can summon up his magics to hold him, he's yanked off his feet. "Aaah!"

Larias's own spear lands with a dull thud, embedded in the ground, green from the dress embedded into the ground, and whipping around the shaft. She scowls, oly a moment later to hear Savith's troubled cry. She spins in the air, blinking at the site of the chosen being drug in air behind his prey. She kicks it in high gear, an attempt to catch up, ** Savith? I'm coming! **

Savith reaches up with his other hand to grap the rope of hte whip. Pulled off his feet, he uses his flight to keep himself from scraping along the ground, turning to look ahead. GAH! A bush. He twists, pulling another direction. **Down the whitetail,** Savith's mind replies, not wanting to loose the hunt. He can feel the talonwhip starting to work its way loose from the creature's motions.

Larias's eyes lock onto the creature, and with another burst of will, she truly kicks into high gear - Savith, known for flying fast and furious, perhaps could not even reach the speed with which she moves. The spear is in the ground, what does she have left to down the whitetail? Ah yes, she finds where the knife had been tucked, and continues gliding straight as a wellshot arrow, and just as fast. This kind of hunting she's done before, nothing but a knife of her own crafting, on the hot pursuit of this or that animal. She levels off at the same height as the creatures head, catching up.

Savith is awe-struck, eyes wide as he sees just how fast Larias can go. Wow. Distracted, he doesn't notice the fallen log the whitetail leaps over and slams into it. You know, thank the HIGH ONES for helmets. But the force of the blow finally rips the talonwhip free, and down he goes, tumbling in the dirt, to end in an unconscience heap just before another small bush. Without his weight, the whitetail finds a new burst of speed.

Having already pulled ahead of Savith, Larias does not see the accident occur, her burst of speed coinciding nicely with the deers. Knife gripped at the ready, she reaches in line with the creature, and, as she did when needed while alone, she grabs the creatures ear with one hand, yanking with a strength most her kin do not possess. Surprised, the deer, stumbles, and its at that moment, the knife comes down, embedded in the eye - there is a reason she knew how best to quickly dispatch the chosen's birds. Practise makes perfect. No sooner does the knife go in, than she lets go, less she get dragged down when the creature tumbles head over hooves into a lifeless heap. Swooping upwards at the avoidance, she sends, turning back in the air, wiping at the sweat on her brow, ** Savith? ** Her complexion pales, he's not behind the creature as she expected.

But thankful that only death silences sending. Savith replies, though his mind is hazy and not coherent. He's unconscience, and doesn't know exactly where. He just knows that his body does not want to respond, not even to wake. Above, Winddance circles, waiting obidently, the yearling balking in her talons, frightful.

Larias leaves the slain creature and knife behind, oo, but how she needs to rest now, such feats do not come without a cost. Her reply is gentle, worried, ** I am coming, please, keep your mind open to mine. ** She picks the way back, eyes scanning the trail of the creature, following that sending as best she can, needing to find him more than the food will be needed in LostHolt.

How can Savith do anything but keep his mind open? He's not all here right now, and with souls so close... His mind acknowledges Larias's request, still fighting to get himself awake again. Minutes pass. It's hard to see a Chosen, in black and blue leather as he is, in the dark of night, but as his mind fights to pull him awake, he groans softly.

drawn to his mind like a moth to flame, Larias homes in well and truly as soon as the groan comes round. She lands near the fallen form, her eyes lit with worry. Kneeling beside the fallen form, she begins checking for anything broken , noting he's out cold. Had to have hit his head, not good, not good at all.

Savith isn't broken, and the helmet saved him. If it weren't for that, his head would probably be split open like a melon. And it's a good thing he did hit head first, for he was unconscience before he hit the ground. Relaxed as his body was, the worst of his wounds are some scraps, bruises, torn uniform (again!), and some over extended muscle. The helmet is dented beyond recognition, pressed against his head in an awkward angle. As Larias touches his temple, he groans again, eyes fluttering, trying to open.

Larias swallows nervously, ok, nothing's broken, thats a good thing. Eyeing the helmet, and the eyes trying to open, she gingerly, oh so gingerly, moves to lift the thing off his head, "You need to wake up Savith..." She swallows hard, adding urgency into a wordless sending. Bah - please don't have a head wound like Shadows.

Savith forces himself to wake, a moan escaping him as a hand tries to lift it to his head. The helmet stopped much, but hte force of hte blow, and the sudden dent of hte metal, has lift a nice bump, and cut the skin, for he bleeds nicely. He blinks a few times, trying to sort out what happened. "....mmmmm, I'm awake."

Larias carelessly throws the helmet who knows where as she sees the bleeding bump on his head. How so very like her - Larias finds the tear in the dress from the pike, and rips off another long section, urgency giving her strength to litterally tear the fabric sturdy fabric - that and it really has been abused. She uses the cloth to tenderly dab at the blood, trying to see how bad it really is. "Good, you need to stay that way, til I know for certain you're ok."

Savith starts to nod, but finds it makes the world spin, and so stops, sending instead. **I will,** he states, the words fuzzy. He touches the bump, flinching slightly, then opens his eyes to look at his finger. Blood. **I'm bleeding,** the thought drifts from him, a touch of dull shock with it.

Larias switches to sending as that is what he does, ** Ye syes I know you are. ** She continues wiping up what she can, then, balling up the rest of the material and using it to lightly press, trying to keep the bleeding to a minimal - damn, and here she is without sewing kit. ** Keep still, but talking, or sending... ** she has to get this under control after all. Her sends, she tris to stripof worry, but she can't help it, new found feelings only serving to make this doubly distressing.

Savith turns his head at hte pressure, a groan again finding its way from his throat. The world slowly coming into focus. **The whitetail?**

Larias winces as he groans, "I know it hurts.. I know." she murmurs. But, the question, shaking her head, ever the provider, ** Is down. Though.. in a much less skilled method than I had hoped. **

Savith sighs. Good. Meat secured. He reaches up to pick up the pressure on the head wrap. **How many,** he asks. Yes, ever the provider.

At the motion, Larias moves the cloth back, leaning to inspect the wound, if its stopped bleeding, that a good thing. She brushes his hand away, "You sit still I said. Let me take care of this. And, not that it matters right now.. three in total I think. One by Winddance, so that leaves us with two."

Savith sets his hand down, turning his head to look at Larias. ** I can move,** he stately, a touch harsh, but the bark lacks a bite. **Three? That's good. Must get it back.** See?

Larias removes the balled up bit of skirt from Savith's head. She sighs, its still bleeding, not good - but it could be worse. She sighs, dabbing at the cut ever so gently, ** I have no doubt you can move, its whether or not you should right now that concerns me. Let the wound stop bleeding, then we will worry about the kills and getting you back to the Holt. **

Savith presses his lips together firmly, not realizing she can feel his wound just as well as he can. **Then let me hold the bandage, and we can get started.** Really! You'd think he'd almost died.

Larias continues dabbing at the wound. A soft hrmph is given, ** As I said, you're not going anywhere until this stps bleeding. So, I suggest you just sit there and deal with it. ** Her tone is clipped, terse, but still full of worry and concern, ** If I have to, I'll sit on you myself to make you stay still. **

Savith grumps, but sits still. Er.. lays still. Headwounds do tend to bleed alot, but with Larias putting pressure, it stops sooner than it would, even if Savith had kep the pressure and moved about. He closes his eyes after a moment, starting to fall asleep again.

As the bleeding subsides Larias relaxes a bit, and then, when its finished, she lifts the ball of fabric, holding tight to it, just in case she needs to use it again. An inspection, and for the moment she is satisfied its not serious, just painful. Only then does she realise his breathing is evening out, and, very nearly she reaches out to shake him, instead, she touches his shoulder, worry in her voice, "Savith? Please.. you have to stay awake.. for a bit longer"

Savith hmms softly, and after a moment, he opens his eyes again, unfocused for a moment, before he fights to remain steady again. It takes him far longer than it should. Finally, he licks his lips and moves to try to push himself up. **The whitetail?... ah.. I asked already. Where's my talonwhip?**

Larias frowns as he moves to push himself up. She moves to stand before him, bent over at the waist, finger poking him in the chest, ** I didn't say it was ok for you to move yet... What would I do if standing caused you to black out, hmm? ** Aside from panic and haul his sorry but back to LostHolt, not much. The question of whitetail and talon whip are left unanswered for the moment.

Savith oofs at poke, not having gotten further than up to an elbow. He replies curtly, **Then help be get up slowly, and I won't black out.** Simple logic should prevail, if the urge to fall over and sleep doesn'y win.

She can't really argue with that can she? Larias frowns and then relents, ** Ok.. but if you black out... ** She'll what, who knows, but it won't be pretty. ** Lets do this, -very- slowly then, ok? **

Savith would nod, but it doesn't seem so good of an idea, so he just holds out a hand. **Alright, together.**

Larias takes the hand he holds out, her own grip firm. Her magic reaches out, ready to envelope him should the need arise. And,. sending tinged with all sorts of worry and concern, fretting over nothing but his well being, ** As slow as you like... I am ready. **

Savith takes his time to compose himself, and gather the mental strength. His magic doesn't come as smoothly as he likes, and so, using complaining sinew, he pulls himself up, tugging at Larias's hand to do so. Half way to his feet, dizziness threatens, but true to his training, he bites down and stubborns through the rest and up on his feet. It leaves him drained, and he sags forward, with a groan.

Larias moves swiftly, from holding his hand as a steadying force to pull himself up by, to a sturdier frame to lean on. Yes she's tired, yes she flew hard and fast, but, this is her Recognized, a part of her soul, aching, in pain. She ducks under one of his arms, draping it quickly across her shoulders, and the other arm is wrapped about his waist, firmly holding on to him. She does not lift them both, right now, fearing weightlessness would be to inviting for slumber. Via sending she mutters, ** High Ones Savith.. please stay with me. Stay awake.. We need to go. **

Savith pants a bit. Taking a breath, he lifts his head, and draws himself up. A subtle sway, then he's staedy again with effort, much effort. He waits a bit, trying to draw up his magics as his eyes serach out his mount. Where is that.. ah, there. **Okay. Let's go.** Hmm... hello... Savith? Are you forgetting something?

Larias frowns softly, ** I will call winddance - the two kills will have to stay here. Ok? ** Her sending is worried, yes, she's noted he missed the fact he's missing things, ** I.. want you to stay awake though, ** ahh, distraction, ** Can you spot your whip? **

The fresh scent of blood in the night is already starting to draw unwanted attention. The distractions work, and Savith lowers his gaze to look about. Talonwhip... well, it's still attached to his arm. **I've got it,** he replies, then tries to focus on the other question. Ok? Okay what? Oh, the kills. **No. Need to bring them now.**

Larias gives the high shrill whistle that typically brings the bird to her. Its not quite the same as Savith's own whistle, "I'll have Wind grab them before we leave them." The lie slips so easily from her lips, she needs him to be calm, unworried, no clue how they arrived out here, it will be by his memory that they will return. ** When she's ready and circling, I'll bring you aloft with me, ok? **

Savith nods, then groans, leaning against Larias again, before he focres himeslf on his own feet again. **okay,** he agrees, believing, and yet, **I'll get the kills ready.**

Larias holds tightly on to him, if he thinks he'll be supporting his own weight, he has another think coming. Another lie, "I've got that taken care of. Pleae, just relax, ok?" She looks up, scanning the sky for the great hawk, and once again, gives the whistle, calling Winddance.

Savith blinks. When did she do that? Winddance, obident, comes at the second whistle, not having recognized the first for exactly what it was. She squawks, calling out as she lowers to a slow circle. Meanwhile, Savith tries to pull the talonwhip to him, but his mind's too fuzzy, and it aches to focus.

Larias lets out a sigh of relief as she hears Wind's answering squawk. Her grip about his waist tightens, her other hand going to grab his where it dangles over her shoulder. Yes, she could fly him without holding him, but spent as she was in downing the doe, she doesn't trust herself to be as delicate as needed with the closeness of touch. With but a thought, the pair lift up, the movement slow, as she confesses, ** I will need your help Savith, in returning to LostHolt. I don't know the way. **

Oh... the ground. Savith blinks a moment. He's not floating himself. Ah, what was the question? **Ah.. of course,** he replies, looking up toward the bird. There's that unsteady sensation of him trying to fly them both, but.. unable to. Below, as the gliders leave, scavengers start to converge onthe kill. But, at least Winddance has a live one in her talons still.

Larias makes no mention of his awkward use of his gifts, instead, steadily pushing them onward and upward, until she matches the slow circling Winddance, ** Savith. ** Its said, to garner his attention, I will settle you down, you have to stay upright, awake, you -have- to help guide me back to the Holt. ** Where there are healers, where there is shelter, where there is safety.

Savith reaches out as they near hte bird, moving to settle to the harness. **I can make it,** he sends, brw furrowing when he doesn't immeditely move toward the harness. A breath, and he forces himself to focus again, and manages to give a push with his magic.

As his use of magic, she allows him some modicum of control over himself, still keeping an eye about him, lest the magic falter in anyway. She stays floating, moving at the same speed as the bird, waiting until he is settled. ** How does your head feel... ? ** Keep him talking and awake, yes, thats the ticket!

Savith settles into his place, talonwhip dangling from his arm. **It's fine,** he replies, **Achy, but fine.** He readjustes, then leans forward to pat Winddance's, "Alright. Back home." What is he THINKING?!

Larias blinks, as he gives the command before she even has the chance to settle in behind. She gives Wind a shrill whistle, the stay and circle. Her mind races, High Ones, this is not good. Though she hates to do it, she grabs hold of the harness, squeezing in front of Savith. Worry and fear filter into her sending, ** Lostholt Savith, we need to go to Lostholt! Rosendo, Llune. Send her to Lostholt.! **

Oh.. right. Savith nods, and is just a dead weight as Larias presses him back. Lostholt. He thinks a minute, then whistles the return to camp signal. Winddance trills, and turns, veering east, back toward lostholt. Good bird. Here's a cookie. When Larias settles infront of him, he leans his forehead against her back, and closes his eyes. Ah.. sleep good.

Larias holds tight to the harness, silently urging the bird back to the Holt, willing her to fly fast and furious. Her other hand she wraps behind herself, with Savith clumped as he is, she holds onto him, as best she can, sending, ** Stay with me Savith. You can't sleep yet. ** Her tone is absolute.

Savith grumbles, and pushes himself upright again. **I'm here, I'm here. High ones, you're annoying.** It's just hte bump on his head! REALLY! A hand has draped about her waist loosely, and he turns his head to look tot he side. Winddance is a good girl,and hte forst looms near. It's not long, and she flutters to land at her 'camp' a landing spot in an open clearing in the forest not far from the Father Tree. The ride is short, for she doesn't detour. Her landing is, however, a bit rough, as she prances a bit to settle the doe under her talons, struggling to keep it alive, as bid by her elf.

** Good. It means you'll stay awake. ** She frowns darkly at the rough landing, though, wastes no time in lifting off bird back, extending her magics to Savith to do the same. Poor Winddance, no good birds given, no word on what to do with the creatuer in her talons. Larias is, after all, on a mission to keep her Recognized's wits intact.

Savith inhales as he's lifted from the bird's back. Barely hanging on to conscieceness, he reaches out for his bird, but can't muster the strength to drift to her. The bird looks at him, head tilted to one side. I'm a good bird, yes? Savith's brow furrow, **Wait.**

Larias pauses, glancing back, oh - the bird right. She hovers, with him much the same as before, arms about him, supporting. Aww, wouldn't Llune be thrilled to see such?

SHe sure would. When he's stopped, Savith smiles weakly. "There's a bird. You eat your fill, then give whatever's left to Volek, okay?" Okay. Good. Maybe she didn't get it, but he finally slums, going limp. Okay, no more for this elf. Sleep calls, and is a far more convincing mistress than any before.

Winddance tilts her head. Eat? Okay. She lowers her beak, dispatching the beat by tearing into it and eating it... still alive. Ew.

Larias flies swift and sure, weaving through the forest to get to the Holt, hoping she recalls enough of the way not to get them lost. Ahh, but when the Father Tree looms in sight, she heads off, down the appropriate path to the den they've been given. Of course, sans spears and kill, the wolfriders are likely not going to be happy.

Nope, they aren't going to be happy. Not one bit. The glider's mad rush to the den gets looks, especially since Savith looks to be out of it, and his talon whip trails behind him, wrapped about his arm. Whispered questions run along hte lines of: Did they get into a fight again?  

[ChosenSavith]

After the Hunt and Bumps on the Head

Logfile from TwoMoons - Savith.

Guest Den
Lostholt's guest den is slightly larger than the dens of the normal denizens of the holt. There are four or five alcoves shaped into the sides of the den for sleeping in. Each has its own fair share of warm furs for the use of the various guests that find themselves here. There are also a few shaped stools to sit upon and various shelves and pegs shaped into the walls for the guests to keep their cloaks and other personal items upon.

It's near dawn. Larias and Savith went out hunting on Winddance. Rumors abound in the holt that shortly before the pre-dawn darkness, the gliders came flying through. Something about another fight. No doubt, word reaches Llune's ears not long afterwards, leading her to the guest den where the wolfriders said the two flew. Larias is (most likely) asleep not far from Savith. Savith himself is tucked into furs, hair loose and asleep. His right forearm has very interesting bruises on them, looks like from rope of some kind. On his head is a fading lump, a bruise, and a scab where the cut has been cleaned. The uniform, one of his last, sits folded not far away, slightly torn.

On one arm is a happy, alert little cub, the other full of fabrics and a few *lovely* dark, soft leathers. Llune coos softly to the child, "Yes, now we'll go get some thread and a few beads and my..." She catches a glimpse of Savith, "Shh shh, everybody's sleeping..." she spies the torn uniform, then whispers a little more than softly, "Time to fix *another* uniform.." she *tsk tsks* "I suppose we could sit over here," she moves to *her* alcove, sets down most of the fabrics, keeping the soft leathers and moving to her bed to set down the cub and the leathers, "Let's see..." she murmurs before lapsing into sending with the baby - how would we cut it? What will we make? Definately needs to be somthing for Moonshade... What could she need?

Savith mutters in his sleep at the voice, brows furrowing. There's one thing missing from his uniform: his helmet. He's never far with out her helmet. But there's something odd about his mutters - they are more of a groan than dream caused murmurs.

For the most part, Larias seems to be sleeping rather deeply and soundly. She's still in her green dress, which is looking rather shabby. Impressive how hard on the delicate materials she is considering how little activity she's had. At Savith's groaning, she rolls to her side, brow furrowing, the blanket slipping off, (after all, its warm in the den). And thats when the full extent of the damage to the green dress can be seen. There is a tear beginning at the hemline, reaching up to roughly midthigh, and a section of the fabric looks as if its been ripped from the rest of the dress.

The fabric which was the compress on Savith's head, which, in his sleep, has slipped from his injury and into his hair.

You sense in a locksend, Larias has kept a tendril of thought locked on Savith as he sleeps. Nothing intrusive, simply an assurance he is there and still ok. Glider lass is all worried about him.

You locksend to Larias, Savith is fine. Sleep was the best healer, truth be told. The unintrusive connection has been helpful, for Larias can feel him dreaming slightly, though the images are broken and beneign. The worry, as he nears wakefullness, gets a bit of his attention, and he seems to try to find you. 'Larias....?'

Savith murmurs again, like a groan, and his head turns again while a hand twitches lightly.

Larias's brows furrow as she rolls over once more, an arm moves to lazily drape across her eyes. Through the fogged lands of sleep, a hazy send reaches out, ** Hmm? What? **

You locksend to Larias, Savith's mind feels it, but too asleep he is, and his inner thoughts remain hidden from all bu the closest of elves. '...worry... you worry. You hurt?'

You sense in a locksend, Larias's sending is much more coherent, much closer to waking up than his own. A correction is made, 'you are the one hurt' she is fine, over extended perhaps, but fine.

You locksend to Larias, Savith seems confused. 'I'm hurt? I don't feel...' Wait a minute! Shouldn't he be awake by now?

Savith groans again, eyes fluttering.

At his groan, Larias moves her arm back down to her side, eyes sleep filled but open. Despite the low levels of light in the den, she squints from the pounding in her head. With a soft grunt, she pushes herself into an upright position. Hardly any distance from Svith at all really, she closes it a worried expression quickly coming to light as she wonders, did she let him sleep to early? to long? She murmurs softly, "How are you feeling?" For the moment, unaware of any other in the den.

Savith fights to wake up, eyes fluttering open with difficulty. He takes a moment to focus on Larias's face. There's two of them? OH, wait, there she is. He grins lightly, then lick his dry lips, "... Thristy."

Larias, though rather worried, smiles down at him, she nods at the statement. "Let me see what I can get." Gently she rises, careful so as not to disturb him. She flits to the packs that were brought with them, then checks the pegs for waterskins which have been hung. Ah, yes, there we go. She doesn't know how fresh it is, but at this moment, a day old won't kill him, he needs liquid! She returns by his side, the skin in hand, voice soft, "Can you sit up?"

Savith had started to drop into sleep again when Larias left his side, but her voice stirs him, and his eyes reopen. Can he sit up? Silly question. But as he moves, it's clear it will be a struggle as muscles complain loudly, and his head screams, forcing him dizzy.

Larias frowns as she watches the struggle, a sigh escaping her lips. She sets the skin off to the side, "If you let me, I will help?" She swallows nervously, "You need to sit up to drink, at least a little."

Savith continues to struggle to sit up, because, Voll help him, he's NOT weak. The effort makes beads of sweat break out on his brow, but when it's done, he's sitting up, panting lightly.

Larias shakes her head as she regards him, stupid stubborn, but then a sigh, she's just as bad most of the time, is she not? The skin is picked up once again, and she holds it out for him to take when he's ready. At least this time she'll allow him the dignity of drinking on his own, rather than a replay of the Mountain. High Ones, don't remind him! Once he's settled, he takes the waterskin and drinks slowly. He drinks a good amount before he pulls the waterskin from his lips, and brings a hand up to wipe his chin, only then seeing the fun bruises left by the rope of his talon-whip. He blinks. Oh my. And he's naked too. He glances at Larias.

Larias doesn't seemed phased by his back of dress for once, heck, she's the one that stripped him isn't she. Where he was doting and watchful of her while pregnant, she takes a turn now that he is injured. She nods approvingly at the amount of water drunk, then frowns, "Meat, or nuts.. you need one or both. Which would you like?"

"Both," Savith replies softly, leaning back to rest his head. "High Ones.... what happened?"

Again, Larias lifts off with care, gliding to where food has been before, and selects some meat and a handful of nuts. Her return is made on foot, that rent in the skirt easily visible when she walks. With a foomp of skirt, she moves to sit on her knees beside him. She doesn't answer the question, instead she hands over the meat, keeping the nuts in her own hand for a moment, "eat first."

Savith blinks at Larias's refusal to answer immediately, but takes the meat first. He eats slowly, sore. "okay, I'm eating," he retort between bites.

Larias sighs, glancing down and away. A shrug, "You were injured hunting. I didn't see how it happened - but one of the deer took off, and you trailed after attached by your talon whip. I found you, unconscious, but alive." Another shrug, "Got you back here as fast as I could."

Savith stops eating, and levels a look on Larias, "And left some of the kill behind?"

Larias nods once, "Save for the beast Winddnace took, I left it all behind." Her voice lowers, hardly even a whisper, "Your health mattered more."

Savith would be bad. He should be mad but... wait, what did she say? He shakes his head, "No, it's not, Larias. Curse it, you and Rosendo need food more than you need me."

Larias smirks, rising as she does so, turning her back, yes, must get something out of one of the packs - a brush, there we go. And so, with back to him, she begins brushing her hair. Her voice is sounds troubled and tired, "Hunting was to help out this tribe. They likely have food enough without you and I adding in kills." Again, her voice drops with her back turned, he can't hardly hear it, though the thought rings loud in her mind, 'I will not trade you for a piece of meat.'

Savith snorts, eating, replying to he mental note, "That's good to know." He sighs, "Well, what's done is done, and the kills been eaten, so /I/ will try again tonight."

Larias spins around, hands paused in the process of brushing long hair. Her eyes narrow and her head shakes once from side to side, "You will do no such thing. -You- will sit right there, until my head stops aching."

Savith snaps his head over, ready with a smart a** remark, but ends up moaning and clutching his head. He mutters, "Your head?"

Larias makes quick work of an approach as he moves to clutch his head, her tone turning soft and tender again, "Yes, my head. When mines cleared I might believe yours is as well. Until then.."

Savith takes a steadying breath and looks up at Larias. There's a smirk, "Finally. You let down those troll-cursed walls." He nods lightly and takes another bite, his tone softening, "Fine, when I'm closer to healed. Until then...." He glances about, not seeing his mother.

Larias sits next to him, the brush held in her hand though she no longer works at her hair. Her eyes remain on her knees, "Yes.. finally I let them down. And yes, when you're better." A faint smile forms, "Though don't expect to go alone. Not after this fiasco."

Savith chuckles softly, "Or hook a white-tail' rump unless I'm braced for it, huh?" Oh, a spark of humor! He pauses to take a drink.

Larias lifts her eyes, a faint chuckle coming from the elder elfess. But, its hard to remain humored when she can feel his head ache, her own, sore, but not like his. "There are other ways to bring them down you know, safer ways."

Savith looks at Larias, all ears, as he takes another bite.

Larias smirks faintly, sensing his attention on her. Now he wants hunting tips, after he's been drug who knows how far and rammed into who knows what. She shakes her head, "Another time perhaps."

Savith just nods. Hunting tips? Please. He was just sure you wouldn't say anything, or say something stupid. Well, he wins, and so, goes back to his meal, a touch smug. "When I'm better," he retorts in a sing-song voice, a smirk on his face.

Larias flicks a glance his way. She sighs softly, shaking her head, "You're still exasperating, you know that?" As if Recognition should have somehow cured him of that quality.

Savith glances up, "And you're annoying." Ah, but he's grinning. Can't hate him when he's grinning!

No, no she can't hate him, especially when he grins at her like that. The corners of her lips twitch, as she tries for a moment to suppress a smile, but, then muscles win out and she actually does. Larias chuckles softly, rolling her shoulders in a shrug, "The bane of your existence."

Savith nods, the smirk turning to a grin which borders on a soft smile. "Oh yes. The bane," he retorts, bringing a hand to his throat, and pretends to gag and fall over. "gah! gah!" What a goof!

Larias blinks as she stares at him in confusion, brows furrow perplexed. Now this is a side of Savith she's not seen. She can't help but chuckle some more, he looks so silly, really he does. "Of all the things I've tried to do to you, choking isn't one of them."

Savith stops and straightens, shaking his head. No sense of humor. Really. He sighs, the smile fading, and he takes one last bite, nearly full.

Larias looks back to her lap as he stops the silliness. How's she supposed to know how to joke and be silly? She sighs, once more beginning the task of brushing her hair. her nose wrinkles as she reaches across her face, getting a whiff of self and dress. "Oh my...."

Savith looks over, and smirks, "Nice. Rosendo smells better at times." Another jibe. He's in a mood. Mayne he should get beat on the head more often! "At least you don't need to be bathed," he grins, a hint of cold humor.

Larias's cheeks color at the jibe, the hand holding the brush falls back to her lap, her eyes turn to look at him. At first, she's almost insulted, but then she smiles lightly, "I'm not the only one in this room a wolfrider could scent from upwind."

Savith's brows lift. Oh-ho! A jibe in return! That gets a grin, almost a smile. "You want to jump into an icy river," he asks, laughing softly.

Larias's blue eyes twinkle in the dim light, her smile turning what could be called, mischievous? "Only if that means I can throw you in first."

From the forest, an eerie howl goes up, a warning.

Savith has! "Just try it."

Larias glances towards the entrance to the guest dens, then shrugs, they are in a holt after all, and though there is a strange sound to the quality of the howling, she shrugs it off. Her look returns shortly back on Savith, "When your head is better... I will." OOo, this could be interesting.

Savith rolls his eyes, "So until then I must live with your stench?" He shakes his head, smiling though. "Thanks."

Larias smirks softly, "And I with yours." She leans a bit closer, sniffs, then "whew, worse than I though."

Savith laughs this time, eyes closing. It's a free sound, light and airy, which tosseds color onto his cheeks.

Larias's own smile softens, the expression reaching her eyes, their blue color almost seeming to grow deeper as light emotions take hold, even if she doe shave a head ache. her cheeks flush a pale pink, hmm, when he laughs, hmmmm....

Savith leans his head back, laughing still. Why is he laughing? Well, he's relaxed! Off duty, sorta, and not trying to make sure everything goes just so. Ask Llune. He's like this sometimes, alone, in her room. A hand comes to his eyes, brushing at the tears starting to form.

Larias clears her throat, eyes glancing away for but a second. But his laughter continues, the sound drawing her eyes back to rest on him. How can she help but to smile, to lean just a little closer. The brush dropped and forgotten in her lap, one hand is free to move forward, halting him from wiping at the tears of laughter, the other completing the motion for him, gently brushing his cheeks dry with the back of her fingers.

Larias clears her throat, eyes glancing away for but a second. But his laughter continues, the sound drawing her eyes back to rest on him. How can she help but to smile, to lean just a little closer. The brush dropped and forgotten in her lap, one hand is free to move forward, halting him from wiping at the tears of laughter, the other completing the motion for him, gently brushing his cheeks dry with the back of her fingers.

Llune walks in with a freshly bathed and dressed baby, smiling and humming gently... At the gleeful scene she is greeted with, she stop and turns the baby to see, ginning at the two, "See? They're so *nice* when they get along!" the statment isn't malicious - it's just... positive reinforcement - her smile is genuine... Rosendo gurgles and shows his *best* toothless grin, mouth wide and drooling just a little.

Savith's laughter stops at Larias's light touch, eyes turning to her in wonder-touched awe. The smile still plays at his lips until Llune's voice fillst he sudden silence. At which point, he blushes and turns his head away. Damn it! Someone saw him being a dork, didn't they? But it's mom. She's used to seeing him. Oh my.

When Savith turns his head away, Larias looks confused a moment, but then the realization that she heard Llune's voice hits, her cheeks flush a deep crimson and she moves back. Her head turned away from Savith as well.

Llune smiles at the two, "Oh, please don't let me interrupt!" she apologizes, "I was just wandering by to pick up this torn uniform of Savith's..." She thinks a moment, "Would you like to play with Rosendo? He's been *very* active the past half hour or so!"

Savith is glad Larias let loose his hair too, for he lets it fall as a curtain to hide his cheeks. "No, Mother," he says, the bruises on his arm visible. "I'd likely dorp him." Once more his voice is growing cold, distant.

Larias rises from where she had been standing, and finally, poor Llune gets to see what a mess Larias has made of her dress. There is a tear beginning at the hemline, reaching up to roughly midthigh, and a section of the fabric looks as if its been ripped from the rest of the dress. She shakes her head at Llune's offer, "He.. is happiest in your arms."

At the sudden change in tone, Llune's smile fades, still visible on her face, but not at all as exuberant as it should be, "I'm... I am sorry... I should leave?" Her tone is questioning, a bit baffled at both parent's rejection of their cub, then noticies Larias' dress, stifling a gasp, "Have you been hurt? Seen the healer?"

Savith remains silently, as he normally does when embarassed by his actions. He sighs, and bites his lower lip. 'go away mom. go away,' he nearly chants in his mind.

Larias shake sherhead as she looks at Llune. "No, I'm not hurt." There is a tremor in the elf's voice as she speaks, "I.. had to take care of matters with what was at hand. Thats all."

Llune nods, all joy drained from her face... Rosendo senses these unhappy feelings and begins to fuss uncomfortably, "Well then..." She picks up the torn uniform, "I suppose I'll leave the two of you to converse..." She smiles thinly, then coos at the babe, glancing up as she drifts toward the door, "Perhaps we could share a meal later this evening..." She nods.

Savith replies softly, "That would be nice, Mother. But later. I've already eaten." Did I foget to mention he's nekkid?

Llune smiles, noding a bow to each of them and ducking out of the room. "Later then. Good day..." And she's out the door as mysteriously as she came.

Savith sinks his head to his hand, then regrets it as it presses down his head wound, "oooh. bad idea."

Larias looks at Llune, cheeks burning crimson now. Her mouth opened and closed but no sounds came out. Oh High Ones! Puckernuts and all that. As Llune makes a sudden departure, she swallows wondering what llune thinks is going on. But the sound and feel of Savith's pain draws her out of her thoughts. She doesn't approach, standing still, with distance between them,. Her voice trembles lightly, full of emotion, "You ok?"

Savith nods lightly, "Yeah, just fine." He sits up straight again and leans his head back, with a sigh. What timing.

And good timing to! Really it was! Larias makes as if ready to begin brushing her hair again, and then she notes with a sigh, the brush is over by him *gulp*.

Savith has his eyes closed, the blush fading finally from his cheeks. Ooops.. does the blanket fall lower when he leans back? *^^*

And here she was looking as the blanket fell to! As the blanket falls lower, Larias lets out a squeak and spins around, her skin a bright red from the tips of her ears down to her neck - and since her leg is visible, its obvious the blush goes straight down to her toes. "Ah.. mm.. Savith.. you're .. proabbly .. going to get.. cold?"

Savith hmms and glances down. oops. and he grabs the blanket up and pulls it up again, shifting to lay down again. "Hmm, thanks."

Larias continues standing with her back turned, tips of ears still pink, posture tensed and uncomfortable - mostly with herself. She lifts her arms, hugging herself, though from behind it might just look like she's folding her arms across chest. There is a quiver in her voice, words short and simple, "Your welcome."

Savith sighs and looks over, sensing that.... "What's wrong," he asks finally.

Larias shrugs, finding her mouth dry, she licks her lips, hoping that will give her the voice she needs. It takes her a moment, but she does respond, actually managing to formulate an answer rather than blow off his question, "I.. don't know what I want. I think I do, then I'm not sure."

Savith watches Larias from the bed area, "If you think you do... what's the problem?

Larias chuckles softly, mirth missing from the sound, "I am.. you are."

Savith blinks and pushes up to an elbow, "We're a problem? That's doesn't sound good." His eyes narrow a touch as he considers Larias, trying to feel her out, not up.

As he reaches out, its easy to sense whats there swirling about, clouding her mind. As one would expect confusion, nervous tension, embarrassment, worry - but below the surface, tucked under that which habit brings, there is love, and High Ones help us - desire. her head shakes at his question, "Not us.." A pause, and s Larias speaks again, her voice trembles, hardly a whisper, "The idea of us."

Savith senses, then nods. "Oooh," he says as he senses the desire, the idea of us. He purses his lips, thinking about Dodia. On and off lovemate, there when he needed. "I see. What did you want to do about it then?"

Larias rolls her shoulders in the form of a shrug, "If I knew.. then there wouldn't be a problem."

Savith nods, and thinks. "Well, we can ignore it," he says, "We can lock it away, or we can act on it."

Larias turns around, her eyes locking on his form. With cheeks burning darker than the rest of her skin, ** And which would you choose to do? If the choice was yours alone to make? **

Admist the howls, Shenshen runs in, "Umm... Sorry to bug, but I think you should know." She glances at Larias, then Savith, eyes reflexively tracing his firm before she tells him, "There's a fire at the edge of this holt. We don't know if it's going to make it here, but..." Shenshen doesn't get further, for Savith's eyes darken, and a sneer forms. He knows what a fire could mean, and with HIS child here, his mother, and more. Ignoring the dizziness, he pushes himself to standing and turns to get his uniform, snapping at the villlager, "Go get my talonwhip." A send to Larias.

You locksend to Larias, Savith is all business, **Sorry, my Recognized, but this wil have to wait.**

Savith dresses quickly, then moves to Larias while Shenshen runs off. He rests a hand on her shoulder lightly, looking into her eyes, **Stay here, and guard Rosendo.**

Larias swallows hard but nods. ** He will survive. ** If she has to kill herself to make it so. She can outfly a fire.

Savith nods, his grip tightens sligthly, **Even if you must leave Llune and Volek. He is more important.** The imcomplete thougth resounds, 'and so are you.'

You locksend to Cutter, Savith's mind is cold, but businesslike, **My apologies for interrupting, Wolf Chief, but one of your tribe has told me of a danger that effects myself and those in my care. I offer my whip, and the wings of my hawk to your cause, that I might protect my family.**

Savith comes flying in from the woods, whistling shrilling and sending to someone. Helmetless, the Chosen as a bump on the head that he's ignoring.

Spooked, Skywise instinctively draws his sword with the sound of scraping metal. Upon seeing the source of the noise however, he shakes his head with a bit of annoyance and resheaths his weapon.

Melisandajerks around at the sound of metal on metal, certain she has been betrayed.

Cutter glances over at Savith as he moves out of the father tree. A faint nod is his only acknowledgement of the Chosen's presence.. or is it an acknowledgement? He moves behind Melisanda out of the father tree but, he soon veers his course, **Lady, you will ride with me so we might reach the edge the holt faster.** he sends to her as he mounts the massive grey wolf. He then looks to her guards, **You two may ride with Skywise and Tyleet.** As he sends, Tyleet moves into the clearing astride her large wolf.

Cutter locksends ** You have my thanks. **

Scraping metal? Yes, the sound of Savith snapping shut his talonwhip and putting it to his hip. Savith's eyes glance at Cutter, and he nods, looking up. His cheeks pale faintly, before he bunches his legs slightly and rockets up to meet his bird mid flight.

You locksend ** I follow the smoke, and lend you my eyes as well, that you might see. Where you send, I will fly. (Such obidence. Good Chosen. Here's a cookie.) ** to Cutter.

Winddance(#10355JTaev) One of the great hawks which are bonded with the Chosen of Blue Mountain. Winddance is truely a beauty of flight and grace. Her body is speckled with brown, black, and white feathers giving her a bit of a peppered appearance, especially at her breast. Her wings however are all brown and black in the typical pattern of the birds. Around her neck is a harness for her rider, Savith to hold onto during flight.

You move upon the great bird, settling down on the silver-gilded harness on her back.

All around the great bird, Melisanda looks over at the wolf, arching a brow. ** You're serious, aren't you? **

All around the great bird, Skywise quickly holds up his hands to Melisanda to show her that he is unarmed. "Easy there. Nobody will hurt you," he says, as his wolf friend Skylark pads over and nuzzles the stargazer's leg.

All around the great bird, Reed hurries along, heart beating wildly. Has her Lord really set the woods on fire?! Oh HighOnes please let it not be. Her bow is in her hand and ready to fire. She's watching everyone's reactions. It's so hard to be sure of anything in this fray.

All around the great bird, Tamaris seems to be trying to push Melisanda along, and his eyes dart around. A very stressful situation for the Underworlder, and one he does not care for. He eyes the wolf as it appears and looks quite apprehensive.

All around the great bird, Reed knows the sooner Melisanda is in Malandor's sight then the sooner Cutter's holt is out of danger. **Lady Melisanda....his holt is in danger...he will not harm you. Trust me...my life is in your hands** Reed looks up at Melisanda with as much sincerety as she can muster.

All around the great bird, Cutter nods his head to Melisanda then pats Ashefur's shoulders, **I won't let you fall off.** he replies to her. Ashefur, doesn't look so much aggressive as apprehensive. The pack still howls the FIRE RUN! howl which has the pack leader's senses tense at best.

All around the great bird, Skywise gives his wolf a scritch before moving to Skylark's side and mounting. He reaches out a hand, offering to help Reed onto the wolf in front of him.

All around the great bird, Melisanda arches a brow, and considers her dress. She sighs, and shrugs. ** We shall see. I am... bigger than you, however. ** She moves, slowly, over towards Cutter's wolf.

All around the great bird, Ashefur stands quietly though it's clear that he's ready to spring away at any moment. Cutter chuckles at Melisanda's observation, **Indeed, you are. Mind your toes so they don't drag the ground.** he sends, sounding almost as if he's trying to add a bit of humor to lighten things up a bit. Tyleet peers at Tamaris and pats the ruff of her own wolf, **I suppose you're stuck with me, then.** she sends, offering a quiet smile to the Underworlder.

All around the great bird, Reed glances at Skywise and then back at Melisanda and Tamaris. Reed has no trouble with wolves obviously but it all depends on Melisanda.

All around the great bird, Tamaris looks over at Melisanda, and takes a deep breath. Hopefully, Melisanda will follow. He looks up at Tyleet, having watched Reed, and sighs, pulling himself on top of the wolf as best as he can, in front of Tyleet.

All around the great bird, Melisanda pauses, and looks off at the distance. She sighs, and nods, coming over towards Cutter, and also starting to pull herself up on the wolf.

All around the great bird, A light smirk appears on Skywise's face as he looks at Reed. "I promise...it'll be a ride you'll not soon forget."

Savith settles himself on his bird's harness. He sends down to Cutter, eyes narrowing on the small curls of smoke he sees, before he urges his mount toward it, leaning forward to make all due haste.

You locksend to Cutter, Savith lends you his eyes, reporting in to you, his mind businesslike and cold, **I see smoke. Not much. Not growing, but seen clearly.**

All around the great bird, Reed settles in front of Skywise. It feels good to ride a wolf once more, but wish it were better circumstances

All around the great bird, Reed elbows Skywise a bit and replies **Well I can promise you the same thing**

All around the great bird, Cutter aides Melisanda to settle on Ashefur's back. Once she's settled, he catches her around the waist with one arm and with a brief send to his bond, they spring into motion, heading toward the edge of the holt as if the fire were burning on their very tails.  

[ChosenSavith]

Path Around the Father Tree(#1106RJ)
The path, bordered by steep rocks, is used mostly by the elves for travel to the woods behind the great Father tree or to lay traps for abundant small game that can be caught farther north.
Now during the whitecold, game is rarely to be found. The path itself is choked with bright snow, huge drifts piled up, making traveling increasingly difficult as you travel.

All around the great bird, Nightfall jerks her head in the direction of her mate, then in the direction of Cutter's send. ** It... just... wait! They are coming. Please, do not continue this. ** Redlance looks at his mate, smiling weakly, as the last of his wet, green growth keeps the sputtering fire back.

Malandor looks around at those gathered here and narrows his eyes. ** Very well. It should take no more than 20 minutes (OOC: Yes I know that's not a elvish unit of time. Sue me.) by wolfback to get from the center of your holt to this location. Melisanda tells me she is on such a beast. ** He stops, and the guards move a little more to circle out around him. ** I will hold here precisely that long. **

High above, drawn by the smoke, the large form of a Mountain Bond Bird can be seen. Sharp of eyes? Yes, she has a rider, long hair streaming behind his head. Bringing a hand to cover his eyes, Savith peers down, gripping the harness tightly, and sending privately as he surveys what he can.

You locksend ** I see them. Three hand. The fire is not spreading. I see no wolfriders. Only underworlders. I'm too high to catch their sends. ** to Cutter.

Breath comes uneasily to Lostholt's archer, Strongbow Waykeeper. His aim does not lessen now that Malandor as stopped, nor does he stop his growling. Rather, he remains, as he is, growling ferally, eyes streaming hot clears that only now slow, the scent and heat of the flames lessen.

Pike flicks a glance at Strongbow, glad he's holding up, then looks back at Malandor. Skot alone seems a bit deflated by the event. He was hoping for a fight, as was Krim, to an extent.

StarFall moves to Strongbow's side and puts a hand on his arm that holds his bow trained on Malandor. With a send for archer from archer she slowly attempts to lower his aim.

Malandor turns to regard Strongbow, narrowing his eyes slightly.

You locksend ** Shall I decend? ** to Cutter.

Cutter locksends ** Aye..we're almost there. **

StarFall removes her hand from Strongbow's arm and steps away from the other Wolfrider, allowing her gaze once more to fall upon Malandor.

Above the scene, the hawk begins her decent, circling lower and lower. Her rider's eyes narrow. Trying to make out details to send elsewhere.

You locksend to Cutter, Savith obeys, without question. He surveys the scene, lending you his eyes for it all. As the angle of his descent brings the forest into view, he spots Starfall easily, and with difficultly, Strongbow. But no emotion does he flavor onto it, simply reporting to you, that Your Will may command.

Surprised by the tears from the strong archer, Nightfall almost starts to growl herself. But she must practice restraint. She must be the calm one here.

The Underworlder guards lower the crossbows, uncocking them, apparently at an order from Malandor.

The sound of racing paws can be heard in the forest before Ashefur bursts from the underbrush bearing the weight of the wolfrider chieftain and one other: Melisanda. The wolf skids to a stop near Strongbow. Fierce lupine eyes survey the scene with a look that speaks of displeasure but, there is no fear there. **Stay your fires, Lord Goumando. Look upon your sister. She has suffered nothing worse than being sent to the vistor's den to allow herself time to calm down. The same was done for Darkedge..... her Recognized.... when they decided to try to kill each other at the howl.**

Strongbow's eyes spot the motion, flicking quickly from Malandor ot his troops, then back. His growl reduces in volume and intensity, a signal to his scouting party to lower their weapons as well. Pike is the first to comply, bringing his spear down to his side. Krim is the next to comply, followed by Skot. The fires finally calmed, Redlance sinks wearly to the ground, panting and shaking, fighting to recovering quickly. When Cutter arrives, Strongbow finally relaxes the hold on his bowstring, slowly bringing the arrow closer to the bow shaft, but never lowering. He flicks a glance and a send at Cutter.

Melisanda spots the Underworld group with a warm heart and smiles as the wolf comes to a stop, moving to start to get off the wolf.

Skywise rides in with Reed on his wolf. His grin sours as he takes in the situation and he releases his grip on Reed and dismounts.

Reed jerks up out of Skywise's all too snug embrace and leaps off the wolf before it has even come to a stop. **I'm not made of moss cloth and I know how to ride a wolf** Clearly Skywise was right she would not soon ever forget that ride. In a running leap she's at Ashfur's side reaching up to help Melisanda down, impatient with Cutter's stalling. She wants to get Melisanda to her brother's side as much if not more than anyone else.

StarFall crosses her arms over her chest and watches with cold, dispassionate eyes.

Nightfall turns, still on her own wolf. Tangle backs up, whurfing once at Ashfur. Nightfall glances at Cutter, glad he is here but still unsure about the UW guards.

Tyleet, brings up the rear of the new arrivals and skids her wolf to a halt. The gentel wolfrider lass, quickly releases her charge and even affords him a smile but, the tense situation she's ridden into soon has that smile fading from her face.

Tamaris nods and gives a smile to Tyleet, and then looks over at the group of Underworlders, and then over to Melisanda, moving towards her as well.

The bird above continues to circle, bringing her rider closer and closer to the treetops, and finally into open-send range, and clearly seen. It's a Chosen, in uniform. But he's hair's loose, fluttering in the wind, the curls pulled from the locks. He looks over the scene, face impassive and unreadable, cold and calculating, just like a good Chosen should be. The question becomes: what the heck is a Chosen doing here and who's side is he on? Again he sends privately.

You locksend to Cutter, Savith's mind remains focused on giving you the upperhand by remaining informed. It's a sublte link he creates, one, it seems, he's used to forming, allowing another to simply replay, freeze-frame, rewind, and play again any 'scene' in his short term memory, or see from his eyes completely. There's a sense of a question, a wordless: Your orders?

As the situation calms more and more, Strongbow's tension ebbs, the growl subsiding until only a sneer remains. His eyes are red, and his shoulders tremble slightly. Redlance, collecting himself, starts to push himself up to his feet, tired, but finding strength to stand with his tribemates, willing himself to go on.

Cutter locksends ** Hold for now. Let's see what Lord Goumando will do now. **

Skywise goes over to assist Redlance.

You locksend ** As you Will. ** to Cutter.

Redlance shakes his head, though whether to clear it or at Skywise's approach, it is hard to tell. He blinks, his tired eyes narrowed and watchful.

Cutter locksends to Skywise, **For once, I'm glad to have a Chosen hanging around the holt.**

Skywise nods in Cutter's direction at the private send as he puts an arm around Redlance to support him. ** True. Eyes in the sky can be very useful in a situation like this. I just hope he doesn't have other reasons for being here. ** is his private response to Cutter.

Malandor nods, noting the arrivals. He seems more relaxed to see the three returned, apparently unharmed. He nods to Tamaris and Reed, and actually smiles to Melisanda.

Cutter releases Melisanda to her guards but, remains on Ashefur's back. **She has Recognised, Lord Goumando and to my knowledge, that has not been fulfilled. She will waste away if it is left that way.** And he should know how that wasting goes having gone through it himself so long ago. **I trust there will be no further action against LostHolt or must we be forced into a war over this?**

Melisanda slides off the wolf and makes her way over to go inside the circle of Underworlders, standing beside Malandor, and looks at him with a smile of her own.

Strongbow remains mounted, where he is, silent, unmoving now that his bow is slack yet still held at the ready. His breath remains a very shallow light pant through clentched teeth, nostrils flaring slightly. Tyleet lets her wolf carry her back and out of the main hunters' way.

Aramis's off to one side, just doing what she's supposed to do. The 'captain' of the guard's brows slide upwards at that announcement, her attention wavering just a bit to glance towards Malandor.

The hawk pulls into a slow circle some elf heights above the tree tops, wings flared in a glide. Her rider waits, mounted silently, watching from above, reporting every movement the underworlder's make to... someone.

The only Underworlder not a part of the group is the elfess with the silvery hair. StarFall watches openly with a cold look in her lavender eyes, standing somewhat with the Wolfrider's yet even they she keeps her distance with.

Malandor shakes his head. ** My soul purpose for coming was to ensure Melisanda's safety. And, until midday today, I was told she was held in the den while Darkedge was permitted to be free. ** He glances to Aramis and then back to Cutter. ** There is no reason for war between us. I had truely, honestly, hoped violence would not be required, and I am sorry a demonstration of my resolve was required. ** He sighs. ** Regarding the recognition, that is something you and I and Melisanda should discuss in private. ** He glances around. ** However, I am assuming you would not tolerate such a force inside of LostHolt. Therefore, we will move back outside of LostHolt. We are prepared for a stay in this weather. **

Tamaris looks quite relieved, indeed, and walks with Melisanda, to the security offered by the Underworlder group. He looks up at his Lord, apparently, receiving a send, and nods in reply.

Melisanda sighs and looks down. She does look more relaxed, being with her own kind, and says nothing about Malandor's suggestions.

Reed sees her Lord and is hesitant about returning the nod. Up to this point she has yet to send to Him. She was ready to help Melisanda dismount but the help was not needed. She follows Melisanda at a distance. She does not enter the 'circle' of Underworlders. Seeing the ones she was responsible for safely returned, her duty is done. While her Lord speaks she just stares at the singed and smoldering trees. She just shakes her head.

Cutter eyes Malandor for a moment before he responds, **What is there to discuss about Recognition? It is either fulfilled or they both will waste away to nothing... be useless to their tribes? What is there to discuss?**

The faintest of gestures is made by Aramis, and the guard's relax their guard just a bit. However, the captain doesn't appear to relax. Of course, it's her job to be overly paranoid.

Strongbow remains silent, watching.

Malandor smirks. ** Because, chief, I highly doubt we want a repeat of this particular episode. ** He shrugs his shoudlers. ** It matters little for the moment. We will go make our encampment. **

Skywise chuckles a bit, thinking back to Cutter's recogniton. "Lord er...Goumando. I know he has firsthand experience with that," he says, addressing Malandor. "He was about as blunt when he was trying to convince Leetah to give in to the calling of recognition. In the end it turned out that he was totally right and they ended up having two cubs!"

Still circling, the hawk's rider watches and listens, waiting. Ah yes, Recognition. It's not safe, waiting like that. Really it's not, Savith can't help but think. But then, a cold thought, and an evil grin, eyes narrowing as that twisted sense of pleasure a true blue Chosen feels at the pain of another. Melisanda's feeling Recognition denied. It's almost enough to make him laugh at her plight! HAHAHA! Let her suffer, Darkedge! Savith cheers mentally, making note to thank the boy for getting back at her for blacksending at him while he was shaped to a pilar in the Main Hall.

You locksend to Cutter, Savith's mind, so ready for your order, can't disguise, cover, or hide that sick pleasure, that cold sadism that marks nearly all that Winnowill has touched. The reasons behind it are clear should you press.

Reed doesn't want to hear talk about Recognition and she's still waiting for her nerves to come down. What she wants most in all the world now is not possible and so she makes her way around the other side of the circle to wait for the out come of this confrontation. Looks around at her Lord upon hearing that an encampment will be made. She's not sure what to make of it.

StarFall's visage breaks for a moment, giving way to a nervous twitch as she hears Skywise's words. It is only for a breath, then the mask returns.

Malandor nods. ** Yes, I am quite familiar with how Recognition works. Forgive me then, I will rephrase my desire. I wish to return, make our camp secure, and get out of this blasted cold, before any further discussions about what has and has not happened occur. The Recognition will... work itself out. There are other issues, however. **

Skywise locksends to Cutter ** Although this recognition looks like it could be even more painful than you and Leetah....to them as well as everyone around them. **

Nightfall locksends to Cutter, ** So, want to adjust that bet we made earlier about this being a difficult Recognition? **

Cutter nods to Malandor, **Very well. Go make your camp and we shall meet again soon.. to discuss whatever you feel needs to be discussed about it.** That sent, Cutter glances at his own tribesmates and there is a brief flicker of send from him letting them know to stand down. He then nudges Ashefur, who soundlessly turns and moves back into the forest. **No fires inside our borders.** Cutter sends almost as an afterthought to the Underworlders. He does chuckle at a locksend and replies, **How much?** he asks of her.

Malandor locksends to Tamaris, ** Three skins of dreamberry wine it is, then... **

Melisanda sighs and nods, turning to look down the path Malandor took to get here.

Tamaris smirks a bit at Malandor and nods.

Skywise sighs as the tension in the air slowly slips away. He shoots a mischevious glance at Reed and waves to her before mounting Skylark and heading off after Cutter.

Strongbow finally pulls the arrow from his bow, and slips it into his quiver. Without another word, he nudges Kindle, and the two turn to head back toward the holt, sending to Cutter.

Malandor mmms, nodding. ** As you wish. ** He nods to Aramis and turns, starting to retrace his steps, leaving LostHolt.

The hawk circles again, her rider awaiting orders to stay or go.

Reed rolls her eyes and just can't believe 'that' wolfrider. She turns her back and hopes he goes quickly. She distracts herself now with seeing what that Glider is up to with his bird.

Melisanda nods and smiles, turning with her brother, starting to walk.

Tamaris sighs and looks over at Reed.

Reed is looking up at the bird and separating herself from things on the ground and waiting. The cold doesn't seem to even phase her at the moment.

StarFall watches the wolfriders begin to slip away back to their beloved Holt, while the Underworlders begin their slow trek out of the territory and off to set up their camp. For long moments she is merely a tall and slender shadow, the faint breeze stirring little tendrils of hair that have slipped from ponytails or braids. Like little whisps of memory, or ghosts of the past, they dance around her face and neck. She settles her hand upon a stone for a moment, the feeling of magic strong, most likely a send, and then the lieutant of Garado slips back towards LostHolt.

Pike, Skot, and Krim turn as well, as does Tyleet, and they all start heading home.

Cutter locksends ** Go back to your family, Savith. I don't think they'll be attacking us this night. **

A shrill whistle from the glider, and a squawk as reply from the hawk, and she turns again, flapping and gaining height, carrying her up and away from the scene as her rider replies to a private send.

You locksend ** As you will. ** to Cutter.

[travel spam omitted]

Base of the Lost Holt Father Tree(#765RJa)
A dense grove of grotesquely shaped trees dominated by one immense Grandfather of a tree whose age is no less great than its size.
It is obvious that the old tree has survived a terrible tragedy and you can see some of the scars left by the terrible blaze on the snow covered branches. Snow lies piled around the trees roots and in drifts around the Father Tree. Like old friends, the gnarled trees embrace one another, their many branches entwined and now snow collects atop them, occasionally crashing down to the ground below. You awaken in the cold winter night to the sound of cracking and snow falling, perhaps from branches above.

Skywise looks up for a moment from his contemplation at a private send. A grin breaks across his face and he sighs deeply.

Savith has settled Winddance to her perch, and flies back into the holt, headed toward the Hollow Tree and the Guest Den. But part way through the clearing, the Chosen, gliding stoically, topples, slamming into a nearby tree, panting, weak, and shaking. His cheeks pale, and the head wound aggrivated, bleeds into his hair and down on his forehead.

Strongbow rides in silence until near hte Father Tree. Sliding from his mount he starts to make the rest of his way to his den, stopped by the sight of a Chosen. If his mood wasn't good before, it's down right fowl now. He sneers, a low growl forming.

Skywise looks at Strongbow with his eyebrows arched. "What's wrong now Strongbow?"

Savith lifts his head and looks at the archer. Oh. Right. Pushing himself up, Savith forces himself to stand. Once on his face, a hand drops to his hip, to his talonwhip.

Strongbow reacts as Savith's hand drops. A sharp growl, and he draws an arrow, nocking, aiming, and drawing in one smooth motion.

Skywise sends franticly. ** Strongbow STOP! **

Savith blinks once. It's clear his mind it's all their, and wild curls, thick and brown, fall in disarray about his face. Mooving slowly, watching Strongbow, Savith sends, **I must return the weapon, archer.** He unhooks the weapon, and holds it out, the rope coiled in his hand as Strongbow growls and aims at him.

Strongbow growls, ignoring Skywise's send. Too much has happened. Too much as threatened, and Strongbow's mind see only Chosen, and smells the oily-sick scent of living trees burning around his ears. He rode fast to get here, to get to Moonshade's arms, who is now running from the Father Tree, violet eyes worried. "Strongbow! Lifemate, stop!"

Ashefur races into the clearing bearing Cutter on his back. Cutter slides off of the wolf's back before he even comes to a complete halt. He doesn't pause much to take in the scene, instead, he moves over toward Skywise giving his soulbrother a questioning look. **Strongbow! No!** he sends openly as he realizes what the archer is doing.

Nightfall had been trotted in sedately on her wolf, her lifemate now half-asleep against her back. But what is this? Another uproar? ** What is the matter? ** she asks, her mind voice curious and a little urgent-sounding.

Savith watches Strongbow, then turns his hand slowly, and open his hand. The silvery talonwhip drops to the ground at his feet, talons closed. He levels a tired green-eyed look at Strongbow, as if begging the question: you going to loose sometime tonight, or are you goingto make us all wait? There's even a slight lift of his chin. There's the scent of elf blood in the air, glider blood. from where? His forehead. A line of blood trickles down nearing his brow and green eyes. The set of his shoulders, the weight of his body in the snow - it's a micrale he's still standing, looking as if he might topple at anymoment.

Skywise mentaly pleads with Strongbow as he nudges Skylark closer to the archer's mount. ** Strongbow please. No good will come of this. How many will you send to the palace? **

Strongbow watches Savith, long after the hated weapon clatters to the ground. Skywise's send stings the archer, so ready to end Malandor's life as he was. Moonshade glares at the stargazer as she senses it, and touches Strongbow's arm softly. Soft sends pass between the two, and a hearteat later, the arrow is removed from her bow, and placed into his quiver. Stalking toward Savith, he crouches, still growling, and graps up the weapon. Good luck getting it back now, smelly Chosen. Weapon in hand, he turns and leaves, Moonshade on his trail.

Nightfall looks bewildered. What in the snowy hells of the Northern reach has happened here? Strongbow has gotten blood in his nose and cannot let well enough alone? Then let the wild wolf of an archer hunt; as Skywise said, how many must go to the palace to sate him?

Skywise lets out another sigh of relief, his hand going to his forhead and rubbing down his face.

Savith watches Strongbow, unflinching as the archer puts up his weapon, then as he moves to leave. He blinks once. Then twice, and the head wound from the night before's little 'hunting trip' with Larias takes hold, and he drops to his rump in the snow, dazed.

Cutter moves to intercept Strongbow as he's moving toward the father tree. He reaches for the Chosen's weapon, expecting it to be given. He'll hold it for the time being. **He was on our side this night. I believe he deserves a little more thanks than what he has been given.** He looks to Moonshade, urging her in send to help her lifemate to relax from this evening's events. He then turns back to Savith, **You should have a healer tend to that.** he sends to the Chosen.

Moonshade nods to Cutter, and manages to coax Strongbow to let go of the weapon. But that's all, and he stalks off.

Skywise goes over to Savith and dismounts. "Can you get up? You're rump's gonna turn blue," he says with a slight grin as he offers to help the glider to his feet.

Nightfall shakes her head. This is too much. ** Go hunt, or sleep, or roll in the furst, all of you. It has been stressful. ** A slight smile and weak wink is given and Nightfall heads up the Tree with Redlance, while Tangle goes to find her packmates.

It takes a moment before Savith turns his gaze up to Skywise. Huh? Oh. Umm. He has to actually focus on what the stargazer asked of him, before he nods. Reaching a hand down, Savith fights to push himself to his feet, the strain paling his cheeks, a drop of blood landing to his cheek. It distracts him, and he drop again, landing on his knees. He shakes his head, trying to clear it, a hand coming up to wipe at the blood. High Ones. He can't think. Where's his magic? Oh, there. Okay. Right.

Skywise looks at Skylark and appears to be giving the wolf a command. Skylark whuffs and moves over to the glider. The wolf then crouches down and crawls under Savith's arched form as Skywise helps push him onto the wolfs back.

Skywise sends for Leetah and then turns to Cutter. "I don't think he's coherent enough to call her himself."

Cutter considers for a moment then finally sends for Shenshen. Ynderra is out hunting, Hope is off somewhere and Leetah is just exhausted so, he calls for the herbalist to help Savith until one of the magical healers can spare a moment or two for the injured elf. **Shenshen will be here in a moment. She'll get that taken care of.** he sends to Savith then looks over at Skywise, not liking that the Chosen is having such difficulty even standing up.

How do you tell when a glider's not feeling well? When he doesn't complain about being pushed onto wolf back. Savith doesn't complain, not really, save for when Skywise's hands grab his right forearm. That elicits a moan of pain from the glider, and he shakes his head again, fighting to focus. "Shenshen," he whispers, trying to sort things out. "Just need to sleep," he replies after a moment, and fights to straighten, opening his eyes and regaining a touch of his composure, and gifts as he shakily lifts from the wolf. "I can make it to my chambers," he states, though his powers seem to flicker about him. Chambers? Dude, Earth to Savith: You're not in Blue Mountain.

Skywise winces with empathy as his touch hurts Savith, but like all Wolfriders, he knows that staying out in the snow is just not a good idea. He restrains Savith when he tries to get up. "We need to get you inside. Just relax."

Cutter's brows arch high on his forehead at Savith's faux paux. He sends to Skywise, **Chambers? I think he's hallucinating...** He sends a more urgent request for Shenshen to come quickly and soon the herbalist is racing out of the father tree looking as if she was just awakened. She doesn't even ask as she catches sight of Savith. Instead, she hurries over to him and tsks, "You need to be inside and under some nice, warm furs, then we'll fix you up good as new," she states then gives Cutter a look as if to ask him why she wasn't called sooner.

Cutter just backs off letting Shenshen look Savith over. At her glance, he gives a small, helpless shrug then turns back to Skywise. He gives the stargazer a small smile and shakes his head, Ah, the life of a chief...

Skywise nods. ** He acts like on who hasn't slept in days. ** he sends as he leads Skylark with the semi-concious Savith on his back into one of the lowest dens.

Savith struggles to stay aloft. Ah, don't you HATE it when women are right? Larias said he needed to stay put, but he just HAD to get up and fly, didn't he? Stupid Chosen. Skywise's grip holds him near the ground, and his powers flicker again, finding him dropping to the wolf's back again. Thank the High One's he's not really a heavy load, huh? Shenshen's examination reveals the cause of much of the issues. Seems this glider's taken a rather NASTY blow to the head not that long ago. Worse, the skin was cut, and now, bleeds freely again. It's very possible he's got a concussion, or worse, but such things are difficult to detect without a magical touch. The pain of his forearm, as Shenshen rolls up the sleeve, walking at the wolf's side to keep up and hold Savith steady, reveals odd bruises, thin lines that wrap about his arm, wrist and hand. As his being moved, and fighting to stay awake, he tries to send, but his mind remains foggy, and nothing that could be called a send, emerges.

Cutter sends to Savith, **Let Shenshen help you tonight. We will take you back to your mate and child after we're sure you're alright.** He moves along with Skylark, hoping that his send makes sense to the addled Chosen.

It surely does reach the addled glider, and Savith grumbles, "Not my mate." How many times does he HAVE to repeat himself, huh? Of course, considering just how much he's been cutting up around Larias, cracking jokes, and making smartass remarks... who knows? A lifemating just might be in their future. There certainly isn't the utter disguist and distrust that exsists in OTHER Recognized couples currently staying in Lostholt. razz Once inside a den, and laid in warm furs, whether Shenshen really wants it or not, Savith passes out, blooding matting in his loose hair, eyes falling closed. And no amount of shaking is going to watch this Chosen until he's good and ready. Unless you black send. That should wake him, well and good. A healer, magical, could wake him too. And of course, there's always Larias.