Log Date: 6/3/96
Log Cast:
	Karga, foundling human girl
	Gliders (in order of appearance): Alorn, Ayerth, Micinii, Azeure,
Irie, Rhyssia, Talyrath, Telia, Liri
Log Intro:
	Alorn of the Gliders has brought an unusual foundling into
Blue Mountain: a human child. And while Alorn works to get the youngster
cleaned up, word of Alorn's new charge spreads through the Gliders....

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Alorn has arrived after a long decent from the south hall.
Alorn has arrived.

Still in the path, Karga sits, her dark skin glimmering, her hair plastered 
  against her head. She rubs herself briskly, and even scratches, trying to 
  get dirt off her body, and she gives the occasional pained scowl as she tugs 
  curled fingers through the soaked mass of her ahir.

The elf returns, an armload of leathers with her. She pauses, raising an 
  eyebrow, to watch for a moment.

Grotto(#564RL)
   Cascades of water adorn the walls in this room, from its spiraling roof all 
  the way to the uneven floor, smooth and rolling like active waters. In the 
  center of the room, dry, is a number of circular basins, each one in a 
  larger one that sinks into the very floors, edged with blue-stoned shells a 
  part of the mountain itself.
   Illuminated with the same far-away luminescence, this low-ceilinged room 
  seems to have two exits. One low-ceilinged hallway that snakes from the 
  room, and a set of stairs that decend into a circular recess in the floor.
Contents:
Alorn
Fountain
Obvious exits:
Into The Catacombs <AIR>  Stairs <D>  South Hall <NW>  

Karga pauses, wincing as she pokes at skin rubbed raw with her rough attempts 
  at cleaning. Her hair hangs in snarled, wet tangles about her face, 
  half-hiding her scowl.

Alorn tips her head slightly to one side and eyes you thoughtfully, trying to 
  determine if you're actually clean or not. Then she sets the pile down near 
  the edge of the fountain.

Karga has changed hue in several places where mud and dust have simply slid 
  off her body, but elsewhere, perhaps, dirt seems ingrained in the girl's 
  dusky skin. She starts tugging, once more, at her tangled hair, then blinks 
  through it as she sees that her rescuer has returned.

Alorn folds her arms once more, standing silently. She continues to watch 
  thoughtfully.

Through the matted curtain of her hair, Karga frowns, uncertain of the 
  returned Alorn's intentions. She rises, standing, and pushing her hair out 
  of her face.

"<Are you finished?>" Comes the question, calm and faintly distracted. Alorn 
  nods slightly to the clothes she brought. "<These might fit you. Otherwise, 
  I'll have> Sakiri <make you some.>"

Karga says unsurely, "<Most of the mud is gone. I think.>" She squeezes a huge 
  handful of hair, making water ripple down out of it, and she steps damply 
  out onto the stone floor.

Alorn nods once, faintly. "<If not, the water isn't going anywhere.>" She 
  stoops to pick up the garments, holding them out.

Damp, her hair arguably even more snarled, Karga stares at the offered 
  garments; drawn, she steps closer.

The Glider offers a dark, slightly dusty tunic and wide belt. "<Do you think 
  these will fit?>"

Karga reaches a strangely shy hand to the clothing, stroking it in awe. "<I... 
  I do not know...>"

Alorn shrugs a little. "<So try them on.>"

Once more, Karga's eyes and mouth have gone round. She nearly drops the tunic 
  and belt as she is handed them, and she gives a little exhalation, as if 
  half-expecting that the impact with the floor might somehow damage such 
  delicate clothing -- for such she must think them, from the cautious way 
  she's handling them. Only after turning them around in her hands several 
  times does she see something that looks like a place to put her head, and, 
  clumsily, she pulls the cloth over her sopping hair.

Alorn rests her hands on her hips, watching. She frowns for a moment, not 
  really exactly how those should look on you.

Karga gets the tunic down over her face -- but backwards, and she fumbles at 
  it slowly. Will it tear, if she tries to move it round? Frowning, she gives 
  it a small yank.

Alorn raises an eyebrow, then grins. She leans down to pick up your old tunic, 
  wrinkling her nose at it.

Karga finally works the tunic round. It has become quite wet itself from 
  contact with her hair, and it clings to her unevenly, but at least now its 
  front seems to be in the proper place. The girl starts trying to wiggle an 
  arm through an opening.

Alorn chuckles softly, still watching. The older leather she holds gingerly at 
  arm's length.

Ayerth says "She looks more civilized now, Alorn.. ."
Ayerth looks at you.

Alorn looks at you.

Ayerth says "though the bath looks to have hurt her more than helped. . .she 
  looks scrubberd raw."

Karga starts to wrestle with the flimsy tunic, then utters a small grunt of 
  dismay when the garment responds more readily to her tug than she expects. 
  Glowering, she starts inching the thing around her soaked body, trying to 
  figure out how to get it into place.

Alorn chuckles softly, nodding. "I think she'll live. Besides, maybe she 
  scrubbed out the dirt."

Ayerth smiles a little, then watches Karga's struggle. . ."this seems to be a 
  bit complex for her. ..
Ayerth walks slowly over to Karga.. . .Reaching out slowly to help her a 
  little, not touching her directly but motioning for her to put it on as he 
  directs.

Alorn snorts softly, shaking her head. "You're really going to help her?"

Karga squints between snarled black strands of hair at the two floating ones. 
  Another test, she supposes, eyes dark; when will they reprimand her for 
  soaking this strange clothing? As she is finally aided, she jerks warily at 
  Ayerth's proximity -- a reflexive movement. But when the floating one's 
  nearness does not bring the expected result -- whatever that might be -- she 
  watches him a moment longer, then gets her other arm through the proper hole.

Ayerth says "She'll just rip it. . .I don't know how you got Saki to make 
  something this size. . .Hard to explain why you need it fixed. . ."
Ayerth nods and smiles at her. "<Good>"
Ayerth says "I just showed her how, she helped herself."

Alorn nods approval to Karga, then smirks. "Same thing. And no, it's not 
  really that hard to explain. Besides, she has to learn sometime."

Karga studies the pair of floating ones for a moment, then frowns to herself 
  and reaches for the belt Alorn provided. This, too, she studies, and after a 
  moment or two more she experimentally wraps it round her waist, and judges 
  the way it folds the wet tunic about her. Not quite pleased, she starts 
  tying the belt's ends into a knot.

Ayerth chuckles. . .A musical sound in the mountain. . .he shakes his head and 
  motions again. . .Around the waist. . .then through the metal part.. .pull 
  tight, then the point goes through one of the holes. ..

Alorn nods as well to that, then turns her attention to the ragged leather 
  tunic in her hand. She smirks for a moment. "Ayerth? Want to do something 
  -really- useful?"

Ayerth says "She's your pet alorn. . .You clean up after her. . .Very well. . 
  .What would you have me do?"
Ayerth looks at you.

Karga blinks at Ayerth's motions, not really comprehending what he's trying to 
  relay. Something to do with the shiny part... she fingers the buckle for 
  several long moments, thinking, then succeeds in drawing one end of the belt 
  through the shaped buckle. This doesn't give her much room to spare; for all 
  that this human child is bony for her kind, still, she is a human and not an 
  elf.

"Get rid of this for me." Alorn tosses the thing at Ayerth, still smirking. 
  "Besides. If you're going to stand around and give instructions, you might 
  as well do something to earn the right."

Ayerth catches it, holding it away from his body. . ."fine. . " He turns and 
  glides out, returning a few minutes later wiping his hands with a clean rag. 
  ..
Ayerth says "filthy thing. . ."

Karga fiddles with the mysterious shiny portion of the belt a bit more, then 
  gives a sudden vicious grin as she takes the belt's loose end and feeds it 
  back through the buckle, drawing it tight. There! Karga has done magic! The 
  thought puts a light in her eyes, as she looks up.

Ayerth nods and smiles at her again. . ."She is inteligent. . .<Good, Karga.>"

Alorn decides it's best not to comment on that, and folds her arms over her 
  chest again. "<Karga? Do you wish to rest, or would you like to see our 
  home?>"

Karga considers this. The marvels she has seen so far have made her head spin 
  -- and with more food in her belly than she has ever known, she is beginning 
  to feel slow, sleepy. But should she say this to the floating ones, when the 
  one who rescused her has already seemed to mock her for weakness? At last, 
  she says stoically, "<I can see more.>"

Ayerth says "should we show her Egg?"

Alorn considers that, looking Karga over. Then she shakes her head. "No.. I 
  think the Egg would be too much for her first sight. It will wait."

Ayerth says "What then? The nesting ledge?"

Alorn shakes her head, smiling darkly. "No. I think I'll show her the Cage."

Karga watches the two tall floating ones, gaze flicking from one to the other 
  and back again, as she lifts a scarred hand to fight with snarls in her 
  hair. Her wet mane is still dripping, shedding water droplets on the stone 
  floor.

Ayerth pales. . ."The cage? What for? She's obviosly scared enough as is. . 
  .Why frighten her more?
Ayerth glances at Karga. . ."You should have given her a brush or a comb for 
  that mane she calls hair.

Alorn rolls her eyes. "Some things are beyond even your comprehension, Ayerth. 
  And I will."

Ayerth mutters under his breath. . ."You so enjoy tormenting, Don't you?"

The human girl then pauses. She does not know the words she's hearing, but if 
  the people of her old village had used those same tones, those same looks... 
  warily, Karga frowns.

Ayerth shakes his head. . in disgust, it seems. . .

Alorn narrows her eyes at Ayerth. "If she is overly afraid of this place, it 
  is due to your attempts to warn her. Now. <Come.>" That said, she turns, 
  heading out of the grotto.
Alorn leaves the grotto towards the south hall through a smooth stone passage.
Alorn has left.

You ascend into the south hall through a rising, smooth stone passage.
Southern Hall(#280RJa)
<Desc deleted.>
Contents:
Alorn
Obvious exits:
Stairway <W>  Grotto <SE>  Into the Air <AIR>  Blue Mountain Catacombs <S>  
  Main Hall <N>  

Alorn moves up the staircase to the west.
Alorn has left.

You follow the stairs up through the darkness.
Landing Over The Southern Hall
     Spooling in around the pillars and arch that lead back down to the 
  Southern Hall, the stairs continue upwards, though the color shifts to a 
  murky, deep, rich blue. The Landing is nothing more than an artistic 
  thought, a breath, a pause in the continuity of the stairs, leading off to a 
  slender bridge to the east. Offering a vantage point to the hall below, 
  echoes resound in a blur of sound in this alcove, open more upwards than 
  down. The air is thick and musty, not touched by the down drafts that 
  freshen the Southern Hall. The Landing's oval walls are broken by the 
  octagonal staircase leading both upwards and down, as well as the bridge. 
  Stone vines rise over the edge around the staircase into a railing, 
  preventing accidental passage. The vines break at the bridge, sliding down 
  against the ground smoothly to prevent tripping, then climbing back over the 
  walls in thich, archaic designs.
Contents:
Alorn
Obvious exits:
Southern Hall <D>  Slender Bridge <E>  Stairs <U>  

Alorn heads onto a petrified vine, the bridge to the east.
Alorn has left.

A small bridge arches out over the large central hall of Blue Mountain.
   You move onto the thorny mimicry of vines spanning the huge hall.
---
Slender Bridge
A slender bridge spans the great hall, from the rock garden on one side to the 
  immense, winding stair leading to the aerie on the other.
Contents:
Alorn
Obvious exits:
Over Main Hall <N>  Over Southern Hall <S>  Rock Garden <E>  Landing <W>  

Alorn moves across the bridge to the rock garden to the east.
Alorn has left.

You follow the bridge to the rock garden.
Rock Garden(#5095RL)
Hidden lights weave tangled shadows in the frozen beauty of the gardens. A dim 
  memory of the dappled play of sunlight through leaves, the patches of light 
  reflect off manycolored stone shapes that echo the essence of trees and 
  bushes and tangled vines; and plants whose like has never been seen on the 
  world of Two Moons.
Several reaching pillars sprout branchlike tendrils that reach for walls and 
  ceiling as if to support them. Clusters of smaller shapes, bringing to mind 
  flowers and birds, emerge from the clinging branches - skillfully drawn 
  forth from smaller veins of softly colored rock.
Seats shaped like crouched animals, beaked and taloned, have been covered with 
  soft furs to invite to restful contemplation of the gardens.
The distant walls of the garden appears as an interlaced mass of entwined 
  rock, forming loops and mazes, scattered with random bulbs bursting with the 
  promise of leaves, or flowers..or other things.
Drafts can be felt from deep within the walls, hinting at hidden shafts and 
  openings.
Contents:
Alorn
Obvious exits:
Guest Cavern <GC>  Catacombs <SW>  Around The Cage <UP>  Slender Bridge <W>  

Alorn pauses here. "<You wish to hunt demons. What do you intend to do with 
  them once you have them?>"

Karga, who has been following somewhat more slowly than previously after her 
  benefactor, comes to a halt at this question. She's shivering a little, as 
  her wet mop of hair slowly dries in the cool air of this place, but she 
  shows no sign of discomfort at this. "<I will fight them and kill them,>" 
  she replies brusquely. "<Like they did to my father and mother.>"

Alorn considers your answer for a while, then nods slightly. "<The most direct 
  approach.>" She smiles again, still rather darkly. "<Would you like to know 
  what I do with them?>"

Ayerth enters the room from the slender bridge to the west.
Ayerth has arrived.

Karga blinks a time or two, as if to asks blankly, 'There are other options?' 
  She turns her head slightly to give Alorn a bit of a sideways peer. "<You 
  said that you would teach...>"

Ayerth just watches.

Alorn mmmms, nodding to Karga. "<I did, and I will. But sometimes it is more 
  amusing to do more than simply kill them.>"

Ayerth shakes his head. . .He cannot understand the facination with torment 
  she has. . .

Karga's brow furrows again, at this. "<I do not understand.>"

Micinii enters the room from the slender bridge to the west.
Micinii has arrived.

Alorn nods slightly, but ignores Ayerth. "<If you intended to kill a demon 
  anyway, would it not be better to prolong the death a little? Make it suffer 
  before it died?>"

Micinii floats quietly in, gently skirting the immediate vicinity of anyone.
Micinii looks at you.

Azeure enters the room from the slender bridge to the west.
Azeure has arrived.

Karga frowns uncertainly to Alorn, allowing, "<The demons made many of the 
  village's warriors die....>"

Azeure wanders into the garden, a frown touching his thin lips

Micinii carries a freshly fired vase in her hand.
Micinii(#6343PJVXc)
Mecini stands a proud near six feet tall, and two bluish-white tufts of hair, 
  the result of pulling all the hair back into two ponytails, fall down her 
  back from the top of each side of her head and to her knees, displaying 
  sharp ears with dangling tinkling ornaments going all the way up their 
  edges. Her eyes are deep blue and very large and dark, which stand out 
  against marbelized skin. A robe of black and blue is draped down her slender 
  body, exposing a narrow line of flesh down the center of her chest. The top 
  of her head is adorned with long, black feathers that stand up and curve 
  toward the back of her head.
Carrying:
Quote Thing(#10540V)

Azeure
Azeure stands before you looking hauntingly like a young Voll. His eyes 
  sparkle with something that appears to be warm and gentle, but yet chills to 
  the bone. He is adorned in robes appearing much hevier than one so thin and 
  lithe could shoulder, but yet seem to be worn with great comfort and ease. A 
  form fitting bodysuit clings tightly to his form and is made easily in the 
  image of the traditional attire of the Chosen Eight. Snug sleeves stretch to 
  the wrist, while underneath flowing sleeves hang loose from elbow to wrist, 
  their wide-banded, feather-trimmed hems flow down to pool at his feet. The 
  shoulders flair wide beneath the high collar of fur and feathers. A long 
  cloak drapes down over his back pooling on the floor as well, lined with a 
  soft material woven through with silver, dark green, blue, and purple 
  threads forming a pattern of peacock feathers. The bodysuit is cut down to 
  mid-chest, the feather pattern of the cloak continuing in a strip down the 
  front from mid-chest to his loins. A 'belt' of feathers follows the lines of 
  the waist, while knee high boots of the finest white fur stretch over his 
  calves snugly topped with feathers. His face is hard and angled sharply, 
  accented by his hawklike features. His thin lips form into a grin as he 
  catches your glance. You notice, in his meticulously combed flowing white 
  hair there rests a silver diadem, accented by an eye-sized dark blue star 
  sapphire in it's center.

Micinii listens to the chatter with interest, although not understanding a 
  word.

Alorn nods lightly to Karga. "<Exactly.>" She glances up and over at Azeure, 
  her smile losing some, though not all of its darkness. ** Hello beloved. **

Karga, while facing Alorn, frequently glances around -- and notes the arrival 
  of two more of the floating ones. Under her wet mop of hair, her eyes 
  flicker unsurely.

Azeure's jaw tenses as he watches the human.

Micinii does not look afraid. She even seems to be secretly mocking the 
  situation.

Azeure glances about ** Is someone going to answer me as to the reasons the 
  five fingered one is here?.. Or shall I throw the plaything out of the aerie 
  to see just how well it will splatter on the rocks below? **

Alorn frowns slightly, now. ** I brought it here. **

Micinii's mocking smile grows a tiny bit broader.

Azeure smirks a bit ** Oh wonderful.. I had thought Winnowills grime grubbing 
  mongrels were bad enough **

Alorn arches an eyebrow. ** Really. ** She glances between Karga and her 
  lifemate, still frowning. ** And what exactly brought -this- out? **

Karga steps back a bit, frowning once more at the dark looks exchanged between 
  the floating one who found her and the new arrivals.

Azeure glances to Alorn briefly ** The question is.. why did you bring -THIS- 
  (Motions to Karga) in? **

** I have my reasons. ** Alorn shifts from sending to speech, turning to 
  Karga. "<Come.>"

Alorn heads towards Around The Cage <UP>
Alorn has left.

Karga frowns; the floating ones are silent again. She catches the motion made 
  towards her, and realizes... they're talking of her, of course... but are 
  they? Hesitantly, still eyeing the others, she follows Alorn.

You head towards the Around the Cage.
Around the Cage
As the narrow, railing-less stair winds through the wast emptiness of the 
  Mountain, it briefly touches the naked surface of a vertical wall.
Where wall and stair meet there is a break in the emptiness, a dark and jagged 
  gap in the smooth wall.
Separated from the wide empty space with stone bars from which jagged stone 
  thorns jut, this small alcove is crude and unshaped, a distinctly foreign 
  element in the intricately woven pattern of the Mountain. It seems almost an 
  afterthought - or perhaps a remnant from times far past.
The crouched birdlike shape holding the flame that lights the winding stair 
  sheds a pale radiance on the ledge in front of the cage, but leaves the 
  interior shaded in darkness.
You can +view bars for a closer look..
Contents:
Alorn
Obvious exits:
Cage <C>  Rock Garden <D>  

Micinii arrives from the Rock Garden.
Micinii has arrived.

Azeure arrives from the Rock Garden.
Azeure has arrived.
Azeure follows, frowning darkly ** And those reasons are? **

Karga suddenly scowls, not liking the look of this place. What kind of dark 
  secret is Lrn going to show her, here?

Alorn faces the Cage, scowling at it. ** Why do you think I would have brought 
  a human child into the Mountain? **

Azeure's eyes hold fast on his lifemate ** Would I ask should I know? **

Alorn turns sharply, fixing her gaze on the human. "<Tell him, Karga. Tell him 
  why you're here.>"

More silences. Unnerved, Karga shivers anew, hugging her wet arms to herself. 
  But as Alorn finally speaks, and in words she knows, she straightens. "<Lrn 
  said she would teach me to hunt demons.>"

Azeure says "<Did she?.. How amusing>"
Azeure glances to Alorn ** To hunt demons? **

Alorn nods. Once.

Karga delivers these words with a child's steady certainty, though there's 
  little that's childlike about her hot yellow gaze. Those eyes of hers narrow 
  a bit at the tone of the words given her, and she holds her heavy spear up 
  proudly. "<I am Karga Demonhunter, and I will hunt the demons with my 
  father's spear.>"

Alorn narrows her eyes at Azeure for a moment or three then turns her head 
  sharply. No, she won't do it.

Ayerth arrives from the Rock Garden.
Ayerth has arrived.
Ayerth glances at karga. . .

Alorn narrows her eyes at Azeure for a moment or three then turns her head 
  sharply. No, she won't do it.

Azeure arches a brow quietly twards his lifemate.

Ayerth looks from Karga to Azeure and Alorn. . .nervously. . .

Azeure watches Alorn intently, waiting for some sort of answer

Ayerth whispers something to Karga. . .

Alorn sighs softly. ** There isn't really anything else to tell. **

Ayerth whispers "<Azure and Alorn Lifemates. . .he no like you here much.>"

Azeure arches a brow ** So you brought it here to teach it to hunt us eh? **

Alorn frowns. ** It doesn't hunt us, and it won't. **

Azeure's gaze moves to the human child "<And why do you seek to hunt demons?>"

Karga glances up at Ayerth, then frowns thoughtfully at Azeure.
Karga answers him, firmly, solemnly, "<The wolf-demons killed my father and 
  mother, and made the chief banish me.>"

Azeure says "<And your kind killed many of the demons that came from the sky 
  in their crystal ship.. for no other reason than what they looked like.. yet 
  you would procreate this horror for all time?>"
Azeure says "<rent the families of my grandsires and great grandsires in 
  twain.. yet you would see the senseless death continue?>"
Azeure glances to Alorn a moment before turning, gathering his robes about him 
  "<Pity.. seems many would share in such twisted justice..>"

Karga's gaze flares, as Azeure begins using several words unfamiliar to her, 
  and she declares flatly, "<If you are not a demon, I will not hunt you! If 
  you want to stop the fighting, then make the wolf-demons stop killing 
  warriors!>"

Alorn glares at the floor as though she'd like to put a hole in it.

Ayerth says "<the wolf-demons not listen. . .>"

Karga thrusts her brown thumb at herself, and yells, "<The warriors did not 
  stop the demons from killing Father! I will become a warrior, and _I_ will 
  stop them!>" Her voice rises in pitch, now, growing more strident.

Azeure's lips curl as his gaze returns to the child "<Oh make no mistake 
  child.. I -am- a demon>"
Azeure chuckles darkly to himself as he descends the steps.
Azeure heads down the stairs.
Azeure has left.

Karga whirls on Alorn and cries, "<You said there are no demons in this place 
  in the sky!>"

Ayerth says "Oh no. . ."

Alorn scowls blackly now. "Skyfire blast it all to pieces.."

Ayerth says "Alorn. . .Calm yourself. . .It will take much to get her to trust 
  you now."

Alorn glares coldly at the stairway. Half whispering, half hissing, she shakes 
  her head. "He knows not what he does."

Karga repeats, insistently, "<You said that there are no demons here!>"

Ayerth says "he knows. . .He knows. . ."

Alorn turns slightly to look at Karga. "<He. Is. NOT. A. Demon.>" Then she 
  turns more, glaring icily at Ayerth. ** GO. AWAY. **

Ayerth Glides to karga. . .<Calm. . .Calm. . .> His vocabulary is limited. . 
  .but the look on his face says a lot. . .
Ayerth winces at something. . ."What did I do?"

** GO. AWAY. NOW. **

Karga, scowling, shuts up, glancing after Azeure's retreated form. She does 
  not understand what happened here, and she is not sure she likes it much, 
  either.

Ayerth glares at alorn. . .and with a curse that he learned in human. . .he 
  glides down to the rock garden. . .<Bitch>
Ayerth heads down the stairs.
Ayerth has left.

Alorn watches Ayerth leave, one hand twitching slightly. She concentrates for 
  a moment, narrowing her eyes.

Ayerth arrives from the Rock Garden.
Ayerth has arrived.
Ayerth sneaks back up to listen. . .

Karga continues to scowl, but her mouth has started to quiver, perhaps in 
  strain, perhaps in exhaustion.

Alorn turns away from the stairs, back to the human. She is only slightly 
  calmer. "<You see? My home has been corrupted.>"

Ayerth sits and watches from the shadows. . .If karga sees him, he places a 
  finger to his lips, telling her to be silent.. . .He's behind alorn. . .

Karga asks raggedly, eyes distrustful, "<Why did the tall floating one say he 
  is a demon, if he is not?>" She blinks behind her bangs, several rapid and 
  weary blinks.

Alorn shakes her head, all the anger and frustration flowing out of her face. 
  She bows her head for a moment before speaking again. "<I do not know, 
  though I wish to> Voll <that I did.>"

Karga subsides, somewhat, and mumbles tinily, "<I did not understand his 
  words.>"

Ayerth motions for karga to get sleepy. . .

Alorn shakes her head again, slowly. "<Nor did I.>"

Karga stares past Alorn for a moment, frowns in vague puzzlement, then for 
  lack of any better comfort, tugs her spear closer to her.

Alorn raises an eyebrow and glances over her shoulder.

Ayerth stills in the shadows, almost becoming one with the rock wall behind 
  him.

Alorn bites her lower lip. Hard. "<I think I should show you where you're 
  going to stay, Karga.>"

Karga nods, slowly, her gaze going flat with barely suppressed tiredness, and 
  perhaps a tinge of fear.

Alorn turns back toward the stairs and stalks down them.
Alorn heads down the stairs.
Alorn has left.

You head towards the Rock Garden.
Rock Garden(#5095RL)
<Desc deleted.>
Contents:
Alorn
Irie
Obvious exits:
Guest Cavern <GC>  Catacombs <SW>  Around The Cage <UP>  Slender Bridge <W>  

Ayerth comes down the stairs from the cage.
Ayerth has arrived.

Alorn continues on, past Irie.
Alorn heads out an opening that leads to a slender stone bridge to the west.
Alorn has left.

Ayerth heads out an opening that leads to a slender stone bridge to the west.
Ayerth has left.

Karga inches suspiciously after Alorn, eyeing the surrounding stonework and 
  shadows as though expecting... what? She doesn't say, as she notes yet 
  another of the floating ones present, and follows Alorn without a word.

You make your way out to the bridge spanning the main hall.
Slender Bridge
<Desc deleted.>
Contents:
Ayerth
Alorn
Obvious exits:
Over Main Hall <N>  Over Southern Hall <S>  Rock Garden <E>  Landing <W>  

Alorn approaches from the slender bridge spanning the hall to the west.
Alorn has left.

You head west to the landing on the immense stair.
Landing Over The Southern Hall
<Desc deleted.>
Contents:
Alorn
Obvious exits:
Southern Hall <D>  Slender Bridge <E>  Stairs <U>  

Ayerth heads west to the landing.
Ayerth has arrived.

Karga gulps, a trifle, breaking into a sweat at the glimpse of vast distance 
  below her.

Alorn all but storms down the stairs.
Alorn walks down the stairs to the south.
Alorn has left.

You walk down the stair through the darkness.
Southern Hall(#280RJa)
<Desc deleted.>
Contents:
Alorn
Rhyssia
Obvious exits:
Stairway <W>  Grotto <SE>  Into the Air <AIR>  Blue Mountain Catacombs <S>  
  Main Hall <N>  

Alorn doesn't really notice. She stalks down the stairs, an elf and human in 
  tow.

Rhyssia
        Rhyssia's hair clings to her body, covering most of it with with the 
  {black strands, the silver almost concealed.. Her gills show pink on her 
  neck, closes as she is out of the water. Her dark blue eyes snap with 
  irritation and dislike as she strides outside of the water, her feet mere 
  inches from the ground. Her webbed hands are clenched, then nail almost 
  drawing blood. She glares at all she incounters.

Ayerth walks down the stairs from above.
Ayerth has arrived.

Rhyssia looks at you.

Alorn has left south into the catacombs.
Alorn has left.

Karga gives a tiny moan, spying Rhyssia in the hall, then bursts into a run to 
  catch up with Alorn.

You go south through the arch and are immersed into the catacombs.
Blue Mountain Catacombs
     Door meets door. High above the smooth stone floor, resting in a chair 
  set into the southern wall, Door used to sleep. To her left, a dark tunnel 
  is outlined with a rim of berry wine light. Overhead, a broad oval opening 
  permits the gliders entrance to another unknown catacomb. The catacombs 
  network into the mountain from the left, right, above, below, forward and 
  even backward. The air is thick and heavy, not well ventillated at all.
Numerous hallways, corridors and shafts open from this area in all directions. 
  Some can only be reached by climbing, or flying. You feel disoriented.
Contents:
Alorn
OOC The Rock
Obvious exits:
Catacombs <CLIMB>  Narrow Passage <W>  

Ayerth has arrived from the Southern Hall.
Ayerth has arrived.

Alorn has gone west, further into the catacombs.
Alorn has left.

You go west through the narrow passage, leading further into the catacombs
Blue Mountain Catacombs
     The catacombs curve against the outer edge of the mountain, snaking in 
  and out of each other in imperfect symmetry. The stone is a soft lavender, 
  smoothed around the edges of the various passages that weave in and out of 
  each other. Although long, the catacombs here offer enough room for 
  thegliders to fly through and indeed appear to be designed for ease of 
  flight rather than ease of foot.
Contents:
Alorn
Obvious exits:
Smooth Tunnel <W>  Dark Stairway <D>  Narrow Passage <E>  

Ayerth has arrived from the central catacombs.
Ayerth has arrived.

Alorn climbs down the staircase, leading to the caverns
Alorn has left.

Ayerth climbs down the staircase, leading to the caverns
Ayerth has left.

You enter into the crooked, narrow staircase leading to the caverns.
Caverns Below Blue Mountain(#5005RL)
     Dirty, folded stacks of furs, hides, leathers - the refuse of the 
  mountain, not worth using, not ready to throw away - litters the cavern 
  floor. The sloping walls converge on the dark, forbidding stairway creeping 
  through the shadows into the catacombs above. A decrepit aqueduct funnels 
  water into a leaky basin in the far corner. The room has been left in 
  squallor, fitting for human habitation. The odor of decaying meat thicken 
  the air, blending in with a fresh, lush scent the softly pours into the room 
  from the staircase. The cavern bulges out from the northern end, creating 
  the appearance of another cavern.
Contents:
Ayerth
Alorn
Obvious exits:
Into the floor <D>  Dark Stairway <UP>  

Ayerth says "this is not fit for any life alorn. . ."

One of Alorn's hands moves reflexively to her left hip, twitching over the 
  hilt of the dagger there. She pauses here, scowling. "<This isn't much, I 
  know. We'll fix it later.>"

Karga runs practically blindly after Alorn, until the initial shock of seeing 
  Rhyssia wears off. Panting, she stumbles to halt, then blinks in numb 
  exhaustion at the two floating ones, jerking in startlement when Ayerth's 
  voice penetrates the growing fog put out by her overstimulated senses.

Rhyssia has arrived from the catacombs
Rhyssia has arrived.

Irie has arrived from the catacombs
Irie has arrived.

Karga clutches her spear close to her, not as a weapon now, but almost as a 
  shield. Her nose wrinkles at the smells of this place, but then, they are 
  almost familiar.

Irie follows Rhyssia down the stairway, more out of curiosity with what the 
  water elf is up to than anything else.

Talyrath has arrived from the catacombs
Talyrath has arrived.
Talyrath silently floats in.

Rhyssia comes stride-floating in, muttering to herself.

Talyrath looks around at the surroundings.

Telia has arrived from the catacombs
Telia has arrived.

Karga wobbles ever so slightly on her feet, peering around almost ferally, 
  now. When she turns round and catches glimmers of movement -- the new 
  arrivals -- she utters a low hiss, and backs up against the nearest wall.

Talyrath looks at the crowds of people in here.

Telia follows along after everybody, mildly curious.

Rhyssia glares at the human, then looks at Alorn, **What was all that about? 
  <Vesh's cry>**

Alorn whirls around, scowling. She's pissed now, yup. ** GET OUT OF HERE! 
  -ALL- of you. Now. **

Talyrath raises an eyebrow.

Irie floats to a sudden halt at the sight of the human, ** What's this human 
  doing here! <<outrage>> **

Irie
The slender elfin figure standing before you seems so light that the lightest 
  of breezes could carry her off. Clothed in a flowing white gown, Irie is the 
  picture of elegance. Her shimmering black hair is pulled back away from her 
  almost white face by a series of slender golden combs. Her slate coloured 
  eyes carry a glint of warmth in their almost vacant gaze. A smile is fixed 
  on her thin lips, what keeps it there is unbenknownst to you.

Telia's eyes narrow and she folds her arms. Doesn't look like she's going 
  anywhere for the moment.

Rhyssia looks somewhat startled for a moment, then floats down the remaining 
  inches to the floor, looking at Alorn and the... uhg, human.

Irie glances from Karga to Alorn and then back to the human, ** Alorn did you 
  bring this.. this beast into the mountain!? **

Karga, with the bulk of stone touching her back, remains there, tensed, 
  clinging to her spear, and staring in dull, exhausted suspicion at the 
  numbers of floating ones who have come down into this dark place.

** Yes. Yes. I. Did. ** Alorn narrows her eyes at Irie, all but daring the 
  other elf to look her in the eye. ** You have a problem? **

Irie glares at Alorn, ** Whereever you found it, take it back! NOW! **

Talyrath cringes.

Rhyssia glares at Alorn as well, having to agree <shudder> with Irie.

Irie shudders her fear-filled gaze locked with Alorn's. She slowly sinks to 
  closer to the ground until her feet frest upon the stone.

Karga, more and more unnerved by the silent face-off of the floating ones, 
  huddles by the wall. She hangs on to her spear, trying to brandish it like 
  the weapon it is, now, in case the floating ones decide to turn against 
  her...

Talyrath slowly, deliberately floats between Irie and Alorn, breaking eye 
  contact.

Telia chuckles to herself as she watches.

Irie blinks a few times, and shakes her head.

Okay, so that's not going to work. Alorn draws her dagger, brandishing it in 
  the general direction of the other elves.

Talyrath sighs sadly and with a flip of his arm, makes his dagger appear 
  again. "Please don't make it come to this."

Rhyssia glares, and just sends, **WHY is this human here? We gonna cook her or 
  something?**

Karga's eyes widen at the sight of the visible blades. Her teeth clench, and 
  she starts to tremble, her grip tightening on her spear.

Rhyssia stands where she is, despite Tal suggestion to leave now before 
  getting hurt...

Talyrath sighs.

Alorn bites her lower lip, hands tightening until the one with the dagger 
  whitens and the nails of the other dig into the palms of her hands. After a 

Telia straightens, ** <command> <tightly leashed anger> That is quiet enough! 
  Everybody will cease this foolishness now! **

Rhyssia glances at Telia, **I have yet to do a thing.**

Mysia raises her head and quirks a brow, looking first at her dagger and then 
  at her faintly bloody hand. Then she looks up at Talyrath, total 
  cluelessness written all over her face.

Telia glares at Rhyssia, ** Then don't. **

Karga, trembling violently now, starts looking in all directions. She has to 
  get out of here. She bursts out raggedly in Alorn's direction, "<You-you 
  said you were going to teach me!>"

Talyrath offers Alorn/Mysia a hand. ** Come with me Mysia... It's dangerous 
  down here. **

Rhyssia glares back, then blinks at Alorn?

Irie turns her attention to the human, "What did the thing say?"

Mysia turns a little to look at Karga, tipping her head slightly to one side. 
  She puzzles for a moment, as what the human made sense, but she has no clue 
  why.

Liri has arrived from the catacombs
Liri has arrived.

Karga stares at her benefactor, round-eyed, and paling, as the one who called 
  herself 'Lrn' to her gives her no answer. "<Noooooo,>" she moans, and she 
  whirls, then, moving to dash out the nearest escape route she can find.

Liri darts downward, through the air, evidently just in time to come very 
  close to colliding with a running human. ** Tenspan's wings! What -- !! **

Telia shakes her head, "<Not so fast little one.>" And Karga starts to rise in 
  the air.

Liri's hand slips to her talon whip, weapon flinging towards the human.

Karga shrieks, a raw sound of panic, at the near collision... and again, as 
  she suddenly floats.

Rhyssia watchs for a moment, as the human brat makes a bunch of noise...

Mysia looks seriously lost for a moment and attempts to figure out what to do 
  with her dagger. For lack of a better idea, she puts it back where she, or 
  rather Alorn, got it from, then wipes her other hand off on her leg.

Talyrath takes Mysia's hand and gently tugs her away from the impending fight.

Karga's heavy spear has already clattered to the ground; Liri's whip scores 
  her, and she wails again, thrashing her limbs randomly. "<Demons! Lrn lied! 
  You're demons! Let me go! Curse you! Killers!>"

Liri retracts the whip as Karga struggles in the air, then snorts. "Might be 
  easier, Telia, if I wrapped her up. Sar said there was a human here. /Why/?"

Karga bursts into frantic tears, sobbing incoherently in her own tongue.

Telia sighs, "<Must you be so melodramatic. Now just sit tight, and be quiet>" 
  She shrugs at Liri, "Alorn brought her in, you could ask her, when she's 
  herself again."

Irie glances at Mysia, avoiding eye contact this time. ** Alorn brought it 
  inside. **

Mysia tugs her hand away from Talyrath, shaking her head.

Liri's eyebrows go up. "Who is Alorn right now? Tell it to calm down or I'll 
  tie it up."

Talyrath takes Mysia's hand and holds it firmly, eyes boring into her.

Irie says "Tie it up anyways, then drop it off the the top of the mountain."

Mysia scowls at Talyrath, struggling now to get away from him.

Rhyssia nods...

Liri says "Has it hurt anything?"
Liri says "No sense in killing it if it hasn't hurt anything. We need the Hoan 
  G'Tay Sho's friendliness, after all."

Rhyssia snorts, **Just the ears...**

Irie sneers, "Does it have to?! It's a _human_, Liri."

Karga continues a steady stream of sobs, with words like 'demons' and 'Mother' 
  and 'Father' interspersed in her litany, and curls into a tight feral ball 
  in the air.

Liri turns her head to stare at Irie. "You're very clever to see that, Irie. 
  And we /do/ have use for humans."

Telia softens her tone slightly as she speaks to Karga, "<Just calm down, I'm 
  sure whatever 'Lrn' told you was true. We'll get it all sorted out in a 
  bit.>"

Liri says "If you don't like it, avoid it."

Rhyssia's eyes laugh for a moment, at Liri's... assessment of Irie's 
  cleverness, then contiues to watch, not liking the human here anymore then 
  Irie...

Karga lifts her head only slightly at Telia's words; her brown face is blank 
  with terror. If Telia's assurance makes much of an impact on her panic, the 
  human child gives no obvious sign of it. She still clutches herself, still 
  vibrates with fright.

Irie says "Would the human be carrying on so if she were one of the Hoan G'Tay 
  Sho?"

Liri
Tall, as gliders are, and whipcord thin, like her mother, Liri is still young, 
  barely a child by the standards of the mountain in which she lives, but an 
  adult in her wolfrider heritage. Thick flame-red hair is pulled back in a 
  delicately braided bun, a determined tendril or two dropping to frame 
  sea-blue eyes in a face pale brown, the coloring vastly darker than the 
  other elves of Blue Mountain. She wears a beautifully woven outfit of dark 
  blues, whites, and greys, the blues merging up the outer thighs and ribs of 
  the snugly fitting suit. Greys and whites pattern into feathers down the 
  center and over the shoulders and outer arms of the outfit, small wings 
  rising up from the shoulders. The cut of the neck plunges down to the bottom 
  of her breastbone, dark skin setting off the pale colors, and rises up to 
  frame her chin with a feather-touch. At her hip is the talon-whip of the 
  Chosen. 
Carrying:
talon whip
Wolfhead pin

Liri glides slightly closer to the human. "It obviously isn't one. But that 
  doesn't mean we should kill it. The Hoan wouldn't like it."

Irie glares at the human with a strange mix of hatred and fear in her eyes.

Telia mumbles under her breath, an floats the human's spear over towards the 
  child. It seemed to give her some comfort before.

Liri's sending is calm, as reassuring as she can be. ** It poses no danger to 
  us, Irie. It's young and afraid. Don't worry. **

Karga does not register the weapon's presence till it nudges her; then, 
  frantically, she grabs at it, sobbing all the while. Her volume has gone 
  down, though, and she curls up again, trying to block out the sight of 
  everything around her.

Irie shouts, "No, Telia! Don't give it back its weapon!" Her fear starting to 
  overwhelm her hatred.

Liri's sending snaps out: ** Irie. Hush. You'll terrify it more, and it might 
  get in a lucky shot. Be a pity to discover that spear in your chest, 
  wouldn't it? **

Telia glares at Irie, "Its not like it poses us any danger. We could stop her 
  easily before she did us any harm."

Rhyssia glances at Irie, a faint look of .... malice? in her eyes, or is that 
  just sarcasm...

Irie shrinks away from the human, her gaze never leaving the spear, ** No, get 
  it out of here... please <growing fear> **

Telia looks down her nose at Irie, ** Why don't you leave. **

Talyrath grabs ALorn/Mysia and holds her close, putting his face right in 
  hers. "I _TOLD_ you to leave."

Mysia glares at Talyrath and then tries to kick him. ** NO. **

Talyrath's whole attitude promises violence.

Irie overcomes her fear for a moment, ** Not til I know it's gone. **

Liri glances sharply at Talyrath and Alorn, and glides that way, reaching for 
  both of their shoulders. ** Calmly, Talyrath. Let Alorn go. **

Talyrath twists slightly and lets the kick bounce off and rushes the two of 
  them backward, pinning Mysia against a wall. "Bring Alorn back. NOW.

Rhyssia watches these elves, these very strange elves...

Mysia gets pinned and glares at Talyrath. ** Let me go! **

Liri hesitates, letting Talyrath go, eyes dark.

Talyrath bounces her off the wall once. "You are NOT welcome here Mysia. GO 
  NOW!"

Karga curls all four of her limbs around her spear, mind blanked to anything 
  else, and mutters "<Mother>" and "<Father>" over and over.

Mysia's head hits the wall hard and flops forward. She stops struggling.

Telia folds her arms and her eyes move among everybody in the room in turn.

Alorn looks up again, blinking a bit. She scowls a bit at Talyrath. "Let me 
  go."

Talyrath grins at Alorn WIDELY before letting go.

Liri's shoulders relax minimally, as Alorn calms.

Telia sighs, "Finally, I'm getting very tired of all the insanity around here."

Alorn looks oddly at Talyrath, then turns her head to look at the rest of the 
  cavern. Hey wait a minute.. ** What in Voll's name is going on? **

Karga, reduced to tiny, choked whimpers, hangs there in the grip of Telia's 
  magic even still, her matted hair hanging down from her head as she tries to 
  hide her face in her curled arms.

Liri glances at Talyrath momentarily, one eyebrow raised, then nods.

Rhyssia grumbles to herself about strange gliders, and pets, and turns to go 
  back the way she came, **Your pet's been screeching away...**

Telia folds her arms, "Your behavior caused your little ... friend to freak 
  out, and everybody else."

** I told you to get out. ** Alorn moves away from the wall, gliding towards 
  Karga. ** You really should learn to listen. **

Liri, irritably, sends, ** Stop sniping at each other. Do you intend to keep 
  the human, Alorn? **

Alorn nods once to Liri. ** I do. If these <disgust> will leave her alone. **

Liri says "Have you spoken with Lord Winnowill about this?"

Rhyssia grumbles about smelly little pests and leaves, giving one scornfilled 
  look at the cowering Irie before leaving.

Telia sets the human gently down on the floor now that the excitment seems to 
  be over and there's less danger that she'll hurt herself.

Rhyssia has left into the shadows of the staircase.
Rhyssia has left.

Karga, lowered, continues to sob, softly.

Alorn snorts softly. "Not yet. I've barely had her here long enough to feed 
  her and make her presentable. If I didn't have so much" -Heavy- sarcasm on 
  this, mind you, "HELP.. maybe this wouldn't have been so.. messy."

Liri looks at the sobbing human. "You haven't, in fact, made her presentable. 
  She smells terrible. And it is generally Lord Winnowill's choice as to what 
  humans come in; you cannot blame them for fearing."

Alorn sighs softly, kneeling by Karga. "She's been bathed. She'll need to 
  bathe again, I know." She shrugs. "Generally, yes. This one is a slightly 
  different case." The Glider sighs softly. "<Karga?>"

The human child is curled up tightly where Telia lowered her, her arms and 
  legs wrapped around the crude spear, her shoulders quivering.

Liri's sending grows slightly sharp. ** Alorn. The Mountain is Lord 
  Winnowill's. I do not think there are 'different cases'. I'm /quite/ sure 
  Lord Winnowill would agree. **

"I know that, Liri." Alorn remains, finally, perfectly calm, and reaches out 
  to gingerly lay a hand on the human's shoulder. "<Karga? What's wrong?>"

Telia turns to leave, "As interesting as this little episode has been, I must 
  take my leave." She chuckles as she leaves muttering under her breath.
Telia has left into the shadows of the staircase.
Telia has left.

Karga snaps her head up, at the sound of Alorn's more normal voice. Her eyes 
  are full of tears, the flesh around them puffy, and she stares up in blank 
  fright.

Alorn looks over at the others in the cavern. ** Would you all -=PLEASE=- go 
  away? **

Talyrath sighs. "Be careful, Alorn. For your own sake."
Talyrath has left into the shadows of the staircase.
Talyrath has left.

Irie flies off quickly, two fears taking over at once.
Irie has left into the shadows of the staircase.
Irie has left.

Karga whimpers hoarsely, "<Not want me... nobody wants me... Demonmarked...>"

Liri, curiously, asks, "What is she saying?"

Alorn supposes that's as many as she's going to get rid of, and looks back at 
  Karga. "<No, Karga. I do want you. Maybe you are demonmarked, but maybe you 
  can make that a good thing.>" .. "She thinks she's not wanted. Anywhere."

Liri's eyes are still curious. "Why?"

Alorn snorts softly. "Why do you think? Her parents were slain by 'demons', 
  her village exiled her, and now this?"

Liri sighs. "I don't speak the human tongue, Alorn, and no one has explained a 
  cursed thing."

Karga mutters brokenly, "<Village said go. O-or warriors kill. Floating ones 
  fight... bad luck... I brought the bad luck...>" Another sob, from an 
  already raw throat.

"<We quarrel often, Karga. It's not your fault.>" Alorn frowns for a moment, 
  then sighs. "<Do you still want me to teach you, or shall I let you go?>" 
  She glances back at Liri for a moment. ** They can't explain. They don't 
  know. They never bothered to ask. **

Liri says "They rarely do."

Alorn nods a little.

Karga bursts out in a fresh wave of sobs, "<I-I have nowhere to go!>"

Liri squints. "It's .very. noisy." She crouches next to the human. "Has it 
  eaten?"

Alorn looks back at Karga. Her voice is soft, and rather quiet. "<But do you 
  want to stay here?>" Again she glances at Liri. "She has."

Liri nods thoughtfully. "What are you going to do with it?"

Karga, at this point vaguely aware that she appears to have a choice between 
  staying in a dark and strange place full of beings who don't like her, and 
  returning to the wild, where it's cold, equally strange, and she goes 
  hungry, whimpers, "<Want a h-h-h-home....>"

Alorn frowns slightly. "She has a name, Liri. And I had thought to keep her 
  and teach her some manners. Unfortunatly, no one seems to want to let me do 
  that." She gently rubs Karga's shoulder, sighing. "<I know you do.>"

Liri turns her head to look at Alorn. "/What/ is its name?"

Alorn says "Her name is <Karga.>"

Karga blinks glassily, first at Alorn, then at the gentle contact, as if in 
  amazement that such a thing is happening.

Liri repeats, somewhat awkwardly, "<Karga>. How.. ugly."

Alorn shrugs slightly, leaning back a little. "She likes it, I suppose."

Liri says "Can't we give her something prettier? What does <Karga> mean?"

Alorn shakes her head. "We could try, I suppose. And as for what it means.. I 
  don't know."

Karga scrubs her hand across her eyes, while clutching at her spear with the 
  other.

Liri, reasonably, says, "Well, *ask* her."

Alorn shakes her head. "I'll ask her later. When she's calmer."

Karga, still reflexively shivering every so often, peers warily at the pair of 
  elves.

Alorn continues to gently rub Karga's shoulder, trying to soothe the child.

Liri rubs a hand over her face. "Where will you keep her? In the catacombs, or 
  .. well, where?"
Liri's sending is slightly concerned. ** Lord Winnowill must be told, very 
  soon, Alorn. **

Alorn nods slowly. "Here, I think, for the time being. There really isn't 
  anywhere else to put her." She sighs. ** I know. **

Karga settles, somewhat, but keeps flicking furtive glances from side to side. 
  Perhaps lulled by Alorn's rubbing, she trails off into occasional sniffles.

Alorn smiles faintly at Karga. "<Will you be alright here by yourself?>"

Liri says "Where did .you. learn the human tongue, Alorn?"

Karga goes pale again, under her brown skin, and yelps, "<I....>" Her mouth 
  quivers in plain fear, but something like what seems to be her usual 
  demeanor sifts back into her face. "<I....>"

Liri reaches out a hand towards Karga. "Tell her I'll stay. Tell her I'm one 
  of the Mountain's fighters, and will protect her."

Karga trails off, then wraps her other arm around her spear and mutters, 
  "<Always alone. I will... be alright.>" She scowls, but weakly.

"I've picked up bits and pieces of it from my brother, and from the humans who 
  used to live here." Alorn nods to Liri, then looks once more at Karga. "Liri 
  <will stay with you.>"

Karga blinkblinks, then, at Liri.

Liri smiles, somewhat crookedly, and not at all certainly.

Alorn starts to stay something else, then sighs and stands.

Liri settles into a comfortable guarding stance, and looks at the human girl. 
  "Sleep."

Karga huddles back up against the wall, whimpering again, lowly, at Alorn's 
  departure. After a time she crumples up into a ball on the stone floor, and 
  cries herself into exhausted slumber.

[End log.]