Log Date: 5/31/96, 6/1/96 , 6/3/96
Log Cast:
	Karga, exiled human child
	Gliders (in order of appearance): Alorn, Telia, Ayerth, Sar,
Eveshka, Evala, Talyrath
Log Intro:
	Having just returned from a hunting trip, Alorn has brought
back to Blue Mountain an unexpected prize: a human child, who claims to
be out to hunt demons. Alorn has promised to teach Karga Demonhunter --
as she calls herself -- how to hunt her demons, and has brought the
child to Blue Mountain. Now, having undergone the terrifying experience
of flight, Karga prepares to follow her rescuer into this strange
place in the sky....

----------
Alorn chuckles softly, slipping down as she speaks. "<Welcome to Blue 
  Mountain.>"
Alorn slides gracefully out of the saddle.
Alorn has left.
Around ShootingStar, Alorn has arrived.

Karga quivers. Does this mean... she can get off? Opening her eyes a little 
  more, Karga glances around, and then down to the stone where the bird has 
  landed. Knowing no better way to get off -- and wishing to waste no time 
  thinking of a slow way -- she hastily and clumsily slides right down the 
  hawk's glossy flank, and lands on her rump.

You slide gracefully out of the saddle onto the ground.
Nesting Ledge
The broad nesting ledge in the aerie has been lovingly shaped, stone wines 
  forming niches and ledges for each of the great birds. The ledge overlooks 
  the rest of the aerie. The ground is kept meticulously clean by the Chosen, 
  but a few large feathers will often have escaped their attention. Feed and 
  water is plentiful.
Contents:
Alorn
ShootingStar
Talon
Nightfeather(#2638IJMeq)
Justice(#7007JMepq)
Speckle(#8060IJMaep)
Firstspan
Skree
Blue Tinged Fledgling
Cloudripper
Obvious exits:
Aerie <O>  

ShootingStar screeches as that. Alorn, on the other hand, pays no apparent 
  attention, instead moving to take the harness off the hawk.

Cloudripper sleepily lifts her head at all the noise. She slowing scans the 
  room stopping to peer at Karga. What is that doing in her nest.

Karga allows herself only a small wince at her undignified dismount, then 
  peers, still quivering, around her new location. _More_ of the great birds, 
  here... she bites her lip enough to draw blood, to try to quell the moan 
  threatening to creep out of her.

Alorn hauls the harness off her bond, taking it over and putting it on a ledge 
  where there there are several other of the same. Then and only then does she 
  come back, raising an eyebrow. "<Well?>"

Karga climbs stiffly to her feet, then blurts, staring at her -- for lack of a 
  better word -- rescuer, "<What... what _are_ you?!>"

Alorn smirks, folding her arms over her chest. "<I told you already. I'm an 
  elf.>"

"<But... but you live, here? In the sky?>" Karga untenses, just a bit, though 
  she twitches every time the regard of one of the hawks falls on her bony 
  frame.

Alorn nods a bit. "<Yes, we live here.>" She glances around, smirking still. 
  "<Though we live farther into the Mountain.>"

Karga blushes under her brown skin as she realizes this is a hint; she nods, 
  sheepishly, and inches away from Shootingstar.

The smirk fades and instead the elf smiles. "<Are you hungry?>"

Karga, striving to regain her composure, slowly nods.

Alorn nods once, lightly, then glances toward the main part of the Aerie. She 
  sighs softly before speaking again. "<Alright. Come on.>"

Karga bobs her head, trying to pretend she isn't scared witless. One arm still 
  wrapped along her spear, she moves to follow.

Alorn moves into the aerie.
Alorn has left.

You head into the aerie.
Aerie
   At the very summit of the Mountain you find the clearest signs of the 
  transformation initiated by the Dreaming gliders at Winnowills bidding. The 
  rocky surface is still shaped in intricate loops and whirls, echoing the 
  wonder of the great Egg. Half familiar shapes can be sensed as much as felt 
  among the twisting and folding surfaces..some utterly alien, other of a 
  disturbing familiarity. 
   Pain cries from the walls, but so do joy, and wonder, and the dizzying 
  echoes of the long gone Dreams. The gargantuan latticework forms a dome to 
  crown the Mountain with shapes that from afar might seem to be the roots of 
  some twisted tree. Even here, the tiny cracks can be seen criss-crossing all 
  surfaces.
   The loops and folds open out to the open sky in unexpected places, and 
  ways. Though none of the openings are larger than the armspan of a glider, 
  and most much smaller, there are still few places left shadowed. The light 
  of the sun and the moons weaves intricate shadows, that changes in 
  fascinating ways as time passes.
   In some nooks and crevices there have been placed furs or pillows, telltale 
  traces of the gliders spending hours and days in dreamy contemplation of the 
  sky.
There is a confusing number of passages here. The one to the East seems 
  promising.
Contents:
Alorn
Telia
Obvious exits:
Sky <U>  Hall of the Chosen Eight <8>  Nesting Ledge <NL>  

Alorn comes into the Aerie some distance ahead of Karga, pausing to nod a 
  greeting to Telia.

Karga creeps into view after Alorn, drinking in everything in sight.

Telia sits on the edge of the aerie, her legs dangling in the air. She turns 
  her head, and nods to Alorn. An eyebrow raises as Karga comes into view, ** 
  Another pet? **

Telia
From the top of Telia's silver head, to the tips of her black slippers, which 
  don't quite touch the floor, there is not a hint of color. Her face is pale, 
  and her grey eyes seem to continously shift over a wide range emotions, 
  reflecting the varied nature of her thoughts. Her silver hair is short, but 
  with signs that its growing out, like the bangs which fall often into her 
  eyes. At the nape a narrow braid, about a quarter of an inch wide hangs down 
  her back. The long, graceful length of her body is clothed in a loose, 
  flowing jumpsuit, primarily colored black. Silver threads form a swirling, 
  shifting pattern that seems hauntingly familiar, although there are no 
  recognizable objects in it. The pattern covers the entire jumpsuit, even the 
  long, flared sleeves and legs. Only the tips of her fingertips and the point 
  of her slippers can be past the ends. Her only jewelry is a small silver 
  loop in her left ear.

Karga, seeing another of the... elves, stares at Telia, wide-eyedly.

Alorn chuckles softly, shaking her head. ** No, not a pet exactly. More of an 
  experiment. **

Telia hmms softly, looking Karga up and down, ** An experiment in what? How 
  much you can get away with? **
Telia looks at you.

Ayerth makes it to the top of the long, wide stairs.
Ayerth has arrived.
Ayerth glides in. . .
Ayerth looks at you.
Ayerth looks suprised to say the least!
Ayerth says "A human??"

Alorn frowns faintly as Ayerth glides in, then shrugs. ** Enough, most likely. 
  .. Yes Ayerth. A human. **

Karga's yellow gaze rests on Telia for a long time before she shifts it to 
  study the rest of the wide chamber. Then, seeing yet another of the floating 
  ones, she tenses -- still clinging to her spear, and unnerved by what 
  appears to her to be silence. She eyes Alorn, when the new floating one 
  speaks, proud enough to realize that if her finder's kin wish to inspect 
  her, perhaps this is part of another test...
Karga waits, then. She can bear this test -- not so terrifying as the flight 
  of the great bird, even if the deep eyes of the floating ones pierce so...!

Alorn turns a little to watch the human. ** She seems to be more receptive 
  than many of her kin. I think she may actually be trainable. **

Telia nods slowly, ** She certainly looks young enough to be maelable. But 
  what use could she be? **

Karga holds her spear butt-down, steadily against the stone, and puts on as 
  stoic a look as she can manage -- and attempts to ignore the subtle growling 
  in her belly. A muscle quivers in her bony cheek, as she eyes the floating 
  ones inspecting her.

Alorn turns her gaze on Ayerth now, raising an eyebrow. ** Surely you have the 
  sense to know -that- much. How many human girl children have you seen with 
  spears? ** Then she shakes her head. ** No, I'll do that. **

Ayerth nodnods, then floats a little closer to the human girl. . .
Ayerth looks at you.

Telia sniffs, ** Get her a bath as well. **

Karga, thin hands still curled round the shaft of her spear, flicks her gaze 
  round to note the nearest and newest of the floating ones.

Ayerth
A voice from the shadows, a flutter, and Ayerth stands before you, shyly. He 
  stands about six feet tall, average for a glider, and thin, also average for 
  a glider. The thing that makes him different from other gliders is that he 
  is heavily muscled from his centuries of work on the Nesting Ledge. His dark 
  violet eyes, glinting with inteligence and warmth, are set in a pale, high 
  cheekboned face that occasionally crinkles in a slight smile. His hair, as 
  black as the deepest caves beneath Blue Mountain, is pulled into a single 
  braid that hangs nearly to his waist, bound with a single silver cord. He is 
  dressed as most gliders are. . .A tight tunic made of pale grey material 
  lined with soft ravvitfur, a pair of tight pants in midnight blue, and a 
  long cloak, also midnight blue. A black leather belt with a silver clasp 
  encircles his thin waist. On his left hip is a small silver flask, on his 
  right, a pouch. The only decoration he has is a simpl{e woven silver 
  bracelet on his right wrist, and a gold hoop in his left. His feet are clad 
  in well worn boots made of black leather. His eyes meet yours, and his face 
  breaks into a rare smile. . .

Alorn sighs. ** Ayerth, I will deal with her. **

Ayerth glances over at alorn. . .**fine. I'll just watch. . . .And work on my 
  human a little. . .**
Ayerth takes a sip from the flask at his waist. . .
Ayerth says "<<Hllo. . .>>"

Alorn quirks a brow, then shakes her head. ** If you insist. ** She smirks at 
  that. "<Come on, Karga.>"

Karga snaps her head up a fraction, amber eyes now fully focused on Ayerth. 
  She bobs her head slowly at him, then glances at Alorn, and nods to her, too.

Alorn narrows her eyes at Ayerth. ** You will not interfere, Ayerth. **
Alorn shrugs, starting down the stairs.
Alorn moves down the stairs into the twilight below.
Alorn has left.

Karga edges after Alorn, warily.

Ayerth moves down the stairs into the twilight below.
Ayerth has left.

   You move carefully among the twisting rock walls, finding your way slowly 
  through the labyrinth. The oddly patterns of light and shadow fade and are 
  gone as you reach the winding and narrow stairs that will eventually take 
  you to the heart of the Mountain. Only the flickering red lights from the 
  bird-of-prey lamps follow you now.
---
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:
Ayerth
Alorn
Obvious exits:
Southern Hall <D>  Slender Bridge <E>  Stairs <U>  

Ayerth follows Karga down. ..

Alorn continues down.
Alorn walks down the stairs to the south.
Alorn has left.

Ayerth walks down the stairs to the south.
Ayerth has left.

You walk down the stair through the darkness.
Southern Hall(#280RJa)
     Sheer elegance of size unfolds before you. The Southern Hall, entrance to 
  Blue Mountain, expands upwards into a dark indigo, slowly falling back down 
  in lighter hues, mauve just overhead and a damp pink at foot. Carved and 
  magically shaped from the stone, hawks and falcons, birds of prey, adorn the 
  walls near the entrance. Stone ivy, tainted with a vibrant green and brown 
  of shaping magic, pulsing from within, slowly progresses towards the north, 
  first intermingling with real flora, then disappearing behind what could 
  only be lush vegetation for a cavern. The floor beats and hums with a 
  magical, primary blue, spanning through an archeway to the north, leading to 
  the Main Hall. To the west, a staircase forms an octagon as it angles down 
  in a colorful and playful design of color. Although the bottom step shares 
  the same primary blue as the floor, each consecutive step shifts hues until 
  the last, a rich green set against mauve pillars on either side, leading 
  into the shadows of an arch. An arch to the southeast decends into a grotto, 
  primary blue colored pillars shouldering either side. The air is fresh and 
  clean, a breeze blowing through unseen places from high above. A rich 
  sweetness of vegetation rolls in from the north through the arch. Overhead, 
  bridges span the eastern and western walls, drawn from the very stone and 
  colored a shadowy purple and blue. Although bright enough to make out the 
  distinct details of the hall, the immense size echoes voices several times 
  and gives a basic idea of Blue Mountain's size.
Contents:
Ayerth
Alorn
Obvious exits:
Stairway <W>  Grotto <SE>  Into the Air <AIR>  Blue Mountain Catacombs <S>  
  Main Hall <N>  

Karga thinks to herself, as she makes her cautious way after her benefactor, 
  that this truly must be... what? She has no concept for the fantastic tangle 
  of images and shapes into which the stone is molded here, but they touch off 
  atavistic shivers along her spine.

Ayerth looks at the human, speaking in his elvish tongue. . ."she looks 
  nervous. . ."
Ayerth glances at Alorn.

Alorn pauses in her passage, watching Karga for a moment. She shrugs lightly. 
  "No more so than any other who has come this way, and less than some I've 
  seen."

Ayerth says "good point. . ."

Karga, hearing the strange flowing speech of the floating ones begin again, 
  frowns slightly. Glanced at, she can only suspect she is under discussion, 
  but, determined to endure whatever test they might require of her, she 
  stares back at the two others.

Ayerth stares back at her, violet eyes boring into hers.

Karga's mouth quivers a bit; there is a sheen of sweat along her brow, but she 
  keeps her eyes up.

Ayerth says "<<human Allright?>>"
There is no malice in Ay's voice. . .

Alorn folds her hands together, watching.

Is that a quaver in the girl's rough voice as she responds, "<I will endure.>" 
  Her expression seems steady enough, though her two-handed grip on her spear 
  shows knuckles turned white and taut.

Ayerth holds his hands up in surrender. .."<No danger.>"

Karga nods slowly, suggesting she's still evaluating that for herself.

Alorn shrugs a bit and continues on.
Alorn heads to the other half of the cavernous hallway, fading into distant 
  darkness.
Alorn has left.

Ayerth motions for her to follow. "<come.. .Food. . .Bath>
Ayerth heads to the other half of the cavernous hallway, fading into distant 
  darkness.
Ayerth has left.

   You head across shallow-cut carvings of paths to the north, or what you 
  hope is north. The floor seems to be sloping gently but uncomfortably up, 
  and slightly to one side.
---
Main Hall
   This great room in the interior of the mountain is dome-shaped, much like a 
  great bell, and the stone walls curve up to an eventual meeting far over 
  your head. Stone columns stretch from ceiling to floor, or from wall to 
  wall, in odd locations and arrangements. The floor is smooth, the stone 
  walls textured, and far inthe shadows ventilation shafts dot the walls, 
  lending the drafts from outside free rein to flicker the torchlight. On the 
  far end of the room from the hallway that curves back towards the outer 
  rooms sits the Throne of the Lord of Blue Mountain, a massive piece of 
  artwork done in shades of blue and purple.
<You may see the 'throne' more clearly if you wish.>
Contents:
Ayerth
Alorn
Tiny Bird
Pillar
Silver figure
Throne
Column
Obvious exits:
Into The Air <AIR>  Northeastern Hall <NE>  Western Hall <W>  Southern Hall 
  <S>  

Karga, here, lets her gaze rove again... and she gives a low hiss as she comes 
  within sight of the frozen figures of Pillar and Column.

Silver figure
This statue is graceful and flowing, yet devoid of any particular features. 
  Abstracted in grace, the figure seems to be of a tall female elf whose long 
  hair sweeps down and around to her feet. No color changes exist within the 
  silver, and it shines with a cool brilliance.

Ayerth follows her glance. . ."she thinks that they were alive. . ."

Alorn raises an eyebrow. "Perhaps. Perhaps not." She watches the human, 
  tipping her head slightly to one side.

Ayerth says "<Column. . .not live. . .>"

Column
Dark green stone flecked with white spans floor to ceiling gradually shading 
  to deep blue as this perfectly straight column fades into the shadows above. 
  Its perfectly smooth surface is polished to a high sheen, the subtle dance 
  of reflected light and shadow catching your eye and drawing it to the only 
  thing disrupting the smoothness. A span off the floor is a face melting out 
  of the smooth stone. Pale and serene against the darker stone, Melanthe 
  faces out across the hall toward Pillar.

Pillar
Tall, lovely, shaped with ethereal grace, this column of rock graces the near 
  vicinity of Winnowill's throne. That it stretches only a hand or two higher 
  than the height of a Glider suggests that this column was made to serve a 
  decorative purpose rather than to support the infinitely high ceilings of 
  this vast chamber. Along the surface of the column, you see delicate 
  shapings, traceries of wings, airy shapes, intertwined symbols, that sweep 
  up the column's length to prettily frame the two details of the column that 
  stand out the most. These details hold the attention longest: an elfin face, 
  white as the surrounding rock, composed, utterly tranquil... and a pair of 
  folded hands, placed gently over where the chest would be on an elf's body. 
  The overall look of the column suggests an elfin form transmuted to this 
  elegant Pillar of rock.

Ayerth thinks for a while. . .Trying to explain. . .
Ayerth says "<Column never live. . .>"

Karga frowns narrowly, obviously bothered, her gaze taking in the vast seat 
  between the two graceful shapes.

Alorn continues to watch, mostly quiet.

Ayerth says "does she have a name, Alorn?"

Alorn nods a little. "She calls herself <Karga.>" She smirks faintly. "<Karga 
  Demonhunter.> And so she will be."

Ayerth says "<Demonhunter? Why?>"

Alorn glances over at the human, folding her fingertips together.

Ayerth says "<Why hunt demon, Karga>"

Karga glances between the two floating ones, her brow furrowed at the quick 
  shifts between words she recognizes and words she does not. But, addressed, 
  she sets her features in a stony mask and declares firmly, "<The demons 
  killed my mother and father. I will hunt the demons now.>"

Sar floats down from above.
Sar has arrived.

Ayerth says "revenge. . ."

Sar hovers above, in the shadows.

Karga clings to her heavy spear -- a weapon taller than she -- and continues 
  to flick her yellow regard between the two floating ones.

Alorn shrugs faintly, still watching the human. "It's as good a reason as any, 
  I suppose." Now she clasps her fingers together. "Besides, she has much of 
  the ambition our former .. humans lacked."

Ayerth says "But she's just a child, Alorn. A human child, admitedly, but 
  still a child. ""
Ayerth shakes his head slowly. .."I will not interfere. . ."
Ayerth looks at you.

Alorn blinks a little, glancing upward.

Karga's brow furrows more noticeably at the exchange of floating-one words.

Ayerth glances up as well. . .he curses a little under his breath. . ."Sar. .."

The human girl peers at the two floating ones with her, noticing shifts in 
  their alien features, and she frowns again. Following their glances upward, 
  she sees nothing but shadow, and tightens her grip on her spear once more.

Sar floats down into the light, remaining high enough above the ground that 
  the human, at least, would need to crane her neck to see him. He smiles 
  faintly, regarding the human.

Sar
Newfound calm surrounds this glider, a calm touched, perhaps, with puzzlement, 
  as if the millenia have slipped away, leaving him with little more 
  experience than a child. Tall, and slender, as all gliders are, Sar's eyes 
  are quiet, curious about the world, color dampened somewhat. His hair is 
  grown long, pulled back loosely from his pale, high-cheekboned face. He 
  wears the outfit of a Chosen, the dark blues and blacks of the cloth fit 
  closely to his body. The collar is low, adorned with soft feathers, and 
  diamond patterns reaching up his sides and down narrow legs. Boots are on 
  his feet, knee high and feathered as well, and at his hip is a talon whip, 
  weapon of the Chosen Eight.

Ayerth says "<Calm, Karga. . .No danger. . >"
there's a quaver in that speech that makes you think he might not believe what 
  he's saying.

Karga does indeed crane her neck, at least enough to get a look at this new 
  arrival -- how much a look is proper? she wonders to herself? Would the 
  floating ones strike her down if she stared too long? At Ayerth's halting 
  words, she looks down again, but her grip on her big weapon hasn't lessened.

Sar murmurs, in elfin. "I would not be so sure." He settles his gaze on Alorn.

Ayerth gets a worried look on his face. . .

Alorn sighs softly, shaking her head. She glances between the three of you, 
  finally leaving her gaze on Karga. "<Do you want to eat, or to look?>"

Karga turns her head to Alorn. Her stoic expression wavers, just a bit, but 
  she responds with commendable levelness for a child, "<I would like food.>" 
  Just a hint of uncertainty lingers about her gaze, as if she's not quite 
  sure how her tone will be taken.

Ayerth says "Shall I go get Char to make something?"

Sar laughs, and settles to the ground. He walks in a circle around the human, 
  examining her.

Alorn raises an eyebrow slightly at Karga, then slightly more at Sar. Slowly 
  she shakes her head. "I'll do it." She tips her head slightly to one side to 
  watch Sar's examination.

Sar looks at you.

Karga gives only passing attention to the continuing strange words flowing 
  around her, and flicks a glance at Alorn to see whether food, or at least a 
  walk to food, might be forthcoming. Her chin quivers a little as the new 
  floating one eyes her.

Ayerth chuckles a little. . ."You're the only one who gets to feed your new 
  pet, eh?

Alorn smirks a bit. "Yes." Once again she looks at Karga, nodding faintly to 
  the girl. "<Come along.>"

Ayerth shakes his head at that again. . .obviously displeased. . .

Sar nods slowly, looking at Alorn.
Sar murmurs, as he floats away again. "<And mind your step.>"
Sar glides up into the air.
Sar has left.

Alorn slowly disappears into what may be a southeast passage.
Alorn has left.

Karga edges towards Alorn at her directive, then blinks at Sar's parting words.

   You walk along a short, squat passage wide enough to fit a bondbird 
  through. The walls depict a forest, one far from any outside the Mountain. 
  Are the leaves shaking?
---
Northeastern Hall(#1911RL)
   Brush, common brush one might find by simply looking out across the land 
  from the Aerie, trees shaped into the walls with great care as though one 
  could break away the rock and find the real tree carefully preserved within. 
  Though bits of rock have already broken away, the stress of the tilt this 
  room has on the stone has already caused dangerous gaps in the walls, in the 
  ceilings, where many elf-sized 'holes' are scattered.
   Besides the 'holes', the hall seems to have no ceiling, the walls 
  stretching upward into darkness. Two tunnels lead out, though High Ones know 
  where anything leads to in this place.
Contents:
Alorn
Metal Tree
Arista's sleeping niche
Obvious exits:
Into the Air <U>  Dining Hall <N>  Main Hall <SW>  

Ayerth arrives from the large tunnel that lies to the north.
Ayerth has arrived.

Alorn heads through the large funnelling tunnel leading to the north.
Alorn has left.

Ayerth heads through the large funnelling tunnel leading to the north.
Ayerth has left.
   The transition between huge hall and tunnel is not sudden, only the floor's 
  cracked and odd-angled nature making anyone ill at ease in the giant 
  blue-stoned mountain.
---
Tenspan's Hall
   This room is surprisingly sculpted to an interior room, no bas relief trees 
  or birds adorn the majority of this room, and its large hollowness even as 
  the glowlight dims into rock rafters above is imposing. In the middle of the 
  oval-shaped room is a huge, long table with many well-crafted stone chairs 
  where sitting comfortably is a simple goal. Some of the chairs look newer, 
  almost hastily sculpted to resemble the others, but the chair at the head of 
  the table is, like the room, a glorious work of art.
   Two tunnels snake at odd angles away from this room. One is large and 
  designed to handle a great deal of flow in and out of the ajoining hall, the 
  other, smaller, likely leads to the kitchen where food is prepared.
Contents:
Ayerth
Alorn
Dining Tables
Obvious exits:
Kitchen <N>  Northeastern Hall <S>  

Karga, coming to realize that this place must be larger than her entire 
  village, shivers a little. Finding, here, more shapings of stone whose 
  function she cannot begin to guess, she stares, round-eyed.

Alorn pauses finally in this place, turning once more to regard Karga. She 
  looks thoughtfully at the human for a moment or so, then motions with one 
  hand to the chairs. "<Sit.>"

Ayerth glides over to one of the tables and demonstrates, settling down in one 
  of the chairs. . .

Karga blinks, blinks again, then approaches the nearest of the chairs. Her 
  gaze suggests a belief that the thing might swallow her as she gingerly 
  eases herself onto it.

Ayerth leans foreward and gazes at the little human. <Karga comfortable?>

Alorn slips quietly out of the hall.
Alorn disappears unobtrusively through the kitchen's archway.
Alorn has left.
Alorn comes through the smaller tunnel at the far end of the hall.
Alorn has arrived.

Karga considers this gravely, squints at the chair onto which she's lowered 
  herself, and peers at the lingering floating one. "<Why...>" She trails off, 
  then, not even knowing what to ask, as her attention roves slowly around the 
  massive hall.

Alorn returns with a tray balanced lightly on her hands. She walks toward the 
  table, glancing over at Ayerth as she goes.

Ayerth glances back at alorn.
Ayerth turns his gaze back on Karga. . .

Alorn sets her tray down in front of Karga, then sits down in a chair to 
  watch. The tray contains slices of various meats, some dried fruit, cheesish 
  stuff, and some mushrooms.

Karga props the spear against the huge chair into which she's climbed, and 
  stares, eyes round again, at the tray. She stretches forth a hand, 
  wonderingly, but it hovers over first one item and then another, as if she's 
  not entirely certain that this is, in fact, food.

Alorn leans back in her seat, folding her arms over her chest. She watches the 
  human, obviously amused.

To set her at ease, Ay reaches across the table and takes a mushroom, popping 
  it into his mouth. . .After chewing and swallowing, he looks to alorn. 
  "That's not very nice, to tease your pet like that. . .She has no idea if 
  this is food. . ."

Karga blinks once at Ayerth, then gingerly selects one of the mushrooms and 
  gives it an experimental nibble.

Alorn smirks at Ayerth. "She'll figure it out soon enough." She nods a bit to 
  Karga.

Karga keeps a wary eye on both her watchers, then pauses to stare at the 
  mushroom she's nibbling.

Alorn nods to Ayerth, still smirking. "You see? She's more intelligent than 
  you think she is. She might actually be trainable."

Karga after a moment gobbles down the rest of the mushroom -- apparently 
  deciding she likes it -- and moves to quickly sample everything else on the 
  tray. Her wary expression starts shifting over into one of simple hunger, 
  and frequently, amazement, as she tastes the strange array of foods.

Ayerth says "does she know who you are?"
Ayerth says "<good?""

Karga starts to answer, makes herself cough as she tries to do it at the same 
  time as chewing, then swallows, coughs again, and bobs her tousled head.

Ayerth smiles and nods. . .

Alorn chuckles softly, shaking her head. "Let her eat, Ayerth. Of course she 
  knows who I am."

Suddenly, a wave of hungry patrons meander in, sending the serving staff into 
  a frenzy.

The sounds of praise to Lord Winnowill echo from the hall to the south.

Karga glances up every so often, starting at distant sounds.

Ayerth shakes his head and urges for her to finish eating. . ."I wonder if i 
  should introduce myself?"

Alorn arches an eyebrow. "You could, I suppose." She watches Karga for a 
  moment, then shrugs. "And don't hurry her. She might make herself sick."

You hear the clanging and clattering of the kitchen staff hastily preparing 
  yet another dish for a hungry Glider.

Not a particularly graceful or finicky eater, the human girl is also clearly 
  very hungry, as she practically inhales many of the offerings on the tray. 
  Her hands grow messy with the foodstuffs, as does her brown face.

Eveshka arrives through the large tunnel leading out into the huge hall.
Eveshka glides in, a wispy spirit-like shape.
Eveshka has arrived.

Evala arrives through the large tunnel leading out into the huge hall.
Evala has arrived.

Talyrath arrives through the large tunnel leading out into the huge hall.
Talyrath has arrived.
Talyrath looks at you.

Evala says "eep!"

Eveshka glides dizzily in, her eyes almost closed, rather looking ill.

Talyrath 's eyes widen and his jaw drops.

Alorn continues to watch Karga eat, or rather, devour the food off a tray 
  nearby. She sits up a little, glancing over her shoulder at the eep, then 
  nods lightly.

Talyrath says "Why?"

Eveshka hovers a bit, then her eyes focus, and without sound or reaction, 
  simply falls out of the air in yet another dead faint.

Karga, parked in one of the graceful chairs about the table, is inhaling 
  several objects off a tray of food before her. At the sound of Evala's 
  exclamation, she looks up, too, yellow eyes peering out from behind a shock 
  of black bangs. She eyes the newcomers warily, almost like a beast certain 
  its kill is under threat from other preadtors, as she jams a hunk of cheese 
  into her mouth.

Alorn snorts softly. "Why what?" She frowns as Eveshka drops and stands, 
  glaring slightly at Talyrath.

Talyrath says "Why is it here?"

"Does it matter?" Alorn moves toward Eveshka, shaking her head. "I have my 
  reasons, Talyrath."

Talyrath says "I'm sure you do."

Eveshka is a bundle of white hair and silk, all jumbled hodge-podge on the 
  floor. She neither moves, nor makes any sounds.

Talyrath says "I've never seen an action of yours that you haven't been able 
  to (*hrm*) justify in some way or another."

Alorn kneels by Eveshka, glaring once more at Talyrath. "I don't have to 
  justify them to -you-, however."

Her brown cheek distended with the amount of cheese she's crammed into her 
  mouth, Karga chews, but peers at the largest gathering of the floating ones 
  she's seen so far. Her gaze lingers on the one fallen, uncertainly.

Talyrath says "Of course not."
Talyrath bows deeply. "I am but a troll, compared to your perfection."

Eveshka
        A tall elfin female almost seems to glow before you. Her skin is a 
  pale white, accented by the pure white silken gown that flows around her. 
  Someone seems to have sewed bits of clear crystal in the dress, for the 
  dress itself sparkles, as water sparkles to light. The skirt is full, and 
  constantly rippling around her, sparkling.
        Long white hair cascades about the pale elf, constantly shifting as 
  she moves, and she seems almost spirit-like in her wildness. Deep bright 
  purple eyes look at you from under pure white lashes, and within them, lies 
  laughter and mystery. An easy smile rests on her lips as she notices you. 
  She raises her right hand to you in greeting, and you notice a fine silvery 
  scar on the palm.

Evala
Evala is young for a Glider yet her proud bearing makes her look older. She 
  wears a royal blue robe with silver and white trim. Long white hair, flows 
  from a silver headpiece with two feathers, down to her waist. Her grey eyes 
  pierce you.
Evala watches you out of the corner of her eye.

Alorn snorts softly and concentrates on Eveshka.

Talyrath
Talyrath's most striking feature is his face. Childlike in appearance, it is 
  belied by the piercing deep gaze that comes from his pale blue eyes. His 
  hair is long and dark, though highlighted in places by light brown due to 
  recent sun bleaching. All previous softness in his lean frame has 
  disappeared, leaving him well-toned but not over muscled. He carries himself 
  with an easy grace, relaxed yet giving the impression of a coiled snake: 
  ready to spring into movement{at any time. His whole posture and bearing 
  give either a sense of total acceptance and ease with himself and his 
  situation, or resignation to a fate he can't avoid -- You can't tell which.

Talyrath says "As it is tho, Winnowill will be quite interested in this 
  situation."

Alorn pointedly ignores Talyrath.

Talyrath's eyes widen and he kneels beside Eveshka.

Evala stands still, staring at the human.

Two pained lavender eyes blink from out of the whiteness that is on the floor.

Karga swallows the last of her cheese and peers over at the fallen floating 
  one, considering. After a moment she seems to settle for picking up a sliver 
  of meat on the tray; finding it hot, she gasps, then picks at it warily, 
  trying to separate it into manageable bits.

Talyrath gently pokes at Evesha's foot.

The eyes blink.

Talyrath moves up and tries at her knee.

Alorn frowns slightly at Talyrath. "What -are- you doing?"

Eveshka sighs softly

Alorn watches Eveshka quietly.

Karga picks a few remaining scraps off the plate, then straightens in her 
  chair, trying to sneak a better look at what's happening.

Eveshka pushes herself to a sort-of sitting position and sighs.

Alorn raises an eyebrow at Eveshka.

Eveshka speaks, a whispery sound. "Hurts."

Karga licks food remnants off her fingers, and gets up on her knees on the 
  chair, trying to peer at the floating one on the floor.

Evala looks alarmed
Evala walks over behind Eveshka and looks angry.

Eveshka sends to Alorn: ** Mother... it's looking at me! **

Alorn looks from Eveshka to Karga, raising an eyebrow. Then she chuckles 
  softly, nodding.

Evala glares at Alorn

Lavender eyes blinkblink.

Alorn smiles at Eveshka, nodding. "She is. Her name is <Karga.>"

Eveshka blinks, frowning.

Karga, recognizing the sound of her name, climbs carefully down from the chair.

Evala watches Karga.

Eveshka tries to voice the unfamiliar name, but her voice is too weak to make 
  a reasonable attempt.

Karga says, perhaps by way of encouragement, "<I am Karga.>" Now that she's 
  standing, she can be seen to be tall for a human child, nearly as tall as a 
  five-fingers fully grown.

Eveshka blinks, trying to drag herself backwards, her eyes afraid.

Evala stands still staring.
Evala places herself between the human and Eveshka.

Alorn turns a bit to look at the human. "<Karga, this is my daughter> Eveshka. 
  <And that is> Evala." She nods to each of the others as she names them.

Eveshka swallows, and manages a feeble wave.
Eveshka looks at you.

Evala blinks hearing the three names but does not move.

Karga considers this, her pale eyes narrowed a bit in thought. Then she 
  chatters something to Alorn, in her gutteral speech: "<They are like you? 
  Not demons?>"

Eveshka blinkblinks

Alorn shifts positions to a one-kneed kneel, and shakes her head at Karga. 
  "<They are elves, like me. Most of those you find in the Mountain are, as 
  well. Some of us attempt to discourage the demons from visiting.>"

Eveshka blinkblinks.

Evala looks up as if she hears something
Evala's eyes widen suddenly and she rushes from the room.
Evala leaves the dining area by way of the smooth, crooked hallway.
Evala has left.

Karga repeats, thoughtfully, "<El-ves. Elves.>" She nods firmly, then, and 
  informs Eveshka, "<I will not hunt you.>"

Eveshka blinks, having no idea what was just said to her. She winces, and puts 
  her arms about her waist.

Alorn frowns a little, looking back at Eveshka. She tips her head slightly to 
  one side. "What -did- you do to yourself?"

Somewhat perplexed that the floating one does not answer her, Karga tilts her 
  head, and frowns at the look of pain on Eveshka's pale features. "<Are you 
  sick?>"

Eveshka swallows. "I fell..."
Eveshka blinkblinks at the - other. She cannot understand.

Alorn holds out a hand, beckoning Karga closer. "<Karga, your second lesson. 
  This is> Eveshka."

A flicker of relief, perhaps, on the young human's features; what can she do, 
  in this place of the floating ones, if one of them is ill? Beckoned, she 
  approaches readily enough, eyebrows drawn together in thought.

Eveshka tries to move again, but winces sharply.

Karga begins, "Viss," then scowls at herself and tries again, "Viska <is 
  sick?>"

Alorn smiles a bit but shakes her head. "<No, she isn't sick. She hurt 
  herself.>"

Karga, at this, simply stares, apparently digesting this piece of information.

Eveshka blinks.

Alorn considers for a moment. "Eveshka, you can move still, can't you?"

Karga finally asks Alorn, "<Are you going to put her in a healing hut?>" Then, 
  belatedly realizing there are no huts -- at least that she's seen -- in this 
  vast place, she frowns at herself.

Eveshka swallows. "I can glide..."

Alorn nods a bit. "Go to your rooms, then. I'll be there as soon as I do 
  something with her." That said, she looks once more at Karga. "<No, we have 
  no huts. We have healers.>"

This doesn't seem to surprise the human -- much. Quirking her head to try to 
  see how 'Viska' is hurt, she observes, "<The shaman said chants over sick 
  ones in the village.>" Her nose wrinkles, as if the mention of this shaman 
  is distasteful.

Eveshka rises from the floor, her legs dangling. "I'll be... in Mathyn's 
  room... it's closer..."

Karga in obvious fascination watches Eveshka lift off, and her mouth forms a 
  soundless 'o'.

Eveshka glides out.
Eveshka leaves the dining area by way of the smooth, crooked hallway.
Eveshka has left.

Alorn nods a little bit to both.

Karga watches Eveshka go, rapt.

Alorn stands up finally, dusting herself off. She looks rather pointedly at 
  the tray, then at Karga. "<Are you finished eating?>"

Karga shrugs, slightly. "<I am done.>" That the plate is empty she does not 
  point out.

Alorn nods once, rather lightly. "<Then come.>"

Karga reaches over to take up her heavy spear, alertness in her gaze once more.
Karga moves to follow, then.

Alorn leaves the dining area by way of the smooth, crooked hallway.
Alorn has left.

   Through the large tunnel you travel, swallowed whole by the sudden 
  realization that you become "outside".
---
Northeastern Hall(#1911RL)
<Desc deled.>
Contents:
Alorn
Metal Tree
Arista's sleeping niche
Obvious exits:
Into the Air <U>  Dining Hall <N>  Main Hall <SW>  

Metal Tree
A raised circle of carefully shaped rock in the middle of the room doubles as 
  a circular bench, and as base for a small tree that glitters and chimes at 
  any small disturbance of the air. Small birds flutter among the metal 
  branches, dodging the sharp little leaves, and their song fills the air 
  sweetly.

Alorn, unlike many of the other Gliders, walks.
Alorn heads on back to the main hall.
Alorn has left.

   Trudging along the inlayed paths boldly along the wide passageway is 
  intended to give a sense of direction, but the nature of Blue Mountain, who 
  can tell.
---
Main Hall
<Desc deleted.>
Contents:
Alorn
Tiny Bird
Pillar
Silver figure
Throne
Column
Obvious exits:
Into The Air <AIR>  Northeastern Hall <NE>  Western Hall <W>  Southern Hall 
  <S>  

Alorn heads south out of the hall,following the dimly embossed paths along the 
  floor.
Alorn has left.

   You notice the paths clearly, moving closer to the southern edge of the 
  huge cavern, and their distinct lack of care.
---
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 has disappeared to the southeast into the shadows of the catacombs.
Alorn has left.

You begin the long, curving decent leading to the grotto.
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 once more begins to study everything that catches her attention; wonder 
  after wonder here, in this place of the floating ones. Hefting the weighty 
  spear in an awkward grip, she hauls it along beside her, its back end 
  dragging.
Karga, at last, brought to the fountain, gasps softly at the sight of the 
  water.

Alorn pauses finally in this part of the passage, turning once more to look at 
  you. "<You should bathe.>"

Karga blinks, then stares, first at the graceful fountain, then at her 
  benefactor. "<Here?>" she pipes, incredulously. "<This is a place for 
  washing?>"

Alorn nods a little bit, folding her arms over her chest. "<It is often used 
  for that purpose, yes.>" She raises an eyebrow. "<You were expecting 
  something else?>"

Karga slowly lays down the spear, then says, amazed, "<We...>" Her eyes 
  darken, as she cuts herself off from that word. "<The village had a river.>"

Alorn ahs, nodding. "<Humans would, I suppose. Well, this is almost the same 
  thing.>"

Karga nods, wonderingly, leaning over to peer into the water. "<It is clear!>"

Alorn smirks at that. "<Of course it is. We wouldn't use it if it weren't.>"

Karga glances up again, brow furrowing at Alorn's tone, for just a moment. 
  Then she straightens, and wriggles out of her ragged leather garment. "<I 
  will bathe now,>" she announces sagely.

Alorn nods to that, eyeing the garment as it comes off. "<You will. And I will 
  see about finding you something else to wear.>"

Karga steps carefully into the water, then looks up, wide-eyed. "<New 
  clothes?>" The concept seems to amaze her.

Alorn nods once, lightly. "<New clothes. Unless you really want to wear 
  that,>" The elf waves a hand at the discarded leather. "<Much longer.>"

Karga shakes her head, rather less stoically than before. "<I stole it, and 
  it's old now,>" she remarks, plopping down with a childlike smile into the 
  water. She pours handful after handful on herself, and starts trying to get 
  dirt off the necklace of animal teeth she wears, as well.

Alorn arches an eyebrow at that, then smirks. "<You stole it, hmm?>" She eyes 
  the thing once more, then shakes her head. Oh well. "<I'll be back shortly.>"

Karga nods, distractedly, fascinated by the dirt sluicing off her bone 
  necklace as she washes it.

Alorn leaves the grotto towards the south hall through a smooth stone passage.
Alorn has left.

[End log.]