Log Date: 7/24/96
Log Cast:
	Zichri, Karga, Alorn
Log Intro:
	Alorn and her two charges, Karga and Zichri, continue in their
stay on the beaches of the Vastdeep Water. Karga has been guarding, with
vigilant care, the hawk's egg Alorn has brought her -- not only to watch
over it for its own sake, but also to keep it away from Zichri, lest he
break it. And now, as Azeure has come to find their campsite....

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Zichri is beside the fire roasting a tiny little crab.. alive...

Karga makes her way down the beach from its more northerly reaches, a leather 
  sack slung over one shoulder, the pouch containing her hawk's egg making a 
  lump under her fur-lined jacket. Before she fully reaches the camp, however, 
  she pauses, amber gaze immediately on the second of the great hawks in view 
  in the camp.

Alorn sits near Zichri, absently working on carving something that might 
  actually eventually have a shape.

Zichri twiddles his thumbs as he makes the soon to be dead crab cook...

Karga's face tightens at the second hawk, but at last, warily, she edges 
  towards the camp. Zichri she ignores in favor of approaching Alorn, to whom 
  she announces, "<The berries,>" as she unslings the sack off her shoulder.

Alorn glances up. "<Berries, mm?>" She holds out a hand, looking now at the 
  sack. "<Good.>"

Karga presents it, then nods once, shortly. "<Anything else?>"

Zichri gets a lil idea and sends the tiny roasted crab to Karga.. "<hungry?>"

Alorn opens the bag and looks into it, shaking her head. "<Not at the moment. 
  How is yo..>" She pauses, glancing over at Zichri.

Karga ignores the offer of the flame-blackened, squirming crab, her eyes
  clamped shut a moment; Alorn, at least, can see the brief tautness in her 
  cheeks and about the corners of her mouth. But when Karga opens her eyes 
  again, her gaze has veiled itself, and she curtly nods to Alorn, slinking 
  off to the far corner of the campsite she's claimed as her own.

Alorn just shakes her head and picks up her sentance where she dropped it. 
  "<How are the eggs?>"

Zichri sends the crab back into the ocean... who knows.. it may yet be alive..
Zichri **My egg is fine**

Karga drops down into the hollow in the sand by the shelter Alorn has shown 
  her how to craft, and as she takes her flint knife to pry a rock out of the 
  bottom of her boot, she says to Alorn, "<I checked it before I returned. It 
  grows hard.>"

Zichri looks about for something else to amuse himself with

Alorn picks a berry out of the bag and looks it over before eating it. "<They 
  should hatch soon, if they hatch at all.>"

Zichri doesnt seem to happy of that statement.. **It better hatch...**

Karga lifts her gaze to Alorn, and comments, "<My egg has made noise.>" She 
  glances down at herself, where she carries the elf's gift under her jacket.

Alorn looks up, arching a brow. "<A noise?>"

Zichri doesnt comment

Karga slips a brown hand under her jacket, considers, then nods. "<It taps.>"
Karga stares levelly at the older Glider, then, brows drawing together. "<This 
  means that the hatching time comes?>"

Alorn nods once.

Zichri gets up and floats over the water, looking out at the ocean.

Karga slips the egg out of its carrypouch, and frowns intently at it. "<You 
  said that the baby> haw-uk <will be hungry when it comes out>."

Alorn tips her head slightly to one side, then turns a bit to look at Zichri. 
  ** And yours? **

Zichri sends **My egg is fine.** cause it is.. it's not broken.. though he 
  hasnt noticed any noises from it...
Zichri hasn't really been listening for noises either though.

Karga, without asking Alorn, moves, then, grabbing an empty leather sack which 
  she spreads out on the ground. To this she adds handfuls of sand from near 
  the fire, and at last, she nestles her egg in this impromptu bed. The human 
  squats, then, next to the egg, and peers at it.

Alorn glanes meaningfully over at Zichri, then moves over toward Karga. "<It 
  will want to eat. And you will have to feed it.>"

Karga looks up at her mentor, allowing a bit of hope in her eyes. "<Meat?>"

Zichri pointedly ignores this... his back to them..

Alorn chuckles softly. "<I don't think it would appreciate berries.>" She 
  leans back a little, thinking. "<Little scraps of meat. You might have to 
  chew on them a bit before you give them.>"

Cautiously, the girl brightens. "<I have yesterday's catch...>" She whirls 
  about to reach into her shelter, to rummage for the remaining dried strips 
  of meat from the ravvit she snared the day before, while the egg nestled on 
  the warm sand rattles.

Zichri shrugs

Alorn frowns a bit at Zichri and turns her attention back to the now noisy 
  egg. She watches it thoughtfully, trying to remember exactly what it is one 
  does with these.

Karga mouths a bit of dry meat, watching, as the little hawk's egg gives 
  another audible tap. Cracks begin to trail across its surface

Zichri floats over back to dry land, and then stands and starts to walk off.
Zichri walks along the shore to the south.
Zichri has left.

Alorn turns to look after Zichri, scowling now.

Entranced, Karga watches the egg as it rattles, and more and more of its 
  surface flakes free. The hatchling's beak can be spotted... and the human 
  girl's expression fills with wonder.

Alorn gazes down the sands at the rapidly vanishing figure, her scowl now more 
  of a frown.

[The egg eventually hatches -- and the wondering Karga finds herself in
 possession of a tiny, and ravenous hawk. End log.]`