Log Date: 6/4/96 Log Cast: Ayerth, Karga, Tylesa, Alorn Log Intro: Alorn has caused quite the furor in Blue Mountain by bringing a human child -- Karga -- into the place. A confrontation erupts in which Alorn is briefly jarred into her other personality, Mysia; the terrified Karga is alternately ignored and held immobile by Glider magic while the elves have it out with one another. Only the arrival of the young Chosen Liri on the scene begins to calm things down, and Liri stays with Karga to guard her, at least for a while, that night. But... ---------- Even the Chosen Eight must sleep -- and few of the Chosen, trained though they might be, would care to sleep in this hole. Even to watch over a single human child. Whether Liri has abandoned her post out of eventual disgust over the place Alorn has left her charge, or for some more benign purpose, is difficult to say, for Liri is not here. There is only Karga, lying curled up in a tight ball on a pile of ragged furs, her spear clutched to her. One of the few gliders in the mountain with what can be considered a concience glides slowly down into the dankness that dwells in this cavern. . .After last night. . .all the others. . .he cringes to think of what Karga must think. .. He stops and floats a little ways from the little human and clears his throat. . .a small sound in the darkness... A quick rustling sounds, along with a stifled whimper. Ayerth says "" The voice holds no malice and a hint of concern. . . Tylesa has arrived from the catacombs Tylesa has arrived. Tylesa looks at you. Ayerth glances over at the entrance, and waves to tylesa telling her to be silent. . . Karga sits up, warily, startled out of her uneasy doze. Tylesa stops cold at the wave, biting her lip Ayerth says "" Tylesa sends openly ** Hello.. ** Tylesa Tall for her age, Twitter has the light, airy build that leave little doubt about her Glider blood. Away from the sun for so long, the roses in her cheeks have faded to a warm, luminous glow, like a milky crystal held up to the sun. She wears a white Chosen-style jumper with a low square neck and a lattice of false black lacing up the front and down each leg. Her long red hair ripples down her back unconstrained and as bright as leaffall. Much of her future beauty is already visable in her little heart-shaped face where her mouth and sea-green eyes are in constant competition to see which can be more expressive and hold the most smiles. Carrying: Sparkly Rock doll Ayerth says "Human's can't send, Tylesa. . ." Tylesa frowns at Ayerth Alorn has arrived from the catacombs Alorn has arrived. Tylesa sends openly ** You just want me to talk more. ** Alorn slips quietly down the stairway, pausing when she notices the group. Ayerth says "no. . .I'll just tell her what you say, I know you don't like to talk." Tylesa nods Karga lifts her head, staring warily out from behind her tangled mane at the pair of beings; only when Alorn comes into view behind them does she show a little life in her dull gaze, though only enough to glance at Alorn before she returns to eyeing the others. Tylesa sends openly ** How did she get here? ** Ayerth glances around. . ."Alorn brought her. . ." Ayerth looks back at karga and smiles. . ."" Tylesa sends openly **Why? ** Ayerth says "I don't know. . ." Karga stares at Ayerth, but mostly past him at Tylesa, her mouth tightened nervously. Ayerth motions for Tylesa to come closer. . ."Tylesa. This is Tylesa looks at the human curiously Tylesa steps forward fearlessly Tylesa nods in greeting Alorn leans lightly against the wall behind her, folding her arms across her chest. She watches this all quite silently. Karga flicks her gaze from Ayerth to Tylesa and back again, black brows knitting together over the bridge of her nose. Tylesa smiles Ayerth says "Tylesa " Tylesa takes Ayerth's hand Tylesa sends openly ** Her hair needs to be combed. ** Cautiously, Karga eyes the young floating one; at Ayerth's word, the human girl relaxes, just a trifle. Her hands still grip her heavy spear, nonetheless. Ayerth says "I know. . .but she's. . .well, A human. . ." Tylesa sends openly ** We could still comb it for her.. ** Ayerth glances back and forth from Tylesa to Karga. . ."If you want to, I suppose we could. .." Tylesa shakes her head a little ** Only if she wants it.. ** Alorn smirks faintly, shaking her head. Tylesa sends openly ** Otherwise she'll fight, like Zichri. ** Ayerth Thinks for a moment on something, trying to figure out how to ask this in human. . .Finally he speaks. . . Karga, seeing no signs that these floating ones are going to be taking out blades, or that they are not going to strike her with their frightening magic -- enough that they can make her float, a thing she does not want to think about; what else could they do? -- slowly uncurls from the pile of fetid furs she'd been huddling on. Ayerth wrinkles his nose. . ."she needs *another* bath. . .I can't beleive Alorn makes her sleep on those stinking furs. . ." Tylesa nods Tylesa sends openly ** Can we take her to the pool? ** Ayerth nodnods at something. . ."I think so. . ." " Tylesa smiles Karga rises, cautiously, frowning a bit still. She lifts the spear along with her as she gets up, clutching its shaft to her chest. ** I don't suppose it ever occured to either of you not to meddle in someone else's affairs. ** Alorn finally sends, rather coldly if quietly. Ayerth stiffens. . .and turns to face where the send came from. "Hello Alorn. ..I meddle if the affairs are not being taken care of correctly. .." Tylesa sends openly. ** She only needs a bath. ** Alorn snorts softly. "They are being taken care of as they should be. It isn't any of your concern, anyway." Tylesa sends openly **Are there more like her here? ** Ayerth says "I saw how you took care yesterday evening. . She was scared to death." Ayerth says "there were, Tylesa. Before you were here." "That's more your fault than it is mine, Ayerth." Alorn narrows her eyes slightly at the other Glider. "Between you and everyone else who decided either to have a hand in her care or to come and stare, it's no wonder she was uneasy." A smirk, now. "If she was really that scared of me alone, would she have come here with me?" Ayerth says "Fear works in mysteriou ways alorn. . .she is scared of you. But her need for vengance on the Wolfbloods overpowered that fear." Alorn rolls her eyes. "I didn't ask for your opinion, Ayerth." Ayerth says "It is not opinion. it is fact. If we ask, I predict that she will say she's afraid of you. . .of this place." Karga hangs onto her spear, frowning tightly, watching Lrn exchange angry looks with the other floating ones -- and remembering, albeit dimly, the last time that happened. She takes an involuntary step backwards, gaze and face dark. Ayerth says "let Ty and I at least clean her up a little. . .try and make her a little less wary of the mountain." Tylesa sends openly ** We won't hurt her. ** Alorn shakes her head, unfolding her arms. "No, Ayerth. I am responsible for her, and I will see to it that she is put at ease. And that task will be -much- easier if you do not interfere." Ayerth says "I don't understand. . .You lock her in this trash heap and expect her to become less wary?" Ayerth says "this, in case you didn't hear last night, is unfit for any life. . .even a humans." Alorn scowls, now, practically hissing. "I brought her here last night because at the time, I had nowhere else to put her. I do not -lock- her here. And I am fully aware of that fact." Ayerth says "no you just left Liri here to make sure she didn't leave. . ." ** Curse it all. I did NOT. Liri stayed here so she didn't have to be ALONE. ** Alorn glares blackly at Ayerth. "Now. I suggest you leave before I get mad." Ayerth says "Fine. . ." Ayerth says "i'll just come back whenever you're not here. .." Alorn shakes her head. "No, you won't." Ayerth grins knowingly. .."uh huh. . .Sure. . ." Ayerth has left into the shadows of the staircase. Ayerth has left. Karga, as Ayerth departs, glances narrowly at the remaing two elves, trying to figure out what will happen, now. Alorn sighs softly and moves out into the chamber, toward Karga. "You should probably go as well, Tylesa. She's not a freak to be stared at." Tylesa has left into the shadows of the staircase. Tylesa has left. Karga exhales, fretfully, as the other elf goes. Alorn nods faintly and halts her passage when she is not far away. She holds out one hand, in which she holds a small blue metal comb. Karga blinkblinks up at you, then eyes the shining object. "" Alorn demonstrates, running the thing through her hair once. "" Karga's eyes widen. She starts to reach for the comb, but awed, and slowly. "" Alorn nods a little, holding it out once more. "" Karga touches it with a fingertip, then looks up into Alorn's face, her own filling with a kind of nervous hope. "" Alorn flattens her hand out so the comb can be taken, then smiles rather faintly. "" Karga, looking quite thunderstruck, leans her spear against her shoulderblade, and holds the comb in both hands. She runs her fingertips over it, marvelling at the feel, the color. Alorn lowers her hand and laces her fingers together, watching. For a moment she glances up at something, then looks back at you. Karga stares in wonder at the hard, shining object; a spirit-thing, she thinks, though she doesn't say this. Amazed to be holding such a thing, she only reluctantly takes a hank of her dark hair in hand, and pokes the teeth of the comb at it. Alorn nods quietly in approval, Still she watches, almost thoughtful. Karga nearly drops her spear, then catches it, leaving the comb dangling in her hair for a moment. The girl then plops down, fascinated for the nonce with her new gift; laying the spear in her lap, she settles down to work at tugging the comb through her mane, occasionally scowling at it as she goes. Alorn watches for some time, wincing a little almost sympathetically at some of the knots. After a while she stops watching, turning slightly to look the cavern over. How long has it been since the child's hair has been groomed? Certainly, from the awkward way she's going at it, she hasn't tried it in a while herself. Karga hisses in irritation at one particularly vicious tangle that seems to have a fragment of a twig caught in it, and when the blue comb fails to tug it free, she tugs harder. Alorn looks back at the hiss, raising an eyebrow. "" She asks, moving closer. Karga blinkblinks, looking up, startled. The glider smiles softly. "" Clearly amazed by the offer, Karga reddens -- though this is perhaps tough to see, in this dark place, and under her dark skin -- but mutely nods. Alorn kneels down beside you, holding out a hand for the comb. If she notices the blush she doesn't comment on it. Karga holds out the handful of her hair that has the comb in it. She wrinkles her nose a bit, tugging the shining object free, and timidly, as if loathe to let go of it, handing it over. Alorn takes the comb, and then gently seperates a lock of hair from the rest of the mess. Then she begins to comb it, starting at the very ends. The motion of the elf's pale hands seems to fascinate Karga, and she stares out from under her locks as Alorn combs them, eyes shifting as she tries to keep track of where the hands are. Her hair is coarser than an elf's hair, and heavier, but these are things that cannot be easily changed; what might, more easily, be altered are the countless snarls in that black mass, and their uneven ends. The stuff seems to get longer, as it begins to unravel. Alorn frowns as she works, narrowing her eyes at some of the thicker snarls. Sometimes she tugs, sometimes she pulls, other times she gives up on the comb all together and uses her fingers to try and pick the things apart. Karga stoically bears the assistance, though not without a few hisses. She grabs onto her spear, by way of giving her hands something to do, and blinks rapidly against tears welling up in reaction to the tugs on her scalp. Her hair yields up a surprising amount of debris caught within it: tiny twigs, fragments of leaf, other things probably best left unmentioned. All the while, though, Karga stares up at Alorn oddly wistfully. Alorn chews on her lower lip, concentrating on the hair before her. A small pile begins to form off to one side, made of that which comes out of the dark mass. Her patience wears thin, however, and she pauses. "" Karga blinks. "" The concept seems foreign to her. Alorn offers the comb back to you. "" Karga takes it, nodding hesitantly, brow furrowed again as she peers at Lrn. Alorn draws her dagger and again takes one of the knots. "" Karga gasps, paling at the sight of the blade. She shivers... Alorn runs the strand of hair between her fingers, pinching slightly above it with two and just below with her third and thumb. Then, quickly, she runs her dagger though, cutting it off. Karga jerks; sweat sheens her forehead. Alorn draws her knife away before showing you the tangle. "" Karga nods, nervously. Alorn adds the snarl to her pile, then sets to work on another one. Karga remains tense, but holds herself still enough. The muscles in her neck stand out with her nervousness, even so. There is a soft, almost inaudible slishing sort of sound as the elf cuts off a second, and then a third little mat of hair. Karga's tongue licks nervously along her lips; once more her eyes dart to follow every movement over Alorn's hands. As her hair is cut away, more of the girl's face can be seen, and eventually, her jawline. Alorn continues with this until she's gotten rid of a few more of the biggest tangles, then puts her dagger away. She smiles reassuringly and holds out a hand for the comb. Karga, still not entirely sure what to make of this, offers it. Alorn takes it and again sets to work combing. Karga calms down a bit, realizing that these actions are not intended to be harmful. She still twitches, but less frenetically now, and with an almost curious look to her, as she waits to see what kind of magic Lrn is making. Alorn uses both comb and fingers until she has the hair mostly in order, still tugging now and again on the smaller knots that seem to appear out of nowhere. Then she nods a bit, offering you the comb back. [A strange gesture of trust, this, and for a time, Karga is content enough to take the gift of the metal comb. But as Alorn still shows no sign of giving her a better place to sleep, much less of teaching her how to hunt demons, Karga grows increasingly restless. Ayerth, too, watches Alorn's patterns of interacting with the human child, and takes an opportunity when Alorn is not around to visit Karga again...] Log Date: 6/8/96 Ayerth glides down, watching for alorn. ..Luckily, it seems, she is not here. he glides back to the caverns where the little human sleeps, alone. . . Ayerth looks at you. Karga indeed has curled up again in her nest of furs; only the position of the spear in her grasp signifies that she has, indeed, moved since the last time this particular visitor was here. Something else is different, too, visible when a close enough look is gotten: the human girl's hair is shorter. Ayerth *hmmmph* s to himself. . .Alorn is taking care of her, a bit . . .he floats closer and stands in front of her, looking down on her sleeping form. " he whispers, trying to rouse her gently. . . Ayerth kneels down next to her, staying a few inches off the ground, and touches her shoulder gently, shaking her slightly. ..after he touches her, he looks at himself in suprise. . .touching a human. . .what next? Joining with one like aroree? Karga jerks awake with a startled, hoarse cry. Ayerth shoots backward in shock! Ayerth hovers a few feet away, staring at the little dirty bundle in the furs...He's shaking like a leaf. . . Karga looks around wildly, groping for her spear, before her yellow eyes fix on the being who snapped her out of her dreams. the being looks more scared of karga than anything. . .shivering, he hovers just out of spear range... Ayerth drifts slowly closer, holding out his hands to show his harmlessness. . .he speaks quietly, as best he can. . ." Karga, far from at ease herself, peers at the floating one. And relaxes, just slightly, muttering a low syllable of greeting. Ayerth eases a little closer, settling down to eye level. . .legs crossed. . . Ayerth says "" Ayerth says "" Ayerth reaches out slowly and touches her again. . .gently. .. Karga starts to shake her head in response to the questions, then her eyes go round, and she jerks backwards. Ayerth Jerks his hand back quickly, as if afraid of beinf bitten. . .he reaches for her again, slowly. . .fingers outstretched . . . Ayerth says "Ayerth " The girl's gaze stays wary, but the hard little pucker of her mouth untenses slightly. "" Despite her guarded look, there's a flicker of curiosity in Karga's roughly accented words. He shakes his head. . ."Alorn" Gently. .his fingertips make contact with her shoulder again. . .She feels. . . Karga's brow furrows again, as she fails to quite grasp this floating one's intent. Her eyes flick to the reaching fingers, and she blinks, as if startled herself to realize that the denizens of the sky-place to which she's been brought are in fact not made entirely of air and shadow. Her own shoulder, under the cloth of the black castoff tunic Alorn had brought her, seems a shoulder, nothing more. Interesting. . .She is like us, a bit. . .a bit heavier. perhaps, but like us. . .The hand is withdrawn and he sits, looking at Karga with shining purple eyes. he says, a quaver in his voice. . . He sits still, waiting for her to touch. . . Karga blinks several times more, apparently stunned by the suggestion. Then her right hand leaves the shaft of the spear she clutches to her almost constantly, venturing only so far as to brush, like gesture for like, to the floating one's shoulder. With one brown fingertip she pokes once, gaze flashing inward for a moment -- perhaps echoing a thought of 'Yes. A creature of flesh.' Ayerth smiles a litle. . .yes. . .I am a creature iof flesh. . .like you. his hand darts out and touches again, but lingers a little longer. Ayerth says "ayerth. . ." He says quietly.. .an introduction of some kind apparently." Karga's brow keeps its furrow, as the human peers at her odd visitor. "" she says, suddenly, curiously, not quite a question. He nods. . ." Ayerth Ayerth squeezes her shoulder a little .. . Karga's right hand drops back to her spear, perhaps out of habit, perhaps out of seeking its familiar shape. Is she still tense? Tough to tell, with the girl. But if the set of her jaw -- blunt of line, to elfin eyes -- is any indication, she has perhaps allowed herself a measure of relaxation. "" HE shakes his head. <"No. . .Why should I be mad?>" There is no trap in the question ...only wondering. Karga frowns. "" The girl's words, paced at what seems to be her normal rate, might perhaps be too fast to easily follow, but the glower in her eyes relays the gist of her sentiment. Ayerth says ""he halts. . .trying to think of how to put it. . ."" his eyes ask a question. . .is this the right word? "Alorn" The glower on the girl's face deepens, drawing her heavy black brows further together over her nose. "" More force to her voice, now, though it's got an almost desperate edge to it. Ayerth says "" "" The girl huddles with her spear, but her features take on a half-defiant, half-desperate cast, her eyes glimmering strangely. "" Looks concerned for the little human. . ."shhhh. . ." he says, not too convincingly. . . Karga gives a petulant scowl. "" she mutters. Ayerth says "ayerth " Ayerth smiles shyly. As if not quite believing what she just heard, Karga stares. Ayerth says "Ayerth " [End log, as Karga considers the baffling development of having a friend...]