Log file from Cutter. 2/3/2000 10:57:01 PM Down within the darkness of the caverns, it's wonderful to find a cavern as well-lit as that of House Elessardo. Leetah sits in the flickering light of two of those ever-present torches on a rather elaborately shaped chair. In her lap is the rawhide satchel she brought with her originally. One might recognize it as the healer's means of herb collection. Slender brown fingers fiddle idly with an oblong slice of some white root as she pays close attention to the statues lining the far wall. A healer's duties are put aside for the moment, and Leetah simply is at ease. Cutter steps through the entrance to Elessardo and pauses to lean against the arched doorway as if he's got no place else to be. A hand props on his hip above the scabbard that holds New Moon at his side as he watches his lifemate for a long moment before sending to her, **Leetah..** . In that send is a colorful mixture of emotion, happiness at seeing you, relief at seeing that you're alright, worry abated, and a relaxing of tension at knowing you're down here just to name a few. ** Beloved! ** Leetah's send is joyous as she receives her lifemate's send. Green eyes shift from the lifeless statuary to the very much alive lifemate of hers. For a moment, the thought crosses her mind that he could easily fit into society as an Underworlder by virtue of his looks -- height combined with pale coloration (albeit not as pale as most of the subterranean elves) might serve to let him function better here than the slight, dark-skinned healer. ** Come sit? ** she invites, indicating a bench nearby with the raising of one hand. The herb is, for the time being, replaced into the satchel. The smile that had begun to curl Cutter's lips as he watched you, widens as he straightens and pads over toward the bench to sit down, catching your hand in his as he does so. **What was it that needed your attention so badly that you haven't returned home yet?** he asks, obviously not having an answer from anyone else as a hint of frustration tinges his send. Leetah's fingers curl ever so delicately, the vaguely warm earthy scent of the herb known as 'snow's brother' drifting from where those fingers have fiddled with the white herb. ** It was Ieyl, lady of this house. She was burned. ** From there, she adds a few details of the burning (), finishing with, ** Yet it was easy to heal. Much easier, I daresay, than MoonBright's cub. ** Cutter smiles at the all too familiar smell, something he's been missing for the last several days. He nods as he listens, even having the good graces to frown over the matter, **Why..?** is all he asks when you've told him what was wrong with Lady Ieyl and his mind seems to boggle at the thought of more elves as cruel and twisted as the Black Snake herself. ** It was done by.. ** The gentle healer pauses, pursing her lips. ** ..A relative of hers. He meant to prove something. ** Leetah shakes her head sorrowfully, vermillion undertones shimmering in her curls from the torchlight. ** I cannot understand these cave-folk. They are so different from the other tribes..Even Blue Mountain. ** The last is sent with tinges of sorrow for what has happened to these sheltered children of the High Ones.