Synopsis: Flashfire encounters Tsoran, then has trouble with SunnySong, a preserver. Players: Um. I can't remember all of them. Flashfire (logger), Tsoran, SpiritDawn, SunnySong, Starsong, Stormgrace, Cascade, etc. Logged: 3/25/00. ----------------- Raft Beach - Shoreline - Raft Holt Truly magnificent and unique in its beauty, Rafter's beach is unfold before you. The sand is soft yellow, verging on golden, patterns of black sand trickling through the monotone coloring. The soft rushes of the waves playing upon the beach is accompanied by the light breeze which stream through the palm trees further into the cove. There you have it, rising up on either side is majestic cliffs with reefs and rocks underneath. The cliffs rise further, forming a lush green ridge formed as a giant U, which surrounds this secluded area. At the mouth of the U, there is only blue-green ocean to be seen with exception of the tribal gathering raft dipping on the waves. The tide is in, covering the sand in blue-green. Midday brings the languid warmth of noon. The daystar is high overhead until it beings the slow fall into the west and sunset. The brightness of noon fills the chill winter skies. The sun high overhead dancing attendance. Contents: SpiritDawn Tsoran Nightshade Glimmer SandStone Obvious exits: Fire Camp area East Swim SunnySong has connected. Tsoran watches the newest arrivals calmly, then replies to SpiritDawn. ** They are now. ** Like he did for the party last night, Flashfire comes slipping in from the east, where it's shadier and generally cooler in this tropical place. Now then, who's out and about this time? SunnySong flutters merrily around the beach. Tsoran lurks in the shadows, of course. But as SpiritDawn is chatting with him, he'll be quite noticeable. SpiritDawn lifts a brow in puzzlement. ** I am sorry? ** before her ears detect the steps of another. She turns and spies the furry one. ** How is your head, mmmm? ** she asks of Flashfire, somewhat teasingly. SunnySong is hidden from view for a moment more. Flashfire rubs that head lightly, sleep still lingering over him but fading fast. "It's..fine, thanks. Must've had too many dreamberries last night." Wait..who's she talking to? SunnySong hovers near Flashfire. "Achey-head fursoft highthing? Awww... is sad." Tsoran folds his arms over his chest, regarding Flashfire. "We meet again. And in such an unexpected location, too." Flashfire ducks his head briefly as SunnySong flits nearby, blinking at the preserver. Been quite a while since he's seen one of those, and he tries to follow the vocabulary. "I..was, but I'm better now.." He'd be even more better if Tsoran wasn't here, and the fuzzy wolfelf draws himself up to his full, though short, height. "Aye, Tsoran," said icily. SpiritDawn tilts her head toward the tall one, then regards Flashfire again. ** Is something...amiss? ** she ventures to ask. Not like there's really any indication that Flashfire doesn't like Tsoran, is there? Her eyes flit back and forth again, trying to determine the cause of the tension that's suddenly sprung to life. Tsoran's cool eyes hold just a hint of amusement. Flashfire will be playing nice, if he can manage. After all, this is supposed to be a festive place, a party. But he's sure not going to tell Tsoran about part of why he's here, with others from Lostholt. Not a chance. "No..nothing's wrong." he answers SpiritDawn, forgetting about the preserver that's near. Fortunately for everyone's eardrums and concentration, SunnySong is transfixed by hair and therefore quiet. Tsoran locksends ** You are a long way from home, little one. ** You locksend ** Nothing gets by you, does it? ** to Tsoran. Tsoran locksends ** Nothing of importance, trust me. ** You locksend ** I'm sure.. ** to Tsoran. Flashfire frowns at a send, the fact that Tsoran's attention is on him proof enough of what was said, it might seem. Tsoran speaks softly. "An uncommonly warm area, this, despite the ocean breezes. It must be quite uncomfortable, for one unable to disrobe." SpiritDawn sighs, and her face goes still as she receives a send. ** My apologies, visitors, but another guest has stumbled into the seaspine bed. I need to attend to them. ** SpiritDawn has disconnected. Flashfire manages a wave to SpiritDawn. Great, leave him alone with the bird and the bug. Just great. "The pools and shade help with the heat." he informs the Chosen. Tsoran says "Indeed. Do the rest of your tribe feel the same?" "Probably.." Flashfire answers, making a point of remaining on the fringe of the beach, where he'd shown up. "But they don't look like me." Tsoran moves out of his own shadow, approaching Flashfire. "They most certainly do not." Flashfire stays put however, though his yellowed eyes are fixed on the one that has hurt him before, in the past. Tsoran stops in front of the other, looking down at him. "Yes, a rather uncommon appearance. Though there was another like you visiting the Mountain." Probably Trollkiller, since Flashfire knows some of Willowholt was there. It doesn't mean much to him who was there. But, he has to crane his neck to look up at the Chosen, trying to hide the fear that still does linger, hide it behind a mask of hardness and crossed arms over his chest. "I don't care." Tsoran tsks softly. "You are far too young to be so callous, child." Maybe it's because of Tsoran that Flashfire does this. Last night he was having some good fun, at least. Now it's in danger of being ruined. "What do you want, Tsoran?" He'd -almost- forgotten about ever meeting this one. Almost. Tsoran starts circling the other, regarding him as he does. "Why, is it not obvious? We were invited, and here we are. Both of us." Circling. Oh...that brings back a sudden flash of memory in the forgetful wolfelf. The fields. Tsoran and Sela. Himself, with Tsoran circling him. A great big bird overhead in the sky. He flinches without warning, eyes darting quickly to the sky, as if expecting a repeat of that event. Tsoran brushes a hand against Flashfire's shoulder while he is thus engaged. "Really, for somebody at a celebration your most tense." Flashfire catches a breath in a gasp at the touch, his attention drawn swiftly back to Tsoran as his shoulderfur is brushed. "Don't touch me!" he blurts, expression twisting into one of apprehension. Tsoran completes his circling. "That's more like it. You do seem to care about some things, after all." Not that Flashfire has an aversion to other males..just this one. His lip curls, eyes narrowing. "Leave me alone." he orders. Tsoran says "Should I, now? It seems to me we have unfinished business, you and I." Flashfire draws himself up again, hands clenching at his sides as his hackles raise. "And what would that be?" That's it, puff yourself up. Tsoran's lip quirks in a faint smile. "These forgetful wolves... I will give you some time to consider the matter. And then we will speak again." Tsoran steps back from Flashfire, gives him another thoughtful look, then floats away between the palm trees. "I want to know -now-." Flashfire answers, his jaw setting in place. As far as he's concerned, this can be the last time he sees the glider. Not next time, or ever again. Tsoran wades into the surfs, then dives into the inviting waves. Starsong has connected. Flashfire growls in frustration as Tsoran leaves without telling him what he wanted to find out, turning to stalk off afterwards. SunnySong zips up into view, like a tiny fleck of Sunshine, its big eyes following Tsoran's ascent. "Flyhighthing go way again. Hmf. Much vexing flyhighthing." It sticks its diminutive tongue out after the glider. At least the preserver stayed quiet during the exchange between Tsoran and Flashfire, and the furred elf shuts his eyes tightly at the voice of the bug. Perhaps a memory there, too? Still on the fringe, he only faces away from the beach, not yet having left. Starsong concludes her walk down the beach and notices the other elf. She as per usual finds a dark shadow and slips into it, settling herself down. SunnySong decides that Flashfire would like a preserver on his head, and sets down atop him. "Fursoft highthing not feel bad? SunnySong make happy. SunnySong sing wonderful song!" Oh, no..that's the last thing Flashfire needs - a preserver tagalong. He tries to duck away but is too late, SunnySong already on his wild mane of hair atop his head. "I don't need a song.." he mutters, too distracted to catch Starsong finding a shadow. SunnySong pats the furry elf's head with its tiny hand. "Aw... isfine nicewarmfursofthighthing. Sunnysong sing -pretty-!" Starsong watches the interaction briefly before pulling out some food from her pouch. She stares out to sea and chews idly on it. Flashfire will just cover his ears then, if SunnySong breaks into song. He ducks his head again as it's patted, but what good does that do when the preserver's already there? "That's not necessary.." SunnySong pokes its head down to look at you, upside-down. It has a compassionate expression on its face, and for a moment you'd think it was just going to sit there, concerned, but then it takes in a mighty breath and.... "BREEEEEEEEEEE!" SunnySong says "DEEEEdeeeeeeeeaaaaaAAAEEEEE deeeeet!" Starsong looks up as the preserver starts to sing. A small smile comes to her face, and she looks away. Minding her own business. In the distance, you hear wolves howling in pain. SunnySong says "eeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeEEEE breeeee breeeee DEET!" And Flashfire's part wolf, rather strongly at times. He winces in pain, a muffled yowl of his own escaping him as his hands go for his ears. "Stop!" SunnySong flutters up, a big smile on its face. "All better?" Starsong's perk up as she tilts her head to hear the howl over the preserver's song. She shakes her head, cant help but smile. She resumes her gaze out to the water. "What..?" Flashfire asks, backing away with his hands still covering his ears. Is it safe yet? SunnySong turns a few victory loops in the air -its not often the poor bug actually gets to sing. "SunnySong sing muchgood make acheyhead all better!" Better? Try, worse. Much worse. Now Flashfire's got a headache and ringing ears. "I don't think so.." he murmurs, shaking his head as he rubs at his poor ears. Well, it beats being wrapped. Probably. SunnySong wrinkles its forehead into a piteous expression. "Aww... poor FurSoftHighThing!" SunnySong says "SunnySong sing bestest song for make headachey all better, too!" Preserver sympathy isn't usually a good thing. Tends to result in making matters worse, even if the bugs mean well. "Probably makes your head better..not mine." Flashfire answers, pinching the bridge of his nose as he pauses to bend over. Starsong licks her fingers and digs around in her pouch to see if she has anything else in there. She looks up at the two occasionally, not minding them much. SunnySong has never considered the possibility that its music doesn't help all who hear it. Still fluttering in the air, it places its tiny fists on its equally tiny hips and thinks about it. "Maybe wrapstuff make better?" Flashfire doesn't think so. "No way." he objects, thinking maybe he'd better take a few more steps away before the idea becomes reality. SunnySong says "SunnySong know!" The bug whirls about in a sudden burst of energy. "SunnySong find beesweets for pretty nice good fursofthighthing!" Starsong watches this interaction and smiles a bit. She shakes her head and sends to Flashfire ** What's the matter Wolfrider? Can't handle a little preserver? ** Flashfire never has been too good with the bugs, Starsong. A hidden scowl is all she gets for an answer, however. It comes off as if she's just being ignored. Then he eyes SunnySong warily. If there are beesweets around, chances are bees aren't..far..off. "No," he blurts again. SunnySong says "Aw... beesweets good for headachy, make highthing happy!" Starsong just shakes her head, taking his silence as a "good" rebuttal to her teasing. She takes something out of her pocket and begins polishing it. Flashfire didn't even realize someone else was watching the exchange until Starsong sent, either. His eyes flicker towards the location briefly..that is, before SunnySong chirps again in that way it has. "You said singing would help, too." SunnySong says "Well, isheadachy and must be something to help!" Starsong is aware she startled him, after all that was her intent. Speak softly and stand down wind. She continues polishing something in her lap. Maybe the fur covered wolfrider can't send. She hadn't thought of that possibility. Flashfire can send, he just doesn't send very often. But what's being polished? His eyes lingered there for a moment until they went back to the bug. "Sleep will help best, I'm sure.." SunnySong smiles. "Me do!" Starsong doesn't look up as she works. The shadows are dark, and unless you're close enough, she's sure she won't be bothered. She holds the object out a bit to look at it, the sunlight catches the prisms briefly as she turns it around in her hand, like a thousand flashes going off simultaneously. She returns it to her lap and continues polishing. "What..?" Flashfire asks at SunnySong's answer. Wait..oh. Oh, no. Not -that- kind of sleep. "Er.." he balks, backing up. SunnySong in a flash of bright color, the preserver spins around Flashfire, repeating, "Me do" in a way that should make you nervous. Of a sudden, a stream of bright, soft wrapstuff flows around Flashfire. Flashfire acks! An arm flies up to deflect the initial stream, legs starting to work in unison so he can run away from the overenthusiastic preserver. Why is it that they always go after -him?- "No!" Starsong looks up to see the wolfrider running her way, he hopes he changes direction soon. She watches them with a sly smirk. SunnySong chases after Flashfire, apparently not understanding that no means no, after all, it's only trying to help the poor highthing! Help him go to sleep! Flashfire wants to sleep because the bug sang and gave him a headache, but sleeping the preserver way wasn't what he had in mind. He does dart from Starsong's location, though maybe the shadows would've been the better place to go. He yipes as more wrapstuff gets tangled in his hair. But as long as he can see and his legs aren't caught in it, he can run. Starsong shakes her head and stands up, seeing the wolfrider fleeing from such a small creature. She stands and steps into the light, her eyes squinting a bit to get accustomed to the brightness. ** If you keep running, it's only going to keep chasing ** She calls out to the preserver. "Come here my little friend" SunnySong breaks off the chase with a huff. "Silly nosleep fursoft highthing! SunnySong want help!' SunnySong flutters reluctantly over to Starsong, who seems a -much- more sensible highthing, after all. Flashfire whews as SunnySong leaves him be to go harass Starsong, with any luck. ** If I keep running, maybe I'll get away. ** he sends back, promptly sitting down to pick at his hair. Starsong holds out a hand for the preserver to alight on and smiles at it. She walks over to a nearby log and sits down "he doesn't want to sleep for too long, he has a party to go to tonight" she explains to the preserver. Then adds "I'm sure they'll let you sing tonight, if you ask them" She looks over to Flashfire and shakes her head ** So you do know how to send. I was beginning to wonder. ** She arches her brow at him and smirks faintly. ** Of course I can send. I'm an elf. ** Flashfire answers Starsong, though the send is a bit rough from general disuse and all. SunnySong might sing tonight? Good thing Flashfire knows this - he'll just find somewhere else to be. He'll just get some more of that infernal sticky stuff out of his hair. SunnySong bats its big eyes at StormSinger. "Really? Muchpretty softhair highthing think so? Me do! Me do!" Stormgrace wades up on the beach, water droplets trickling down her body. SunnySong is perched on Starsong's hand, looking lovingly up at her, while Flashfire picks bits of wrapstuff out of his fur. Starsong smiles at the preserver and nods "What party isn't complete without a preserver solo?" She grins and looks at Flashfire, shaking her head slightly ** It's a good thing you told me, I wouldn't have guessed ** Flashfire winces at the shrill voice of the preserver..again. Maybe he should just find another place to hide from it. Someone could let him know when the coast is clear. Why -do- they pick on him so? He doesn't answer Starsong, again. SpiritDawn has connected. Stormgrace rises up from the water and swims to the shore, with the graceful strokes of one born of the sea. She steps up on the shore and wrings the excess water from her hair before striding forward, her hand raised in greeting to those on the beach, **Calm waves to you all. How is everyone today?** SunnySong hugs Starsong's hand happily. "SunnySong so happy! But poor fursoft highthing! Is much vexing headachy, and talking with mean flyhighthing..." It looks forlornly toward Flashfire, of a certain imagining him safe and cocooned... SpiritDawn returns to the beaches, looking none the worse for wear after her attendance on the unfortunate visitor that happened to step in the seaspine bed. She makes a mental note to find out if a coral fence can be shaped around it to keep the unwary out. Moonfall comes down from further up the beach. Starsong smiles at the preserver and shakes her head "He'll go curl up under a tree somewhere and he'll be fine by tonight." She turns and looks at the source of the send and waves with her free hand ** Pleasant days ** she replies. If there's one good thing about all this, it's that Flashfire seems to have forgotten about that little encounter with Tsoran. For now, until the next time. He waves silently from his spot on the sand, a small pile of wrapstuff gathering next to him, hand waving back and forth whenever a piece decides to stick to his fingers, which is often. SunnySong looks at Flashfire. "Aw... currled fursoft cradlebaby highthing..." the ultimate definition of 'cute' in preserver terms... Moonfall wanders in from the woods, seriously pondering a handful of bright red berries and not paying much attention where she's going. Starsong sets the preserver down on the log next to her. She's never had a problem with preservers before, she actually enjoys their singing. Coming from the grove holt, she's quite used to it by now "Make sure you ask Redtide tonight at the party if you can sing." With that she gets up and walks to where she left her stuff. She also needs a nap before tonight. SunnySong flutters up and over to Flashfire, a doleful look in its eyes. "SunnySong sorry nice fursofthighthing feel bad. SunnySong want help." [Starsong had to go here.] Flashfire looks up quickly as the preserver hovers near him again, perhaps expecting another spray of wrapstuff. He blinks at the apology, though. Don't get too many of those. "It's..okay." he manages, somewhat confused. Willowcry has connected. Moonfall oofs, tripping over a stray log and landing in the sand. She looks rather puzzled to find herself in that position, then gets distracted by a shiny bit of sandstone. She snatches it up and rolls it over in her hands. Dancing, that's what she's doing, and there isn't even any music. Cascade pirouettes down the beach, hair streaming behind her. She laughs when she sees the crowd and skips over their way. ** Tides all. ** Stormgrace arches a brow at the scene before her, lifting her eyes to the sky and shaking her head as she tries to figure everything out. Finally she just shrugs, walking over and finding a place on the sand... okay so there was a mild problem for her in inviting the wolfriders... all this blasted speech. She settles down on the sand, curling her legs in front of her and leaning back to simply watch the scene unfold before her. At the send she lifts her head and gives a smile to Cascade, **Calm waves Cascade.** SpiritDawn takes in the action that's already happening on the beach, and smiles slightly. Seems that tonight might be even more fun than last night was. The healer grins even wider as she sees Flashfire and the preserver. ** Fair winds, all. ** SunnySong looks up at Flashfire. "Really? Is good?" Willowcry walks down the beach, taking a seat near everyone. He looks at the scene before him with a headache from last night's celebrations. ** Ayooah all.... ** Flashfire is..getting over the headache too, and isn't in such a bad state right this minute. He shrugs slightly at SunnySong, glancing past the preserver at some of the others as they share greetings and show up. "Aye.." SunnySong takes that as an unfortunate 'yes' and immediately commences to wrapstuff Flashfire again, and, as he is seated, the poor elf finds his legs covered rather quickly. SunnySong spins around Flashfire quickly, streams of delicate webbing falling with precision, catching the light like seafoam. Moonfall looks up and around, not recognizing a soul, even though she should since a couple people here watched her grow up. She stretches out in the sand and waves a bit. **Oh. Hello.** Flashfire yipes again! The preserver's tricked him! He paws at the wrapping around his legs, trying to scramble to his feet in vain, for the strategic placement of the first bit of wrapstuff keeps him down. "Hey..!" Oh, this is the -last- time he'll ever trust a preserver..until perhaps the next time, when he's forgotten this encounter. He waves at the webbing, trying to deflect it away from him. Cascade starts to sit down but then finds herself staring at the preserver and the fuzzy elf. ** What's going on? ** she asks as she stands there, an extremely confused look on her face. Cascade locksends ** Can we help somehow? ** SunnySong concentrates on finishing the job. After all, highthings are best kept safe and wrapped. Is good! Stormgrace arches her brow at the preserver and furry elf. She sighs and leans back, really unable to do much about it since it is rather hard to send to a preserver. She mutters something about Redtide, likely not flattering either. She then turns her attention towards Moonfall, looking her up and down for a moment before smiling, **Sunfish... you're back.** Flashfire finds a hand soon entangled in wrapstuff..too much to effectively pick away in time, and he can't run right now, either. Cascade's send ends up unanswered, his attention on his own futile attempts to fend off the determined bug. Balking again, he gets a mouthful. SunnySong continues to spin around Flashfire like a spark of magic, and he is getting quite thoroughly wrapped. As the tendrils fall, he loses the ability to pick them away, and they accumulate faster. Cascade looks over at this mess, figuring that Flashfire isn't going to send anything at this point. ** Uhm, Stormgrace? Do you think Flashfire wants to be wrapstuffed? ** Moonfall looks up at that name and shakes her head. **Moonfall. And I guess I'm back, although I don't remember being here before. Do I know you?** Flashfire splutters, poking a hole in the part over his mouth, hands and arms and legs getting even more caught up in the binding wrapstuff. Can't talk now, and he's not much thinking about sending, either. Too distracted, and the wrapstuff is starting to have something of an effect on him. How -does- it do that? It's going to be a mess to get out, if someone cuts him loose later... Stormgrace looks over at Cascade and shrugs, **Considering he was fighting it I don't think that he really wants to... But I was just going to wait and unwrap him when the bug was finished... since I can't really say anything to the bug.** She then turns and looks over at Moonfall, arching a brow, **Yes, you grew up here... When you left you were called Sunfish... your father is Silverrill, sister to Sunflower..... I am Stormgrace, chief second.** Flashfire stops fighting, as the wrapstuff takes effect, and the unrepressable desire to sleep fills him. Now he is thoroughly covered, but the preserver continues to make passes over him for esthetic affect, smoothing out the threads that were ripped in the struggle. Sleep..yes. Well, at least the headache will hopefully be gone for good whenever someone cuts Flashfire free. That is, if someone thinks to open the cocoon being quickly made by the bug. His furry-wrapped form slumps down as his body stops responding, his mind shutting down as well. SpiritDawn watches with amusement as all of this takes place. Now, that's an interesting bug, to be able to do that. It makes the healer think of how she could use the preserver to help her with mortally wounded patients. Moonfall perks up and slides over toward Stormgrace. **Did I? All I know is I woke up over there** she gestures across the water, **and that was that.** She shrugs, not looking too concerned. **But, I'm back. I guess.** SunnySong finishes up with a sigh and alights atop its newly made bundle, patting it with a bizarrely maternal gesture. "All safe. Good pretty nice fursoft highthing all better now." Indeed, Flashfire is 'safe' as far as the preserver is concerned. He's 'safe' in the cocoon he'll never emerge from unless someone else opens it later on. SunnySong nuzzles the bundle of soft white threads once more, then flutters up to see who it can play with next. "Great day for SunnySong! First, SunnySong fly high and fast with flyhighthings, then SunnySong help fursoft highthing! SunnySong sing muchgood song! Is good! Is good!" Stormgrace looks over at the bundle and sighs, shaking her head. **Someone amuse the preserver while I free our guest... Get the preserver to sing or something.** easy for her to say, she can't hear it. SunnySong puffs up with pride and sings. "Breee deeet DEEET!" Cascade finds a seat on the beach, snickering to herself. And people call her bouncy! She's got nothing on that bug. "Hey, SunnySong. Where'd you fly to with the gliders?" Stormgrace gets up and heads over to the wrapped bundle. With a sigh she produces a knife and begins slicing it open, hoping someone will keep the bug distracted while she does so. She is very careful in doing so... wouldn't want to hurt the guest. The whole time she mumbles under her breath, the name Redtide being heard often. She is mumbling louder than likely she planned, but that happens. You can tell none of it is flattering... it's a good thing everyone knows she loves her brother. SunnySong gapes at Cascade, a question! Fluttering over excitedly, it jabbers, "SunnySong fly loooong time find mountainplace, SunnySong remember softdark highthing say get fursoft craddlebabies and beesweets, and we do, but softdark highthing never come. Sunnysong no remember long time, but think of it and go find softdark highthing. Well, Sunnysong find mountainplace and flyhighthings are all 'no sing SunnySong' and 'no go in this place SunnySong' Is my mountainplace! Is! Then flyhighthings say they all go fun place, and SunnySong say flyhighthings need Sunnysong..... Cascade just starts to giggle as the preserver starts telling the story of its life. Once SunnySong stops talking, she manages to catch her breath. "Sounds like you've been a busy bug. And you're going to ask Redtide if you can sing for us this evening, is that what I heard?" SunnySong continues, high ones, does the little bug ever -breathe-? "But sharpdark flyhighthing say no, so SunnySong find SadEye flyhighthing and soon up in air with big flyhighflything, much fast! Sunnysong Fly muchly fast, but flyhighflything faster!" SunnySong nods. "SunnySong sing muchpretty. Is good!" Seems Flashfire's time spent as a cocoon isn't meant to be very long, as Stormgrace's blade begins to cut along one side of the wrapstuff prison he's in. No awareness returns just yet, though. Stormgrace keeps cutting at the webbing, shaking her hand occasionally to get the sticky stuff off. She begins pulling the webbing off once the cocoon is sliced open, wrinkling her nose slightly as she does and hoping someone will warn her is the bug notices. Cascade keeps her eyes on the bug, not wanting to call attention to the unwrapping going on behind it. "Is that how you ended up here, SunnySong?" SunnySong says "Flyhighthings bring SunnySong back to muchwater and SunnySong remember splish-spash highthings and so SunnySong much happy, and Flyhighthings happy, and splish-spash things happy!" It pauses. "But poor fursoft highthing and sharpdark highthing talk nowords, and fursofthighthing have head achey. Me fix!" Said 'fix' being undone, Flashfire begins to come to, yawning as the strands are pulled away from his face and chest, though lots of it still sticks to his fur. "Unnhh..." he makes a sound, eyes fluttering. SunnySong nods in agreement with itself. "Poor, poor fursoft highthing..." Stormgrace puts the knife away and continues to help Flashfire pick the webbing off of himself. She takes a chance to look back at the preserver to make sure that she hasn't been noticed. She flashes a smile to Flashfire, **You okay?** Cascade grins from ear to ear at the preserver. "You tell a pretty good story, SunnySong." Probably a couple more seconds of distraction won't hurt. And at least while it's talking it isn't singing. SunnySong says "Really? Think so? Is good! SunnySong sing good too! Sing for fursoft highthing to make head achey go way, but didn't work..." "Aye..I think so." Flashfire murmurs, not aware that his spoken words are going to fall on deaf ears. His mouth moves, at least. He gets to a sitting-up position, though the wrapstuff around his legs still keeps him pretty much there until it's removed a little better. He yawns, rubbing at his eyes, strands hanging all over him. Willowcry has disconnected. Stormgrace at least takes the sitting up as a good sign... and she is used to putting two and two together though at times she gets five, which is annoying. She assumes an affirmative and moves to work on freeing your legs, **Just a little bit more and we will have you free.. sorry about this.** SunnySong looks over its tiny shoulder at the sound, and gasps. The nerve! "Bad highthing! Is good wrapstuff! Leave lone!" SunnySong launches itself at Stormgrace, fluttering in front of her to 'protect' Flashfire. Cascade acks as SunnySong looks around. ** Look out! The bug! ** she sends as quick as she can. Flashfire yipes as SunnySong comes back with a vengeance, blurting, "No!" Last time he said 'aye' and the bug heard it, he wound up wrapped. Not making that mistake again. But he curls up, perhaps trying to hide himself somehow. Stormgrace groans softly at a send, which is quickly followed by a fluttering preserver... ah the things she does to protect her tribe and guests. She tries to ignore the bug, continuing to pull off the webbing from Flashfire's legs so the poor elf can finally be free of the sticky stuff. SpiritDawn jumps forward to catch SunnySong, remonstrating the bug as he tries to fix the 'damage' done by Stormgrace. "Nono. He's alright, just let him be, SunnySong. He's alright." her words nearly trip over each other in getting themselves out. SunnySong says "no no no! Is much vexed! Sunnysong make pretty wrapstuff and make good!" Cascade groans. Looks like she didn't distract the bug quite long enough. "SunnySong, how can Flashfire go to the party tonight if he's wrapstuffed? He needs to be awake." Well, maybe the preserver will buy it, who knows? a grain of thought makes it through to the preserver. "Fursoft highthing come hear SunnySong sing?" Flashfire lifts his head from his presently curled-up position. "No." Stormgrace keeps pulling at the webbing, ignoring the preserver as best as she can... which only gets difficult when the preserver gets in her line of vision. **Did I ever mention I hate preserver webbing... the stuff sticks everywhere.** She shakes a few strands off her hand and then finishes freeing Flashfire's legs.. the small bits he can get off himself. SunnySong frowns. "Fursoft highthing no come party?" [OOC] SunnySong says, "I'm really enjoying torturing Flashfire, but alas, it is time for me to go home..." Cascade locksends ** tell it you're going to the party. ** Then Flashfire's eyes shift to Stormgrace, and he tries sending since she seems to only do that. ** Thank you..it'll probably take me a long time to get this out. ** Then he frowns at SunnySong, opening his mouth to say if it's going to be there, he won't. A glance at Cascade, then he amends. "I'll..come.." he murmurs. SunnySong flutters away from Flashfire, annoyed to see it's fine work dismantled, especially since the highthing won't get all the nice safe sleep he needs. Without a word, yes, a disgruntled preserver, it flutters further up the beach. Still, there's always the party... SunnySong makes its way further up the beach. Stormgrace nods and smiles to Flashfire, scooting back and giving him room, **Sorry I couldn't help you earlier but I don't communicate well with preservers... kind of hard when you can't hear a thing they say.** She sits back on the sand, turning her head to watch the preserver flitter away with a sigh of relief. Cascade watches until the preserver is out of sight. ** Now that's something I'm just not used to seeing. Are you okay. Flashfire? ** Tappity tap tap goes her foot, as though she doesn't even see it. Moonfall has left. SpiritDawn goes and plops down in the sand, half-drowsing in the comfortable weather and good company. "You ca.." ** You can't? ** Flashfire amends in send, looking oh, so relieved as the preserver flits off. Whew. Now he just has to deal with the sticky stuff. ** And thanks..again. ** Then he nods quietly to Cascade, going about the long process of picking his fur clean. Stormgrace smiles at Flashfire and shakes her head, **Nope, I can't. It's been a while since I could.** She doesn't seem bothered by it at all... she has had a long time to get used to the fact. She leans back on the sand, getting comfortable. Flashfire's never met an elf that couldn't hear, but it seems he's able to accept it easily enough. After all, they've accepted the sight of an elf with fur, haven't they? He'll just have to remember to send around Stormgrace, that's all. Should be good to practice doing that again, for the wolfelf. ** You don't look like it hinders you, really. ** Then he frowns at himself, seeing all the sand caught up in him and the wrapstuff. Doubly bad! Cascade seems content with a nod for an answer and leans back on her elbows. ** It seems you've been having a busy day so far, Flashfire. Are you going to have enough energy to dance this evening <> ** Okay, she knows he didn't dance last time, but that doesn't mean he won't change his mind. Stormgrace chuckles softly and shakes her head, **Well I don't go out hunting, but then I didn't before either... actually hunting is what got me into this really. But you learn to deal with things as they come, each challenge in turn... this is just another challenge.. I have come to accept it, though it was by no means easy to do.** Too busy, if you ask Flashfire. This isn't even taking into account that he still hasn't found out any helpful information on Suntop's whereabouts. If he doesn't remind himself often that they're really out to find him, he could forget it. Well..not really, considering their relationship. "Dunno if I'll dance.." he answers, distracted by his current task and some of Stormgrace's explanation. ** I'm glad you have.. ** Moonfall has arrived. Stormgrace has disconnected. Flashfire stands up slowly, kicking at some of the wrapstuff that clings to his legs and feet. Oh, he told SunnySong he'd come to the party tonight, but chances are if the preserver's there, he won't be. All this excitement and the tropical weather's got him seeking some more shade again, so he starts towards the east. Cascade's feet dig into the sand, finally stopping their incessant motion. She smiles over at Flashfire. ** What else are you going to do while SunnySong is singing? ** Personally, she votes for dancing somewhere else entirely. "Avoid it?" Flashfire answers, pausing at Cascade's question. Past that, the table is clear. SpiritDawn looks up, concerned about Flashfire. If there's anything she can do to make him more comfortable, she'll certainly try. She stands up and heads east as well, ever the healer. Cascade laughs at that answer, green eyes twinkling. ** Good plan. You don't mind if some of the rest of us join you, do you? And leave Redtide to the bug's tender mercies? ** It's not Flashfire's island..not his place to claim territory that's not his own. "If you like, of course.." he answers, eyes catching the look on SpiritDawn's features. "When is it..? Later?" Cascade shrugs a little. This is the Raft after all. ** Whenever everyone shows up I guess is when it will start. ** And she'll definitely make an appearance, no matter what she says about it. Hopefully just not at the same time as the preserver. SpiritDawn smiles a little. "Yes, later. I think I will dance again." she murmurs. "Are you alright, Flash..fire? ** Yep, that's his name, and Flashfire first nods to Cascade, still undecided on the party. He managed to make it out in good shape last night, even if he got a little drunk. Avoided the dancing, too..though it did look sort of fun and tempting. "I might come by for a little bit, later." he decides, before turning to SpiritDawn, still looking like he just stepped out of a whole bunch of webbing. Well..he did. He quickly checks for signs of preservers, then says, "Aye..except for all this.." SpiritDawn nods, helpfully picking at bits of the sticky goo. ** I can help you get that off, if you like. <> ** Her eyes sparkle with repressed humor, though all of it is good natured. Cascade watches as SpiritDawn starts picking bits of goo off. ** Just don't let her offer to dye that fur for you. ** she teases the healer just a little. Since after all, it is a new skill SpiritDawn has recently picked up. [Cascade had to go.] SpiritDawn blushes. ** I meant to have a pretty red. I really did. ** she defends herself. So what if it came out as a horrifying orange that would rival the sunrise. The offer is met with a smile and a nod. "I can't reach it all myself.." he says forlornly, pausing at Cascade's warning. "What..dye?" SpiritDawn nibbles on her lip as she picks at the splotches of wrapstuff stuck to your fur. She's trying not to pull on your fur too much, but can't help it on some occasions. Flashfire does a good enough job of holding still right here, though he likely wouldn't object to going someplace cooler and more private. "You..dye things?" Oh..Moonshade's done that, he thinks. SpiritDawn shrugs a little and tilts her head to the side. ** I try. I haven't done much of anything useful outside of my healing gifts in a while. I wanted to learn something new and Cascade offered to teach me. ** Healing..so that's probably what she did last night, healed some of Flashfire's dreamberry haze. Leetah's done the same, on occasion. "Oh..I've never done anything like that." he says, not exactly something that needs to be known, but he doesn't know much about it at all. SpiritDawn smiles a little. ** Neither had I, until now. It's not as easy as it looks, let me tell you. ** She snags a particularly stubborn piece of stuff from near your ear, pulling it free with a grimace. ** This stuff is tenacious. ** Flashfire's head tilts into the tugging of the thrice-cursed wrapstuff, and he resolves not to let himself get into any more of these situations. They're not very fun..even if it's nice to have help afterwards. He nods, then mutters, "I don't like those bugs." SpiritDawn chuckles softly. ** I think a use could be found for its particular talents. ** she says quietly. There's a patch near your bottom that she smiles as she attacks, teasing you by pinching a little while she works. ** You never know. ** "None I can think of..unless it involves using its own wrapstuff on itself." Flashfire mutters, jumping on surprise as he's pinched on his rump. "Hey..!" he grins, rubbing back there. SpiritDawn grins, her fingers twining with yours briefly as you rub your bum. ** I don't know. I could use it to catch the occasional lovemate or two. ** she teases, winking. Or she could just do it on her own. Flashfire's hand stays put on his rump as the fingers mix with them, and he shrugs lightly. "I guess that'd work.." he admits. SpiritDawn turns away, blushing darkly. If only she could say how lonely she has been since her lifemate died...but she will not burden another with her heart. She doesn't think that would be fair. The healer steps away a few feet, her back still turned to the furry elf. ** I am sorry. ** "What for..?" Flashfire turns again, going back to picking at a few more strands of goo himself. "You don't have to be sorry.." You locksend to SpiritDawn, Flashfire seems to ask, wordlessly, if you want to go off somewhere. You sense in a locksend, SpiritDawn seems to be struggling with the faith of her heart to her lifemate who is gone, and the desire she feels after having been close enough to inhale your masculine scent. ** I... <> I cannot choose. ** You locksend to SpiritDawn, Flashfire comes off confused. ** Choose..? ** To him, it's just a chance to get intimate with someone, as elves are wont to do. SpiritDawn seems a little troubled, though she does turn back to Flashfire, eyes flickering as a send is traded. She twists a strand of hair in her hand, biting at her lip. [SpiritDawn sends back and explains a little more, then the two go off to do this and that.]