Log Date:
	2/19/97

Log Cast:
	Tance, Shana

Log Intro:
	Tance Vokrim and Kesya As'shoriah have returned to the Ranges; as
they've gone out, Kesya has striven to encourage Tance in his desire to
help contribute more equally to their partnership by letting him pick the
sites they'll land at. But unfortunately, this has meant that a lot of
the crystal they've been finding has been various shades of green...
and more than once, Kesya has had to drag Tance off a claim before his
proximity to the crystal throws him into thrall... and threatens his
fragile, unsteady memories, especially of her.
	But as it happens, one claim Tance lands at turns out to have
another Singer landed there already....

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Tance brings the sled to a gentle landing.
You step out from the cramped interior of the sled "Meguey Radmynn."
Top of the Cliff
The area smells salty, and you can hear the sound of ocean waves in the 
  distance. Every now and then, a scurrying catches your attention, where you 
  inevitably find a crab-like denizen going about its symbiont-adapted 
  business.

In the warm light of the afternoon, the scoured surface of the cliff face on 
  which you find yourself is a deep pink-grey. The ocean scent fills your 
  nostrils and for a brief moment it seems you might be on a less treacherous 
  world. An crack opens into the ground before you, leading eastwards and down 
  into the cliff itself.
There is a piss-green countermark messily dashed around, indicating that this 
  claim has been released.
Contents:
Tance's sled
Shana
Shana's sled
Obvious exits:
Rocky Gorge

Once the newly arriving sled is down, its hatch opens, and Tance pokes his 
  head out -- only to glower at the sight of the other sled present. He'd 
  missed that from the air. And now, he mutters, "Kark it!"

Shana leans up against her sled, staring pensively into the gorge, cutter 
  absent from her back. As Tance's sled lands, she looks over at the emerging 
  Singer, surprised. "Oh, um..hi."

Tance, without any sign of recognition, waves grumpily, turning to climb back 
  into the sled he'd just landed. "Probably karkin' green anyway, I'm gone...."

Shana pushes away from her sled, limping awkwardly as she takes a few 
  hesitant steps toward Tance, "Wait! Umm.. It's not green, it's yellow. I 
  just..I was just enjoying the view before I left."

Tance looks baffledly back over his shoulder. "Huh?"

Shana stops as he turns and explains again, "Yellow. The vein's yellow. I 
  came to.." This is unique, having to put into words -why- she's here at all. 
  "It used to be mine, but I released it. I thought it might be best..um..for 
  me."

Tance's brow furrows as he turns back to face you, brown eyes full of 
  puzzlement. His gaze lifts to scan the immediate terrain, taking in the 
  countermark, and he says, "Lemme get this straight, girlie... there's 
  _still_ crystal here, and you ain't cuttin' it?"

Shana takes a quick but awkward step back, not quite expecting you to turn so 
  quickly. Stammering yet again, not at all seeming like Kesya's partner as 
  chief of training, she says, "I don't.. I don't want it. I just came back to 
  release it, I..I didn't..hadn't intended to stay for so long." She waves a 
  hand down toward the gorge, "You c'n have it if you want... just be careful. 
  The climb's easy. But don't stay after dark."

Tance blinkblinks, studying you with even more bafflement, though he still 
  doesn't seem to show any sign of knowing who you are. "Um, if you're sure," 
  he says, half his attention already clearly on searching around for the path 
  to the vein, though the rest of it lingers on you. That might even be a 
  rough kind of concern in his weathered features.

"I'm sure," the dark-haired Singer says, with a nod. "But be careful. After 
  dark... bad things happen." Her eyes cloud as she steps backward to her 
  sled, still watching you. Whatever these 'bad things' are, she doesn't seem 
  to want to face them herself, much less actually talk about them, but they 
  do seem to have an effect on her, if the dark circles under her eyes are any 
  clue.

Tance, still eyeing you with something like concern, says blankly, "Okay, 
  girlie... thanks... um... I know where some green is? At least.... my sled 
  computer does..."

Shana blinkblinks in surprise, "Umm? You mean..like trade?" She mulls over 
  this for awhile, then shakes her head, "I...thanks, but.. I should get back 
  to JPF. I don't know when I'll be able to cut again, probably not til this 
  class is done. Graidan's been leaving messages for Kesya and me like crazy. 
  Don't want to go paint something that I won't even get to cut before the 
  mark goes again."

Tance blinks at the word 'Kesya'.... he takes a step forward. "You know Jade? 
  She's searchin', with me...." His brow crinkles. "Should I know you, girlie?"

Shana tosses the braid back over her shoulder and looks at you for a long 
  time. "I know Kesya. Have since she got to Ballybran, helped train her 
  class. Now, we're in charge of the department." Realizing that she hasn't 
  actually offered her name yet, she cracks a weak smile, "I'm Shana. And 
  you...you must be Tance."

Tance bobs his head, slowly, still looking quite distracted and confused. 
  "Yeah... I'm Tance... I'm, um, sorry, kid, I can't remember names to save my 
  life..." He fumbles a flight-gloved hand into a pocket of his clothes, pulls 
  out a battered little datapad, and tells you, "Lemme put you in here..." 
  Type type type. "Shana. Shana. You know Kesya. Okay."

If you listen hard, you can hear crystal resonance rushing dimly between your 
  ears.

Shana manages a grin this time, nodding, "It's okay if you don't remember. 
  I've had that happen to me often enough." She takes another backward step, 
  closer to the hatch of her sled this time. "Quinn's sleeping," she offers 
  needlessly, "and I should really get back. Um.." Changing her mind about 
  climbing into her sled, at least for the moment, she takes a few steps 
  toward you and extends a hand. "It's nice to finally meet you, Tance. Funny 
  circumstances, but it's nice all the same."

Tance accepts the offered hand in his own gloved one, and shakes it; he grins 
  crookedly. "Thanks. I can't cut green, so I gotta have somethin' else. I owe 
  yah, girlie."
Tance, with that, suddenly turns back to the datapad again, and flicks it open 
  to type into it, muttering to himself, "Gave me claim. Gotta remember that. 
  Owe yah."

"Just take care of yourself. And take care of Kesya," Shana insists, stepping 
  back toward her sled again. "That's all I want." With another weak sort of 
  smile, she climbs into her sled.

Tance calls after, "Thanks," even as he hastens off to find the yellow crystal.

Shana steps into the airsled "Alqualonde."
Shana has left.

[End log.]