Log Date:
	5/30/98, 7/4/98

Log Cast:
	Tance, Kesya

Log Intro:
	[This is an incomplete log, from Tance and Kesya's ill-fated trip
to Verron IV.]
	Tance Vokrim and Kesya As'shoriah have taken a vacation trip to
Verron IV -- but have wound up staying far longer than simply over the
Passover. Neither of them have felt the need to return to Ballybran for a
while, either due to lack of credits or lack of resonance. In fact, Kesya
has been witness to the slow emergence out of Tance's habitual uncertainty
and lack of confidence a different kind of personality in him... or perhaps
a long-forgotten sort of personality. Inspired by Kesya's encouragement,
he's begun to warm to the fact that he is a Crystal Singer on holiday with
the woman he loves... and he's gone along willingly with the impulse that
has seized them both to see every possible inch of the planet they can. And
so the two of them have set off on a long hike through Verron IV's wilder
areas, blissfully uncaring of such details as schedules and when and where
two Heptite Guild representatives might be 'expected' to be...

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Tance Vokrim is not a man of many and varied words. Thus, he is content to 
  christen the day that is now coming to its close as 'karkin' good' -- much 
  like every single one of his days on Verron IV. He's tired, but that's not 
  unfamiliar to him; what _is_ unfamiliar is the subtle sense within his bones 
  that, for all the exertion to which he's been putting himself today, hiking 
  through the undergrowth, climbing trees, and following trails through the 
  hills he and his beloved have been exploring for weeks now, he'll be ready, 
  willing, and able to tackle more hardy activity on the morrow... that his 
  energy is almost that of a young man's again. It's a thrilling feeling. And 
  so's that of the form of Kesya snuggling in beside him in the bedroll. 
  Grinning lopsidedly, he turns his head to breathe in the scent of her hair, 
  and he rumbles in earth-rich tones, "We made good time today."

"Mmmmm," is all Kesya's reply for the moment, her arm overlaying the one of 
  yours that snugs around her. The other pillows under her head, and the 
  dancing flames of the campfire reflect brightly in her blue gaze. She seems 
  tired too, quiet, or perhaps simply 'peaceful' is a better description... 
  certainly though, a far cry from the high-tension world of Ballybran that 
  seems so very far away now. Your lover turns in your grasp to lay flat on 
  her shoulderblades, turning her gaze from those yellow flames to your 
  expressive brown eyes. Her voice is a quiet whisper, yet in the almost 
  absolute silence of the forest about you, it's almost overloud. "Not much 
  further, I suppose. We've seen more of the planet than the locals."

Tance grunts an affirmative, as he pulls in a long breath and lets it out 
  again, beginning to relax into the pleasurable feel of just lying still 
  beside the woman he loves. He's gotten tanned and grizzled and honed in 
  these months in the wild, his hair longer and sunstreaked all over again, a 
  short salted beard having claimed the lower half of his face for its own; 
  his grin hasn't changed, though, and it flashes lazily in the midst of the 
  beard. "This ain't exactly the standard tourist scenic route, nah," he 
  agrees.

The green woman sniffs, a lazy smile drifting across her own mouth. She's 
  wearing one of the bright shirts you asked of her, after finding out the 
  hard way that it's all too easy to lose a green fiancee while trekking 
  through a thick green forest. Kesya had the giggles over -that- for days, 
  but thankfully, now she seems to have forgotten. Instead, she follows the 
  sniff with a wry comment. "Thank the gods. I couldn't stand much more of 
  them. No, this is much better." One slender hand turns your chin toward her, 
  and she kisses you lightly. "I wish we could stay forever."

This new energy that has possessed Tance is evident in his kiss, too. He pulls 
  you to him and answers your kiss with an ardent one of his own, before 
  pulling back just enough for breathing room. He murmurs, "We could always 
  come back, huh?"

"After we're married?" There's a breathless tone to her voice, from either the 
  kiss or the mention of your engagement. "Mmm. Maybe for the honeymoon." She 
  cocks her head to one side a moment, studying your face in the flickering 
  glow of the firelight. "Have you thought much about that? The wedding, I 
  mean?"

Settling down again in the bedroll, his sun-and-salt-and-pepper-and-brown hair 
  spilling lightly back from his brow, Tance blinks a time or two. "How d'ya 
  mean?" he asks, habitual slight bemusement peeking through in his tone.

Kesya shrugs a shoulder. "I don't know... where, when... it's a big thing." 
  Almost absently she lifts a hand to brush a tuft of peppery hair behind your 
  ear, her fingers lazily dropping to your chest. "Who to have there, that 
  sort of thing. There's different customs, too."

"Ohh..." It's Tance's 'oh I get it now', tone, and he smiles sheepishly over 
  at you. "Well hell, honey, I... I dunno if I really thought much about it, 
  other than tellin' the Guildmaster..." His smile quirks, turning towards a 
  self-directed smirk. "If I ever knew anything about weddings, I forgot it a 
  long time ago."

Kesya's own gaze has drifted to the sky above, millions of stars visible in 
  just a single glance. "There's not much to know, I guess. Just a matter of 
  what we want. Why do what we're supposed to?" Well that's obvious; if you 
  two were doing what you were 'supposed' to, the Verron IV administration 
  wouldn't be wondering over where you were right now; and rumours wouldn't be 
  brewing about the same. Kesya knows nothing of this though, and blinks as 
  your words register to her. "You told Maxwell?"

"Well, nah, not exactly...." Tance mumbles. "I... uh.... forgot, I think..."

Kesya only looks at you expectantly, a slightly amused expression on her 
  face... waiting.

He might be blushing, though it's anybody's guess in the middle of the night, 
  without a light on the two Singers to show. "What?" he rasps gruffly. "You 
  know I do really karkin' good to remember where I sleep, Jade..."

Kesya stiffles a chuckle, her lips pursing with the effort to keep a straight 
  face. "Oh, of course," she says innocently. "So what did Maxwell say when 
  you told him?"

"I don't remember," Tance mumbles, his voice turning even gruffer. "C'mon, 
  honey, it'da been months ago..."

Kesya leans forward to plant a kiss on your forehead, then settles herself to 
  pillow against your chest. "That's all right. I never know what to think 
  about Maxwell, is all. Can't quite figure him out." She falls silent a time, 
  enjoying the peace of your arms and the warmth of the fire. You might even 
  suspect she's fallen asleep, but then she finally speaks up once more. 
  "Probably wondering where we are by now."

A little mollified, Tance cradles you gently to him, and then blinks again at 
  your comment. "Y'think it's been that long?

Kesya casts you a slightly surprised look. "It's been over a year, Tance. I 
  mean, the days sort of blend together being back in the bush like this, 
  but..." She shrugs, rubbing one finger over the black crystal in her 
  engagement ring. "It's been long enough that Maxwell might be wondering."

Tance ohs, and swallows once, looking a little nervous. "Uh, Jade honey.... 
  days blend together for me anyway.... y'know?"

Kesya nods, and you can feel her shrugging against you. "Me too, often. But 
  I've been keeping track, sort of. We don't want to get stuck out here with 
  our resonance too low." She pauses, and you can feel her fingers track 
  lightly down your arm, an idle, affectionate habit of hers. "We haven't been 
  to Syrine yet."

"We... were gonna go, weren't we?" muses Tance, frowning uncertainly. "I... 
  remember that, yeah."

"Mmm hmmm." Kesya doesn't remind you why, only pulling the bedroll a little 
  closer around the two of you. She's used to living with the gaps in your 
  memory, although it's difficult for her; she knows one day, she might have 
  too many gaps herself to be of any assistance to you.

Tance mutters a low oath, pressing his eyes closed in concentration. _C'mon, 
  y'old karker, think..._ "Somethin' about Syrine. That's... my homeworld...?" 
  His words come out of him strained, frustrated.

Kesya's affirmation is only a quiet murmur, her arms closing about you. "See, 
  you remember enough." Her voice, lightly teasing, still holds a note of 
  concern.