Log Date: July 1, 1996 Log Cast: Solitaries/Scattereds: Thicket, Slate, Silvermoon, Exile Lostholt tribe: Ynderra, Blaze Others: Lara Log Intro: Following a fierce combat with Slate, Thicket has fallen into the icy waters of Silver Lake -- and Slate, aghast, has rescued her, but has found himself torn between staying with the elf he's sworn to protect and staying with his new Recognized and lifemate, Silvermoon. But Silvermoon tells him of a healer they can find for the febrile Thicket, and the problem turns to whether they can take the now-ailing reclusive elf to help.... ---------- Silvermoon and Slate's Tent(#8545Jeh) As you step though the flap, you see that the tent has enough room for two elves and two wolves with all their gear, easily. In the right corner, you notice a pile of bed furs, and on one of the post holding the tent up, a waterskin is hanging. The tent it's self is made of well cured buckskin, and is waterproof. The posts holding the tent up are ornatly carved deer, horses, and other animals native to the plains. At the top of the tent, is a small smoke hole, well colored black from many fires. You notice that it is closeable from the inside, with a flap. In the left corner is nest of furs well slept opon and covered with wolf fur and often Starpaws. In the right is the furs that SIlvermoon and Slate sleep on. Contents: Longtooth fur(#7427Jae) Silvermoon Tracker(#4912IJMQaeps) Slate Silvermoon huddles on the furs, peering at Thicket like she might jump up and bite her. Slate sits next to Silvermoon, wolfnapping...waiting for Thicket to awaken... Thicket has stirred -- but only barely, and then only long enough to toss her head slightly back and forth. Slate Sends quietly...**Thicket?** trying to rouse her... Silvermoon wimpers softly Silvermoon wimpers again, looking nervious Slate looks up slowly, from Silvermoon to thicket...and back again. **Don't be afraid, Lifemate..** he sends quietly to her... Silvermoon sends openly ** We need to take her to Leetah if we are to go soon. ** Slate looks at her slowly...**That would be best...only I hope she lets Leetah heal her...** Silvermoon nods slowly Slate stands slowly and begins packing the tent up. Thicket he gently takes in his arms and carries outside, still wrapped in the longtooth fur... Slate has left. Tracker walks after Slate, leaving you. Tracker has left. West Beach on the Shore of Silver Lake(#928RV) A beach of pale pink and grey sand worn down from the massive quartz and granite cliffs miles away in the Silver Mountains. The beach is small, but extends a fair distance out into the lake, providing a shallow area that warms significantly in clear weather and makes a pleasant place to swim or wade. The center of the lake is very deep however and its cold depths dark and mysterious. There is storm-drift here, a log washed downstream by spring flooding and several large boulders. A firepit is in the shelter of one such boulder. As the daystar sets the air turns chilly in the NewGreen evening. Contents: Tracker(#4912IJMQaeps) Slate Starpaws(#7440JVaep) Silvermoon and Slate's Tent(#8545Jeh) Obvious exits: Campfire by the Boulder Lake Path Silver Lake Bluff Into the Water Silvermoon has arrived. Silvermoon and Slate's Tent has left. Silvermoon takes down the tent, avoiding THicket as much as she can/ Slate takes thicket and lays her across tracker's back, then mounts himself, keeping a tight hold on thicket... Starpaws kneels as Silvermoon grabes a handfull of fur and swings onto her broad back. Tracker(#4912IJMQaeps) You sit firmly on Tracker's strong back. You can feel his calm, controlled breathing as your hand hold onto the black fur. You grab hold of Tracker's black fur and haul yourself up on his high, firm back. Slate joins you on Tracker's back. The huge wolf barely notices the extra weight. Slate has arrived. Starpaws walks towards the south end of the beach, disappering into the trees. Slate sends openly ** Let's go, Lifemate...Lead the way . ** [The three elves set off towards Lostholt, hastening as quickly as they dare with Thicket ill. After some time, though....] You head towards the Lost Holt Clearing. Lost Holt Clearing The land of the Abode surrounds you. Here is where the elves of Lost Holt Gather for tribe councils, howls and receiving visitors from other tribes. This large clearing is fringed by slender saplings that have sprung up after the fire so many turns ago. The ground is packed in tightly and covered with twigs and some fallen branches. In the center lies a stone ring. It lies unlit now and filled with rocks and leaves as the time of the Newgreen comes to release the holt of the grip of the the whitecold season. There are many roots to sit on as well as one particularly large branch, that looks to have fallen sometime during the fierce season of death-sleep. As the daystar sets the air turns chilly in the NewGreen evening. Contents: Starpaws(#7440JVaep) Lara(#8348PJUXce) Exile(#9397PJOXcey) Shado's light tent(#7662AJLes) Small Tent(#2444JLOs) Denning Tree Obvious exits: Path Hill Approach to the Father Tree Starpaws kneels again, as Silvermoon jumps from her back. Slate rides in, with a bundle of longtooth furs it seems. he dismounts and carfully takes the bundle down... Slate slides off Tracker's back and lands with a soft 'thud'. Lara looks at you for a moment. Lara glances up and blinks at seeing the sick elf.. ** Whats wrong? ** Slate sends openly ** She fell into the river a few days ago...hasn't awakend yet... ** Thicket's head tosses slightly under her unkempt mane. Her mouth moves without breath or noise; what little of her face can be seen is not of a healthy shade. Lara blinks and moves over towards Thicket, looking down at her face, or what she can see of it. Exile looks concerned down at Thicket Slate sends openly ** Now who is this healer we're supposed to see, Silvermoon? leetah? ** A she-elf in this bundle of furs; that much can be determined, from the shape of jaw and mouth. She twitches slightly and groans. Silvermoon nods, **I do not know where she is though.** Slate sendshouts ** Leetah! ** Ynderra walks over from the Father Tree. Ynderra has arrived. Ynderra, yawning sleepily, and bouncing a black-haired tot on her hip, comes wandering down the path. "Hmmrmr? Whassup?" She pauses, then, and surveys the gathering in the clearing; the tot, sucking on a thumb, stares. Slate stands there, holding a bundle of longtooth furs in his arms, inside them an elf. **She needs help...** he sends, looking down at the bundle... Ynderra blinkblinkblinks several times, then squints at the visitor. "Slate?" she squeals. Slate looks at her in the fading light...**I remember you...from Sorrow's end...** In Ynderra's arms, Blaze puts in curiously, "Late!" Ynderra nodnods, her curls bouncing, the cub she's hanging onto wriggling energetically. She puts the tot down near her, and comes closer. "What's wrong? I heard Clearbrook send when you came in..." -- she yawns, trying to wake herself up -- "and then your sending..." Ynderra carefully sets down Blaze. Silvermoon watches frowning slightly Blaze stands a bit unsteadily, plops his thumb back into his mouth, and stares in frank curiousity at the strangers. Silvermoon looks down at her pouch in her lap, and begins to bead a tread of leather idley. Ynderra says "We talked about an elf, I remember... Mender was going to help you! Last time I saw him. So what's wrong? Who's this?"" Slate looks down at Thicket...*This is thicket...She's the reason I came to Sorrow's End...** Slate sends openly ** Mender couldn't do it... ** Slate sends openly ** and now she has a fever... ** Ynderra chatters up a storm, and crouches over the form on the ground, watching her breathe, raspily. "He couldn't? Oh, puckernuts..." Slate opens the blanket...the shoulder...twisted and gnarled... Starpaws has arrived. Silvermoon looks down at Starpaws, who imidiately moves away from her side. The black-haired maiden holds up a dainty pale hand, just over Thicket's head. The fingers glow slightly, and the cub giggles at the sight, batting at the sparkles. Slate sends openly ** Is that healing? ** Ynderra finally breathes, "Oh, High Ones." She looks up, sending... Slate sends openly ** Will she be allright, Ynderra? ** Silvermoon sighs as she finishes the leather. Starpaws nuzzles Slate Ynderra sits back on her haunches, and ruffles the hair of the cubling beside her. "She's burning up. I can deal with this. But not here! I'm going to take her into the den. I've sent, Cutter says it's okay. Leetah's working with another visitor right now so she's busy, but she'll come when she can!" Silvermoon watches quietly, and observe the cubs. Slate says "can I come too? I've been watching and taking care of her for turns..." Blaze looks at all the strangers, his small nose wrinkling at all their scents, and he hangs shyly back from the unfamiliar wolves. His mother blinkblinks at the other elves, then tells Slate, the words pouring out of her in unconscious briskness, "Hmm, well, the visitor's den is kind of small and Leetah and I are gonna need the room, so don't stay in there, but stay out here if you like, it won't be very far away. We have a few other visitors in the holt right now so we're kind of crowded! Leetah's trying to heal one -- oh, I said that. Help me pick her up, alright?" Exile moves over to halp lift the elf Slate lifts her as if she is made of dried leaves..."where to?" Silvermoon looks back down into her lap, not used to holt life, or quite this much verbal talking. Ynderra points off to the north. "This way! Blaze, cubling, come on, dear one...!" Slate walks toward the Father Tree. Slate has left. Blaze babbles readily in response to his mother's voice and toddles after her. Exile walks toward the Father Tree. Exile has left. Blaze walks toward the Father Tree. Blaze has left. Silvermoon watches her lifemate leave and sighs again Silvermoon walks toward the Father Tree. Silvermoon has left. You walk towards the Father Tree. Base of the Lost Holt Father Tree(#765RJ) A dense grove of grotesquely shaped trees dominated by one immense Grandfather of a tree whose age is no less great than its size. It is obvious that the old tree has survived a terrible tragedy but new growth and thick strong branches cover the worst of the scars left by the terrible blaze. Weeds and night blooming wildflowers grow in a riot of natural disorder around the trees roots, taking advantage of the NewGreen warmth. Like old friends, the gnarled trees embrace one another, their many branches entwining to form a dense canopy high above the ground. It is a cool NewGreen night, bright stars shining unhindered through budding branches. Contents: Silvermoon Blaze Exile(#9397PJOXcey) Slate SafeRunner Calmwind(#7032Jopq) Obvious exits: Into the Tree Around the Tree Clearing [The group of elves proceeds into the Holt...] You walk up into the rough opening that leads into the tree. Inside the Father Tree(#770RA) As your eyes adjust to the dim light, the room around you becomes visible. Steps formed in the wood itself lead up in several directions towards the upper branches of the tree, and it is obvious that this tree can house many elves and their wolf friends. The main opening to the south leads back outside. It is a cool NewGreen night. Contents: Blaze Slate Ynderra Obvious exits: Into the Roots Up Outside "Down here!" Ynderra's voice ripples through the heart of the great tree, like sap, as she darts down through it. [On down into...] Back Storage Room(#645RL) This is one of the small supply and storage dens in the Father Tree. Momentos and relics from before the flight occupy one end of the small den, while more practical supplies take up the majority of the room. A rough opening leads back out to one of the main branches, and you notice a small opening in the back wall that almost looks too tiny to crawl through without considerable effort, so you tend to ignore it. Shelves, shaped by Redlance, cover the walls, and are empty for the most part of dried meat, and even greens after the long Whitecold. Extra bowls, weapons, and tools are scattered around the den. It is a cool NewGreen night, bright stars shining unhindered through budding branches. Contents: Slate Ynderra Obvious exits: Type "DENS" to see who lives here. Small Opening Out Exile comes down the tunnel from the base of the Father Tree. Exile has arrived. Blaze comes down the tunnel from the base of the Father Tree. Blaze has arrived. Ynderra points into a nearby den, and says briskly, "We can put her in here. But you all better wait outside, okay? We'll have to make sure Cutter and Strongbow know you're around, they get a little twitchy if too many new people are in the Holt at once, and Strongbow's all sour when he gets twitchy, anyway, and he's a really good shot so you don't wawnt him twitchy anyhow!" She giggles, then, and darts through the door of the den in question. Ynderra pushes aside the pale leather and ducks into the visitor's den. Ynderra has left. Silvermoon comes down the tunnel from the base of the Father Tree. Silvermoon has arrived. You push aside the pale leather and duck into the visitor's den. Visitor's Den A warm, largish den, half buried in thick, soft furs. Travel gear lies against the walls, mostly forgotten by other visitors. Candlelight flickers softly, creating the illusion of even more warmth in the den. It is a comfortable place, and often used. It is a cool NewGreen night, bright stars shining unhindered through budding branches. Contents: Ynderra Obvious exits: Out [The other elves begin to arrive...] Blaze wriggles in after his mother, and babbles, "Mama?" Silvermoon stands near the back, and looks nervous Slate lays thicket gently in the furs... Slate sends openly ** I warn you...she will be angry when she awakens...she hates other elves... ** Slate stops telling the story...ashamed. Silvermoon fidgets with her pouch, and looks around nervously again Ynderra patpats some furs, and smiles. "Now shoo! All of you! I have to see what I can find out here 'cause Leetah will want to know, okay?" Her brow wrinkles at Slate's confession, but she nods quickly. "Well, okay, I'll see if she wants us to heal her. Leetah and I and Kai won't heal anybody who doesn't want it. And if she doesn't want it she can go. But we'll send so you know, okay?" Slate locksends ** Please...I need to be with her...she'll be frightened if she awakes and doesn't know anyone... ** to Ynderra. Exile nods Silvermoon sends openly ** Thankyou. ** Silvermoon pushes aside the leather flap and crawls out. Silvermoon has left. Blaze looks around from face to face, and sits down on his little rump, looking bemused by all of this commotion. Silvermoon ducks into the den, the leather flapping back down. Silvermoon has arrived. Silvermoon sends openly ** Slate? ** Ynderra sighs softly and gently, but firmly, pushes at Slate, nudging him towards the doorway. A rueful smile half-twists her mouth. Slate frowns... Slate sends openly ** Allright...I'm going... ** Slate pushes aside the leather flap and crawls out. Slate has left. Ynderra locksends ** You can send to her when she sleeps, silly. I can't heal her with a whole pack in here! And I'll need room for Leetah. Go on, now. ** to Slate. Silvermoon pushes aside the leather flap and crawls out. Silvermoon has left. Slate locksends ** Look...she ran away when she saw one elf she didn't know...I'm afraid she'll try and hurt you or Leetah. ** to Ynderra. Ynderra plops down beside the stricken stranger and peers at her thoughtfully. Without looking up she says lightly to the remaining visitor, "That meant you, too, elder! Go on, now, shoo!" Ynderra locksends ** Even if Leetah or I couldn't take care of ourselves -- we're good healers! And she's even better than I am! -- we have Cutter and Strongbow and my lifemate and WindStorm and everybody to make sure we're okay. Don't worry! I'll make her sleep if she gets wild or something. ** to Slate. Exile pushes aside the leather flap and crawls out. Exile has left. Silvermoon ducks into the den, the leather flapping back down. Silvermoon has arrived. Silvermoon sends openly ** Um... Slate wanted me to tell you that he had to go do something. ** Silvermoon sends openly ** He'll be back as soon as he can. ** Silvermoon smiles briefly, and leaves Silvermoon pushes aside the leather flap and crawls out. Silvermoon has left. Ynderra, sitting crouched by the stricken one, her hands glowing slightly, gives a faint nod. ** ** [And with that, we end the log.]