"Visiting the Gathered Festival" Log Date: 6/7/99 Log Cast: Redtide, Trollkiller, Silverthorn, Dreamberry, Raven, Seasong, Rillwhisper, Wayfound (emitted by Rillwhisper), StreamWind, Shadelight, Wildfoot, ThroatRipper, Gentlerock, Windchaser, Stormdrift, FireFlower Log Intro: Most of the time the Willowholt elves are content to live out their quiet existences in the safety of their Holt -- but every so often they will bestir themselves to go and visit other tribes. Because she has a cubling again, and a particularly curious one at that, Rillwhisper readily accepts the invitation that comes via a scout of the Gathered Tribe to journey to their upcoming festival. And although several of the more reclusive members of the tribe stay at the Holt to guard it, many more do accompany their chieftess, including her sage little daughter Wayfound, whose inadvertant consumption of a bad berry gets her a trifle ill and leads into her mother having a bit of a delay in properly greeting their hosts.... ---------- You head into the clearing before the holt tree. Holt Clearing--Gathered Valley Holt Nestled between several mountains, this lush valley is rich with greenery and the sounds of birds and other small creatures. The grasses that grow here are soft and multicolored: some green and some gold. There are numerous trees here, most of them small but sturdy. One large tree looms here--easily large enough to house many elves. The age of this ancient tree is evident from it's height and width. To the west are the tallest of the mountains in this range; the sound of faintly falling water can be heard from that direction. From the east the sound of running water can be clearly heard; there is also a forest visable in that direction. The area in front of the main tree here has been cleared and several logs and boulders have been pulled up for seating. A fire ring has been laid out to provide warmth on cold nights. <<+view dens here to see homes here>> Contents: Gentlerock Trollkiller(#3442PVc$g) Throatripper Seasong Wildfoot(#9915PJceg) Raven(#6358PJUXcegy) Silverthorn(#6814PJUcel$g) Redtide Dreamberry Shadelight Windracer Skyflame Wolf Fleetwind Lightpaw Obvious exits: Holt Tree East West Tent Clearing Redtide nods and smiles, giving Silverthorn a hug. ** Safe waves hm? ** He heads towards the berrygrove. Trollkiller beams over at Rillwhisper, bouncing a cub over his shoulders. ** Hi hi hi! ** Redtide heads to the east, towards the river. Redtide has left. Silverthorn smiles as the dancing stops and sits back down on the log. Dreamberry sends and says loudly, **WEEEE!** he is in heaven now... two people tossing him about. He looks to his friend, **girly too!** he sends motioning towards skyflame. Trollkiller sends, ** What, you want me to pick her up too? ** Raven grins and Silverthorn and follows Redtide. Raven heads to the east, towards the river. Raven has left. Seasong smiles a bit at the fun the pip is having, and pushes to her feet. Dreamberry nods at throatripper, **yuppies..** Bearing a cub in her own arms as well, Rillwhisper, chieftess of the Willowholt, strides into the clearing from the place where the throng of elves visiting this Holt have made their camps. The little one in her arms looks a bit pale and drawn, but still, Wayfound peers intently at her surroundings even as she slumps against her mother. Trollkiller's enthusiastic greeting coaxes a lopsided smile from this newcomer, as she surveys the area, green eyes considering. StreamWind crawls out of one of the root dens. StreamWind has arrived. Shadelight still quietly watches the area. Trollkiller hops over to Skyflame, and thinks he can manage both as long as he keeps moving. He scoops her up in one arm, plopping her onto his other shoulder, and hophophops around some more. Seasong begins picking her way quietly across the clearing, weaving her way back towards the campsites. Trollkiller hops over to Rillwhisper. ** Is she feeling any better? ** Wildfoot curls up on her favorite rock, watching the influx of new people without comment. She watches the cubs being tossed into the air with an almost disapproving frown, though whether it's for the furred elves or their small charges, none can say. Dreamberry sends to trollkiller and Throatripper, **nope, him..** he sends motioning throatripper. **so she can be tall too!** Throatripper wanders back towards Wildfoot now that the cub is with Trollkiller. Trollkiller bounce bounce bounce. "I feel hot, Fur-father," is Wayfound's weak but quite audible reply. Apparently, even when running a temperature, the child of the Wolfbringer of the Willowholt has the habit of speaking for herself. Rillwhisper smiles a bit more, though her face is still mostly solemn. "You heard her," she murmurs to her lifemate, before raising her voice to address the clearing, "Rillwhisper of the Willowholt bids you all greeting; could you tell me if there's a healer here?" Skyflame moves back against the wolf a little more. Lots of people here. She watches Dreamberry with wide eyes of curiousity and laughter comes from her. After being picked up by Trollkiller though her laughter dies out quickly and she gets a frightened look about her. She grips onto Trollkillers hair tightly as if she's scared and sends ** Rush > ** StreamWind finally crawls out of the den, he /has/ been watching his cub, really he has. At the askance of a healer, he looks at Shadelight first. "Ayooah.. " Shadelight glances at Streamwind at the mention of a healer, and keeps quiet. Wildfoot points a finger smugly at Shadelight. "There you go!" Her smirk is almost gleeful as she sells him out. Seasong heads towards the tent clearing. Seasong has left. Dreamberry sends to skyflame. StreamWind just gives Shadelight another look, looks over at his cub, then smiles widely towards Rillwhisper. He steps forward, holding his hand out, "My eyes sees with joy, Chieftess Rillwhisper. Is someone in your tribe hurt? I can help, I hope." He waves at the Chieftess' cub. Silverthorn stretches and gets up. ** I think I am going to get some sleep. Shade and sweetwater to all** Trollkiller nuzzles Skyflame, sending, ** It's okay, you're safe, it's okay... ** and leans over to put her back down. Two is a bit much for pad-legs anyway. Silverthorn heads towards the tent clearing. Silverthorn has left. Wildfoot's indication of Shadelight is noted by the Willowholt chieftess, but StreamWind pre-empts it; as that elf approaches her, Rillwhisper turns leaf-colored eyes upon him, smiling a bit more. "And mine, StreamWind; I thought perhaps we'd see you here. I'd have come out to greet this Holt before, but my cub is running a fever." "I ate a bad berry on the way here," puts in Wayfound feebly, her small brow wrinkled in consternation and self-directed annoyance. Though weak, her words are quite clear. "I shall have to remember that purple berries outside our Holt are sometimes not the same as purple berries _in_ the Holt..." Trollkiller puts Dreamberry down too, as the healer looks to attend to Wayfound. ** I'll play with you more later, cub, if you like. ** Skyflame looks over at Dreamberry with a worried look still. It's not getting hurt she's wooried about. Seeing that Rush isn't too worried she trys to relax, the wolfie won't let her go again, right? Wildfoot shrugs at Throatripper's sending, commenting dryly. "It's just odd to see so many of the small ones running around." Dreamberry nods towards trollkiller, **yes play!** he sends. Then going towards skyflame he wobbles. A smile showing on his face. Throatripper nods to Wildfoot, "Me not used to having cubs. They not break easy though right?" StreamWind nods quickly and moves around to check on Wayfound, giving a gentle smile. "Ayooah, remember me cub?" He speaks soothingly as he puts a hand to Wayfound's head first. "You should meet my cub, his name is Dreamberry." Trollkiller ahs to himself. Well, now he knows whose cub he carried first. Wildfoot shrugs again, her eyes on the cublings and strange chieftess in the area. "I don't know if they break easy or not. I never saw one before I came to the holt." She seems absorbed in her own thoughts again. Skyflame smiles again at Dreamberry and is happier on the ground again, as Rush comes up behind her. She gets a slight confused look at a send though. Dreamberry hearing his father, **daddy!**. Gentlerock walks over and climbs up on a small boulder where he watches the proceedings quietly. Throatripper thinks over Wildfoots comment then looks over to StreamWind, ** Cub not break easy right? Me not want hurt Dreamberry on accident ** He sends towards him. Trollkiller looks over at Gentlerock, squints a bit, and silently goes "oh!" to himself, recognising the elf. Propped up in her mother's strong arms, Wayfound lifts her gaze up to consider StreamWind, who she greets straightforwardly, "Shade and sweet water, StreamWind; I do remember you. I have a fever but it does not seem to be affecting my memory. Thank you for asking. I did not know, however, that you are a healer or that you had a cub..." "Wayfound," murmurs Rillwhisper dryly, "let him have a look at you, will you?" The Willowholt chieftess's daughter stops herself, mouthing 'oh', and then falls silent. Her brow, under the healer's touch, might be noted to be rather warmer than an elf child's should be, though not too worryingly so; the fever is indeed mild, probably just enough to sap the little one's strength, and to add a flush to her face. Gentlerock looks up at a send. Dreamberry goes to his father, knowing he will want to be picked up. He sends to skyflame **come** he looks at his father and continues towards his father. His eyes showing he has had a VERY productive day. Wildfoot gives Gentlerock a scrutinizing glance for a moment, as if puzzling over his coloration, then shakes her head. Almost immediately she doubles over in pain and clutches at her head again. StreamWind chuckles a bit at the serious conversation from Wayfound, but nods. He motions towards a log. "Come and sit, this should be fixed in no time at all." At the send from Throatripper, he looks over and shakes his head. "A sturdy cub like Dreamberry will not break, and he likes you." He smiles and sits down, glancing at his cub he starts laughing. "Cubling, your mother will have my hide!" Quickly he scoops the cub up and places him in his lap, then reaches over to place a hand on Wayfound's stomach if allowed. Trollkiller looks back and forth between Streamwind and Wildfoot, not understanding _at all_ what's going on with that. Dreamberry looks down for a moment, trying to figure out why she will have his hide.. not remember bout the berries, he couldn't. They knocked him out like a lightbulb. Throatripper smiles as StreamWind tells him it's alright. Then he turns as Wildfoot doubles over nad asks if she needs help. Wildfoot clutches at her head again, her features pinched. She walks slowly for the father tree, her eyes slitted. "I think i'm done for the evening." Her voice is slightly ragged and she shrugs off any offers of help. Rillwhisper glances sidelong in Wildfoot's direction, lifting dark golden eyebrows, but whatever plight might be affecting that elf shows throat to her daughter's state for the time being. The chieftess nods briskly to StreamWind, moving to the log he's pointed out, and settles herself lithely down with the pale-haired, ambergreen-eyed cub in her lap. Wayfound stares up at the healer with a regard every bit as level and alert as her mother's, and submits to having her belly touched; evidently, she's familiar with the talents of healers. Skyflame looks hesitant, but then again, he's just a cub. She galnces at Rush beggin the wolfie to follow. And then she heads over to where Dreamberry is. She moves as if she's a little nervous though, maybe even shy. WindChaser steps into the clearing from the east. WindChaser has arrived. Wildfoot climbs up the branches of the holt tree. Wildfoot has left. Dreamberry smiles as skyflame aproaches, **red** he sends to her and his father. Throatripper trots off after Wildfoot to make sure she's alright. Throatripper heads towards the tent clearing. Throatripper has left. StreamWind's hands slowly takes on a faintly golden glow, his eyelids slipping down some. The magic tingle seem to just surge around him, as he works his fairly new-found healing magics on Wayfound. His touch is warm and soothing, finding the poison which runs through Wayfound to heal it better. Skyflame is puzzled at why this cub keeps saying 'red.' She gives him and confused look and turns to make sure Rush is close by her, and of course he is. She is by Streamwind and Dreamberry, being a little nervous/shy. Trollkiller looks on at Streamwind's, um, healing, while trying not to be distracted by Streamwind too much. His eyes flicker off towards Gentlerock for a moment, flashing, a wistful look on his face for just a moment. Dreamberry looks to what his father is doing, intreagued by it. He tries to imitate, his eyes closing slightly as he tries and tries to get them to glow. WindChaser steps into the clearing, looking for her daughter most likely. She spots the red of Skyflame's hair quite easily, heading over to her daughter. She only arches a brow at Streamwind, wondering what she has walked into. As StreamWind's hands begin to glow, casting a gentle illumination over her cubling, the Willowholt chieftess seems to relax ever so subtly. Wayfound, in the meantime, exhales audibly, tension draining out of her small features as the magic enters and cleanses her blood. "That feels very good," the child can be heard to murmur absently. "Like Blythe and Silversong, but not quite the same..." Skyflame gets a scent of her mommy as she gets closer. She looks up at the welcoming sight and her face gets bright. "Mommie!" She holds her hands up to be picked up by that favorite elf of hers. Dreamberry opens one of his eyes, just a bit, to see if his fingers are glowing. Notting that they infact are not, he tries to concentrate even further. Knowing something has to happen. If daddy can do it, he sure as well can. Well that's his logic anyhow, as he tries and tries to get his hands to glow. Wondering at what he is doing wrong. StreamWind is sure to do a good job, slowly and thouroughly. Finally, he finds himself finished and the glow fades out as he opens his eyes more to look at the cub. He smiles faintly, leaning back to tuck Dreamberry better on his lap. "There, that should do it." He leans his chin ontop of Dreamberry's head and places his hands under his, letting some of the magic flow forth again to have his cubs hands lit up for a very brief moment. "Good lad, momma would be proud of you." WindChaser picks up her daughter, giving her a quick hug, **Hello little one.** With her daughter in her arms she now has time to regard the others in the clearing, **Heyla all.** Dreamberry smiles with pride, at having done the little bit of glow. His eyes open wide, and he nods his approval. **yup, me healer too.** he says with pride. Wayfound sighs in palpable relief, and looks up at StreamWind with a much more amiable regard now, though she doesn't quite smile. ** Thank you very much, ** she sends, firm and clear and bright, sitting up a bit in her mother's lap and rubbing a small hand across her eyes. She then adds, peering at Dreamberry, "Really? You're very small. Can someone have magic when they are so small?" Rillwhisper stifles a small throaty chuckle, and says over Wayfound's disheveled pale head to StreamWind, "As my cub said -- thank you. You weren't a healer when you visited my Holt, were you?" She arches her brows again, gaze reflecting interest. StreamWind Long bangs of sandyblonde hair curls over the young adult's forhead and eyes. Eyes which seem like the color of sapphires, a distant look to them. Reaching way past his shoulders, he hasn't made an attempt to keep the locks confined into any tails or braids, allowing it to flow down his back instead. A small pert nose is set between high cheekbones, his lips and chin hold the cut of one who is used to smiling, dimples showing if he does so. His chin is soft, yet hold a stubborn set to them. He carries himself with an aura of true wolfblood, graceful and feral. His leathers seem to have seen better days, the knees of his leggings worn so thing one can see his knee-caps clearly through. A vest hangs about his slim upper body, it looks like to have been thrown together by several pieces of leather scraps, strings dangling about. He carries a bow over his shoulder and a dagger is set by his left boot. Boots which are too worn, the greens of them slowly fading to give way to a tanned color. Carrying: Stream's travel tent(#9156Je) Dreamberry The cub is just a turn old, but by the High One's he's a big one. He is about the size of a cub which is way past a turn, closing on two. Not exactly chubby, but very robust he is. His hair is fluffy golden blonde, an uncontroleable mop ontop of his head, framing a heartshaped and typical cub face. Startling clear blue eyes twinkle merrily in his face, big and curious as any cub his age. This cub easily laughs and smiles, beaming like the daystar up high and he seem extremely content with how the world is. Cold seasons has the cub wearing a thick bodysuit, a leather armband is fastened to his left arm, right by the bicep. It holds the patterns of winds rushing through flowers sewed in with colorful beads. Skyflame wraps ehr little arms around her mother's neck and licks Wind's face happily. She's more relaxed now that mommy's here. Mom won't let no one take her away. ** <> ** she sends. Dreamberry thinks on what wayfound says, still not knowing what she means by magic but nods. **yup, me heal** he says with a wide and toothy grin. He smiles adding, **me make wolves and elves dissapear too, by closing my eyes.** he sends chuckling at how he did it this afternoon. StreamWind smiles and nuzzles the back of Dreamberry's head, then bounces him lightly. He nods to Wayfound, his eyes shinig up in mirth at how serious the cub is. "It was my pleasure, to help." He shakes his head at Rillwhisper's question, smiling faintly again. "No, it didnt show until after Dreamberry was born. When a cave collapsed on WindChaser's mate" He motions towards WindChaser, smiling in greeting now. Trollkiller hops over and nuzzles Wayfound. ** Better now, then? ** WindChaser kisses her daughter on the forehead, chuckling softly at Dreamberry. She grins over at Streamwind, **Ah yes, and I think the rocks ended up more hurt then his head ** "Well, congratulations, then," the chieftess of the Willowholt tells StreamWind, while shifting her attention to take in WindChaser at the same time. "A tribe can always use a healer." As Wayfound slips out of her mother's lap, experimentally attempting to stand and test her own equilibrium, the cub is intercepted by her fur-father, and she promptly turns to nuzzle Trollkiller's enormous fuzzy chest. "The heat in my head is gone now, Fur-father," she reports earnestly, "but I think I will have to eat something and then take a long nap, because I feel weak in my knees." Dreamberry looks about, noting that red is talking to her mom. He smiles at red, and then looks back at the one that was healed. Smiling, he sends, **rest good, eat berries better!** he says, in a serious tone. Skyflame places her head done on her mother's shoulder. She's really happy to be home and missed mommy much. She then pops her head beack up and shows Winds her bracelet. "Look." she tugs at it with a smile. StreamWind chuckles at WindChaser's words, nodding. "He is a stubborn one, the Elder." He leans back on the log, a little voulnderable perhaps, now after the healing. His ears flush a bit at Dreamberries words, "No more berries for you cub. Not for a good long while." WindChaser grins at Stream, **There is no need to tell me about that.** She then turns her attention on her daughter, beaming at the little girl, **Oh how pretty... Where did you get it?** Dreamberry looks up at his father, and taps his pocket one more time. A evil smile playing about his mouth. **yup.. not for a time** he chuckles. He looks at red, and the bracelet, a sad look appearing on his face briefly but he quickly lets it go. Rillwhisper's eyebrows go up again. "This is, I take it, why the cub has the name he does?" she inquires drolly of StreamWind, while studying little Dreamberry with an amused and somewhat tired interest. She looks a bit ragged around the edges herself; perhaps the chieftess has lost sleep looking after Wayfound. Skyflame smiles and sends her mommy a picture of the elf. ** <> ** she also tells his name at the same time. "Lub" her grins gets one of those of a little girl that finds a friend looks. StreamWind hrms and picks berries stashed away in Dreamberry's clothing, squished and all. He scoots the cub off his lap and lets him stand between his legs, going about brushing the big cub off a bit as he shakes his head. "Ah.. no. He got the name.. by the way he was.. uh.. made" He grins a little, then finally notes the Chieftess there is a bit frazzled. "I think not only your cub needs food, water and rest, but you do too." He arches a brow towards Rillwhisper. Gentlerock shudders at a send. WindChaser chuckles, **Ah little Love. So you and Love were playing today?** Dreamberry looks sad, cause his daddie took his berries, and after he stashed them away good. Notting to himself to find a better way of stashing them. He looks towards his daddy, as if he didn't do a thing wrong. **berries good, but tummy hurt.** he looks confused about these facts like they shouldn't mix, he then turns his attention to skyflame **I Friend too red?** he says, looking at her. Skyflame shakes her head. "'untin' for ravvits." she says proudly. "jus' like dada. found one this big." she holds her arms out to much to nake a HuGE ravvit. She looks over at Dreamberry as she hears him. She grins at him with a smile. Let's see your a cub and so am I...of course. She nods to Dreamberry. "I Fame. uh-huh, you frien'." It's the big elfs that make her nervous when mommie isnt around. Wayfound looks up and informs StreamWind soberly, "Mother stayed up all morning because I was not sleeping very well when we made camp. I am sorry that we were not able to come out and say hello to your tribe before." And she adds, glancing to her mother, "I am sorry that I kept you awake, Mother!" Rillwhisper chuckles, very softly. "It's all right, kit." The amused, tired gaze of the chieftess then moves from her cub to the healer, and she goes on, "I'm fine, but thank you." Stormdrift steps into the clearing from the east. Stormdrift has arrived. WindChaser smiles at her daughter and gives her a quick hug, **And did you catch the ravvit you found?** Trollkiller fuzzles, eventually satisfied, at Wayfound. ** Well, that's better then. You nap. ** StreamWind seem to have almost expected that answer and goes to crawl into the den, "Stay put Dreamberry" he says over his shoulder, then disappears for a moment. Returning, he holds a pack of meats and a waterskin, which he offers towards Rillwhisper. "Here, since you put me and Journey up and all.. its only right we do same for you." Dreamberry smiles at Skyflame, his little chest juts out, everyone being his friend. That's what he likes, no enemies.. except that one lady who held him like a ... a rag doll, not a nice thing.. not at all the thinks to himself. "Me friend to everyone." he says blutting out, and sends to trollkiller, ** you special friend, make me big!** he sends and half says. Looking at his dad who dissapears briefly he quirks his head slightly, **stay? me, stay put.. ** There's not much sound which reveals the approach of Stormdrift, but Rush, his wolf is very aware of her bond. She whuffs, from where she has gone to rest now that WindChaser is here to see the cub. Stormdrift's form appears between the trees and he nods in greeting as he steps into the clearing. "Heyla." Trollkiller giggles, looking over at Dreamberry, and smiling. WindChaser turns and smiles at Stormdrift, carrying Skyflame over to her papa bear. She gives her mate a hug and a quick kiss, **Heyla love. It seems our daughter has had a busy day.** Wayfound leans against Trollkiller, since he's right there and handy. Wolf-like, she yawns mightily, and then sleepily remarks, "But I want to see the new Holt and talk to the elves I haven't met yet." If one didn't know better, one might actually think she's made a vaguely cub-like comment there. Rillwhisper, in the meantime, blinks a bit at StreamWind's largesse, but inclines her head in weary, gracious acceptance. "My thanks," she tells him, and as she gratefully takes the profferred meat and water, going for the later first, she sends while she drinks, ** So. I'll assume there's a chief in the Gathered Tribe? I should offer my greetings. ** Skyflame shakes her head to her mommy and her face falls a little. "No..." she seems a little upset about it. Seeing her dada, she smiles to him and licks his face at the time mommie kisses him, but stays with mommie unless she gets handed off to her daddy. Trollkiller plops down onto the ground, and pets Wayfound, running fingers through her headfur. StreamWind again leans against the log, nodding to Rillwhisper with a smile. "Chieftess Solace is.. occupied I think." He nudges Dreamberry, before tugging the cub into his lap for a good tickle. "Stomach hurt you say? I should leave you with it cub, you shouldnt eat so many berries." Dreamberry giggles, and looks a bit hurt, as the tickling does bother his tummy so. **Me fine..** he says, trying to hide the fact that the tickling is making him close to getting sick. But he being stuborn isn't gonna show that side of things. **Me wanna go play** he says looking at Trollkiller as if tempting him to play with him. Stormdrift chuckles at the lickings from his cub, nuzzling her in return. "Oh really now" he brumbles, slipping an arm about WindChaser's waist. "I see we have more and more guests, a fine festival this is turning out to be." He nods to StreamWind's words and grins in his beard, "The Chieftess is indeed occupied somewhere in the dreamberry grove. I do welcome you though, on her behalf." He directs this to Rillwhisper, who raised the question. "I am Stormdrift, tribe Elder." Occupied. Around the Willowholt, this tends to mean one of two things. And, curious cub that Wayfound is, it seems only natural to her to inquire from her fur-father's embrace, "Does that mean Chieftess Solace is joining with someone, or that she's having mushrooms?" Wayfound's query promptly makes her mother choke on a swallow of water. Coughing vigorously, Rill leans forward for a moment to try to catch her breath, not quite sure whether to burst into laughter or chide her daughter. Stormdrift, however, distracts her, and she looks up at the newcomer to send -- for she doesn't want to croak -- ** Shade; I am Rillwhisper, Chieftess of the Willowholt. ** Stormdrift Your eyes fall upon an Elder, the beard easily giving off his status. A pair of wolfishly slanted eyes looks back at you, feral golden in color. His hair is short trimmed, brown curls playing around with his finely pointed ears. His beard only enhances the elf's features, a full beard that forms perfectly about his jaw and chin. His eyes are open and carry a hint of blunt honesty to them, full lips set under a firm nose seem to have the ability to smile easily. A row of strong white teeth can be seen when he smiles jovially, or when he bares them in a wolfish snarl. He is not of the muscular type, his body lean and strong with sinewy muscles clearly marked. His choice of clothing leans towards the turns of knowledge in camouflaging in the forest. A skillfully made long sleeved tunic fits about his upper body, forest green in color. Leather lacing around the neckline form down to a V, revealing a simple amulet depicting a wolf head. Stitched in along the V is a zigzag pattern of black beads and feathers, gray and black alternating. A pair of black dyed leather breeches hug his sinewy thighs like a second layer of skin, lacing up on the outside of his legs to his slim hips. Soft black leather boots end just below his knees, lined with same zigzag pattern with beads and a row about with alternating black and gray feathers. All in all, the outfit seems to hug and enhance the elf's physical appearance. A bone carved dagger, hilt decorated with black rocks is tied to his ankle. He usually carries a longbow, a quiver dangling from his left hip. Trollkiller looks at Rillwhisper. ** It's a perfectly reasonable question. ** StreamWind nods and lets Dreamberry go, if he wants to be healed he will let him know. He picks up Wayfound's comment and laughs out loud, "Oh very good! More like, she is doing that and eating berries." He laughs some more and shakes his head. Gentlerock smiles over at the Willowholt chieftess. ** Heyla, Rillwhisper. 'Member me? ** Dreamberry looks at the cub, his eyes currious about mushrooms and joining, **what she joining? and no mushrooms where she is.. I know I checked.** he says, in a full sentence, which is very strange for him. WindChaser smiles to her mate, tugging him over to sit down, since he makes such a nice backrest and all. At Wayfound's comment she chuckles, trying not to laugh harder. She gives Stream a grin as he answers the child, ah everyone knows the chieftess well it seems. "Welcome, to Gathered Holt." Stormdrift says this as he is quite undignefiedly being pulled along with his mate. But of course he doesnt mind, smiling all the while as he sits down to become backrest. He laughs softly at the cub's comment, nodding his head. "It seems, our Chieftess' habits are already known further out than we expected. I do hope you had a good travel, Chieftess Rillwhisper." Ah, all right, dreamberries _and_ joining. Wayfound isn't inclined to smiling, but she now looks upon Stormdrift with apparent high favor, as well as StreamWind. "Thank you," she pipes somberly. "At Willowholt, the word means much the same thing most of the time, so I felt it would only be appropriate to ask, so that we don't make a wrong guess about where the chieftess is." Rillwhisper, for her part, does finally start to chuckle, but softly, her lean frame twitching with the force of her laughter. She catches Trollkiller's eye and manages to send her assent to his observation, her own eyes starting to twinkle. To Gentlerock, then, she finally glances; she manages to send him a greeting and warm confirmation of her memory of him. It takes her a few moments, though, before she collects herself enough to rasp out to Stormdrift, "The ride was well enough; your scout was very thorough guiding us here. Wayfound picked up a bad berry along the way, though." Skyflame stays put and is happy. Good to be home with mom and dad. She slances over at Dreamberry and watches him from the spot in her mother's lap. StreamWind looks to his cub and grins, "Cubling, your mother would most definitely have my rump if you started other activites at this age. So stick to... berries" He chuckles, knowing full well his mate would have his rump for that as well. Dreamberry looks very confused about the issue with mushrooms and joining but shrugs it off, not knowing what they are intirely talking about, but knowing adults full well he just looks for something that can amuse him, he spots skyflame and sends **find mushrooms red? hungry, berries upset tummy.** he says. Guininely interested in some mushrooms, and trying to leave the adult conversation alone. But makes a mental note, to take dreamberries over joining and mushrooms. WindChaser leans back against her mate, resting her head on his shoulder. She arranges her daughter in her lap, hugging the child. She doesn't seem to want to take her eyes off the little girl, but then who can blame her really. Stormdrift gives another grin in his beard and nods to the very adult cub, his eyes dancing with mirth. "You are very welcome cubling. Good sense in you, guesses and assumption seem to be the worse invisble enemy." He does arch an eyebrow at Rillwhisper's mini-tale there though, about the berry. "Ah, I assume StreamWind was out with his hands again then? The lad is quite gifted." Unconsiously, he has to have a hand on his cub as well, tossling her hair idly. Trollkiller skitches Wayfound more, idly. ** Pretty, too. ** WindChaser nods to Stormdrift, **Yes Stream is, he was able to fix the dents in your hard head beloved ** StreamWind smiles over at the Elder, just nodding his head. He's been thanked more then enough, and he has extended his thanks that way too. Stormdrift shakes his head, giving his mate a bit of a smile. "I do believe my hard head was a blessing that day, beloved." Rillwhisper passes the waterskin over to Trollkiller and Wayfound, advising the cub, ** Here, kit, put some of this in you. ** In the meantime, as she eats the meat that StreamWind has provided her, chewing and swallowing with frugal tidiness, she sends kindly to Stormdrift, ** He's set my daughter to rights, aye. I'd hoped there was a healer here; ours haven't come with us. They're back guarding the Holt with some of the rest of our tribe. ** Wayfound, in the meantime, accepts the skin from her mother, though she finds its size a little awkward. She might talk and send like a grownup, but still, this _is_ a cub, and she's still rather small. "Thank you, Mother," she pipes to the Willowholt chieftess, and to Stormdrift, she appends gravely, "Thank you too, Elder Stormdrift. I try to practice good sense at all times." Skyflame looks over to Dreamberry leaning back against her mother. "Red mushrooms?" she is confused with this red thing the other cub keeps saying. Dreamberry looks at skyflame, as if not understanding. **You Red, mushrooms we eat.** he clearifies for her. His tummy begins to grumble, as he tries to hide his embarrasement. "We go hunt for mushrooms!" he adds. WindChaser nods to her mate, placing a kiss on his cheek, **Aye it was.... And it has been a blessing at other times too beloved... Otherwise Shay'la might have made herself into a wall.** FireFlower crawls out of one of the root dens. FireFlower has arrived. StreamWind nudges his cub with a foot, "You know what I say about this cubling. No eating things not given by me or your mother." Trollkiller looks down at Wayfound, who seems to be struggling to stay awake and drink water at the same time. ** Hm. ** Dreamberry looks dissapointed by this remark, as his father nicks his idea. He shrugs, and walks or wobbles more like it, still not to good footing, but that will change in time he makes a mental note to get better legs. He looks about and sits down by a nearby stump, his tummy grumbling, he being too stuborn to say he wants food. No, he wants to hunt for it. Even if hunting is a forien word to him it doesn't make it less apealing. Stormdrift nods towards Wayfound, approaching her with adult sense with a bit of cub-thing mixed in. "Aye cub, its a good way of thinking that is." He chuckles at WindChaser and nods again, "That she might be, but she's not and this is good." Skyflame shrugs to Dreamberry. and then corrects him. "i not Red. I Fame." It doesn't take long for Rillwhisper to make it through the meat she's been given, and once she's polished it off, licking the last few bits from her callused fingertips, she flicks a green glance at her younger lifemate and the cub in his arms. ** That one needs a nap, ** she remarks succintly. And Wayfound yawns, managing to drop the waterskin out of her mouth. She squints down at it in consternation. "It appears" -- and she yawns again, mightily -- "that I _am_ sleepy..." Dreamberry looks confusedly over at skyflame, not getting the idea. **Fame? .. oh, I call you red. Cause like the thing up their, your hair is red." he says smiling, at the line, pleased that he made sence atleast to himself. Trollkiller nods. ** Yes. She does. C'mon, cub... ** And, gently but quickly, he picks up Wayfound, and carries her up onto his chest and shoulder. ** I'm ** ** Wouldn't be bad for me, either. ** You locksend ** Beloved, do you want to carry her back to our camp? She needs sleep before she needs food, I think. ** to Trollkiller. FireFlower comes out of the den she shares with StreamWind, rubbing sleep from her eyes as she does. A smile is settled firmly about her lips when she sees at the two closest members of her family here. ** Heyla. ** She sends. Skyflame shakes her head. "I not Red. Name is Fame. Skyfame." She not like the name red. StreamWind smiles and sits up, pride in his eyes at his own cub there. "Sweet visions, Wayfound, Trollkiller." He flashes a brilliant smile towards Fifo, "Did you hear him?" he says, pointing to Dreamberry. Dreamberry looks dissapointed by this, but says, "Fame".. he mulls over this, trying to grasp what meaning it has, but shurgs. Wayfound, hoisted up by her fur-sire, wraps her small limbs about his bulky, furry frame. But she also peers at the waterskin and then holds it out to her mother, as she sends absently, ** Here, mother. Thank you for the water, and thank you for bringing it, StreamWind. Thank you for healing me. I want to look at the Holt when I wake up... ** Her mental voice, however, trails off. And although, aye, she might comport herself like a grownup, this _is_ a cub. And she drops right into slumber as fast as any exhausted cub. Chuckling, Rillwhisper rises to take the waterskin, and leans over for a moment to nuzzle Trollkiller's unoccupied side. "I'll not be long after you, beloved," she murmurs to him. Trollkiller nuzzles Rillwhisper, hand to breast, and sends a quiet acknowlegement before trundling off. Trollkiller heads towards the tent clearing. Trollkiller has left. StreamWind smiles to Wayfound, then goes to scoop Dreamberry up. "Come on cubling, you should be sleeping too now." Rillwhisper turns, then, to offer the waterskin back to StreamWind. "I needed that," she says, gruff but not at all unkind. "Again, my thanks." Dreamberry looks at his dad and nods, *sleep good, dreamberries not..* he chuckles. FireFlower shakes her head to the quiestion Streamwind asked her way back long ago. ** No I didn't. ** She goes to her family and peers at Streamwind with what Dreamberry says. Gentlerock locksends ** My eyes see you with joy. How have you been since we last met? ** StreamWind gives FireFlower an innocent look, "I did not give him berries, really. Here, you take him. He might become sick and I'd rather he learn the hard way before he figures out his Sire can take the tummy ache away." Handing over the cub, he takes the skin from Rillwhisper with a nod. He is familiar with the Chieftess and just smiles, hadnt it been for her he'd probably not be here with his cub right now. Stormdrift looks down at Skyflame, tapping her nose lightly. "Is Skyflame tired too hm?" Dreamberry nods off in his mothers arms, a small smile playing on his lips. The last words uttered being, *Bush dead* Rillwhisper nods her chief-locked head to StreamWind, and turns then to incline it again in greeting to FireFlower, saying amiably, "Shade and sweet water." Her gaze flicks around them, however, to the figure of Gentlerock, including him in her surveying of her surroundings. FireFlower just sighs when she takes over the berry juice covered cub, wrapping her arms around him and shaking her head at him. "Your going to be just like your daddy when you get older." The smile that drifts over her lips showing that that might not be such a bad thing. She carries the big little boy down into the den. Skyflame looks up at her dada and shakes her head, "No tired." A bright smile comes from her and she turns to look up at Daddy and snuggle into mommy more. WindChaser hugs her little one, **I am beginning to think you are never tired cubling.** You locksend ** And my eyes see you with joy as well; how long as it been since we did meet? I don't think I've seen you since long before I went on my walkabout. ** to Gentlerock. StreamWind smiles, sitting back down. "That was my Recognized mate, FireFlower" he informs Rillwhisper, motioning after her and the cub. "You never are cubling, you never are." Stormdrift chuckles at the cub and his mate, "She takes that after you, beloved." WindChaser chuckles and nudges Storm in the ribs with an elbow, **And just what are you saying about me beloved? ** Rillwhisper nods to StreamWind, even as she turns her head slightly to take in everything in sight, in a slow sweep of the area; her nostrils flare ever so slightly, to take in the scents of this strange place as well. Alert as any she-wolf, this chieftess, a lean lupine huntress. "I'll do my best to get you all straight if we're here long enough," she says with a small crooked grin. "It's quite the throng you've got visiting." FireFlower comes out of the den finally to go over to StreamWind laughing a little ruefullly. She does however look up at Rillwhipser. ** Heyla. I'm sorry I did not anser you earlier but that cub gets heavier by the day. ** Skyflame smiles watching her parents talk again and tease again. She looks up at her daddy, "Go 'untin' dada." she suggests to him. "fin' ravvit." She still wants her ravvit that keeps getting away. Gentlerock locksends ** Aye, it has been a few hands of turns, hasn't it. Wayfound is a beautiful cubling. ** Stormdrift grins, eyes sparkling up in humor. "Just wonderful things, WindChaser. Just wonderful things." He nods towards Rillwhisper, "Aye, quite a gathering. Go-backs and seaelves, even some plainsrunners and Underworlders here too." It's a mother's sympathy in Rillwhisper's eyes, as she nods readily to FireFlower. "Not a problem," comes her ready reply. StreamWind grins and shakes his head, "By the day? He was big before he saw the moons and daystars and you know it." You locksend to Gentlerock, Rillwhisper might be paying her primary attention to the other elves and their cubs, but she is most assuredly aware of you, and her mental contact relays this. ** My thanks. She's a cub and a half. ** WindChaser chuckles at her mate, **Uh huh.** She then grins down at her daughter, ** Oh I am sure papa bear can help you catch that ravvit** FireFlower laughs warmly, her smile still showing to Rillwhisper then back to StreamWind. ** And you know, I havn't the slightest where he got that from. ** Both mother and father being a small compared to their cub. "Of course cub, we will hunt ravvits soon hm?" Stormdrift is obviously wrapped around this little one's finger, as his now adult daughter did before her as well. You sense in a locksend, Gentlerock smiles and nods. ** How is No-fur? And that other youngish one. I can't quite remember his name. ** Skyflame nods and tries to get up to go look for that ravvit. He said hunt soon. This is soon, right? Of course, she has her daddy wrapped around her little finger. What do you expect? Stormdrift turns his head a bit, eyes getting a slightly distant look to them as he receives a send and replies, smiling. Rillwhisper grins to FireFlower, nodding. You locksend ** Most of the Holt is youngish, compared to me, cousin. But my son, as well as the tribe in general, are all fairly well; thank you. I hope the same is true for you and yours? ** to Gentlerock. FireFlower locksends ** Your name is familiar. Do you know my mate? <> ** StreamWind looks back and forth, then moves towards his den. "I think I will join my berry-filled cubling into slumber. In case he does get too sick, I better be there." He smiles and nods to his tribesmates, then directes a smile at Rillwhisper. "We will talk again, Chieftess. I am glad to see you here, I hope you will enjoy your stay." FireFlower follows StreamWind, almost in that way she did not so long ago when she was afraid toleave his side. She flits a send behind her though. ** He has a good idea. ** Stormdrift chuckles at Skyflame, ruffling her hair. He is too comfortable behind WindChaser to go hunting right this moment, and she is a bit young. By a day or so. "Soon cub, not just yet. We have guests you know." Rillwhisper inclines her head to StreamWind, turning to include everyone else in that nod as well. She smiles momentarily in FireFlower's direction, and then excuses herself with, "The healer's right; I could use a nap, like my daughter. I'm going to join her. If your chieftess rises before I do, please tell her I'll be looking for her to pay my respects...?" Skyflame gets up and goes over to the nearby bushes and starts looking under them. It's gotta be around here somewhere. She hardly hears her daddy as her excitement in hunting comes over her. She wants her ravvit. You locksend ** Aye, though only some. He came to my Holt for a while. ** to FireFlower. Rillwhisper, with that, takes her leave, tossing off a casual half-wave to the clearing at large. WindChaser nods to Rill, **Aye, we will tell her** You sense in a locksend, FireFlower small recognition. ** Oh yes, now I remember. I belive I should thank you for sending him back to me. ** With that,her mind goes shut off. You locksend ** And again, good to see you, cousin; I hope to talk more with you, when I can keep my eyes open. ** to Gentlerock. StreamWind nods too, and ducks into his den. [End log.]