Fly High, Beloved. Be Happy.

Logfile from TwoMoons - Savith.

Amazingly, Larias has managed to stay asleep for more than a a handful of minutes. The exhaustion of the trip lending her the ability to sleep through the kicks, punches, and twists of her unborn. With the chill of night encroaching upon her, and dreams settling in (which has been a rarity of late) she begins to stir, head twisting this way and that, incomprehensible mutterings at first soft, then louder. One word through all the others rings loud enough to wake someone sleeping nearby, and clear enough to be understood, ".... Elian ... "

Savith has been woken by Volek, to stand his watch as guard. He's kept the camp cold, with no fire to show their location. The birds napping nearby, Winddance lending calming coos and presence to the younger more excitable bond, Savith himself sits near Larias's head, to watch the area with almost unblinking eyes. At the name, Savith turns to look at Larias. 'Elian,' he wonders to himself. 'Who the heck is...' Only one way to find out, there, Chosen. Gah. He hated this. Always gave him headaches afterwards. Keeping eyes open, part of his awareness on the surroundings, the rest he drips toward Larias. You know, he could just ASK her when she woke up...

But she may not remember when she wakes up? Or for her own reasons, perhaps Larias would be unwilling to share - so of course, this is the best way to glean information. There is almost no resistance at all when Savith begins to filter slowing into her mind, her unconcious self too tired, too trusting, too worried to fight away the soul that is now a part of her own. The image in her mind is clearer than so many when she dreams of the past, having been thinking on it lately perhaps. Another elf is with her, inside the Mountain, so terribly long ago, shaping the Halls of the Mountain. Larias looks so much more alive in her dream, more vibrant, her hair even has changed over time, for in the dream it is a rich blonde. "I'll be leaving Elian, finally I got Lord Voll alone and he has acquiesced, without Winnowill around, he no longer balked."

So much the way she first looked when eyes met eyes, for that sight shows an elf's most glorious and true form, devoid of age and time. Now that Recognition has been fullfilled, the sight has lessened. Once in the dream, Savith does his best to remain a part of it, a silent observer, though still in his Chosen's uniform. Surely, there are no Chosen at this time. But does he know that? Larias trusts him, even like this, as many of the other gliders do. It's a perfect cover for his presence, or so he thinks. He peers at the elf she is talking to, studying the rock shaper, unable to keep that touch of envy from hitting him.

Were there Chosen? If so, then they weren't quite the same as what they have turned in to. If Larias notes Savith's presence on any level, it doesn't show, her memories warping to twist and add in the news of her life. Elian's mouth moves, but only Larias can hear his words, for they are held within memories. She responds with a smile, "Of course I'll stay until then, You'd not forgive me if I missed the birth of your child." A pause, her form changes to resemble that of herself today, "I have to leave the Mountain Elian, and I too am with child now." A wry smile, "How old is your boy now?"

Savith blinks. What the fu-?! Child? He hesitantly drifts forward. Why couldn't he hear that other elf? Elian isn't an elf he's familiar with. Did he die? Did he leave? Did he resign himself a statue? Too many questions. Savith drifts closer, trying to sort out who this Elian person is, and why he's so curious about him.

As if to answer Savith's unsent, unspoken questions, Elian now begins to shift. He is unable to answer Larias' questions, as his features change, pale out, expression hardened into as passive and uncaring as one might be able to imagine. The large Hall changes as well, imperceptibly as Elian's change is at the forefront - but the dream grows darker, a corridor of the Mountain. Larias' hand reaches out, to gently touch the frozen cheek, "Oh Elian, how our kin have changed. I knew your mate had been punished as such, but you too? Was it for the same reasons? Would I have been frozen like this had I not left when I did?" His face can't even blink any kind of response as she speaks with him, "And your child, what of him? What of mine if he remains in the Mountain? Will he be forced to serve like this, like you." A tear drop sin the dream, outside the dream, the sleeping elfess cries freely, unknowing, uncaring.

Savith's jaw drops at the change. That's Brace. He knows that face. He spent a few turns studying him, to see if there was a likeness, but decided against it, and left the elf to his duties. But he had a son? Who is he? His eyes turn to Larias. The thoughts within him, are a whisper on the dream world, "That's what you fear most, isn't it Larias?"

Once more the dream world changes, from a long corridor, to a dark, dusty room, within the Mountain, its so cold, no light no warmth - her room when she returned to the Mountain the first time after everyone thought her dead to the world Outside. Sitting on the stone bed, which has no covers, Larias looks around, unable or unwanting to see who speaks to her in her dreams. But, she does answer, "Of course I am afraid of that, and worse. Friends twisted and turned to little more than pieces of rock, for speaking their thoughts - until no one dared but think what SHE wished of them. My son - will he turn out like Elian's?" Does she know who Elian's is anymore? To herself she nearly sobs, laying down on the stone bed, "Oh Savith - had I been here, would you have been different - would the Mountain?"

Savith blinks. What does that hav eto do with? But through the bond of souls he can't help but feel that hopelessness. Normally, he'd pull away, leave the elf to their nightmare, and move on. But this... this isn't just normal dream-watching. He feels... intertwined in it, somehow. "What would have changed," he asks finally, stepping forward into the light, into her consciousness. If she'll be mad, fine. But he can't just ignore this. "Brace chose his place. No, Elian did. Surely the son of his, whom you speak of, understands that." And is one of the other male think-do shapers.

What? Someone here with her, in the most private of places within her mind? Her cold forgotten room, the only place that ever looked as alone and desolate as she felt. She sits up, face flushed with anger in her dream, "How did you get in here?!" In the real world, her fists clench, but, then they still and relax, she is dreaming is she not, perhaps she brought him here. In the dream, Larias' face calms, though she still cries, the hopelessness, the lost friends to much to not grieve them. A shake of her head is given, "No Savith - I can not believe he chose it. His mate did not, and he stood by her, with their son. His mate was locked away into Door after a confrontation with Winnowill. You know how cruel she can be - perhaps the fate of one mate, is always the fate of the other in the Mountain. But I can not believe he chose such."

Savith remins at the edge of her conscious thoughts. Ah... Maybe he shouldn't have stepped forward. But her tears draw him, moth to a flame. And the knowledge that Brace and... Door...? Again he's confused. Malene never mentioned having a son! Surely she'd remember? But her words that the fate of one mate being the fate of hte other stings him. There's truth in it, isn't there? She fled the mountain so long ago, branded a traitor. Didn't he just finish doing the same thing? He shakes his head, "Stop your crying, Larias. It solves nothing." There's a faint echo. Perhaps someone told him the same turns ago, though the tone and feel of it was lighter.

The tears slow, until nothing is left but the wet salty tracks they left on her cheeks, quickly the trace of them disappears in her dream, though her hair is damp, as is the bedroll around her head. Her voice though, still contains the sorrow that led to her tears in her dream, "Can't I mourn? Myself, my old friends, their children, and their children's children? There is no solution Savith. There is no way out, no way to end this madness." Larias takes a deep breath, her arms wrapping about herself in the dream, "We are doomed you and I, to that fate, the fate of Elian and Tarek." eyes drop, she can not bear to look at him as she speaks her other fear, "And our son, to the fate of his father."

Savith takes that like a slap to the cheek, growing still and motionless, eyes turned away. Elian and Tarek. Those names. Familiar and not. But the thought that his son... "No," he whispers, "I will not allow him to grow up not knowing his parents's faces, wondering that it was his fault they tossed him aside, blaiming himself that he no longer knows the touch of their minds." Gah. Why's the world going blurry? It's not cause of tears! HONEST! No, really! Don't you believe me? Silently, a drifitng thought: 'Even if it means staying away until he's grown.' Sacrifice. Truely learning the word now. "He will be stronger than us both, and Chosen, faster, stronger, and more dependable than even Kureel."

Unlike herself in reality, her dream gives her courage - this isn't Savith she argues with here, is it? No, this is just her version of him, what her mind has conjured up, really, thats all he is in this dream she tries to tell herself. Brazenly, she rises, moving to stand in front of him, hands reaching up to turn his head, forcing him to meet her eyes, "Chosen by whom Savith? And for what?" Eyes so earnest, so worried and afraid, "Yes he will know who his parents are, we will be the statues that do nothing. And he will take your place as Hers. A guard, a minion, an elf with no mind of his own - save for his dreams, which of course, she can supply for him if she wishes. And like Elian and Tarek, we will watch him grow, unable to send or speak, unable to let him know it isn't his fault, that it wasn't a choice." She closes her eyes, even in the dream she winces, the pain coursing through as the child decides he doesn't like Mommy being upset - time to try and wake her up again.

Atuned to the shifting dream, Savith feels the world shudder. The child! He sends to the unborn mind, turning to look into the darkness beyond, his thoughts drifting there, **Child, be still! She must sleep more.** Oh, but you have to calm her for that. Looking back to Larias, he sighs, trying to soften his cold expression. "I won't let it," he replies, the thought that he'd be a statue in any sense cutting deeply, and Larias can feel that. "But for now, you must rest more." If he had any control in this world, he'd shape a soft place to rest. But even here, he's powerless, unless she grants it.

The power to shape? It is Savith's dream is it not - and this is a world of dreams, and nightmares. The world malleable to her touch on a subconscious level, and Savith, so tightly intertwined in her mind right now, is here on a conscious one, sensing the desire, he can feel the flood of power given him - shape her dream world, shape her mind? Unlike her real self, she moves, forcing her way into Savith's arms, seeking comfort here that she would not allow herself in the real world - the comfort of anothers touch, an embrace. Voice nothing more than a whisper, "If she orders it, you won't be able to stop her. I am the only Glider I know, to defy her, and remain intact - you are her Chosen, you can not defy like I can." The thought seeps into her mind, rest, rest is good, and the child has stilled at his father's request once more. She murmurs as she leans against him in her dream, "I should rest.. I feel so tired, worn all the time. Its different than before. I could live with that, this, is worse somehow."

Savith gasps at the flood of power. Is this what it feels like? Father. Mother. Is this the joy you felt, always? No wonder you tossed him aside. He doesn't resist Larias's embrace, instead leaning ot it as well. Giving the power, and feeling Larias's need to rest, and knowing she needs it, and that desire in himself to see to her protection, he looks to the bed, cold and heartless. He grins softly. She redecorated his room, did she not? Rearrange his world? He's never shaped before, but... he reaches out. The dream world almost ripples, like the surface of a pond touched by a single finger. The area near them, softens. Warm linens, gentle breezes, overstuft pillows. "Shhh," he whispers, moving to settle them both down, "Rest then. Regain your strength." Ah, but what of Larias's acquisations? That he is Her toy? Well, true enough. Savith resigns to it, the Chosen's uniform remaining, like bondage, about him. The talonwhip, the symbol of the Mountain's protectors, seeming to weight him down. "No, I can not defy. But let us worry on that later." Come on, lay down. "Now you must sleep." Sleep, in sleep?

Obediently, Larias does as she is told. Her mind stilling as she lays down on the newly crafted bad. Again, she falls asleep - this time it is deeper than before, so deep dreams can not come - the sleep of an exhausted mind and body. Her mind though, remains open to Savith, foolishly perhaps? But open it remains.

Savith raises as Larias's mind stills. A dreamless sleep is not healthy either, he knows. But it is better than exhaustion. He looks about. "Sweet dreams you must have," he states. Closing his eyes, in the physical world as well as the dream world, in his mind, as he once did for Aroree, he conjures up sweet images, gentle scapes, and happy days. Just as his parents shaped the mountain with heart and mind, so too Savith moves to shape the current dream's form. All her worry and fear, he pulls to himself, to hide beneath the feathers of his uniform, while seeming to open the Mountain Hall to the sky above.

The tense form of Larias relaxes in the real world, breath deep and even - as her mind is filled with such pleasant things, she even manages a smile. The tracks of tears now dry, only their salty lines remain, though her hair is still damp. Everything can be right with the world - when someone takes the pain from your mind anyway.

Takes the pain... to himself. Sitting by Larias, Savith eyes open to slits, and he tenses, pulling into a tight ball as he sends to Larias, minds linked. Arms hugging his knees, face buried to the nose in his arms, the pressure of holding her darker emotions at bay while inventing nothing but happiness and flowers showing in him. Within Larias's mind, he lets her fly free, where she will, above the world, above the pain. THe effort it costs him, he seems rooted, nay, shaped into the stone under his feet. "Fly high, beloved. Be happy."

Perilous Journey Begins

Logfile from TwoMoons - Savith.

After poor Savith's duty ends of guarding the empty throne, upon his return to his quarters, to his delight and agitation no doubt, he finds Larias. The pregnant elfess is sitting on the bench by the table, turned sideways so she has enough room to be comfortable. Her elbow is on the table, propping her up as she appears to be catching a short nap as she waits for his return.

Savith pauses a moment, then gets out of uniform. Just removing the helm and talonwhip, and setting them silently on a shelf before he settles before Larias. In a whisper not meant to startle he quips, "Didn't realize my table was so comfortable."

Unfortunately, it does startle, and so, the Larias's head nearly drops to the table before she catches herself, "Hmm? Huh.. what?" Eyes blink rapidly, clearing some of the sleep from them, cheeks hinting at her light embarrassment, she'd not meant to fall asleep after all. "Its not actually..." she pauses briefly in her speech, no sense beating around the bush is there, "What exactly do you have in mind for this unexpected journey?"

Savith purses his lips. "Perhaps you should move to the sitting area," he comments softly, moving to pour himself a goblet of water. His voice lowers, as if concerned it will echo, "Nothing, really. At least, until we're out of casual sending range."

Larias hefts herself upright, looking entirely ill at ease as she does so. Body stretched thin, mind frazzled more than usual, ahh, just like the days before she rid herself of the nightmares with the aide of Savah. So compliant it makes her this time though, and so, doing as told she moves to the sitting area, lowering herself gently onto one of the more comfortable seats. Her own voice as well drops a notch or two, "Why take Llune - she'll go as of right now. But honestly Savith, I don't understand." A light dry, humorless chuckle, "After all it took to get me to willingly be here, and now we leave? With someone who really doesn't wish to.."

Savith pours another goblet and moves to sit by Larias, holding it out to her. Yes, it was quite the feat to get her to return. "Don't think for a moment," he replies, "That this leave taking is permenant. You are not well, I can see and feel it. Winnowill seems preoccupied and has not asked. If she's not interested in the child's wellfare, even as of now, I'll not stay and see you or the hatchling put in danger, simply because she feels too important to check up on us." My! What harsh words. And from a Chosen, no less! He sips his water, eyes growing a bit distance as he tries to keep his cool about it, "At least, with an outside healer, they are willing to help, with out many questions." He glances back over with a weary grin, "Plus you're more comfortable with any of them than Her. Your comfort is important, after all."

The goblet is taken, and so dutifully, Larias actually drinks some. After quenching her thirst, she sets the goblet down on the floor beside her, nodding to Savith's words as she sighs. "And where is it we are going then?" Chuckling softly, "I can't imagine you'd trust Splash with this, nor Zasia from the Underworld." And thus ends the list of Healers Lairas knows, only one of which does she actually trust.

Savith just grins, "And that's where I'll leave it for now." Clearly, he doesn't even want to think it while in the mountain halls. Oh? Someone trying to hide something from his Lord? Bad CHosen! Larias is rubbing off on you! He sips his water, a faint quirk of a brow, "More?"

Larias, with a bit of effort, sends the goblet floating back to Savith, "Please, if you don't mind." Her lips curl upwards at the corner, grinning as she shakes her head, "You'll hang in the hall for this you know... -If- your lucky."

Savith collects the goblet from the air as he stands. He too grins faintly. "IF does all the work in that sentence," he retorts as he brings the pitcher to them. Once in hand, he sits again and refills.

Larias's voice drops into little more than a hushed whisper, "Are you sure Llune should be included in this? And Volek?" Larias shakes her head, nearly ready to speak again, she winces, hand going to rest on her stomach before she does the oh so motherly thing and shushes her unborn child, "Mommy's trying to talk sweetie, you need to hush now."

Savith opens his mouth to reply, but at Larias's soft hushing, he falls silent. Ah... how many times has he seen that? Too many. Yet this time he doesn't grit his teeth at it. Instead, he gives a faint sigh, which he covers with another sip of water. In reply, he whispers, "Volek is tied to me until She declares otherwise. I'm his mentor and parent in that. Where I go, he must go. As for Llune... her inclusion is more for your sake than her own. Her skills with cloth will be useful for a time, and you two seem to be, at least, not going for each other's throats." Plus, it won't give Winnowill someone to use as bait to force any kind of speedy return. These four are the whole of hte family he knows. She'll have no power of him then, and when he returns, no one else to blame but himself.

Larias's hand begins to rub at her stomach rather gently, absent mindedly, perhaps unaware she is even doing such. Pale eyes lift to look Savith directly in the face, "Savith, do you really expect anyone to welcome us with open arms?" With child or no, Larias fully expects anyone and everyone to turn this small group away. But, once more, Larias winces sending a bemused expression down to her belly - which is on the move as the child decides to perform acrobatic tricks in her abdomen.

Savith grins, then shakes the thought away, "Change the subject. I'm not talking about this anymore today." He turns to regard Larias, and the belly. How odd that must feel. "Are you alright...?"

It most certainly does feel odd! Larias nods though, "Yes, yes I'm fine." She lets out an abrupt giggle which is cut off, "High Ones! He's certainly mobile today." Perhaps the soup did the child some good after all.

"He," Savith starts, eyes widening. But she giggled, and he relaxes a bit, fighting a grin, "Perhaps the child reminds you that eating is a good thing." Hint hint. Nudge nudge. See, Savith's smart!

Blue eyes roll to look upward at the ceiling, a hefty exasperated sigh is given, but, Larias nods, "You're right... I should eat again. Do you have anything in here?" No time like the present! Her hand continues gently rubbing her bulging belly, a thoughtful look on her face as she nods to herself, "MMm, yes, He. I think anyway. I suppose I could be wrong, but," with an amused grin, "-He- acts just like you."

Savith nods, standing and setting the goblet down. "I haven't the selected Mother does, though I can call fromthe kitchen if you'd..." He pauses, and smirks, "Just like me? I'm not sure how I should take that." COnsidering the wolfriders he last stayed with weren't too friendly.

"If it wouldn't be too much trouble? I, think I could stand to eat something again." Larias has been had, hasn't eaten since the soup, but that did do her a world of good. A shrug though is given to his other statement, "Take it how you will. Good, bad, or indifferent, there are some remarkable similarities." Which of course, only a mother would notice, seeing as mother's are the only ones that have a chance really to interact with the unborn.

Savith sends to the kitchen staff, requesting meal enough for two. Remarkable similarities. He shakes his head, unable to imagine. He moves to collect a smaller cushion for Larias to use as a lap table while she eats before sitting back down. "I can't imagine."

Larias chuckles softly, a grin upon her lips, ahh something she knows about having a child that he doesn't! Finally! "For starters, you were right... What you said earlier about you and I bickering. He doesn't like it when we do that. I don't think it mattered at first, but, as I grew, it seemed to then."

Savith hmms softly, sipping at the water as he hands over the cushion. The only reason why he said that was because the wolfriders always got after him for that. His eyes trail toward Larias's midsection. "Then I suppose we should try to avoid disagreements."

Larias sets the cushion atop her belly, but after a second or two, she moves it to her side. Nodding, she agrees, "We should..." Freedom so close, she manages a light hearted chuckle, "Though, knowing the two of us, I've no idea how we'll manage such."

"Very carefully," he mutters just as the gliders with the food float in. He glances over, and nods to the table here by the seats. "Set it down over there. Thank you." The gliders nod, set the trays down and leave, realizing Savith seems a bit testy, at least to them. As they leave he moves to bring a tray to Larias.

Larias watches the elves as they come in, set everything down, them make their hasty departure. She shakes her head, a wry grin on her lips after she is certain they are all out of ear shot, "They seem afraid of you today." But with the tray brought over, thought of chatter halts as the desire to eat kicks in, "They managed a nice selection this time..." Thus said, she nabs a piece of fruit quickly scarfing it down.

Savith smirks faintly, and sits back to let Larias eat her fill before moving to eat himself, though to be polite, he nibbles now and again. "They do," he comments. "Though I'm not altogether certain way." Maybe it was the fact that after such a public punishment, he still went back to duty, as normal, and has been acting as if nothing happened. Then there's the Recognition. What glider wouldn't be awestruck? :P He sits in his sitting area by Larias's side holding a tray for her to eat from.

Volek walks softly. Not really on purpose, but just cumpulsory. He fingers stumble a bit through the tip of his hair, redoing his braid, retieing it after his morning bath. He pauses after stepping in, almost giving away his wondering why his feet brough him here.

Larias nibbles on this or that from the tray. When she pauses, she forces herself to continue, after all, if she doesn't eat enough, then savith or Llune are likely to try force feeding soon. "No doubt they have their reasons." Her mind wanders, perhaps they think of Savith as she does Tsoran - Chosen is Chosen after all. Her nose wrinkles at the thought, a light fornw forming.

Savith mutters a reply, "No doubt." His eyes spot Volek by the entrance way. Ah, someone to change the subject with? For? "Volek, good morning," he greets. Ah, so he was on graveyard shift. No wonder the throne was empty!

Volek quickly scans, as he always does. In hereting his father's attention to detail has done him well. His mind mulls over the scene, as he nods to Savith. "Good morning. and good morning to you Larias" He says, offering her a headbow

Larias continues munching from the tray, eating bits of fruit and cooked meats. She nods to Volek as well, "If you would like some..."

Savith nods at Larias's words, indicating the other tray that has yet to be touched. "It is early. Have you eaten?" Oh? What's this? Savith, being civil? He must be sick.

Volek finishes tyeing his brade, letting a moment of silence hang after the two elders speak. He holds up a hand "Thanks, but no... I am alright. But if I may have something to drink?"

Larias lets Savith handle getting Volek something to drink, adding in her own order, "If I could have some more water as well?" She snags another piece of fruit, eating it quickly, sucking the juice off her fingers afterwards.

Oye! Wait just a minute! What does Savith look like?! A sun villager? To fetch and carry drinks with a bright smile? As if! To Volek, Savith nods, "Of course you may." But that's all. Clearly, Savith'll only serve for Larias, for at Larias's question, he silently moves to refill her goblet.

Volek nods and walks over to get his own drink. He pauses in his spot to drink it up. At that he places it back down and looks absently out of the cave.

"Thank you." How polite Larias can be when she's in a good mood. Once its in hand, she sips at the water after Savith has played fetch. eyes move first from the elder Chosen, to the one in Training, then back again. "So when do," she winces again, scowling down at her belly, so much for that train of thought.

Savith glances over and grins. Good baby. Keep her from thinking along those lines. A brow lifts. Hmm... Maybe they are similar. "You're welcome," he replies, keeping up with the polite mood for now. He looks at Volek, "Something on your mind, Volek?"

Volek walks towards the entrance of the cave. He pauses and looks back "No, just busy prepareing for the journey. I still must finish." He continues walking from the cave.

Larias's brows furrow as Volek makes a hasty retreat from the room. Is this her presence causing such? She sighs, sipping at her goblet of water.

Savith presses his lips together, and states coldly, "Of course." That boy better not tell anyone what he's planning. His brows furrow as well as his expression darkens. He sips from his goblet too.

Volek sends a glance back behind him. He notes his teachers glance for a moment. ** should I not be ready, teacher? **

Larias remains silent, looking at Volek and then back to Savith, sharing some of the Chosen's worry about this mis-adventure, partuclarly in taking other denizens of the Mountain. Some how, some way, this is not going to end well.

Savith nods, but replies in a soft voice, "That you should. Just keep it quiet for now." No sense in getting tossed in the Cage before his hatchling's in the world, after all.

Volek stops and turns back. He almost seems a little hurt ** Why would you think I would? Is that why you don't tell me anything anymore? ** With that he turns on his heel and walks away.

Ahh, so thats the way it is. If Larias isn't at odds with Savith, someone else, this time Volek, must be. The pregnant elfess winces, eyes dropping to look at the tray near by her. Giving Savith a chance to... react without her interrupting.

Savith's brow draw together tightly at the child's accusation. "Now, wait just a minute," he starts, expression darkening as he stands to his feet. But the child doesn't wait, and he walks away from them, and out of the room. A fist clentches, shaking faintly. 'Stupid fledging's going to out us all at odds,' the Chosen muses silently, teeth grinding softly. He fights a sneer as he turns from the exit, and drops to sit again. Life is hard, man!

Larias moves as silenetly as she can, lifting herself with her magic, moving over towards Savith. A hand is placed on his shoulder, "You should try and relax..." Oh that'll help no doubt!

Savith turns to snap a cold reply to Larias, when he remembers he eariler words. They shouldn't argue. Rather, he nods and brings the goblet to his lips. Well, at least he's trying to give the appearance of relaxing. "You should try to eat more, if you can," he mutters softly.

Alighting on a nearby soft cushiony seat, Larias tries to give Savith an understanding smile. "He's a boy coming into his own. I don't think he meant anything by it."

Savith quirks a brow, the response bubbling to the surface, "And you've so great an experi-..." Ah, but he cuts himself off before that goes any further. A shake of his head, and a sigh, and he nods, "You might be right." Gah! This being nice stuff is icky.

Larias smirks as she turns her head to regard Savith, "Not personally no, but I have witnessed many an elf growing up - even if only from a distance. Being angry at their elders seems normal." With but a thought, she brings the tray of food over to her new seat by Savith, snacking again on a piece of meat.

Savith hmphs softly, sipping at his drink. He bites his tongue to keep from making a smart ass remark in reply. Instead, he forces himself to sit back and try to relax, reaching for a morsel to his mouth.

Llune enters, looking a good deal less refined than usual. Her usually perfect hair is.. Well, *nearly* perfect, but not quite as perfect as usual - there are a few loose strands, but only those that are almost natural. Her dress is simple ((ignore the desc for now)), the silver plain one she's so very fond of, and her facial features drawn and tight. She looks nervous, exhausted, torn... Everything one would expect from a fairly old Glider who has recently been talked into not only leaving the mountain, but very possibly defying her Lord Winnowill. Carrying several - has to be at least 6 - parcels wrapped in plain fabric and tied with thread, she's the picture of a bedraggled delivery person, and, upon entering the room and seeing both Savith and Larias, begins to pour out concerns in a fashion not at all like Llune's regular reservedness.

Llune says "I'm not sure about this. Perhaps I should stay here. Have you spoken to Winnowill yet, Savith?" She notices, as though for the first time that Larias is daring to eat, "Oh, I'm glad you're eating. Maybe this is all unnecessary - perhaps a better diet is all that is necessary...."

Llune dumps the packages on the floor near a corner and moves to sit at the table

Not missing a beat, Llune continues her concerns, not allowing a word in edge-wise, "Is it safe, where you're going? What about predators? Bad humans? Other elves? I've never flown before, on one of those birds... Should I bring my tea-set?"

so ready to say something to Savith, Larias stops as Llune enters, and begins babbling. She sighs, closing her eyes, High Ones this is all thats needed after Volek upset Savith. Is there a line outside of elves waiting to come in and irritate the agitated Chosen? Her eyes open and they settle upon Llune, "He's right llune, I need to be looked at by a Healer.. and the one here," a shrug is given, "isn't exactly amiable to working nicely with me."

Noticing the tension hanging like tabacco smoke in the room, Llune stops a moment, "Is something wrong, Savith?"

There must be, for Savith is actually rude to his mother. Even as Llune talks over Larias's words, he cuts in sharply, "Shut up! No, don't bring your tea set. And I'm fine!" GAH! Having had quite about as much annoyance as he can take for one morning, and having just gotten in from a long night of trying not to fall asleep in mid-air, well, he's easily aggitated. But still! What nerve!

Llune stops short, apalled and hurt by Savith's behavior. Her features turn from very, very worried, to sorrowfully, I-just-got-slapped-in-the-face-by-my-best-friend-and-then-she-laughed-at-me startled, and her eyes grow wide with tears, "Savith!" is all she utters, in the shortest, most tight-lipped tone of wouned, angry Llune. But she does not back down. She does not turn and flee, though her heart would have her disappear and die, she stands triumphantly in her place and *GLARES*

Larias winces as Savith erupts, she looks away from him, a hand going to her stomach as her child uses her insides like a trampoline, to much excitement for the little one it seems. After a moment, a staying hand is placed on one of Savith's own, her voice quiet, tense, "Savith... you need to calm down." To llune she speaks next, "Leave your tea set Llune, he is right about that. Come, sit with us, we'll work this out." She convinced Llune last night, how did she do that again, now to do it all over again!

Savith turns a hard look to Larias, about to snap at her, but he's brought up short but her soft tone and gentle hand. He studies Larias's features a moment, then sighs and nods, reaching for his drink again. He muses, "This isn't something I want to discuss here, but if you need me to..."

Llune sighs deeply, composing herself nearly instantly at Larias' calming words... Her shoulders stoop, but she knows this is a time to plan, not argue, for *whoever* goes. She moves to sit down.

Llune says "I'm sorry, I forget in my nervousness the stress on the two of you."

Larias offers a wan smile to Llune, and then to Savith as well. Yup, stress does certainly have an effect on her. "Don't worry about that Llune... but it is exactly that reason you will need to come. You can keep him calm more often than I, and me calm as well. We will need that."

Llune says "But my home... My apprentices... My clothes... I fear I will be losing much..."

Savith keeps his gaze from the ladies, and his mind as well. Should She decide to evedrop just now. That would be bad. Instead, he sips his drink, and turns a deaf ear to the room.

Larias turns her pale eyes fully upon Llune, again there is a sad, smile, "And if I stay, with no help for her. The entire Mountain, will lose more."

Llune nods, knowing. Wishing it weren't so, but knowing. "Yes."

Savith moves to refill his goblet. His head is hurting. Ah! He hasn't had dinner. He glances at the trays of food, and grabs some for himself. Another day, Savith. Just one more day, and you can let these chicken-hawks in on your thoughts.

Llune says "But what *should*I*BRING*??!" she whispers loudly, then lowers her whisper, "what would I need?""

Larias glances at Savith as he begins eating, well, thats a good sign I suppose, she thinks to herself. "You should bring the most durable clothing you have. The warmest clothing you have. Savith, Volek, and I, High Ones willing, will take care of everything else. You'll also want to bring some material with you, so we can continue making garments for the child, when He does come."

Yes. Savith'll take care of the rest. He always does, somehow. OH! But he's not supposed to be part of this conversation. This is not the conversation you're looking for. *waves hand for hte Jedi Mind Trick* There. Better. He busies himself eating, remaining silent and deaf of the goings-ons.

Llune nods "But we *will* be coming back? can I leave instructions with my apprentices?

Savith glances at Larias briefly, then shakes his head. There, he's said all he's going to for just now, and stands, "If you'll ladies will excuse me, I'm going to get out of this uniform." Finally. That's a good excuse. He flies off, grabbing an extra outfit before heading toward the grotto for a bath.

Larias nods, smiling sadly once again, "Yes, we will be coming back. Once everything is all set, once we know I am ok, and that the child is too. Nothing bad will happen to you while we are Outside. I am a testament, our kind can survive out there Llune, and you will have 3 strong elves with you." Granted one of them is having fainting spells, not eating right, and heavy with child, but hey, who's counting.

Llune nods, and steels herself to her task, "Well then. Shall I pick all the colors?" she asks, attempting to regain her usual pert-ness.

Larias chuckles softly, "Colors won't matter for you. Go for sturdy and warm, thats what will matter."

Llune sighs, "Larias, darling, colors, *always* matter. But sturdy and warm,...

"Outside then, if you have anything that is browns and greens perhaps? Those would be good colors to choose. They will allow you to blend in more with the surroundings you will be in." Ahh, Larias can find a compromise, yay!

Llune says "I thought on the outside," she says it like a fairy land, "that when it was cold, there was white...?""

Larias nods, her smile growing just a tad, "It is, and yes, I suppose you may want to pack something for that time as well. I.. don't hardly know what season it is out there anymore. You may need, you may not, but it doesn't hurt to be prepared."

Llune nods, her warmth slowly returning, "I like to be prepared. I must hurry and go pack!"

With cautioning tones Larias nods, "You should, but do so quietly. and quickly."

Llune nods, refraining from speech - you *did* say quietly.

Savith is only gone an hour, or less. Dressed to rest, maybe nap, and then... He presses into his room, finally. Ahh... it's a wonder what food and a shower will do for an elf's spirit's. While not quite grinning, his attitude is much improved. Once inside, he flicks a glance baout. Who's still here?

Of course, big surprise, Larias is still in the room, though no one else currently is. She appears, once again to be napping, a soft little snore confirms it. Even in sleep she no longer looks comfortable, periodically wincing, occasionally rubbing at her stomach.

Savith pauses at Larias's side. Thoughtful. Hmm.... He shakes his head. Ah, well it's not like there's anything he can do. He's no healer. He floats past, ignoring her, to set the still damp but clean uniform on a shelf. He notes that much of his items are starting to be packed. Most notably, Volek's items are packed. He nods, and packs one travel bag for himself. It's all he'll need.

Despite her need for sleep, Larias apparently has been industrious as well, as her own travel bag can be seen set by the entrance into the room. Not quite so full as it used to be, there is room (should Llune decide to over pack). The elfess tries to roll in her sleep, only managing to wake herself up once again.

Savith glances over as Larias stirs, floating his pack toward the entrance as well. Flying to Larias's side, he tilts his head, "You didn't sleep long.:

Larias pushes herself more into an upright sitting position, having slid down somewhat as she snoozed. With a shrug she answers, "I usually don't get very much. At least I'm accustomed to such.." Ahh, the silver lining.

Savith hmphs softly, "It's not good for you." He pauses a moment, then shakes his head, "But I'm not arguing. Do you need anything else?" Before we go.

"If I could do something about it, I would." She sighs hefting herself up to her feet, holding onto the corner of the table to pull herself up. "I thought about taking something from my stores of herbs, but I'm to worried it may do something I'm not expecting." She glances to her bag, then shakes her head, "No, I have everything I need in there - I'll work on garments once we're out more suitable. Between you and Volek, we'll end up with enough leather." Gasp - did Larias just uninclude herself in the idea of hunting?

Llune sends to Larias and Savith **Savith, Larias...

She did! Savith's eyes widen, and he opens his mouth to comment teasingly about it when he's mother's send reaches him. He glances at the doorway, and replies, **MOther. YOu send. Am I needed?** Ah... good old, predictable Chosen's response.

Larias blinks as the send reaches her, rather than answer, and draw Winnowill's attention, Larias leaves the responding to Savith. She looks at Savith though, "Do you think she's really ready?"

**I need your inspection.. Come, if you're prepared.**

Savith glances at Larias, and squares his shoulders, "I don't know. It seems I must go." And dressed out of uniform. How undignified. He lifts his mind to reply, **Certainly, Mother. I shall fly to you shortly.** "I'm just glad she's being subtle about all this." It means his hide if she doesn't.

Larias grins a bit, "You're mother is no fool Savith. I think she knows how important this really is.. She is leaving, and willingly after all." Moving to the table, Larias takes a seat on the bench, "I'll wait here. Less suspicious looking."

Savith nods to Larias, and collects himself. Pushing from the ground, he flies with all haste in an unhurried fashion to his mother's room. Just how he flies quickly without looking unhurried is beyond his player, but somehow he does it. It's like a game, one of hte few pleasures Savith allows himself to take. How fast can he go, and still have enough control to pull himself up short and not go tumbling into Llune's chambers? Once at her door, he steps in and looks about, "Mother, you sent."

Larias checks her @emit With Savith out of the room, Larias once again closes her eyes, attempting to cat nap, knowing, for this up and coming flight, she will need her strength.

Llune looks up from her few bags, "Savith!" She whispers, excited and still very nervous, "Do I have everything I need?" Upon inspection of her twin satchels, you see several wrapped packages, most likely items for Larias and the baby (maybe even a few for Savith), and a collection of threads, a foled pouch, presumably filled with needles of different sizes. There are also 3 pairs of shoes - a tiny pair, obviously for the baby, of fluffy green material and soft honey leather, a pair of thick, dark brown leather boots, about Savith's size and preferred style, and a finer pair in reinforced leather, with a lace up the side, a bit on the wide side, in tan leather. The other satchel holds several dark dresses - greys and deep green, and 3 silver to white, 2 pair of Llune-sized boots - one of white leather and trimmed with white feathers, the other of soft honey leather and trimmed with dark green and red feathers. She must've packed at least 8 dresses, all of them seem to be dainty, yet fluffly, layered, and warm. There is also a multitude of soft fabrics, of different colors and thicknesses some undyed, some dyed different glider favorites, purples and grays and dark reds and blues and greens. There are a few scarves of gauzy material and lacy ribbons, jewelery tucked into the nooks and crannies of both bags. Llune herself has changed into a dark green and dress, short sleeved and of a thick, sturdy material. "How have I done?"

Savith blinks as he surveys the vast about of... fluff Llune has managed to crap into a handful of bags. Well, he's got ot be impressed with that. But any thoughts of talking her out of things are dashed. He knows it'd be pointless, and would upset her further, and perhaps ruin the careful positioning to see she comes with them. Instead, he nods, "It's wonderful." He steps over, "You haven't told your students yet, I hope."

Llune shakes her head no, "I left plenty of things for them to do, I'm sure they'll go ahead and do it while I'm gone." She smiles, "How do we get these upstairs?"

Savith looks them over. Carefully. He picks up one and grabs one of Llune's dresses to cover it with. Using magic, he disguises it well. "One at a time. For now, dress in something that doesn't look so much like the outside. We'll stop near Grove and let you change again. For now, it must seema s if nothing is amiss."

Llune nods - she was *just* making sure it was an "outsidey" outfit, anyway, honest.

Uh-huh. Right, Mom. Savith just rolls his eyes and flies off. **I've got the dresses for Larias,** he says openly, **If you've finished the child's blankets, could you bring them? If they are not too heavy for you.** Another openning for her to bring another bag to his room. It's close the aerie. They'll head out in the bright of day, when the others are in the throne room, breaking for lunch, or out hunting.

she pulls out one of the dresses - a dark dark red, and a few soft blankets for the child, **there are many, but I can manage, thank you**

Savith almost facepalms and whispers, "Use those to hide a bag, and bring it when you're ready." WIth that, he turns and heads back to his room. See, nothing out of the ordinary. Just caring a heavy load from his mother to his mate. Really.

Llune moves behind the screen, "I'll be there soon."

Savith moves to his room. Once there, he sets the bag with the others and tosses the carefully made dress carelessly aside. Today. It must be today. These bags are getting too obvious. Soon as VOlek reports in. He looks over to find Larias, his heart skipping a bit as he worries that Tsoran may have found out, and taken her away.

Poor, pregnant elfees. Nope, Tsoran has not managed to abduct Larias as of yet, instead, she has managed to drift off into sleep once again, even though Savith has only been gone a short while. Its a wonder she can sleep at all, but she seems to find the oddest times and places to nap. Yup, definitely asleep, the sound of her breathing amplified as, she snores, just a little - not that she'd believe it.

As another unladylike sound escape the elfess, Savith chuckles, then coughs it away. He just did not laugh. Really. It was in your imagination. He moves over and checks that she's comfortable. Well for now, anyway. And he lets her sleep, knowing she'll need her rest. Though he risks much for her, he knows that she'll be the one on whom this trip will take it's toll. He moves to sit on his table, and drop his head to his hands. A full day with out sleep, he's starting to feel tired.

Savith yawns after awhile and stands. He might as well try to catch a nap. Moving to his bed, he lays down, curtains open, and closes his eyes. A soft sigh, and he's out like a light.

Sleeping sitting up, on a stone bench of all places, Larias continues her snoozing. Its a wonder the two have been able to tolerate each other this past day, and now, sleeping in the same room, *gasp* the Mountain -is- going to crumble, isn't it?

Ah, but yes, these two, being cordial, and now sleeping together. :P Wonders will never cease? Savith rests as peacefully as he can, though he must stay partially aware. Winnowill is known to spy on dreams, afterall. Who do you think taught him how?

But sleep doesn't last long for the pregnant, and this nap is like all others. Thechild begins to stir, dance on internal organs, and with a grunt, Larias is brought quickly into wakefulness once again. Unknowing that Savith has returned, she speaks aloud to her unborn, "will you stop it in there? Please... You're as bad as your father. Never let me get a moment's peace."

Savith gasps at the voice, openning his eyes and becomes aware just in time to hear the child being just like him and not getting a moment's peace. He turns his head and looks over to mutter, "Thanks a lot."

Her head whips up, cheeks getting a light tinge of pink in them. "I'm sorry.. hadn't realized you come back." Larias smiles apologetically, "Its not entirely true.. for either of you."

Savith hrmphs and pushes himself up, "You were sleeping when I returned. It hasn't been long." Once on his feet, he points to the bed, "You should sleep as much as you can."

Larias glances to the bed, then down at her belly, chuckling softly, "You don't really expect me to lay down do you?" She can't help but grin, "I'm feel lucky sitting up now and then I can catch a nap Lay down though," she shakes her head, "no hope that way."

Savith moves over, "Must I hold you up then?" Surely, the powers of flight can give the child the weightlessness he'd like.

Larias smirks, then shakes her head, "No, you don't need to hold me up... I'm not the only one that needs to be rested. You've a bird to fly, and I have a sinking feeling, there will be very few stops until you get where you're going."

Savith sighs faintly and sits back down near Larias. You had to remind him. "Soon," is all he says, and leans back.

Just once Larias has to check, to make sure this is really what he thinks needs be done, "Are you certain you want to go through with this. I'll understand, if you would prefer to wait, to stay." Something must be wrong, Larias is never so accepting, so nice, so polite...

And that's what makes Savith nervous. He looks over and replies, "Don't ask me again. It's dangerous, for both of us." Cause you'll feel it if Winnowill decides to turn his brain to elf-goo.

I mean when, not if! After this stunt, she's bound to do something EVIL to him.

Larias's eyes move from Savith's form, nodding once. She swallows hard, so they will be leaving, no doubt about that now. Her mind races, do they really have all they'll need. She frowns, listing aloud, "Water skins? dried fruits and nuts? Oh High Ones..." She shakes her head, none of the usual staples will eb available to them, only what can be scrounged outside. As she begins to worry, the child begins to move again, her belly visibly moving as the child rolls and twists, this is not a happy time.

Savith hisses softly and sets a hand on her shoulder, "Don't htink about it. You'll only draw her attention." He glances at her belly, and frowns. "And it seems that worry makes the child upset."

Larias rubs at her abdomen again, trying to soothe the over active child. "I swear, everything makes him upset of late. Eating, sleeping, drinking, walking, gliding, standing, sitting... There isn't anything I can do comfortably anymore. At least not that I've found."

Savith frowns slightly. You know, normally, he'd chastise the child for bugging her, but... how do you do that... whent he child's not even... well..... "Ah... That's... terrible."

Larias bobs her head up and down, "Believe me, I know." She can't help but grin just a bit seeing Savith unsure what to do, herself clueless as well. Her voice drops top a whisper, "I tried sending to him, but that only seemed to make him more excitable." Ahh, perhaps there is a reason she calls the child a He then. "Maybe if you tried?"

Savith blinks and starts. Him? He shakes his head. "Ahh.. no. I'm no healer. He'll calm..." Ah, when? What always made Wolfflame and her sister calm? He has no idea, so... "when he's ready." GAH! That was weak.

"I'm no Healer either Savith, but I've no doubt the child can hear my sends." Larias smiles rather weakly, gently rubbing where an elbow tries poking at her side, "Your his father, maybe he'll listen to you since he's not so willing to listen to me." She hehs softly, but refrains from making any comments about chosen ordering gldiers about.

Savith glances at Larias with a quirked brow. Being his father has nothing to do with whether or not the child will listen to him. Ah, but since Larias isn't getting anywhere. Gah! "Fine," he grumbles, and sends, though he's far less harsh than he would be with say... Volek! **Stop moving about and let Larias rest, hatchling.** There. Done, right?

Larias goes still for a moment, waiting to see if the unborn brat calms down any, and, remarkably, he seems to. Letting out a sigh of relief, Larias actually smiles, though it is a tired one, "Thank the High Ones!"

Savith seems utterly shocked. He's still? He's honestly still? Ah, but Savith shakes the emotions away and comments softly, "Well, seems you can go back to sleep then." At least, until Volek and Llune declare they are ready. He's in no position to send for them. He's already flying toward a storm here.

Volek has had a day to himself. A day to think. The young lad makes his way into the fimilar cave, to the fimilar faces. He takes a look around and brushes a hair from his face. "I'm finished packing"

So ready to state she couldn't sleep now if she wanted to, but then Volek comes in, Larias smiles at the near adult, nodding her head in his direction, "Hello gain."

Savith glances up and nods, "Wonderful. It's time. Get everything together, then take Larias on Winddance and go. Just past the Grove. I'll meet you there." He stands and looks to Larias, "I've got the get he rest of Mother's things. Volek will watch you, as closely as I. I trust him and his skills in guiding my bond." He looks at Volek and sends, as tightly as he can.

You locksend ** Volek, please watch her, and make all haste to Lostholt should I not meet at your landing point in an hour after your arrival. If Larias senses anything, listen to her. She is your charge until we meet again. ** to Volek.

Volek nods to Savith and turns ** Alright... Is there anything I can help you with?"

Larias looks to Volek, shaking her head. She moves, albeit a bit awkwardly, and picks up her traveling bag, "I'll manage my own, but thank you."

Volek nods. ** Good, let me know if you need anything.... But we should be off. **

Larias, with bag floating at her side, nods to Volek. "If you lead on? I think I am ready." Do it now, or never as they say.

Volek pushes through the soft velvetine fur over the entrance, and leaves Savith's room

Larias pushes through the soft velvetine fur over the entrance, and leaves Savith's room

Winddance> Volek sits on the hawk. He set in his place, well trained in the duties of controlling the bird. He sighs as and leans forward, trilling, signaling for the giant bond to rise into the air.

Volek sits on the hawk. He set in his place, well trained in the duties of controlling the bird. He sighs as and leans forward, trilling, signaling for the giant bond to rise into the air.

Winddance> Heavy with child, Larias finds herself actually needing to hold on to the bird's driver. She tries not to grip Volek's shoulders to tightly, but everything seems awkward astride the great hawk this time, belly bulging into Volek's back, the flapping of wings enough to make her feel as if she'll topple over. Through gritted teeth she speaks, "This always seemed so easy before."

Winddance> Volek turns back a little ** I apologize, I'm not as refiined a driver as my instructor. ** His send is in the one hand, respectful, but not quite as intimatly close as it once was.

Winddance> Larias switches to sending as well as the pair head up into the sky, away from the Mountain. ** There is no need to apologize for that Volek. ** Self depreciating humor enters her sending, ** If you think you're skills are lacking, you should see what happens when I steer her. **

Shortly after Volek and Larias take flight, Savith and Llune do, astride a smaller less trained mount. It takes lots of concentration on the Chosen's part, to get the bird going as fast as he'd like and in the right direction. He's got to hurry, so he won't be seen.

The birds have finally caught up to eachother, somewhere on the plains. Slowing his relentless pace, Savith calls for a halt. His mother needs to adjust to the outside a bit and change out of her silks and frills, and they need travel foods. Plus, he can feel the trip already getting to Larias and the child. This far away, it's time to explain things, he's reasons and such to Larias. Once the others are off and away, he moves over, waterskin in hand. "How do yo fare?"

Volek remains watching forward. Tuned to his duty as Savith address Larias... at least as far as Volek is concerned. He's has kept pace as well as he could, and has been obediant as well.

Indeed the trip has been hard on the rotund elfess. She looks exhausted, uncomfortable, irritable, and yet, somehow relieved. No longer in the suffocating air that is the Mountain, she can breathe jsut a little easier. As Savith addresses her, Larias lifts her head to look at him, "I've been worse." A weak smile given, "We'll make it though if thats what you're wondering."

THere's a light grin that plays on Savith's features, and he hands the waterskin over. He turns to look at Volek. The child did his task well. Very well. Praise coming rarely, Savith, elated that Larias is feeling more relaxed, sends to the youth, **YOu've done very well. I'm proud.**

Volek turns to Savith and nods once, with a soft smile on his face. Probably one of the most sincere expressions he's had far a while.

Larias's eyes flicker from Savith to Volek and back again. Perhaps she's not th eonly one that needed to get out of the Mountain to relax. Taking the skin, she drinks rather deeply,. parched from the long flight, needing water more than ever. She adds her bit of praise for Volek as well, ** You did a fine job guiding Winddance Volek. You should give yourself mroe credit. **

Savith flicks a glance at Larias. "Ah, he doesn't credit himself? A shame. Quite taken with the lad, Winddance is." He grins faintly and loooks to Volek, wondering what he'd make of that, even as his mind is already causing him to scan the area and look for edibles.

You sense in a locksend, Larias begins to send, but through the bond of souls, and the tight lock of a private though, its obvious how much of a toll the first half of the journey has taken on Larias. She was tired before, now she is exhausted - where she was uncomfortable before, now she is truly sore. So easy to pick up on these things, as she doesn't bother to hide a thought at the moment, ** Will you now tell me... what has you so spooked? Why this impetuous exodus? **

You locksend to Larias, Savith was stalling, wasn't he? Sensing Larias's exhaustion only compounds on his own, though he is practiced at being the stoic one, and returns a sense of strength and calm, urging you to take that and endure. **Her silence. As important as this child is to all of us, she has shown no interest in him. I like it not one bit. Then there's your weight. I don't think you should still be so thin. And then you fainted... No. There is something wrong, and if She will not come and see to it, even if you dislike Her, I will take you to someone, anyone, that will help. The Wolf Chief will listen, and his mate is a healer to match My Lord, and I've a feeling, she is someone you could trust.**

Volek smiles a bit and brushes Windance's neck with his hand. ** I just do as I was tought. ** He smiles at the great bird, his heart overjoyed that he's gained her trust so well. In his time spent with her, he's developed a bit of a bond with her.

Though her eyes are on Savith, and she is beyond tired, Larias forces a grin, ** Just don't do as I do and feed her too many treats. ** Not that the warning is needed, Savith no doubt being a good teacher, and Volek a good student, one that actually listens. ** When I had her in the Village, I managed to fatten her up a little too much. **

Winddance coos at the younster, fluffing her feathers. She likes him. Though Larias gives her more treats, at least the child isn't as demanding on her as Savith is. He's whistles, though lacking in strength and assurance to start, have grown as he has grown. It's almost motherly, how she feels for the elfling. 'Go hunt?'

Savith actually chuckles. The trip, he's found, has been tiring on him as well. Volek will have to be there guard, for Savith knows his own senses are dulled, what with his own exhaustion and that of his soulmate flooding him at once. **A little? Far too much! Her harness did not fit for a time.** But she's back to her sleek self. Pretty bird!

You sense in a locksend, Larias may be forcing a smile outwardly, inwardly there is no such facade, ** And when they turn us away? You are Chosen, Volek, in training to be one. Llune and I, obviously a re gliders - none of these are things which wolfriders trust. For good reason.. but, to gamble so much.. I won't be up for this kind of travel for long. ** Yes, she knows things aren't quite right, she can't recall Splash ever having pains, then again, she was a healer.

You locksend to Larias, Savith is keeping a facade as well, though his is more truthful, one of fatigue, to give you his strenth at the moment, **High ones, I know. But it was his childern that reawoke Voll's Dream of hte Palace. It's a calculated gamble, though a gamble none the less. I'm betting firmly that we will not be turned away.** He pauses, **Especially since you are in pain. It is too soon, I know. The others were... bigger, fuller than this. I will see they accept you, even if it is only you.**

You sense in a locksend, Larias tries to reason out why she isn't as large as she should be, then again, it hasn't been enough time either, and that she can not reason away, ** Perhaps they were bigger since they were wolfrider born? ** She pauses, thinking carefully how to word her next set of tired weary thoughts, ** If they reject, you, Llune, Volek - they reject me as well. Like it or not, I am of the Mountain. ** Aww, he should be proud.

Volek drifts a little. His hand idly rests on his side, where he keeps his training whip. He is a little tired, but his youthful energy could keep him going for a while younger.

You locksend to Larias, Savith would normally be, but there are more pressing matters at hand. **They will not. I will see to it.** If he must holding a tribe member in the claws of his talonwhip to secure their healer's talents. The certainity of that is what he holds firm to. **You will be healthy for this, and the child will come to no harm because of Her inaction.**

Larias takes another long drink of water from the skin, then holds it out in Voleks direction, "If you're thirsty, there is enough for us all I believe." She doesn't need to hog it after all - how many rivers between ehre and Lost Holt?

Quite a few, but after this stop, Savith doesn't plan on making any more. Not until they've reached their destination. He doesn't comment, but gives into the fatigue and sits on the ground as well, mumbling, "Need anything else, Larias?" We can't stay too long, even if he would love to nap right now.

You sense in a locksend, Larias sighs mentally, ** You will do nothing untowards to them, correct? If you and me arguing causes a fainting spell, I can't imagine what would happen if I had to fight you to protect the wolfriders. ** Ahh, so she could hear that unsent thought, that someone could become hostage to gain the aide of a Healer if they weren't amicable to the idea right away.

You locksend to Larias, Savith almost grumbles. **No,** he finally consedes. **I'll play nice, if you need. But I fully plan on leaving you on birdback until they agree ...** or you fall over. Though he vows not to let that happen, as best he can. **... Not that I don't want you near to fight against,** he tries to be lighthearted, **as the high ones know, it seems that's all we're good at doing, but if they start hostile, I'll not want you in harm's way.**

Volek turns a little and glances a bit into the distance. He takes a deep breath and smiles.

You sense in a locksend, Larias laughs rather lightly in her mind, though it doesn't even manage to bubble out as it might if she were more awake, ** It would be more convincing for them to see me right away... To know, your words were true, as their own eyes can't lie to them. If anyone should remain on bird back, its poor Llune, she's not used to such conditions. **

Larias covers her mouth as she finally gives into a yawn. Nodding once, "Yes - a nice long nap is what I could use. Other than that, I don't think so." Her eyes once more drift over towards Volek, whom she offers a smile, poor youngin, getting roped into this.

You locksend to Larias, Savith ahs... That makes him nervous but.... **You have a point, but...** KNowing Savith, he'll give in, but he won't be happy. AH! Here's an excuse, **You shouldn't ride the bird I'm on, and Llune can't be on bird back alone.** See. He'll just have to... wait. GAH! He can't go down now either!

He's been roped into worse. The plains, remember? He was what, 6? 7? Poor thing. Savith stands and gets a bedroll off the bird for Larias, "A few hours only. Time is short." And he's even willing to float her aloft, to let her sleep.

You sense in a locksend, Larias smiles into her sending, tiredly amused, ** The answer is simple. Land outside their Holt. Without the birds. And walk - not glide, into their Holt. or at least to their scouts - we will be seen and stopped no doubt. Coming to them for aide, we ask permission before walking onto their land. If this is to work, we will have to do this the right way, to the Mountain way. **

Volek blinks a little eyes wandering about the surroundings. This is probably one of the least intersting of his quests. From the plains to Sorrows end, to the time where he was captured, and cacooned, only to awaken to the idea that he'd never see his father again. Then fleeing from strange creatures in the plains.... So far, this is hardly eventful

You locksend to Larias, Savith grins, **Well, there goes the idea of dropping in at the Father Tree and calling them out.** He jests, surely, but there's a hint that it's almost serious. **I've approached wolf-holts before. I will play by their rules.** As best he can.

Larias moves to the bedroll, her steps, and yes, she does walk with feet on the ground, are slow and measured. With care, she lays down on the bedroll after its laid out, stifling a yawn. ** You should rest too Savith. You've gotten less sleep than I have. ** She turns her head to look over at Volek, so different already from the 10 turn old elf she met on the island, ** We are in safe hands. ** Altogether to trusting larias has become, thisis what pregnancy does to an elf.

Savith kneels by Larias to see she is made comfortable and just nods to her send at him. Yeah, he'll sleep, later. Standing he looks to Volek. "Tell me how you would stand guard, the shift you'd use." If he likes it, he'll run with it. Saves him the trouble of thinking it over himself.

You sense in a locksend, Larias drowsily replies tothe sending, body ready to fall asleep, even the child is unusually quiet after the stressful flight, ** Together we'll manage... and perhaps, end up in a comfortable warm den, though I can't imagine any large enough for us to stand in. **

You locksend to Larias, Savith tries to eae your mind gently to sleep, **I'll have to ask the treeshaper to make it larger then.** See, he can be lighthearted.

For no apparent reason, as Larias begins drifting off to sleep, she actually smiles. Where Llune will likely be to scared to sleep, its easier to drift out here, with a fresh breeze, open space, and two guards watching over.

Savith stands as Larias drifts to sleep and regard Volek, "How would you assign us to guard duty, Volek?" KNowing that Savith's about ready to fall over himself.

Volek nods his head once. ** Well, as seeing that one maiden is with young, and the other is unused to this atmosphere, That leaves you and I as the lookouts. I shall go on watch for now for the first shift. When the sun rises, you can take the next shift... Though, I guess I should ask when you plan for us to leave..."

Savith grins at Volek, and nods. "After a full eight hours. I feel we can spare that much, and Larias need her rest." He gets bedrolls for himself and Llune and sets them up near Larias. "It's a sound plan, though there's one tiny flaw." He straightens from his chore, Llune already falling asleep. He turns to regard Volek, tired eyes more genlte than normal, "Winddance. She can be used as a look out as well, though she'll warn against non-gliders only, so one of us will still need to stand guard with her.

Larias starts to roll to her side, but then, abruptly, she stops, moving one again to sleep on her back. It doesn't take long for her breaths to turn slow and even, deep from sleep - and of course, that light bit of snoring which she seems to have developed since she became pregnant.

Volek turns to the bird and smiles at her. His mind wanders as his expression shifts

Volek locksends ** Do you think we have to worry about more gliders? **

You locksend ** Yes.** His mind is concerned about it. **Very much so. I've not the permission to be out, especially with Larias and Llune. Both should still be in the mountain. No doubt we are missed already, and the others are being sent out to find us. ** to Volek.

Volek locksends ** Hmm, it will be quite an amazing feat if This half-breed child will ever make it to chosen with as much trouble we are getting into *chuckle* **

You locksend to Volek, Savith chuckles faintly, **You will become Chosen. You're far better than I at doing what you're told. I seem to find ways to make trouble.**

Savith chuckles softly and moves to lay down, feeling Larias's exhaustion take over. Ah... can't keep eyes open. **Wake me... in 4 hours?**

Volek nods and floats up to Winddance and pets her fethers softly. He lays his hand, almost in a relaxed, but ready stance ** Aye, I will. **

Savith smiles and nods at Volek's send, and is soo fast asleep as well, finally sleeping fully, now that he's away from Winnowill's prowling mind. So he thinks. Surely, the Lord of Blue Mountain coud find him, if she wished.

Snap Decision

Logfile from TwoMoons - Savith.

Savith flies over, his charge carryed in his arms like a precious jewel, a delicate eggshell made of glass that would crack and shatter at the slightest pressure. Yet, there's an almost impreceptable tightening of his arms, protective, in a way. Reaching the feather pillow, Savith drops to the bed, lowering himself to set Larias downjust as light as a feather on a stray breeze. Never taking his eyes from Larias, he reaches out for the water, a muttered thanks to his mother, as his brows draw together. Once again, he rambles questions, "Why, though? Is something wrong? Does this happen often? I can't think of anything like this happening..."

Llune hands off the water, and sits, limply, behind Savith, lips pressed together, noting every movement in case of more problems. A clanking in the work room tells her the the apprentices are back, good, they can be sent for Winny, *if* necessary.

The color begins to return to cheeks, along with a healthy shade of pink. Larias speaks slowly, obviously choosing her words carefully, "I don't know why," a hand moves to touch her belly, yup, still moving, "And nothing feels wrong, it .. I just, stopped." A frown forms, "Its not happened before, maybe I should have eaten more.. or had some water earlier."

Llune nods at the idea of her.. ah.. peckishness havong some affect

Savith nods. Once the immediate concern passes, his eyes harden again. "YOu should have," he comments, "Next time, eat when you're told." Gah! And just when things were going so well, he opens mouth and stuffs in foot. His eyes trail toward the child, eyes narrowing. A muttered thought, "...maybe we should call a healer, just in case."

Perhaps too tired at the moment, or simply frustrated with herself for appearing so weak, Larias actually manages to bite her tongue rather than offering a curt retort. Instead, she nods, "I will need to from now on I guess." At the thought of a healer (of course there -is- only one accessible at the moment), Larias's eyes close, her color paling slightly, "I'd prefer avoiding that if at all possible."

Llune nods once more, a solemn look upon her face, "Larias, dear," She says, ever so gently, "Your strength is for the both of you, you must give the child a chance of survival..."

Llune stands, embarassed, "shall I get some soup?"

A meek voice responds to Llune's statement, "I know... I know." If her eyes weren't already shut, just to hide the anguish and worry, they would have then. Ahh, a safer question, Larias nods, "I think that would be a good idea."

Llune moves to the hearth and begins preparations for a stew and some warm tea.

Savith watches Larias, but nods to his mother. "Very good idea," he replies in a soft voice. Brows draw up. He's very very considered. Despite Larias's concerns, he's almost tempted to reach for Winnowill's mind, request her aid.

Llune bustles about, talking to fill the silence, "No sense bothering Winnowill - she's very busy, as I'm sure you both know..." A dash of this, scoop of that... "Besides, we'll just get you fed and you'll be fine, especially if you start eating more." The tea steams as she pours it into a small stone mug for you and turns around, "Here, try this."

The tea is warm - not to terribly hot, and lets off a chamomile/lemon grass scent, "This is my favorite."

Pale blue eyes chance opening once again, gaze resting upon Savith for only a moment before looking away towards Llune. A weak and weary smile forms on Larias' lips as the tea is brought over along with simple chatter. She pushes herself up into more of a sitting position then reaches for the mug, "Yes.. yes, I think you're right.. Eating better, should be fine." Not to mention, that means safe from Winny's clutches too!

Savith stands to pace about his mother's chambers, walking a familiar path, much as he once did as a youth when things troubled him. She needs a healer, she does. Just eating better.... He's not sure will fix anything, so late in the game as it is.

Llune Turns back to preparing the soup, "Savith, darling, would you like some soup too? Perhaps you can stir this while I dismiss my apprentices? I'll fetch the wine flask, too, you could probably stand a drink as well as I..." She smiles, that knowing, mindfully-ignorant Llune smile.

Savith hmmms and glances over. Ah... yes. He nods, but stays on the far side of the chamber, reaching for hte soup spoon with his mind, to stir the soup from afar. As always, Llune was good at finding ways to stop Savith from doing anything. Though concentrating on the spoon, he glances at Larias, green eyes troubled.

Larias sips at her tea, hands wrapped around the mug, drawing the warmth from it. A shiver runs up and down her spine, all to easy to feel Savith's worry, only there to add to her own. A private thought drifts from her to her Recognized.

You sense in a locksend, Larias's mind is troubled as well, being light headed is one thing, to have the world go dark, frightening, and only because of this, does she begin to consider acquiescing to his wishes, ** If you ask me too... I will. But I won't like it. **

You locksend ** And for now, your emotions must remain calm. Surely our constant bickering does nothing ot improve the situation,** he replies, mind mulling over something, **I almost don't dare to think it.... ** to Larias.

Llune exits the room breifly, to send her workers home, and fetches the wine skin, stopping only to take a deep drink of it before turning back to her room.

You sense in a locksend, Larias almost amused, ** You have no idea how hard it is to remain calm.... ** a pause, as her mind struggles to lift out of its fog and catch up to all you said, ** what won't you dare think of? **

Savith looks over at Larias, still stirring the soup with his mind at he locksends. At that last question, though, he turns but to his mother, now returned. Arms are folded across his chest, talonwhip on his hip. The muscles at his jaw works, and he does not reply.

Larias remains where she was placed on Llune's bed, sitting upright and sipping at the tea Llune prepared for her. Focussed for the moment on Savith, she seems to be waiting for answer of some kind, but hey, at least she's not pressing him for more of an answer - patience is a virtue after all/

Llune wanders in, carrying the wineskin and escorting Volek, "Look who I found," She proclaims toward Savith.

Savith quirks a brow. He is late, and he knows it. But admitting it is difficult. Instead, he touches Larias's mind again, as tightly lock as he can, using that bond between them to hide.

You locksend ** Do YOU feel the need for A healer? ** to Larias.

Volek walks towards the chambers of the tailor. In his one arm is warpped his whip, a roughly made one made of twisted scraps of hide and what ever else. A roughly carved stone is at the end of it. It is the child's practice item. He follows Llune at a respectful distance as he sends a small smile to his teacher. Late or not, there is really nothing the boy would or could say.

Larias sets the now emptied stone mug down, letting out a light sigh, "Honestly I don't know what I need. I've not done this before." As Volek makes his entrance, Larias nods to him, hmm, perhaps sitting in bed isn't such a good idea. She pushes herself up to a standing position, a tad wobbly on her own legs until she lifts into the air, to hover an inch or two off the ground.

Llune moves to the soup and scoops some into a dish, placing it on the low table around which soft bean-bag-like cushions, "Eat dear, perhaps it will help."

Savith tenses as Larias wobbles. The hint that he's so close to flying to her side. Ah, but good control he has, for now, and he stays on his feet across the room. In the hearth, the ladle stirs the soup slowly, moved as if by an invisible hand. As Llune's hand grasps the ladle, Savith leaves off stirring. He nods to Volek, and seems to be chewing on a knot of a problem. "Volek. How fares Winddance?" An odd question.

Larias makes her way to the low table, and, after studying the seats carefully, she slowly drops onto one of the chairs - thank the High Ones flight is so versatile, else pregnant as she is, she'd never manage to get down and back up again. A sigh as she finally settle sin, unable to quite reach the table, she brings the bowl to her with but a thought, "Again, thank you Llune."

Llune sits at the table, pouring a glass of wine for Savith and herself, "Would you care for anything, Volek?" She inquires, waving all to sit and relax, please.

Volek slides his glance to take in the surroundings. He returns Larias' nod and gives her a respectful smile. The lad is somewhat building a shell around himself, as he dosen't quite speak as much. More-or-less, speaking when spoken to. He slides his whip into it's place at his side and gives a slight headbow to Savith. "Winddance is doing well. I've been tending to her for a while." He takes to the air himself, drifting a few inches abouve the ground, ** Thanks, but no. I am doing well. **

Llune nods and relaxes into the cushion, surveying her guests, sipping her wine.

Savith nods to Volek, a thoughtful nod, with pursed lips. His eyes take stock of Larias. She's getting heavy, and can't make too long of a trip. It make things worse. But she won't trust the healer here. -sigh- What is an elf to do?

Larias spoons a few bites of the soup into her mouth, after which she sends the bowl back onto the table. She's eaten, yup! Her eyes close again, though she doesn't sleep, instead she listens to the light bit sof chatter going on.

You locksend ** More. ** to Larias.

Llune picks up the bowl mere moments after Larias has set it down, "If that's all you wish, have a few more bites for the little one."

First blue eyes open and look at Savith, but then Llune is on her too. Larias sighs and nods, voice sounding defeated, "If I have too..."

Savith's reply is cold, "YOu do. Now eat." Ah... as abrasive as always.

Llune nods , more seriously than Llune could be imagined to be, "Yes, you must, please, for the sake of your child?" Appealing to one's smooshy lovey side, as always.

Volek remains quiet for the moment, observing, as he always does, knowing, perhaps, more than he should, but not speaking. Though, his brows furrow for a moment while Savith isn't looking.

Like a good little glider, Larias takes the bowl of soup once more, and with a look of nothing short of determination, begins eating it. There is no joy in tasting, no liking of what she's eating, quite the opposite, she looks as if she may be sick, but, she eats.

Llune refills Larias' tea glass, motions Savith towards his, "Or do you need to conduct your lesson, Savith, my dear?"

Volek lights his expression as Llune speaks of his lesson.

Savith watches Larias eat, eyes narrow. Only when she's eaten the whole bowl will he lift his gaze from her. He glances at Volek, "Sadly no. The winds are no longer right for it." A likely excuse. Now he's got to make preparations. "But my shift is begining. Perhaps, Volek, Larias and Llune here can talk you through some things. Larias was once Chosen herself." A pointed look is given Larias, "And surely not all her lessons were forgotten."

Llune blushes, "I can't give many lessons, save for the care and construction of clothing, or perhaps a bit of harp music or astronomy... We could move to my workroom, if you'll need a little more light."

Volek simply nods. He is dedicated to his lesson, on the inside he is angry, almost cut as the lesson is passed. But as the good student he is, he does not complain. "I shall look forward to tomorrows lesson then."

Savith glances at Volek, a brow faintly lifted. "I shall endevor to make it memorable," he replies. Whatever that means. He glances at Larias, and makes his decision, now, before he goes to see WInnowill, so he doesn't dwell on it in her presence. "If you'll see to it our bags are packed for a turn's journey," he states, then looks to Larias. Wanted or not, a healer you'll see, soulmate. "we'll leave in a hand of days." No sense waiting.

Once the entire bowl is eaten, Larias sends it to the table. At Savith's words though, her brows purse, "I.. will.." Uncertain, she's no clue where they're about to head off too. She swallows, High Ones what is ging on now!

surprise registers on Llune's face, "So soon?" She grows paler than normal...

Llune says "I must finish those projects and equip you with a few more items... and some clothes for the child."

Savith sets a hand on Volek's shoulder, "Let me know you've packed everything." Well, that worked out rather well. "And mention this to no one." He glances at Llune, "Now or never. I can not sit by as Our Lord does nothing." He shakes his head, "Larias will help you, bring only what you must. For now, I must not think on the matter further." With that, he turns and flies off, toward the Main Hall and his guard duty of Winnowill or, as has been of late, an empty throne.

Llune looks from face to face, noting the expressions, "What?" She turns to Larias, "Help me what?" She slumps into the seat beside her.

Eek!! What was that?

Logfile from TwoMoons - Savith.

Llune sits back and watches the two, sipping her wine.

Larias sips once again at the tea, her shoulders slumping - whatever it was it has obviously left her tired and worn. A glance is given towards Savith, "Occasionally." Simple answer to a simple question.

Savith's face darkens as his arms fold across his chest. His upper lip twitches as he tries not the sneer openning at the infuriating elfess. Like chips of ice, his send drifts tightly from his mind, **That's hardly an answer...**

You locksend to Larias, Savith ends that with a tug at that bond between you and he, **...Larias.**

Larias's eyes lift to meet Savith's for only a second before once again looking down and away. She sips once more at the tea, finding the warm drink soothing. Again she shrugs, "It happens now and again, never more than once a day."

Llune continues to watch the two carefully, as she reaches for the wine skin, resisting the urge to speak - I'll be damned if I butt into everything they argue about - she thinks.

She refills her cup and sips it, watching as the two convers/argue.

NOrmally, Savith would have just nodded, and backed down, but with Larias starting to show nicely, Tsoran grinning coldly waiting for the slightly openning to do Tsoran-type things, and Winnowill itching for a reason to cripple him, he's not about to sit back if there's something wrong. Not being a healer himself, and fighting desperately not to run, as he did with the first two, Savith squares his shoulders and narrows his eyes. "Should I ask our Healer to see what it is," Savith asks coldly, voice dripping. We all know who the mountain's healer is, don't we?

Equally icy, though in her voice one can hear she is worn and tired, Larias responds, "If it becomes unbearable, -then- and only then will I seek the Winnowill out. For now, I, and the child are fine."

Llune 's eyes grow slightly - not noticeably - wider at the mention, knowing the not-so-healing things winny has done to help heal fellow elves, "I know a few elves that have borne before, perhaps they'd have some advice, so we wouldn't have to trouble our lord?"

Savith stares at Larias for several long seconds. High Ones, the urge to ring her neck gets stronger with EACH arguement! GAH! It's Llune's gentle question that makes Savith turns his head slightly, though his eyes remain on Larias. "Yes, that's a good idea, Mother," he replies. Turning, he's had about all he can take of this elfess for today. At least, not without good reason, so he asks Llune, "Did you need anything else?" You know, an excuse ot make him stay? Otherwise, he's certain he can find something better to do. Like go out and kill something.

Llune smiles softly, her best 'calm-down-savith-or-you-know-I'll-give-a-long-mushy-lecture-about-loving-other-things smile, "But darling, you visited me, to drop off your mending... did *you* need anything else?"

If these were an anime, Savith's head would get that cute little teardrop, and his cheeks would turn blue, then there'd be some funny drawing of a pig or something, and he'd fall over. But, this isn't an anime, so instead, the elf almost seems to flinch. Yeah, he did come to visit. Umm... Is there anything else he needs? Ummm... eeerrr... that is to say... that... umm... Well... He really did just want to lament Larias's stubborn attitude and see if Llune could take some sense into her and stuff, cause she's being a pain and does nothing but argue and.... GAH! Why did SHE have to be here? Finally, he turns to look at the door, "..... I guess not." Troll guts.

Llune turns to Larias, "Are you feeling well? Perhaps you should return with Savith to his quarters to rest? Or would you like to rest in my room?"

Larias lifts her eyes to look at Llune as she inquires about where she would like to rest. The elfess sighs, glancing at Savith briefly, then back to Llune, "I'm fine now thank you." Oh how she would like to go back to Savith's quarters, really they are the best in the Mountain so far as she is concerned, but, she'll end up fighting with him won't she? "No.. no I don't think that would be a good idea, I'll find someplace comfortable when I am ready to rest, though I appreciate the offer to stay here."

The refusal is for the best. Hands almost clenching to fists, Savith just turns and makes his way to the door, lifting from the ground to he doesn't stalk or stomp or anything. Besides, it gives him something else to concentrate on, as minimal as it may be for him now.

Llune nods, "Savith, if you would like to dine this evening, my apprentices should have your mending finished, and I would so *adore* your company..." she says, turning to him and glowing with a bright smile, "Or I could bring your mending by tomorrow morning..."

Savith stops midflight. Great. Mom wants him to stay. He ALMOST heaves a sigh, as he turns and moves back to the table. GAH! That smile! Bad Mommy! No fair smiling at a time like this! "Whichever you think is better timing, Mother. I'm certain your apprentices have greater projects than some siple tears and patches to do." He drops ot he gorund lightly, making his way back over to the table. Deep breaths, kiddo. That's it. Deep breaths.

Savith stops midflight. Great. Mom wants him to come back. GAH! That smile! Bad Mommy! No fair smiling at a time like this! "Whichever you think is better timing, Mother. I'm certain your apprentices have greater projects than some siple tears and patches to do." Well, it's not until later, and maybe Larias

Savith stops midflight. Great. Mom wants him to come back. GAH! That smile! Bad Mommy! No fair smiling at a time like this! "Whichever you think is better timing, Mother. I'm certain your apprentices have greater projects than some siple tears and patches to do." Well, it's not until later, and maybe Larias'll be elsewhere. But that thought sets him to worrying about. Elsewhere where Tsoran could get a hold of her. You know, maybe she should have just kept the bird and stayed with the underworlders. *grump*

Larias carefully pushes herself up into a standing position, once more looking between Savith and Llune. "If you both will excuse me?" A pause, though she was actually hoping to talk with Llune about -him-, "I have something I need to attend to." Like what is the question? But really, what a good girl, leaving so Mommy and son can chat.

Llune stands and moves to embrace Savith with a "good-bye, then, for now" on her lips.

Savith rolls his eyes at Larias, stopping to let his mother have her hug. "Honestly, Larias. I just came to drop off mending. You and Llune were obviously in the middle of something." He smirks, "Don't let me have interrupted it completely."

Llune turns to the now mobile Larias, "But Larias, darling, we *haven't* finished! Please stay, but a few moments more?"

Larias turns her eyes fully upon Savith, "I am learning, I have all the time in the world with which to finish conversations that haven't yet begun. You can't interrupt what hadn't yet started," eyes turn to Llune, "And the measuring was finished yes?"

Savith steps back from his mother, a 'see-what-I-mean!' look in his eye. "Certainly Mother will see you measured for much more than just a simple dress, Larias. Stay. I've a child to train anyway." And, Llune promised to talk to him at dinner. So there!

"Fine then..." defeated, and deflated, Larias heaves a sigh. Her eyes close briefly, really, she doesn't set out to irritate him at every word, it just, happens. She remains standing near the stool she had been sitting upon, venturing small talk, "So.. how goes the training of Volek?"

Llune shuffles about to the side, retreiving the tapes to measure Larias with, but listening very closely, so as to be able to throw in positive, calming comments.

Small talk? After all that trouble! Savith's upper lip twitches, threating to sneer. "It goes, as ever," he replies flatly. Fine, we'll play this game, dancing on the edge of terse tempers while not really getting to the root of the issue.

With such an enthusiastic response to her inquiry, Larias nods, her expression fading to a blank look, "I suppose thats good then." Really, she's trying, but its sooo hard, and no cooperation from him either ;p

Llune pipes up, "He seems to be a fine boy, surely he has a more intriguing personality than 'as ever'... Does he know any games? Or jokes?"

Savith quirks a brow at Llune. Always able to get him to talk, this time is little exception, and Savith just shurgs. "We play a few games," he replies, "Mostly geared as training excersizes." Like Catch-A-Chosen! Larias KNOWS that game, first hand. Doncha, Lari! heeheehee....

Llune nods, somberly, "That sounds like fun, doesn't it Larias?"

Llune turns to Larias and smiles, trying her best to encourage kind interaction between the two.

Larias's lips nearly threaten to lift, just the tiniest bit at the corners. Yes, she knows that game quite well, having caught a few in one fashion or another during her short stint allied with the Mountain. She moves as she's directed by Llune so the measuring process can be completed, "I don't know how fun it is, but its is excellent game for specializing skills. I don't suppose Volek has managed to catch you yet, has he?" Savith is, after all, one of the better flyers in the Mountain, and Volek, just learning to extend his abilities.

Llune measures around Larias' ankles, trying desperately to wipe the joyful smile from her face and remain somber, "Yay! They're talking!" she's thinking.

That wasn't a chortle! Nope! Nor was that a faint half-grin! It was all your imagination! Ah, but Savith did chortle in his throat, and nearly grin. "No, he has yet to catch up to me," he replies, tilting his head faintly to blandly regard the measuring process. "But I meant Winddance's favorite, for I spend equal time on birdback with the boy." Is he trying to rile things up again, mentioning hte outdoors again? Maybe not intentionally. He was just being honest. Glancing at Larias, he whistles the scoop-with-talon then grab with beak, and flip up command. "I'm certain you remember that one?"

Larias's cheeks turn a light shade of pink, ahh yes indeed she certainly recalls that one, now at least. And though yes, the thought of going Outside is an enticing one, being tired, sore, and with child, its just not quite as enticing as it usually is. Just the barest hint of amusement enters her voice as she speaks, "I hope he fared better than I did for his first try? Or.. did you demonstrate what to do first?"

Savith nods, seeming to lean against an invisible wall, "Yes, I showed him it's use: to prevent a fallen rider to plummet too far. In case the rider, for whatever reason, can not fly to safety." He purses his lips, "My bond, in particular, is trained to return home should the elf in her talons remain limp. Without feeling motion, she'll not try to toss to the harness."

Llune marks the measuring tape and pretends to continue measuring, though she's actually finished - just to keep them talking nicely...

"Yes.. I think I recall your bond being trained as such though.." Larias's voice tapers off hardly audible though her mouth still moves, her face paling out rather abruptly. She sways forward once, back again, then forward again - until finally, her eyes roll up into the back of her head. Look out below, cause this ones going down!

Savith reacts quickly, as a Chosen is trained to, simulatneously reaching with himself and magic to catch Larias. Only a few moments before he was ready to yell and scream and throw things at her, then he was calm, and actually almost chuckling, and now, he's worried, all over again! True to his calling, Savith flies fast and hard to get to his Recognized's side and scoop her from falling.

Llune gasps and cushions Larias' fall with her own body, "Oh!"

Savith lifts Larias up off Llune, a faint grunt escaping him. He's never carried a pregnant elfess before! He never thought they'd be so HEAVY! Shifting the weight in his arms, he glances toward Llune's private rooms, "Do you hae a place I can lay her down?" His voice, so cold and emotionless before, is alive with concern.

No sooner does she land on Llune, with Savith scooping her up, pale eyes flutter open. A weak bemused and slightly embarassed smile forces its way onto her face, "ooo.. ah. That wasn't very much fun."

Llune stands up, nodding as she inspects her slightly scraped palms

Llune says "Are you all right?" She leads them into her quarters, "Here.."

Savith takes to the air, finding it much easier than walking right now. As blue yes flutter open, he glances down. Though his face he pulls into a hard mask, his eyes and of course, that bond, gives him away - worry and concern. "High Ones, Larias," he breathes, but doesn't let her go just yet. "What happened? Here, lay down. Do you need water?" Okay, maybe the concern is just a bit too apparent....

Like anyone in the arms of someone they trust, even if she is mad at him most of the time, Larias curls against him taking what comfort she can from his close presence - the lsack of arguing is just an added bonus. A languid nod is given Llune, "Yes.. yes I'm fine I think." Her nose wrinkles as blood rushes back to her legs giving an oh so wonder pins and needle feeling from her waist down. She slowly responds to Savith as well, "My legs went lumb, and everything went dark..." She licks her lips, trying to wet them, finding her mouth dry, "Water.. yes, Water would be good." Ok, so she's a little out of it, but hey, what can you expect

Llune's quarters are dark, but upon entering she lights a candle and the room is bathed in a soft warm glow. The walls are covered in thick, soft furs, in most pristine shades of white. The floor is bare, painted with odd shapes in different colors. The ceiling is black, and dotted with tiny silver and gold specks. To the left of the doorway is a long closet-like box, the top of it reaching to about shoulder height. It is topped with a collection of paintings and pretty rocks and dried flowers. To the right of the door is a table and Llune's harp, and in the right corner, behind a screen of woven reeds and feathers, is Llune's soft bed, merely a large pillow filled with feathers. She's already pouring a fresh cup of water, , "I have it," she says, and moves to them.

Savith flies over, his charge carryed in his arms like a precious jewel, a delicate eggshell made of glass that would crack and shatter at the slightest pressure. Yet, there's an almost impreceptable tightening of his arms, protective, in a way. Reaching the feather pillow, Savith drops to the bed, lowering himself to set Larias downjust as light as a feather on a stray breeze. Never taking his eyes from Larias, he reaches out for the water, a muttered thanks to his mother, as his brows draw together. Once again, he rambles questions, "Why, though? Is something wrong? Does this happen often? I can't think of anything like this happening..."

Llune hands off the water, and sits, limply, behind Savith, lips pressed together, noting every movement in case of more problems. A clanking in the work room tells her the the apprentices are back, good, they can be sent for Winny, *if* necessary.

The color begins to return to cheeks, along with a healthy shade of pink. Larias speaks slowly, obviously choosing her words carefully, "I don't know why," a hand moves to touch her belly, yup, still moving, "And nothing feels wrong, it .. I just, stopped." A frown forms, "Its not happened before, maybe I should have eaten more.. or had some water earlier."