THURSDAY, MAY 27, 2004
Logfile from Two Moons - Savith.
Raft Beach - Camp Area - Raft Holt
Beach and forest meets here, and the place is cleared for tents and other forms of shelter. Straight north, you have cliffs stooping down to sharp impassible reefs. Boulders dot the beach there, all the way back to the forest. The beach holds the same characteristic patterns here, as it does all over. White sand with trickles of black. Here, one can enjoy the shades of the palms and coconut trees, or play in the shallows of the water.
Dawn has come, bringing with it the bright array of colors to light up the horizon.
Watersong comes down onto the campsite to see if the guest of the tribe has returned. She's wet from the Waterfall, but is air drying. It's rather late at night as she sashays down from the forest in her bare feet.
After the flight with Firestorm, Savith has sent her off to rest while he stayed awake, unable to sleep. Finding Winddance's perch cold and unyielding, the Chosen opted for the fireside. His eyes upon the flames, the CHosen seems lost in thought.
Watersong smiles, "Calm tides Chosen. How are you doing tonight?" She comes up opposite of him so he can see her by the fire light, "Might I join you?"
Green eyes blink a few times as Savith pulls his gaze from the flames. His gaze settles upon the friendly Watersong. "I am well," he replies, a light shrug and a shake of his head his only answer to her question about her joining him.
Watersong smiles as she sits down by the fire, "How was the manyteeth steak? Did you enjoy it?" She asks as she folds her hands on her legs as she is sitting with her legs folded under her demurely.
"It was most filling," the Chosen replies, eyes upon Watersong as she sits by the fire. "Thank you again for bringing it. I was most thoughtful."
"I'm glad that you enjoyed it. I can make another one for you while you stay here. I don't mind. I enjoy cooking, almost as much as I enjoy making music." Watersong's eyes light up as she talks about music. "So besiding doing your Lord's bidding what do you like to do?"
Savith quirks a brow at the question. "My Lord's Will," he replies. His voice is flat in tone, though his eyes remain attentive and curious. The offer of cooking recieves no comment. Merely, it is just filed away for later.
Watersong ohs, "So that's all you do? It must be boring, but each to their own. I couldn't do that all day. I'm always singing or humming, even if it's not out loud."
Savith just nods. For a heartbeat he waits, not giving a reply to Watersong's comment about how boring it must be. With nothing more to say, he turns back to the fire.
Watersong continues to chatter on, not minding Savith's silence, just gives her more chance to talk, "Do you have any family? Or squirts? That's children if you didn't know. I have one, but he's with is father in the plains." She sighs wistfully, "I miss him sometimes, but they were happy in the plains and I am happy at the ocean."
Savith would have replied, but Watersong just kept right on talking. So instead, the Chosen slides his eyes frm the flickering firelight again to regard Watersong.
Watersong looks to Savith and waits for him to reply to her question, "Is that a no?"
"A no about what," he asks in reply. His head tilts faintly in question, like a bird looking at something sideways might.
Watersong giggles, "About having a child silly? Or is it just you all alone at the Blue Mountain."
Savith ohs softly, licking his lips before replying. "I have four, actually." And they all say that the mountain is stagnant! HA!
Watersong oh mys, "Four. Oh I can't imagine that. One was a handful enough. I certainly hope they were spaced out."
Savith's head rocks side to side. "You could say they were," he murmurs, turning his eyes back to the flames. His eyes narrow faintly as the conversation brings to mind a few things, and he stops to think them through.
Watersong ahs, "I'd imagine so. So how long are you going to be here? Is it a long visit like that of your watershaper?"
The voice once again draws Savith from his reverie, and the Chosen turns his gaze back to Watersong. "My stay will be as long as it must be in order to deliever my message and recieve a reply. No more, no less." He pauses than, as if selecting the right words to say. "No," he replies finally.
Watersong looks wistful and put a finger to her lip to tap it gently, "Too bad. That large bird of yours is certainly useful for catching manyteeth. Or so I have heard the hunters talk about it."
Savith nods, an almost smirk playing across his features. "That she is. I do plan on huntnig a little later, or at least scouting the waters for any small manyfang we can collect. I dislike being aburden to tribes I visit."
Watersong waves her hand at him, "Oh pasha, you are not a burden on the tribe. It's an honor to have you here."
That recieves a snort from his nose and a nearly full-fledged smirk, all while his eyes return to the flames. "Not all share your pinion, and so I tread lightly." As Ordered.
Watersong shrugs, "I never cared what other's thought as long as I'm here I'll make you feel welcome."
Savith dips his head at Watersong as he replies, "Very nice of you, thank you." Then his eyes return to the flames.
Watersong smiles, "You're welcome. I don't mind, if you need anything just ask." She looks at the flames and holds out her hands to warm them up before she rubs her arms.
Savith nods to the offer. The night is pleasant for him. Then again, he's in a gull glight suit, and so, when he spots Waterson gtrying to warm herself, he eyes an extra blanket he brought. "If you're cold," he begins. "I have an extra blanket you can borrow for now."
Watersong smiles, "Why thank you." She moves over to him to get the extra blanket and she wraps it around herself before sitting back down. Watersong looks up, "It's a beautiful night out."
As Watersong agrees to the blanket, Savith's mind reaches for it, and brings it to her, meeting her halfway. Once she's settled witht he balnket, he removes his mental hold over it, eyes returning ot the flames. "Hmm, yes, it is," he replies, somewhat distractly.
Watersong looks back at Savith, "Is something wrong Savith? Did your reunion with your daughter not go as you thought it would?"
Oh! That brings Savith to the present. The CHosen stiffens, and turns cold green eyes upon Watersong. "What makes you think it was my daughter," he asks, lifting a brow. "We gliders must all look a like to you, hmm."
Offshore, there's an elf capering in the nighttime water as if it's midday, chasing the ripples of moonlight and starshine across the water without much purpose beyond simple movement.
Watersong wells, "The way you two were carrying on it certainly seemed like it. I could be wrong, I've been wrong before." The noice of the capering distracts her, "Who's out there?"
Savith hmms softly, not replying. At Watersong's question, Savith turns and looks out to sea, eyes narrowing.
After a few momoments more frolicking, the elf in question seems to notice the audience and the fire and waves. **Gentle currents!** Definitely Sandspur. He dives again, but surfaces -- eyes and nose only -- not far from the shore, looking curious.
Watersong smiles, ** Calm tides Sandspur. How are you doing? ** She looks to Savith, "It's just Sandspur."
Ah. Sandspur. Savith eyes the happy-go-lucky elf, eyes curious as well, as he sends his reply. **Clear skies.** Sittign by the fire, they are, and Watersong wrapped in one of Savith's blankets.
**Just swimming. There's a baby boatback out there.** The Raft tribe's resident bit of flotsam bobs in the waves a few moments more, then wades up onto the beach, wringing out his hair and shivering just a little in the night air before he hunkers next to the fire. He tilts his head at Savith. **Have you talked to the chief yet?**
Watersong opens the blanket for Sandspur, "Care to join me? You wouldn't want to freeze. I'm sure Savith wouldn't mind if his blanket got a little wet. I'll hang it out to dry for him if he does."
Savith watches Sandspur makes his way toward teh firesie, shaking his head as the other elf draws near and asks about the chief."I admit that I hav enot, but I have been here but little, and so can wait longer." At Watersong's offer to Sandspur of his blanket, he blinks once. Emotions hard to read ont he Chosen, he replies in a flat even tone, "As you like."
Sandspur blinks and glances from side to side. Finally, he shrugs and shakes his head, simply stretching out full-length by the fire. **I'll dry instead. Then you can salt me and put me in the storage dens as well,** he open-sends, teasing. He plunks his chin down on his palm and regards Savith with grey eyes gone amber in the firelight. **Do you like it here? Do you think you'll stay?** There's an odd undercurrent to that open sending -- or perhaps just odd because foam-headed Sandspur rarely has an undercurrent of anything going through his mind. All his emotions tend to rise to the surface.
Watersong chuckles a little bit as she rewraps herself, "Promises, promises." She turns to listen to Savith's responce as she stretches out her legs and wiggles her toes near the fire.
Savith returns Sandspur's scurtiny firmly, with an unworried look. "I must say no," he replies. "I have my Orders,and once fullfilled, I must take my leave."
Though he makes no send, the look of disappointment on Sandspur's face gives away his opinion on that course of action. He switches to speech. "But it's such a long journey. Doesn't your bird have to rest some more?"
Watersong shushes Sandspur, "Chosen Savith has very many important things to do. His bondbird is very strong and I'm sure she is rested enough even if he had to leave at a moment's notice."
Sandspur looks puzzled. "'Chosen'?"
The disappointment from Sandspur makes Savith nearly chuckle. The expression ends up a smirk on his features, as he shakes his head softly. "Rest or not, My Lord's WIll is my own," he replies. He pauses as Watersong seems to chides Sandspur, and a brow quirks as he wonders just what Watersong knows about gliders and their bondbirds. After all, he made no mention as to what his hawk was called, at least, not to her. Sandspur's question recieves a nod. "Yes. I am Chosen of Blue Mountain, Chosen out of the rest to Protect, Provide, and Serve."
Watersong has been asking around about the glider Savith from other Rafters. She smiles as she listens to Savith explain what the Chosen do. "See it's very important."
Sandspur sighs pitiously. Even his sharp eartips seem to droop. "Will we get to hunt again before you leave?" he asks, his voice wistful.
Asking about, huh? Well, if she had been asking about, it's a miracle her view of him is as bright and pleasant as it is. Granted, he's been polite the last view times he was here, but still. There are too many in this holt that know of the horrorific things a Chosen can do that can spread rumors about him and his baby-snatching ways. Savith flicks a glance at Watersong, before replying to Sandspur, "Most certainly. I was planning a hunt during the day, for a manyfang to provde the tribe with." Like he said earlier, he does so hate to be a burden.
Watersong chose only to believe the good stuff she heard about him, putting the other stuff to misunderstanding and overactive imaginaitons. She smiles at Sandspur, "Maybe if you ask nicely Savith will take you with him."
Sandspur brightens slightly. He was hoping that they could hunt redbelly again, or something that would take just the two of them, but it was better than nothing. "You'll wake me, won't you?"
Good stuff? Like what? The brawl with Shadows where he tore up the wolfrider? The time he flew away with the nweborn Amber? Or what about the constant tailing of the glider refugee Larias? Or the time he nearly skewered an expectant mother with a spear while she was about to drop her child? So many 'good' things to say about Savith. Really, pray tell what good things were said about hte Chosen? After all, he's just playing with Amber and being nice to her when he visists so later he can steal her away and make her thing it was her choice. He nods to Sandspur, "I shall, if you are within send's reach, but I do not think you should join me on a hunt for manyfang. It is a dangerous hunt, to say the least." And Winnowill would BEAT him if he screwed up Raft relations. "If that hunt turns up nothing, I would be willing to hunt redbelly with you again, however."
Well how good a hunter of manyfang he is for one and there is other good stuff to be said about Savith, Watersong just can't remember it right now, not that she ever let that bother her. She nods approvingly and keeps quiet for once as the subject is about hunting something she doesn't know much about.
Sandspur actually sulks a little. "I've hunted manytooth before. Are you planning to fly out and take one on your own?" His eyes light suddenly, sparking excitement, and he leans towards Savith so far he almost unbalances. "Are you hunting from birdback?"
As Watersong stays quiet, Savith focuses upon Sandspur, the excited youth getting a smirk. "I am, indeed," he replies. "To both, hunting manyfang alone, and hunting from birdback. It is the way way to bring in the catch."
Sandspur all but has his chin on Savith's knee at this point. "You know, I don't weigh all that much and Watersong *did* say your bird is strong..."
Savith eyes Sandspur as he practically puts his chin on his knee. But the Chosen refrains from pulling back, or making any sort of motions. Rather, Savith just regard him and replies, "It is not your weight the concerns me, but rather your safety. I would have to divide my attention between you and the hunt. Something that could get us both killed."
Watersong continues to listen attentively to the two males talk about hunting manyteeth. She yawns a little and covers her mouth with her hands before she snuggles down into the blanket that Savith has lent her.
Sandspur sighs and wishes he was better at this cajoling business, but this is as good as he gets at clever speaking. "What? I would fall off into the water at worst."
"And into the mouth of the manyfang, at best," Savith replies, shaking his head. "It is a risk I can not take. I will not hunt manyfang with you astride my bird." Of course, that says nothing about just flying about on the bird's back...
Watersong looks to Sandspur, "You're hide doesn't need any more scars on it Sandspur."
Sandspur blinks and looks down at his scarred chest. Oh yes, those. Well, it is true that he doesn't have that much hide left, but still...flying! With Savith! On the bird! Waaah! All the same, he heroically refrains from kicking the sand and going into a full-on pout. "Oh, very well. I'm not going to hope you come back empty-handed, Savith. And I'd still like to know when you leave."
Savith nods, and is rather glad Sadspur didn't ask for a joy ride. His orders to be polite might have forced him to say yes. There's little danger in it, after all.. At least, none for Sandspur. Saviht, on the other hand, would have immediately been assumed to be flying away with Sandspur... Okay, so Savith would have said no anyway, but STILL! He'd have thought about it, and it's the thought that counts, right? "I'll send for you, or you can listen for my whislte. It's loud enough to be heard clearly for quite a distance."
Watersong smiles and nods, "I hope you have a good hunt Savith and come back with as big a manyfang that your bird can carry." She looks up, "Still it would be nice to ride up in the cloud. Not that I would want to Savith. It would be nice, but I would perfer to keep my feet on the ground."
Sandspur rests his head on folded arms and sighs deeply enough to stir his salt-and-water weighted hair off of his eye. "It must be exciting to fly, though, Watersong. And imagine how much of the world you could see from that height! It took me days and days to reach my island, but I'll be Savith could be there in an eight of hours."
Savith grins smirks, and turns his gaze back to the fire. Finally! His face shows some emotion. And that emotion is pride. Yeah. Flying is da bomb. He won't trade it for anything in the... okay, maybe ONE thing, but let's not go there. Not a pleasant place to be. INstead, Savith sits smugly, watching the fire eat at the logs.
Watersong shrugs, "Maybe so, but I like looking at the world from under the water. The sky is only blue because the water is blue."
Sandspur tilts his head to one side. "What?"
Savith's brows lift faintly a she sits silently and listens to the conversation. But his thoughts stray, and he finds himself cold despite teh flames, and so, a frown forms. He should go back to his bird's nest, and force himself to rest. Especially if he's going to be hunting tomorrow.
Watersong looks over at Sandspur, "I like looking up at the world, not down at it."
Sandspur still doesn't think it makes sense, but nods. "Savith...are you all right?"
Savith hmms, and looks over at Sandspur. He asks the question honestly to himself first, taking note of what's going on. No, he's not fine. How much will that new hatchling change while he's away? It's heartbreaking, despite the fearful thrill that meeting Firestorm was.But to Sandspur he nods, averting his eyes as he out rights lies, "I'm fine. I think I'll retire to my nest now, in preparation for my hunt in the morning." Oh, but standing is a good excuse to avert ones eyes, and so, he stands.
Sandspur sits up. "All right...sleep well." He grins. "Don't forget me!"
Watersong yawns and stands up, "I think I'll go back to the rafts as well." She unwraps and carefully folds the blanket, "Thank you for the use of your blanket Savith." Watersong holds it out to him.
Savith takes the blanket, with his HAND this time!, and nods. "Sleep well," he murmurs to Watersong, eyes cast down to hide the troubled glint to their hue. His mind collects the rest of the bedding he brought down to the beach, haivng thought to nap out here, by the lapping waves. "A difficult thing to do, I assure you, Sandspur," Savith replies, lifting himself from the ground as he collects all hs blankets.
Sandspur watches him go, then settles by the fire again. "You go ahead, Watersong. I'm not tired."
Savith flies to the cliff without another word, mind, body, and soul aching for his lifemate, and the feel of their two hatchlings in his arms. Seeing Firestorm today made him realize just how alone he is when out on a mission. Shivering with a sudden chill as he drops to a landing, he coos at WInddance, pats her gently and covers himself, half sitting half laying aginst his hawk. 'Larias... I hope you're dreaming well,' he thinks to himself, hoping she can hear him, as he closes his eyes and focres his body to rest.
