WEDNESDAY, MAY 26, 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.
It is the dark of night, with little more than the two moons and a sparkling of star to light the way for one and all.
As the midday sun moves toward the western horizon, a Raft's visitor can be found returning from the waterfall side pool, where he cleaned off travel grime. That done, and in a clean uniform, Savith floats down from his bond bird's perch on the cliffs above. Last time Savith was here for a visit, Amber was born. Since then, the CHosen has stopped by twice, mostly for a hunting trip. Each time, he's managed to spend a few hours with the cubling, intent on whatever game she is playing at the time. It's dinner time, and not yet having completed his business here, Savith considers whistling for his bond, WInddance, and heading out over the ocean in search of a small manyfang to bring in for himself and the tribe. Peace offerings are always a good thing.
Watersong comes walking up to the campfire, her hips swaying back and forth. She has a plate of cooked meat and a waterskin. She smiles at the visitor as she sees him, "Calm tides, I thought you might be hungery, I brought you some manyteeth steaks."
Streak's steps are light as the elf darts up the beach, little puffs of sand rising with each footfall; her steps slow abruptly as she catches sight of the visitor and Watersong's approach. A few tentative steps bring her over towards the pair, her sending curious as she wonders, ** You are... Savith? **
Savith never expected such a welcome, and it causes the Chosen to blink a few times, then clear his throat. "I am, actually," he replies to Watersong. "I was going to go hunt, but it seems the kill has been brought to me." And cooked, his eyes notice. He almost grins. At the touch of his name, his face and eyes trns to Streak, as the CHosen nods. "I am."
Watersong smiles as she sashays over to Savith and holds out the plate for him. "Well here you go. You are a visitor after all. I also have a skin of wine if you'd like some. I have a cup and untencils as well for you." She looks over at Streak and smiles at her before turning back to Savith.
Streak's lip quirks wryly as she watches Watersong undulate over to the Glider, clasping her own hands behind her back as she studies him with unashamed eyes, lingering on the sheer height of the flier. ** Be welcome, then, as Watersong has offered... I'm Streak. **
From the tree line drifts a form that has become a somewhat normal sight for those of the tribe, the tall redhead known as Firestorm who has at last regained her full strength. Having been restored her weapons and given free run of beach and forest the half-breed has made many efforts to avoid those of the tribe and stay hidden, or at least alone. It's no secret she doesn't like many others, though she's often in the Chief's company these days. She returns now with a string of fish, spear in hand as always.
Savith lifts his hands for the plate, taking it from Watersong with a gentle nod. "Thank you," he says, "Utensils would be useful." He nods to Streak, and moves to find a seat to sit so he can eat. Firesong enters from behind him, and so Savith doesn't notice her yet.
Watersong opens up the bag at her side and takes out a clean cup, knife and fork, "Here you go Chosen Savith." She smiles at him as she hands over the knife and fork and then pours Savith a cup of wine. Watersong holds it out for him to take when he is ready.
A crease in her brow that settles as her eyes resolve the flicker of movement into Firestorm's entrance, and Streak's mouth tightens almost imperceptibly, tension edging into her limbs. ** I'll let Watersong tend to you--I must go, but I will carry news of your arrival to the others. ** She steps back gracefully, a smooth turn, then her light steps resume to carry her swiftly down the beach and into the sea.
Sandspur has connected.
Savith sends out to Strek quickly, **Your chief, Streak. I must speak with your chief, as soon as possible.** All else is forgotten as he sends.
Streak makes no reply to Savith's send save a wordless assent, her sleek form already diving into the waves.
Watersong opens up the bag at her side and takes out a clean cup, knife and fork, "Here you go Chosen Savith." She smiles at him as she hands over the knife and fork and then pours Savith a cup of wine. Watersong holds it out for him to take when he is ready. (re)
Message delievered, Savith settles back. Nothing left to do but wait. Turning his attention to the meal, Savith pulls out the small knife from his boot to eat with, cutting a bitesized piece and taking a taste. The wine, he glances at, and the cup is pulled from Watersong's hand... by nothing.
Watersong lets go of the cup as soon as she feels the invisible tugging on it. "If you need anything else, just ask Chosen." She smiles as she goes to find a seat, "So what brings you to Raft?"
Savith eyes Watersong a moment, before continuing to eat, sending so he doesn't have to break the movements. **I come at the Order of My Lord to speak with your Chief, as soon as is possible,** he sends. The wine cup is brought to his knee, and held there.
Sandspur climbs out of the surf, smiling broadly as ever. He pauses on the sand, regarding the gathered elves. A string of fresh-caught redbellies dangles over his shoulder. **Well, I'm back,** he open sends. He tilts his head to one side. Firestorm he remembers in passing, but Watersong seems new to him. **Greetings, Savith!**
Watersong looks over at Sandspur and waves to him, "Calm tides Sandspur. How are you doing?" SHe looks back to Savith and ohs, "I see secret chief type stuff."
** What do you want with my Chief? ** comes a defensive, almost posessive send from Firestorm. She eyes the back of the red head, only barely listening in to the conversation, completely missing reference to 'my Lord' and what it could possibly mean, or even the word 'Chosen', though that is a familiar word.
The chatter, even the greeting, Savith seems to only partially acknowledge. It is the send, the defensive feel to it, that catches his attention. Caught mid-bite, Savith turns to look at Firestorm. His head tilts, and he replies. **I want nothing. I must speak with him.**
Sandspur's return send is bright with silent laughter. **I swim away for three seasons, and this is all the greeting I get? Ah, well. I am well enough, thanks to him.** The dripping swimmer drops down on the sand.
Watersong chuckles, "What did you expect? Someone to faint away?" She asks with a smile, "Come join us." She slides over and pats the seat next to her.
Sandspur scoots over to Watersong, wracking his brain trying to remember her. **Thanks.** He holds up his catch. **Redbelly?**
Watersong smiles at Sandspur as she is Splash's and Crest's youngest and cutest baby sister. "Sure, would you like me to cook it up for you."
Firestorm regards Savith for long moments, taking in every angle and stitch of clothing on him and to him, slowly floating back towards the trees, more a motion out of habbit then anything else given she's still holding a spear, and there's a knife tucked into the waistline of her breachs.
Sandspur shrugs. **I've eaten. I had some left and didn't know who else I'd meet.**
Watersong smiles, "Well I'll cook it up and put it in a storage den for later."
She floats. Savith finishes that one last bite, and sets the plate down, one hand collecting the winecup balanced on his knee while the other returns his eating knife to his boot. Ignoring the two raft holters for the moment, Savith glides to his feet. Every detail of Firestorm is taken into account, even.. that knife. **The blade... I wonder where you got it,** he asks, mind soft, almost silken, and yet the interest he shows, that undivided attention, makes it seem.. inky.
Sandspur nods, still smiling. **Have you seen what Savith can do? He went hunting with me...he's fantastic!**
Watersong looks over to Savith and nods, "Yes I've seen what he can do. Magic is very amazing."
Firestorm bares teeth that show slight points, though not nearly as vicious looking as a wolfriders, as she puts her back to a tree. Though her mental voice does not stutter her body language nearly hums with fear. ** I found it. ** For someone so frightened she does well to try and hide it behind her hawk like gaze.
The damp mop of blond hair sprays water droplets all about as Sandspur shakes his head. **Not just the magic! He practically yanked me out of a manytooth's jaws!** An excited, half-jumbled send shares an image of dangling above a shadow in the water.
Watersong holds up her hands to fend off the droplets of water from Sandspur, "Lucky for you. You wouldn't look good with bite out of you."
Sandspur laughs out loud and flops back onto the cool sand. **I don't have that much hide left to sacrifice to manytooths anyway.** He indicates the rough scars along his front. **And I'd prefer not to anyway.**
Faint points? Almost glider tall. Hawkish eyes. So like... Wildstorm.... **Where,** Savith asks, a tremmor beginning in the pit of his own stomch as thoughts race in his mind. 'How old is she? Where did she come from? She's a half-breed, that much is certain, but... Red hair..grey eyes... GREY? Was Clearlight's eyes grey?' High ones... Savith can't remember. A bit of his soul, and he can't remember!
Watersong giggles as Sandspur flops back and she looks down at him, "I'd say not." She winces and raises her hand up to her lips, "Where did you get those scars?"
Sandspur rolls lazily onto one side. His hide and clothing are thuroughly coated in sand, which sparkles in the moonslight. **Drowned a manytooth. Just a little one, though.**
Firestorm faces down Savith for a moment, confused by the questions he asks, she wasn't there, she had nothing to do with what took place. The grip on her spear eases up but her guard doesn't waver as she responds to his question. ** A forest, or what was one a forest till it was destroyed. ** She peers at him now. A glider. Red hair. His eyes though, they're not her's, and even her features are more angled and sharp. Could he be? So many questions unanswered after all these turns.
Watersong turns around to face Sandspur, "How do you drowned a manytooth?"
Sandspur blinks, surprised by the question. **Some of them have to keep swimming in order to breathe. If you grapple one and hold it still, it drowns. They put up a fight though...and they've got skin like sand!**
**The Forbidden Grove,** Savith remarks, eyes studying the half glideress. **I know the are well. It is among the things I must speak to your chieftain about.** 'How long has she been here? Does Ekana know? Fuck! Where /is/ Ekana?' Savith's eyes narrow. Her features are SO angular! Clearlight's must have been.
Short red hair sways. ** I never knew it's name. **, her mental voice responds, still watching Savith, but oddly feeling more relaxed. He does not seem as threatening for some reason anymore, and so she drops her tension as well, even coming forward a little. The two are so alike they could almost be siblings, or perhaps father and daughter. ** I have told my Chief as much of that as I already knew, but I am sure he will welcome any new information you may have for him. **
Savith nods slowly. Everything but the eyes. Grey vs green. Grey eyes just EAT at Savith's memory, but he can't put his finger on it. **You glide,** he comments. **Not many do. It speaks of your hertitage.** Let's see what this does. If it's her, she'll remember... hopefully. Wolfblood does WEIRD things to glider minds.
Watersong ahs a little and nods, "I'd fight too if someone was trying to drown me. I'm glad you haven't gotten hurt to badly. Have you ever tried to drown any of the bigger ones?"
Firestorm stiffens, either through pride of that warriness again. ** I know my hertitage to well, and not well enough. ** What is he hunting for from her, if he does not know, does that mean it's not him, or will her own father not even remember his hatchling.
Sandspur goes eyes-wide and shakes his head again. **I'd wind up a shredded rag on the sand! The little one was a one-time thing. I didn't have a choice.** Again, that wide smile. **Even I know taking on a manytooth with no weapon means red water.**
Watersong smiles back at him, "Unless you planned it right. You could put some rope around a manytooth's tail and tie it to a rock to get him to stop mocing. Hunting manyteeth is very dangerous."
Savith hmms softly, then lifts to the air. **I understand. Come then. When last I saw you, you were a pup, and unable to fly. Let's see what time has taught you, Storm.** It HAS to be her! It hasn't to be... If Ekana lived... why couldn't Wildstorm?
**But not all of them drown if they don't move, just certain kinds. Try that with bottom-feeders and you'll just have a mad manytooth on your hands.** Sandspur watches curiously as the two fliers break off their intense glaring and Savith rises into the sky, wondering what's up.
Firestorm blinks, surprised, but then it dawns on her, you can see it in her eyes. 'It /is/ him!' ** Firestorm... father. ** she corrects, gently, softly, touching only his mind alone, none others need to hear this exchange or know the truth as she lifts into the air to follow him, straining her talents.
Watersong nods, "Probably, I'm a better cook and musician then I am a hunter." She over at the gliders as they life up and leave, "I wonder what that was all about?"
The locksend makes Savith tilt his head... Fire..storm. Makes sense. Most wolfriders change names as they grow older. Father... It is her. It /is/ her. And a shiver runs through him. **Firestorm,** he corrects, then replies. **Once Souldancer, always Savith.** Likewise locked to his daughter's mind, Savith doesn't need to share this with the others. He reaches out a hand, much like he did when he left them in the woods, to die. She can follow now.
Sandspur shrugs, frowning. He feels just a bit hurt that Savith didn't even look his way, but he supposes the visitor has other concerns.
Firestorm takes her father's hand.... and a sense of closure is reached. At long last she has a name, and a face, and .. confussion. He does not seem so horrible as her mother made him out to be, no sneering, no cruelty, but it's him, he knows her, he remembers. ** Savith... may I call you... father. Please? ** she asks him in locksend, her soul yearning for that closeness that only one other would know, but then Firewater isn't here to protect the young elfess.
Watersong smiles at Sandspur, "Would you like to go swimming with me at the Waterfall?"
The shiver settles into a lump at his throat as Firestorm takes his hand. She's alive. All his horrific nightmares, all his guilt... relieved. SHe's alive, and she... she doesn't hate. What hint of warm glimmers into those green green eyes. A tiny tiny smile forms. In locksend, he replies, **Father... you may.** He can't held back the memory of that last time she called him that... when he herd her crying it at the top of her lungs as he left them in the forst.
Sandspur looks over to Watersong and nods, his sunny smile breaking out over his features again. Company is company, after all, and there are other kinds of magic.
Watersong smiles as she holds out a hand to help Sandspur up.
Sandspur lets the pretty one draw him to his feet. "You...were around when I was last here, weren't you? You remember me?"
