Log Date: 11/5, 11/6/96 Log Cast: Ynderra, Myriel Log Intro: Cutter and Leetah have returned to Lostholt, just as the tribe is abuzz with the news that Trouble has become a captive of Doreel in his grove. Thinking by mistake that Strongbow and Skywise had told their chieftain about Trouble's situation, Ynderra, with the help of her twin Myriel, has attempted to give Cutter her own special kind of welcome-home -- but Cutter inadvertantly reminded Myriel of her daughter, and caused Myriel to flee off to her den. Aghast, Ynderra meekly told the astonished Cutter what was going on, and as Cutter went off to talk to Skywise and Strongbow about this, Ynderra has crept after her sister..... ---------- You locksend ** Um...? Myr? ** to Myriel. You sense in a locksend, Myriel mrfs. You locksend ** If you, uh, need me... ** to Myriel. You sense in a locksend, Myriel mrfs. Myriel's Den(#4714RJL) Just big enough to be cozy but not cramped, this den has been shaped with several ledges. One the largest ledge is a big pile of soft, cozy furs, while the others are littered with everything from arrows to leather scraps. Contents: Myriel(#2526PJUXcey) Obvious exits: Out Ynderra peeks into the den from outside. Myriel sits over at the far edge of her den, knees pulled up to her chest, watching you as she comes in. From looking at her eyes, it looks as though she may have been crying. Ynderra, not denied entry, crawls in through the door-hole, and approaches you. Shyly, she opens her arms, offering a hug. Myriel shrugs, not really moving. Well, okay, so she'll come to you. Ynderra does, scooting over and gently laying an arm around your shoulders. Myriel sighs quietly. Myriel looks over at you, laying her head on her knee. Ynderra tugs at you gently, trying to pull you into her arms. ** C'mon, now... ** Her send is very soft, and meek. Myriel sighs quietly, letting herself get pulled, but not responding further. Her hands without their earlier glow, Ynderra cuddles you to her, and simply strokes your hair and back. ** I'm sorry, ** she sends tinily. Myriel slumps into you, half-shrugging. Ynderra's brow furrows; her eyes, though you aren't looking up at them, glimmer over damply. She just hugs you a bit, considering what to say. Finally: ** You know I'll help you. Um, anyway, if you want me to shut up, say so. ** ** It's just... ** she mumbles... ** I mean... ** Myriel sighs. Ynderra softly cuddles. She's gotten a little more substance to her frame, has your sister, since she's had Blaze, but not much. Myriel curls up with you, nuzzling into the side of your neck. Myriel sends, quietly, ** Everyone's been bugigng me about Trouble recently. ** She sighs. ** I thought maybe I'd get to have at least a little fun without someone bringing her up. ** Ynderra offers humbly, ** Cutter didn't know. He said so. I, um, had to tell what was going on. ** Myriel sighs. *But I _wanted_ to go on a roll with my chief.* She pulls away from you, slumping back against the wall and closing her eyes. *Now all I've got is someone else that probably won't leave me alone about her.* Ynderra's face falls a little, but she doesn't force you to stay in her hug. ** You've got, ** she sends softly, ** a sister who's very sad to see you sad, and who'd really like it if you and Trouble both could be happy. I'll go if you want me to, though. ** Myriel shrugs. *You don't have to.* Ynderra persists, ** Do you want me to? I'd be happy to stay or go, either one. Give you a backrub or something, if you want. ** Myriel ummms... "Okay." She takes off her tunic, stretching her half-naked self on the furs on the floor. Ynderra smiles shyly, and settles herself down, sitting daintily across your legs. Her hands start at the small of your back, gently kneading flesh when her fingers touch you. Myriel mmmmmmmms quietly under you, slowly letting out 'er breath. Myriel asks, while you're working... ** Did you and Cutter... ? ** ** Uh-uh, ** answers your sib, as her slender fingers carefully work at the muscles down at the base of your back. She sounds faintly embarrassed. Myriel twists a bit to look up at you. * No? Doesn't seem like you, Ynd. * Myriel half grins. ** You usually finish what you start. **. She then sighs and goes back to her backrub. Ynderra sends, still softly, ** I couldn't exactly turn Cutter into nutmash without you. ** But she does giggle a bit. Myriel hmphs. ** I don't beleive that for a second. ** Ynderra giggles again, gently. ** Well, I could, but it wouldn't be the same, you know? High Ones, I'm not sure I'd quite know what to do with him by myself! ** Myriel mumbles into the furs. "Have fun?" Myriel sighs quietly. Ynderra scritches a bit, and sends, ** Wouldn't be as fun without you. ** Myriel hurmphs. "You join all the time without me." Ynderra replies, unruffled, ** But it's not as fun, either. ** Myriel twists around and gives you a look. *Uh-huh.* Ynderra doesn't bat an eyelash, her blue gaze soft and earnest. Myriel nudges your hand to go back to her back. *Dont' believe 'ya, sis.* Ynderra resumes her ministrations, and clucks her tongue chidingly at you. ** I'm sending, silly. Can't lie in a send. ** Myriel sends openly ** Maybe you're exagerating. ** Myriel sighs quietly. Myriel sends openly ** You gotta promise to bring me along when you actually jump 'em. ** Ynderra leans over and nuzzles your shoulderblades. ** Promise. ** Myriel giggles a little. *You better.* Myriel turns over on to her back, looking up at you. "why won't anyone leave me alone about Trouble?" Ynderra lifts her hands, briefly startled, then lifts the rest of her to let you turn over, and sits down beside you. "Um, well," she murmurs, blushing a bit, "I guess everybody's... really worried about her. I bet they'd be all over me if it were Blaze." Myriel says "Skywise and his group are going to go get her. I trust them... Why the big deal?" Ynderra chews her lip a moment, then says, "I'm going too, by the way." Myriel sends openly ** So'm I, I guess. Skywise was pretty insistant. ** Ynderra tries to smile, again. ** Well, good. I'd miss you! ** Myriel sends openly ** I'm not really looking forward to it. ** Myriel sighs. "I just want everyone to leave me alone." Ynderra's expression goes solemn, and she confides, ** Neither am I. I mean, Timmorn's Blood, I saw how Strongbow looked when the Willowholters brought him home, and I had to get that spider ick out of Dart... ** Then, as you go on, she trails off. Myriel sighs and shrugs. Myriel sends openly ** What's wrong with me, sis? ** Myriel sends openly ** Aren't I supposed to be worried sick? ** Her eyes very liquid, very somber, 'Derra considers, then sends, ** Well... what do _you_ think? ** She goes on, hastily, ** Don't tell me what Skywise thinks, or what Dart thinks, or what Eagle thinks... what do you think you ought to feel? ** Myriel shrugs. ** I mean, I want her to be safe and all...** She looks away... ** I do love my cub.. ** Ynderra lays a hand on your hair, listening quietly. Myriel sends openly ** I don't know what to feel, though. I mean.. What -should- I feel? ** Ynderra wrinkles her nose. ** Oh, Myr... I can't tell you, 'feel this', and have your head just _do_ it... heads don't work that way...! ** She rubs at your hair. For a moment, she looks uncertain, but then she goes on, ** I... I think maybe, maybe you and Trouble have an awful hard time thinking about each other, though, and maybe that kinda keeps you from doing it right? ** Myriel shrugs quietly. ** She does fine without me... I don't need to get in her way, you know? ** Again, your sister nibbles her lip. Then asks meekly, ** What if this time... she's _not_ doing fine without you? ** Myriel sighs. ** She's got good elves going to make sure she is. ** [Ynderra provides what comfort she can, but there's little to be given for her distressed twin. End log.]