Log Date: 6/8/96
Log Cast:
	Ayerth, Karga, Alorn
Log Intro:
	In his efforts to befriend the human child Alorn has brought into
the Mountain, Ayerth takes an unprecedented step: allowing Karga to visit
his chambers, where he hopes to show her some of the ways that elves live.
Nervous at this, as she has been at most everything she has encountered
in the Mountain thus far, Karga nevertheless jumps at the chance to
leave the dour hole in which she's been sleeping, and so, accompanies
Ayerth to his rooms....

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The little human is in awe. . .he can understand a little about what she must 
  be feeling. . .the first time he saw egg, the same reactions. Slowly, 
  cautioushly, he begins showing her the room. the fireplace. . .the large 
  window with it's curtians. . .the paints and brushes. . .he explains them 
  all to her, pausing to answer any questions she may have.
Ayerth says "<Karga have question?>"

Karga frowns lightly, trying to follow the halting explanations, as well as 
  comprehend the words that are unfamiliar to her. The window she seems to 
  grasp, as well as the fireplace, though the skill and beauty of the shaping 
  of both holds her yellow gaze for a long time. The paints are clearly more 
  exotic... and she pokes a brown finger into a splash of color where the 
  paints are kept. She draws up the fingertip and peers at the blue smear 
  there, in wonder.

Ayerth's Room(#7633RJh)
Hidden in the shadows of the grotto is a long winding tunnel. . .at the end is 
  Ayerth's room. When you first enter, your senses are overwhelmed by light 
  pouring into the room from a large opening in the side of the mountain, a 
  window to the outside world. Flanking this window are heavy wooden shutters 
  and thick curtians made of red velvet, designed to block the intrusion of 
  strong winds. To your left is a small alcove. . .Ayerth's bedchamber. A 
  large stone bed layered with furs and pillows of every sort is against the 
  back wall. A fireplace is in the left part of the alcove, and in front of it 
  is a large rug woven from the feathers of the bonds on the nesting ledge. 
  Back in the main room, to your right is a large cabinet filled with clean 
  clothes and a few personal items. Next to the window, where the light is 
  best, stands a small easel and a few rolled up paintings Ayerth has done. A 
  few paints and brushes sit on a small table next to the easel. Scattered 
  around the walls are several torches in shaped stone holders, unlit now. 
  This is Ayerth's home in the mountain.
Contents:
Ayerth
box
Chosen doll
Ty's Painting
Obvious exits:
Grotto <OUT>  

"<Blue. . .Like Sky.> Ayerth says haltingly. A quick demonstration of 
  painting follows. . .he hands a small brush to Karga, has her dip it into 
  the blue paint, and has her draw a slim line down the cloak of the painting 
  he's working on, as a hilight."

For a long moment, the girl stares. "<You make... small floating ones?>"

Ayerth says "<What karga mean?>"

Karga peers at her companion, then at the painted image, fascinated. "<It 
  is... a floating one, like Yrth?>"

Ayerth nodnods slowly. <Is picture of Tylesa. Yrth's friend>

"<Picture,>" repeats the young human, scowling thoughtfully. "<Why?>"

Ayerth says "<So Yrth can remember what she like before grow up.>"

Karga considers this notion, brow furrowed. "<Floating ones grow? From child, 
  to elder?>"

Ayerth nodnods. . ."<Remember Tylesa? Came with me? little with red hair? She 
  child. . .Floating ones grow up like human.>

If the look on her face is anything by which to judge, the human seems to find 
  this an utterly astounding idea. Perhaps giving it weighty thought -- the 
  less kind Gliders might accuse her of requiring time to put any thought to 
  the matter at all -- the child is silent for at least a minute, before she 
  suddenly pipes out, "<Do you get old?>"

Ayerth says "<yes. We get old. . .but no die.>"
Ayerth knows what his words must mean to the little human. . .confusing at 
  least. . .

Karga, however, seems oddly unsurprised. "<You ARE spirits!>" she cries.

Ayerth shrugs. . .<yrth not spirit. . .Yrth just Yrth.>"

[Karga is not quite sure she believes it. But Ayerth, content to not
 press the point, at least for now, lets the girl settle in to investigate
 all of the fascinating contents of his room, especially the paints.
 Perhaps hoping to win her trust, he leaves her be for a time. But before
 he returns, someone else catches up with them....]

Log Date: 6/9/96

Alorn has arrived from the grotto
Alorn has arrived.

Karga is sitting on the floor in the middle of this chamber, squinting 
  thoughtfully at a collection of paints, and experimentally dabbing her 
  finger into them.

Alorn strolls into the room, hands laced together behind her. She pauses and 
  scowls faintly to herself, nodding once when she notices you. Then she 
  raises an eyebrow, watching.

Karga smears colors on a scrap of leather, pondering the results as she does 
  so -- then startling, all at once, when she notices your shadow falling 
  across her. Her head jerks up, and her yellow eyes widen. "<Lrn!>"

The elf looks intently at the leather for a moment before shifting her gaze to 
  you. "<Karga.>"

Karga gets to her feet. Near her lies her ever-present bulky spear, but for 
  once, she isn't hanging onto it with her usual white-knuckled grip; perhaps 
  her guard is down. She offers the color-streaked scrap, and begins, "<Yrth 
  has been showing me his pay-ints...>"

Alorn frowns a little, thoughtfully, and holds out a hand for the scrap. "<Has 
  he, now..>" Again her eyebrow raises, and she glances 'round the room again. 
  "<What else has he been doing?>"

Karga readily hands over the bit of leather, and answers, "<Showing me the 
  wonders here....>" She turns a bit, pointing. "<The win-dow, and the 
  place-for-fire...>"

Alorn turns the thing over in her hand a few times, then switches it off, 
  rubbing gingerly at the paint. "<Mmmmmmmmmmhm.>"

Karga turns back, and tells you, "<He has gone to look for Til-sa, I think.>" 
  Then, her brow furrows, and her gaze turns wary. "<Lrn, have I done 
  something wrong?>"

Alorn sets the leather down and shakes her head. "<No, -you- have not.>"

Ayerth has arrived.

Karga frowns slightly, studying Alorn's expression with a baffled one of her 
  own, and not yet noticing Ayerth's return.

Ayerth halts in the doorway . ..

Alorn stands with her back to Ayerth, watching Karga. Again she shakes her 
  head. "<You haven't even done anything that can't be undone. Others, 
  however, have.>"

The human girl frowns, confused. "<It is... not bad, that I left the dark 
  place?"> Just slightly, her voice shakes.

Ayerth just watches. . .silently. . .

Alorn shakes her head once more. "<No, it isn't. In fact, that in and of 
  itself may be a good thing.>"

Since Alorn's back is to him, Karga may be able to see him. . .he places a 
  finger to his lips and tells her to be quiet. . .

Karga's gaze shifts briefly, past Alorn. For a moment, the girl's brow furrows 
  very slightly; she stammers, then, "<Is it time, for teaching?>"

Alorn tips her head slightly to one side, then nods. "<Yes, I think it is.>"

Karga leans over to pick up her spear, and steadies herself as she straightens 
  again. "<Where... should we go?>"

Alorn leans over to wipe the last of the paint off her fingers, turning her 
  head just a little as she does. Then she straightens. "<Someplace nice and 
  open. This lesson will be about,>" and on that she turns, "<snakes.>"

Karga chews her lip a little, not knowing what is going to happen here...

Ayerth's brow wrinkles. . ."snakes?" he thinks to himself silently. . .

Alorn smiles sweetly at Ayerth, but it is a darkly sweet smile. "<Yes, I think 
  snakes would be most fitting next lesson for you, considering all that has 
  happened recently.>"

Ayerth says "<hello Lrn. . .>"
Ayerth steps from the shadows. . .

Alorn continues to smile, but sends in ice. ** You were told to stay away. **

Ayerth nods slightly. . ."She was lonely Alorn. . .I was simply being 
  hospitible."

Alorn shakes her head. ** It's none of your business, Ayerth. I don't care 
  what you were doing. You. Were. Warned. **

Ayerth turns to little Karga.. ."<H'llo Karga. . .>" then back to Alorn. . ."I 
  apologise Alorn. . .but she sparked an interest in me. . .and she and I have 
  become friends."

Karga nods, slowly, in greeting to Ayerth, as her gaze flicks from his face to 
  Alorn's. Something's wrong here, though she can't put her finger on it....

** Isn't that sweet. ** Alorn doesn't quite walk to toward Ayerth, rather she 
  drifts toward him. ** And too bad. **

Ayerth says "what are you going to do?"
Ayerth backs slightly away. . .a measure of fear in his normally cheerful 
  voice. . .

Alorn drifts still closer to Ayerth, holding out a hand to him. "<Serpents 
  come in many shapes and many sizes, Karga. And there are almost as many ways 
  to deal with them as there are snakes.>"

Ayerth says "< I am a serpent alorn?>""

Karga frowns, again, growing more worried. "<L-Lrn?>"

Ayerth says "<Yrth in trouble Karga. . .bad trouble. . .>"
Ayerth looks at alorn and drifts away. ..

Karga blinks, and cries, "<Why? Why, Lrn? H-he was only showing me the 
  pay-ints, and the place-of-fire...!>"
Karga steps forward, worried, unsure, but not liking the looks the two 
  floating onces are exchanging. The human girl tries to straighten to her 
  full height; she should be brave for this...

Ayerth says "<Karga. . .It Yrth's fault. . .No get you in trouble. . .>"

"<Tell me, Karga? You do not like the demons, do you?>" Alorn moves still 
  closer to Ayerth, her hand moving toward his face and her eyes going cold. 
  "<Do you like those who befriend them and love them any more?>"

Ayerth says "<no WANT to get you in trouble. . .>"
Ayerth nearly falls over in his haste to back away from alorn. ..

Karga pauses, a baffled look drawing her eyebrows together. "<Love... demons?>"

Ayerth says "shadowfox is<not a demon.>"

Alorn nods a little, drifting nearer still to the other glider. "<Yes. And 
  yes, she is.>"

Ayerth finally backs to a wall. . .he can go no further. ..

Karga yelps, horrified, "<He... consorts with the demons?>"

Alorn chuckles softly, watching Ayerth. "<Oh, but he does. He even left here 
  for a time to be with them.>"

Ayerth says "Shadowfox <not demon, Karga. . .>"

Karga stares, gaze flicking between the two elves repeatedly. Not knowing who 
  to believe, she blurts, "<The demons are evil...!>"

Ayerth says "Shadowfox <not of those who killed parents. . .No wolf in her.>"

Alorn starts toward Ayerth again. "<They are evil.>" Again she attemps to snag 
  Ayerth, this time by the chin. ** It's too late for that.. **

Since he's against the wall, he gets snagged. . ."<She not evil. . .Karga. . 
  .Listen to Yrth. . .Yrth no lie.>

Alorn glares at Ayerth, holding him still enough she can make eye contact.

Ayerth suddenly stiffens. . .unable to move

Karga blinks at Ayerth's gasped words, then cries to Alorn, "<Lrn? Lrn? 
  He...>" She trails off, though, as Alorn's prey freezes.

"<He will be fine.>" That said, Alorn focuses on her task.

Ayerth Is frozen still.. .

You say "<Why... why does he not move?>"

Alorn is almost equally as frozen.

A tear trickles from Ay's eye. . .whatever she's doing must be bad. . .

Karga repeats worriedly, "<Lrn....?>"

Alorn still doesn't answer.

Ayerth grinds his teeth. .
Ayerth sinks slowly to the ground. . .

Karga tenses, then, impulsively, steps forward, to jiggle Alorn's arm.

Alorn blinks at the touch, turning her head sharply. "Wha..<what?>"

Ayerth slowly gets heavier. . .as if his gliding were being drawn from him. . .

Karga, clearly frightened, demands, "<What's happening?>"

Alorn touches her free hand to her temple and sighs. "<Ayerth is being..... 
  punished.>"

"<Akkkk. . .>

Karga studies Ayerth, troubled. "<Why?>"

Alorn looks back at Ayerth again, narrowing her eyes for a moment.
"<He cannot seem to stay out of trouble.>"

[Trouble indeed. To be continued; for now, end log.]