Log Date: September 29, 1996
Log Cast:
	Zichri/Elloquen, Karga
Log Intro:
	The son of Azeure and Alorn, Zichri, has undergone a startling
change in Blue Mountain: he has had imposed upon him a kinder, sweeter
personality, and has been shaped as well, his black hair turned to blond,
and his features made gentler. But his memory has not vanished.
	In the meanwhile, the human girl Karga, who had been adopted for
a time by Zichri's mother Alorn, has remained solitary in the forests
west of the Hoan g'Tay Sho village and the Ravenholt, sharpening her hunting
and fighting skills. Karga intends, when she deems herself ready, to go
to seek out and slay the wolf-demons who killed her parents.
	But the arrival of the changed Zichri gives her something else
to think about....

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Elloquen makes his way through the trees from the southeast.
Elloquen has arrived.
Elloquen floats in quietly.
Elloquen looks at you.

Down on the ground, in the middle of a small, rough clearing, Karga practices 
  with her spear, feinting in repeated jabs at an unseen opponent.

Elloquen stops nearby and watches.

If she notices that an observer has come up the shore, Karga gives no sign of 
  it; indeed, the young woman seems intent on slaying her invisible enemy. Her 
  black braid flaps from side to side, and her limbs glisten with sweat, oddly 
  sparkling in the cool air.

Elloquen tries with his best human sounding accent "Hello"

Karga whirls, then, snapping her entire body around. Her spear comes up into a 
  defensive posture, clenched in her five-fingered hands.

Elloquen
The young male glider before you stands about 4' tall, and is very slender. 
  Although his face is remarkably like his father's, it is softened, and his 
  large night blue eyes peer out at you from beneath a mass of windswept sandy 
  brown hair. It reaches his shoulders, where it lays gently on a long, loose 
  fitting white tunic of soft white cloth. Threads of silver have been 
  artfully woven into the garment, and also into his lightweight breeches of 
  the same color.
Carrying:
rock

Elloquen is in a very relaxed and calm stance...

Karga stares down at the shorter creature, noting ears, hands... and she 
  frowns. "<What do you want with Karga?>"

Elloquen says "<I just happened to notice you as I was taking a flight>""
Elloquen says "<As I saw you I just wanted to say hello>""

Karga's spear doesn't budge. "<You are a Floating One,>" she says, 
  suspiciously.

Elloquen nods.. "<And you know who I am>"
Elloquen says "<You once may of considered me Zichri.. but I am Elloquen now.>"

The human's amber eyes flick suspiciously over sandy hair, blue eyes -- and at 
  the identification the elf offers, her face shifts, startled, through 
  startlement to deeper suspicion. "<You do not look like Zik-ree!>" she 
  snaps, warily. "<And you do not talk like him! What Floating One game is 
  this?>"

Elloquen says "<I have changed... but I was Zichri... that is over now and I'm 
  different.>"
Elloquen says "<You remember those tricks I played on you.>"
Elloquen says "<You remember when I tormented you as my mother wanted us to get 
  along.>"

Karga scowls, troubled by this -- since when was Zichri so... small? in 
  comparison to her? "<You say nothing the other floating ones could not have 
  taught you to say,>" she growls.

Elloquen says "<True.. but I have left my evil ways... and I would like to 
  apologize for those mean things I did to you.>"

[Karga boggles at this, but does not get a chance to say more, for the
 bizarrely changed elf she once knew as Zichri withdraws. End log.]