Log Date: 5/31/96
Log Cast:
	Karga, exiled human child
	Alorn of the Gliders

Log Intro: Two creature are around and about on the shore of the river
called by some the Shoaltail... or, rather, three, for the bond-beast of
the Glider Alorn assuredly counts. The bird and the elf for two, then,
and for the third, a ragged human child....

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ShootingStar makes her way through the trees from the southeast.
ShootingStar has arrived.

Shoreline near the Shoaltail River
The path here is wooded and dark, yet never silent -- to the north, you can 
  hear the loud rushing of the Shoaltail River. You know the deep waters are 
  west of here, but tangled foliage blocks your view and passage that way. To 
  the north you can see an opening of sort in the trees, and to the southeast 
  the foliage breaks open onto a beach clearing.
The sun is high in the chill winter skies.
Contents:
ShootingStar
Obvious exits:
To the River<N>  To the Beach<SE>

ShootingStar is circling overhead.

Down below on the beach, something scuttles into the trees.

ShootingStar spirals lazily, watching the land beneath her for movement. Like 
  that movement.

Whatever it was, it's vanished into a thicket of bushes and isn't coming out.

Karga, sheltered in the greenery, trembles, peering out up at the biggest 
  bird she has ever seen in her short life. Demon bird, must be, no bird is 
  that big....! With one hand she clutches her heavy spear, and with the 
  other, risks a tiny movement of the leaves, to eye the location of the 
  monster...

ShootingStar continues to circle, her flight pattern taking her off beyond 
  patch of sky left open by the trees now and again.

Maybe the bird will go away? Part of her mind screams that she must continue 
  to hide... but part of her urges that she curse the demon bird, and drive it 
  back to wherever it came from. That latter though curls her mouth, tightly. 
  Maybe the bird is sent by the wolf-demons!
Karga's young face hardens, and impulse more than anything makes her creep 
  half out of the thicket, just to see where the monster is. She must be brave 
  (though maybe if she's lucky, it's gone.... no, she won't think about that)!

The bird passes overhead once more, rising a bit as she does. Then, without 
  warning, she drops from the sky, talons extended. Almost as quickly, she's 
  out of sight again, hidden by a clump of leaves.

Karga's eyes go round; very nearly, she dives for cover again. But instead, 
  she grabs her awkward spear, brandishes it as best she can, and starts 
  shrieking at the top of her lungs. "<Go away, monster! Demon bird! I curse 
  you! Go away!>"

Alorn dismounts gracefully from ShootingStar's saddle.

There is silence for a moment or two, then a rustle in the trees and brush. .. 
  Another rustle, and again the silence.

Karga continues to shriek, though her stream of chatter audibily falters when 
  the bird... lands. Karga pales, and nearly falls right back into the bushes.

One more rustle, and then a figure breaks through the leaves. She hovers some 
  distance off the ground, glancing around the clearing here. Upon noticing 
  you, she arches an eyebrow.

Karga, in the process of regaining her feet, and looking around warily for the 
  monster, freezes. Her eyes go round once more, and the heavy, 
  crystal-pointed spear clatters out of her dirty hands, as she absorbs the 
  sight of.... what?

Alorn
A tall slender elf is this, willowy in form and etherial in grace. Ice blue 
  eyes framed in long grey lashes meet your own, then look away. Her silver 
  white hair has been cut to about mid-thigh, then braided from a point high 
  on the crown of her head. It is silver-white, like molten moonlight, and a 
  single thread of black leather is wound through it. Long, pointed ears curve 
  back from her head, the lobe of each ornamented with a single silver stud.
She wears a simple, form fitting jumpsuit put together from several pieces of 
  black leather, sewn together with silver thread. She wears as well a thin 
  silver belt around her waist, and a long, slender dagger in a black sheath 
  is attached to the belt. Black gloves and black boots complete her stark, 
  monochromatic outfit. She wears only two other adornments: a small wooden 
  replica of her talon whip on a black cord, and a scintillating crystalline 
  shard on a silver one, both around her neck.
Carrying:
Silver egg-shaped object
feather fan
a crystal shard

For a long instant, the human girl's face blanks with abject terror. Someone 
  tall. But... white? White skin? White hair? _Floating?_ Moments pass, before 
  the terror in the girl's eyes coalesces into equally blank fury. There's 
  only one thing this could be. "<DEMON!>" she shrieks, grabbing clumsily at 
  the spear again and doing her level best to lift it and hurl it....

Alorn frowns thoughtfully, watching as the spear is dropped. She glances 
  around the treed in space, almost waiting for something. Then she shrugs a 
  little, turning her gaze to study the strange human. Oh blast it all, not 
  this again. "<I. Am. -NOT-. A. Demon.>"

The spear falls, clumsily thrown, clumsily fallen. And at the words, the girl 
  freezes, paling, at words that sound... no. Her words? Terrified -- this 
  must be demon trickery -- the panicked girl starts looking for something 
  else to throw. Rocks, stones, anything!

Alorn scowls, moving to dodge anything that gets thrown and flinching a bit 
  when a stone pegs her in the leg. "<Stop it. I'm not a demon, and I'm not 
  going to hurt you. Unless you do that again.>"

Karga is... crying? Her cheeks are not wet, but her eyes glint, hotly and 
  wetly. "<Liar! Demons hurt! Demons kill! Go away, demon!>" Her voice is 
  harsh, ragged, with not only her fury, but with -- if her awkward throws are 
  any sign -- fear. And maybe exhaustion.

Alorn quirks a brow at the pronouncement, nodding a little. "<That they do.>" 
  She continues almost absently dodging anything that comes her way. "<But I 
  am not a demon.>"

Karga apparently runs out of steam, at least for a few moments. Her chest 
  under her ragged garment heaves, and now, she runs the grubby back of her 
  hand across her face, peering suspiciously out from under her tangled bangs. 
  Her gaze flicks to one of the pale hands of this... apparition, counting 
  fingers. "<You _LOOK_ like a demon!>" she accuses, panting.

Alorn scowls again, floating down to the ground. She holds out her hands, 
  splaying her fingers. "<I am an elf, human. Not a demon, an elf. And I am 
  not, for that matter, wolf blooded.>"

Karga jerks, noticeably, at the word 'wolf', and as you land, skitters back in 
  wary fear, poised to either flee or fight. But now that you're nearer, it 
  can be seen that the skinny human is shivering, though perhaps trying to 
  hide it. "<I didn't say anything about wolves!>" she howls.

Alorn looks you over, nodding faintly. She does not approach, but does not 
  retreat either. "<I know you didn't. But the wolves, are those not one of 
  the marks of a demon?>"

Karga looks at her spear, clearly trying to gauge her chances of reaching it 
  and snatching it up. "<How do you know this, if you are not a demon?>" she 
  snaps.

Alorn folds her arms over her chest. "<I know a great many things, human. I 
  know you are alone,>" She watches for reactions to these. "<And I know that 
  you are cold, and I know that you would kill me. If you could.>"
Alorn states only the obvious, but tries to make them sound like dark, 
  personal secrets. And still she watches.

Karga's amber eyes narrow in her swarthy face; she flinches, too, at the 
  accusations of being cold and alone, but fixes her young features into a 'So 
  what?' expression. Her eyes narrow further at the last accusation, and she 
  scowls. "<If you are not a demon, I will not hunt you!>" she retorts, 
  surprisingly proudly.

Alorn chuckles softly, shaking her head. She steps closer to you, now, not 
  completely cautious. "<You would hunt that which you do not know, be it me 
  or one of the demons who live in this forest.>" She looks you over, and nods 
  once. "<An admirable quality.>"

Karga lurches quickly to one side, still scowling suspiciously, trying to stay 
  out of arm's reach. For all that this... elf... is speaking her words, still 
  there is an odd lilt to them that occasionally makes it hard for her to 
  follow along -- not to mention that she's still unconvinced that this isn't 
  some kind of trick. "<Demons hunted my parents. I hunt demons now!>" she 
  announces, thumping her slightly rounded chest in the way she's seen the 
  male warriors do.

The other pauses for a moment, her brow again arching. "<Oh, really? And how 
  many of them have you caught so far?>" She looks you over a bit more closely 
  this time, analytically, even.

Sensing she's being mocked, the human girl glowers thunderously. "<I have just 
  started my hunt,>" she replies, as haughtily as possible -- a strange 
  contrast, that tone, to the girl's bony, dirty, scantily clad frame. At that 
  moment, though, there comes a very low rumble, barely notable... but not to 
  the girl, who flashes a hot, embarrassed glance down to her belly. And not 
  to elfin ears.

Alorn moves closer, nodding lightly. "<I imagine you have. You have the 
  attitude, if not the experience, of other humans I've met.>" She smiles a 
  bit, almost motherly. "<But why did you pick this place to hunt?>"

Karga edges ever so slowly towards her spear, and frowns. An innocent query? 
  Or a demon' trick? If she speaks, will this one tell the demons to go to 
  another place? "<I wanted water,>" she hedges at last.

Alorn wathces the motion, but doesn't react to it. Instead she nods once. 
  "<Water. Indeed.>" Again the almost maternal smile. "<Have you eaten 
  recently?>"

Again, the girl frowns warily. But is that a glint of desperation in her eyes, 
  as she flicks a brief, brief look at her belly? "<Food is hard to find,>" 
  she retorts, striving for her same proud tone. "<It is the snow-time.>"

The elf nods symapthetically. "<I'm sure a mighty huntress like yourself would 
  not have an overly difficult time in finding it, though..>"

Slowly, the girl crouches by her spear, all the while eyeing the other 
  narrowly. "<I have found berries,>"

Alorn mmmhms. "<You favor snow-bittered berries, then?>" She nods again, 
  slowly. "<I suppose they have their virtues. Though I prefer meat now and 
  again.>"

Karga's fingers close on her spear, and she scowls darkly again, still 
  convinced she is getting mocked. "<I will find meat!>" she snaps, tone 
  tinged with despair.

"<I'm sure you will.>" The other nods slowly. "<My question would be, however, 
  is will you be meat first?>"

Karga growls -- shakily? -- "<What do you care?>" The question holds a wealth 
  of accusation, and bitterness.

Alorn shrugs a little bit, unfolding her arms and absently brushing off a 
  sleeve. "<I too dislike the demons. I like to see others who think they 
  should die. Unfortunatly, most of them seem to think I too am a demon.>"

The human girl lifts the spear -- but seems now, to treat it almost like a 
  talisman, as she clutches it to her. "<Why do you hate the demons?>" Her 
  tone loses some of its edge, growing more uncertain, along with her gaze.

Alorn's eyes ice over for a moment before she blinks it away. She ponders this 
  question, trying to decide what to tell you. Finally she shrugs. "<They are 
  responsible for the death of my Lord, and, if not directly, for the ruining 
  of my home.>"

Karga's brow furrows at the word 'Lord', but at the latter words, something in 
  her seems to loosen, to make her shake. Perhaps even the word 'home'.
Karga looks down at the spear she's clutching, and ferociously scowls.

Alorn sighs softly, even slightly melodramatically. "<And yet, no one else 
  really seems to understand that they are evil. The other humans I've talked 
  with either like them too much or are too afraid of them to do anything, and 
  my kin lack the will.>" Her speech changes over now, and is much quieter. 
  "But -you're- still here listening.."

Karga does not appear to notice the shift in your speech, as she mutters at 
  her spear, "<The demons took my home.>"

Alorn folds her hands together, not commenting on that, if indeed she heard 
  it. "<I just wish there was something I could do about them.>"

Karga, perhaps realizing the oddly fragile air she's giving herself by her 
  lowered head, lifts her gaze up and struggles to reassume her proud 
  expression. Looking around in a manner she's trying to pretend isn't one 
  born of nervousness, she points out, "<Your great bird could eat the demons' 
  wolves!>"

Alorn sits down, or rather up, hovering in the air and crossing her legs under 
  her. She watches you in this position for a moment, then shrugs. "<She 
  could, but she will only eat one before she doesn't want any more. And where 
  the wolves are, the demons are.. they don't take kindly to losing their 
  wolves.>"

Karga jerks back, superstitiously, as you float again, and starts inching awa 
  along the winter-hardened ground. Her spear is still clutched to her. "<Have 
  it eat a demon, then, when it's by itself,>" she barks, warily starting to 
  get to her feet.

Alorn watches you, rather like the bird being discussed. "<Easier said than 
  done. Have you ever fought one of those demons?>"

Karga abruptly tenses, eyes going distant, and she staggers back against a 
  tree. "<Yes!>" she wails, beginning to tremble.

Alorn tips her head slightly to one side. This catches her attention and this 
  time she lets that show. "<You have? When?>"

There are, now, definite tears in the human girl's eyes, and she clings to the 
  spear, wrapping both her skinny arms around it. "<Wh-when I was a child!>"

Alorn ahs softly, nodding. Her hands re-fold together lightly. "<How many 
  snows have fallen since then?>"

The human's fingers twitch, stiffly, before she finally holds out shaking 
  hands, letting the spear rest against her shoulder. Seven fingers quiver 
  there.

Alorn frowns now that it occures to her that you really are just a child. 
  "<And you have been out here, by yourself, since that happened?>"

The admission must have further shaken her, for the girl continues to tremble. 
  Fiercely, desperately, she cries out, "<They said I called wind-demons on 
  the village! They made me leave!>"

That strikes something deep in the other, and she shakes her head."<How very 
  human.>" She sighs, glancing up at the sky. "<You seek revenge, then? On the 
  demons.. and perhaps on those who made you an outcast?>"

Karga bursts out, "<The village can be swallowed by the Dark!>" Angrily, she 
  rattles the heavy spear she's clutching, or tries to. "<I want... I-I-I 
  want...>"

Alorn tips her head slightly to one side, one brow quirking. "<You want..?>" 
  She prompts.

"<The demons wh-who killed Mother and Father!>" The girl is sobbing now, but 
  she continues to stare out in wild, fey-eyed despair at the floating 
  apparition, at the trees still frosted by the snows, at the spear in her 
  hands. She says nothing of wanting anything else, though perhaps her 
  appearance and her shivering speak of that for her.

Alorn considers this, looking away now. She falls silent, frowning absently at 
  a snowy patch on the ground nearby.

Karga, shivering violently, huddles against the tree.

Finally the elf sighs, standing once more. "<My name is> Alorn, <human.>" She 
  pauses on that briefly, glancing up at the sky. "<Would you like to learn to 
  hunt demons?>"

Several emotions flare across the human's face: fear, distrust, and wonder. 
  Finally, gaping, she stares up at the tall pale creature before her. 
  "<You... want to teach me?>" Her voice has lost a good deal of volume.

Alorn smiles faintly. "<That is not what I asked. But I will teach you.. . if 
  you are willing to learn. If not,>" Here the elf glides up off the ground 
  and back a short distance. "<If not, I will go away and leave you to your 
  berries and water.>"

The human girl's yellow eyes go liquid as she hastens forward, clumsily, but 
  her head is still held high. "<I want to learn to hunt demons!>"

The faintest of nods. "<What is your name?>"

"<Karga!>" the girl proclaims, standing up straight, and blinking rapidly to 
  try to clear her eyes of the betraying tears. She adds after a beat, "<Karga 
  Demonhunter!>"

Alorn bows her head for a moment formally, then smiles. "<Well met, Karga 
  Demonhunter. May you suceed in that which many have failed.>"

Karga stares yellowly at the one who floats, her expression strangely hungry. 
  "<Will you... teach me now?>"

"<Patience, little one. Anything can be done, but to be done well, it often 
  takes time.>" The elf holds out her hands. "<Give me your spear.>"

_That_ makes her tense once more, and clutch the weapon to her. "<NO! No! It 
  is Father's spear!>"

"<If I am to teach you, you must do what I say.>" Again the order is repeated, 
  quite calmly. "<Give me the spear.>"

Karga bristles, even as indecision flickers in her eyes. "<Why?>" she demands.

Alorn steeples her fingers together. "<Because I told you to. Call it your 
  first test, if you will.>"

Karga scowls once more, but less certainly, and stares sullenly at the weapon. 
  "<It is all I have left of them,>" she mutters.

"<I do not like to be kept waiting, Karga.>"

Karga flicks a look at the elegant... elf... and considers, grudgingly. It's 
  _her_ spear. Would she have had to give up the spear in the village, if the 
  chief had agreed to let her train with the warriors? The warriors had to 
  obey _him_... and if this... elf... is going to train her now....
Karga finally, as her stomach gives another muted rumble, hesitantly decides; 
  perhaps obedience will bring food. Still, though, she scowls as she holds 
  out the heavy spear.

Alorn moves forward, taking the spear. Gently, though firmly, it is taken out 
  of your hands, and moved out of your reach. The elf nods thoughtfully, 
  turning the spear over and lightly fingering it's head.
Alorn frowns a bit, finally. "<An impractical weapon.>" She pronounces, 
  looking back at you again.

Karga protests, aghast, "<Father made many kills with his spear!>"

Alorn nods a little. "<I'm sure he did. And I'm also sure he was twice, if not 
  thrice, your size.>"

The girl's face wavers a little, and for a brief instant, she bites her lip. 
  But she also goes immediately silent.

Alorn holds the spear back out quietly.

Karga blinks, apparently surprised, but quickly takes it. One might think she 
  had just been handed back her life.

Alorn glances up at the sky again, frowning. "<And now, Karga Demonhunter, 
  comes the true test of your willingness to learn.>"

Karga's black brows draw together over the bridge of her nose. "<I-I am not 
  afraid!>" she declares, lifting her chin.

Alorn chuckles softly, turning. She puts two fingers into her mouth, letting 
  out a loud, sharp whistle.

Karga's brown mouth draws together into a small, determined line, though her 
  gaze flickers nervously at the noise. Is that the summons for the demo -- 
  no, the great bird?

A disgruntled squawk answers the whistle, and after a moment a crashing in the 
  brush. Then the giant hawk steps into the clearing, beak and talons faintly 
  bloody.

Karga begins to shiver, and her grip tightens on her spear.

Alorn glances over at you again. "<You will have to come with me. Which means 
  you will have to ride her.>"

_That_ makes Karga turn at least two shades paler, as she stares wide-eyedly 
  at the huge avian, in much the same way a rodent might regard a much smaller 
  predator bird. _Ride_? This immense creature? The girl swallows hard, 
  though, and after a moment, stiffly nods.

Alorn floats up and over to stroke one of the hawk's cheeks. Star screels 
  softly at her elf, then turns her head sideways to eye you.

Karga sucks in a breath, then, even as she trembles, barks out huskily, "<I... 
  I cannot float like you!>"

Alorn smirks faintly. "<How observant.>" She moves onto the bird's back and 
  leans out a little, extending a hand. "<You'll have to climb up.>"

Another test, Karga thinks dolefully. Can she manage it? Thinking that she 
  must, she inches towards the towering bird, convinced it will surely devour 
  her if she as much as sneezes too loudly.

ShootingStar watches this all through brilliant golden eyes. After a moment, 
  she screels loudly, mantling. Alorn almost loses her calm at that, biting 
  her lip to fight back a grin.

ShootingStar
An enormous blue hawk is this, gazing at you through clear amber-golden eyes. 
  Her feathers range in color from dusky silver on her chest and neck to dark 
  slate blue on her head and back. Bars of black and white add pattern to her 
  wings and tail, as do slender lines radiating out from her near-black cree, 
  over her eyes, and back around to her chin. She wears a harness and saddle 
  shaped from glittering silvery metal, which wraps in a webwork over her 
  chest and over her back.}

Alorn has left.
From ShootingStar's back, Alorn has arrived.

Karga very nearly bolts at the noise, but somehow manages to stay on course, 
  and at last pokes a single wind-chapped finger at the gleaming feathers of 
  the bird's flank.

ShootingStar lowers her head so that her eye is mostly level with your own and 
  screels again. Alorn chuckles softly, holding her hand down again. "<Come 
  on..>"

Karga, having absolutely no idea how to climb this monster of a hawk, chews 
  her lower lip, then grasps her spear in one hand and reaches up with the 
  other.

ShootingStar
You sit in the specialized flight saddle on the back of a huge blue hawk. When 
  in flight, the wind blows past your face and whips your hair, and the 
  powerful wings of the bird spread out, further dwarfing the ground far 
  below. When not in flight, you tower over most things.
Contents:
Alorn
You climb up into ShootingStar's saddle.

Alorn nods a bit as you get pulled up or climb up or some combination of the 
  two, then rests her hands on the foreridge of the harness. "<You'd better 
  hold on.>"

Karga, shivering noticeably still, crawls gingerly up onto the bird's back. 
  After a moment, she supposes, dimly, that the elf means to hold on to the 
  bright harness; the human does this, clumsily, as she's still trying to hold 
  her spear as well.

Alorn finally starts to wonder exactly what she's going to do with this human. 
  Oh well, a little late for that now. Se glances back over her shoulder at 
  Karga, shrugs a little bit, and nudges Star, who sets off onto the beach.

You pick your way amongst the trees into the clearing.
Beach on the VastDeep Water
The pale sand is full of river-born crystal and gleams with tiny rainbow 
  lights in the early morning light. Wide and inviting, the sands stay warm 
  long after sunset. There are drift logs here, and a large boulder pushes its 
  shoulders above the surface of the sand. You can see footprints, small bare 
  footprints, leading into the water and out. There is dense foliage to the 
  north that follows the coastline closely where it bends to the northwest.
The sun is high in the chill winter skies.
Obvious exits:
Forest<NE>  Up the Shore<NW>  Water<W>  Along the beach<S>  Great River<E>  

Karga begins to shriek, and only partially succeeds in swallowing the sound, 
  as the bird goes aloft. Her grip tightens on the harness, awkwardly, as she 
  almost falls off.

Alorn glances over her shoulder again, shaking her head. She mutters something 
  about holding on -tightly-, but much of what she says is caught in the wind. 
  Star follows the shoreline for a bit, then turns inland.

You fly up.
Sky over the Oceanshore
Sky and water meet, both endlessly reaching for the horizon. The brightness of 
  noon fills the chill winter skies. 
Beach<N> Beach<S> DancerBeach<DB> DancerPoint<DP> Water<W>

Karga doesn't try to speak, not once. As the ground slides away, far, FAR 
  away, she squeezes her eyes shut in a burst of panic.... only daring to slit 
  them open when she realizes that the bird is not going to throw her to the 
  earth.

Alorn leans forward a little, urging the bird up.

You fly up.
West Sky
The brightness of noon fills the chill winter skies. 
You can fly to the Ocean, Briarholt, Ravenholt, the Mountain or the Grove.

Karga clenches her eyes closed once more, blocking out the terrifying plunge 
  of the land away from the giant hawk.

Alorn chuckles quietly, shaking her head. Again she nudges the hawk, who by 
  this time knows exactly where she's going.

You fly down.
Sky Above Blue Mountain(#415RL)
The top of Blue Mountain is shrouded in clouds, the circling hawks mere 
  specks. Below are the meadows surrounding the Mountain, and a short distance 
  away the huts of the Hoan village.
The brightness of noon fills the chill winter skies.
Contents:
Vaaljade
Obvious exits:
Aerie <A>  Hoan Village <HV>  Field <D>  

A gasp behind Alorn suggests that once more, Karga has risked a peek -- and 
  has, perhaps, seen the mountain below.

Alorn glances back once more, nodding a bit. Down the bird goes, or up the 
  Mountain comes.

And then, finally, the bird decends into the hawks' part of the Mountain.

You fly down to the Aerie.
Aerie
   At the very summit of the Mountain you find the clearest signs of the 
  transformation initiated by the Dreaming gliders at Winnowills bidding. The 
  rocky surface is still shaped in intricate loops and whirls, echoing the 
  wonder of the great Egg. Half familiar shapes can be sensed as much as felt 
  among the twisting and folding surfaces..some utterly alien, other of a 
  disturbing familiarity. 
   Pain cries from the walls, but so do joy, and wonder, and the dizzying 
  echoes of the long gone Dreams. The gargantuan latticework forms a dome to 
  crown the Mountain with shapes that from afar might seem to be the roots of 
  some twisted tree. Even here, the tiny cracks can be seen criss-crossing all 
  surfaces.
   The loops and folds open out to the open sky in unexpected places, and 
  ways. Though none of the openings are larger than the armspan of a glider, 
  and most much smaller, there are still few places left shadowed. The light 
  of the sun and the moons weaves intricate shadows, that changes in 
  fascinating ways as time passes.
   In some nooks and crevices there have been placed furs or pillows, telltale 
  traces of the gliders spending hours and days in dreamy contemplation of the 
  sky.
A winding stairway leads Down to the main parts of the Mountain.
Contents:
Telia
Obvious exits:
Sky <U>  Hall of the Chosen Eight <8>  Nesting Ledge <NL>  

You move up on the nesting ledge.
Nesting Ledge
The broad nesting ledge in the aerie has been lovingly shaped, stone wines 
  forming niches and ledges for each of the great birds. The ledge overlooks 
  the rest of the aerie. The ground is kept meticulously clean by the Chosen, 
  but a few large feathers will often have escaped their attention. Feed and 
  water is plentiful.
Contents:
Talon
Nightfeather(#2638IJMeq)
Justice(#7007JMepq)
Speckle(#8060IJMaep)
Firstspan
Skree
Blue Tinged Fledgling
Cloudripper
Obvious exits:
Aerie <O>  

Karga peers around, nervously. The human girl is almost vibrating, visibly, 
  with terror.

Alorn chuckles softly, slipping down as she speaks. "<Welcome to Blue 
  Mountain.>"

[End log.]