Log Date:
	April 1994

Log Cast:
	Clearsight, Blackmorn, Silentrunner

Log Intro:
	The young Plainsrunner Clearsight, with the aid of her exiled
tribesmate Kimos, has brought her wounded and ailing companion Blackmorn to
the safety and shelter of Sorrow's End. There, Clearsight has settled
down to keep a watch over Blackmorn as he begins to recover....

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Clearsight sits quietly, still on some level obstinately refusing to sleep, as 
  night falls outside the cottage and she remains at her companion's side.
She holds his hand tenderly, a ghost of song emerging from her as she does her 
  best to sing whisper-soft and soothingly....

        Walk with me, brave wolf, keep watch at my side....

And as she sings, her voice even in its softness rings clearly through the 
  tiny cottage.

Blackmorn draws a deep breath, and lets it go in a quiet sigh, turning his 
  head just slightly toward her, toward the music of her voice.

She is relieved, at that... it is enough, to simply see him move, to see him 
  breathing unhindered... to see something like normal color in his face. 
  Wonderingly, marvelling at this odd tightness in her throat, she watches him 
  softly....

Blackmorn locksends ** <Again the image-memory, but softer, fainter: The elf 
  sits singing to the moons, bathed in light, radiant. He watches from shadow, 
  chest hot and tight..> **

Clearsight touches her companion's forehead lightly, singing on in a voice 
  barely above a whisper; she cradles his hand against her cheek. Not daring 
  to try to do more, to wake him, she simply sings.
You locksend to Blackmorn, Clearsight's thoughts brush yours shyly; they are 
  tinged with exhaustion, yet she refuses to leave you. <From within a gentle 
  golden shield on the fringes of her mind, there glimmers starlight... >

Blackmorn draws another breath, and opens his eyes slightly, the faintest of 
  frowns crossing his features. He clears his throat, testing the dryness. 
  Mumbling and sending at once, he says ** Fledgling...rest..**

Clearsight gives a tiny gasp, and breathes, "Blackmorn... "
Clearsight looks around quickly... where was that clay jar of water, that the 
  villager with the purple eyes had brought? "Blackmorn... oh, Blackmorn, 
  there is water, here... "

Blackmorn says "Water..yes..."

With a hesitant touch, she brings the jar up for you, for you to sip from... 
  supporting your head with her other arm.
Clearsight's eyes are full, as she entreats you softly, "Drink, now... "

Blackmorn manages to drink without spilling overmuch of the water down his 
  chin, then lays back again, a light smil on his lips. ** Thank you..**

Silentrunner walks in from the Visitors' Courtyard to the South.
Silentrunner has arrived.

Clearsight sets the jar aside, and then looks down at Blackmorn again, 
  softly... "How do you feel....?"

Silentrunner walks in, looking worried, "Clearsight, Blackmorn, are you both 
  alright?"

Clearsight starts, at the sound of the voice, and looks up with a small gasp.

Blackmorn's eyes shift to the new arrival, and narrow slightly as he focuses 
  on the elf, his hand wrapped around Clearsight's.

Clearsight sits beside Blackmorn, one hand having just put down a clay jar of 
  water, the other lightly clasping his hand. She herself is ragged of dress, 
  exhaustion glimmering faintly in her gaze, though she seems otherwise alert.
You say "Silentrunner....! What are you doing here....?"

Blackmorn locksends ** <He is tired, exhausted truthfully, but clearer and 
  cooler in his head, the fever and dreaming gone.> **

Silentrunner says "I was in the village for the festival... I heard you had 
  arrived and one of you were injured badly... What is wrong?""

Clearsight's eyes flicker back to Blackmorn, and the bandages visible on his 
  shoulder and arm, and then back up again. "Blackmorn was attacked," she says 
  solemnly. "But healers have helped him, now... "

Silentrunner looks down at the claw wounds on Blackmorn, a chill running 
  through his body.
Silentrunner mumbles, "....a long-tooth..."

Clearsight adds gravely, her eyes wide - but now, at least, untroubled - 
  "Kimos helped me to bring him here... Sorrow's End," she finishes, looking 
  down to her companion. 

Blackmorn frowns lightly. "Sorrow's End.. we were walking.." He looks to his 
  shoulder, and then back to Clearsight. "How long?"

You say "It has been some days, Blackmorn... do you... remember our camp, 
  south of the mountains?"

Silentrunner stares at the wound, mumbling to himself, "...a longtooth..."

Clearsight looks up to Silentrunner, and says solemnly, "It was a large cat... 
  mad. It had foam in its mouth. It attacked us in the mountains, but we 
  killed it after it hurt Blackmorn."

Silentrunner
He looks gaunt, even for an elf, but still looks fairly healthy. Silentrunner 
  stands slightly over four feetand looks to weigh about seventy or 
  seventy-five pounds. He is dressed in somewhat new, leather clothes. The 
  leathers are stiff, but strong. On his right hip he wears a light, swift 
  blade in a black sheath. On his left is a thick, strong dagger. The light 
  has returned to his eyes since he met Lilia and found his new bond-wolf, 
  QuietFang. He no longer seems weighted with grief.
Carrying:
tanned rabbit hide(#3757C)
QuietFang
tattered leather backpack
Silentrunner's Wolf Controller
shenti
steel dagger
dreamberries

Blackmorn shakes his head, and pushes himself up a little against the pillows 
  with his feet. He grunts a little with the exertion.

Silentrunner shakes his head and smiles faintly, "I am glad you are both 
  still... alive. The healers can help him."
Silentrunner seems to be hiding his emotions behind the small fake smile.

Blackmorn locksends ** <He touches your mind, more aware of how he touches 
  now, gentle, almost a caress> **

Clearsight immediately moves some of the pillows, watching Blackmorn again 
  with that glimmer of relief behind her eyes. To Silentrunner, she nods 
  earnestly, though her starlight gaze flickers across him searchingly for a 
  moment.
Clearsight says earnestly, "Skybow, and the other healer, tried very hard to 
  help.. when they are ready again, they will help more."

Silentrunner sighs and mumbles, "...I wish I could help... but I have no 
  healing skills... "

You locksend to Blackmorn, Clearsight's thoughts ripple back in response, 
  readily.

Blackmorn's eyes flicker with a hint of shadow a moment, as he looks to 
  Clearsight again. ** So tired.. you need rest, beloved. **

Clearsight tilts her head a little, considering. "He will need food, and water 
  -" And, abruptly, she shoots her gaze back to Blackmorn, eyes going wide.

Silentrunner seems to brighten up and jumps to his feet, but as he leaves he 
  glances curiously at Clearsight's odd reaction.
Silentrunner re-enters the visitors' court from the cottage area.
Silentrunner has left.

Clearsight's eyes go huge, and she is oblivious to Silentrunner's departure, 
  as she stares down at you.

Blackmorn meets your gaze steadily, the hint of a smile touching his mouth. ** 
  I startle..? **

Clearsight breathes, "You... you love... "

Blackmorn reaches up his good hand to brush his fingers across your cheek. ** 
  Aye.. **

Clearsight's eyes well over with tears; overwhelmed, she simply stares at you.

Blackmorn sends openly ** And.. you must rest. **

Clearsight blurts a single syllable, "I... "
Clearsight sends openly ** <Under Savah's gentle shield, the girl's mind goes 
  blank with shock.> **

Blackmorn's smile fades a bit. ** Fledgling? **

Clearsight abruptly begins to sob, and she whispers raggedly, "I-I thought... 
  you were going t-t-to die...!"

Blackmorn sits up even more and reaches for you, drawing you closer to him. ** 
  I am here now...no need for fears.. <wry> And the Walking was not 
  finished..is not. I could not leave you alone. **

Awkwardly, she presses her face against your unwounded shoulder, weeping 
  brokenly. Her voice is muffled as she tells you, "B-begged you... not to 
  l-l-leave me... "

Blackmorn curls his good arm around your back, holding you gently close. ** 
  Shh..I am here, fledgling..I have no wish to leave you. **

Clearsight cries, days of sleepless vigil immediately followed by desert 
  travel at last overtaking her. Her thoughts, in the link with you she still 
  has not released, flicker with unconnected recollections of the last several 
  days.
Clearsight mumbles repeatedly, "You stayed for me... you heard m-me... "

Blackmorn raises his other arm slowly to brushes his fingers through your 
  hair. "Aye.. I stayed... heard your music, songbird.."

Clearsight sniffs, mumbling into your shoulder, "Sang f'r you... "
You say "N-needed you to stay... *sniff* sang f'r you...."

Blackmorn sends, acknowledging your words, and comforting with his sends, 
  **<peace>** "Aye.. you sang..."

Silentrunner returns with food and water for the patient.

Clearsight for some reason is sobbing brokenly, her face pressed against 
  Blackmorn's shoulder; he has sat up, and is trying to comfort her quietly.

Silentrunner looks at you worriedly and then to Blackmorn.

Blackmorn has both arms curled around her, one on her back, the other 
  awkwardly on her hair. He lifts his gaze to Silentrunner, and nods slightly.

Silentrunner says "what is wrong, cousin?"
Silentrunner moves to Blackmorn and Clearsight's side.

Clearsight, at Silentrunner's words, tries to lift her head, still crying.

Silentrunner puts his hand supportively on her shoulder.

Blackmorn sends openly ** She is tired..all is well now. **
Blackmorn lifts an eyebrow slightly.

Clearsight mumbles, "I... I... "

You sense in a locksend, Silentrunner sendwhispers gently, **...friend... what 
  troubles you?... please let me know...**

You locksend ** <Someone has placed a gentle, golden shield around her 
  thoughts, muting most sensations that go in or out. But you catch a sense of 
  general, leaden exhaustion, and a hand of strife-filled days that have at 
  last caught up with her... > ** to Silentrunner.

QuietFang has arrived.

Clearsight's head droops as she mumbles something ragged-sounding.

Silentrunner locksends ** Rest, friend... Blackmorn will be fine... you need 
  rest... I will be here... with both of you **

Blackmorn's arm tightesn reflexively. ** The food is appreciated..**

Clearsight looks groggily up at Blackmorn. "Al... right...?" she whispers.

Silentrunner moves to a far corner and seems to take a vigil, watching over 
  you, but not interupting.

QuietFang follows.

Blackmorn nods, his gaze dropping to Clearsight. ** Aye..**

You locksend ** <Her question is tinged with desperation, as if she _must_ 
  have your assurances that you are well... > ** to Blackmorn.
Clearsight's eyes shudder closed.

Blackmorn looks curiously over at Silentrunner, leaning back slightly into the 
  pillows, Clearsight cradled against his shoulder.

Silentrunner smiles supportively.

Blackmorn arches an eyebrow.

Clearsight goes limp, her features relaxing as she drops into a heavy slumber.

Silentrunner smiles.

Blackmorn's eyes narrow slightly. ** What do you gain, by keeping watch? **

Silentrunner shakes his head, **no... i will stay...**

Blackmorn's eyes darken. ** I would ask you to go. Sleep comes more easily 
  without eyes that watch. **

Silentrunner sighs and nods, ** I will check on both of you tomorrow...**
Silentrunner re-enters the visitors' court from the cottage area.
Silentrunner has left.

QuietFang has left.

You locksend ** <A faint ripple, of blessed mutedness on recent memories of 
  frantic tending... > ** to Blackmorn.

Blackmorn breaths a soft sigh and sinks back even further, allowing his eyes 
  to close, sending ** <Peace..comfort..closeness> **

Clearsight shifts in her slumber, her cheek pressed against your shoulder, her 
  hair falling into her eyes.

Blackmorn locksends ** <The wolf is at peace, and content.> **

You locksend ** <She buries her face in the wolf's fur, relieved, now, at the 
  lack of wildness, of heat... > ** to Blackmorn.
Clearsight's arm curls about you with childlike tightness.

Blackmorn's fingers curl in your hair softly. **<Pleasure>**

You locksend ** <This, yes this, is the wolf she knows, not that other... > 
  <Her thoughts whirl tiredly, unsorted by her conscious mind... though one 
  memory flickers through briefly, of the wolf-in-hunt snarling at the hawk...>
  ** to Blackmorn.

Blackmorn frowns lightly in his sleep. **<Caught off guard by the image, he 
  questions: The snarling wolf is him?>**

Clearsight presses against you, closed eyes flickering a little, giving her a 
  plaintive look. As if distressed by the half-perceived question, she tries 
  to block the remembered image that coalesces in her thoughts: ** <Image of 
  Blackmorn, wild-eyed, shoving her... > **

Blackmorn sends openly ** <He watches, in confusion for a time, the image, 
  trying to make sense of it.. a dream? A change, and realization dawns. 
  Warmth drains away and the wolf-that-is-now grows more distant..> **

Clearsight makes a tiny protesting noise and nuzzles against you. Something's 
  wrong, the back of her mind tells her...

Blackmorn does not loose his arm from around you, of the hand in your hair. In 
  fact, if anything, he draws you closer to him. His send touches your mind 
  again, but hesitantly, almost fearful..?

You locksend to Blackmorn, Clearsight sleepily responds, the fear in your 
  thoughts troubling her even in her sleep. Innocently, trustingly, she 
  lingers unshielded in your mind.
Clearsight's brow furrows a little. "Mmmm...?"

Blackmorn sends openly ** <He draws back from the trust, slowly, trying not to 
  alert or disturb, like a hand slipping away after slumber.> **
Blackmorn's eyes come open, and he looks down to you, and shakes his head a 
  little. "Easy, fledgling.."

You locksend to Blackmorn, Clearsight frowns, troubled again, at the sudden 
  lessened presence....
You locksend ** <A flicker of a half-dream, half-memory: fear of loss, fear of 
  aloneness> ** to Blackmorn.
Clearsight blinkblinks, and makes a tiny moaning sound, groggily pressing hard 
  against your chest as your physical presence allays the fear in her 
  exhausted thoughts.

Blackmorn locksends ** <Protection/concern:The wolf will always guard..from 
  here, <safety> **

You locksend ** <confusion/why the pulling-back?/something is wrong.... > ** 
  to Blackmorn.

Blackmorn brushes the top of your hair with his lips, fingers lightly brushing 
  over the strands. **<comfort and warmth, peace...beneath, a shade of 
  guilt.>**

Clearsight seems to subside at the gentle contact, the largest part of her 
  mind responding to the overt mental comfort. The tiny starlight flicker that 
  focuses worriedly on the hint of guilt lacks strength, reeling with 
  weariness....

Blackmorn sends openly ** <The guilt is pressed down, fading, until it is 
  barely even there..all is comfort and compassion.. **Rest..**> **

Clearsight frowns vaguely... isn't there a reason, something, she should be 
  doing? Can't rest... but the idea is so enticing....

Blackmorn continues to stroke your hair slowly, the fingers of the other hand 
  idly curled against your back. He sends, inviting you into warm slumber, in 
  the safety of his arms.

Clearsight sends openly ** <Another dream/memory flicker, golden flower dust 
  suggesting rest, too... > **
Clearsight makes a small distressed sound, but barely audibly.

Blackmorn sends openly ** <The wolf scatters the flower dust, golden shimmers 
  that fade.. ** Only sleep.. **> **

Clearsight gives a tiny sigh... ** She yields, exhaustedly... the wolf's fur 
  is soft, warm... his form a pillow... **

Blackmorn breathes out another quiet sigh, and whispers "Rest easy, songbird.."
Blackmorn closes his eyes again and lays back, slipping into sleeping, the 
  image of the wolf lying to rest beneath the branch that cradles the bird, 
  head tucked under her wing, his last.

[To be continued....]