Log Date:
	April 1994

Log Cast:
	Clearsight, Blackmorn

Log Intro:
	Although he and Clearsight have Recognized, Blackmorn decides to 
himself to _not_ fulfill Recognition's demands until Clearsight has 
fulfilled the demands of her own Walkabout, and found her name-sign. 
Blackmorn equates her Walkabout with the Wolfriders' own way of soulname 
vigil, and will not allow himself to join with Clearsight until he feels 
she is ready. He convinces her to sleep, but their rest is fitful, not
disturbed even when Savah and the healer Skybow periodically check
in on them. Not even Savah's gentle probing - and the aged one's
joyful realization of the Recognition that occurred - stirs either of
the pair from sleep. Only the resumed demands of their soul-bond
draw them out of exhausted slumber....

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Clearsight stirs softly, making a tiny sound...

Blackmorn draws a breath, and tightens his arm slightly around you..

You locksend to Blackmorn, Clearsight dreams, images shooting through her 
  thoughts like a fast-moving plains fire through her veins. As if she herself 
  had wolf-sharp senses, the wolf's scent, the feel of his fur, the lines of 
  his form achingly near fill her mind....
You locksend ** <_Need_ intermingled with confusion, the unfamiliar strength 
  of it threatening to sweep once more through her thoughts the moment she 
  stirs awake... > ** to Blackmorn.

Blackmorn locksends ** <He stays close, pressing tighter, warm in the 
  closeness, hot again, but not the fevered heat of before. A cry echoes 
  through the mind, like the silver keen of the hawk he has heard so many 
  times.. the wolf longs to chase and take.. consume the hawk.. but he holds 
  back.> **

Clearsight murrs, a barely audible sound, and moves against you as if intent 
  on pressing her cheek against your shoulder as tightly as possible....
Clearsight's arms tighten awkwardly around you, and her shoulders shake.
You locksend ** <_Verit_, like molten amber, dries her throat... burns in her 
  breast... and turns her knees to water... > ** to Blackmorn.

Blackmorn forces himself awake abruptly, body tensing as his eyes dart around 
  the cottage, reorienting himself once again.

Clearsight stirs groggily against you.

Blackmorn locksends ** <A breathe that neither cools nor relieves, but fans 
  the fire. **Faan..** <_Need_> **

Clearsight pulls her eyes open, her gaze lifting to your face.
You locksend to Blackmorn, Clearsight is immobilized, caught by the sight of 
  you and the feel of your body against hers....
Clearsight opens her mouth to speak, but all that emerges is a breathless 
  almost-syllable: "Bl... "

Blackmorn reaches hesitantly to brush fingers across your cheek, studying 
  every feature.. every line..

Clearsight whispers, "Are... you... al... "

Blackmorn nods, a finger cutting off the word, lain across your lips, still 
  looking, and touching.

You locksend ** <The touch sears even as it cools the liquid amber fire within 
  her... and it only flares the brighter... > ** to Blackmorn.

Blackmorn shudders, and closes his eyes, head bowed slightly.
Blackmorn locksends ** <Two demands that must be met and finished... both in 
  conflict..> **

Her eyebrows are darker than her hair, you realize, even without looking at 
  her... near-black, though with some small strands of silver in their fine 
  curves. And her lashes _are_ black, long, fine, and feathery, around the 
  fathomless blue eyes that seem to hold all shades of blue at once, and a 
  firmament of starlight within them....
Clearsight swallows hard, and whispers hoarsely, "Wha... ?"
You locksend ** <Need/confusion> ** to Blackmorn.

Blackmorn opens his eyes again, and draws another breath before speaking, with 
  a dry throat "Changed, you have.. Mender's done well..."

You say "Ch-changed...?"
Clearsight blinkblinks, as if she'd forgotten...

Blackmorn nods, lifting his hand to your hair. "Darker.. like you sent... and 
  longer...no marks.."
Blackmorn whispers and sends at once ** Beautiful **

Clearsight's face flushes, her cheeks turning a slightly redder gold... 
  captivated, half-hearing your actual words yet with her inner 'sense' 
  responding whole-heartedly to the warmth of the praise, she gazes at you....

Blackmorn
Easily overlooked, and preferring it that way, Blackmorn does as little as 
  possible to draw attention to himself. His eyes, large and deep gold-flecked 
  brown, perhaps betray his true nature, and if you could only gaze into them 
  long enough, you think you might perhaps be able to penetrate to the core of 
  this elf's being. Dressed in somber slate grey breeches, and a roughly 
  tanned leather vest, his body is quite visible. It shows the mark of one 
  accustomed to doing what he must to survive. Hard muscle and strong bone. 
  Three long scars wrap around his right side at his ribs, but he still moves 
  as fluidly as ever. His hair, dark brown and full, flows loose over his back 
  and shoulders, draping to mid back. Soft boots cover his feet. He regards 
  you almost as if from a distance, and yet, there is incredible warmth and 
  compassion behind those eyes.
Carrying:
Dirk
Hand drum(#3907)
Carrypack(#3905)
Long Knife
His face has returned to it's natural color, perhaps a bit red-tan from the 
  sun here. His eyes have cleared, and the only trace of his illness, is the 
  bandage which still dresses his right shoulder.

Blackmorn meets deep blue with crystal clear ambergold eyes, slowly smiling, 
  despite the confusion that flickers across his vision.

Clearsight whispers, "We.... we have to... "

Blackmorn seems dazed a moment, then he blinks. "Finish..the .. your Walk has 
  not been finished."

Clearsight blinkblinks... and makes a tiny wordless groan, as if in confused 
  protest...? Then: "But... "

Blackmorn says "The Walking first... that is the way it must be.. you came.. 
  your tribe would ask it, yes?"

You locksend ** <Through _Faan_, you can see: the dreams that have driven her, 
  bringing her from place to place, from a green Holt to the side of a river 
  to the cold northern countryof the Go-Backs... to the shores of the 
  Vastdeep, to Wolfhaven, and at last to here... > ** to Blackmorn.
You say "My.... my Sign. I..."
You locksend ** <And as you remind her, she remembers: the need - though much 
  subtler a need now than the amber one that burns in her blood - in the back 
  of her head that spoke of this place, this village... a high, windswept 
  place... > ** to Blackmorn.

Blackmorn locksends ** This place.. where the wind blows... here? **

Clearsight frowns a little, dazedly, trying to get her bearings.... "I... I 
  think... so... "
Clearsight with a great effort pulls her gaze away from you, looking in random 
  directions...

Blackmorn sits up a bit, releasing his hold. "Then.. we should find this 
  place.. if that is where you should go.."

Clearsight trembles, daunted, as you release her, but she slowly sits up, 
  herself. "I... I have... not... succeeded in the Wandering... perhaps... it 
  is time, now, for... a S-Seeking... "

Blackmorn says "A Seeking? To find this place.. and this Sign.. I think would 
  be.. best, now."

Clearsight rubs a hand across her eyes, still seeming confused and 
  disoriented; her hand instinctively seeks yours. "I... did not know... if it 
  was the Seeking time... "
Clearsight mumbles, "I... am not sure... I am strong... enough right now... 
  must... fast... "

Blackmorn holds your hand securely in his. "Fast?"

Clearsight's wide eyes focus on your face, as she struggles through a nod... 
  "Should not... eat... "

Blackmorn shakes his head slightly, eyes searching yours. "It is too hot 
  here.. and too dry. To not eat would be.. dangerous."

Clearsight bites her lip, and whispers huskily, "That... is... needed, for the 
  Seeking... "
Clearsight's words come from her as if pulled. "The... Seeking... must be 
  met... with... only... 'me'... "

Blackmorn locksends ** <A struggle: A desire to allow you to follow the ways 
  of your search, and a strong urge to keep you from it, to keep you close, 
  and safe.> **

Clearsight gives a small cry, and abruptly embraces you. "My... brave guard... "

Blackmorn blinks, and then closes his arms around you, and lowering his head 
  to yours, breathing in your scent, eyes closed as a light shudder runs along 
  his spine.

Clearsight looks up at you, cupping your cheek in her small hand. "I... if 
  I... must Seek... before... w-we can do this... other thing... then... Seek, 
  I must... "

Blackmorn locksends ** <He is nearly overwhelmed by closeness and sensation, 
  the fire flaring a moment, before he controls the flame again..> **

Clearsight trembles, swaying against you, as she whispers, "Should... we... go 
  out to look? Or.... ask...?" ** <A brief flash: the image of the tall, 
  wizened, robed elf who has shielded her thoughts so gently... > **

Blackmorn says "We.. might look. I think.. if we do not harm anything, 
  She..She would not mind."

Clearsight nodnods shakily, and draws in a long breath. "We... look, then... "

Blackmorn nods, and with that, he pushes himself to his feet, unsteadily, 
  reaching down to help you to your feet.

Clearsight clasps your hands tightly... pulling herself erect.

Blackmorn nods, to a thought, and gives your hands a gentle squeeze, then 
  leads the way slowly through the door.
Blackmorn re-enters the visitors' court from the cottage area.

You re-enter the visitors' court from the cottage area.
Visitors' Courtyard(#668RJ)
This walled courtyard is paved with several sizes of circular tiles scattered 
  in seemingly random patterns. Between the stones moss and thyme grow, 
  creating a pleasing contrast with the cream and brown colored tiles. In the 
  center of the court, a small live-oak grows, gracefully sheltering a small 
  fountain and pool. Planters full of bright colored flowers alternate with 
  wide stone benches along the edges of the courtyard. Clinging vines of grape 
  and wisteria veil the walls and along the south edge of the court the 
  covered arches of a shaded pavilion beckon you out of the sun.
Contents:
Blackmorn
Obvious exits:
Guest Cottages(N)  Crossroad(W)  

Clearsight stumbles out slowly after you, clasping your hands, looking about 
  in all directions.

Blackmorn turns to leave the Visitors' Court.

You turn to leave the Visitors' Court.
Crossroad
The paved pathway widens here and the circular paving blocks are set into the 
  sandy soil in a seemingly random pattern. The bright tangles of the 
  Waterfall begin to come out as the dimming red light of sunset fills in the 
  hot summer skies. 
You can go into the nearby Visitors' Court for a temporary home, or go South 
  to the Dancing Square. To the West the paved pathway wanders towards caves 
  in the nearby hills. To the North the path leads past the well and out onto 
  the desert..
Contents:
Blackmorn
Obvious exits:
Winding Path(N)  Dancing Square(S)  Boundary Path(W)  Visitors' Courtyard(E)  
You step out of the shaded courtyard into the sunny crossroads.

Clearsight's gaze sweeps her surroundings, as she trembles a little on her 
  feet.

Blackmorn drops hold of one hand, and slides an arm around your waist, the 
  movement almost natural. "Now.. where to go.. to look?"

Clearsight struggles not to fall down at the contact - still trembling, a bit. 
  But, slowly, her gaze goes northward, and _up_.....
Clearsight's eyes lift to the distant curving shape on the edge of the 
  village, and her breath catches a bit, in her throat...

Blackmorn follows your gaze, and his eyes narrow slightly. "There?" he 
  breathes.

Clearsight swallows hard. "I... I think so... "

Blackmorn nods slowly, and swallows himself.. "Then.. we will go.. there."

Clearsight turns, and looks up at you, slowly. A bit of confusion flickers 
  through her eyes....

Blackmorn locksends ** <Concern and perhaps a bit of fear. There are no 
  trees... and nothing to catch if..> **

Clearsight's eyes tear over as she whispers to you, "I... I must... be 
  alone... when I Seek... "

Blackmorn frowns, and the send that leaks from him is simply **<pain>** 
  "Alone..you.. I never wanted.. do not want to leave you alone.."

Clearsight cries more strongly, and presses her face against your shoulder.....
You locksend ** <The hawk trembles... as the amber fire in her threatens to 
  tumble her to the ground if she leaves the wolf's side... yet, there is 
  another pulling. The starlight beckons, calling. There is a vital link that 
  _must_ be made... > ** to Blackmorn.

Blackmorn bends his head to yours again, fingers curled in your hair and 
  holding you even closer, trying his best to send comfort, muddled by his own 
  desires. Then, **<A flash: memory.> The Walking was to be done alone as 
  well.. but still you allowed me to travel with you.. may this not be done 
  the same way? **

Clearsight murmurs anguishedly into your ear, "I... only wish... t-that it 
  could... but... " She trails off, and continues, in send, ** <Must find this 
  alone.... > **

Blackmorn breathes a deep sigh, his arms tightening slightly, and nods. "If.. 
  it must be..But I will at the least take you to this place. And I will be 
  near."

Clearsight nods hastily, fervently. Her voice is barely audible. "Yes... "
Clearsight lifts her head, awkwardly, again looking up to the distant 
  bridge... "I... will need... "

Blackmorn says "Name it.. and we will find it.. that much I can do."

You locksend ** <'Need'... the word as she utters it causes a swirl in her 
  thoughts, and she sways... > ** to Blackmorn.
Clearsight's eyelids droop a little, as she struggles to continue. "T... 
  time... to prepare.... must fast first... "

Blackmorn looks around, and seeing nothing but huts and roads, says 
  "Someplace.. quiet and cool. Yes? Where there will not be sun to drain and 
  hurt.."
Blackmorn locksends ** <He reaches to steady you, in sends, even as his arm 
  tightens around your waist.> **

You say "A... cave?"

[Clearsight sees Chaimon - an Underworlder - walking out of the Garden
 of Shade and Sweet Water. Remembering her unexpected sensings from the
 earlier conflict between Mender and the Underworlder healer Shayilbey,
 she is unnerved.... ]

Clearsight glances briefly at the figure that emerges from the gardens, and 
  whispers huskily, her brow furrowing, "Not... there."

Blackmorn nods. "Nowhere that is.. not good. A cave, if need be.."
Blackmorn turns on the path, toward Sun-Goes_Down, your hands still in his. 
  "Will you go with me, now?"

Clearsight nodnods, shakily. "Y... yes... "

Blackmorn nods and walks on then, slowly.
Blackmorn has left.

The path is wide and straight here, worn by many feet on their way to and fro 
  in the canyon. To the west are the caves where the local wolfriders dwell. 
  To the east the crossroads and the main part of the village.
Boundary Path
The sheltered valley gathers you close in rocky arms. The village is nestled 
  in a hidden canyon of red-yellow sandstone and prickly cactus turned garden 
  oasis by the precious well that brings water from the depths of the earth. 
  The bright tangles of the Waterfall begin to come out as the dimming red 
  light of sunset fills in the hot summer skies. 
Contents:
Blackmorn
Obvious exits:
Lookout Ridge(UP)  South BoundaryPath(S)  Wolfrider Cave(W)  Crossroads<E>  
You finally arrive at the wolfriders caves.

Blackmorn heads west, entering the Wolfrider Cave.

You climb up into the Wolfrider Cave to the west.
Visitor's Cave(#683RA)
A long narrow cavern with room for a dozen or more. Piles of fur and even a 
  few mattresses like those used by the Sun Folk are strewn about the chamber. 
  You may link here if you wish.
Contents:
Blackmorn
Cedar(#3478HIJep)
Obvious exits:
Out  

Blackmorn lifts his head slightly. "Stale in here.."

Clearsight wrinkles her nose, looking around.

Blackmorn sighs quietly. "But, it will serve, I suppose.." He sits, drawing 
  you down and back against him...

Clearsight sinks down beside you; she bites her lip in concentration....
You locksend to Blackmorn, Clearsight's thoughts whirl... so hard, to 
  concentrate, to look _inside_, when _Verit_ blazes in every corner of her 
  mind....

Blackmorn shifts a bit, watching you..
Blackmorn locksends ** <Confusion: he does not want to interfere..but does not 
  want to be separated.> **

Clearsight whispers, "Help... me...?"

Blackmorn turns fully to you, and he puts a hand under your chin, looking into 
  your eyes. "In any way I can.."

Clearsight pulls in a breath... "Help me... focus... I-I can't think... I 
  need... " Her eyes, liquid and limpid, regard you pleadingly.

Blackmorn nods slowly.
Blackmorn locksends ** <The starlit sky again, open, and filled with nothing 
  but the stars, and the darkness between. A sense of confident quiet, and 
  peace, there is only _Faan_ and the stars.. and a beckoning.. to 'see'.> **

Clearsight tremblingly pushes a hand through her tumbled hair... she sits up, 
  slowly, her legs crossed under her. But her hand reaches for yours.

Blackmorn takes your hand. **<He is present, but dimly so.>**

Clearsight's fingers close tightly around yours....

You locksend to Blackmorn, Clearsight's thoughts shiver in protest as the 
  presence of _Verit_ lessens... but, the other, subtler need gains strength 
  at that lessening, directing her attention up to the starstrewn sky over her 
  private glade...

Blackmorn continues to send peace, and ease of mind.. doing his best not to 
  interfere.. or allow anything else to intrude.

Clearsight's eyes drop closed; slowly, her features relax, until there is only 
  a faint knitting of her dark eyebrows.
You locksend ** <Stars, glimmering on the wings of the hawk as she begins to 
  take wing... > ** to Blackmorn.

Blackmorn locksends ** An upsurge of cool wind, lifting wings unfurled.. **

You locksend ** <She takes wing... and soars, slowly, with effort, trying to 
  find the stars within the nearer amber flame. But, gradually, she moves 
  higher... and _inward_, seeking.... > ** to Blackmorn.

Blackmorn locksends ** <He waits.. and watches.. and hopes.> **

Clearsight at last sits immobile as darkness grows deeper outside... as the 
  jackwolves of the village rouse for their nightly hunting and howling. Her 
  features grow composed.... settled.
You locksend ** <Hunger rumbles in her belly, but she is only distantly aware 
  of the sensation. _Verit_ is still there, shimmering within her blood, and 
  she hangs on to that fire yearningly even as she strives to fly ever more 
  inward and make the link to the similar flame she knows _must_ live within 
  herself... > ** to Blackmorn.

Blackmorn murmurs. "Fly.."

You locksend ** <And fly she does... deeper, higher; the starlight grows ever 
  brighter..... > ** to Blackmorn.

[To be continued....]