Log Date: April 1994 Log Cast: Preservers, Blackmorn, Clearsight Log Intro: The Preserver residents of the flower-infested valley have accomplished something that alarms the dreaming Blackmorn -- they have wrapped Clearsight's limbs in sticky silver thread, and Clearsight herself appears to have fallen heavily into the dreams caused by the flowers. Knowing that something is direly wrong, Blackmorn struggles through throwing off his own languor to try to help the elf maiden he has pledged to guard.... ---------- Giggling and babbling happily to themselves, the Preservers flitter along Clearsight's prone form. HoneyGold and Rainsweet and Leafdrop braid fresh flowers through her disheveled hair, and tiny Preserver voices chatter happily to /Silversoft highthing!/ Blackmorn stirs, and wakes, fighting even to open his eyes, his eyelids feeling weighted, his nose still felling full of the pollen. He pushes as strongly as he can to sit up, managing to raise himself only a bit from the ground, head bowed and hanging heavily on his neck. Nightwing shoots its gaze over to Blackmorn and whispers urgently to the rest of the fair. HoneyGold looks up from where it is braiding Clearsight's hair. Clearsight seems asleep, or unconscious; her slender form is almost completely covered in wrapstuff, binding her legs together, and her arms to her sides. The silver sticky stuff is dusted golden with the pollen, as are her face and hair and shoulders. Blackmorn lifts his head and rights it, looking almost painful, then blinks hugely, trying to clear his gaze. His vision comes back into a bit of focus on a deep purple bloom in front of him, which he studies, befuddled a moment, before he thoughts awaken as well.. He mumbles "Flower..smell the..flowers.." He turns his head and spies Clearsight's form, and his eyes narrow. "Sleeping..?" HoneyGold pipes up /Pretty silversoft highthing sleepydreaming! Is good!/ Rosebud eeps and vanishes into the leaves, stirring a tiny cloud of pollen as it goes. Tumbleberry flits happily to Blackmorn's shoulder, trying to weave a fresh bloom into his dark hair. /Tumbleberry take good care of darksilent highthing!/ Blackmorn reaches over to brush a hand across Clearsight's cheek, brushing away a thin layer of the pollen, his hand heavy, eyes still fogged and confused. "Sleepy..dreaming..? Something..." His gaze wanders to the silver wrapping, not noticing the preserver in his hair. "Wrap...bugs wrapped..." HoneyGold pipes importantly /We make wrapstuff! Keep safe and snug!/ Blissfully, Tumbleberry weaves a huge purple blossom into Blackmorn's hair. Nightwing eyes Blackmorn and chitters quietly /No touch wrapstuff./ Blackmorn lifts his gaze to peer languidly at the golden bug. "Was looking for..something...too heavy..." His gaze shifts again, to th midnight blue bug. "You, bug..." Clearsight's mouth moves slightly, but other than that tiny stirring, she is immobile. Her hair has been intricately woven with flowers, not only the purple ones, but smaller ones of multiple shades as well. Blackmorn's gaze flickers with a threat of clearing a moment, before it fades. "Sleeping too long...have to go.." HE rests his hand on Clearsight's shoulder and shakes her gently. "Wanderer...wake up, fledgling.." Leafdrop scolds /Nono not wake up silversoft highthing!/ Tumbleberry peers around into Blackmorn's face. /Darksilent highthing not want stay?/ Nightwing eyes HoneyGold, frowning. HoneyGold returns the glance. HoneyGold gestures quickly to Rainsweet and Sweetrain. The two blue Preservers flit up to the leaves just over Blackmorn's head and shake them, causing a soft fall of the pollen.... Nightwing, without waiting for HoneyGold's instruction, zips around behind Blackmorn - and suddenly spits, aiming a stream of wrapstuff for his knees! Blackmorn sneezes again, thickly, and shakes his head hard, struggling to sit up a bit more, waving his arm to clear away the pollen. "No..more..flower dust.." HoneyGold chatters /Darksilent highthing move too much! Must make snug and safe like in belonging-time!/ With that, the golden Preserver joins Nightwing, aiming wrapstuff to bind Blackmorn's arms. The remaining Preservers chitter, sounding awed. Blackmorn watches, confused a moment, then brushes the sticky threads, or tries, from his arms, frowning. "No..silver things...no sleeping..." Nightwing, who seems to have the idea of wrapstuff down better than HoneyGold, spins quickly three times around Blackmorn's knees with the strands it spits. HoneyGold pauses long enough to waggle its finger at the elf, declaring /So just lie stillquiet! Silly highthing!/ Blackmorn struggles onto his knees almost, then tries to push himself upward, and finds his legs bound. He falls back to his side, eyes dark. "No...Clearsight..wake up!" Blackmorn sends to Clearsight ** ** Clearsight's eyes open a tiny fraction. Exhausted by the effort, Nightwing and HoneyGold flit up into the leaves. Rosebud hides terrifiedly under the bushes. Blackmorn sets his jaw, and bends to brush at the threads around his knees, working as best he can to push them away, sending again, his 'voice' growing more to a growl ** Clearsight...wake up..these bugs...wake up and tear off the silverstuff. ** HoneyGold screeches /Nonononono! No tear wrapstuff!/ HoneyGold and Nightwing zip in again and try to wrap Blackmorn's arms. Blackmorn's gaze lifts slowly to the golden bug. "Hush yo... no more threads, bugs!" He swats awkwardly at the preservers, sending an urgent beckoning to Clearsight again.. Clearsight sends openly ** ......... ** Blackmorn pushes at the threads around his knees, and struggles back up again, crawling more than anything over to brush some of the threads from Clearsight's shoulders, swatting at the protective bugs, growling "No more threads, bugs...wake her up.." Leafdrop squeaks /NOnono!/ Rainsweet and Sweetrain try to flit between Blackmorn and Clearsight, scolding /No bother silversoft highthing!/ Clearsight murmurs slurrily, "Sil... versoft... " Blackmorn's eyes narrow even further amd his lips drawn back in a near-snarl, exposing his teeth. He growls to the bugs "Leave us alone.." Blackmorn turns back to working off the threads. Rainsweet and Sweetrain eep! Startled, they flitter back, though Rainsweet chitters boldly /Nastybad highthing!/ HoneyGold, undaunted, tries to swoop into Blackmorn's face. /Nastyloud highthing! No growl!/ Blackmorn reaches up to try and grab HoneyGold, out of pure frustration. HoneyGold eeps! as it is snatched. Nightwing tries to zip in, too, flittering its dark wings in Blackmorn's face. Blackmorn closes his hand hard around HoneyGold. "Tell them.." He swats at Nightwing, eyes flashing darkly, then he goes back to HoneyGold. "Tell them to let her go...you are chief.." Clearsight makes a tiny, soft noise, her head turning slightly. HoneyGold SPLOOTS wrapstuff right in Blackmorn's face! /No tell! We keep silversoft highthing safe!/ Blackmorn snarls and hurls HoneyGold toward a tree, wiping the webs from his face. "Will let her go myself.." Nightwing chirrs angrily, trying to scratch at the highthing! Leafdrop and Tumbleberry join the fray, scolding, /Nastybad highthing! We scratch We sting!/ Blackmorn ignores the scratching as best he can, swatting at a bug when it bothers too much, drawing his long knife to cut rather than pull the strands from around Clearsight's legs. The webs at her shoulders he tugs away, then pulls her gently to a more upright position.. "Wanderer...?" Pollen swirls through the air at the activity, stirred up anew. Clearsight turns her head groggily. "Mmmmmmmmm.... " HoneyGold and Nightwing shriek! /NONONONO! No cut wrapstuff!/ Blackmorn climbs awkwardly to his feet, staggering and nearly falling again, but then regaining his balance, and he leans down to urge Clearsight awake and up, ignoring the bugs' shrieking. He sends ** Up now, fledgling ** Clearsight frowns vaguely, confused; the heavy desire to simply lie still, warm, snug, slowly bending against Blackmorn's sending. Her flower-bedecked head turns a little. Nightwing determindly SPITS again, once more aiming for Blackmorn's arms. HoneyGold grrrrs in its tiny voice, and joins Nightwing as it cries to the others, /Make wrapstuff! HoneyGold say so!/ Blackmorn growls and slashes at the nearst bug with his blade, over balancing himself and dropping to one knee, again. The fair looks reluctantly at its chief... Leafdrop and Tumbleberry are the first to move, spitting hesitant streams that sputter slowly before getting started. Clearsight frowns vaguely, and slumps back over, herself, mumbling, "Mmmmm?" Blackmorn shakes his head slowly. "Wha...Clears.." He trails off, dropping over to his side, eyes only the vaguest bit left open.. Clearsight murmurms, "Mmmmmmmm?" Her head turns in Blackmorn's direction. HoneyGold and Nightwing determindedly wrapstuff Blackmorn's limbs to him; HoneyGold gestures to Rainsweet and Sweetrain, who more gently restore the sticky strands about Clearsight's form. Clearsight asks vaguely, "What's.... wrong....?" Rainsweet chirps assuringly to Clearsight /No worry, silversoft highthing!/ Blackmorn sends ** ** HoneyGold nodnods importantly as it and Nightwing finish their task. Clearsight smiles dreamily. "Sil... versoft," she echoes. You locksend ** ** to Blackmorn. HoneyGold and Nightwing exchange considering glances and peer intently down at Blackmorn. Blackmorn's eyes slip finally close,d despite his best efforts to keep them even a fraction opn, and he sleeps, a slight frown still on his features. The rest of the fair, chittering softly and nervously as the noisy highthing is wrapped, subside into almost-silence. Tumbleberry regains a bit of his composure and pipes hopefully /Take care of silentdark highthing now?/ You locksend ** ** to Blackmorn. Tumbleberry settles on Blackmorn's chest and chirrups /Tumbleberry like silentdark highthing! Take good care!/ Blackmorn locksends ** ** You locksend ** ** to Blackmorn. The Preservers chatter happily! /Highthings all stillquiet!/ /We take good care of highthings!/ Clearsight makes a tiny soft noise, alerting the blue pair of Rainsweet and Sweetrain. Beaming, the two bring her a flower-cup full of water and hold it to her lips; she drinks, the pollen-water water cool and sweet as it trickles down through her.... Blackmorn shifts slightly in his sleeping, the frown fading away. Blackmorn locksends ** ** You locksend ** ** to Blackmorn. Happy, and satisfied, the Preservers settle down. One or two them nest happily in Clearsight's hair while Tumbleberry earnestly tries to figure out whether Blackmorn's hair can hold as many flowers as Clearsight's does. You locksend ** ** to Blackmorn. Blackmorn murmurs something quiet in his sleep.. You locksend ** ** to Blackmorn. You locksend ** ** to Blackmorn. [To be continued....]