Log Date:
	April 1994

Log Cast:
	Clearsight, Blackmorn, Tumbleberry, Rosebud

Log Intro:
	HoneyGold and its fellow Preservers have trapped Clearsight and
Blackmorn in wrapstuff, intent on 'taking good care of the highthings' --
and cheerfully shaking flowerdust all over them when either elf rouses
too much from the pollen-induced languor that has come over them. But
in the meantime, two of the Preservers, the ones fondest of the elves,
decide to check on them....

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Morning creeps over the valley, but only palpable as a faint lightening in the 
  eternal twilight of this place, a subtle glimmer through the omnipresent 
  flower-dust that hangs in the air. Laughter ripples distantly as the tiny 
  residents of this place, off in the leaves, rouse for the morning.....

Clearsight lies as she has lain for... how long? A tiny, soft smile curves her 
  lips; her thin face is framed by the flowers woven into almost every inch of 
  her hair. Her eyes are closed, her lashes forming feathery crescents along 
  her cheeks.

Blackmorn lies on his side, where he fell asleep, unmoved except for the 
  rising and falling of his chest in rhythmic breaths, or the shifting of a 
  flower, so carefully woven into his own hair.

You locksend ** <Her thoughts are blanketed in a close-fitting softness... she 
  is conscious only of a pleasant, gold-glittered haze, as she half-sleeps.> 
  ** to Blackmorn.

Overhead, in the leaves, two tiny Preservers peek their heads out to look. 
  Tumbleberry giggles softly, chirping /Highthings all sleepydreamy!/ Slowly, 
  shy pink Rosebud looks too, before darting back under cover.

Blackmorn locksends ** <He is aware, somewhere, of himself, and of the 
  Clearsight, able tto rest a little more truthfully knowing that she lies 
  within reach, but there is still a tinge of 'not right' that shadows his 
  dreaming.> **

You locksend ** <Is she near....? Yes... a vague silver shimmer through the 
  swirling haze, she spins about dreamily on delicate feet.... > ** to 
  Blackmorn.

Up in the leaves, Rosebud whispers something plaintive-sounding to 
  Tumbleberry. The bigger Preserver pipes /Tumbleberry take good care of 
  silentdark highthing!/

With that, Tumbleberry wings down into view. It is hauling a bright yellow 
  mushroom in its arms, and it lands by Blackmorn, peering at him intently.

Blackmorn frowns just slightly, barely noticeable. **<Something in the sending 
  flickers darker a moment, as something different causes a moment's 
  turbulence.>**

Tumbleberry flits right up to Blackmorn. /Silentdark highthing sleepdream?/

Blackmorn mumbles something unintelligible, his eyes opening just barely, then 
  slipping closed once again.

Tumbleberry pipes /Have nice treesweet for silentdark highthing!/

Still hiding in the leaves, Rosebud peeks out again, glancing at Clearsight.

Blackmorn breathes a quiet breath, but makes no other sound or motion.

Tumbleberry giggles, and breaks off a bit of the yellow mushroom. Apparently 
  satisfied that it has received enough of a response, it tries to feed the 
  miniscule tidbit to its chosen charge.

Blackmorn's frowns a bit more, and his eyes open slightly again, warm amber 
  barely visible beneath his lashes. He mumbles something again, and manages a 
  bitful of mushroom instead of words. He chews absently and swallows and then 
  settles back.

Tumbleberry beams happily as Rosebud ventures down. In a tiny voice, the pink 
  Preserver whispers /Treesweet for pretty silversoft highthing?/
Tumbleberry pouts for a moment, clearly intent on sharing the yellow treesweet 
  with _its_ favorite highthing, but Rosebud gives the other Preserver a 
  big-eyed hopeful look. /Okayalright,/ the larger Preserver chitters, and 
  lets Rosebud break off a little bit for Clearsight, too.

Clearsight mmmmmmmms softly as Rosebud flitters up to land on her chest. Very 
  slightly, she opens her eyes, smiling groggily at the Preserver.

Rosebud squeaks /For silversoft highthing!/ and quickly feeds her the mushroom 
  fragment before zipping timidly back into the leaves.

Clearsight is fed, and she swallows the tidbit instinctively.

Catching the blur of color, Blackmorn opens his eyes a bit more, moving to 
  stretch, but finding his arms and legs immobile. He frowns a moment, 
  scanning the glen slowly, looking for... something...

You locksend ** <Her send ripples... threaded through with a slow, liquid 
  warmth. It's an intoxicating feeling.... > ** to Blackmorn.

Blackmorn's eyes light on the silver-wrapped Clearsight, and, content at the 
  sight, having found his 'something', he relaxes again, the frown fading 
  altogether, replaced by a tiny, warm smile. He allows his eyes to close, and 
  breathes another dust-laden sigh.

Tumbleberry and Rosebud, satisfied, vanish off to report to HoneyGold.

You locksend ** <She is there, nearby... her thoughts a feather-light, slow 
  brush.> ** to Blackmorn.
You locksend ** <Something... the yellow treesweet?... seems to flow through 
  her thoughts, turning them liquid, rippling like the surface of the nearby 
  pool.> ** to Blackmorn.

Blackmorn locksends ** <The wolf stretches languorously and rises in the 
  dream, to pad over beneath a flower-laden branch, colors blurred and muted, 
  but a sense of richness of color and scent. HE lies down again, too relaxed 
  to care for more walking, and trains his eyes on the silvery-grey feathers. 
  **<contentment>**> **

You locksend ** <Her send seems as fluid as water and golden as sunlight: a 
  vague dream of sunning in a meadow, warmth trickling through her feathers. 
  She feels the wolf's attention, and trills softly... > ** to Blackmorn.
You locksend ** <She turns her head to the wolf, and her own image seems to 
  ripple; first bird, then soft-eyed elf with starlight in her hair.... > ** 
  to Blackmorn.

Blackmorn locksends ** <The wolf becomes elf, eyes warm amber, chin still 
  lifted to see the other, attentions held fast..a surge and quickening rises, 
  then drops down to a quiet 'hum'..> **

You locksend ** <Elf again, she turns languid blue eyes to the other's face, a 
  vague memory stirring... stars flash momentarily in her gaze, and she smiles 
  with almost painful sweetness.> ** to Blackmorn.
You locksend ** <She laughs, ripplingly, her face alight as she dances slowly 
  just beyond your reach. Her gaze, fathomless, filled with starlight, seems 
  to intimately know each and every thing it falls on.... > ** to Blackmorn.

Blackmorn locksends ** <A ripple troubles the warm calm, and the elf speaks, 
  without speaking> Find? **

You locksend ** <She tilts her head, attention attracted, once more... and she 
  laughs warmly, her eyes childlike and curious.> Find....? Find what? ** to 
  Blackmorn.
You locksend ** <Her attention wanders, as she spins dreamily through the 
  glade... touching this flower, that tree, she half-sways, half-dances. Her 
  form occasionally blurs as she giggles 'Flower'... or 'tree'... each time, 
  briefly, she seems to reflect in her own form what she touches.> ** to 
  Blackmorn.
You locksend ** <She pauses, giggling dreamily, looking a tree up and down... 
  > Tree.... <Her form blurs; leaves bud open and uncurl in her hair, between 
  her fingertips.> ** to Blackmorn.

[To be continued....]