Log Date:
	April 1994

Log Cast:
	Preservers, Clearsight, Blackmorn

Log Intro:
	Wrapstuffed and dreaming in the Preservers' valley, Clearsight
and Blackmorn seem well and thoroughly trapped. Clearsight has proven
far more vulnerable to the dream-making mushrooms and berries the small
winged denizens of this place seem to like, but Blackmorn, at the back
of his mind, yet remembers that they have a quest they need to fulfill....

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The Preservers giggle softly as they feed Clearsight the ripe purple berry. 
  She blinkblinks, and allows herself to be fed, swallowing instinctively....

/Nice juiceberry for silversoft highthing!/

Clearsight mmmmms vaguely as HoneyGold chatters. Then, her gaze clouded, she 
  blinkblinks her eyes open a little wider... "Is... good... "

HoneyGold beams and promptly orders the blue Preservers Rainsweet and 
  Sweetrain to give the pretty silversoft highthing more juiceberries!

Blackmorn stirs slightly at sound of Clearsight's voice, opening his eyes a 
  little."Mmm?"

Clearsight's eyes swim out of focus, and her face flushes delicately. She 
  gazes entranced up at the flittering shapes just above her.

Tumbleberry ohs! /Silentdark highthing!/ Giggling, Tumbleberry brings one of 
  the large purple berries over to feed to its favorite highthing.

Blackmorn shakes his head a little as the preserver bumps the berry against 
  his lips. He puffs at it, as if blowing away a bug absently.

Clearsight's gaze slowly follows the movements of the Preservers, as her 
  thoughts whirl languidly... ** <dazed/dreamy> ** "Pretty... "

Tumbleberry awwwwwws! /Is nice fresh juiceberry for silentdark highthing!/ It 
  eyes Blackmorn plaintively.

Blackmorn's eyes open a bit more, and he struggles a bit to sit more upright, 
  coming more fully awake. "Hmm?..berry? Not hungry, bug.."

Clearsight smiles slowly, watching Rainsweet and Sweetrain as they chitter 
  happily to her. A send swirls out of her: ** <Charmed/pleasant violet 
  dizziness/sleepy> **

HoneyGold flits over to join Tumbleberry, and it chatters coaxingly to 
  Blackmorn, /We take good care! Bring sparklesilver waters, nice treesweets, 
  nice juiceberries! Make highthings all safe and snug!/

Clearsight, unresisting, is fed a third purple berry. Dreamily, she gazes at 
  the blue Preservers... blue and red... bright...

Blackmorn peers at the golden bug. "Sparklesilver....silversoft?"

Clearsight sends openly ** <Vague impression of swirling, flittering 
  flowers... floating... > **

HoneyGold nodnodnods importantly! /Silversoft highthing and silentdark 
  highthing! Is you!/

Clearsight sends openly ** <Flowers blowing lightly all around her, on a 
  gold-sparkled wind... settling in her hair, on her arms... so many colors... 
  beautiful.... > **

Blackmorn's gaze shifts slowly to Clearsight, eyes narrowing a moment, to 
  clear his vision, repeating "Silentdark and silversoft.." Seeing Clearsight 
  awake, a smile warms his features.
Blackmorn sends openly ** <The elf-wolf watches from a distance, pleasantly 
  amused..flowers and elf-bird combining their beauties.> **

Clearsight's eyes, huge and limpid, drift lazily from Preserver to Preserver. 
  ** <Flowers... their stems twirl around her arms, her legs, holding her 
  fast, snugly... their scent is warm, enclosing, protecting... > **

HoneyGold nodnodnods approvingly as Blackmorn settles; grandly, it leads the 
  fair off to fetch fresh flowers, chattering about decorating the wrapstuff.

Blackmorn sends openly ** <The elf-wolf moves a pace or two closer, resting on 
  his heels, making sure his 'presence' is known, but with no desire to 
  intrude.> **

Clearsight's face is barely visible amidst the blooms that frame her features 
  as the send drifts lazily through her thoughts. The tiniest of smiles curves 
  her lips; her head turns slightly in Blackmorn's direction, making her cheek 
  brush soft petals...
Clearsight sends openly ** <She feels her form tingling oddly... responding to 
  the nearness of the flowers. Immobile, still... soft. Yes. She cannot 
  move... is she not a flower?> **

Blackmorn's smile warms. **Flower-bird...** He shifts a bit, his own hair 
  laden with deep purple blooms, not so many as Clearsight, but equally as 
  cloying.

Clearsight sends openly ** <Her hair... not hair. Soft purple petals, framing 
  a pale golden heart/face. Leaves and smaller blossoms line her arms, as her 
  fingers change to leaflets. Her legs are a stem holding her fast, bobbing 
  lightly, to the vine... > **
Clearsight murmurs, her voice slow and soft as nectar, "Flow... er... "

Blackmorn sends openly ** <*curiosity* The elf-wolf approaches the elf-flower, 
  reaching out muzzy fingers to brush leaflets, then over the flowers along 
  her arms, and finally to graze the petals that make up her hair...all 
  gentle, not trace of anything but curiosity.> Aye... **

Clearsight sends openly ** <A flower cannot gaze... yet, she senses the touch 
  of something, to which she instinctively responds, as a flower responds to 
  rain.> **
Clearsight sends openly ** <The flower opens, her petals unfurling a little, 
  as if to rain, or perhaps the touch of a shaper.> 
  <warmth/tingle/pleasantness> **

Blackmorn draws a quiet breath, and releases it slowly. **<*pleasure at the 
  tingle/contentment* The elf continues to trace new petals and vines, 
  velvet-soft against his fingers. He leans closer to breathe in the flower's 
  scent.>**

Clearsight sends openly ** <The flower bends pliantly towards the gentle 
  touch, tiny sparkling tremors flittering through her. Vinelets lightly curl 
  beneath exploring fingertips... and her scent is subtle, elusive, but with a 
  cool distant clarity that speaks of a breeze across a wide Plains sky.... > 
  **
Clearsight sends openly ** <She focuses on the touch, sensations swirling 
  dreamily through her: the kiss of raindrops, the soft warmth of sun, 
  response to shaper's magic.> <tingle> **

Blackmorn sends openly ** <He burns warmer in response, his eyes radiating 
  amber light, which he covers the flower in, looking to every leaf and 
  blossom, the light touching, and leaving behind a warm trace..the elf lowers 
  to the ground before the flower, sitting easily, staying near.> **

Clearsight sends openly ** <The flower's petals and leaves turn shyly to the 
  mind-light, yieldingly...> <warmth> **

Blackmorn sends openly ** <The elf reaches to draw the flower closer, somehow 
  finding purchase on petals and vines, not pulling with excessive force, but 
  a coaxing, a drawing in of warmth with the flower, if it/she will follow.> **

Clearsight sends openly ** <Being a flower, she simply bends pliantly... her 
  scent is faint.> **
Clearsight's eyes drift lazily closed as she murmurs again, dreamily, "Flow... 
  er... "
Clearsight sends openly ** <She shivers delicately at the coaxing, warm 
  touch.> **

Blackmorn lets his eyes slip closed and breathes a contented sigh, a quiet 
  sound at the back of his throat. ** <protection/comfort/calm/compassion>**

Clearsight sends openly ** <Vaguely, she senses the feelings, and another warm 
  tingle passes through her... yes, this is right. Her protector/shaper... > **

Blackmorn murmurs "Safe and warm...always.."

Clearsight sends openly ** <A ripple of agreement... always... she, the 
  flower, warm and safe. There is only the warmth, and the vague presence to 
  which she responds... > **

Blackmorn sends openly ** <The elf-wolf builds a 'shell', for want of a better 
  term, around the flower and he, isolating them from harm or the outside, 
  always close, always safe.> **
Blackmorn murmurs "No matter where.."

Clearsight sends openly ** <Her thoughts ripple slowly in reply, settling 
  dreamily in the heart of the 'shell'... > **

Blackmorn sends openly ** rightness **

Clearsight sends openly ** <She takes root there, softly blossoming in quiet, 
  pliant beauty. Inward, she is aware only of the golden swirl of her 
  thoughts, and the amber touch threading through them, towards which she 
  turns her leaves as if to sunlight.> <Flower> **

Blackmorn sends openly ** <He draws her even closer, as the flower turns 
  toward the amber light, fingers still tracing newly discovered path trhough 
  blooms and vines, always *curious/warm*> **

Clearsight sends openly ** <Flowers within the flower... and flowers within 
  those again, a repeating fractal of blossoms. Each petal quivers delicately 
  at inspection, soft as down.> **

Blackmorn murmurs "Flower..."

Clearsight lets out a slow, sweet sigh. ** <Flower> **

Blackmorn sends openly ** <He leans closer, letting flowers and stems brush 
  his cheeks and hair, the light from his eyes never fading..careful...> **
Blackmorn sends openly ** <He pulls himself closer into the flowers, letting 
  blossoms and tendrils brush his face, deeper in the scent, eyes still 
  pouring forth warm amber light and *content*> **

Clearsight sends openly ** <The flowers receive the warmth and the light 
  happily... and within them, in the heart of the blooms, a delicate flush 
  crosses her pale golden/green face.> **

Blackmorn's eyes open again, and he turns his head to see Clearsight, as if to 
  confirm or deny the send.

Clearsight's cheeks are pinkly flushed under the coating of flower-dust. She 
  mmmmmms faintly.

Blackmorn sends openly ** <He reaches a hand to brush her cheek, touch the 
  flush.> **

Clearsight sends openly ** <shiver/tingle/warmth> **
Clearsight sends openly ** <Good... to be touched... her thoughts swirl 
  languidly, persuading her to turn towards the touch, to open to it... > **

Blackmorn sends openly ** <Curiousity flicks across his features, followed by 
  a smile, softening.. ** Trust? **> **

Clearsight sends openly ** <Response: dreamy and hazed, but nevertheless 
  palpable, an utterly innocent trust from the flower-elf, the trust of a 
  green growing thing for the sun or the rain.... > **

Blackmorn sends openly ** Confidence touches the send, and gentle pride. ** 
  Good to trust.. and be trusted. ** **

Clearsight sends openly ** <The flowers/elf turn/turns to the warmth, the 
  confident contact, reaching with naive innocence.> **
Clearsight sends openly ** <Responding to the warmth, she blooms, myriad 
  colors of petals. Her leaves glow warmly green.> **

Blackmorn sends openly ** <*Surprise* He takes in the colors appearing, im 
  half-startled amazement, then smiles, reaching to touch each bloom, fingers 
  gentle. *pleasure*> **

Clearsight sends openly ** <Something, threaded through the hues of the 
  blossoms, through the elusive wisp of their scents... what?> **

Blackmorn sends openly ** <Eyes narrow briefly as he catches the change, and 
  he persues the trailing edge, perhaps a bit hesitantly, but curiosity 
  overrules timidity.> **

Clearsight sends openly ** <An... image? Something overlain on the vaguely 
  elf-shaped tangle of flower-vines... a memory... > **
Clearsight's eyes have fallen shut; she breathes slowly, deeply.

Blackmorn tips his head just slightly. **<A gentle nudge: curiosity/concern>**
Blackmorn sends openly ** <He leans closer, fingers reaching for the overlay, 
  gentle, whisperrsoft brushes to see if he can touch, or see...> **

Clearsight sends openly ** <A flicker: a memory. A thin scarred face, 
  pewter-colored hair... > **

Blackmorn sends openly ** <He breaths softly, the smile returning genuinely. 
  ** Fledgling **> **

Clearsight sends openly ** <Confused, the elf-flower rustles vaguely... > **
Clearsight sends openly ** <Unknowing of the reason for the new warmth, the 
  flower simply.... blooms. But, in a wisp of an image overlain, _she_ frowns 
  distantly, plaintively. Something is... missing....?> **

Blackmorn sends openly ** <His smile falters, sensing the lack of the 
  something. He draws back only slightly..*concern*> **

Clearsight sends openly ** <Her thoughts whirl, the plaintive half-memory just 
  beyond her reach. Hard to think.... hard to remember. And she is only a 
  flower... > **

Blackmorn sends openly ** <He pulls back a bit, never too far, but slightly, 
  with a ripple of concern, slipping easily into habit, 'scanning' for 
  trouble..finding nothing he can hold firmly too, he returns, with another 
  gentle questioning probe.> **

Clearsight sends openly ** <A ripple of faint puzzlement....? What is... 
  wrong? The flower-elf rustles leaves trustingly towards the nearby presence, 
  her eyes opening slowly, behind nearly completely-concealing leaves.... > **

Blackmorn sends openly ** <He brushes his fingers through petals and leaves to 
  touch her cheek again, soft, if still sometimes hesitant. Amber light seeks 
  out her eyes, to find the light within them..> **

Clearsight sends openly ** <Huge, liquid, limpid, glimmeringly blue, her eyes 
  peer out from the surrounding petals... > **
Clearsight sends openly ** <And with that, there is another half-image... 
  isn't her face... supposed to be different?> **

Blackmorn's brow furrows slightly. **<Different...something.. he searches her 
  face, now looking to catch what is 'not-right' or changed..>**

Clearsight sends openly ** <Lovely delicate face the color of golden 
  flower-dust, tinged faintly green... framed by soft deep purple petals. Her 
  limpid eyes are feathered with tendril-lashes, dusted gold... *Flower*, she 
  sends dreamily, innocently.> **

Blackmorn sends openly ** <Flower yes, she may be, but still he 
  searches...where is the fledgling? He gently brushes petal and leaf away..he 
  shifts, briefly, wolf scenting for the familiar, then back again..> **
Blackmorn murmurs "Fledgling..."

Clearsight sends openly ** <She focuses dreamily on the elf-wolf, sluggishly 
  responding to the need she dimly senses... but not knowing quite how to 
  answer. She blinks languidly... > **
Clearsight blinks slowly, hugely. *<Flower>*

Blackmorn sends openly ** <The amber light fades slightly> ** Flower is 
  good...but fledgling is...where? ** **

Clearsight sends openly ** <Behind her thoughts: ghost of a memory, face 
  lifted to starlight, singing... voice clear and ringing....> **

Blackmorn sends openly ** <approval/pleasure> **Yes...songbird** The glow 
  strengthens again, memory of the elf in shadow, on his heels, 
  watching...breath nearly still, hand clenched unconsciously hard, 'heat' in 
  his chest> **

Tiny rustlings high overhead indicate the arrival of at least some of the 
  Preserver fair. Tumbleberry's voice whispers, /Highthings still all 
  stillquiet!/

Clearsight sends openly ** <Wraithlike, the image fades in and out. Stronger 
  is the form of the flower... her thoughts swirl to the petal-and-leaf shape, 
  so easy to yield to, to only dream.... to be 'flower'.....> **

Blackmorn frowns lightly once more. **<He reaches out, past leaves and 
  flowers, toward the image of moonlight and song. **Fledgling..flowers 
  fades..stay?**>**

In a burst of bravery, tiny pink Rosebud flits down with an armload of pale 
  yellow flowers, which it timidly weaves through her hair, just near her face.

Tumbleberry giggles happily to Rosebud, and the two Preservers fetch a flower 
  filled with water. /Sparklecold water for pretty silversoft highthing!/

Blackmorn catches the preserver's flight, and he blinks slowly, mumbling 
  "Flowers...no more flowers now... too many..."

Rosebud ventures barely audible /Rosebud like pretty silversoft thing!/

The two Preservers land on Clearsight's chest. Delicately, they hold the 
  flower to her lips... and she, her thoughts still sluggish, instinctively 
  drinks, for a flower needs water. And this water is cool and nectar-sweet, 
  filtered with the golden dust....

Tumbleberry looks up as Blackmorn speaks, and beams. /Hellohello silentdark 
  highthing!/

Clearsight sends openly ** <Golden coolness trickles through her... through 
  leaf and stem... > **

Blackmorn shakes his head a little, watching through still-fogged eyes. **<The 
  amber light fades rapidly **Wanderer...fledgling...no more flower...be elf 
  now.** <concrn>**

Clearsight's eyes open briefly... and are utterly clouded, vacant.

Tumbleberry inquires solicitously /Tumbleberry fetch things for silentdark 
  highthing?/

Rosebud, bravely daring, timidly nuzzles Clearsight's cheek before vanishing 
  to hide in the flowers in her hair.

Blackmorn struggles to sit up a little more, eyes on Clearsight, only 
  half-hearing the bugs. ** No more flowers, wanderer...time to wake.. time to 
  be elf...**

Clearsight sends openly ** <A flash behind her flower-rooted thoughts... 
  something, something deep, triggered at the entreaty to 'be elf'... what is 
  it, though, to 'be elf'? To be _this_ elf... the silver-haired young 
  wanderer.... > **

Tumbleberry tilts its head and tries to get Blackmorn's attention. /Silversoft 
  highthing all snugglesafe!/ it chirps, trying to soothe.

Blackmorn sends memory-images, still heedless of the preservers, save a quick 
  flash of a glance to Tumbleberry. **<She stands in a hidden grove of trees, 
  bow in hand, he behind, murmuring words of instruction, soft...a view from a 
  treetop, able to see for endless distances, farther than the mind can 
  think...sunrise from above the elves below... hot soothing waters after 
  times spent with another elf, making the holt 'quiet' again...>**

Clearsight sends openly ** <Memory flickers, but memory is an elusive thing, 
  fragile as flower petals and translucent as wings of Preservers. On some 
  level, she responds... but it is draining, so draining, to try to think and 
  remember... her mind spins.> **

Blackmorn locksends ** <A simple question: a wolf, shadowed, standing at the 
  edge of trees somewhere, not here. No flowers in his fur, just wolf, with 
  amber eyes.> Do you remember me, fledgling? **

Clearsight stirs, at that... the faintest of worried frowns crosses her face. 
  Something's... wrong....

Blackmorn's gaze flicks to Tumbleberry again, briefly. "Bug," he murmurs "Want 
  to help me?"

You locksend ** <Groggy thoughts struggle, as the wolf-image coalesces... 
  oddly familiar.... but somehow, oddly beyond her reach... why can't she 
  remember....?> ** to Blackmorn.
Clearsight lets out a breath. The sound is almost a whimper.

Tumbleberry peers at Blackmorn intently. /Highthing wake up?/

Blackmorn nods slowly, his gaze shifting back to Clearsight. "I am..." He 
  repeats "Want to help me, bug?"

Tumbleberry pipes /Tumbleberry like silentdark highthing!/

There is another flurry of movement overhead, stirring up the flowers; 
  HoneyGold and Nightwing wing in, followed by the rest of the fair.

You sense in a locksend, Blackmorn sends reassurances, the image growing 
  stronger is changing at all, the wolf solidifying, strong and 'here'.

Clearsight's head tosses a little; she lets out a low moan.

HoneyGold eeps! and flits down to peer at Clearsight. /Silversoft highthing 
  not stillquiet!/

Blackmorn spies the fair, and drops his voice, even more a growled whisper. 
  "Undo me...let me help take care of silversoft..I want to bring berries and 
  water.."

The Preservers chatter earnestly amongst themselves - and Tumbleberry EEPS as 
  Nightwing wings down, looking angry.

Nightwing chitters to Tumbleberry /No let highthing go!/

Blackmorn's eyes narrow as Nightwing drops down. "Not you, bug...."

HoneyGold looks up and flutters over, a scowl crossing its tiny face as it 
  peers at Blackmorn. /Nononono! Highthing lie still! Wethings fetch for 
  highthings!/

Blackmorn locksends ** <The wolf shifts from paw to paw **<urgency> Be elf, 
  Clearsight..**> **

Nightwing mutterchitters /Make more wrapstuff. Must keep highthing stillquiet!/

Blackmorn says "No...no more wrapstuff..."

You locksend ** <Her mind whirls... something she needs to remember... her 
  form blurs, melting between flower-vine and elf, unstably.> ** to Blackmorn.

HoneyGold gestures, chattering an order. The fair lifts to shake the leaves 
  over Blackmorn.

Blackmorn struggles to move his arms within his own threads, gaze going back 
  to Clearsight. "Wrapping does not keep her safe.."

Nightwing eyes the struggling elf and frowns. /Make wrapstuff now!/

Blackmorn locksends ** <The urgency grows stronger, again feeding in 
  memory-images of Clearsight-elf..then his 'voice' changes, to that of need. 
  ** Fledgling..**> **
Blackmorn shakes his head hard, fighting to keep the blurred vision he has 
  clear of dust-fog.

HoneyGold hovers in front of Blackmorn's face, and chatters peremptorily 
  /Highthing being silly! Is good, wrapstuff!/

You locksend ** <Something... shifts. A vague memory, of a vision of stars, 
  radiant and clear... > ** to Blackmorn.

Blackmorn says "No."

Nightwing, unbidden, zips in a dark streak to Clearsight and poises, ready to 
  spit its webbings....

Blackmorn looks for Tumbleberry, even as he continues to press against the 
  webbings.

Tumbleberry hangs back uncertainly, as HoneyGold chitters /Make wrapstuff now! 
  HoneyGold say so!/

Blackmorn locksends ** <The wolf becomes elf again, drwaing near, urgency 
  surrounding everything he says or sends. ** Clearsight..now..be elf, I will 
  keep you safe, but you _must_ be elf...no more flower...time to go and 
  find..._please_ **> **

Nightwing SPITS... and wrapstuff falls on Clearsight's shoulders!

The rest of the fair - all save Tumbleberry - moves to follow HoneyGold's 
  order....

Blackmorn's eyes darken as the fair moves, stirring the air once again Then he 
  looks up to Tumbleberry one last time, wordlessly.

Clearsight, her eyes pressed closed, frowns vaguely, tossing her head....

HoneyGold chitters in protest at silentdark highthing.

You locksend ** <Her thoughts reel out of control, confused... and there 
  again, briefly and rendingly clear, is the vision of the starfield where a 
  silver bird flew... > ** to Blackmorn.

HoneyGold flits?

Blackmorn looks away from the fair, and back to Clearsight, eyes narrowed.
Blackmorn locksends ** <He looks upward, peering into the starfield, for any 
  trace of the bird..> **

You locksend ** <Something, a glimmer... the heart of her is there, weak... > 
  ** to Blackmorn.

Nightwing sweeps around Clearsight, intently spitting wrapstuff. It covers her 
  neck, her hair, and finally, her face.

Blackmorn's voice is harsh as her face is covered. "No!"
Blackmorn redoubles his struggles.

At Honeygolds summons, the rest of the preservers flit up to Blackmorn, 
  looking dazed. /Make wrapstuff now!/

Blackmorn locksends ** <He peers at the glimmer, moving as close as he dares, 
  reaching out to touch it, to find 'her', trying to remain calm, so as not to 
  hurt, but a frantic sense behind the calm..> **

You locksend ** <There: hurt? Drifting? The bird floats, as if she has 
  forgotten how to fly... > ** to Blackmorn.

Nightwing flutters down to a branch, looking exhausted, as the other 
  preservers try to recall how to make wrapstuff. A few hesitant silver 
  threads first, then more...sticking to Blackmorn everywhere.

Tumbleberry flits, looking distressed.

Blackmorn continues to struggle, loosening the old threads, even as weaker new 
  threads appear, managing to work one arm free, and brushing at the rest..

HoneyGold flits. /No! Nonono! Keep silversoft safe, no do that!/.
HoneyGold flits up, spitting a dap of wrapstuff into Blackmorns eyes, 
  attempting to blind him.

You locksend ** <And, as ephemeral wings are touched, there is a sudden 
  something... Faan... > ** to Blackmorn.

Blackmorn wipes the wrapstuff from his face, and snarls at HoneyGold, grabbing 
  for her again. "Enough! I..." He trails off, eyes snapping to Clearsight's 
  form, stunned an instant.

HoneyGold eeps, and dodges!

Blackmorn's efforts start up again, and he tears away the rest of the 
  wrapstuff, despite the other spitting, freeing first his other arm, then his 
  legs, pushing himself rather unsteadily to his feet, and lurching to 
  Clearsight.
Blackmorn locksends ** <Stunned silence..then an impulse and a decision made> 
  **

You locksend ** ......... <Silence. Is she unconscious...?> ** to Blackmorn.

The preservers scatter, shrieking in distress. Realizing the wrapstuff does 
  not work, they flit into the branches, scattering yellow pollen everywhere. 
  Only Honeygold remains, trying to tug at Blackmorns hair. /No do! No do!/

Tumbleberry has left.

Leafdrop has left.

Rainsweet heads for the meadow.
Rainsweet has left.

Rosebud heads for the meadow.
Rosebud has left.

Nightwing heads for the meadow.
Nightwing has left.

Blackmorn drops to his knees, and pulls away handful after handful of the 
  substance, clearing Clearsights face first, then her shoulder and arms, 
  finally her legs...bent near her, he searches her face..

Clearsight is pale under the remaining strands of wrapstuff that cling to her 
  cheeks, and the flower-dust that clings as well. She breathes shallowly, 
  unconscious....

HoneyGold protests softly, distressed. /Ruin wrapstuff...nastybad highthing!/

Blackmorn nods, as if in private thought, ignoring HoneyGold's flitting about, 
  and slips his arms underneath Clearsight's back and knees, drawing her up. 
  Gathering his strength and his wits, he stands, slowly, Clearsight in his 
  arms, and turns, without another word, leaving the glen.

HoneyGold zips after, shrieking!
HoneyGold flits. /Nononono! No go away!/.

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.
Contents:
Long Knife
Taken.
Blackmorn's hair is pulled from it's usual tail, and is woven through with 
  flowers of various rich shades of purple and pink, the petals littering his 
  shoulders as well. His eyes are usually warm and light, a color closer to 
  warm amber...

Hidden Valley
This tiny hidden is nestled between the steep sides of three mountain peaks, 
  all but unreachable from the outside world. White clouds drift above, 
  curling around the mountaintops and blocking the valley from view from 
  above. There is an eternal twilight down in the bottom, a soft silvery one.

A small waterfall cascades down from one of the rocky sides of the valley, 
  falling into a small pool from which flows a sparkling {brook. The brook 
  disappears into a small copse of dark green trees, evergreen and sheltering. 
  A small berrypatch is on the other side of the brooklet, framing a miniature 
  meadow filled with sweetly fragranced flowers.

The warm night is sparsely lit by diffused moonlight that somehow penetrates 
  the clouds above.
Contents:
Blackmorn
Nightwing
Rosebud
Rainsweet
Carrypack(#3905)
Hand drum(#3907)
Dirk
Small grass-hued tent(#5250IOQ)
Cloak(#5251)
Obvious exits:
Berry patch  Pool  Copse  Climb out  

HoneyGold emerges from the fog surrounding the pool.
HoneyGold has arrived.

Clearsight groans faintly in Blackmorn's arms.

Rainsweet flies high - high - high! Finally it turns and dives down with a 
  happy whee!!

Honeygold calls out to the others. /Make wrapstuff! No go!/, but the feeble 
  attempts fail to affect Blackmorn at all. Finally, Honeygold flits up, 
  hovering in front of the highthings.

Rainsweet starts singing. /BREE-DEE-DEE!/

HoneyGold flits. /Prettyplease no go away, prettysoft highthings.../.

With great concentration Nightwing chooses a new leaf for a hat.

Rosebud flits up into a branch and perches there looking down.

Blackmorn pauses only a moment. "Out of my way, bug.."

HoneyGold wrings tiny hands. /Honeygold want to take care of highthings..is 
  dangerous, otherways!/
HoneyGold zips to land in Clearsights hair, holding on with hands and feet. 
  /NOOOOO!/

Tumbleberry flits confusedly, then gets a look of determination on its round 
  face.

Blackmorn lays Clearsight down gently, moving about to gather up scattered 
  things.

Leafdrop emerges from the copse.
Leafdrop has arrived.

Tumbleberry emerges from the copse.
Tumbleberry has arrived.
Tumbleberry flits up to Blackmorns shoulder. /Come with silentdark highthing!/

Blackmorn peers at the preserver on his shoulder, pausing while he picks up 
  the tent. "Come with...?"

Clearsight lies in a crumpled heap. The flowers in her hair have been crushed 
  and mangled by Nightwing's wrapstuffing, leaving the pewter-hued strands an 
  untidy mess.

Tumbleberry nods, tiny round face all serious /Come with and take good care of 
  highthing in the upabove place/

Blackmorn picks up the hand drum and it rattles faintly in him grasp.
Blackmorn tucks the dirk back beneath his belt, considering.

HoneyGold flitflits, distressed, tugging at Clearsights hair. /Stay!/

Blackmorn paces back over to Clearsight, and drops down beside her, waving the 
  preserver off with wide motions of his hand. "Leave her _alone_ bug...she is 
  not staying here.."

HoneyGold cries. /WAAAAH! NO GO AWAY!/

Clearsight coughs.

Blackmorn looks to the green preserver on his shoulder. "Bug..is there water 
  here..fresh water?"

Tumbleberry flits happily on his shoulder. /Is waterfall! Is all fresh!/

HoneyGold shrieks in protest at Tumbleberry /No say so! Make wrapstuff!/

Blackmorn nods, staying near Clearsight. "Go and bring some _fresh_ water..can 
  you? No flower-dust."

Tumbleberry has arrived.

Blackmorn releases Tumbleberry.

Clearsight twitches convulsively, coughing again.

Tumbleberry considers carefully. No flower?
Tumbleberry zips off!
Tumbleberry moves over to the pool.
Tumbleberry has left.

HoneyGold chirples in distress, and flits up to land on Blackmorns ear, 
  clinging. /Stay safe and snug and all here, prettyplease highthing/

Tumbleberry emerges from the fog surrounding the pool.
Tumbleberry has arrived.

Blackmorn touches Clearsight's shoulder gently, and sets the things aside, 
  moving to cradle her head in his lap a moment. He starts to speak, then cuts 
  himself short. "Clearsight..?"

Tumbleberry returns, hauling a curled up leaf filled with rapidly escaping 
  water.

Blackmorn brushes HoneyGold from his ear cursorily.

HoneyGold flitflits away, and starts chittering intesely at the other 
  preservers.

Clearsight coughs again, stirring groggily.

Tumbleberry flits up to Clearsight, dumping the remains of water right in her 
  face. Eep!

Clearsight starts violently, eyes flying open.

Blackmorn starts a bit himself at the rapid movement, after so much 
  'slowness'. He rests his hands on Clearsight's shoulder, above her. "Easy.." 
  he murmurs.

Clearsight struggles to breathe, in the relatively purer air here. Her gaze 
  lifts raggedly, finds Blackmorn's face just above... and slowly, 
  recollection seems to dawn. "B... blackmorn... "

Rosebud peeks up from behind a flower, looking all nervous.

Tumbleberry has left.

Blackmorn catches Tumbleberry.

Clearsight's eyes are momentarily terrified, until her gaze meets the other 
  elf's.

Blackmorn smiles very slightly, brushing a now-damp strand of hair from 
  Clearsight's eyes. "Clearsight...elf.."

Tumbleberry has arrived.
Blackmorn releases Tumbleberry.

Tumbleberry flits. /Is all better silversoft highthing?/

Clearsight stirs dazedly... the sound of her name seems to rally her, and she 
  murmurs, "My mother named me... Clearsight... "

Blackmorn breathes a sigh at that, and his smile grows. "Aye..better."

[To be continued....]