A.S. Korra'ti From: Jessica Orr [jrorr@exis.net] Sent: Friday, May 09, 1997 10:01 PM To: Strongwind; Aureole Subject: Finding_Glisten.log Log Date: May 9, 1997 Log Intro: A tornado had blown through the Plainsrunners' Canyon. Glisten, an elder of the Plainsrunners, had run towards the North Canyon to find her life, Grassweaver, instead of following the others to shelter. She did not return after the storm had passed. When the elves reemerged to survey the wreakage, the belt of the Elder was found. Strongwind, her son, was dumbfounded, and began to search the canyon for his mother's form.. Plainsrunner Canyon The Plainsrunner have set up permanent camp here in the canyon. You see many tents scattered along the sides of the canyon and cookfires in front of them in addition to racks for drying meat. There are corrals in a side canyon to the southeast where the horses stay and smoke rising from other side canyons hinting to more tents you cannot see. The daystar sets beyond the horizon and all seems quiet except for the creatures that sing through the night. Contents: Windchill Glit Strongwind Spearfall Leather belt(#8620) Tornado Leather Tent(#8881JVaes) Fangface Scamper Boulder Main Campfire Obvious exits: South of Plains Mtn Corral Clan Cave Deer Canyon North Canyon A whisper in the back of your mind pulls you towards a jagged rock near the Clan Cave. Its top is high, but it slopes down steeply. Strongwind stares at the clan cave, and hurries over to it. The sense grows stronger.. calling.. as you come closer to the jagged rock, you notice the debris surrounding it that also got trapped or caught.. wood.. rocks.. then, suddenly, scraps of cloth. Strongwind rushes to a jagged rock, hopping up to it. Caught between the rock and the wall, partly covered with dirt and other debree, is a decidedly elven form, the body bent at an unnatural angle.. Strongwind stops as he sees something... Strongwind looks at you. Spearfall follows behind Strongwind silently. Strongwind drops to his knees, shaking his head. Strongwind locksends ** Mother? Mother?? ** Caught between the jagged rock and the wall behind it, is a decidedly elven body with long hair and female attributes. Her body is bent at an unnatural angle, her face turned away from those who look, with a large gash across her head where a stone had struck her. Strongwind locksends ** MOTHER! Answer me! ** Strongwind is silent, obviously sending... Something locksends ** A fleeting touch of the mind is all that comes, but there is mostly silence. Cold, dark silence. ** to Strongwind. Windchill hurries over to the Strongwind and Spearfall, getting to Spearfall and staying with her. Tears well up in Strongwind's eyes as he starts shaking his head... Strongwind speaks softly, "healer...get a healer..." Strongwind locksends ** Mother, stay with me! Please! ** Still, no answer comes. The fragile seeming form gives no response to the pleading sends, as empty as a husk stripped of its corn. Wooddancer looks away as tears roll down her cheeks feeling a little guilty for not letting her mate go after his mother Spearfall walks to Strongwind, laying a calming hand on his shoulder, softly, "It is too late." Strongwind shakes his head, his body slumping a bit, "No...oh no...." Spearfall says "She is with my Mother and Father. Remember her with joy, not sadness." Briarcatch enters the main campsite from Deer Canyon. Briarcatch has arrived. Briarcatch emerges, without his spear. Spearfall stands with Strongwind, hand on his shoulder, hear bowed. Spearfall looks up to the sky slowly, a tear falling from her eye. Strongwind takes a very shaky breath, and sits on his feet, hus head bending down. Windchill steps over to both Spearfall and Strongwind and again wraps an arm over both of their shoulders. Wooddancer cries as she looks away at the sky blaming herself Spearfall hesitates, then moves past Strongwind and Windchill. She kneels beside the broken body of Glisten. She gathers her up in her arms and stands slowly. Strongwind still holds his mother's belt. Windchill sighs gently and watches Spearfall quietly, although he keeps an arm around Strongwind. Spearfall begins the walk toward the ... Spearfall travels down the faint path that leads to the bottom of the moutain towards the plains. Spearfall has left. [Spearfall walks a great distance over the Plains, bearing the battered body of the elder, Glisten.] you walk quietly towards the Slient Hill. A silent hill The top of this hillock is barren and lonely, the tall prairie grasses swaying in the winds. Strange structures of weather-worn sticks stand here, an elf-and-a-half or more above the ground. The lattice-work is bound together with cord, plaited grass, and leather thongs. From one, white feathers flash in the breeze; from another, long-dried flowers tap lightly on bleached wood. Toward Sun-goes-down, the ragged, patchy line of dusty green marks the presence of a distant spring, or tiny thread of running water. Off to the northwest, the land curves in a shallow circle, the floor falling away sharply. A faint path weaves through the trembling grass, disappearing down the side of the crescent in the earth. The daystar sets beyond the horizon and all seems quiet except for the creatures that sing through the night. Contents: Spearfall two wolves Obvious exits: Arroyo Spearfall lays you down gently at the crest of the hill. Spearfall arranges flowers, rocks and grass along your body slowly, taking her time, being precise. The head tilts back slightly as it is laid down. The elder's face that used to hold pride and wisdom is now littered with scratches and tears, her leaf green eyes closed. Two wolves creep out from where they had been hiding, tails low, one of them limping. Spearfall glances to the wolves and silently, as to preserve the nature of the hill, scoops them into her arms. Spearfall kneels beside the elder, cubs in hand, gazing at her for some time. Spearfall scritches the wolves idly as she gazes at the Elder, tears flowing gently. Two wolves burrow their heads against the familiar elf-scent, the big female chuffing in her throat. Wind from the disappearing storm causes the listless hair to fly over the gashed face. For a brief moment, despite the unnatural color of her skin, she looks as she was. But the wind catches again, and the hair falls back over teh ground, shattering the illusion. Two wolves nuzzle against Spearfall, seeking comfort as much as giving it. Spearfall closes her eyes and looks to the skies. She whispers softly, "Take care of her, Mother." Spearfall stands and quietly leads the wolves down the hill. [END LOG]