Log Date: 7/9/96, 7/10/96
Log Cast:
	Rayek, Ktai, Tilia, Petalwing
Log Intro:
	Moons have passed since Tilia has barred Rayek from entering
the Palace... and although he has had an initial burst of hot, angry
temper over it, Rayek has since fallen into despair. Still refusing to
confront Tilia over the matter -- for he refuses to fight in the Palace's
halls, and he does not understand what Tilia wants or needs of him to
retract her own anger -- Rayek throws himself into whatever tasks he can
find outside the High Ones' home.
	But Ktai, now that she's been healed by Mender, has her own
ideas about how to give Rayek comfort....

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From above, a few rocks fall loosely in as two feet make themselves seen in 
  the stairway.

Is Rayek down there? He's not prowling around above, at least. And unlike the 
  last time you peeked down here, there are actually faint sounds of stirring. 
  They halt a moment at the dropping of the rocks.

The feet step carefully down, albeit a bit heavily. A soft muttering can be 
  heard, but not understood.
Lightly comes a send. ** Rayek? Are you down here? **

Neutrally, his tone comes back, voiced rather than sent. "Yes."

** Ah... good... I couldn't remember if you ate cooked meat or raw... so I 
  cooked some... and got that annoying yet helpful bug to wrap the rest... I 
  found some bushes nearby with what seem to be edible berries... ** Ktai 
  comes into view, a wrapstuffed bundle under one arm, and both hands holding 
  a myriad of leaves with food on them.

Rayek sits on the stone floor near the sleeping niche, his ragged tunic in his 
  hands. He appears, of all things, to be trying to mend it. As you come down 
  into view, he glances up.

Ktai moves closer, offering the leaf-banquet. ** I hope there's something you 
  like on here... ** Her eye catches the mending, yet she says nothing, only 
  lowering the leaves to you.

Rayek blinkblinks, and stares at you, yellow eyes slightly widened in 
  bafflement. "Wh.. this is for what?"

Ktai smiles a bit. ** For you, gentle friend.... hunting is not unknown to 
  me... **
She sets the leaves down beside you. ** Please... if there is nothing that you 
  like there, tell me, and I shall try to find it. Otherwise, enjoy it... **

Rayek's gaze flicks over the offerings, perhaps unseeingly, and he returns his 
  attention to methodically running the sliver of stone and the thong looped 
  around it along the worn place in his tunic. "Thank you. I am not hungry."

Ktai opens her mouth, then closes it again. ** Oh. Well, I suppose it can 
  keep... ** She moves to set the wrapped bundle near the foot of the stairs.

Again, his tone is neutral, as he answers, "Petalwing's work is sound. Food 
  will keep in the wrapstuff."

Dark eyes glance over. ** Rayek... what is wrong? **

She sits on a step, almost afraid to draw near to you.
Ktai looks at you for a moment.

Rayek says without looking up from the laborious and methodical pace of his 
  needle's dance, "Nothing's wrong that hasn't always been, and that is within 
  my power to fix."

Ktai sighs softly. Well, this is more like him... ** I wanted to thank you, 
  Rayek... **
She looks down, picking up a lock of her hair and twisting it to and fro 
  nervously.

[Rayek stonily dismisses Ktai, who retreats without protest. But Rayek
 must emerge eventually, and after some time, when he does get hungry,
 he floats up and out of the stone shelter under the ground....]

In the near distance, the silk-clad female seems to be crouched over, working 
  with something.

Rayek, as he emerges, blinking slowly in the Daystar's light, scowls at his 
  surroundings. He's got his spear with him, and is wearing his mended tunic.

The 'accursed' female's back is towards him, bless the High Ones, so she does 
  not notice his emergance. She works quickly and silently with something 
  unseen.

Rayek hovers there over the sheltered stairway down into the rock, and 
  frowns. Ktai's back? Well, he hardly has say over where anyone goes, these 
  days. He turns in mid-air, and angles off towards the west. He's got hunting 
  to do.

Perhaps as he rises, he will see Ktai working on a kill... it looks large...

Rayek blinks, and glances down once more at the tall female. Hunted already, 
  has she? He ponders this a moment, then shrugs, expression settling into a 
  stony mask. No matter.

Ktai works efficiently, breaking the kill into workable bits, wasting little. 
  The fat gets tossed towards a wooden plank, the meat to another piece of 
  wood. She's obviously got a plan.

This strange behavior on Ktai's part makes him pause, thinking that he 
  should probably ask what she's doing. But something in him shies away from 
  the effort of asking -- to ask requires that he break his shell of solitude, 
  and this he does not want. Instead, he floats off over the western slopes, 
  scowling to himself, gaze distant. Time begins to pass...
The airwalker is gone for some time. Only when the Daystar has noticeably 
  shifted position overhead does he eventually float back into view, but now, 
  he is rumpled, dirty, his brown face sheened a bit with sweat. One thing 
  that hasn't changed, though, is his absent, bleak expression.

At this point, Ktai has started a fire and is doing multiple things... 
  cooking, drying, even seeming to boil something. She works relentlessly, her 
  hair tied back with a thin leather thong.

Exhausted -- for his hunt has been fruitless, if indeed hunting was what he 
  was doing -- Rayek lands, and stares in numb startlement at the activity in 
  which Ktai is still engaged.

So busy, she is, that she does not look away from her tasks, turning meat 
  that is in the fire, checking the drying meat by the fire... adding more fat 
  to the 'pot' that sits boiling.

Rayek stares, dully. This kind of work he hasn't seen in... well, since the 
  last time he was regularly in Sorrow's End. Finally, blankly, he barks, 
  "What?"

Ktai pauses, looking up, a questioning look in her eyes. ** Pardon? **

Rayek glimmers a little, as if he's floating, though he isn't actually off 
  the ground. He has one hand gripping his spear, and if you didn't know any 
  better, he might well be using it for support. He squints at your handiwork, 
  waves his free hand, and repeats wearily, "This. What is this? Is the entire 
  Sun Village coming here?"

Ktai blinks, pondering briefly. ** Not that I know of. Have they? **
She tosses a bit more fat to boil.

Rayek scowls, tiredly, and flicks his hand by way of a shrug. Fine; if Ktai 
  wishes to avoid answering his question, so be it. "I do not know, and I do 
  not care," he growls, and turns to make his way down into his chamber.

** What has you so bent out of shape, hm? You simply cannot expect me to lazy 
  about and not do any work, can you? **

"What you do is not for me to decree." And with that, Rayek steps stiffly 
  down into his dwelling, walking, for once, rather than floating.

Underground Dwelling(#7227RAFJ)
A bizarre chamber to be found underground, particularly in the World's Spine 
  Mountains, this place is completely incongruous with the stark terrain 
  outside. Clearly too regular to be a natural cave, it has been snugly shaped 
  by some loving hand, from the small fountain bubbling up from the middle of 
  the floor, to the niches in the walls where at night crude candles cast pale 
  glows, to the delicate and fanciful shapes that adorn the walls. On the 
  northern wall is a larger niche where sleepfurs have been piled, perhaps big 
  enough for an elf or three to rest.
The only way out appears to be a stairwell that spirals prettily up through 
  the stone.
Obvious exits:
Stairs<Up>

Ktai locksends ** Little you know, gentle one. **

You locksend to Ktai, Rayek doesn't answer you; if he heard your sending, he 
  gives no sign.

Ktai locksends ** Suit yourself, gentle one... High Ones know I can do 
  nothing to change that... for all I have tried... and failed. **

You locksend ** <Silence. Tinged with weariness, perhaps.> ** to Ktai.

Ktai locksends ** <Sadly> Oh, Rayek. I'd tell you that I love you... but I 
  can't expect that to change your mind towards me... **

You locksend ** <A glimmer of... some kind of response, but it's an uncertain 
  one at best, and something akin to pain. Before he allows himself to leak 
  anything further, though, he forcibly cuts himself off.> ** to Ktai.

Ktai locksends ** <A 'feel' of horror touches her send> I'm sorry... I didn't 
  mean to hurt you... if you want... I'll leave... **

You locksend ** <numbly> There is no reason you should leave the Palace's 
  environs. It is Home. <There's an odd tinge to that last word, perhaps an 
  implied 'to you'.> ** to Ktai.

Ktai locksends ** I have no home... I never did. **

You locksend to Ktai, Rayek sends back, as if by rote, ** The Palace is Home 
  to all... no reason you should leave. Doors open in welcome to all elves... 
  ** His words ramble. From exhaustion?

Ktai has arrived.

Rayek has lain down -- or perhaps collapsed -- into the niche of sleeping 
  furs. His spear lies discarded on the floor, near the quietly bubbling 
  fountain.

She moves slowly in, a newly wrapstuffed bundle in her hands. ** Listen to 
  yourself, Rayek... do you feel anything behind those words? Or are they 
  simply something that you have said for far too long? **

He doesn't twitch, nor does he raise his ead. ** Perhaps if I keep sending 
  them, they will become true... **

She sets the bundle down and moves closer to you. ** It doesn't work. <Her 
  send colours with one who has tried and failed> I know it doesn't. I've 
  tried. **

Rayek remains where he lies, sprawled face down in his sleepfurs. "Good," he 
  mutters. "You've noticed, too...."

** Hm? Noticed what? ** Cool hands gently touch your back, massaging lightly.

"That you can't put truth into words," Rayek mumbles, "when there is no truth 
  to be found. Comfort to know I am not slipping, again..."

Slow and gentle, the cool hands attempt to bring some respite to your back.
** And so one tries to make it home, wherever one finds themselves... it 
  isn't easy... nor inclusive to peace... but it is a way of life. ** A cool 
  damp cloth is placed at the back of your neck, and the cool hands return to 
  massaging.

One wonders whether Rayek's entire slim body has turned to rock; the back of 
  his neck certainly resembles it, from the way the muscles under his dark 
  skin seem knotted to the touch. He inhales briefly in startlement as the 
  cloth touches his flesh, though.

The cloth gets turned to a cooler side, and then the gentle massaging resumes.

Rayek, it would seem, is not ill; his skin has no sign of heat, not even an 
  unusual warmth, much less the dangerous heat he suffered when you last kept 
  him regular company. But he is clearly exhausted, and he sends a vague sense 
  of bemusement at the brush of your hands.

** Hm? What now? **
The cloth is removed, then replaced again, cooler. The soft massaging 
  continues.
** Rayek... please... tell me what bothers you. If it is your wish I will keep 
  it forever locked away... as I have kept many things over the years. **

[And meanwhile, in the Palace, where the Preserver Petalwing flits...]

Tilia steps in from outside.
Tilia moves away from the huge stone structure nearby.
Tilia has arrived.

Entry Hall(#8823RAF)
High-ceilinged, airy, this chamber widens out from the doorway 
  that serves as its entrance from outside to an expansive room, filled with 
  little more than strangely ornate walls and the occasional column, rising up 
  to the ceiling far overhead. Closer inspection of the walls reveals patterns 
  shaped into their surfaces, sometimes of wings, or flowers, or the lithe 
  forms of elves -- and sometimes of images that defy description. The air is 
  full of a subliminal shimmer that plays at the edge of elfin senses, a 
  tingle that feels welcoming even in its eldritch oddness.
A long winding stairway twines its way up out of this chamber and 
  into the upper heights of this place; you might be able to find other ways 
  out of here, but the only other exit in immediate sight is the archway and 
  doors that lead outside.
Contents:
Tilia
Bright Green Tent(#9206JOes)
Black Spiril
Obvious exits:
Corridor  Winding Stairway  Doorway<Out>

Petalwing flitters in the entry hall, then.

Tilia glances at the bug's boundering about and gives the Spiril 
  another troubled glance.

Petalwing comes zipping around a column, and blinkblinks, then 
  pipes gamely, /Hello, highthing!/

Tilia nods a reply. She stops and watches the flittering about for 
  a while longer with a pensive and troubled expression. In short, nothing 
  new. But this one has a more immediate and comprehensible goal. "What do you 
  eat?"

Petalwing blinks at that, and quirks its little head. /Petalwing 
  like juiceberries,/ it says, /and sparklewaters./

Tilia says "You have your nose out in the flowers half the time 
  like a buzzbee." She continues her diatribe as she pulls at a pouch by her 
  waist. "I was thinking you were drinking the dew, or the nectar, or whatever 
  flowers make in there all day."

Petalwing says sagely, /Petalwing go to thickgreen place for 
  flowers! Is long way! Go for sparklwaters, too!/

Tilia glances in her hand, deposited something small from the pouch 
  and tosses into the high vaulted ceilings of the Palace a single bright red 
  berry.

Petalwing oohs! /Highthing find juiceberries, too?/

Tilia mutters, "This is a long way from anywhere."

Petalwing flitflits, a bit, considering. It then chirps, /Is 
  Homeplace. Is good./

Tilia watches the arc of the berry as it lands against the stone 
  floor with a curious not-sound.
Tilia licks her lips, eyes the bug, and pops the rest from her hand 
  into the one place she knows it won't go to waste; her mouth.

Petalwing giggles playfully, zipping briefly with the berry that's 
  thrown and then up again. /Petalwing go for juiceberries again soon./ Is 
  that a glitter of intelligence in the bug's colorful gaze? /Littlegruff 
  highthing go too?/

Tilia shakes her head and sits on a low step, ferrying some more 
  berries from her pouch to her lips, one at a time. "Someone has to stay 
  here."

Petalwing hovers about, watching the elf cannily. /Highthings 
  here,/ it points out.

Tilia mms, just a noise, and stares out through a wall. "The 
  difference is living here and taking care of here."

Petalwing alights on a delicate bit of wall sculpture, probably 
  some fancy of Ekuar's, and chitters, /Homeplace needs highthings!/

Tilia nods, looking about. "That too."

Petalwing suggests wisely, /Move Homeplace to highthings!/

The reaction is complex, a slight motion in her shoulders, the set 
  of her jaw, but mostly it is in her eyes, widening and hardening, then 
  burning away to something external. She looks away from any possible gaze.

Petalwing shrugs airily, and flits to play with a dapple of light 
  cast down from some upper reaches of the Homeplace.

Tilia says "No."
The voice is somewhat whispy. She clears her throat. "No. I cannot 
  ... cannot fly the Palace."

Petalwing does a loop in the air, apparently chasing its own shadow 
  in some kind of Preserver game. It halts, then, and notes, /Sharpdark 
  highthing fly Homeplace with littlegruff highthing, but sharpdark highthing 
  no come in Homeplace, littlegruff highthing say nonono! So littlegruff 
  highthing get other highthing move Homeplace, or bring other highthings to 
  Homeplace, if littlegruff highthing lonely?/

Tilia doesn't seem to notice that the bug has gone on for some time 
  without a trill, and on one topic at that. A day for confusion or 
  celebration, or both. But not here. "I don't think anyone else /can/ move 
  it."

[And back with Rayek and Ktai....]

Rayek's shoulders bunch under your hands, as though the thought of an 
  appropriate answer disturbs him. He sends at last, tiredly, ** I have no 
  purpose. **

The cool hands massage gently as the cloth turns over again -- the first 
  indication that you have seen of her levitation returned to her. ** Then 
  make yourself a purpose. **

Rayek twitches a hand in a gesture that's probably meant to be sharp and 
  dismissive, but which registers largely as a limp flutter. ** And do what? 
  ** His sending is heavy, weighted, and slightly strangled, making him sound 
  as if he's drowning, mentally.

The hands continue gently. ** I could think of a million things... but many of 
  them I have noticed do not seem to agree with you. Perhaps drawing up charts 
  of the evening skies might do... Someone I knew once wanted to do that... 
  but he never got the chance. ** Her send feels sad towards the end, yet it 
  still carries an upward feel.

Rayek sends openly ** <bleakly> I want to go to those stars, Ktai, not look at 
  them from here. **
The sending is surprisingly wistful, for Rayek, and surprisingly soft.

Gentle hands continue, unsurprised. ** Yet in order to go anywhere, one must 
  have a map. **

For a long time, he neither sends nor says anything, until: ** A... <rough 
  huskiness in his mind-voice> A map... will do no good without the means to 
  make the journey... ** He trails off into silence, eyes clenching, from what 
  you can see of his face, tightly shut.

Pressure, from the two hands, then a soft puff of breath on your ear as her 
  warm lips kiss your ear. ** If you can dream it, you can do it. I will help 
  you as best as I can, Rayek. **

Rayek's hands clench at the furs; you can feel him trembling.

She does not move from that crouched position. ** What is it, Rayek? What has 
  you so upset? **
Her breath is frighteningly close to your ear... warm and cool at the same 
  time.

Rayek does not look up. But after a moment, his thoughts still bleak and 
  barren, he allows a send: a glimpse of the Palace being the one place where 
  he feels at Home. With this denied him, it is as though an arm has been 
  chopped off his body.

Again, a gentle send, mingled with the warmth on your ear. ** So go back. If 
  it is so welcome to all elves, walk back in there. Peace can be made... even 
  if it means aquiescing. **

Rayek says, a ragged edge to his voice, "She has barred it from me. I cannot 
  fight her... I-I will not... it would be of no use..."
Rayek abruptly smacks the furs with a fist, growling, "I gave my apology.... 
  what more does she want of me?"

** Ask her, gentle one. **
Again, the light kiss and feathery breath.

Rayek whispers, "She will not speak with me..."

** Then speak to her. And if she moves, follow. You cannot hide, gentle one... 
  not any longer... it will tear you apart. Believe me... I have hidden from 
  things... and I know the consequences. ** Her lips kiss softly, again, then 
  one more breath passes before she sits back and massages again.

Rayek begins, "I..." His voice roughens, and he tries again, "I... tried 
  speaking. There is... nothing to say." Hearing himself called "gentle" yet 
  again, he starts quivering, almost with laughter, but there is nothing 
  mirthful about what you can see of his face, nor his taut words.

** Then let it go for now... just let it all go. Set the burdens of the world 
  on her shoulders and watch her come round. She cannot do it alone. You could 
  not... no-one can. So let it go. ** Gentle hands continue to massage, and 
  the cloth shifts on its own yet again, cool and relaxing.

[Back in the Palace...]

Petalwing flitflitflits.
Petalwing plays with angling its hat on its little head, and chirrs 
  merrily to Tilia, /If littlegruff highthing have no one fly Homeplace, bring 
  more highthings here! Petalwing fetch highthings?/

Tilia looks dour for a lingering moment, then smiles a bit. "Do you 
  know anyone who could fly the grande Palace?"

Petalwing flitters. /Sharpdark highthing!/ it says promptly, then 
  tugs at its hat. /Littlegruff highthing want other highthings though. 
  Petalwing remember./ With that, the bug props its miniscule chin on its 
  miniscule hands, and appears to think very hard.

Tilia lets out a tiny, vulnerable sigh. "Yes."
Tilia mimics the pose, only without quite so much thought.

Petalwing chatters ramblingly, /Softpretty highthing with 
  makebetter hands has many sparklefires, but not fly Homeplace with... 
  brighthair highthing maybe? Or sparklefire highthings in sunnywarm 
  homeplace.../

Tilia chuckles. Once. "Leetah. I hadn't thought of her in ..." her 
  eyes clear, widen, and she sits up. Stunned.

Petalwing quirks its head. /Softpretty highthing made makebetter 
  sparkleglow on sharpdark highthing,/ it confides. /Before Petalwing come 
  back to Homeplace with highthings!/

The next words are careful, dripping one at a time through the 
  deceptively high-pitched voice of Tilia, "Could ... you go get Leetah?"
Tilia says "Bring her. Here. To visit."

Petalwing chatters on, merrily, /Sharpdark highthing fall down 
  icyhole, leg all broke, Petalwing put sharpdark highthing in wrapstuff.../ 
  It breaks off, and blinkblinblinks guilelessly. /Littlegruff highthing want 
  softpretty highthing?/

Tilia says "Y-e-s-s... if she will. Perhaps I will go to her, 
  instead."

Petalwing blinkblinkblinks. /Littlegruff highthing say, someone 
  need stay in Homeplace!/ It sounds confused.

Tilia stands after a moment's time. "Yes. Or no." She starts up the 
  stairs.
Tilia makes her way up the long staircase.
Tilia has left.

[And back with Rayek and Ktai...]

Rayek opens his eyes a moment, and stares blankly out from the niche. "She'll 
  know," he mumbles. He does not sound relieved.

You sense in a locksend, Tilia's send resonates wih the hundreds of tiny 
  backvoices and subconscious spirits that resonate with the Palace. ** Rayek 
  of Sorrow's End. **

Rayek then, abruptly, jerks.

** Rayek? **
Her hands reach around you now, and try to pull you to her.

You locksend to Tilia, Rayek's mind is within range -- it can be clearly 
  sensed, when sought from within the Palace. He is to the west, over a few 
  peaks... and tired. Grieved. And, when he hears your call, thunderstruck. ** 
  ... **
Rayek stares numbly into the air, eyes gone round, face so blank with shock 
  that it leaves him looking oddly childlike.

Ktai cradles you, rocking gently. ** Rayek? Are you still with me, gentle one? 
  **

You sense in a locksend, Tilia's thoughts seem to arrive slightly before the 
  send itself, a hissing leading up to the shapes in the send, ** I am going 
  away. I no longer anger at you and if you wish to return to the Palace you 
  may. Do not move it. I leave to return, and if I find it gone ... /again/ 
  ... ** the word is noted, punctured with the emotion of hatred and pain that 
  is carried too easily by her rappor with the Palace.
You sense in a locksend, Tilia's next send is withdrawn and controlled. ** 
  Then I will be elf no longer. I could not bear it. **

You locksend to Tilia, Rayek sends back nothing except blank shock, and 
  exhaustion. For an instant -- few would be able to catch this from him, but 
  you're one -- it flickers through him that this must be some sort of cryptic 
  mockery, but that flashes out of his thoughts as quickly as it comes. ** 
  I... I will not... **
Rayek abruptly begins trembling more violently, and his eyes turn suspiciously 
  wet.

Ktai only holds you quietly, rocking you, sending soothing thoughts. Her lips 
  press against the side of your head, and she closes her eyes.

[In the Palace...]

Tilia comes down the stairs from above.
Tilia has arrived.

Petalwing flitflits curiously, watching as the Palace's small 
  mistress returns. /Littlegruff highthing go get softpretty highthing?/

Tilia says "If I can find her. The Sun Village isn't too far, is 
  it?"

Petalwing says brightly, /Softpretty highthing in hometrees, not in 
  sunnywarm homeplace! Petalwing saw! Is there with busyhead highthing and 
  growlers!/

Tilia looks about her and nods. "Sun Village is closer. Then I'll 
  worry about where she is."

Petalwing bobs its small head. /Sunnywarm homeplace that way./ It 
  points east. Petalwing knows!/ Then it peers more closely. /Littlegruff 
  highthing go by self?/

Tilia says "You said yourself. Hardly anyone here."

[And, as Tilia departs from the Palace, back with Rayek and Ktai...]

Rayek mumbles, "She... sent..."

She hugs you close to her now, a wispy send responding. ** And? **

Rayek sends, blankly, an echo of the words just directed to his mind. ** 'I no 
  longer anger at you and if you wish to return to the Palace you may. Do not 
  move it. I leave to return'... **

Her lips, still pressed to your temple, smile. ** There, gentle love. The door 
  again is open. **
Her breath is cool and soft against your skin, and she continues to rock you 
  gently.

Rayek trembles, violently, but after a few moments forcibly stills himself. 
  "Please," he says gruffly, "let me... I must..."

Again, the soft kiss. ** Then go, gentle love. The Palace awaits you. ** Her 
  arms hug you briefly, then open.

Rayek's mouth tightens as he eyes you, considering your new way of calling 
  him. But then, as if shot from a bow, he suddenly floats, quickly, up and 
  out of the chamber.

[Rayek zooms out to the Palace....]

Ktai follows on foot, watching you with unreadable eyes.
A gentle send. ** Go on... **

Rayek sucks in a sigh, and very quietly, steps into the glimmering hall.
Rayek steps through the doorway into the Palace.
Rayek moves away from the huge stone structure nearby.

[Rayek heads into the entry hall...]

Soft sounds of leather against the floor as Ktai follows behind.

Rayek pauses there, just into the entry hall, gaze strangely liquid as he 
  takes in the sight of the wide, airy chamber.

** Is it home? **

A purple shape comes streaking down out of the upper reaches of the chamber: 
  Petalwing, shrieking happily, /Sharpdark highthing! Sharpdark highthing back 
  in Homeplace!/

Rayek blinkblinkblinks a bit at the Preserver, something like a smile playing 
  across his brown face.

Ktai's lips curl a bit. ** I suppose that is a good enough answer. **

Petalwing lands right on Rayek's shoulder, grabs up a handful of disheveled 
  black hair, and prattles brightly, /Littlegruff highthing get all lonely by 
  self, talk with Petalwing, say she no move Homeplace by self, Petalwing say 
  littlegruff highthing bring other highthings to Homeplace,
  littlegruff highthing remember sharpdark highthing move Homeplace, but no 
  say to Petalwing but Petalwing know, and littlegruff highthing ask about 
  other highthings, and Petalwing remember softpretty highthing with makebetter 
  hands who do pretty sparklefires on sharpdark highthing when leg all not 
  good!/

Ktai doesn't even try to follow the prattling of the Preserver... just watches 
  Rayek as she stands there silently.

Rayek, seeming rather dazed, tries to absorb the little bug's chatter, and 
  finally blinks. "Leetah. Tilia has gone to see...Leetah?"
Rayek murmurs, "Leetah... perhaps... yes, this is good..." Still seeming 
  vaguely thunderstruck, he moves slowly towards the stairs, chin lifted a 
  little, mouth slightly parted, as though he tries to drink the very air.

Ktai watches quietly, seeming almost amused, really.
Finally, Ktai moves towards Rayek and lays a hand on his shoulder. ** Perhaps 
  you should retire to your chamber... and rest within these walls for a bit. **

Rayek blinks? Rest, here? The thought seems alien to him, and as he lifts his 
  strangely full gaze to the taller elf, he breathes, "No... not yet... the 
  Scroll, I mmust see if the Scroll is well, I haven't seen it since the 
  journey..." He trails off, and pleads, "Please... find Ekuar?"

Petalwing offers happily, /Petalwing help find moverock highthing!/

Ktai nods briefly. ** Good, Petalwing. Go find Ekuar and tell him the 
  news - slowly. ** To Rayek, she smiles. ** Then lead the way, gentle 
  Rayek. **

[And with that, as Rayek ventures into the chamber of the Scroll of
 Colors, we end the log.]