Sent: Thursday, January 14, 1999 12:28 PM

Log file from Tsoran. (Second half of the encounter, but the first didn't get 
logged. Basically a discussion about the advantages gliders have over 
wolfbloods ;)

Clearing by the Old Willow
Here in the heart of the Willowholt, the air is thick with the scents of the
  Newgreen -- regardless of season. Green growing things crowd the clearing,
  from the myriad bright 'mushrooms' hiding among tall shoots of grass, to
  dreamberry bushes sandwiched between the trees, to the mighty, massive 'Old
  Willow' that dominates everything in sight. A fallen 'log' under the Old
  Willow's branches provides a place to sit; a gurgling 'fountain' provides a
  constant song of water. Amidst the almost overwhelming weight of Newgreen
  scents, the air, to elfin senses, is alive with magic.
Immediately to the northeast, overlooked by the mighty willow, lies a small
  pond; to the southeast, south, and west, paths to the Holt's more secluded
  parts; to the east, the distant marshes.
The sun is rising over the green Holt, climbing towards the zenith. The sun
  is high in the hot summer skies.
Contents:
Zalen
Prowlfar
Fallberry
Obvious exits:
Branch<Climb>  Old Willow<SW>  Hillside<S>  Path<W>  Starwillow Copse<SE> 
  Marsh<E>  Pond<N>  

Tall and slender among the company he keeps, Zalen still gives the air of
  someone young and unexperienced. Large violet eyes only serve to make him
  appear younger and readily give away his thoughts and emotions, The height
  of this maturing elf does not seem to quite fit the style of his clothes.
  Obviously a wolfrider design, blackened almost a pitch dark, these hunting
  leathers hold snug to his form, fringes hanging low from his shoulders and
  arms to blurr his form from dusk to dawn. He also wears a creamy cloth
  shirt, sleeves bunched up and tied off at his elbows. His black hair is
  tossled about his face in a disarray. He is also wearing a pair of black
  leather shoes, suitable for treading silently. 

Zalen is still working with the strips of leather. He seems to be making a
  long rope, two or so feet long at the moment, with a very small loop at one
  end, but continues to work upon it.

Tsoran takes a seat, and regards the shaped fountain critically. "You have a
  rockshaper, as well?"

Zalen says "Had." He looks up. "It was natural to begin with."

Tsoran says "I met your woodshaper. Or are there several?"

Zalen says "At the moment I believe it's just Acorn. We're low-maintenance at
  the moment."

Tsoran strokes his chin thoughtfully. "Mmmm."

Zalen smiles a bit. "Don't get any ideas," he says casually.

Tsoran looks perfectly innocent. "You have several children here yourself, I
  believe. How many of glider blood are there, all in all?"

Zalen considers for a moment. "Discounting whatever your child's name is,
  four. Soon five."

Tsoran raises an eyebrow. "Soon?"

Zalen nods and says with something of a smile, "Is this your first
  recognition?"

Tsoran says "Perhaps. Hmm. You, Midnight, Sela, Simmel... either Zanleah or the
  unknown fourth, then."

Zalen continues his leatherworking, looking up occasionally to watch the
  other pureblood and his expressions.

Tsoran regards the fountain peacefully.

Tsoran locksends ** Are you as much a part of this tribe as you appear to be? **
  to Zalen.

Zalen glances up and asks casually, "What do I appear to be?"

Tsoran considers, glancing at the younger glider. "Adapted."

Zalen says "It's impossible to live outside for very long without changing.
  Don't think that I'm no longer a Glider; I simply am a Glider living
  outside with a wolfblood mate and several children." He smiles and says,
  "But I'm still a Glider."

Tsoran says "The blood will win out. Or so it seems."

Zalen pauses then looks up and asks enigmaticly, "But whose blood."

Tsoran locksends ** I have spoken with Simmel. In the Mountain. Our blood is
  strong. ** to Zalen.

Zalen nods, then adds, "We have all been there. You will notice," he ads,
  voice touched with pride, "none of my family stays."

Tsoran says "Indeed. Perhaps it is as well."
 
Tsoran locksends ** I asked Dusk if Midnight had much contact with the gliders of
  the holt. She seemed... timid about contacting you. ** to Zalen.

Zalen says "Dusk? Why?"

Tsoran says "I do not know. Perhaps you might wish to... inquire, at some point.
  I am sure Midnight would benefit from it."

Tsoran gets to his feet again.
Tsoran nods to Zalen. "It has been... interesting. I look forward to learning
  more on my next visit."

Zalen nods, then says, "What did you do to Rillwhisper."

Tsoran pauses, looking down at Zalen.

Tsoran says "It seems I was mistaken in thinking she would no longer recall."

Zalen says "It seems you are correct." He then asks again, "What did you do."

Tsoran considers a moment, then raises his fingers to his mouth and whistles
  a signal before turning his attention back to Zalen.

Tsoran locksends ** Mistaking her for one of the intrusive Ravenholt elves. We do
  our best to keep them clear of the Mountain, after too many... unfortunate
  experiences. ** to Zalen.

Zalen nods. He then says, "I do not fear you, Tsoran. Nor do I hate you. I
  haven't been poisoned by the minds of the wolfbloods, though they have been
  the only people to accept me." Is this a challange? A threat? The
  information is offered straightforward and honestly, though not without
  pride.

Above, Tsoran's bondbird approaches. He rises to meet it, with a parting
  send. ** Perhaps we will be able to instill the same balance of mind on
  your tribesmates, then. Until next spring... Zalen. **

Down in the clearing, Zalen nods.

End Log.