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Realms: Idlewild Logs

September 7

Idlewild - Sep 7 2003

The group of travellers is ready to leave the underground warmth of the Collective and walk the icy landscape above once more, on their way to the Summer Court. Soleil seems confident that he knows the way to reach Spring from Winter, and then Summer from Spring-- though he looks tired when he says it, as though it's a longer journey than he really wants to make. Willow is staying behind, and Lotte's wolves have all been convinced to stay and recuperate except for a small faded grey female she calls Ghost.

The boys all have leather clothing and armor-- Aiden, Steven and Sol's from the Winter Palace storerooms; Seodil's new white and grey leathers appeared since he rejoined the group after doing his own separate "favor" to Madhavi.

Lotte bears a new orange ex-electric guitar on a shoulder strap slung across her back.

Steven doesn't pry into what Seodil did for Mahdavi; he simply makes his preparations, musing over Willow's own departure from the group.

Emerging from the caverns, the group as a whole is struck by the very cold wind tossing dry snow at them.

Aiden hisses at the wind and ducks his head down, trying to keep it from blowing right into his face.

Lotte pulls her hood up over her head and shoves her hands into her pockets, shivering with the wind.

Aiden lets out a yelp of surprise and points towards the fuzzy grey, yeti-like creature that's rushing towards them. "What in the hell is that?!"

Steven blinks, looking around, then catches sight of what Aiden is pointing at, he grips his staff, blinking. "I.. I.. don't know! Bigfoot?!"

Lotte yelps "Ohmigod!" and moves protectively in front of Ghost.

Ghost, oddly, makes no move.

The bulky furry figure dashes closer. No face is visible in the driving snow, only a mass of grey fur.

Aiden reaches for his sword, getting ready to draw it at a moment's notice. He moves himself so that he's half-blocking Soleil..

Steven glances at Ghost; if the animal isn't reacting, then there might not be a problem. When he sees Aiden holding his ground, he grips his staff, and stands fdirm but does not attack.

Sol also draws his sword, giving Aiden a half-amused look the recipient does not see.

Seodil moves quietly, sword out, to Sol's other side.

The furry thing resolves into an oddly shapeless bundle of grey furs as it catches up enough to be heard yelling in the storm. "Wait! Wait!"

Lotte waits for the beast to approach anxiously.

Aiden blinks when it starts speaking..

Steven blinks, and shakes his head, chuckling, as he relaxes.

In a voice Lotte recognizes as belonging to her former guide Januarias, the fuzzy beast says, "I thought you wouldn't stop!" and peers out of its furry hood with some difficulty. He continues, "I brought you cloaks... saw you had none, and Madhavi said we owed you."

Steven blinks, and smiles. "Oh! Thank you, very much!

Aiden smiles, "Thank you. I think we were just regretting that, actually."

Lotte lets out a deep exhale and then a great big smile. "Thank you! I thought we'd be doomed out here in this cold."

Januarias smiles briefly at the men, saying "Well, you did have those skins, but they're not enough!" before gazing at Lotte with a spreading smile and holding out the bundle in his arms to her. "You, on the other hand, haven't any fur! I brought you one I made myself." He beams, arms full of more than just the one cloak but attention all on the pretty redhead.

Lotte seems oblivious to the extra attention. "Oh! Well, thank you again!"

Aiden looks over at Sol and grins.

Januarias lets the cloaks be taken from him, one for each person, without looking at anyone but Lotte. He grins foolishly. "You're welcome! I, uh... guess I should go back inside now."

Aiden takes a cloak from Januarias, with a nod of thanks that the man probably won't even see, he's so focused on Lotte. He takes the cloak and pulls it over his shoulders, over the wolf-skin and pulls the hood up tightly around his face..

The Collective fey adds, "Oh, and Madhavi said to tell Steven especially that she is personally looking forward to seeing him again." He's still looking at Lotte, though.

Lotte starts to notice Januarias' stare and blushes. She puts on her cloak and bundles up in it, nearly hiding her face.

Steven blinks in surprise. "Er... she did?" I wonder why....?

Aiden chuckles under his breath.

Lotte pipes up, "Well, thank you again! We really should be going..."

Steven nods, quietly. "Yes... thank you again." He rather likes the feel of the cloak -- it's very nice and warm. Well... very warm. Warmer than it should be. Magic? he wonders.

Janurias nods jerkily to Lotte. "Ok. Um, take care!" He stands there, still faintly grinning.

Seodil snorts and starts walking away, wearing his new cloak.

Aiden pulls the front of the cloak shut against the wind, silently grateful for the warmth that the cloak provides, though the fake fur and real leather is an odd combination.

Lotte looks to the rest of the group for help, as she has no idea what else to say to the elf and no idea how to just walk away from someone staring so intently at her.

Aiden says under his breath, "At least give the guy a hug. He came all this way out here.."

Lotte pauses, then slowly extends her arms and gives Januarias a shy little hug.

Beside Aiden, Sol snickers quietly and says, "Goodbye, friend. We all thank you for your thoughtful gift, and I'm sure it will serve as a reminder of you--" he manages to imply both the Collective and the fey, seperately-- "for a long time to come. Right, Lotte?" He tilts his head at her, almost straight-faced.

Aiden lifts his hand to his mouth and coughs, the cold air most certainly to blame. Probably.

Janurias is clearly thrilled by the gesture and squeezes Lotte back happily, though he does let go again. He beams, cheeks bright red in the cold air.

Lotte can't stand it anymore and turns to go, shooting half-hearted glares at Aiden and Sol. Though flustered, her mouth gives away a quiet giggle.

Steven chukles quietly, and follows after Lotte, giving the fey another expression of thanks as he bundles into the nice warm cloak.

Soleil seems susceptible to the cold as well, coughing a bit behind his hand as they turn to go. His eyes, over the hand, give Lotte an encouraging twinkle.

Ghost huffs and nudges Lotte's leg as she trots along beside her, tail waving.

The group sets forth in earnest, a hard day's travel made easier by their new winter (fake) furs. Seodil ranges ahead and manages to find a stand of trees to serve as a windbreak as the day gets darker. The group's resources have improved since raiding the Winter Palace's storerooms, and a fairly cozy camp is made, complete with a fire for warmth.

Aiden settles down into the camp and eats. It's a ration bar, but that's a fairly new thing, so he's not sick of them yet. He sits fairly close to the fire and watches to make sure that it doesn't go out.

Lotte sits near the fire and shares her ration with Ghost.

Steven settles down for the day, enjoying (as best as he can, thogugh it's really quite good) the ration bar and performing his evening meditations.

Sol leans back against a tree beside Aiden and sighs, "Still far to go. If we can find a shortcut through Spring we should take it." He munches on his own elven ration bar for awhile, seeming not to mind dried fruits and nuts in the slightest. He sighs again. "Although I'm not sure what we'll do when we get to the Summer Court... what do you think?" The question appears to be addressed to the party at large.

Aiden says, "Perhaps you can give us a little history of the relations between the Summer Court and the Winter Court, Sol? I'm not quite sure what sort of footing we're on here."

Ghost nibbles daintily at the almonds and dried apple Lotte offers her, but out of politeness.

Steven nods quietly. "Yes, we're... sort of not really aware of what we've gotten ourselves into.

Sol makes a face. "I didn't get the education I should have by now, after... we left Winter, but I can give you a general idea of our history: we squabble, but on the surface it's usually polite and elaborate. We try to score points on the other side, but you have to have a good reason to kill somebody or face exile-- so formal duels used to be frequent but not necessarily fatal. Seodil's from there, he can tell you more."

Aiden tries not to look too stunned by this.. a pretty dismal failure, he must admit to himself.

Steven can't help but look surprised at Seodil is from the Summer Court. Somehow, he thought that there would be more of a difference between the two courts, for some reason.

Soleil adds, "We're all distant cousins. The courts are all distantly related, and because there aren't as many elves as there are.. well, everything else, we work together. But favors still cost a lot, and Summer will not be entirely displeased to hear of Winter's pain."

Lotte sits silently and listens.

Seodil stares gloomily into the fire.

Steven grimaces. "So what could we expect them to do?

Sol sighs and says in a small voice, "I'm not really sure. They might just want to watch me beg in front of witnesses before they send help, which I'd do... I have no face to lose that matters if I'm not staying around, which they'd never understand. Or they might want something more... tangible. That's why we brought gems, as a goodwill gift. If they want some concrete benefit, I don't know what we have to offer."

Aiden listens to Sol as he speaks, frowning at the last sentance he speaks. He holds his tongue for now, though. "You're lying, Sol. What is it that we have to offer?"

Steven shakes his head, his opinion of Lua lowering even more, for sending them here with no guidance.

Lotte sits thinking and absentmindedly slips her hand into an inner pocket. She fiddles with something for awhile before bringing it out and staring at it near the firelight.

Steven swallows a bit, shivering, not liking the sound of that. He feels an... odd, slight sense of forboding. he closes his eyes. This isn't going to go well, is it? Lord Pelor, guide my steps that I might walk in your path, that we might survive this and do well. He shakes his head quietly. "So... by 'concrete benefit' that means anything they ask of us?"

Aiden watches the fire, staring into the flames as the others speak. He's listening and taking it all in, but not saying anything just yet

As if conjured by Steven's opinion, Soleil says softly, "I'm not sure what choice Winter had but to send us, though. The court itself is scattered and wounded, and to survive it will need all the help it can get. I just don't know yet what it will cost..." He looks up at Steven, amber eyes glowing in the firelight. "Not anything. We have rights, and we must all act that way when we get there. We must not seem weak personally, or we'll be beneath notice. If I have to seem weak by pleading in public later, it's different-- they'll have had to give us something to get it. But we give nothing away."

Steven glances to Sol, then nods quietly. "All right. I trust you, Sol." But still he can't shake this forboding.

Aiden frowns, "I'd rather this didn't end with you having to plead for their aid, Sol."

Sol smiles, not with much humor. "It helps that we're all elves. It really, really does. They may still try to take you from me... we'd better give you all titles." He looks more cheerful, suddenly. "I can do that as heir. I hadn't thought of that before. Let's make you official Important People, crown-sanctioned."

Steven blinks. "'take us from you?'

Aiden nods at Steven's question, but chuckles at the "official Important People" bit.

Sol looks at Aiden soberly. "If that's all I have to do, I will be happy. It costs me almost nothing, really."

Lotte nods in understanding of Sol's plan but continues to stare at the thing in her hand. "Important people... I don't think it will be too hard to play that role."

Steven nods slowly, and lets out a breath.

Aiden frowns at Sol, he can hold his tongue no longer. "What is it that we have to offer? You said we had nothing, but you weren't being entirely truthful."

Turning to Steven, Sol says matter-of-factly, "You yourselves are valuable commodities at the very same time you are not 'respectable' people. We have long had a fascination with the mortal realm, and so you will be seen, for your mortal blood, both as a thing to be possessed and treasured as a... pet, or a toy... and an inferior. Hence the titles being a good idea. It helps show you're somebody in Winter, not just anyone's meat."

Lotte shudders at the thought of being claimed as someone's pet.

Steven blinks, and grimaces. "I... don't really like being called a 'pet,' let alone an inferior. All right.

Soleil bites his lip and looks at Aiden after nodding encouragingly to Lotte. He says, "Without making it clear that you're... well, people... Summer may be tempted to see you all as bargaining chips. Either to keep, or to be lent for a night, a month, a year and a day... I think Seodil and I can protect you."

Aiden looks at Soleil, deadly serious. "I'm not going to allow them to touch me, Sol."

Aiden pauses a moment, then speaks again. "...and?"

Sol nods, once. "If they try, I will leave with you as soon as you request. The alliance is not worth anything that has to be unwillingly given."

Aiden nods slightly..

Lotte very obviously enjoys the idea of being given a title. "I think we need these titles... we need to learn how to act like very important people. The snottier we act, the more they think we know. Let's try on some new identities!"

Steven glances to Lotte, then blinks a bit, twitching in an odd gesture, as if trying to touch his finger and his amulet at the same time. He doesn't say anything immediately, though, wondering only if there's somethign about rings made form hair in this realm. He'll have to ask Lotte about it later; he's very curious. "All right, er... what now, then? Is it a ... ceremony, like before, with the hunt...?"

Aiden looks slightly horrified at the suggestion of another ritual. "If I have to be set on fire, I'd rather go in as Soleil's servant.."

Sol actually giggles, looking at Lotte and Steven and relaxing a bit. "Oh! No. We just think of pretty titles and I'll make it official by saying 'yes, I dub thee' or something. Go ahead, start thinking out loud..."

Sol's eyes slide to Aiden and he looks a little wicked. "Hmm. Servant..."

Aiden grins impishly at Sol. "Well. It's true, isn't it?"

Sol laugh and relaxes a little more.

Steven blinks to Sol, then laughs. "That's pretty funny. Heh, well, let's see what can be done while still sounding humble.....

Lotte continues to stare into the fire and begins to mutter... not exactly thinking out loud. "...important person... not a pet... Queen Lotte... glorious and beautiful..."

Aiden looks at Lotte, "Court Bard?"

Lotte glances at Aiden and snorts.

Aiden says, "What?"

Lotte returns, "I thought we were trying to think of titles that didn't imply servitude."

Soleil grins at Steven and Lotte. "Oh, let's get a little more exotic. Hmm... the Lady Lotte Firelock, Mistress of the Silver String?"

Lotte grins at Sol. "That's better."

Aiden chuckles, "Perfect."

Looking at Steven, Sol says, "Steven of the Mountain, strong and silent and... hmm, that's not a title though... Keeper of the Heart?

Steven quirks a brow, blinking to Lotte. "Keeper of... hmmm. Has a very poetic ring to it...."

Lotte offers, "Steven should be some sort of wiseman... or holyman."

Softly, Sol says, "You are, you know, Steven. You keep us steady by never forgetting your values, and never taking sides." He smiles at the monk. "Well. Or taking the right side." He winks.

Steven smiles gently. "I try.... Thank you. If that's acceptable, then.....

Aiden smiles at Sol's words, nodding his agreement.

Sol looks thoughtfully at Lotte. "You have a good point... any thoughts? He worships the sun, so we should work that in."

Sol turns to Aiden and says dramatically, "Aiden Green-Eyes, what of your fame do you wish known to Summer?" He grins and winks, a little slyly.

Lotte says grandly, "Steven the Wise, Keeper of the Mountain Sun" and giggles at her own pomposity.

Soleil says, "Ooo. No, Lotte, I'm serious. That's good."

Steven holds up his hands, chuckling softly. "I'd hardly say I'm 'wise.'

Aiden cringes a bit. "I'd rather they didn't hear of any of my fame. I'd end up as a court jester or something.."

Lotte says, "Wiser than some, Steven. Besides, it's the respect we deserve... I mean, we're trying to sell."

Sol grins at Aiden.

Soleil takes the circlet Aiden gave him out of his pack and plays with it, letting the gems sparkle in the firelight as he eyes it wistfully. "I haven't had jewelry in so long... maybe I can wear this in Summer. We ought to look the part, after all... maybe if Steven doesn't mind, we could wear his rings at court before he sells them?"

Aiden nods, "We still haven't had them checked though. I'd really hate for us to end up harmed by something.."

Lotte says, "But we do have to look the part... how exactly can we do that? Clothes, jewelry?"

Aiden nods, "True. I suppose it's worth the risk."

Sol sighs and nods. "I know. Aiden the Cautious, and Rightly So." He still makes a face, though, eyeing the circlet. "Well, Lotte... yes. We shall be as pretty as we can be, and look expensive. If we can't all manage expensive on our funds, then perhaps one of us can go for 'austere.'"

Sol looks hopefully at Aiden. "Did you really just say that?"

Aiden laughs, "Yes, I did."

Steven blinks. "Well.. how far are we from the Summer COurt?

Soleil promptly holds out the circlet to Aiden and bows his head a little, eyes dancing. "Then I can be pretty?"

Seodil makes a disgusted sound and keeps staring into the fire.

Sol says, "Pretty far, Steven. Weeks or more if we can't find a shortcut through Spring."

Aiden chuckles and takes the circlet, setting it down carefully on Sol's head..

Steven nods quietly, and lets out a breath. "I was going to say that we should probabl;y see if we can check them somewhere along the.... way...."

Soleil giggles happily. She gives Aiden a cute little grin, ducking her head mock-bashfully.

Aiden's jaw drops. "Should've had it checked.." He reaches up to take it off.

Steven leans back, closing his eyes, then blinks at the sound of Soleil's voice, almost falling all over himself as he sits up.

Lotte's jaw drops as she stares at Sol and Aiden. "What the...?"

The pretty copper filigree circlet... doesn't come off Sol's now rather feminine head. She purses full lips slightly, looking at Aiden. "What?" Her voice is a little husky, but still rich... just in a slightly higher register. She raises a dainty hand to touch the circlet, and can't make it budge either. Her amber eyes widen.

Aiden winces and tries to lighten the situation with humour. "Well. You're pretty alright."

Lotte says, "Can't you get it off, Aiden?"

Aiden shakes his head, "Nope. We're stuck like this for a while, I guess."

Steven blinks in bewilderment. "Oh... dear...."

Reacting to Aiden's face and sudden, drastic mood shift, Soleil looks reflexively down at herself and gasps. She pokes at her new breasts daintily, shudders and looks away. "Oh...." she says faintly.

Steven buhblinks. "Make you what...?!

Steven says, "Er... hopefully...."

Lotte scrambles over to Sol and reaches for the circlet. "Let me see..." She scrutinizes the circlet as best she can, still stuck on Sol's pretty little head.

Soleil whispers, looking slightly shocky, "Prin..cess Soleil... Heir to the Palace of Blood on Snow..."

The circlet is stuck fast for Lotte as well-- an invisible force attaches it firmly and unyieldingly to Sol's dainty head.

Aiden grins at Soleil. "Don't worry. We'll get it fixed."

Sol doesn't seem to have words.

Steven doesn't have any other words, either.....

(OOC) Sun Sep 14 1903 05:14 PM by "IdlewildGM" at "Idlewild Soundstage" (OOC)

After Lotte, Aiden, Sol and Steven have tried removing the circlet on Sol's head to no avail, the group is resigned to the idea that Soleil is remaining a girl at least for the rest of the night, and settles down. They decide to take watches: Steven, Sol, Aiden, Seodil, Lotte.

Lotte finds a comfortable spot and lies down. She closes her eyes and almost immediately begins to doze.

Aiden finds himself a comfortable spot to sleep, and then proceeds to lay there, wide awake.

Soleil flutters delicate hands a little, at a loss for what to do. Finding nothing, she curls up beside Aiden and shuts her eyes... not quite in touching distance.

Aiden turns his head and looks at Soleil, frowning at the feelings coming from hi-- her. He moves over and curls himself up against Sol's back, wrapping his arms around hi-- her.

Sol's eyes do not open, but a very small sigh escapes her, and she relaxes some.

Seodil stares mopily into the fire, making no move to lie down. He glances over at Soleil from time to time, face blank.

Steven is alert and wary. He's certain there's something out there but he can't be sure what or where it is. It's too dark.. and it's not making any noise. He doesn't feel the urge to wake the others up -- though to be honest the other seem to be awake anyway. He himself isn't sure what to make of... of what happened. So he does his best for the time being. TO him, nothing changed; Sol is still Sol, the physical envelope that the soul is in may change but Sol himself has not. He realizes his watch is over, and he walks over quietly to where Sol is. "Sol?" he whispers. "It's your watch...."

Soleil's long-lashed amber eyes open smoothly, and she gently moves out of Aiden's embrace to sit up. Rearranging herself so she's against her lover's back, she nods to Steven. "Thank you. Sleep well."

Aiden assured that Sol is at least doing a little better, Aiden lets himself fall asleep until his watch.

From across the fire, Seodil looks lingeringly at Sol. She meets his gaze once, but he does not look away. She breaks the eye contact first, scanning the darkness outside the ring of firelight, and does not renew it.

Steven nods pleasantly, and slips back to his bedroll where he curls up and.. tries to sleep.

Aiden seems to sleep for no time before Sol's wakes him with a gentle touch. She feels unsettled, but that's not exactly unexpected.

Aiden stretches out and rolls over, picking himself up. He looks at Sol and frowns, "What's wrong?"

Soleil's eyes flicker to Seodil, then out at the night before returning to Aiden. "I feel watched. Something may be out there, but it hasn't done anything yet."

Aiden nods, "I'll be careful. Thanks for the warning." Aiden moves away from the group a bit, so that he's in an area where that "watched" feeling is not likely to be coming from one of them..

Soleil curls up on the ground and draws her cloak over her quietly.

Aiden finds that the feeling of uneasiness follows him as well. He stays seated for a while, head cocked and listening, before he finally stands and moves a little further out of the camp, quietly circling it.

Aiden wanders around the camp in a circle, listening. He still feels like he's being watched, and then, almost by instinct, turns his head and spots a small brown owl. The owl is watching the camp, it stares back at Aiden for a moment, then flies away. The feeling of being watched goes away, and Aiden returns to the camp, sitting down next to Seodil, voice lowered when he speaks. "We're being watched."

Seodil twitches, barely, and says "Did you see them?" in a calm voice.

Aiden nods, once. "At least, I think so. It was an owl, watching the camp intently. It watched me for a moment when I spotted it, and then flew off."

Seodil makes a thoughtful noise, gaze straying to the sleeping Soleil (visible only as a pile of fur). "I wonder if our... prince's... recent accident made enough noise to attract that attention."

Aiden nods, "Possibly."

Seodil says, "Best keep an eye on him. An artifact of that power may shine brightly enough to make one attuned to magic want to come take him from us... too sweet a dainty to share."

Aiden gives Seodil a flat look at that.

Smiling slightly at Aiden, Seodil suggests, "Why don't you retire? I find that I am not inclined to sleep tonight. I will wake Lotte when it's time."

Aiden says, "I'll finish my watch, then I'll sleep.."

The tall, pale elf says softly, "Suit yourself. I will be here when you are ready."

Aiden stands up and walks back to the spot he was sitting earlier to finish his watch..

Seodil flicks silvery-white hair neatly over his shoulder, and begins to make thin braids in it, apparently out of boredom.

Aiden walks over to Seodil at the end of his shift, nodding to him. "I'm going to sleep." He walks back to where Sol is sleeping and curls back up with him, drifting fairly quickly off into sleep.

Lotte is awoken by Seodil an hour or so before dawn. Her wolf yawns and wakes as well, apparently not disturbed by the crouching silver-haired elf whispering to her chosen person. Seodil's hair has an intricate spider-web of thin braids lying over the bottom layer now, the work of the last few hours he spent awake.

Ghost nudges Lotte with her nose, then sits up beside her.

Seodil leans back against a tree by the dying fire and closes his eyes.

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