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Realms: Idlewild Logs

October 3

Oct 3 2004

The morning after the group arrives at Fall, is thoroughly fed and then put to bed for the most comfy night they've had since leaving Summer's beds of moss or brocaded coverlets. Lauren, surprisingly, is first to wake, alone in her cozy tent and nested blankets. Two things are immediately apparent; first, these particular Fall elves are not worried about being seen. The outside walls of her tent are intricately painted in bright and glowing colors that surround her almost as handsomely as stained glass as the sun shines through.

The second thing she notices is that Fall has no apparent shortage of weavers, given her array of soft blankets-- and that they have apparently never met a color they didn't like.

Lauren yawns, stretches, and pulls one of the blankets around her shoulders before poking her head out of the tent. A bright BLUE one. She's been cooking for the crew lately, no reason to stop now, and nobody else seems to be doing it. As quietly as possible, she starts to rummage around for kindling and a pot.

The currently-abandoned firepit a little ways in front of Lauren's tent looks like a good bet for that. No pots are in evidence there, and Zhi usually has them in his pack, but a flaming redheaded Fall girl is poking her head out of a tent nearby, perhaps ten feet away, and eyeing the firepit herself.

Lauren's blue blanket is mostly blue. Except for the hot pink and yellow bits. And the orange and green edging.

"I cook," explains Lauren meekly, with her rumpled head poking up out of the blanket's small haystack of color. "Could I have a pot? People are going to be hungry."

Steven wakes around that point, to the same gorgeous colors Lauren opened her eyes to-- although in a different tent. He has vague recollections of being woken in the night by the sounds of someone having sex that tried to be quiet and just wasn't quite quiet enough given the... vigor... involved. Someone next door. They are, however, not still at it this morning.

Lauren's redhead beams uncertainly and says something lovely and fluid. Not in English.

Steven rubs his eyes. Well, at least they tried to be quiet, and his sleep was still reasonably restful. He sits himself up, waking up his mind with his morning ablutions.

A shock of bright yellow-blonde hair pops out of the redhead's tent. It's an unfairly handsome man. He says "Oh, hello. I'm sorry, she doesn't speak that. But I do. What did you need again? I'm Ayali, by the way." He has perfect teeth and dimples.

There are now two disembodied elven heads with bright hair watching Lauren.

Funny how it never seemed odd before that everyone could speak English. England doesn't even EXIST here, stupid, Lauren scolds herself. Of course not everybody speaks English. "Um," she says. "Lauren. I, uh...need a pot. For cooking in." Somehow she knows that neither of them have anything on other than that tent.

Ayali says "Oh, sure. Moment." His head ducks back in. The redheaded girl says brightly, "Maya t'nip! Sala thi." Or something a lot like that.

"Buenos dios," Lauren replies awkwardly.

Aiden wakes in a pleasant haze, feeling both relaxed and-- ahem-- somewhat stiff. Seodil is still asleep. Sol is probably in the tent next door, or at least that's where Aiden last saw him headed. The colors of the tent, not at all apparent last night, fill the cozy little space with a glory of rainbow shapes falling across Seodil's pale skin.

Aiden immediately resolves not to move for the rest of the day. He curls back up against the rainbow-painted silver elf.

Ayali's presumably naked friend smiles engagingly and then disappears. Ayali emerges with a pot in seconds, and as Lauren suspected, not a stitch of clothing. The naked Fall elf strides cheerfully toward her with cookware in hand. "Is this big enough for your needs?"

It is. It definitely is.

Lauren mews, nods once, and retreats into her blanket, poking out a hand for the pot's handle. Why do they all DO this? AIGH. He's probably SMIRKING, too, except that she can't SEE him. Because of the blanket. Which she's staying under.

Ayali takes Lauren's hand firmly in one of his in order to transfer the pot, apparently concerned that she might drop it if not guided. Steven finally wakes up enough to poke his head out of his tentflap in time to see Lauren touching a stark naked gorgeous blonde. Ayali then pats her comfortingly on the shoulder and says, "Don't worry, we're not like those stiff-assed grumps you just came from," and turns to head back to his tent. His back is tattooed most fetchingly in sepia and blue. It looks like a unicorn.. having sex with a pegasus... and a lot of surrounding knotwork... and then Lauren can't help but notice it trails down to his bare ass, and the other details are lost.

Steven blinks a bit at the sight, and blinks again as if to clear his eyesight. ... oh. Maybe I should go back in....

Seodil opens silver eyes as he smiles at Aiden, pulling him close for a cuddle before saying with regret, "The sun is high enough that we should perhaps follow the example and rise."

Aiden says, "nn" But he rolls out of the blankets and finds pants without protesting much more than that. He runs his fingers through his hair and pokes his head out of the tent.

Soleil emerges from two tents over from Steven and sees Aiden poking his head out of the tent between them. He looks delighted and emerges, fully clothed, to stand and stretch in front of his. "Good morning." He winks at Aiden.

Lauren, pink as the trim on her blanket, hauls the pot to the firepit and hangs it up, then rummages a few bits of wood off the nearby ground. "'Lo Aiden," she mumbles, spotting the pair. "'Lo Soleil. Could you get me some water for oatmeal?"

Aiden gets the rest of the way out of his tent and walks, carefully, over to Soleil to give him a hug. "Morning! It's much more colourful in the light."

Sol gives Aiden a careful squeeze as if expecting him to be tender. He gives Lauren a slightly sour look behind her back, then shrugs and says "I expect so. --Morning, Steven!"

Aiden kisses Sol's cheek. He's looks downright cheerful this morning, as if he's had about a thousand pounds of deadweight taken off his shoulders. "Hey, morning, Lauren.. Sleep okay?"

Steven clears his head a bit, and smiles quietly. "Good morning." He peeks back into the tent, making sure he has at least pants on, before stepping out.

Aiden nods, "Morning, Steven."

Lauren mumbles a greeting to Steven, and bobs her head at Aiden. "Yahuh," she says. "Everyone's still naked," she notes, as though observing that the sky was blue.

Grennit wanders into the little circle of tents surrounding Lauren's firepit with a bright grin. "Hey, morning all! Lauren, brought you porridge fixin's." She hands over a little sack of sugar, oatmeal, and cinnamon... along with a waterskin."

Aiden nods at Lauren. "You're probably going to have to get used to that eventually."

Grennit, at least, is fully dressed.

The potion-making Fall elf looks terribly chipper. "Get used to what?"

Aiden looks up at Grennit as he's settling himself down near the campfire. "Morning, Grennit. Folk wandering around without a stitch on.."

Lauren smiles gratefully at Grennit for the fixins AND for putting clothes on before wandering out into the morning, and sets to cooking.

Grennit blinks and laughs. "Goodness yes. Hey AYALI. MENNISSIPA." She raises her voice. "Put pants on and come say hi to my friends."

Ayali's voice floats out with a reasonable, "Why?"

Aiden grins.

Steven blinks a little, and smiles a little at her question.;

Grennit says, "Long story. Just do it, there's a nice boy." Ayali does emerge in a moment, wearing blue-stained leather pants with tattered edges. It looks deliberate. He grins. "You just don't want to share." Grennit smirks.

Grennit makes the introductions, and apparently Mennissipa is shy, because she doesn't stay long when she does come out. It might be the language barrier, though she seems cheerful enough when she waves and heads off after giving Grennit and Ayali both a quick smooch on the lips.

Aiden is much less shy with the introductions today than he was last night..

Steven smiles and nods pleasanntly with the introductions.

Lauren stirs and frets and stirs some more, occasionally adding a bit of this or that to the oatmeal until it meets with her approval. Nice and gummy.

Melierel and Kip emerge from the same tent to join them and meet Ayali, Zhi walks over from elsewhere, and Seodil finishes the group off a moment later. All of them are also dressed.

Zhi brings wooden bowls and spoons. "Heard you were cooking. Again. You don't need to all the time, Lauren.. but it is awfully nice of you. Thanks." He smiles. "You've been doing all of it for days now. I don't mind taking a turn."

"I LIKE doing it," Lauren protests, scooping oatmeal into bowls. "It makes me feel useful. Here!" She hands Zhi a steaming bowl, looking cautiously cheerful.

Aiden says, "You're a much better cook than I am, Lauren.. But don't do it because you have to, we can all take the time to cook now and then. Personally, I'm just lazy about it because I enjoy your cooking."

Zhi thanks Lauren and helps pass out bowls. Handing the first one to Steven, he says "Lotte's not back yet. Did you want to come around to meet crafters with me today?"

Lauren manages a wee beam. "Thanks, Aiden."

Anisaire, having slipped quietly into the group earlier, smiles and says a bit timidly, "It is awfully nice of you. Thank you, Lauren." Ani has been so quiet over the last few days as to be hardly noticeable, and seems uncomfortable raising her voice to speak in front of the larger group now although she's been conversing freely with Lauren and occasionally Kip alone.

Lauren's oatmeal, once handed out, is perfectly nice and just the thing for a cool Fall morning. Breakfast moves on in a not unpleasant fashion, unhurried.

Aiden goes quiet while he eats, watching the camp around them with wide, curious eyes.

Steven brightens, and nods to Zhi. "Yes, I'd like that, please."

Zhi nods cheerfully, "Excellent. I know a few here, we can go as soon as you're done." Zhi himself is already finished, having made short work of breakfast. "Anyone else want to come along to visit crafters here? We have leather, wood, and metal crafters... jewelry, clothing, useful things. The glassmaker's son brought a few things, but not much. They like to stay farther in at more permanent camps."

Lauren gums up most of her oat-sludge, looking content, before noticing that she's not eating out of her usual bowl. This one's blue, and has the horses painted on it. A quick check of her comrades reveals that very few people have their accustomed bowls either--probably because Zhi was handing them out. For some reason, this seems to cause Lauren some consternation.

Steven nods enthusiastically, and finishes off the last of his oatmeal. "That'd be great, I think I'm ready now." He smiles to Lauren. "That was really good, Lauren. Thank you.:

Aiden sets his bowl with the others when he's done. "I'll clean up while you're doing that, Steven.. Since Lauren cooked."

Zhi rises, smiling. "Then off we go. Anyone else?" Ani and Kip look thoughtful, and then both nod. They both look startled at the other rising to join the little group, then both clearly decide not to let that affect their decision.

"Muh," says Lauren, all but tossing her bowl at Aiden, and flees back to her tent.

Aiden watches Lauren go with an odd expression. "What's gotten into her?" He says it to no one in particular.

Melierel watches his theoretical wife and his little brother with a small smile before turning to help Aiden-- and Sol, and Seodil-- with the dishes. Ayali returns from his tent with a drying cloth, and the work takes less than ten minutes.

Ayali shrugs his unfairly handsome shoulders. "No one is even naked now, it can't be my fault!" He smiles and sets down the last dish. "I'll put these away, you can go if you like."

Lauren is back out of her tent in a few minutes, looking much relieved by something. An expression of beatific goodwill settles on her face. "So we're going shopping?" she chirps.

Aiden grins at Ayali. "I'm pretty sure it's not you." He glances at Seodil and Soleil to see what they seem to want to do. He's quiet content to just stick around this area while Steven goes in search of a token for his love.

Ayali chuckles. "Shopping expedition just left, but I can take you if you like." Meli stretches and rises. Somewhat unexpectedly, he says "I will join you." Grennit grins and says, "I have things first-- catch you all over there." She heads off.

Seodil and Sol both offer Aiden a hand up at the same time. "How about a walk?" Sol says.

Aiden's quick glance at Seodil and Soleil turns lingering and his cheeks (and some other less obvious things) flush with heat. "Walk.. Yeah.. that sounds good." He licks his lips.

"I. Um." Lauren checks the faces of her comrades. At Aiden's words, she looks positively green, and cringes her shoulders up around her ears. "We should go," she mumbles quietly to Ayali and Meli. "I mean RIGHT now."

Steven is perfectly happy to be talking with the craftsmen, when he feels rather odd suddenly. He adjusts his collar a bit, feeling very warm suddenly, and while he can't see it a blush colors his dusky skin form head to toe. This feels... odd to him. he's never quite felt this way before, even with Sarete he never felt quite this... way and yet suddenly he very much is. he shifts his weight a little from foot to foot, and looks around a little anxiously, and tries his very hardest to focus on the craftsmens' wares.

Aiden stands up, shifting his weight from foot to foot. "Just us? For a walk? Can we go?" He's looking a little.. bothered.

Ayali shrugs, cheerfully. "Follow me, then." He leads Lauren and Meli off into the maze of tents, presumably headed for the crafters.

Seodil's eyes are narrow slits of vibrant silver as he does not let go of Aiden's hand. "Go, or... stay?" he asks softly, as the rest of the people clear out of the common area between tents, all headed away. The silver elf's eyes flicker toward his tent.

Soleil looks a bit... warm. Or uncomfortable. Or... He fidgets.

Aiden says, quickly, "Either.. so long as it's just u--" He cuts off eyes flicking over to Soleil. Amplification is a bitch. He whimpers. "just.. us.."

Lauren's face is red as a beet as she trails along after the two male elves, and her walk a little unsteady. "Ayaliii," she whines, once they're clear of the tents. "Meli? Stop a second. I did something stupid and people are going to come and strangle me, probably in that order..."

Sol shivers and nods jerkily. Seodil grabs a quick, ample armful of blankets from Sol's tent, and then they head out into the surrounding woods at a fast walk.

Ayali and Meli both stop, framed exquisitely by the pines. Lauren realizes with a painful catch of breath and stab of... feeling... that they are both very, very nice to look at. And they look so soft and firm in all the right places. And she can catch a hint of how they both smell-- Meli's hair as it swishes by smells like CLOVES. Ayali smells faintly of juniper, over a warm, live heat.

Melierel says firmly, leaning toward stern, "Lauren? What have you done?" He takes hold of her upper arm, frowning. He seems to be standing a lot closer than he normally does.

Throbbing pink longing wars with an equally pink, throbbing shame. Lauren stares at her companions as though they were the headlights of an oncoming truck and she a highway-crossing deer. When Meli touches her arm, she jumps, and makes a miserable sob sound as she immediately clutches him around the torso and buries her face in his vest. "I'm so STUPID," she wails.

"I'm stupid and everyone is going to HATE me again and I was just trying to make everyone HAPPY but they're going to KILL me." Lauren's voice sounds thoroughly despondent, certainly not in the mood for romance, but her hands are running up Meli's back and she's pressed against him like a second layer of clothes. "And there's TWO of you which makes this even more HORRIBLE."

There's bare Meli skin under that vest, and Lauren's face hits about half leather and half male elven skin. It smells heavenly. There's a definite hint of cloves to him, and she finds she has no inclination to un-crush from his torso. It would be difficult with his arms reflexively holding her close, too. Melierel gives an astoundingly good hug. He doesn't sound all that steady, either-- Lauren sees his skin flushed just a bit pink. "Lauren." He stops holding her, takes both her shoulders and shakes her. Hard. His fingers stay dug in. "WHAT did you DO? Explain now."

Ayali says worriedly, "I can go. I can come back later..."

Lauren looks pleadingly at Ayali--he wouldn't let Melierel kill her, would he? "I put some of Grennit's potion in breakfast," she admits, when Meli's done shaking. She winces. "I have been a very bad Lauren."

Lauren ventures, hesitantly, as though quoting from something, "...and I ought to be punished."

Lauren corrects herself immediately, "Though not MUCH. Just a little."

Melierel's eyes narrow. Dangerously. "What kind of potion?"

Ayali looks as though he'd rather be nearly anywhere else. He edges a step or two away.

Lauren fumbles her arms forward to grab for Meli again--he's VERY sexy when he's angry, look at those grey eyes flash! "Romance assistance. I'm SORRY...Ayali, don't let him kill meeeee..."

"Don't be ridiculous. --Ayali, leave us." Melierel keeps a tight hold on Lauren's shoulders, and his tone brooks absolutely no resistance. Ayali hesitates only a moment before the grey eyes turn his way and Meli says impatiently, "I won't kill her. But go."

Ayali goes.

"Romance assistance. You bloody little idiot, you fed us an aphrodisiac. It would serve you right if I did have you." Melierel sounds angry, all right. Unfortunately for Lauren's thinking, dangerous and angry all meld together right now into 'sexy.' The next moments are therefore a greater surprise than they might have been.

Melierel moves faster than she's ever seen him. One moment Lauren is standing; the next she's spun onto her stomach in Melierel's not-exactly-disinterested lap as he sits cross-legged on the forest floor. Her red Fall dress is flipped up with a fine disregard for propriety, and Melierel whacks her arse within an inch of bearing it without yelling-- and goes a few steps beyond, strong enough to hold her there and quite unmoved. Breathing hard, he flips her off onto the ground, glares "Don't do it again," and stalks off fast into the forest away from camp.

Meli's smacking did nothing to calm Lauren down, and a keening "Come baaaaack" follows Meli through the trees as he retreats. A softer "aaaagh," followed by a sniff, follows it. Arse still stinging, Lauren wobbles to her feet. She's going back to CAMP, damn it. And she's going into her tent and covering herself in eighteen blankets so nobody hears her.

Ayali hovers not that far away, hidden. "Are you all right?" he asks softly, arms opening invitingly to comfort.

"No," Lauren sniffles. She gratefully accepts the chance to plaster herself to Ayali. "He left and I hurt. Stay?" She looks up, bright-eyed.

Ayali nods soothingly, "I'll stay as long as you like. That brute," and escorts Lauren closely back to her tent.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch-- well, the crafters' alley-- Steven is suffering perhaps half the dosage Lauren inadvertantly inflicted upon herself, and while it's not exactly comfortable it's unlikely to get his pants pulled down and his dusky skin reddened by enraged elves.

Zhi shows Steven a lovely bit of weaving. "Does she sew? Or-- there's jewelry over here." Placing the woven cloth gently in Steven's hands, where it seems to change color and blend in with the forest floor, Zhi moves on to intricately carved, interlocking wooden necklaces that boast a menagerie of animals, knotwork and abstract design. Despite being all wooden, a variety of stains impart nearly every color Steven can think of. These are unique items indeed, every one handmade and different.

Steven fidgets some. He''s finding it increasingly harder to concentrate and focus and it's bothering him mainly because he doesn't want to offend the craftsmen. A bit anxiously he feels the ring between his fingers, and tries very very hard to concentrate on what's going on. Fortunately, Zhi's showing him of various very unusual things helps a bit to help him focus. he blinks at the woven cloth. "Oh... this is quite lovely...." He blinks as Zhi moves off, and sets it back down to follow him. "I know it might sound odd, ut... if she made a ring of her own hair I'd like to see if there's something, well, equally personal, do you know what I mean?"

Zhi tilts his head. He has remarkably pretty blue eyes. "Certainly." He considers Steven's hair. "Well... you did say... we are journeying to a mage, right? For Anisaire?"

Steven nods a little. "Mm. Yes, we did. But all this is beatuful... do you think she might be able to.. I'm not sure, use something that I can find here?

Grinning, Zhi says "Oh, probably. Do Summer elves like to outshine their fellows? Do birds have feathers? Certainly I saw nothing like our work while I stayed in Summer; they wear fresh things and metal things, but they are not carvers." He gestures to a delicate tray of dried flower necklaces, roses pressed flat with pieces of stems attached, cunningly joined into a fragile and lovely adornment complete with thorns. Violets and other flowers lie represented as well.

Zhi continues, "Even that is other than the Summer style-- but she might enjoy it for its difference. She has long hair-- you could perhaps send her combs or adornments for it. Something to wear in it."

Tilting his head again, Zhi says "What do you think she would like? You could find a way to make it personal after you know what you seek."

Steven blinks. "Oooh...." He necklaces are all lovely. That one in particular, the one with yellow roses, would go with her hair. And then he finds the mental imagry swerving to agree that, yes it would look quite lovely in matching her hair, on her bare skin. He blinks and coughs, straightening. "Uhm. Pardon? What was that? Oh....Yes, that, er, that'd be a good idea, actually. I mean, that'd do well -- be well, I mean. Be perfect." He considers, then frowns a little. "Roses...might be too much of a reminder of what happened recently, though... but something of similar vein...."

Zhi's face darkens a little and he nods soberly to the issue with roses. He seems about to speak when Grennit breezes up and lays a companionable hand on each man's shoulder, squeezing. "Hey, good lookings. Say, wasn't Anisaire coming over too? And Kip? Haven't seen 'em yet."

Steven blinks a little, not at all expecting this from Grennit. "Er...." He looks around. "You know I thought they were going to be with us...."

Zhi blinks and looks sheepish. "I was busy talking to you, they hung back... guess they decided to talk things out instead. Their heads were pretty close together when I last looked back." He shrugs, waves a hand back the way they came. "If you need them now, start over there?"

Grennit waves it away cheerfully. "They ought to talk. Do them good. I'll stay here and advise." She winks at Steven, who realizes that the Fall lass is cute as a button. "Need me for anything in particular?"

Steven swallows, and focuses, focuses, focuses. "Ah... well, er, I'm not sure, just.. trying to find something... really..."

Grennit giggles and reaches to run her fingers through Steven's dreadlocks, setting them swaying. "Really personal. You've said. H'm. Wonder what you could make out of this. It's really almost bronze, you know?"

Steven blinkblinks. "Ahh...." He swallows a bit. "I never thought of that, actually. Or didn't think much of it. I mean... not sure if this kind of hair wouold be good for anything like that...?"

Zhi says, "Mm." He touches the other side, putting Steven between two petting elves. "You know, about that mage... what if it didn't stay hair?"

Steven blinks a little. "How do you mean?" he's entirely unsure what to make of the continued petting.

Zhi says, "It really is a handsome bronze." He fingers a dreadlock thoughftully. "If it were transmuted... a bracelet or torc, perhaps?"

Steven blinks, "Focus" becoming a mental mantra. "Oh... uhm, hmm... that, could be nice, actually... a bracelet, perhaps...?

Grennit flips an end playfully against Steven's cheek. "Do you do any carving? You could leave it curved but open, put a cap on the ends. A beast-head, or a gem, or names intertwined.."

Steven blinks at the tickling. "Oh... ah... I don't, no... I mean, no, I don't, but that... that might be something nice to find here...." he's finding it harder and harder to keep Sarete's image from his mind.

Sarete's image comes clear for a moment with a sensation in the back of Steven's head like a click, or a single note from a great bronze bell. He can almost smell her, almost touch her... and she is wearing a twisted bronze torc as she smiles at him. The image fades, leaving him a little dizzy and oddly clearheaded.

Steven blinks for a moment, and wobbles where he stands. He feels a lot better, now. Much more... clear-headed. He smiles, and nods quietly, partially in relief, partially in affirmation. "Yes. I think the torq idea is perfect.

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