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Date Posted: 06:01:46 02/06/04 Fri
In reply to:
Alexis/Monet/NobelNomis/Kira
's message, "Restful Sleep" on 11:34:40 02/04/04 Wed
Angie glared around. The elf was sitting attentively at Alexis' side, tending to the girl's comfort. The tiger-lir reclined in his hiding place dozing, apparently sensing that all was at peace for the moment. The gleaner sat quietly to one side, watching them all with a crafty light in his purple eyes that Angie did not like at all. Jeff was still sprawled across the path; the masked Silent Paw sat on his chest just below his chin, gazing into his face in an intent, anxious manner.
Without a word to Gwen - Angie was not keen on speaking to the Silent Paw for the moment - the girl seized Jeff under the arms and dragged him beneath the tree beside Alexis. The branches were low and spreading, providing an almost cave-like shelter, all green shade and gold spots of light in the morning sun. "Fine," Angie said, frowning deeply. "We'll all just hang out on the mountainside and sleep like bloody owls. See if I care."
Marching back out into the open, Angie plopped down onto a rock and rested her chin in her hands, bony elbows braced against her knees, and stared moodily down the path into the forest valley, all misty with the morning. Carefully ignoring the gleaner's gaze, she began to build a barrier in her mind, blocking out the deeper parts of herself from his probing. Let the others be open books to read, she thought to herself. Not me. Blasted gleaner.
Back beneath the tree, Gwenneveire curled up into a small ball on her boy's chest, listening to his breathing and feeling his heartbeat. She was deeply troubled by the appearance of the blue cat, whom her true form so closely resembled. She could see him, just there, beyond the branches of their shelter; shivering, she closed her eyes again and hunkered down against her boy's comforting heat. She was not strong enough to face this truth, not now, not with her boy so weak and vulnerable in his sleep...she needed him to be strong for her, from now on. The stress of seeking help and securing it, the hardships of travel, had taken their toll on her. But if her boy could be strong, if he could walk and seek and laugh of his own accord, then she, bonded to him, would also be strengthened. Perhaps even to an almost normal degree. But it would take time, and the mountains were so large.... Gwenneth sighed wearily and drifted off to sleep.
::Hey!:: Angie called suddenly into Monet's mind, standing quickly. ::Strangers approach on the wing. No, no, not the hawks, you dolt,:: she interrupted Monet's startled jerk with an impatient wave of her hand. ::A pair of eagles, but one of them is no eagle. Cheysuli-kin approach. Do you know them?::
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