Pool at the Waterfall's Base

[ChosenSavith]

As Llune launches into her Baby Savi story, the normally stoic glider can't suppress the groan of impending embarrassment. It's all he can do to keep from dropping his forehead into his hand and shaking his head in distress.

Meanwhile, privately, he implores of Llune, **Mother, /must/ you tell stories of my childhood?** It's very 'Aaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwww Mooooooooooooooommmmmmm!! -rub at cheek with hand repeatedly to try to get off the lipstick smell-'  

[Llune]

Llune mentally pats Savith's hand, but restrains herself from doing so in real life. She can't, however, resist glancing at him impishly and sideways, her speech bubbling due to the supressed giggle. "Surely the memory brings you at least a portion of the pleasure it brings me, my son..." she quips.

Continuing the story, her gentle voice carries across the quiet cove. "It was by chance that I was working on four different projects at once, all of, admittedly, quite similar colors... Needless to say, Savith's airborne practice scattered some of my projects together." She smiled again, her eyes gazing somewhere far off, then shakes her head ever so slightly and glances up, suddenly aware that everyone's paying attention.

"Savith, always trying to do right, to make everyone happy, noticed that he'd mussed my projects and since they were so similar in shade he immediately assumed he'd completely mixed them! Devastated, and in an absolute panic, he tried to put them right, but he didn't know how!" She giggled, "I came back to a little boy buried under green fabric three times his height! And the beads I had laid out to put on each piece, oh, it was a glorious *mess*!"

She reached over and placed her delicate hand on Savith's shoulder, "He's so responsible, and so honest, why, he stood right up when I walked in, beads skittering in all directions, and he held his little head high and firmly sent 'Mother, I have put your work out of order. And I have *NO* idea how to fix it.'" The shoulder got a squeeze, "He didn't cry, but his send surely felt it... How could I do anything but set aside dinner and comfort the child?" She sighed that happy memory kind of sigh, "Oh, that was a good night. We laughed and laughed while we put everything back in order, and we kept finding beads for weeks after."

She smiled at each member of the group in turn, then removed her hand from Savith's shoulder, suddenly remembering how that embarrasses him, "But surely I'm not the only one who has fond memories of days past..." she prompts, not *directly* asking someone to tell a story of their own, but definitely encouraging it.  

[Llune]

Llune leans back to relax and listen to everyone else's story. She sends privately to Savith, **There will be time for grief later my son, now we must give ourselves a chance to heal, and surely there is no better way than happy stories.** It's true, but will he buy it? Probably not. It's Savith. But Llune's got her own responsible streak, and this is just her way.

She grins at Relim who's fiddling with the clunky green fruit with a much better tool than she. Oh, it would be just fan-TAS-tic if it was edible. Ah, fruits and nuts and berries and veggies! And a nice warm cup of tea. And those funny little dream berries. Llune's momentarily lost in her own delicious memories, but only momentarily. It will take awhile for things to get back to normal, but things will surely get normal enough. A hand slips to her belly. Hm. Normal enough?  

[Huntress Starsong]

Starsong ventured back to the group from further into the Cove where her den was. She looked a bit tired, she hadn't gotten the full nap she had intended on. It had been a very eventful day thus far and she was hungry and ready for a rest.

She saw the others eating, some looked her way and she nodded a hello in reply. She had saw that someone, possibly Savith, had kept a couple of fish raw just for her. It seemed she was the only one who ate things raw here that she knew of. Gliders, Sun Folk, Go-Backs, they all ate their food cooked, as far as she remembered.

She grabbed a raw fish and began to take a few small bites before the hunger struck and began to eat faster, and a bit messier. Shine had chosen to stay back by the den, he had his food for the day and wasn't in a mood to socialize. Personally she wasn't really either, but there was food here, and that is what ultimately brought her out.  

[ChosenSavith]

Savith's eyes shifted to his mother as the rest told their tales, a light frown playing on his features, even as his brows pulled together unhappily. He couldn't retort, for the reasoning was sound, even if the happy times told by the others made his own mind wander, and it took him down paths he had been forcing it away from.

The sheer strength of his own emotions, the fear of what Silence means, caught him by surprise as his vision blurred with tears. It wasn't Grief, but Fear, and the difference was easy enough to smell for those with a keen nose. It pulled his face into a frown further, as he forced the emotions away once again. Starsong's entrance was noted, but no nod was given. Instead, the glider pulled his knees up to his chest, wrapped his arms about himself and stared at the sand just past the ends of his boots.