hazlogs | ~Glass Walker knows much about being stupid! He's an _elder

It is currently 17:00 Pacific Time on Wed Feb 4 2004.

Currently the moon is in the waxing Full Moon phase (92% full).

Currently in Saint Claire, it is mostly sunny today. The temperature is 48
      degrees Fahrenheit (8 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in 
      from the southwest at 9 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.22 and 
      rising, and the relative humidity is 65 percent. The dewpoint is 37 
      degrees Fahrenheit (2 degrees Celsius.)

Among the Steam Vents

The ground here is hard and rocky and barren, unlike the greener swath visible
      through the steam to the north. Small, narrow cracks network the area, 
      steam trickling out of many of them, probably at least partly fed from 
      the stream flowing underground from the east. The warm circulating steam 
      fills the air around here, warming those nearby, leaving a thin sheen of 
      dampness on almost everything around, and making the rocky ground that 
      much more slippery. Sometimes, a blast of hot steam bursts up from some 
      of the cracks, making the temperature uncomfortably hot an releasing a 
      strong odor of minerals with sulpher undertone.

The old growth forest surrounding the caern has been hewn down out to 150',
      leaving only stumps as tombstones for the mighty trees that once 
      sheltered the caern. The ground has a light covering of grasses and weeds 
      and wildflowers and occasional sapling trees, but nothing larger than 
      that.

Through the mists, you can see the caern circling towards the walls of the
      crevice, north towards the rocky slab; east, you can hear the waterfall; 
      the caern's center lies to the northeast. The valley continues towards 
      the southwest.

Atcen realizes she's come down the wrong side of the caern as soon as she
      catches an edge of a blast of hot, wet air from the steam vents. 
      Flinching back, the metis grimaces tightly and descends into the caern 
      proper as quickly as possible, doing her best to avoid further 'attacks'.

Center of the Caern

This area of the clearing is about 30 meters wide and is a mixture of dark soil
      and clay throughout. The ground is mostly mud, but patches of grass, 
      halted by winter's cold, are beginning to peek through the ground and 
      take root. Near the center of the clearing, a small cairn has been built 
      with white stone and quartz--what was left of the beautiful boulder that 
      was once there. None of the stones is bigger than a softball.

Around you, twenty yards in every direction, stretches the caern. To the
      southeast, a waterfall plummets over the edge of the chasm into a small 
      pool in the caern; nearby, to the southwest, steam comes from cracks in 
      the ground, perhaps some of the same water. Northwest, a rocky spar juts 
      out of the ground at a low angle, showing a sloping but smooth top. The 
      chasm walls narrow a bit to the northeast, causing some of the mist to 
      swirl in that area.

The only sound in the still lit Caern was the sound of light breathing, and it
      wouldn't take long for anyone to find it. The Glass Walker Cub, exahsuted 
      from his marathon schedule, lay curled up over the Steam Vents taking a 
      rare breather between lessons. The cub doesn't seem to mind the heat, as 
      a matter of fact, seems to be there just for that.

Atcen pauses to eye the collapsed Ahroun cub with a thin frown, and then edges
      further away. Circling around on dirty bare feet, the young Wendigo finds 
      a jagged rock, about half the size of a softball. Her back turned toward 
      Joshua, she crouches down and closes her hand around it, and then glances 
      back over her shoulder at him.

Mmm. Nap time. Josh keeps snoozing away on the warm rocks, happily oblivious to
      the Metis Cub. He twists slightly, gnawing on an itch on his leg, but 
      otherwise shows no signs of though.

Atcen's pale eyes narrow, calculatingly. Slowly, she straightens up and turns
      around toward him, pivoting smoothly. She backs away another step, stares 
      slit-eyed at the sleeping Glass Walker some more, and then, with all her 
      strength, pitches the rock at his sleeping form.

It slams into his upper flank with sudden force and not a little bit of pain.

Upsy-daisy! The cub is on all four fast with a yip and then bark of surprise.
      His tail is up like a flag pole as he looks accusingly at everything from 
      rocks to trees, finally casting his glare on the Galliard. His lips curl 
      back as he demands to know why she throw a rock at him.

Atcen's hands are behind her back by the time Josh looks at her, and her thin
      lips are curved into an insolent little smirk. "What rock?"

Wolf-Heart shifts up to Hispo, picking the rock up in his teeth. With a flick
      of the head, he tosses it back at the Wendigo cub, snarling as it 
      clatters to the earth. ~That rock!~

Atcen looks at the rock, then at her fellow cub. Thin shoulders lift and fall.
      "Is many rocks. You dream it," she tells him, chin tipping up arrogantly.

Wolf-Heart looks up into the canopy, as if there might be a grain of truth to
      her statement, before starting to pace forward. ~Rocks not grow on trees 
      or rain from sky!~ He retorts, wrinkling his nose. ~I would not dream of 
      raining rocks.~

Atcen unclasps her hands from behind her back and dances away from the angry
      Walker cub with a mocking, crow-like noise. "You dream wolf is kill you," 
      she taunts. "Maybe you dream rocks fall out sky."

Wolf-Heart snorts out a responce, still pacing towards the Wendigo Cub. He
      didn't dream up 'Guides trying to kill him. She should ask 
      Pierces-Ice-Rhya if she does not believe him. He then adds, ~You 
      shouldn't lie. Liars have no honor, and no one trusts a Liar, 
      Cannibal-Spirit.~

"Not a liar," the Wendigo cub retorts, still skipping adroitly away from him.
      She gives a twirl, arms outstretched. "Crow." She makes the raucous 'caw! 
      caw!' noises again, with fair accuracy.

Wolf-Heart's retort is to gallop after, head lowered in head butt directed at
      the other cub. ~Crow tastes good, for such a stupid bird.~

Atcen lets out a louder squawk, leaping away and shifting to her birth form as
      she does so. In Crinos, she drops to a four-legged lope, galloping in a 
      tight circle and doing her best to keep just out of Joshua's reach. 
      ~Glass Walker knows much about being stupid! He's an _elder_ of it!~

Wolf-Heart bares his teeth, content to sit this one out. ~You provoke me into
      being stupid. Will not play your stupid game, Crow head.~

Atcen slows to a halt and hunkers down with her hands on the ground and her
      massive, narrow head slunk low. She snap-snaps her jaws at him mockingly. 
      ~Better a crow head than a _rock_ head.~

Wolf-Heart trots back over to the offending rock. Shifting once more to Crinos,
      the cub picks up the rock in one hand, casting a glare back to the other 
      Cub, whipping it at the Wendigo.

Atcen, unlike certain sleeping cubs, is prepared and attempts to dodge, but is
      less than entirely successful -- the missile pegs her in the shoulder, 
      and she utters a quick yelp. Then she's off and galloping around the 
      caern on all fours again, yipping and howling a mocking chant at 
      Wolf-Heart. ~Rock head rock head rock head...~ Over and over again.

Wolf-Heart rumbles, shifting back to Lupus once more. He grunts, glaring at the
      other cub. He trots back to his place on the rocks, curling up again. 
      Between the moon and the other Cub sleep was pretty much not going to 
      happen though.

Atcen continues chanting until she gets bored with it, which happens fairly
      quickly. Her body melts down into the near-human, still crouched on all 
      fours. "Rrrrr..." she says, staring at him. "Rrr-rrr-rrrreh. 
      Rrr-rrrr-reeeeh-ssss." Her grin is nastily mocking.

Wolf-Heart grunts, looking up to the other cub. The tip of his tail twiches
      slightly as the other cub stares back unammused. You not have better 
      thing to do? No learning you need right now?

The Wendigo continues, heedless (or because of) Joshua's irritation.
      "Reh-reh... reh-wrestles. Wrestles. Wrestles, wrestles, wrestles."

Wolf-Heart writhes as he grows back up to Hispo again, the cub, crouching in
      front of the other with a glare. ~I'll ask you once not to call me that.~ 
      He rumbles, on the verge of flat out snarling.

Atcen's pale blue eyes go wide with faux-innocence. "What I call you? Not call
      you _anything_. Just talk. Practice. Talking Ing-lish I learn."

Wolf-Heart rears back up, hackals raised. ~You try to provoke me under full
      moon, Cub. You Lie.~ He turns and begins stomping off, eager to be 
      anywhere but around her.

The Glabro she-cub's alto, girlish laughter follows him out, snide little
      giggles that wouldn't sound out of place in a high school hallway -- if 
      they were half an octave lower, anyway.

Wolf-Heart doesn't stop on the way out, determined not to fly off the handle.
      Which means getting far-far away from the Metis.

From afar, to the room, Wolf-Heart won. He didn't frenzie on Atcen. ;)
Long distance to Wolf-Heart: Atcen won. She drove him out. ;) Different goals.
      We both win?