Log edited with Logedit 2.6.6pl on Mon Oct 20 19:16:24 EDT 1997

Using configuration file /turquoise/homes/ammer/.logeditrc Editing out: arrive/left @mail ANSI tf-messages Regexp stripping: Queue, Semaphore, ^Huh\? +Type, ^I don't see that Word-wrapping at 72, 0, 2 ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Elaine is sitting nearby when Scott awakes, her head bent so her long golden hair partially obscures her face. In the full light of day, her transparancy is more noticable.

Scott blinks as he awakens, trying to clear the sleep from his eyes. He half pushs himself up before he recognizes where he is and settles back down to the ground. His eyes drift over to Elaine, and he lets out a long, but tries to offer a small smile.

Elaine Lowen glances back over her shoulder. She smiles and brushes her hair away from her face. "Morning."

Scott's smile pulls a little wider, touching more genuine,"G'morning. I wasn't sure you'd still be here when I woke."

Elaine Lowen chuckles. "Think I might be a dream, in this realm of legend?"

Scott's smile quirks lopsided,"It's difficult to say. I've never heard of anyone like you here."

Elaine Lowen's smile grows crooked. "I think that's safe to say."

Scott pauses a moment, considering her quietly before asking,"Why ... I mean how ..." He trails off and then takes a deep breath rising to sit next to her, and asks,"How did you come to be in this place, the way you are?"

Elaine Lowen shakes her head, her blond hair falling to obscure her face again. Her shoulders hunch over, and she pulls her hands in her lap.

Scott asks quietly,"You don't know?"

You say "I do, and I don't." She looks back up at Scott, her eyes bright in the daylight. "But I'm not the important one here. You are."

Scott raises an eyebrow, and then looks away to the east, in the direction of the rising sun. "If you say so. I guess I've been told that before. I guess I'm hear to find out wether it's the truth or not."

Elaine Lowen says simply, "Here, all the living are important."

Scott furrows his brow, and his expression slips into one of amusement. "Well, that doesn't help me answer my question." He pauses and then looks back to her,"Do you know where I'll find this Great King?"

Elaine Lowen looks at Scott. Strangely, hope blossoms over her fine features, seeming to light her with inner fire. "You'll accept my help?"

Scott takes a deep breath of the morning air, looking away again as he considers the question. Finally he asks quietly,"Is there some reason I shouldn't?"

Elaine Lowen regards Scott soberly. Her aura is clean of taint, and her face seems equally clear of dissembling. "I don't think so. I want to help."

Scott considers a moment, his expression even though his features open. It seems he only harbors a small reservation, perhaps spawned by her question of his acceptance of her help. He says softly,"I think I can use all the help I can get. My name is Scott, I'm a Silver Fang Galliard in the Realm, though it seems at least one if not more than one other here."

Elaine Lowen chuckles, a soft sound. She sits near Scott's head, crossing her legs Indian-fashion. "Everyone living is someone else here. When I look hard enough, I can tell. I get a double vision."

Scott tilts his head to the side, expression turning curious, making him appear slightly boyish for a few passing moments. "Tell me? If you can see anything else when you look at me?"

You say "What do you mean, else?"

Scott prompts,"You said sometimes you get a double vision when you look hard enough. The everyone is someone else here. I wanted to know if you saw anyone else when you looked at me."

Elaine Lowen chuckles. "But I see two someone elses."

This tall man is an impressive figure, even for one so young. While he appears to be in his very late teens or early twenties, he carries himself with the confidence, grace, and authority of one much older. His fine, strawberry-gold colored hair falls to just below the top of his ears, and he occasionally has to brush stray locks away from his eyes. Large, deep midnight blue eyes watch the world about him appraisingly, now with more confidence than the wariness they once held. His features are well defined and sculpted, lending a touch of beauty to a ruggedly handsome and rather attractive face.

He wears traditional Fang garb, though it is not the white robes many are familar with. It consists of fitted breeches, with an ankle length tunic, cut up the side to the hips, and belted at the waist with silver colored cord, probably so one could actually move and fight in it, if neccesary. The tunic has a closed, high neck, fitting tightly across his broad shoulders and athletically muscled upper body. The tunic bears a mantle across it as well. Both are made of a fine, slightly off white to silvery-grey colored cotton. He wears a baldric, laced and trim in this family's colors, burnished red and gold, thrown over one shoulder. A pair of calf height leather boots of a similar color to the outfit adorn his feet. He wears a simple necklace a stone feather and steel ring over simple leather cord. A silver ear cuff, etched with symbols and runes adorns one ear.

Scott blinks slightly. "Two?"

Elaine Lowen nods. Her blue eyes fix on Scott again, and she plays with her hair. Her voice is dreamy. "A young man, with gold-red hair, wearing silver and gold. And a taller man, thin like whipcord, wearing a loincloth and the scars of battle."

Scott smiles slightly, a touch of crimson lighting at the edge of his cheeks. He says,"I forget that here I probably look like the life lived past, with the visage I'm more familar with being the one subdued. I suppose it doesn't matter as much, though. Thank you."

Elaine Lowen pauses, then says, "To become great, one must become the role."

Scott takes in a deep breath. "So I need to become the other person I am here, fully? Give myself over to being him?"

Elaine Lowen laces her hands together. "That's a hard question. Mostly yes, I think, from what I've seen. But you should never lose yourself, either."

Scott's lips quirk into a smile again,"Have to find the balance between the two, I suppose. Like that is anything new." Another pause before he ventures,"You haven't told me your name yet? Is there a reason you don't want to, or ... I'm simply curious, and wanted to know so I didn't have to call you,'Hey you,' when adressing you." The last is said with a wry smile.

Elaine Lowen opens her mouth. "I'm Elaine Lowen." Surprise flashes across her face briefly.

Scott's expression turns curious again. "What?" he asks softly.

Elaine Lowen smiles. She then laughs, throwing her head back. "I'm Elaine Lowen!"

Scott's smile turns into a small laugh as he watchs her,"Yes, it appears so." His grin as well as tone show a gentle bemusment.

Elaine Lowen's giggles subside. She seems pleased.

Scott considers her a moment, still smiling,"I assume this is something of a revelation, then?"

Elaine Lowen shakes her head. "Not exactly." The smile still lingers, driving away some of the sorrow that touches her outline like an emotional grime.

Scott shakes his head a little, her situation probably beyond his understanding anyways, simply accepts it. Chewing on his lower lip, he says,"So, I need to become Sareth as well as not losing myself. I'm not sure if this is the place to do that. And the others expect me to depart soon as well."

Elaine Lowen nods. She says, "Before you tell me what Sareth needs to do, exactly, tell me what you came here to do. If you came here on purpose."

Scott lets out a long breath, his eyes going a little distant. He says very quietly,"When I was born, some of the crescent moons of my tribe felt my birth was in accordance of with the signs of Prophecy. That I was the reincarnation of one of our great heroes and leaders, Kelstalth Aragath Heralds-the-Wyrm's-Doom. As I grew older, it seems I became the spitting image of him in form, but I've never felt his spirit touch me as I thought it might if I were him reborn. I came here to try and find him, find out more about him, and wether I am him."

Elaine Lowen nods thoughtfully. She looks off to the east.

Scott says,"I was thinking this 'Great King' might be him. I think both quests could be served by finding him, perhaps."

Elaine Lowen nods again. She motions toward the east. "To seek the king, you must seek the grail."

Scott raises an eyebrow, and lets out a long breath. "/The/ grail. The one from Aurthurian legend or a different one?"

Elaine Lowen raises her right hand and makes a circle. "Neither. Both. It recurs."

Scott inclines his head a little, this is a concept he's familar with at least. "But do you know what form it's taken this cycle?"

Elaine Lowen stays still so long, it seems she's fallen into another of the weird frozen positions she is occasionally plagued with. She finally says, "To the east, in the castle." She sighs, and shakes her head. "I can see no clearer yet."

Scott nods again, a slightly grateful look crossing over his features. "Thank you, that is far more to go on than I had. It's a start, and a good one."

Elaine Lowen smiles again. "You're welcome."

Scott offers another small smile. "I really should get started though. I have a feeling the road before me is a long one." He rises to his feet.

Elaine Lowen nods. She then offers, "I will be with you. But when you are with others, I won't interfere." Her smile grows crooked. "At a point, it stops being aid, and starts to become a crutch. You can't limp out here."

Scott's smile widens. "Somehow, that's a comforting thought. That you will be there, even if you can't directly be so all the time. And somehow that doesn't surprise me." His eyes flicker to the eastern horizon before he says softly,"Thank you, again."

Elaine Lowen smiles. "Thank you, Scott Sareth."

Scott's smile lingers on his expression as he ducks his head a little and then starts east towards the rising sun, not looking back.

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