Date: August 17, 2000 (Aether: December 14, 3906)
Place: Sylvan Glen - Forest
Cast: Amos, HeartsEase, Okalani, Riva, ShadowPaw, Sharpclaw
Scene: Two Atlanteans visit the Sylvan glen, having been asked to aid a young graisha who went through a traumatic experience, and has never been quite the same since.

Sylvan Glen - Forest:
      The serene beauty of this forest glen would seem to have been crafted by the loving hand of a beneficent deity. A natural amphitheatre allows for a spoken voice to carry well within its confines, but leaves it muted to the outside world. In the depths of winter this area becomes a smooth bowl of sparkling white, but by summer the graceful curves of the green grassy hill are dotted by the colorful presence of wildflowers. Trees of the thick greenwood surround this placid break in the forest's growth. Knotting and interweaving, they seem to work together to maintain a natural border between woodland and glen. Well past the bottom of the amphitheatre's slope, near the far border of the wood, stands a massive oak tree.
      Its girth is near unspeakable, for it has grown older, and far larger, than any other oak in the forest; only the land's natural sweep in this area would keep it from being seen above the other trees. Majestic in its grandeur, the ancient oak rises from the earth like a symbol of Nature's enduring power and strength. Neither time nor storm would seem capable of felling this titan of the forest. Roots as thick as a grown man's thigh twist and tumble together in an arcane pattern as far across the ground as a house is wide. From this base springs a trunk of legendary proportions; vast and thick, gnarled by age and hard as stone, rising up past the height of three men before the foliage thickens so deeply as to hide the top of the tree within an impenetrable leaf-green mask.

Riva, Okalani, and Amos enter the Sylvan Glen via the hidden forest path.

After the Sylvan has arrived and delivered his message, Okalani actually looks disappointed that both her guards, too, have been granted permission to accompany them. "Oh well, I suppose they at least know how to behave themselves." Blue eyes look straight into Eldred's as if wishing to drive a point through.

The Mongrel grumbles a little but does nod, once Haimi has elbowed him in the side. "Oh, and no pranks please. Nor flirtations. These are forest-dwellers and..."

"...and they don't know I am quite harmless, I know Oka." The green-haired Hound finishes the high priestess's warnings and flashes her an openhearted grin, while in the privacy of the minds of both Estrel and Decemvir he swears to behave himself.

Morning on another cool winter day, and the glen isn't terribly active yet, though a few Sylvans are gathered around the firepit. Having received word of visiting Atlanteans, Sharpclaw sent word back that he wasn't yet able to go out there to meet them, but that they could drop by the glen if they wished to speak.

On a log near the fire is where he sits, yellowed eyes on the path that enters the glen from their direction. Waiting, just waiting.

Amos looks around doubtfully at the trees and leafy greenness surrounding them, wondering how anyone could prefer to live here. But he keeps his thoughts to himself, and watches the Sylvans for signs of hostility or danger.

Those gathered have been informed that visitors were due, some of which decided to leave early, others lingering to watch mostly quietly, save murmurs here and there about whatever motivations the visitors may have.

Escorted by a group of Ettowealona warriors is a small cluster of rather travel-worn Atlanteans, out of their element as one might say, amid the trees and winding paths. Still, ones used to maneuvering through seaweed beds manage to catch on to ways to ease their passage.

Riva seems more acclimated than some of the newer guards in her small cluster. A silent order instructs them to stay out of the way. Down she leads the way toward those in the center, and in a soft voice speaks. "Two Sylvans visited us not long ago, one ShadowWatcher, the other, I do not know. Was busy with Decemvirate business, so message was left seeking our help here for two Sylvans, one called Sharpclaw, one Wolfsong. Would you assist us in reaching them?"

"Chookma. I am Sharpclaw," the wolf-graisha answers, pausing for a brief question in his own head as to what they seek him and Wolfsong for.

The Sylvan guards keep watch, prepared to react in the event of any trouble, but for now, they are at ease, as there seems to be no danger here.

"What do you need...?" Sharpclaw adds, standing up slowly. He's got a thicker cloak about him. Seems to be regaining some lost energy.

Amos shifts uneasily, his hand playing with the tag of net hanging out of its pouch, allowing him to grab it quickly. He is uncomfortable here.

The young woman at Riva's side apparently is also less out of her element than the guards sent to protect the two female Atlanteans. Quite colorful an appearance Okalani makes, dressed in a wide blue sarong which billows around her legs like the ocean she comes from. The fluffy head of the palm held in her hand strokes her bare stomach and shoulders, occasionally reaching out to float over her orange-hued top. Her relaxed manner seems to ease those guards clad in the uniform of Haven's Hounds, and the ones who're more experienced. Still, her eyes are upon the trees above their heads, surrounding them, and there is a certain palpable awe noticeable within her.

"Chookma, Sharpclaw," Okalani greets the one who addressed them, inclining her head. Her aquamarine eyes regard him for some time and an expression of sympathy can be seen within them. "And I suppose I need to know why you think we have been asked to help you. Do you perhaps have any idea?"

Sharpclaw might, at that, glancing from one visitor to the other once again as he seeks to familiarize himself with them, tail hanging behind his body from a slit in the cloak. The hood is drawn back, so his head is entirely visible. "I might..." he begins to answer, eyeing that net Amos has brought along. "Is it to do with what happened in Haven?"

"It has, yes," Okalani replies and, following his gaze, she asks, "Would you mind us to sit down? Some of us have grown used to actually walk and stand for several hours, but I must admit that even after several years, I am still not one of them, and neither are the majority of the people here."

Sharpclaw realizes he forgot about that. Oops. "Oh, yes... sorry. Please, sit if you like," he says, motioning to a log or rock or something else they might find preferable. He knows manners, just forgot them this time. It seems he's prepared to wait for further explanation regarding Haven and all. "Are you hungry?"

"Atlanteans are always hungry," the Atlantean Hound breaks in, grinning from ear to ear, something which makes him receive a glare from that sweet young lady he was assigned to. He bows to her and strides some distance away, pulling the one and only Mongrel of the party along.

"If you can and wish to share food with us, you may do so," Okalani formally answers once she's made herself comfortable on the grass, stretching her legs beside her. "But water is something we would really like to drink right now." Fingers stroke through a wealth of black hairs, causing the little silver bells in it to tingle with a clear, delicate sound.

Riva is quiet throughout the exchange and after what must have been some gentle nudging, her Korallion guards move a bit more distant, keeping ready but non-hostile postures. One looks down at a curious Sylvan lad exploring his leg fin with questing fingers.

Riva half-smiles at the sight and looks back to add, "Yes, to sit would be nice. I am told it is the custom of your people for visitors to bring gifts. It is my hope you and your tribe will accept this meager symbol of our respect."

Well, Riva is almost right, yes she is a visitor, but not of her own initiative, being invited. A hand reaches into her pouch and from it, she withdraws some sharks' teeth in a pouch, oddities for the forest people and certainly something they are not likely to have.

Sharpclaw doesn't have any shark's teeth, so they'd be new on him. "Ahh... well, we appreciate the gift," he answers awkwardly, taking care of that part first. "One moment," he adds, and a couple are sent off to retrieve some water first, general Sylvan fare to eat next.

There are some fruits and vegetables, some meats as well. Cooked, if preferred. It might be noted that he is both confused and a bit on the nervous side, uncertain as to just what the visitors wish to see Wolfsong and himself for. He'd thought everything had been dealt with.

Riva quietly settles into place adjacent to Okalani, her guard background making her belated in taking a less defensible position so long as it was not impolite to remain standing. For the food and water presented to the party, she offers a quiet, "Thank you."

One of the elder Sylvans moves up to take the younger one by the wrist and lead him away from any fins and such. "Don't touch them," she warns, full of suspicion. Some are.

"Thank you," the younger of the two women says while hands eagerly accept the mug containing the water she's been asked for. It is emptied rather quickly, and with an apologetic smile, Okalani looks around for some more. The long walk has obviously drained the priestess from much of the water she needs in order to stay calm and cool.

With very curious does she look over the things offered to her before choosing a few raw vegetables, biting on one stem. "My name is Okalani." The introduction is made in quite an informal tone and the same is used when asking "Do you have any idea who could have asked for two Atlanteans?"

Sharpclaw frowns inwardly as the elder Sylvan rounds up the kid. That won't help him become accepting of different people, will it? The visitors might notice the disapproval, it being something they could pick up. More water is seen to be needed, so more is gathered and offered. Best to be polite and cordial with peaceful visitors. Only use force when needed, if needed.

"Okalani," he nods, repeating the name to get the saying of it down. "I... don't know who asked, but we both got free, and are getting better." 'We' being Wolfsong and Sharpclaw. "I was in Delphi's in..firmary a bit, too." That brings a faint shiver from him. Something's connected to that, something negative and bad.

Riva nods as she reaches for water only after her guards have had their thirst slaked and water to wet their drying skin sprinkled and poured over them. She dampens her dress for the sheer relief of the moisture and drains a waterskin as well. She identifies herself simply. "I am Orman Riva, daughter of Sea Hope." She gives the Sylvan name for Orman Kai, her father who was granted a Sylvan name for his service to them, and a name that should be reassuring to the Sylvans, a familiar name.

"You were?" Okalani suddenly sits up straight and looks at him, "You were that Graisha whom Nightmare harassed?" Her voice growls at the mention of that Feralis and the things she did. It isn't so much her tone as her bitter emotions which draw the attention of the Atlanteans gathered nearby, for they know their high priestess as someone who forgives people easily and tends to find something good in all of them.

The sea-dweller hangs her head, black locks falling in front and alongside her face, "I am sorry this happened to you, Sharpclaw, and I wish there was some way I could make it up to you."

Sharpclaw's eyes widen at Okalani's reaction, pausing with a piece of fruit in one hand, uncertain just what to say to her. Firstly, he didn't expect her to know about it, and secondly, he sure didn't expect her to offer some way of making it up to him. "I... well, yes... that was me," he just about stammers. It was something he wanted to put behind him, but he's not suffering from it being revisited right now. "She... tried to talk me into letting her... or them... do something. Stop the magic. And Wolfsong's, too."

The Atlanteans could sense one strong emotion from him at that -- fear. The fear of losing part of him. "I... I'd wanted to try to learn more at Delphi, but after what she did..." He hasn't been so sure.

Riva's expression stiffens as she learns things of which she was unaware. Perhaps her choosing to bring Okalani instead of risking both herself and her heir Rhys here at the same time has an added benefit. Blessed be the wise goddess who works in such subtle ways. She pats a few last beads of moisture on her lips and tips her head politely.

Okalani nods solemnly. "Yes, we have been informed about that. I don't know whether you know what happened afterwards, but I assure you she stood all by herself with that ridiculous theory. She is of Adept level now, but we have made sure she has lost all privileges of that rank except the permission to leave the Citadel when she wishes to."

A good way to get rid of a very troubling person from time to time. Almost hesitantly does the Delphite reach out with a hand to the Sylvan lad and her voice grows more soft, soothing now, "I have worked with many Graisha, and know that removing that part of them is simply wrong."

Her gaze flashes to Riva in a silent question for a moment before returning to Sharpclaw. "Delphi does not wish to tap you or anyone of your tribe, even though I'm afraid you will never be allowed to study there." Very careful does she try to touch his mind so that he may receive the sensation of someone wishing to do good, to help him, if he so desires.

Sharpclaw guesses that takes care of any questions about becoming a student there still being possible. "I guess Delphi has their reasons," he answers quietly, his suspicions confirmed. Probably wasn't worth getting his hopes up over such a thing at all.

Though he initially makes as if to lean back when Okalani extends her hand, he allows it to settle against a shoulder, his eyes shifting downwards. "At least I don't have to worry about what she said," and his eyes raise again at that mental touch. Whatever help may be there would seem to be accepted. "As for Nightmare... I don't like her at all. She's cold and says she cares but doesn't act like it. Now she's come here to try and get involved with my teacher's new shifting school. I told her we didn't want anything to do with her."

He's heard of the encounter Nightmare had with Many Shadows, as well. It's good to know the Sachem is on the same side as the graisha talking to the Atlanteans.

Riva continues to listen, both with her mind open to sense emotions, and her eyes gleaning body language -- though that is a more difficult thing. She glances toward the priestess and instead of nodding, answers vocally. "My people have mixed feelings toward Graisha. I married Rhys, who is an Orca graisha, strong and true and fiercely protective of me and his people. Many did not want me to make him my heir or marry him, so even amid us there was a rift regarding him." Her words ramble a little, but the intent is clear, to show that acceptance is possible and to reassure through letting personal glimpses show.

A sympathetic look is given to Sharpclaw at those words. "Rhys once asked me whether he could teach in Delphi, and even though he is one of the best shifting teachers and mages I know, I had to decline... even though I personally do ask him to teach me things Delphi cannot." So much for how perfect the Citadel she represents is.

To Riva's words, Okalani adds, "Among our people, there are Graisha who teach shifting as well, some even join the priesthood of Pasiphae. Only those who bear the marks of Shark and occasionally the Orca are shunned from society."

Her other hand is placed upon the lad's second shoulder and she continues to play with her magic, showing him her emotions though always tentatively so he can easily shrug it off if he wishes to. The benevolent care she feels for him is brutally broken when the concept of Nightmare's latest scheme is brought up, but she is discarded for something more important. "I heard of a shifter's school, and I must admit I am curious to it..." She breaks off this thought, "but that is not why I came."

Sharpclaw tilts an ear to listen to Riva's words, at the very least following them if nothing else. He knows little of most water-breathers, but is in the know enough to recognize 'Sea Hope' as a name, perhaps a couple others. He's met Koralland, too, knows Spirit-Whisperer, though he's more than just an Atlantean only.

"Some people like us, some hate us. It's harder in Haven." he says simply. Maybe it's the crowds as much as anything else, but he's at least tried to work on getting used to going there whenever business dealings require it.

Nodding next to Okalani's explanation about Rhys and teaching, Sharpclaw murmurs, "I understand... they have a policy, even if it doesn't always make sense." His words are slow, carefully said. At times, they need to be formulated thoughtfully. He's not dumb, but with all that has gone on, sometimes more than the usual amount of effort is required to keep himself in control. The hands at his shoulders do seem to reassure to a certain extent, almost as if it was a motherly sort of gesture. No attempt is made to stop her, but he does look up when whatever she's doing is interrupted. Nightmare, most likely.

"It's... new. Soft-Feather's working on it. Might try to be like an aide for him, to others. But there's been trouble... a hunter attacking shifters and animals in the forests." As for why she came, again, he waits for more.

Riva splays her fingers to study the webbing. "One has to be careful with our people -- bearing marks of the beasts helps us survive, even if not shapeshifter, the touch has rested on us to gift us. " Again, a bit of rambling thought to lull and reassure, to give a common bond between people on a visceral level. She does not intrude in the main flow of conversation, just tries to skirt and enhance it. "Had not heard of such an effort."

"I would very much like to learn more about this school," Okalani repeats her interest, "and would appreciate learning more about it or speaking with your teacher... but that is for another time."

A frown breaks the smoothness of her brow, "Hunters who attack shifters." Her upset state can be noticed even by the Sylvan whose mind she keeps touching, though soon it is buried under the calm that is part of this young priestess. "We came because we were told that you would require... mental help to deal with some of the things which have happened to you lately. I do not completely understand what they meant with it, but I do wish to help if possible."

Fingers play over his shoulderblades, easing him up something more. Her blue eyes look at him in a way that expresses sincerity, and again she attempts to relax and reassure him mentally as well.

Riva nods once. "It is seldom your people ask help, and when they do, we try to listen. A request was left for us by two of your tribe, ShadowWatcher and one other. We do not know what if anything we can do but have come to try to the best of our ability. Sometimes... it helps to share, and yet one can not ... make words...." She tries to convey that for which there are not quite words to fit the situation -- vocalization is so limited at times.

"Soft-Feather would probably see you, then... once we can stop the bad things," Sharpclaw answers, moving a hand to show a wrap around his belly. "Went looking for him, a group of us. I shifted, he hit me with an arrow. Morning Sunrise healed it." The words are somewhat flat, somewhat lacking emotion, almost as if he's in a bit of a subdued state. Not from any drugs or medicines, though. More of a mental thing... similar to what happened as a result of being a captive of the Haven slaver.

"He killed many animals," he adds before letting the cloak back as it had been before. As the calm returns to Okalani, he leans closer gently at the touch of the fingers at his back.

"Mental help," he repeats, wondering if it's truly needed, though it may very well be the case. He nods once as ShadowWatcher's name is referenced, but is still uncertain as to who the other may be. Could be anyone. HeartsEase, Soft-Feather, Many Shadows, Tenderheart, perhaps even Wolfsong herself. "What would you do?" he questions.

That flat tone, the lack of emotion -- they draw Okalani's attention and for more than a little while, she looks at the youngster's face, using all her newfound abilities of the fourth level to receive any signs of what is going on in this. In the end, she just smiles sadly. "I see why they asked for help now," she murmurs and her thoughts show just how she feels for this poor lad who has been brutally robbed of his nature. "Riva just said what we could do."

In a motherly gesture does she reach up with a hand to his cheek, cupping it into her warm, soft palm. "Those events have altered you, left you scared to show your true self, your pain, to the world and those around you who care for you. You fear they will be hurt when finding out what happened to you. Or perhaps you expect accusations from them... You don't wish to go through it again, but find yourself unable to break free from it either." Infinitely tender are voice, touch and mind. "I am a priestess, Sharpclaw. People share these things with me so they can break through the cycle."

Riva nods and moves forward to place her hand on Sharpclaw's other shoulder, making sure the gesture is nothing that would seem threatening, only comforting. "If you wish me to share with you two, I will try, am not so skilled as Okalani."

Nightmare's tone is flat, emotionless as well, but seemingly for different reasons than for Sharpclaw. He's not -that- young, but still considerably younger than Okalani, so it works in a sense. His eyes seem troubled, distant at times, as if he's gone somewhere safer in his mind. That's a place he sought out during some of the worst back in the captivity of the slaver before the opportunity to escape presented itself.

If either Okalani or Riva have seen the report that was filed at the infirmary, they'd know what physically happened before the Sylvan was healed. Try as he has, the aftermath of the whole event has left him less than what he was, quiet and solitary, not one to socialize much since then. It was evident when Soft-Feather seemed so surprised just to -see- him the other morning, and it was something Sharpclaw hadn't even realized had gotten to this point.

His shoulders shrug lightly as his chin is tilted up by way of Okalani's hand at his cheek, and he can be felt to nod once, though confusion and apprehension have him in their collective grip. "I... I could maybe share, if you need." Maybe it's easier with strangers than it is with the ones closest to him. He hasn't told Wolfsong or Soft-Feather, see.

The Sylvan warrior-guards keep a watchful eye on the proceedings, others fetching more water and such as needed. They can sense something might be about to happen here.

HeartsEase enters the Sylvan Glen via the hidden forest path.

ShadowPaw has arrived.

HeartsEase had taken the time to stop and collect some roots and things on the way back from Haven. When she got word of the attack on WolfEyes and Sharpclaw, and the slaughter of the animals, she hastened her pace. She hurries into the glen, breathing heavily from the exertion. Eyes scan the glen. She pales as she notes the Atlanteans. But at least one she thinks she recognizes. She tries to stay hidden beneath the trees in the shade for the moment.

Okalani glances sideways at Riva and nods slowly, giving her student permission to involve herself in this admittedly painful procedure. Her mind has already picked up things from Sharpclaw which he may not have wished to share, but which she was unable to prevent from slipping into her mental realm.

"It isn't what we need, Sharpclaw," she replies in a voice which is divided between laughter and solemnity, "It is what you need. If you wish to share your thoughts with us, we will do our best to do this, but I must warn you that it may be painful for you as well. Yet, if you truly wish to be healed, this may help you."

Fingers spread a little so that the smooth cool webbing between those digits is pressed against his skin. And the shoulder given to her is rubbed softly, loosening up the tension within. "If you wish, you may allow me to form a link between our minds?" And as Okalani says this, the Aether is twisted more consciously than before and the mental touch he felt earlier becomes more obvious now that she actually thinks words to him, like that of a ghost. 'Shifter?'

Telepathically, from Riva: a gentle thread of touch joins you, seeking permission. For this time, Riva has blocked off her feelings and personal thoughts so not to muddy the procedure with her own feelings. She quietly and supportively joins.

Riva leans forward and looks the Sylvan man over as she scoots her hips so more comfortably able to reach him. Her demeanor radiates reassurance and serenity.

Sharpclaw's eyes shut as Okalani's fingers hold his head, a couple splitting between his fur-tipped, pointed ears. She's right in that it's more for what he needs and not them, but he's inexperienced when it comes to what they might need to know in order to help. That's more of the basis behind the question. "I... I will. Can't be worse than what happened, right?" It's hard to imagine it being worse than what was done to Wolfsong and himself, and if there's a chance of coming out of it without the heavy burden that's weighing him down, all the better for trying. Seems Okalani and Riva might notice that he's willing to allow the link to be made. There's trust he can pull from this, so he's willing to give it a go.

The thought-word is answered with one of his own. 'Shifter...?' It inquires as to the meaning of the question. HeartsEase goes unnoticed by him.

News travels fast among the Ettowealona -- even to those that are outsiders to the tribe. Tragic events seem to plague these lands as though they were cursed. This is what the newcomer known as ShadowPaw has come to believe may be true. And it is that very Sylvan that suddenly bounds into the glen with the speed of the wind. Seeing the small gathering, the wolf-graisha literally skids to a stop. His keen expressive amber eyes glance about with curiosity and his fur-covered wolfen ears twitch slightly.

HeartsEase listens to his words. It can't be worse? Well... she'd be one to debate that, even though she is the one that requested the Atlanteans come. She continues to hang in the shadows, far enough away from Sharpclaw not to feel his pain.

Telepathically, Okalani's thoughts are briefly distracted when she picks up distrust from a newcomer, but then she too bans others out of their little world, focusing completely upon Sharpclaw. The more powerful the mage the more intimate is the link, and thus much of what Okalani feels and thinks is revealed to her friend and the young Sylvan whose mind she explores oh so tenderly.

"Shifter" an image of herself changing into a dolphin, followed by the silhouette of himself, changing into a wolf, an animal of the forest she knows about. *It is what you are, what defines you.* As it defines her, no matter how much control she has over the playful spirit of the sea mammal. *But you are not whole... part of you is gone?*

This time, the vision they receive is one of a circle made up of various lines and circles, forming parts and the one left to the center is black... empty, threatening. Very carefully does Okalani try to enter the darkness, looking for him.

Sharpclaw doesn't appear to notice the activity around the trio, in something of a trance-like state, though probably not exactly that. One of the Sylvan guards motions for ShadowPaw to move closer to him, away from the visitors and graisha. "Shhh... just be quiet for now."

ShadowPaw nods his understanding to the guard and silently watches the proceedings.

Riva leans back a little, chin lifting and eyes drifting from person to person along the glen, though not really lingering long enough for her to have comprehended much and certainly not have recognized any. She is serene, yet cords stand out in her neck and there is a tightening and loosening of muscles as she swallows. Whatever is occurring is easier for the other woman than herself, yet it is clear she is expending effort.

Telepathically from Riva: Quiet serenity, calm, ease, comfort, security, warmth, a sense of quiet listening, a quiet strength, She does not push thoughts to taint Okalani's work, but is definitely working toward giving a secure safe feel in which one can open up themselves with more trust and confidence, trying to work within her ability.

Telepathically, Okalani and Riva sense: Sharpclaw is more or less led along on the mental side of things, having had mental 'fights' of his own with his sides on many occasions, but nothing quite like this. Shifter... yes, that's him indeed. Okalani, too? Or is it meant as a form of imagery, like the circles and lines? A thought is shared, one of agreement. *It's part of what I am, yes...* More acknowledgment and agreement to the words of him not being whole. It's certainly true. *Not... gone,* he adds, but he can't describe just what that emptiness is, either. If the darkness is entered, it is cold and enveloping, at least to him. Maybe the safer place is in there somewhere.

HeartsEase slinks to a seated position beneath the tree. She glances to the oak, wondering if Wolfsong has been tended to yet. And she watches the Atlanteans with Sharpclaw, trying to remind herself that not all are like the horrible one.

Seeking Way enters the Sylvan glen via the hidden forest path.

ShadowPaw lowers into a crouch by a tree. Amber eyes are riveted on the Atlanteans and Sharpclaw, but his senses remain alert to his surroundings.

Telepathically, Okalani explores the metaphor she has called to life more, entering into the more private realms of Sharpclaw's mind, places where his subconscious holds the secrets of the tortures of his imprisonment. She never did look in the medical file of the Graisha Nightmare abused, but the concepts coming up in her mind, shared with him, are that of terror, of the agonizing pain and uncertainty of being held against one's will, cut off from any help and the knowledge that they hold power over you.

Her own memory is activated and for a brief time the two receive the sensations of being held by many hands on a table, pressed down as pains shot through her body, caused by both magical and natural means.

Telepathically, Okalani and Riva sense: Those thoughts and concepts are very much the case in Sharpclaw's mind, and as Okalani 'travels' inside, she passes silent faces twisted into what could only have been screams, passes flashes of... something, something that must equate to pain of some kind, enough to bring a flash of pain to the fore. She passes through bars that bend, towards another place. There's something else there, though. Some kind of imagery that involves something entering something else. There's an especially negative feeling surrounding that; it can't be missed. In fact, it would appear to present an obstacle that may not be passed yet.

Sharpclaw's eyes flutter slightly past the closed lids, lips twitching along with a couple fingers on a hand that ends up coming to hold one of Okalani's arms. Seems to be something done for support, for he doesn't cry out, doesn't attempt to break away from the pair. Rather, it may be to steady.

Riva's color becomes pale, quite pale, looking yellow instead of golden as she accepts what is happening silently, steadfastly. She seems to radiate calm and comfort while Okalani is involved in other things.

HeartsEase holds her breath as she sees Sharpclaw's movement, almost rising from her place. For it is hard for her to credit holding on to an Atlantean for support. With great effort, she stays where she is.

Okalani's eyelids flutter as well, but she continues to look in Sharpclaw's eyes. The fingers upon his face are moved just a bit, smoothing his cheeks in a gentle manner while her other hand moves closer to his neck, stroking the more sensitive nerves there so he may relax and be comforted physically.

Telepathically, Okalani and Sharpclaw sense: Sharing and trying to maintain supportive calm and reassurance. Riva is present and not letting one be alone in this yet, is more passive in her role of support.

Telepathically, Riva and Sharpclaw sense: Okalani's thoughts are subdued, yet she feels uneasy, for she begins to fear that what has happened to him is something which has happened to others as well. But she gathers her strength and moves closer, comforting him with thoughts. *You are alive and live through it. You will have children one day, it is gone.* Yet before it will be over, they will have to relive it, together this time. So much love is given to the young Sylvan whom she never met until this day, yet it is easy to grow fond of someone when there is mental contact which goes so deep. Closer she comes to that obstacle, searching for Sharpclaw.

Telepathically, Riva slides deeper, following Okalani along, pushing her limits in her struggle to assist, to learn at the same time.

If Atlanteans sweated, Riva would be drenched right now. Korallion guards look at each other uneasily, one stepping forward almost as if he plans to rip the woman away from whatever contact is affecting her so obviously. One can be heard muttering to the mongrel Hound, "They spend themselves too much, never seen her like this before."

Telepathically, Okalani and Riva sense: Sharpclaw doesn't want to relive it, and that's been his problem. It's been impossible to get to his peaceful place because of the obstacle in the way. It seems to shimmer and shift before it becomes a heavy iron door with only a small hole for entry, patrolled by small little beasties that bite and scratch at the air as anyone comes near, as if trying to keep would-be intruders away.

*That way...* is the mental thought from Sharpclaw himself, a light illuminating the opening. All it's missing are big neon signs that say "THIS WAY, DINGBAT! WHAT'RE YOU, STOOPID OR SOMETHING??"

The comfort and calming from both Atlanteans is something he didn't have before though, so it's not as difficult a task to tackle as it had been for only one alone. They can get through, and when they do, they'll find a bound and chained image of the real Sharpclaw, one who looks the same as the one they help.

Sharpclaw's hand tightens before loosening slightly, only hanging on by fingertips, his claws able to avoid scratching Okalani. As the other hand finds the back of his neck, a somewhat soothing sort of sound emanates from him, but it cuts off abruptly from whatever's going on mentally, the lad otherwise still, if not a bit on the side of tense.

HeartsEase clenches her hands. She wishes she could help. She wishes she had not had to ask the Atlanteans for help.

Telepathically, Okalani's own feelings grow in a wild turmoil when she forces herself to experience the sensation of cold iron shackles having their hold upon her bare flesh, containing her to one, unfamiliar room. Yet both of them got out of it eventually, this reminder is sent to Sharpclaw when she frees herself of this hold and moves closer to him, her gentle mind touching the image he has built of himself, molding it into one of her own in which the chains fall of and their bodies flood together, one mind, one heart so they may be together.

*Share with me what happened, shifter.* Yes, she too is gifted, *Share with me so we may hold on to each other and find strength, a way out of here.*

Riva continues her passive supportive efforts so Okalani can expend her efforts in more active manner, still she is aware, she is there.

Okalani bites her lips and her body tenses as if under some invisible strain. The motion of her fingertips alongside his lips is enough to ease her plight a little however, and the massaging continues, her expression having become completely neutral. Still it is evident that whatever the Atlanteans are doing is painful for themselves as well.

Telepathically, Okalani and Riva sense: As it is asked for, so it proceeds to be shown, the beasties forgotten after the door is passed through, into the cold, cage-lined basement room. It is now much less concepts and imagery, having moved over to actual events. Horrible ones.

You, Okalani and Riva, see yourselves leashed and led off to another room with a number of instruments of torture. You are tied down to a table-like setup, bent over it slightly. The next part you can't see, but you can feel what Sharpclaw felt. Entry. Violation. Horror and fear. Intense horror and fear, in fact. Yet, it's not enough to overwhelm. At that time, Sharpclaw found his peaceful place, and the images shift again, to that of a clearing in a forest much like the one you visit, with nice sounds, nice sights. And Wolfsong, the one he has come to love.

Then red washes it away, draining out to leave the sight of a large mongrel man lying in his own blood, dead. Following that, flight. Not of the winged variety, but simply running. Down a street, through an alley, a cloak wrapped tight around yourself. Finally, the silhouette of a winged man, finishing in a bright, sanitized place. Guess where.

Sharpclaw emits a muted little whimper as whatever's going on inside intensifies, a cold sweat beading up on his brow. That hand clutches to Okalani's arm once more, his head dipping towards a shoulder to rest upon.

One of the Sylvan guards takes a step forward, muttering to himself, "They're going to hurt him."

Another forces him to stay put, shaking his head. "No... wait. I think they might be helping. Just wait."

HeartsEase may be noticed, she may not. If she is, she is also indicated to hold off, just in case she's got the same thoughts of the first guard. By now, a number of onlookers have gathered, natural curiosity and suspicion keeping them near, but not close enough to interfere yet.

HeartsEase is, luckily, outside of the range to feel that. However, she can see how it strains all of them. She is torn between approaching and offering her help, but at the same time does not want to interfere. She also is really hoping that when all is over the Atlanteans won't really need or want her help. She's not had to heal an Atlantean since... Well, let's just hope they don't need her.

Telepathically, Riva simply offers her first active thread of thought: not your fault, no more than your fault if a turtle nips your toe, or you cut your foot on a rock, not your fault, hurts, yes, you did not seek, you could not avoid it, let it heal.... Image of fading wounds, images traditional of an Atlantean mother comforting her scared frightened child, images of soothing touch, nothing to forgive, nothing to cause shame, nothing to lose pride... just happens... let go, comfort, soothing...

Telepathically, Okalani's thoughts reveal her being compelled to scream, to show her distaste for what happened here to all who are near her. As she promised, she holds on to the younger man, sharing this aspect and feeling the sensations even if she were not actually there. Offering him strength and comfort by her presence, warming him and easing things within.

Riva concentrates on the feeling of you being innocent, the priestess upon the emotion itself, on how it felt for him physically and mentally when this happened, watching it like a flawless line unroll until it lead him to the dream of happiness, one which so resembles life among the trees as he knew it but which, now that he is actually there, seems to have become unsafe compared to this mythical place. She follows him along to the route, asking him to share things till the end.

Telepathically, Okalani thinks, *Shifter, follow the path and take all that you have left behind with you.*

Okalani's arm is folded around Sharpclaw's head, allowing it to rest in the curve of her shoulder with her body as her other hand continues to comfort him by touching his face, his hair and his ears. Her eyes are wide open but see nothing but the ones she is connected with.

Telepathically, Okalani and Riva sense: Sharpclaw's form inside shimmers and fluctuates to an extent, a strong battle going on inside between wolf and man while in the infirmary. This was what he went through in the aftermath of the physical healing, and at least one there noted the strength it must've taken to keep from just giving up for good.

There's negativity as Nightmare is placed there, her cold, emotionless words and verbal poking and prodding earning no small amount of distaste. But, finally, home is seen again, and the positive feelings that involve such a thing, followed by more concern when Wolfsong does not show up, replaced again by good feelings once she's returned, also in a difficult state.

There is work done to heal and recover, but the obstacles Sharpclaw would keep running into always blocked the path. With the assistance of both Atlanteans, those obstacles don't seem so tough any more. They can be dealt with, and the bad things can be overcome.

That path is followed to whatever may come of it, and while what happened will not be forgotten, it is, it may be noticed, not as much of a problem to face and deal with. All the support from the two total strangers to him helps this.

Sharpclaw's eyes remain closed, and though he tenses further, it seems a point is reached where things improve. Panting breaths calm, a tight grip relaxes and he lets himself remain close to Okalani and Riva, a physical soothing going along with a mental one.

Okalani's breathing becomes easier now that things seem to have improved, though the physical caressing doesn't stop just yet, but neither has the mental one. *This has helped.* It isn't a question, for she knows things have changed because of them.

More at ease now, she flutters only through his surface thoughts, pulling that part of him along that was connected with her for so long. Her eyes are opened now and she watches the tall trees gathered around the trailing, the beautiful leaves left there by autumn's weather change. What she sees is enjoyed, as is the sensation of the wind playing with her hair, touching her skin in an pleasant, harmless matter.

And that what she experiences at this moment is shown to him so he may taste how much she enjoys life, how the silver sparks that are her personal telepathic signature dance through her mind and their link. Encouraging him to go.

HeartsEase watches, still concerned. At some level, still afraid that they will harm him. But no, he does not look harmed. She would never forgive herself if she allowed that to happen.

Riva does fairly well up to that point. She simply is not so strong as Okalani and though her mind and spirit do not give up, nor her will and determination, the body betrays her. She breaks contact and turns to the side, her belly roiling and depositing an icky mess of bile tinted water in which floats a fish head an some glistening scales, and some strands of masticated seaweed.

She does not apologize for pushing to and beyond her tolerance, but has a feeling of regret she could not do more about her as the contact fades.

Sharpclaw swims in the stuff Okalani shares with him, his own eyes reopening in the process. They're distant and blank at first, but as the link is gradually let go of, attention returns and his golden-hued orbs refocus.

There's nothing he can yet bring himself to say; if words will even work right this moment may be up for debate. That tail of his twitches without notice, and he blinks as though coming out of a deep sleep. All isn't perfect in the world yet, but it's a lot more right than it had been prior to this.

Okalani and Riva are treated with a sense of gratitude for their assistance. Good thing they can catch it, though the sudden sight of Riva doing that brings him that much more back to the here and now, a faint 'ewww' heard. It's a moment of lightness following an otherwise intense situation, and he slowly lets go of Okalani. "Som--someone help her...?" he says, sounding like a question.

HeartsEase is on her feet the moment she sees Riva vomit. She hastens toward the fire, well, as much as someone afraid can hasten toward the sense of her fear. She kneels beside Riva, but does not touch her. The fact that Sharpclaw asks for someone to help, however, gives her a certain amount of security. "Would you like me to help?" she asks Riva.

The Sylvan guards look between one another, then towards Sharpclaw and the visitors. A pair then follow HeartsEase, another one going to fetch more water and such, which might be helpful.

Riva lifts her glance to HeartsEase and then speaks. "It... is all right. I will be all right, don't think ill."

HeartsEase nods slowly. "Not ill, but your body is... stressed. I can help you feel better, if you wish." She still does not touch the Atlantean. Any Sylvans watching would know that if Riva were Sylvan, she would not hesitate to begin the healing without asking.

Riva looks as if she would like to decline but knows she would be foolish to do so. A mute nod grants permission.

The moment Sharpclaw lets go of Okalani, she rolls onto the grass -- fortunately for her, to the other side than the one taken by Riva, and she lays there still, one hand clenched in a fist held tight against her body and the other arm extended, fingers digging into the soft ground.

Sharpclaw stands up slowly, still feeling a bit of tenderness that lingers as he finds himself looking at both Riva and Okalani with a show of concern, following what they did for him. All he can do is hope they'll be fine. They're just tired, yes? What will their guards do?

HeartsEase reaches out to touch Riva tentatively, almost as if she expected to be burnt upon touching her. She soothes the stresses in the body as best and quickly as she can and removes her hand. Then, she quietly adds, "Thank you... for coming."

Sharpclaw lingers for a short time before coming to be comfortable that all will be well and taken care of. He murmurs about the same as HeartsEase, then quietly slips off for the oak again, seeking rest. Unless, that is, HeartsEase wants to stop him for something first.

Riva sits quietly, nodding to the healer. she gives a reassuring thought to each of her guards and then closes her eyes. "We... just need a few minutes peace and water. HeartsEase, we... cannot do this again, not so soon. Give us time to recover, it is... traumatic for us. It... wounds in its own way, and we have to... we need to distance ourselves for a while. Let the one we helped start to ease the other one, then bring her to us... in Haven. It is seldom our duties mutually will permit us to come here together at the same time."

HeartsEase nods as she listens. "I understand. I am sorry that you had to suffer for this, but I am grateful. We will bring her." She rises to give the Atlanteans some space. "Sharpclaw?" She heads for him.

Sharpclaw stops near the roots of the great oak, pausing as Riva mentions him, realizing that she's talking about Wolfsong. Oh, that should be an interesting discussion. But, if it worked on Sharpclaw, at least to start, it may well work on her as well. Upon hearing his name, he looks back to HeartsEase again.

Riva remains quiet, her belly settled down. Idly, she scoops some earth up to try to bury the mess before someone steps in it.

HeartsEase places her hand on Sharpclaw's arm. First things first. "This is all that remains of your injury then? I heard about what happened."

That fish head may just make some good fertilizer, too. Sharpclaw looks down at the hand against the arm of his cloak, nodding slowly to her. "Pretty much... Morning Sunrise was there and took care of the arrow, but I've been tired."

HeartsEase nods, moving the cloak out of the way so that she can finish the healing process on Sharpclaw. "Did you hear what the... what Riva said about Wolfsong?" It is very much to Riva's credit that HeartsEase called her by name rather than 'the Atlantean.'

Sharpclaw makes to sit back down again, legs still not quite agreeing with him fully just yet. Should make it easier for HeartsEase to take care of any lingering stiffness and such, as well. "I did... we should take her to them. I'm sure they can help." Like they helped him. A contrast to the way it'd been before, he doesn't even seem to be the least bit concerned that Okalani and Riva came to learn the worst of what happened.

Riva rises enough to move out of the way then lays back to prop against the base of a tree. It does not take her long to drift off to sleep.

HeartsEase nods slowly, kneeling as Sharpclaw sits. They are near the great oak. "Yes, but perhaps you could talk to her about... about what you went through. How things have changed. How it helped you." It is difficult for her to explain.

Amos stands guard over Riva, along with the other Korallion Guards Riva brought with her.

"I... couldn't talk to anybody about it before. Not you, Sachem, teacher, even her." Sharpclaw admits, watching Amos and the other visitors again for a few seconds. "I think I can now. I'll try to talk to her. If she can see how they helped me..."

HeartsEase nods. "Please. I want her to be helped too. Even if you do not tell her about what happened in Haven, at least what happened... here."

Sharpclaw should be able to handle being around the others a lot better now that things have been dealt with a great deal. "I'll talk to her as soon as I can. I promise. Hopefully, she'll listen and accept."

HeartsEase nods slowly. "Thank you." She stands, glancing around the glen, and then disappears into the oak.

Sharpclaw nods in return, gathering himself before climbing up the oak as well, to go up to the loft.

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