Afternoon Siesta

[Llune]

Despite all the best efforts of her comrades, Llune's really in no danger, nor does she need the help. After her first failed attempt to pull herself out of the pool, Llune uses an old Glider trick. Even though it's really not a trick at all. Upon her second resurfacing, Llune notices the others at the edge of the pool, "Oh, thank you, very much, but I think I've got it..." she says politely, and begins lifting herself from the water.

Although she's had the skill all her life, gliding is not the first thing that comes to Llune's mind when moving *herself* is in question. Her first instinct is to walk or skip or climb, and only after that fails will she remember that she could use her powers of levitation to work things out. This is what happens when one spends eons only using their magic for such mundane things as holding fabric to be cut or picking up scattered beads.

Slowly Llune levitates upwards out of the water, then over to the edge of the pool, sopping wet and dripping. "Oh, dear, I'm soaked!" she exclaims when both her feet are on firm ground, "It's a good thing that it's warm today!" she smiles at the others, her hair wet and flat, tangled and partly in her face. She looks disheveled, like a child in for lunch from play, and just as happy; she begins immediately to push her hair from her face and start wringing out her dress. All the awkwardness of the naked send is forgotten as the new task of drying out and getting put back together like a proper elf takes all Llune's attention.  

[Llune]

All this while Lune has been still and silent. Humans. She remembered the humans that had lived around the mountain. Sure, they were clumsier, nowhere near as graceful as elves. But they were kind, they brought gifts, they had families...

Llune's eyes lined with unshed tears for the dead - funny, she would begin to weep at the thought of a human village decimated, and not the idea of the mountain crushed... But perhaps this brings everything into perspective. Not only were elves displaced, wounded and killed... *All* creatures endure this hardship. Even the humans.

Admittedly, she hasn't paid much attention to stories of the murderous deeds of some groups of humans. Her only experience is with the "bird worshippers." But to know whole families, entire groups have been wiped out?

And then Dancer and Blaze start arguing, their sends sharp and loud, and Llune covers her ears, **Stop, stop, we are solving NOTHING like this!** she exclaims, her send loud enough for both to hear, "You are both so full of passion and energy but it does not have keen direction. If there is a problem we must work together to fix it, not argue amongst ourselves to find someone to blame."

She sighs, deeply, hoping the two 'cubs' are paying attention now, "If the village has been properly buried or burned, then the village itself is not an issue. Dewpaw is no one's ward but her own, she made the decision to travel - none of us would dream stop another if they desired to leave, we should not treat Dewpaw as if she's helpless. As for the 'something' that may be lurking, I was cautioned when I arrived that larger creatures and predators would eventually come to our cove in search of water - any of these creatures may have been involved with the demise or consumption of the humans at any time."

She sighs again and switches to send so the others can see just what she means, **If there is a concern, then we should ALL discuss it, instead of tear at each other's throats in panic.**

She's finished. She doesn't know if the youngsters will listen or ignore her. Frankly, she's most used to being ignored. But it seems that perhaps the whole group should get together to talk about what needs to be done, and what preparations may be necessary in the event of "what if." She wrings one last time at the hem of her dress, sets her jaw, and says firmly, "I will organize a group meeting for this evening so that we may ALL discuss, CALMLY what should be done."