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You enter the woodsmith's tent. 

Kirany peers up at the display, standing on her tip-toes. "Oh, there's 
  ones with Smalls on them! Or maybe they're not, maybe they're grown-up 
  firelizards." She plants a kiss on the blue's head again. "Not like 
  you." 

Ursa wanders in, having finished chatting with a friend from Benden. 
  "Find anything?" she calls to Fiona as she strolls in. 

Pagel grins. "I am too, generally. I've been in here, looking for ideas 
  many times. I think we do have some in a bin in the back, but if you 
  want something in particular, we could have it made." 

Fiona waves Ursa over to the button display, "Just look at all these!" 
  She turns back to flipping through the choices, "I think I'll be back 
  here often once my customers see these." 

Woodsmith tent 

This is a large, airy tent well lit by glows in special lanterns. 
  Cabinets and tables hold various items for sale. Boxes of every shape 
  and size are on display, with other 'curiousities'. Various 'goblets' 
  are also scattered throughout the tent, displayed to their best 
  advantage. A section of one tent wall is hung with strings 
  of 'buttons' 
Contents: 
So many buttons! No doubt the product of classes in detail carving, they 
  are arranged in sets, carefully tied on string to keep them sorted. 
  The 'firelizard buttons' and 'shipfish buttons' are so cute they can't 
  help but catch your eye. The 'flower buttons' and 'fellis leaf 
  buttons' are more sedate. There are also set of buttons with the 
  device of most of the larger Holds and Halls. If you don't see the 
  device you are looking for, just ask someone. You may be able to find 
  them in the small chest of loose buttons they keep in the back. 

Kirany asks idly, her finger stuck thoughtfully in her mouth, "Whozer 
  customers?" 

Ursa blinks and looks at all the buttons. "Wow." she leans over to look 
  some more, then elaborates, "Wow." 

Fiona hrms as she admires one with roses carved on the top, "My 
  customers? Well, I've lots of them. I'm a weaver, y'see." She points 
  to her knot to prove it. 

Kirany looks surprisedly up at Fiona. "Oh! So you.. weave. Maybe you 
  made this?" She proudly shows off her ... well, rather threadbare, 
  dirty and old looking tunic. "It's nice. Was my brothers." 

Ursa finds herself fingering some buttons, not very fancy buttons, but a 
  lovely grain of wood. "These are nice..." 

Fiona turns to examine the tunic, then hides a smile, "Uhm... actually, 
  I do more spinning that weaving." She doesn't add that the tunic looks 
  as though it was made before she was born. "It's very nice indeed." 

Pagel grins, but feels sorry for whoever else fascinates Kirany. 

Pagel says "Um, if there are any buttons that you might be looking for, 
  there is a small chest in back I could get." 

Kirany beams at the weaver. "Thanks! It's my favorite." Never mind that 
  she only has three to start with. If this is her favorite, who *knows* 
  what the others look like. "There's more buttons?" Her question echos 
  Pagel. "Neat." 

Ursa fingers the simple ones again, turning to Fiona, "Would I be silly 
  to buy these now in case I ever get soemthing nice enough to sew 'em 
  on to?" 

Pagel nods. Let me go back and get the chest." 

Fiona turns abruptly to Pagel, giving him an apologetic smile, "Sorry, I 
  get easily distracted sometime. Yes, I'm looking for ones with craft 
  symbols on them. Like the beasthall for one." She shakes her head at 
  Ursa, "Not at all. I might even make you something up just for hauling 
  me around Pern and saving me from those butons I found in that tunnel." 

Pagel walks over to the back of the tent, and pulls out a chest full of 
  buttons, of various shapes and sizeds. 

Kirany pipes up, "Tunnels are fun. I made a Fort in a tunnel once." She 
  joins Pagel at the back as he brings out a chest. "Wow. Wow. I've 
  never seen so many." 

Pagel says "Well, let's see, I think there might be one in here..." He 
  rummages around, looking rather sheepish. "I'm actually kinda new 
  here." 

Pagel says "Um, if we don't have one, I could probably carve one up for 
  you." 

Fiona beams a smile at Pagel, "You're doing quite well helping us out, 
  and that would be wonderful. To carve them up special, I mean." 

Kirany peers over at the rack of firelizard buttons. "Hrm. I wunner if 
  my da' would get me a button." She sighs, and fingers the firelizard 
  she's holding, giving him a fond little smile. "Nah. We don'ts have 
  lots of credits anyway, and now I have a *real* small!" Her gaze 
  lingers on the buttons, and she takes a seat on the floor of the tent 
  to watch. 

Pagel grins happily. "Thanks! I can really start work on them right 
  away." 

Ursa smiles slowly at Fiona's off-hand comment about making her 
  soemthing. "S'long as it's not something I'll trip over." And she 
  turns her attention back to the buttons, counting out an appropriate 
  number. 

Pagel suddenly thinks of something. "Um, I suppose I better ask how many 
  you need, and what size." 

Kirany leans back against a tent-post, gently rubbing the firelizard's 
  hide as she watches the grownups talking. "Hrm. I still have to name 
  this little guy," she says musingly to herself. "I wunner when he'll 
  grow big enough to fly." 

Fiona grins at Pagel, "Hmm, yes. Good thing you remembered cause I'd 
  have clean forgot." She whips a list from her pocket. "I have 
  measurements here. Uhm... Six for the front of the shirt, plus two 
  extra forthe cuffs. Standard sized, I guess." 

Kirany comments innocently, "Heavy shirt." 

Pagel nods. "Ok. So eight buttons of about average size, with the 
  beasthold mark on them." 

Ursa scoops up her buttons, wandering over to Fiona. "So you're doing 
  this rather than onyx buttons?" 

Pagel asks, "Do you have any preference of wood?" 

Kirany gives Ursa a vaguely envious, yet more curious look. That lady 
  must be *rich* to afford a handful of buttons. 

Fiona grins at the girl, "You think? The silly man wanted onyx buttons 
  on it originally, but I think this will look better." She nods to 
  Pagel, "That's right, but the two cuff ones would be much smaller." 
  Turning to Ursa, she continues, "Well, maybe I'll get those too, but 
  this seems so much neater." 

Fiona gives Pagel a blank look. "Type of wood? I really have no idea. 
  Something that'll look nice with black?" 

Pagel grins. "Ok, a dark wood then." 

Kirany comments vagely, "Or a reddish one. Red looks good with black. 
  Not so brown though, or it'll blend in." She just keeps her eyes on 
  her firelizard as she talks, rubbing a dry spot on its head. 

Fiona nods, "I'll leave that to your expertise." Looking over at Ursa, 
  she asks, "Found some you like?" 

Ursa nods, opening her fist to show a lil collection. "They're real 
  simple, but I like the grain..." 

Pagel looks at Kirany. "Hm. I didn't think of that..." 

Fiona glances curiously at Kirany, noting her comments, "You seem to 
  have good opinions on color. Are you apprenticed yet?" 

Peering out from behind a mop of unruly brown hair, this young girl 
  seems fairly attractive, when her locks aren't completely obscuring 
  her features. Standing at only around 4'5, she certainly isn't much to 
  comment on, her slight stature making her easily missed. Her grey-blue 
  eyes are constantly moving, watchfully scanning her surroundings in 
  what some might call a nervous manner, and overall she seems a quiet 
  sort. She looks to be around 10 or 11 turns old. Kira wears a dark 
  pair of wherhide pants, though the knees are so worn out they look 
  ready to give at any moment. A soft green tunic tops the outfit, 
  falling loosely down her slender arms. It too looks worse for wear, 
  but she doesn't seem to notice the frayed seams. 

Kirany nods emphatically at Pagel. "Depends on the guy, I guess. Where's 
  this guy from? Maybe something whiteish, with a trim around..." She 
  blinks at Fiona's question, her hair whipping around as she shakes her 
  head emphatically. "Me? Noooo. I came here with m'da." 

Fiona forgets about buttons for a moment as she gives the girl an 
  apraising look, "Well now. Who's your da?" She gets that recruiting 
  look about her. 

Kirany adds informatively, "I'm only ten." She pauses, then adds 
  meaningfully, "Almost eleven, though. That's older." She gives Fiona 
  an odd look, pursing her lips. "He's Kirek. He's around here 
  somewhere." She sighs, waving a hand vaguely. "Somewhere talking to 
  some Master Wood..personthing." 

Fiona nods thoughtfully and says almost to herself, "That's a little 
  young, but there's enough fosterlings at the Hall..." Raising her 
  voice a bit, she goes on, "Well, if you think you'd be interested and 
  your da would let you, I think you should consider apprenticing at the 
  weaverhall. It's a loways away, though, I'm afraid." 

Kirany bites her lip, lookin uncertain. "Where is it? I've never been 
  farther than this. My da said though that now I'm old enough to come 
  with him on his little trips here. What do apprentices do there?" 

Kirany as usual, comes up with a handful of questions. 

Fiona settles into answering mode. She's used to this by now, "The 
  weaverhall is in South Boll where it's nice and warm, and weavers do 
  all sorts of fun things with dyes and making clothes and stuff." 

Kirany wrinkles her nose. "Like.... *sewing*?" 

Ursa winds up taptapping her foot. "You gonna go through all that 
  again?" she drawls. 

Pagel looks to Ursa. "If you want, I can help you with the buttons that 
  you're interested in while our young friend is drafted" 

Fiona nods, "Well, that's one thing we do, yes." She glances over at 
  Ursa, then sighs, "You're right, I won't bore you." Turning back to 
  Kirany, she says, "I have to go, but if you're interested, just talk 
  to the watchdragon at whatever hold or hall you're at and they can get 
  a message to the weaverhall." She pauses, "er, or have your father do it." 

Ursa nods to Pagel, opening her fist again, "How much for these?" 

Pagel looks down. "The price is generally 1/4th mark per button." 

Ursa reaches for her bag, then curses softly, "Shells, left it out 
  there... Didn't expect to be spending tonight." 

Fiona turns to Ursa while the girl thinks her offer over, "Need me to go 
  get it?" She heads out without waiting for an answer. 

Fiona leaves the tent, the doorflap falling closed behind them. 

Spineth> Fiona enters from the Woodsmith's tent. 
Spineth> Fiona has arrived. 

Pagel looks down at Kirany, a thought occuring to him. "Do you have any 
  ointment for your little fellow there when he starts to molt?" 

Kirany gives Pagel a blank look. "Ointment?" 

Pagel says "Yeah, to rub on his hide. See, they outgrow thier skins, and 
  that's kinda painful. The ointment helps." 

Kirany scratches at another dry-looking spot on her little blue. "Um. He 
  is looking a little itchy. What do I put on him?" 

Spineth> Fiona heads for the dragon, giving him a warning, "Hullo 
  Spineth. Ursa wants me to get her money ouch for her." 

Ursa taps her toe again absently while waiting for Fiona, recounting her 
  buttons. 

Pagel scratches his head. "Well, I've got some in my room I can loan 
  you. I'll just have Mephist fly out and get it." 

Kirany giggles softly, but the sound is coloured by her concern for the 
  little fellow. "Oh. Kinda like me when I was five. Nothing fitted 
  anymore." She frowns, looking closely at the firelizard's hide. "Do 
  you have some... ointment?" 

Spineth> Spineth regards Fiona with calm eyes, ducking down helpfully. 

Mephist preens quickly, then flits off to get some ointment. 

Spineth> Malia watches idle, scritching the bronze firelizard that has 
  landed on her shoulder. 

Mephist leaves the tent, the doorflap falling closed behind them. 

Spineth> Fiona climbs halfway up the side, clinging to the straps 
  precariously as she digs around in a pack for the pouch. 

Ursa's toe stops tapping as she stares unseeingly off at a far wall. 

Kirany glances up at the brownrider curiously, then giggles and mutters 
  to herself. "Looks like sh's fallen asleep standing up..." 

Pagel is starting to wonder about where Fiona walked off to. 

Mephist enters the tent from without. 

Spineth> Spineth turns his overlarge head around to regard the weaver 
  curiously, his sudden movement causing the straps to tug awkwardly 
  upwards. 

Mephist is carrying a small vial of ointment in his claws, which he 
  deposits in Pagel's hand before returning to his shoulder. 

Ursa half hears the comment about herself and laughs, a very foolish 
  look on her face. "Oh dear." She shifts the buttons from hand to hand. 

Mephist leaves the tent, the doorflap falling closed behind them. 

Pagel smiles as Mephist flies over and lands on his shoulder. 

Spineth> Fiona stretches out to reach the bag just dangling out of 
  reach. As Spineth moves, her foot slips in it's spot in the harness 
  and she goes tumbling to the ground. Landing with a loud *thud* she 
  gazes up in surprise at the stars, trying to suck air back into her lungs. 

Pagel looks at the bottle in his hand. "Hm. Why am I not surprised he 
  grabbed the one he doesn't like." 

Ursa suddenly drops the buttons, the lil things landing with a clatter 
  on the ground. "Shells!" she curses and dashes out. 

You leave the tent, and the warm scent of wood. 

Malia jumps forward, rushing to the young woman's side and dropping to 
  her knees beside her "Are you ok?" she asks anxiously. 

Ursa dashes out. "Hey! You ok?" she echoes. 

Kirany enters from the Woodsmith's tent. 

Spineth rumbles quietly, his head resting on the ground to regard the 
  weaver with concern. 

Pagel enters from the Woodsmith's tent. 

Fiona gasps several times, managing to get out an "Urk" in response. She 
  tries to sit up, but falls back. After a moment, she says, "Wow. That 
  was a long way up." 

Spineth> Vidarth senses that Spineth 's voice is faint with distance. 
  <> It is obvious from his calm tone that 
  his Rider isn't hurt. 

Pagel's jaw drops open, and he looks rather like a fish caught out of 
  water. 

Kirany comes barreling out of the tent, glee on her face as she chases 
  after the rider in search of adventure. As she sees the weaver though, 
  she stops dead in her tracks. "Oh. You okay?" She cocks her head to 
  one side, hair flopping in front of her face as she fixes a concerned 
  look on Fiona. 

Malia looks over the weaver and asks "Does it hurt anywhere?" 

Ursa kneels by her friend, "Yeah it's a long ways. Are you hurt? Can you 
  get up?" 

Fiona tries that sitting up thing again, this time managing to move 
  mostly upright against Spineth's leg. Drawing in several deep breaths, 
  she nods slowly, "I think I just got the wind knocked out of me. Give 
  me a hand up, Ursa?" 

Kirany takes a few tentative steps forward, not wanting to get in the 
  way. "Um," she says giftedly, shifting feet. "Should I run and get 
  help?" 

Dragon> Vidarth bespoke Spineth with << What sort of trouble, Spineth? 
  >> 

Malia sits back on her heels watching with concern. 

Ursa immediately offers the hand. "You sure you're okay?" 

Spineth> I bespoke Vidarth with << Her friend is hurt. She can't stand. 
  >> 

Fiona takes Ursa's arm and swings herself up. With a cry of pain, she 
  keeps going and lands on he rrear again. This time more slowly. "Maybe 
  not. I think I hurt my ankle." Looking at her leg and the funny way 
  it's bent, she gasps, "Yup. Defnitly." 

Pagel shakes his head. He's seen animals with legs like that, but it 
  looks even worse on a human. 

Kirany pales at the look of Fiona's leg. It's just not supposed to 
  *bend* that way. "Um. Oh. Do you need a Healer? Is there a Healer?" 
  She looks questioning at the nice lady she talked to before, Malia. "I 
  can run and get one... if I know where." 

Malia lifts her hands helplessly "We don't have a healer here" she says 
  quietly... 

Ursa yelps. "Oh, shells. Hang on. Don't stand up again." Like Fiona 
  would... 

Dragon> Vidarth bespoke Spineth with << My rider says we come. Where are 
  you? >> 

Spineth> Vidarth senses that Spineth sends a clear mental image of the 
  woodcraft Hall. 

Fiona sits quietly, taking shallow breaths now that she's aware of that 
  nice lil pain in her leg. "Don't worry, I"m not moving." Looking up at 
  the others, she takes in Malia's knot and groans softly in 
  embarrassment. She echos Ursa, "Oh shells..." 

Kirany bites her lip, apparently not knowing what else to do. She moves 
  closer to the Weaver, sitting gingerly down beside her. Her voice is a 
  whisper, as though Fiona were something so delicate she might break if 
  she spoke at a normal level. "Does it hurt much?" 

Ursa turns to the CraftMaster, saying,a lil shyly, "Some one's on his 
  way..." 

Malia looks in some surprise at the rider, but then nods with a faint 
  smile. 

Dragon> Vidarth bespoke Spineth with << How serious does your rider say 
  her injury is? >> 

Fiona manages a smile for Kirany's benefit, "Naw, it's not so bad." She 
  bites her lip, though, unable to say much more. 

Spineth> I bespoke Vidarth with << Her leg is.. wrong. >> 
Spineth> I bespoke Vidarth with << My Rider says its broken. >> 

Vidarth wings down from above. 

R'val slides down from Vidarth's back and lands in a crouch. 
R'val jumps to his feet, frowning worriedly, "Ursa?" 

Pagel lo 

Ursa looks utterly relieved. "R'val! It's Fiona..." 

Pagel looks confused. He doesn't even know where some numbweed might be. 

R'val moves forward to Ursa, "What is it? Spineth said your friend is 
  hurt?" 

Fiona gives R'val a lil wave from her spot propped against Spineth, her 
  face pale in the moonlight. 

R'val kneels at Fioana's side and touches her shoulder, "Fiona? Tell me 
  what happened.' 

Ursa nods quickly,g esturing to Fiona again. "Aye... I didn't know what 
  to do... Sorry..." her words are sorta tumbling out, "I knew you could 
  help her..." 

R'val smiles at Ursa calmingly, "Don't worry. I know what to do, I 
  brought my supplies and such..." 

Spineth rumbles at Fiona, regarding her mournfully with those huge eyes 
  of his, his chin resting on the ground. 

Fiona points to her funnily bent right leg and says simply, "It hurts." 

R'val frowns, and feels at the leg gently, probingly, "Tell me when it 
  hurts.' 

Ursa leans against Spineth, arms crossed over her chest. She is doing 
  her best to look calm, but she nibbles nervously on her lip, the 
  gesture betraying her facade. 

Fiona sucks in her breath as his hand touches her boot. She waves 
  vaguely, "Somewhere under there." 

Kirany pouts at the unfamiliar rider, "It' hurts when you touch it, 
  silly! Anyone can see that. It's all bent wrong!" 

R'val nods to Kirany patiently and smiles< "But I need to nknow where. 
  And now I do.' He turns back to Fiona and smiles comfortingly, "Ok. I 
  think it's broken. WE'll have to get this boot off you to set it." 

Fiona gives him a wide eyed look and babbles, "But these are my best 
  purple boots, and how are you going to get it off without killing me 
  or ruining them?" She slides away just a bit. 

Ursa's toe starts tapping nervously but she stills it. Calm. She says 
  hoarsely, "Tell me how I can help." 

R'val smiles at Ursa, 'You can get my satchel, over there, on 
  Vidarth..and remove some wooden splints. WE'll have to splint the 
  leg." He turns back to Fiona and replies, "Very, very carefully. Do as 
  I say please, and stay still..." 

Fiona nods, though she continues babbling, "Alright. But you aren't 
  going to slap me are you? Tiss got bit by a crawly thing once and 
  Laywne had to slap me cause I couldn't shut up cause I was scared. 
  Sorta like now.." she pauses to take a breath. 

R'val grips Fiona's chin gently and smiles, leaning close, murmuring, 
  'Hush, Fiona. I won't slap you, but I will have to snap the bone into 
  place, and taht's going to hurt. YOu'll have to hold still, and be 
  brave for me." 

Ursa dashes to Vidarth, her sudden movement a sharp contrast and a 
  graverelief after her calm unmoving. Returning with the pack and what 
  she hopes are the right splints, she sits down to talk to Fiona 
  quietly. 

Fiona's eyes go wider at the word 'snap' though her eyes never leave 
  his. Her words taper off to a trickle, though she moans, "/Why/ 
  couldn't this have happened when there was that green stuff handy? I'd 
  never have even felt it." 

Kirany pipes up, "C'n I fetch something? Like..." Her eyes trail over 
  the Weaver, "Green stuff, or something?" 

R'val looks Fiona in the eye bluntly, "Do you drink?" 

Rullem walks in from the main hall. 

Ursa rolls her eyes, "Does she drink? The woman climbs up and down 
  Spineth, sloshed out of her mind, nightly, then the one night she's 
  stone cold sober.... this." 

Fiona blinks at R'val and even manages to blush, "Uhm.. sortof. Just 
  recently." She says absently to Kirany, "I don't think they have green 
  stuff here, hon." 

R'val says, "Get her some alcohol then. It'll dullthe pain. Ursa, could 
  you hold her still for me?" 

Ursa turns to Kirany, "Anything you could fetch might help. Brandy?" She 
  moves hesitantly towards Fiona. "Hold her???" 

Kirany nods obediantly to the dragonrider, handing the hatchling off to 
  Buttons before she pelts off at full speed. 

Rullem blinksblinks at all the commotion... "What is going on?" 

R'val nods, "Hold her by the shoulder. Fiona, hold onto Ursa, you're 
  gonna feel this." He smiles at her comfortingly, and slowly slides off 
  her boot. 

Pagel looks over at Rullem, balancing two hatchlings and a jar of 
  ointment. "Um, Fiona broke her ankle." 

Rullem walks over to the apprentice and frowns, "HOw the heck did that 
  happen, apprentice?" 

Fiona Heys!! at R'val, "What about that drink, -first-??" She grabs 
  Ursa's arm. Hard. 

R'val releases the boot and frowns, "Hmm, that hurts? Might be a 
  compound fracture, then." He calls out, "Booze, and quickly!" 

Ursa does as instructed, awkwardly. "Like this?" she squawks. 

Pagel visible shrinks. "Um, I don't know. I was in the tent... and... 
  um.." 

R'val nods, "Perfect Ursa. Now wait a moment." 

Pagel looks around for any booze, but has none. 

Rullem stands back and watches with some curiousity and a lot of 
  confusion, nodding to Pagel's reply. 
Rullem mutters to Pagel, "... did... going... in helping..." 

Fiona takes a slow breath, letting it out with a sigh. She tries to peer 
  past everyone to see if the girlis headed back, yet. 

Someone hurries forward, and hands the rider a flask of brandy. R'val 
  thanks the man, and turns to Fiona, popping the cork, "Drink. 
  Quickly." he says, simply. 

Kirany comes pelting back into view, a bottle in her hand. She skids 
  around the corner, and comes to a halt near the rider-healer. "Is 
  this-*puff*-good? I-*puff*-*wheeze*-went as fast as I could." 

Pagel mutters to Rullem, "Well, I... helping... pick... some... in... 
  out to get... thing... ran... we... here." 

R'val takes the bottle from Kirany with a smile, "Thank you! This'll do 
  nicely." 
R'val hands that one to Fiona too, and winks, "For your trouble." He 
  grins, trying to ease her. 

Ursa starts chattering at Fiona. "You know what we're gonna do, Fi? When 
  you can walk, we'll go to that tannerhall and get you a really great 
  new pair of boots. Journeyman crafted, you know..." 

Rullem shakes his head and sighs, "I see." 

Fiona takes both flask and bottle, giving everyone a look that dares 
  comment. She takes a long drink from the flask and ends up coughing. 
  "Yick. What is that stuff?" 

R'val grins at Fiona amiably, "Strong brandy. Try the other, perhaps?" 

Pagel carefully hands one little blue hatchling back to Kirany. 

Fiona nods, then takes a swig from the bottle as well. She mumbles, 
  "Terribly unladylike, I know," then takes a deep breath. "Okay, I 
  guess I'm ready." She grabs Ursa's arm again. 

Ursa raises her voice, intoning, "We can get you another purple pair, 
  and maybe a blue pair, too, a really dark blue, the colour of that 
  dress you were sewing last sevenday..." 

R'val nods," Hold on, Fiona. This /will/ hurt." he gives Fiona's leg a 
  startlingly fast jerk. 

Pagel is having sympathy pains just watching. 

Ursa keeps chattering to distract her friend, "And we can go get a brand 
  new pair of earrings from that dusty... YOUCH!" 

Rullem acks and grimaces. 

Fiona bites her lip, fingers also biting deep into Ursa's arm. Tears 
  spring to her eyes, though she nods to Ursa's babbling. "That sounds 
  *gasp* like a good idea... Owwwww!" 

Kirany runs to get Fiona some crutches, now that she has no muscle 
  tissue left in that limb whatsoever. ;) 

R'val gestures hastily to Ursa, 'The booze, ursa, quick!" 

R'val nods his satisfaction as he regards Fiona's leg, while touching it 
  gently, "It's straight now. WE need to splint it." he takes the 
  splints Ursa brought out for him and some bandages. 

Rullem pokes Pagel, "Go help the girl. There should be some in the 
  storerooms." 

Ursa recollects her breath, exerting all her effort not to push Fiona's 
  hands off her arm. "Yeah..." she mutters hoarsely, grabbing the bottle 
  for her friend once her arm is finally free. Handing it to her, she 
  finishes. "We'll get some earrings from that dusty miner. Onyx earrings." 

Pagel jumps, rather startled. "Oh, right. Ok." 
Pagel walks off into the main hall to the east. 

Fiona takes another drink from the bottle, wiping tears from her cheeks. 
  She says petulantly, "I don't want onyx earring. That vain herder is 
  the one who likes inyx." With a sigh, she leans back against Spineth's 
  leg again. 

Pagel walks in from the main hall. 
Pagel runs in with a pair of batterd old crutches. 

Izaih walks in from the main hall. 

Rullem nods to Pagel, "Good.." Then he nods to the other apprentice as 
  he arrives. 

Pagel says "Um, will these help?" 

Rullem says "Let us just stay back and let him work. If he needs 
  anything, get it." 

R'val smiles at Pagel and nods, "Yes, keep them nearby. She'll need 'em 
  to walk with after I splin tthe leg.' He puts the two boards on either 
  side of Fiona's leg, after carefully removing her boot. 

Izaih wanders in and wonders what all the fuss is about 

Ursa uhms, then resumes her babbling, "Yeah, okay, we'll get you 
  something real pretty. Not shiney, something smooth,blue, maybe, with 
  coloured veins, you know." 

Fiona nods wearily, taking another drink mostly from habit, "I like 
  blue. It's a pretty color." She peers at R'val as he works, "Isn't 
  your dragon blue?" 

Rullem mutters to Izaih, "This woman has... leg, apprentice..... man is 
  tending... it" 

R'val smiles t Fiona and nods agreeably, gesturing with his head to the 
  dragon behind him, 'Yup, that's my big blue, Vidarth." 

Izaih mutters to Rullem "..how...something...Happen?" 

Rullem mutters to Izaih, "I... wasn't... him..." 
Rullem nods over to Pagel. 

Pagel, noticing the attention, begins shrinking into himself, seeing if 
  he can avoid attention by disapearing. 

Fiona looks past R'val, smiling just a little as whatever she's been 
  drinking starts to kick in. "Oh. He's pretty." She winces as her leg 
  is jarred again, then says shortly to the muttering woodcrafters, "I 
  fell of the dragon, alright? It can happen." Even if you'd have to be 
  an idiot to do it. 

Izaih nods to Rul then mutters to Pagel, "How....this happen?" 

Rullem nods to the woman, "Yes, ma'am." 

Pagel mutters to Izaih, "Um, well,... too long... I... see... so I'm 
  not... sure." 

Rullem makes a gesture for he and his fellows to quit whispering. 

R'val straightens, "Coudl I have those crutches? Fiona, your leg's been 
  set. Just stay off it for a few weeks, and see your local healer 
  regularily.' 

Izaih looks to Rul and shushes, wondering if there is anything he could 
  do to help 

Pagel quickly dashes forward, eger to be of help, with the crutches. 

Ursa uhms, "R'val?" Then tries again, "Uhm R'val? Can she go between?" 

Fiona blinks at R'val in surprise, "That's it?" She looks at the 
  crutchs, "But, how am I supposed to get home on those?" 

R'val takes the crutches, and slips them up to Fiona with a smile, "Try 
  to stand on this. Yes, Ursa, she can...just have her be real careful 
  dismounting.' He grins, "You'll have to be moved onto the dragon very 
  carefully, I'd say.' 

Rullem nods approval to Pagel as he moves to be of help and glances back 
  at the Hall a little and frowns at the other apprentices gawking from 
  the doors. 

Ursa looks up at Spineth's back. "Oh, shells. How'm I gonna get her up 
  tonight?" 

Fiona looks at those wooden sticks with an expression of extreme doubt. 
  "If you say so." Propping both her bottle and the flask carefully at 
  once side, she attempts to hand walk her way up one crutch, keeping 
  the weight off her splinted foot. 

Pagel looks up at Spineth nervously. "Um, well, if you need a hand..." 

R'val stands nearby, and watches Fiona carefully as she stands. 

Kirany suddenly seems to realize there are two very *huge* dragons 
  nearby, and she shies back behind Pagel. 

Rullem hmms and watches, rather nervously. 

Fiona reaches an upright position, but then turns to look upward at 
  Spineth. "Oh my..." Shaking her head, she asks, "Uhm, how?" 

Pagel starts at the sudden presence of Kirany behind him. 

R'val Hrms, "I have it. One dragon can lift her onto the back of the 
  other." 

Kirany is beginning to look tired too, and she leans heavily on Pagel. 
  "Buttons... I have'ta find my Da soon..." She keeps a half-lidded, 
  wary eye on the dragons as she talks. 

Fiona gives R'val a rather puzzled look, "Uhm, how?" 

Pagel looks around. "Um, I probably better help her find her dad. If you 
  don't need anything else..." 

Rullem looks back to Pagel and then nods, "Go ahead. I'll be here if 
  there is anything we can do." 

R'val smiles, "With his paws, of course, Fiona." 

Pagel grins gratefully at Rullem, then takes Kirany's hand. "Come on, 
  we'd best find your dad. He's probably worried. 

Fiona's look turns from puzzled to woried. "Can they do that? I mean, I 
  thought dragons only picked up their dinners that way." 

Pagel walks off into the main hall to the east. 

Kirany snorts softly, placing her small hand in Pagel's. "I'd be 
  surprised if he even noticed I'm gone." 

R'val smiles, "Dragons are intelligent, Fiona. If I tell Vidarth to pick 
  you up carefully and put you Spineth's back, he'll do it, carefully." 

Kirany walks off into the main hall to the east. 

Fiona gives him a doubtful look and turns to peer at both dragons. She 
  comes up with another objection. "You sure he can pick me up okay? I 
  mean, Spineth's bigger and all." 

Ursa looks from R'val to Fiona and back. "Then how do ?I get her down at 
  the Hall?" 

R'val Hrms at Ursa, "Darn. That' a problem. I could come with you and 
  have Vidarth take her off?" 

Rullem says "Perhaps if we put her on a litter we could tie her to the 
  dragon and then lower her down??" 

Fiona beams a smile at Ursa, "I knew there was a reason I kept you 
  around. To remeind us of those obvious things we miss." She looks 
  rather incredulously at Rullem, "You want to -tie- me to the dragon?" 

Rullem umms, "It would make transport easier... you couldn't squirm 
  around or get hurt." 

R'val hrms, "It might help. But she can hold onto the dragon fine once 
  she's on him. MIght not be able to do that if she's tied in a litter.' 

Rullem nods, "Just a thought." 

Ursa suddenly curses. "Shards! What happened to my buttons?" 

R'val blinks, "Buttons?" 

Fiona hophops a little as she bends over to pick up that bottle from 
  earlier. She raises an eyebrow at the word 'squirm' then nods 
  apreciatively when the idea is discarded. Taking a drink, she asks 
  pitifully, "Could we please do something before I fall over? Buttons? 
  You're worried about buttons?" 

Rullem hmms, looking confused. "Buttons? What about them?" 

R'val smiles, "Give Ursa your crutches, will you Fiona? I'll have 
  Vidarth lift you and we can get you home to the Weavercraft." 

Ursa grumbles. "Lost my buttons..." She tests Spineth's straps. "Okay. 
  Then lets just get her up there, K?" 

Rullem shrugs and mumbles something to himself as he steps back, 
  watching the party go. 

Vidarth trundles up behind Fiona, and lowers his head to the ground, 
  watching her carefully. one paw snakes out near her. 

Fiona smiles gratefully at R'val, then hand Ursa the crutches, plus the 
  bottle after one final swig. She gives that paw a worried look, then 
  smiles up at Vidarth, "Uhm, hullo there. Did I mention yet that i 
  really like blue?" 

Vidarth croooooons agreeably down at Fiona and whuffles her 
  affectionately. 

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Spineth> Ursa has arrived. 

Ursa scrambles up, balancing the crutches, ready to help. 

--> Rullem watches with some amazement... 
--> Fiona almost looses her balance from the wuffle and asks R'val, 
  "That was just a good thing, right?" 
--> R'val grins, "Yes. IT means he likes you." 
--> R'val regards his dragon, and his gaze unfocuses. Vidarth rumbles 
  uunderstandingly, and reaches with his paw, engulfing Fiona very 
  carefully. 
--> Fiona takes a deep breath. "Well then. Shall we?" She raises her 
  arms to elt the dragon get a good grip on her. 

Ursa watches, looking rather impressed. 

--> Vidarth lifts Fiona /carefully/ and moves his paw towards Spineth. 

Spineth> Vidarth senses that Spineth rumbles dryly, <> 

Dragon> Spineth senses that Vidarth rumbles agreeably. << No wonder they 
  need us! >> 

--> Fiona grips the talon in front of her rather tightly, looking as if 
  she wishes she'd drunk more than just -one- bottle of wine. 

Ursa reaches out to help settle Fiona between neck ridges soon as she 
  arrives. 

--> Rullem watches with interest. 
--> Vidarth lowers Fiona very carefully right next to Ursa, nearly 
  sitting on Spineth as he gets so close tot he much larger brown. 

Fiona scrambles up to join you on Spineth's back. 

--> R'val calls up, "Fiona, are you ok?" 

Ursa guides Fiona into place with a lot of chattering, "There, no, to 
  the right, no, this s way, here, now, put her down.. yeah..." 

Fiona gives a small shiver, then nods. "As Okay as I can be with a 
  broken leg and I belley full of wine, yeah." She giggles a little at 
  Ursa's direction. "Am I on right?" 

--> R'val uses Vidarth's side straps to mount up agilely, settling onto 
  the little blue's back and straightening, petting his head once as 
  Vidarth thrums excitedly, ready to fly. 
--> From Vidarth's back, R'val calls out, "Ok, we'd best take you home 
  then." 
--> Rullem casts one final look at the bunch and then heads in, waving 
  the other crafters off to their duties as he goes. 
--> Rullem walks off into the main hall to the east. 

Ursa grins, making an overlarge fuss about strapping Fiona in for her. 
  "There. You should be safe now." Then, "Ready?" 
Ursa calls down to any woodcrafters still there, "Thanks fo ryour 
  help!!!!" 

Fiona gives her a big grin, seemingly very happy now that she's settled, 
  "Oh yes. Let's go." 

You rise into the sky. 

Sky above WoodCraftHall 

The winds sweep strongly here, high above the forests of Lemos, bearing 
  with them the pungent scent of conifers. The main hall of the 
  Woodcraft takes pride of place within that velvety green expanse: 
  directly below is the courtyard, while to the south is the lumber yard 
  and to the east and north are the main grounds. Small 
  dots bustle about the Hall, humans going about their daily chores. 

To the east lies the bulk of Lemos Hold. 
Obvious exits: 

Grounds GRoves Courtyard Lumber Yard 

--> Vidarth ascends from the courtyard below. 
--> Spineth disappears into Between. 

Between 

You gasp as the icy black nothingness of Between surrounds you! You hear 
  nothing, see nothing, and feel nothing. The trip takes five 
  heartbeats... 

Black... 
Blacker...
Blackest!

You suddenly emerge... 

Sky Above The Weavercrafthall 

Soft tropical breezes swirl in thermal patterns above the WeaverCraft 
  Hall making it easy to float above the colourful panorama below. That 
  same current plays with the lush tropical trees of the rainforest just 
  beyond the Hall. Directly below you lies the inner courtyard: a 
  colourful patchwork of green and other vivid colours 
  lined by tall palms that sway in the breeze. In the centre, you can 
  just make out a hedge formed in the shape of a spindle. Light reflects 
  off the water in the white fountain placed at the centre of the hedge  
  and gleams on the pure white slate of the WeaverCraft Hall building 
  that surrounds the courtyard on all four sides. To the north lie the 
  great doors of the main entrance to the Hall and in the distance, 
  Southern Boll Hold. Brown pathways lead from the entrance cutting 
  through fields of cotton and beyond to the verdant green of the forest. 
Obvious exits: 

Upper Sky Front Entrance Inner Courtyard 

--> Spineth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air! 

You land in the inner courtyard. 

Inner Courtyard of the WeaverCraftHall(#1085RJ) 

A gentle tropical breeze blows through here, gently shaking the leaves 
  of the palm trees that line the edges of the courtyard. Smaller trees 
  are scattered throughout and provide shade for the weavers who come 
  here to do embroidery or sew. Small patches of lush green grass are 
  interspersed with tiny flowers that grow profusely in a brillant array 
  of colours: red, blue, violet, yellow and many shades in between. They 
  form a random pattern like a crazy quilt. In contrast, the hedge at the 
  centre of the court yard has been pruned and molded into a spindle 
  shape. A white marble fountain lies in the exact centre and the sound of 
  tinkling water drifts gently through the air. 

Beyond the palm trees stretch the inner walls where various archways 
  lead inside the Hall. 
Contents: 
WeaverCraft Tent(#2588JOe$) 
Obvious exits: 

Great Hall Office Hallway Teaching Wing Craft Museum 

--> In the sky above, Vidarth plummets down to land in the inner 
  courtyard. 
--> Vidarth plummets down from the sky above, flaring out his wings to 
  stop before crashing into the ground. 
--> R'val slides down from Vidarth's back and lands in a crouch. 

Fiona sways a little as they descend, holding tight to Ursa's belt in 
  front of her. 

Ursa eyes Fiona carefully, as though she might have shattered between. 
  "You okay?" 

--> R'val hollers, "Ok, Ursa, get off Spineth and I'll have Vidarth take 
  Fiona down." 

Fiona nods to Ursa a little dizzily, "Just peachy." 

Inner Courtyard of the WeaverCraftHall(#1085RJ) 

Vidarth moves carefully behind Spineth, and picks Fiona up in one claw. 

Ursa calls up, "Am I gonna hafta apologize to your CraftMaster or 
  something?" 

Atop Spineth, Fiona eeps as she is snagged. "I don't think so. S'hardly 
  -your- fault I'm an idiot." 

Vidarth lets Fiona go and sits back down ont he floor, whirling his eyes 
  as he watches. 

Fiona does that hophop thing again as she is set down. Giving Vidarth a 
  winning smile she says, "You're truely a dear." 

Ursa supplies the crutches, quickly.