Arakiel checks her speeling as she folds a Battered Piece of Paper
There appears to be some writing on the note ...

Come At Once
A

(You finish reading.)

You hand Battered Piece of Paper to Zorro.

You hand Bodice Dagger to Zorro.

Arakiel sighs
.
Zorro suddenly disappears ::between::!
Zorro> Zorro suddenly disappears ::between::!
Zorro> :::BETWEEN!:::
Zorro> You hang, senseless, in the dark nothingness of ::between::... absolute darkness surrounds you, and the profound cold stings you... you wait, and count...
Zorro> Black...
Zorro> Blacker...
Zorro> Blackest...
Zorro> SmithCraft Office
Zorro> A large desk is the most obvious piece of furniture in this room. Several chairs line the wall, as well, a long table where the Smithcraft masters occassionally meet to discuss matters of import.
Zorro> Baskets set into the wall are filled with sweet-smelling herbals.
Zorro> Clinging to a high beam are Blade and Feisty.
Zorro> Evan is here.
Zorro> Obvious exits:
Zorro> Craftmaster's Room Crafter's Lounge Balcony Landing

Zorro> Zorro blinks in from ::between::!

Zorro> You hand Bodice Dagger to Evan.

Zorro> You hand Battered Piece of Paper to Evan.

Zorro> Zorro lands on Evan's desk and gives Evan a familiar dagger and a battered piece of paper

Zorro> Evan looks at Zorro, "And just where is your mistress?" He scowls and rushes off to find a rider.

Zorro> Zorro croons worried with whirling eyes

Zorro> Evan glides silently to the Balcony Landing.

Zorro glides east down the path towards the Hold.

Zorro croons at Evan to hurry, this way.....

Evan notices Zorro and sighs. He frowns and pictures his wife and thinks about needing to find her./

Zorro glides in from the Southern Plateau.

Evan glides silently in from the Southern Plateau.

Some hours later...

Arakiel is standing on a Forest Path not far from Southern Hold.

Forest Path

Evan sees Arakiel and sighs, "Thank Faranth you're still alive. D'thon was pissed off when I talked about timing it down here."

Arakiel looks up, "Evan!" Rushing to him. "D'thon?" She looks around for the big bronze.

Evan shakes his head, "He was off somewhere. I got a rider from his replacement who took off for Ista again.

Arakiel hugs him tightly, burying her head in his neck, feeling hot (feverish) under his touch.

Evan hugs her tightly for a moment then frowns, holding her back a bit, "Are you feeling allright?"

Arakiel nods, "I am now." Moving to look up into his familiar features that haunted her dreams, "My father died. He wanted to see me to make peace."

Evan raises a brow, "Really? That sounds unlike the man you've told me about." He frowns, "Are you sure you're ok?"

Arakiel nods, "I am now that you're here. Let's go home."

Evan looks skeptical but shrugs and turns to walk with her towards the hold

Arakiel linking her arms with his, leaning against him.

Evan glides silently east down the path towards the Hold.

Arakiel goes east along the trail, towards the Hold plateau.

Zorro> Arakiel with swishing of veils, steps east down the path towards the Hold.

Arakiel enters, looking around, "Where's the rider?"

Evan shrugs, "I wasn't sure if you owuld be a day or a week away from the hold. I sent him back."

Arakiel chuckles, turning towards Evan. "Well in that case, Now that I've got you alone....?"

Evan smiles... "Yes?"

Arakiel leans up, tracing a finger on his jawline, "I've missed you."

Evan nods, "And I've missed you."

Arakiel still very pleased to see him, "Still angry with me?"

Evan shakes his head, "I was never angry with you dear... just worried."

Arakiel stepping closer, "So how many apprentices did you skin while I was gone?"

Evan chuckles, "I'm not telling."

Arakiel laughs, then she turns serious, just looking up at him.

Evan grins then scowls as he hugs her, "Love, you're burning up."

Arakiel leans against him, "It's just the climate, love. I'm fine."

Evan shakes his head, "no, it isn't... I think you're ill."

Arakiel sighs as she leans against him, "I just want to go home."

Evan frowns, "Going between could aggravate it dear. We should see a healer."

Arakiel sighs, pressing her forehead into his shoulder. "Could we fly straight?"

Evan snorts, "To Ista? No rider would agree."

Arakiel sighs. "I want to go home. Sleep in my own bed, safe in your arms."

Evan raises a brow, "And get me sick too?"

Arakiel frowns, "I'm not sick."

Evan scowls, "Love, I do not want to see you really sick."

Arakiel frowns back up at him, starting to say something but sighs.

Sometime has past and another rider is sent for.

Ftoranth glides in from above, and lands.
From Ftoranth's neck, Dea calls down, "Heard someone wanted a rider to return to Ista?"

Arakiel starts to say something but is interupted by the blowing of sand and whirling of her veils.

Ftoranth whuffles down at the two standing there, folding his wings. Then he stretches. Turning his eyes to his lifemate, with whirling eyes, curious as to why the lady is wearing veils.

Arakiel nods at Evan, "please I want to go home."

Evan nods and turns to the Rider, "If you would be so kind."

From Ftoranth's neck, Dea offers a hand up. "Sure. Ftor. mind your manners. yes I know she's wearing veils, don't blow them around."

Arakiel clamber up Ftoranth's neck and set yourself between two neckridges.

Dea calls out, "Where am I taking you?"

Evan says, "The smith hall. Thanks."

Dea nods. "hear that Ftor? Let's go."

Ftoranth winks into ::between::!
:::BETWEEN!:::
You hang, senseless, in the dark nothingness of ::between::... absolute darkness surrounds you, and the profound cold stings you... you wait, and count...
Black...
Blacker...
Blackest...
Above Smith Hall

Ftoranth blinks in from ::between::!
Ftoranth bugles to Pintarryth as he sails in, spiralling down

Dea calls out, "here we are. Safe and sound."

Evan smiles, "My thanks." He turns to help Arakiel down.

Arakiel nods to the rider as she swings off. She is shaking and visually pale, more so then usual.

Ftoranth turns to the lady with the veils <lady sick? >

Sudanna walks in.

Arakiel lands off Ftoranth but her legs give out on her and she collapses into a faint.

Evan slides from Ftoranth's neck and lands gently on the ground.

Evan moves over to Arakiel, "Love? Are you ok?"

Arakiel is in a faint, hot to touch for all that she just came through :between:

Ftoranth croons worriedly whuffling at the fallen lady in the veils. Dea slides off her dragon. "need help?"

Arakiel groans softly, her eyes rolled up into her eyelids. She's hot to touch.

From Ftoranth's neck, Dea pushes the worried brown out of the way, "No Ftoranth. You can't help. Healer do you need us?"

Sudanna says, "I need her /carefully/ carried to the infirmary. She shouldn't be jarred or shaken in any way. I am afraid this woman has firehead."

Evan scowls, "She was at Southern... I _told_ her we should see a healer before we came back." He moves to pick his wife up and nods to the doors, "IF you can get the door.

Sudanna says, "I need her /carefully/ carried to the infirmary. She shouldn't be jarred or shaken in any way. I am afraid this woman has firehead. (Repost)"

Sudanna walks to the Smithcraft Hall.

Gathering Hall

Evan glides silently in from the Courtyard.
Arakiel is carried in by Evan.

Smith Infirmary

Evan glides silently in from the Gathering Hall.
Arakiel is carried in by Evan.

Evan sets Arakiel down on a cot. "Did you say Firehead?" He scowls, "When she's well I"ll kill her."

Sudanna is svcanning the supply shelves, pulling down herbs and medicines and finally, a small brown bottle of liquid. "Why wait? Do it now, and end her suffering." Danna isn't amused by him right now. The last time she was here was to help /him/ in a bad fall. He could certainly be more sympathetic. "First.. she will need to keep in complete darkness, with a cool damp cloth on her eyes for at least 2-3 sevendays, possibly longer. Under no circumstances is she to open her eyes. You will need to find someone to sit attendence on her." Busies ehrself making up a pot of tuft grass tea and addinga few drops of 'something' from the brown bottle. "Next, she needs to drink this herbal blend every 4 hours."

Evan shakes his head, "Not worth it... Once she's well."

Evan scowls, "You can be the one to strip her knives from her then. If I did she'll kill me. I"ll sit with her."

Arakiel groans softly, tossing her head, calling for Evan. She feels as if she's on fire.

Evan nods and moves to do as the healer asks.

Arakiel calls for Evan.

Evan smiles, "I'm here love.

Sudanna carefully and gently pours the first dose of medicine down the sick woman's throat.. making sure she drinks, not gags. Nods to Evan to just as gently lower her head down. When he does, she has the first of many cloths for her eyes ready...

Arakiel sighs and is quiet for the moment, accepting the drink. Her hand moves up reaching for something.

Arakiel's hand moves up until she finds Evan's and her fingers curl around his. With a soft sigh she relaxes.

Evan clasps Arakiel's hand and turns to Sudanna, "What else needs to be done?"

Sudanna places the cloth across Arakiel's eyes and smoothes it lightly. In a bre whisper, she explains to evan again.. "This cloth has to be kept damp. For 3-4 sevendays, she /cannot/ open her eyes. She should also be in darkness and silence. Any loud noises will hurt her head. I will leave this pitcher of medicine and see that she gets another cupful in either 4 hours or when she awakes if it is later. Not sooner then four, however. The drink can be served hot or cool. I am leaving 7 more packets of mixed-up herbs here for ehr, and this bottle. Add 10 drops of the fluid to each pitcher you make of the herbs. But a healer should be checking on her each day at least once a day. And for now, she should /not/ be left alone. In about 4 sevendays, she may start to look about a semi-dark room and we will see how she is doing from there." The entire time she is speaking, she is writing all her advice down. "There, this should help.

Jaina moves silently in from the Common Room.

Evan nods, "I'll tell our healers. My thanks."

Arakiel's breathing is slow and steady. her hand curled in Evan's as if the contact is a life line or something.

Darman strides in from the Gathering Hall.

Darman meanders in pondering the sounds that seem unusual at this time of day. "Well.."

Evan looks up and scowls at Darman, "Later..." he comments. Quietly.

Arakiel is resting peacefully using Evan as a pillow, and one hand clasped in Evan's. A damp cloth is pressed on her eyes.

Sudanna eyes the two newcomers and nods to Jaina, recognizing her by sight and knot.. "We should speak outside, if you have a few moments, Jaina."

Darman peers at Evan. "Later? Ah, no. I think now would suffice. I am no mere apprentice you can whisk away at your whim."

Evan _glares_ at Darman. "She has firehead." he almost hisses.

Sudanna glares at the man speaking and whsipers.. "Please keep your voice down. This Lady has firehead and needs complete reat and to be left alone." Oh yes, she can be quite tough for being so smal, especially where her patiants are concerned. And untill she speaks with Jaina, this woman is her patient

Darman peers down at Sudanna. "Is that so?" He says, nary a whisper from him. After all, he doubts the same respect be given to him if roles were reversed. "I harbor no disrespect Evan, this time. Merely an apology to me and my daughter. As for Arakiel, tough break. Maybe she will awaken with enough sense to think before she uses even the threat of violence."

Jaina nods to Sudanna as she moves out from her quarters, "I have some time, Sudanna." she whispers to the other healer, walking towards Sudanna slowly and in a way that says 'lead-on'.

Evan carefully dislodges himself from his wife and moves to darman, pointing out the door, clearly intending to continue the conversation in the hall.

Darman peers once more a the two healers and then nods to Evan and turns to leave.

Darman strides to the Hallway.

Evan follows Darman out

Evan glides silently to the Hallway.

Sudanna continuing her whispers to Jaina.. If evan is taking Darman outside, she will talk in here. "Arakiel has firehead. It seems quite severe. I have made one pitcher of medicine forher.. tuft grass, willowsalic and 10 drops of this 'tincture'. She ahs had one cupful and if she is restless in another 4 she can have more. never less then 4, but otherwise as needed. I have left sevendays worth of packets made up and the bottle as well. Her eye cloth should be kept cool and damp, she needs darkness and to /not/ open her eyes, as I am sure you know. If she refuses to drink, prop her head up and pinch her nose to open her mouth. As always, also forcewater and other mild juices, and clear broths. I will be glad to speak to the kitchen help on my way out. Do you ahve any questions? I did write it all down over there." Gestures to a hide covereed with nest writing by the packets and bottle.

Jaina nods slightly "I see, I think I can handle that. But just in case you could go by the kitchens on the way out, it might prove most helpful with the kitchen staff." she whispers, looking towards Arakiel a momment "Another thing I may do is have someone /quietly/ put heavier drapes up around her cot as the ones we have aren't think at all. That will be okay I assume?" she questions, looking back to Sudanna silently.

Sudanna nods yes... "T will be tough, bucause she needs to be in dark, but kept cool....Mostly the eyes and forehead.

Sudanna says, "And should you need the infirmary for other illnesses, it's best to carefully find the ady anotherspace to rest as she heals that won't be needed."

Jaina nods in agreement "Yes, I've read that." she says quietly, her voice low "If need be she will end up in our living quarters, its fairly quiet and peaceful there. But that is only if it gets to be too loud in here or even too bright." the healer says, thinking a momment. Yes, nice and quiet in there.

Sudanna Nods leaning inwardly to Jaina. "Add the ten drops to the medicine each time you make it up this sevenday... one pitcher a day. But /don't/ question the bottle. If you get asked.. bring it to me. Understand?

Jaina nods "I understand." she says, flashing Sudanna a tiny grin before glancing at the bottle and pitcher a second as if running a quick list through her head, a nod and she turns back to Sudanna for the momment "Alright, I got it." she whispers.

Sudanna says, "I will tell master Rarah what I did, but I'll take any blame as well. Now you stay and attend the patient.. and I will see about special foods"

Jaina nods quickly and then turns and walks over to sit on a stool near the paitent, near Arakiel. She's silent for the momment, but watchful of the woman and of any movements she might make to show that she wants physical human contact...or more precisely someone to hold her hand. Many firehead paitents might want to, she read that somewhere...

*****Meanwhile On the other side of the door:

Evan says, "Now, what did you want Darman?""

Darman turns to Evan frowning. "I want what many here want. An end to the ridiculousness of your approach to human relations. I respect how you run this craft and wish to not make this anything more than a personal dispute. I want an end to the throwing knives. I no longer want them turned over. I do not care if you or your wife carry them. I do not want them within sight of kidlets or thrown in the direction of anyone who is not threatening you in any way. I do not see your title is offensive. If you think it is, then I suggest you resign or officially change your title to something less offensive. And I want apologies. To me for injuring me. To Alyssa for the trauma of having to watch her father get attacked. To the people and families of the craft for your insensitive knife throwing tantrums. And this should include you and Arakiel.

Evan blinks and shakes his head. "That's certianly a nice list. I don't know that I can cater to any of it, but it's a nice list.

Darman raises an eyebrow. "Who says you have to cater to anything? We do the serving around here. You just have to do it. Do it or service is nay to be found. You have to realise that we are not your children. Like I said, I don't want this to go from personal to professional."

Sudanna walks to the Hallway.

Sudanna walks in from the Smith Infirmary.

Sudanna walks to the Kitchen.

Sudanna walks in from the Gathering Hall.

Evan sighs, "Darman... you certianly are not my children. Neither are you my parents or my Master. I am a free man, and I may do as I please. I am sorry if the fact that my title doesn't impress me as much as it does you. I am sorry if my skill with a blade frightens and apalls you. I am sorry that you are so protective of your child that you think seeing a blade thrown will mar her for life. We do not live in a peaceful society. Every day Thread falls and tries to destroy life on Pern. If you find something as minor as my actions that threatening, perhaps you should consider standing outside the next time it falls."

****Back in the Infirmary:

Arakiel sighs and speaks Evan's name again in her sleep.

Sudanna Slides quitely in and nods. The kitchen is alerted, she will be brought various tempting broths for her, sea, chicken, herdbeast a vegetable stock as well. As long as she can sip, she will be fed.

Jaina watches Arakiel silently, her eyes thoughtful as she watches the paitent. Perched on the stool, she can see just about everywhere in her infirmairy from that stool. Yes sir, she has to watch for loud situations that can be quieted almost immediately if tended to in the right way.

Sudanna says, "I go to find Evan... Check her eye and remind her kindly thta she mustn't fight the meds.."

Sudanna walks to the Hallway.

Jaina nods towards Danna and checks the eyecloth, at the momment, it seems cool and damp enough, though she may need to change it later on, sometime soon, but not just yet. Poor woman, firehead is nasty, very nasty.

**Meanwhile returning to Evan and Darman:

Sudanna says, "Masteersmith Evan, could this issue wait? Your lady has been calling for you. And I have also explained the circumstances to Journeywoman Jaina and mad arragenment for the kitches to supply you lady with nourishing broths."

Evan nods to Sudanna and turns to Darman, "We will speak of this later then." He turns and heads to the Infirmary

Darman laughs. "Your title and how it impresses people or myself has no relevance whatsoever. I feel if someone wishes to call you Master or CraftMaster then they shouldn't have to worry about whether or not the knife is going to strike a major blood vessel! If you were not prepared for the title then you should not have accepted the job. We live in a war filled society? When? Yeah, yeah, thread this and thread that. The Riders, bless the Sisters, take care of that. As for a few miscrients, I would hardly call our society anything but peaceful. And I am sorry you draw threats from your title being used. You need to look around or at least have the mindhealers check your brain."

Evan turns to Darman, his face a study in controlled anger. "Very well then. We have a difference of opinion. Congratulations. If you wish to be childish enough to continue to be angered by that fact, please find someone else to whine to."

Evan glides silently to the Smith Infirmary.
Evan glides silently in from the Gathering Hall.

Evan pauses at the door a moment to collect himself before moving to his wife. "I'm here love."

Arakiel sighs as she hears that familiar voice as she slips into dreaming.

Jaina relinquishes the stool she's perched upon and motions the Smith towards the seat, she moves back towards another place to stand, easily being able to watch from there.

Evan takes the opportunity of his wife being asleep to remove all of her weapons. THere are quite a lot for the skimpy dress she normally affects. When he has all of her weapons, including the ones she thought hidden from his knowledge, he sits back down and sighs, "Stubborn, stubborn woman."

Arakiel sleeps on, knowing that she's safe once more. Home. That has a nice sound to it, doesn't it? She's home and Evan is nearby. She can sense it even in her fevered/drugged state.

Jaina allows a small smile to creep onto her face as she lowers the glows around the infirmairy, leaving the glows near the desk and a smaller half-glow near the couple, the healer retreats to the desk and starts to stack skins and papers neatly, while keeping an eye on her paitent.

Sudanna walks in from the Gathering Hall.

Speaking in a very quiet tone Danna asks, "how is she resting at the moment?"

Evan shrugs, "Well it appears... but woe betide us when she finds I have removed her weapons." He nods at a rather large pile near the cot.

Jaina wanders softly over to Danna "She's resting well, not really stirring overmuch and she's pretty quiet." the healer says softly nodding at Danna and glancing at the pile of weapons.

*** So ends Ara's tp part 4 Will she recover? Will Evan remain sane? Stay tune for more of As the Smith Hall Turns ***