Isolt yelps, and rushes to the door, "We've GOT to catch him! Lydon'll be so angry! Please, "She casts a glance at the other people in the room "We have to catch him! He can't eat anything...Oh, I shouldn't have let him loose...."

Isolt walks to the Outside Door.

Alexas nods slightly to Casiys, then looks outside she also spies the black fluff among the veggies,"Oh my! Lyndon will kill us!"

Alexas walks to the Outside Door.

You go to the Garden.

Garden

As you walk into the garden you are surround by neat rows of herbs growing at different rates. Small wooden trellises hold up vegetables that cannot sustain their own weight. Neat paths, lined with crush stone, have been interspersed between to keep the plants from being trampled on. A small stone bench to the far right provides a place of comfort and rest to those who may wish to rest here amongst the greenery. Surrounding the garden, a low stone fence, providing protection from the smaller animals that have a tendency to pilfer the gardens abundance.

It is a summer noon.

To the east, you see two people.

You see Busta Blues here.

Isolt and Alexas are here.

Obvious exits:
SmithHall Kitchen

Caissa strides in from the Kitchen.

Isolt looks about, and sees the rogue rabbit on the other side of the garden. "The he is!" She points, and jumps over the rows of plants to get to him.

Casiys bounces, purple hair and all, in from the Kitchen.

Busta Blues notices the people in the garden, and watches as his owner comes running towards him, waits 'til she's almost on him, then darts away to the left

Isolt

A willowy girl, tall, slim, and rather pretty. Long, wispy silver-blonde hair reaches down to just past her waist when it is not tied back neatly into a bun, keeping it out of her way. Two big, pale sapphire-blue eyes peer out from under think blonde 'lashes and contain a cheeky, coquettish sparkle. Her pale, heart-shaped face is accented by pale rosy cheeks, and a delicate, small pink mouth.

She wears a neat blue shirt made of cotton, that opens half-way down her chest, exposing her collar bone. On her legs she has a pair of flared black leather trousers, perfect for riding in, and she couples them with a pair of shiny new black leather riding boots with high heels.

Isolt wears a brilliant, ruby red and snowy white knot, with a single twist and a loop, signifying that she is an apprentice at the Smith Hall. She wears it on her left shoulder proudly.

Isolt is 17 Turns, 7 months, and 8 days old.

Alexas tries to run around the other way to head of the rabbit.

Isolt trips, and falls on her face, trying to catch the rabbit, crushing the plants she lands on. "Ow!"

Alexas

Standing roughly around 5'5, Alexas looks at the world through her shattered crystal blue eyes. Lined with thick, dark lashes, her blue eyes play with emotions. Lips of pale rose bloom upon her heart face, her face in turn is surrounded by a thick cloud ofgolden curls, that like small shavings from the bright metal. Her body is lean with muscle, for she knows what hard work is. Her hour glass figure moves gracefully, flowing in fluid motion from one place to the next. That of a hint of light golden color covers her small body, showing that she is out in the sun sometimes.
A light tunic of white covers her lean body, a brown belt at her small waist. light tan pants fit nicely on her long legs, reaching her small boots of deep brown upon her small feet.

Alexas's single twisted red and white shoulder loop shows that she is a Smith Apprentice.

Alexas is 19 Turns, 2 months, and 23 days old.

Casiys

Rather tall for one of his age. Oh it's not overly so, not towering or such, but deffinatly a bit tall. He's also thin, very thin, twig thin, though it hides a lot of power, particularly in legs conditioned from turns and turns of swimming. His hair is...well was, dirty blonde, but is now dyed purple, and half the time glowing a bit as well. It falls down to just past his shoulders, held back in a ponytail by a purple band, fairly invisible against the color of his hair. His eyes are a deep sea blue, or is that a light sea green? Actually, they can be just about any color in that range, relecting colors of the sea depending on how the light catches them, a fairly odd effect...which, along with the purple hair, can make it hard to stay focused during a conversation. The eyes shift, following everything, detail, movement, all, not the slightest thing missed under his gaze.

Casiys is wearing his 'phincraft dive suit. It's almost all blue, but with bands of white down each side. There is a band of purple that runs down his left arm, something he simply couldn't resist having. On the right arm is a small dolphin, carefully put there by Casiys himself. On the back, is a larger dolphin, with a spray of water following it upward, also done by Casiys. Perched on Casiys's shoulder is Tempest. Perched on Casiys's shoulder is Timate. Perched on Casiys's shoulder is Triad. Perched on Casiys's shoulder is Zip.

He is wearing a silver chain bracelet with the Journeyman and Explorer charms.
He is awake, but has been staring off into space for a minute.

Casiys is 24 Turns, 4 months, and 24 days old.

Busta Blues runs over towards the next row of veggies, and stops for a quick nibble.

Busta Blues [rabbit]

Large, fluid klah eyes shine with mischief, and peek from a blue-grey face, tinged around the eyes, muzzle and nose with a darker, smoky grey that looks nearly black. Two long ears flop downwards and nearly touch the floor as he hops about, and are covered in black fur. His powder-puff body is light, steely blue-grey, and is covered in fluffy, long fur, which constantly needs brushing. His four paws look like they've been dipped in an inkpot, and are smeared with dark cromcoal, as is his fluffy ball of a tail. He's rather small for a buck, the runt of his litter, though he could probably outrun them all, easily. His pinky-grey nose twitches in anticipation for mischief, adventure and fun, his three favourite things.

He is 9 months and 10 days old.

Isolt gets up, and rubs a bruised elbow

Caissa wincing slightly at the crushed plants she darts around to the other side trying to circle the rabit, she's been taught how to hunt game, hopefully the same tactics will work with catching a rabit.

Isolt yells "Catch him! Alexas! He's just there!"

Casiys raises an eyebrow, watching chaos for a moment...well he could help perhaps. The bell is set carefully to the side, and he darts in to add his help.

Busta Blues keeps on eye on the people, while eating the leaf in front of him.

Alexas runs after Busta, trying not to scare him, just when she gets to him jumps at him.

Isolt makes a move towards the rabbit, a bit slower this time, and calling his name as she advances.

Busta Blues dashes away again, enjoying the game, and runs between Casiys' legs, and out to the other side of the garden.

Kitchen
A large and airy place to work, this kitchen has been well equipped to handle the needs of the hall beyond. The walls have been painted a pale yellow and are regularly cleaned by the kitchen staff to maintain the clean atmosphere that pervades here. A large hearth covered with flag stone, has a constant pot of Klah brewing for those who like to partake in its refreshing qualities. Steel spigots are carefully shined to a high gleam above the wet sink where drudges constantly bustle back and forth cleaning the vast amount of dishes created with the days meals. Dominating the center of the room is a large table, made from a hardwood, containing the preparations of the next meal to be served. Beautiful carved cabinetry line the far walls near the door to the Garden containing the rich and sometimes rare spices that have been acquired by the Head Cook through a little haggling and barter.
The scent of cooking food fills the air with its heady aroma as the next meal is prepared.
The window looks out over Garden.
Through the open window, you notice that It is a summer noon.
To the west, you see four people.
You see Cooking Hearth here.
Obvious exits:
Outside Door Kitchen Staff Quarters Gathering Hall Store Room

Paric smiles as he walks over to the hearth to grab a pot of klah. Out of the corner of his eye, he catches the motions of several apprentices running about in the cook's garden. Shaking his head he walks out.

Crouching opposite the rabit Caissa holds her ground squating hands open and ready for the catch if the rabit should come near. Seeing it move again she stands up and starts stalking it through the garden.

Isolt makes a muffled comment, and then shouts "Look out!" to Casiys, as the rabbit streaks under him

Busta Blues stops, panting, to watch the people about him.

Casiys crouches as it comes at him to make a grab, and compleatly misses of course. A roll of the eyes as he spins about and darts towards the rabbit again during it's moment of rest.

Alexas stops for a moment, then picks a large finger root to lure the rabbit. Walking slowly towards him she holds the root level to him hoping to not scare him away.
Isolt looks up, and sees Paric walk in. "Uh-oh..." She looks about for Busta, and notices the crushed row of plants that she fell on.

You notice Caissa looking at you.

Busta Blues sees the fingerroot, and is enticed slightly by it, but not enough to make a move towards it.

Alexas keeps creeping towards him, the root gently in her hands...just alittle further....

Isolt sees an opportunity to catch the rabbit, and tries to sneak up behind him to catch him...

Busta Blues bolts, and dodges Alexas and Isolt, running down the aisles of plants.

Paric rubs his chin upon noticing the spectacle of apprentices tromping through the cook's garden, then shakes his head. He begins to chuckle as he notices what they are chasing, a small rabbit. "I hope you don't chase him too much!" he exclaims, "I don't think Lyndon would appreciate a tough rabbit!"

Isolt lunges just as Busta bolts, and crashes into Alexas.

Caissa giving a quick nod to the smith craftsecond and a brief "sir" she continues to stalk after the rabbit. An odd site for a guardswoman to be stalking a little rabit.

Isolt doesn't hear Paric, and yelps as she falls onto the floor again. She lets out a groan as her hair gets stuck in a plant, and tries to untangle it while watching the rabbit nibble the plants again. "I bet he's enjoying this..."She frowns up at Alexas

Alexas falls down to the ground, landing on some plants with a thud. "ouch!" Getting up quickly she brushes off then starts to chase the rabbit again.

Busta Blues rests briefly, and shakes his head, thumping the ground. Great fun this....

Paric chuckles and walks over to the bench. He sits down and pours himself a mug of klah and begins to sip it as the apprentices continue their attempts, poor as they may be, of catching a rabbit that apparently doens't want to be caught.

Caissa

Tall yet somewhere in the past turns this young woman's figure has filled out and become something other than an eyesore to look upon. Yet even with this decent cut figure she leaves her mouse brown hair cut almost boyish in a short bowl cut around her head. Her brown eyes complement the mouse brown hair well, and together they bring out the few freckles hidden upon her face. Marring her Istan taned skin in numerous places are various scars of different shapes and sizes, but most pale and untanned.

Caissa is dressed in a simple but eye-catching uniform. An almost blindingly bright orange silk shirt with short sleeves is held against her chest by a skin-tight wherhide jerkin dyed a deep black. The hide is supple, and set with a series of overlapping metal discs to hinder an attacker's blade. Each arm has a similarly tight band of black wherhide ending at the elbow. The left one bears the mark of the guard's rank, the right the crest of Ista hold, pierced by a sword. The Jerkin ends where a pair of tight black wherehide pants begin, flowing down her legs, the inner cuffs tucked into similarly black wherhide boots that appear of a sturdy construction. A wherhide belt, again black, wraps tightly around the waist guard's waist, bearing the sheaths and scabbards of her weapons. The uniform is completed by a pair of softened wherhide gloves usually kept tucked into the belt at the lower back. Hanging from her hip in a sheath is a lethal looking sword. Straped around Caissa's waist is a belt with an attched knife and pouch. Perched on Caissa's shoulder is Chari Ris. Perched on Caissa's shoulder is Divum.
Around Caissa's neck is an impressive necklace of claws.

Caissa wears the knot of a Guard Guardsman.

Caissa is 19 Turns, 9 months, and 1 day old.

Casiys hmms quietly, pausing in the darting about "Perhaps if we went after it a bit more calmly? Don't think all this running about is helping."

Isolt gets up, and groans as she tries to run down towards the rabbit. She stops, and looks to Casiys. "Maybe...."But she still walks towards Busta, crouched over, and clicking her tongue. "Come on Busta...Come here...."

Alexas sees the rabbit stop, tehn crouches down slowly to crawl on hands and knees, one hand holding out the finer root of before,"Doesnt' this look good? I know you want it...." she says softly.

Paric chuckles and shakes his head at the antics before him.

Caissa crouching a bit lower she breaks off a piece of the leaf the rabbit had been eating before and slowly crouchsteps towards the rabbit. "Here little one doesn't this nice yummy leaf look good?"

Busta Blues thumps again, and decides that Isolt and Alexas are a bit too close, and he jumps sideways, twisting in the air as he runs beween them, avoiding Isolt's outstrectched hand and Alexas' fingerroot.

Alexas sits down for a moment, then looks up at Isolt,"Hey, what about that biscuit you got for him?"

Busta Blues comes to a stop in the corner ot the garden, and settle himself to eat the closest plant to him. They're far enough away now...

Casiys rolls his eyes as he glances after, sitting down then and there "Were /never/ gonna catch 'em."

Caissa ohhs quietly "If we surround him and sneak up on him one of us should be able to grab him."

Isolt grins. "Oh yeah!" She stands up, and rummages in her pocket, and pulls out a handful of crumbs. "Oh, I must've crushed it when I fell down..." So much for that idea...

Isolt grins at Caissa. "That's a good idea, everyone make a line, and we'll advance together, and grab at him if he tries to bolt, OK?"

Casiys slips to his feet, alright alright, one more time. He slips into place next to Isolt.

Caissa nodding she heads towards the edge of the line. thinking quickly she takes a pice of cloth out of the rucksack on her back and spreads it out in her hands in front of her.

Busta Blues watches the people curiously, and his gaze falls on the one sitting on the bench, watching. Why does everyone want to catch him anyway? He's just having a quick snack....

Alexas looks around at them, then stands up,"maybe we could use a bag too...to keep him from going between our legs?

Cera gracefully moves in from the Kitchen.

Isolt nods to Alexas. "Do you have one on you?"

Cera smiles as she walks in, "Hello...My there seems to be a lot of people here.."

Paric takes another sip from his mug watching the escapades unfold. "Ah...if only Lyndon were here to see this," he muses outloud. "Ah Cera...come sit. Just watching them attempt to catch the rabbit that invaded Lyndon's garden."

Alexas looks to Caissa,"She has one....good thinking...are we ready?"

Up on the Watchrider's Ledge, D'thon peers curiously down at the activity in the usually-peaceful garden.

Isolt takes off her rucksack, and hands it to Alexas. "Here, you take that one, too. "She looks at the line, and smiles, looking at the black bunny in the corner. "Ready?"

Cera chuckles, "Ahhh..." and sits down on the bench near Paric, "I don't think that Lyndon will be to happy about that will he..."

Alexas takes the sack, holding it down,"Ready!"

Paric grins, "I'm betting on the rabbit, personnally."

Busta Blues thumps, as he see the line of people blocking his way.

Cera grins, "I think that you are right about that..." she says turning to Paric and snickering a bit.

Isolt grins, the rabbit's gonna be caught this time. "Ok then! Let's get him!!" She starts forward, and keeps her eyes fixed on the rabbit, not looking at the floor.

Alexas moves in line with everyone else, her eys intently on the target.

Casiys slips after, just following the line for now, the things one goes through just trying to drop off a bell with a crack in it. Dolphincraft life isn't all it's cracked up to be.

Paric laughs and nods, then turns to watch the antics continue. "Oh...it looks like the rabbit will have to really work to get out of this one!" he tells Cera with a grin.

Caissa moving forward steadily she stands ready to snag him with the cloth if he bolts.

Busta Blues thumps in warning again, and twitches his nose, waggles his ears, and prepares for one last bound to freedom....

Up on the Watchrider's Ledge, D'thon quietly watches the 'hunt'.

Isolt nods to the others as they get closer, as if to warn them in case he bolts....

Cera pokes around in her pouch located at the side of her hip and gets out a small roll to munch on as nods, "Hmm...doubt it very much...that one looks like it has a bit of agility on its side...and well these apprentices are a bit slow today..."

Alexas keeps moving forward, watching him closely.

Crespa blinks in from ::between::!

Crespa flies over to Cera and lands on her shoulder.

Busta Blues watches the advancing people in amuzement, and prepares to bolt...

Alexas moves in closer.

Isolt yells "Watch it! He's gonna run!" She's nearly on top of him now, crouched low to stop him from getting away past her, and ready to grab at him should he try.

Crespa shifts restlessly around making herself comfortable as her attention is drawn to the large creature hopping around the garden.

Crespa

This petite lady-firelizard sports a soft pastel green hide, her small, angular head endowed with a constantly snobbishlook. Her regal bearing, paired with her well-defined and rather portly body, seems slightly ludicrous but somehow fitting. Her wings of faintest green appear as though made of fine gossamer

Crespa is 9 Turns, 2 months, and 23 days old.

Cera reaches up and scratches Crespa's neck, "Mmmm...hello there my pretty come to join the excitement?"

Busta Blues realsises how close the people are, and looks for a space to escape through in the human wall...and spies an ever so tiny one...

Alexas watches him closely,"he's going to run!"

Crespa launches into the air and then lands with a thump on the ground near Busta Blues, flapping her wings and creating a great cloud of dust.

Busta Blues twitches his ears, and hops to the side, giving the impression of running in that direction, towards Alexas.

Sea eyes study the rabbit, and then follow it's gaze to tiny gap. Cas shifts jut slightly closing it, hmph, we wont have any of that.

Busta Blues runs from the flitter, towards the row of people, not looking where he's going.

Paric laughs and shakes his head, pointing at the new rabbit catcher, Crespa. "Boy, this is going to get interesting. Though I'm still betting on the rabbit!"

Isolt shouts "He's coming! Catch him! Catch him!"

Alexas bends down slightly, opening her bag, just in case he comes her way.

Crespa leans down and peers at the rabit, advancing slowly on her talons, she makes a loud noise.

Busta Blues sees the people, and jumps, twisting mid-air, to turn and run the other way, dodging the flit.

Crespa launches into the air frightened.

Cera laughs heartily, "Oh my this is better then..."

Busta Blues skids to a stop, panting, and looking for somewhere else to go, away from the flit, and away from the people trying to catch him...

Paric laughs, almost spilling his klah in his lap. "Yes.. much better..."

Casiys oohs, thats a good idea. Cas lets out a little whistle and above the chaos 4 forms swoop down. They were sticking out of the way, but Cas' fair is needed now, blue, green, brown, and bronze, all streak from the sky to lend their aid.

Busta Blues dashes towards Alexas (wasn't she the one with the fingerroot?" and tries to squeeze through her hegs.

Alexas closes her legs,"No you don't" she says as she tries to grab him,"Help!"

Isolt watches the rabbit, and pounces, shouting "Alexas! Get him!" As she falls down on Alexa's feet, catching rabbit, then rolling onto a row of plants, crushing them.

Isolt sighs with relief

Busta Blues squeals with fury at the end of the game, and wriggles madly, trying to get free of Isolt's grip.

Cera laughs as tears run out of her eyes, "Oh my...I just can't believe this is happening..." clapping her hands, "Very good Isolt...you have caught the wandering....uhmm...and actually who does this rabbit belong to?"
I've seen around the hall in turns!"

Paric laughs, coughing, as his sips his klah. He shakes his head and turns to Cera, 'Best entertainment I've seen around the hall in turns!"

Isolt sits up, and holds the struggling rabbit to her...."Erm, he's mine, Ma'am." She surveys the garden, looking at the damaged rows of vegetables. Under her breath she mutters "Lyndon's gonna kill me..."

Alexas looks around as well..."Oh my..."

Alexas goes home.

Cera grins, "Yes I believe that Lyndon will kill you...you might want to do some weeding and such...make repairs as best you can...for I am sure that Lyndon is not going to be very happy that his garden has been destroyed."

Isolt strokes the rabbit, and looks at the other people around her, and bursts out laughing. "Well, that was fun!" She stands up, clasping the rabbit to her, and grabbing at an uprooted fingerroot to feed to the pesky rabbit.

Up on the Watchrider's Ledge, D'thon falls down laughing!

Cera glances up, "Oh...are you allright up there.?" hoping that the rider doesn't tumble off the ledge and land in the garden.

Casiys chuckles quietly as he watches, giving another whistle to his 'lizards and they settle about him, green and blue to one shoulder, bronze to the other, and the brown settles down on purple hair. "That was, at the very least, some fun...not exactly what I expected when I showed up here this morning."

Paric coughs,his hand going up to his mouth and nods in agreement. Looking very serious, hard as that may be at the moment. "Yes...well, I don't think I want to be about when Lyndon flays Isolt and serves her up for supper." He says with a wink.

Isolt sighs, and looks down at the nibbling rabbit, "Do you think I could help him tidy it up? I'm really sorry..." She rubs a bruise on her elbow where she fell down, and turns her ankle, that she hurt pouncing at the rabbit.

Cera frowns, "Fun? did you say fun? " trying to cover her laughter to the best of her ability, "I don't think that this whole situation was funny...."

Paric stiffles back a laugh. "Yes.. not funny at all."

Dale walks in from the Kitchen.

Casiys flashes innocent grin "Oh sure it was, all sorts of fun."

Cera shifts her head around surveying the damage, "Oh Isolt...this is a terrible mess that you have created...you might want to get another apprentice to help you clean up...and look there...here comes Dale...just in time.."

Isolt giggles softly. "Erm, no, I er, meant, it wasn't fun at all....erm, I'll make sure it never happens again...." She blushes, and is embarrassed by being told off in front of people she doesn't even know...

Dale siles on his entering and Cera's statement, "Hi, and I will do anything that you ask of me." He looks around, "What happened?"

Isolt smiles weakly at Dale. "Would you erm, like to help tidy up the garden?" She points to the huge mess she's created, with smashed plants all over the place.

Cera laughs, "Allright...but please...keep that pet ..if you call it a pet...of yours locked up well..and away from the gardens...fur in my dinner is not what I find exactly appetizing..."

Paric grins and chuckles, "Ah..a little gardening."

Isolt gasps, and looks upset. "Lyndon won't cook him, will he?" She curls her arm protectively around the rabbit.

Cera pokes Paric lightly in the side, "Yeah I would call this.." spreading her hand out in front of her, "A little Gardening...we might have to send to FarmCraft and get some new plants for Lyndon before he finds out."

Busta Blues snuggles into Isolt's arm, quiet and tired after his garden escapade.

Paric laughs at Isolt's comment. "Ah...not Lyndon. After that little work out, he'd be too tough to cook."

Casiys goes home.

Isolt sighs in relief. "Where is Lyndon, anyway? Maybe I can sort out this mess before he gets back." She looks hopefully over at Paric and Cera.

Cera grins, "Paric your horrible...that is her pet...at least I think that it is..don't make comments about cooking it for dinner...Breakfast would be much better..."

Cera laughs.

Paric nods in agreement. "Yes...very true."

Dale nods, "Yes." He looks at all the people and sits down, "Well I like what I eat just fine."

Paric grins.

Isolt looks about to cry over that comment, and sniffles into Busta's long fur.

Cera laughs, "Isolt..if you and Dale work really hard I am sure that you can have this sorted out before Lyndon gets back and I suggest that maybe you make something for lyndon and the kitchen staff to use for all the trouble that you and your pet have caused."

Dale nods to Cera, "I will help out." He looks at all the mess and starts picking up.

Isolt wipes her eyes with her spare hand, and tries to smile. "What do you think I could make him?" Her face then goes pale, and she looks at Paric and Cera, "Evan won't hear about this, will he?" She almost visibly shakes, remembering her first encounter with him.

Isolt watches Dale picking up the mess, and bends down to help, but not being much use with only one hand free, she stands back up again, and frowns. "I need to go put Busta in my room before I can help clean up...May I please go? I'll be right back..."

Cera chuckles, "Well I suppose in Lyndons case...I am not quite sure...since you do specialize in gems and all...Hmm....you work on it though okay...and maybe you should lend an extra hand in the kitchen for a little while as well..it might get you to act a little more reponsible in keeping your..uh items all neatly where they should be...I wonder what would of happened if a runner had gotten loose in here instead of a rabbit. And yes you can go...but make it mighty quick.."

Isolt walks to the SmithHall Kitchen.

Busta Blues hops, his fluff-ball of a tail bobbing up and down, to the SmithHall Kitchen.

Dale bends down and starts to put some of the big things back in the ground. After a moment of looking at the plant he does the same to many of the others ones.

Cera grins, "Well Paric a fine day...we get to watch those apprentices doing some work for once...what a treat don't you think?"

Isolt walks in from the Kitchen.

Cera smiles, "Hmm..it has been awhile since we have done a Flamer Class around here..don't suppose that Isolt or Dale need one of those..." noticing Isolt's return from the kitchen.

Paric nods and chuckles. "Oh..yes. Very good treat! And perhaps ... the rations that the rabbit ate should come out of Isolt's for this week, as well." he says trying now to hide his amusement of the situation. "And perhaps also helping out in the garden for the next month, in addition to her normal tasks."

Isolt grins at she gets back, and runs over to help Dale. "Well, if you don't mind, Ma'am, I would like a flamer class..."

Cera nods, "Good point...that helping out at the Garden idea seems to work for me."

Paric nods.

Isolt frowns. "A month? He didn't make that much mess..."

Cera laughs, "I am sure that you would Isolt...though...I wonder if you are ready for it yet? and you Dale...do both of you think that you can handle that much responsiblity?"

Paric shakes his head and looks about the garden. "Perhaps we should ask Lyndon?"

Cera laughs, "A month..I wouldn't argue..it could be longer..."

Dale loosk to Cera and smiles, "Oh yes this is great. A little work is always good for someone. A class would also be great." He keeps picking hearing Crea and Paric.

Isolt picks up some smushed up vegetables, and puts them neatly into a pile, keeping quiet, and not wanting any more trouble.

Cera smiles, "Hmm while you guys are working on weeding out and hmm putting back the stuff in the garden why don't we talk a bit on the flamers...then I can judge wether you can be trusted enough with the real thing."

Cera chuckles, "Does anyone here know what stuff is used inside the flamers them selves?"

Paric nods and takes a sip from his mug. "Ugh...cold klah."

Isolt looks at Cera. "Yeah, agenothree, right?"

Cera grins at Isolt, "Very good Isolt...and what exactly is that?"

Isolt goes back to sorting out vegetables from dirt and smashed vegetables from whole ones. "It's a type of acid, isn't it?" She's eager to make up for the big mistake she just made.

Dale sees some food and takes it cleaning it taking a bite out of it. He looks to Cera.

Cera nods, "Yes...Dale? did you understand what Isolt just said about Agenothree?"

Isolt grins. "Can't it be used as a fertiliser, too?"

Dale nods, "Yes I understand." He keeps picking up the plants and putting them back in the hole.

Cera nods, "Yes it is a fertilizer...and if you got any of it on your skin what would happen? do either of you know?"

Dale thinks, "Not feel good."

Isolt re-plants the un-damaged veggies, and tosses the damaged ones to the side. "It would burn, wouldn't it?"

Cera laughs, "Well that not feels so good..and burn is fairly accurate...and do you know what you should do if you did happen to get it on you?"

Isolt takes a fingerroot in her hand and taps it with her finger. "Clean it with water?"

Dale smiles thinking harder, "Well get it cool?"

Isolt takes the fingerroot and places it into a hole in the ground, covering it up neatly.

Cera smiles, "Yes you clean it off with water...it is very very important that you do that...it can hurt you badly and you should go to a healer soon after you wash it off...Next thing that we do...is we have to check the flamers...any clue as to what we would be looking for?"

Caissa leans against the wall, watching the smiths. Listening closely she pays attention to the apperant class that is going on.

Isolt plants another fingerroot carefully, and grins at Cera. "Rust and damages to the nozzle?"

Dale puts some plants in a hole and keeps hearing what is said.

Cera laughs, "Well yes..I suppose we could look for rust...but we would also look for damage...bent tubing...dents in the tank...missing parts...see if the gauges are working correctly..."

Dale nods and takes mental notes. After a secondhe starts to walk to the other side of the garden and trips and falls.

Cera glances at Dale, "Hmm are you all right? some of the holes can be a bit of pain..."

Isolt giggles quietly at Dale, and stands up to go help him. "Are you OK?"

Dale loosk to Cera, "Yes they can be." He looks at Isolt, "Do you know where the extra dirt is so I can fill that hole up?" He gets up showing the front of his clothes have dirt and mud on them.

Isolt frowns. "Extra dirt? Is there such a thing?" She scuffs some mud into the hole, and half fills it, while listening to Cera.

Cera chuckles and is glad that the apprentice is fine, "Well..now on with what we were talking about...Flamers right? Does anyone know if we store the flamers fully charged or completely empty...?"

Isolt grins. "Empty. Fully empty."

Dale thinks, "I would say empty."

Up on the Watchrider's Ledge, D'thon chuckles.

Cera leans back and crosses her legs while she watches the apprentices work around the garden, Sighing softly she says, "That is correct Isolt...and they are stored Empty because we don't want to take the chance that a leak could happen and someone could get injured....also for your information...the Flamers are always locked up tight and we never put them away without them being unsafed...again because someone who hasn't been shown how they work could accidently use one...and hurt someone....we wouldn't want that to happen now would we?"

Isolt shakes her head, and sits down on the ground, fiddling with some dirt.

Cera chuckles as she glances up, "Well D'thon...you are more then welcome to pipe in occasionally if I have forgotten something...I have done this some many times that I tend to get absent minded about details...And I take it you didn't injure yourself when you toppled over before?"

Dale nods picking and putting plants back.

Cera looks back at both Apprentices, "Now..you know what is inside of a flamer...you know to check the flamer...you know what safety measure we use...and " laughing, "Someone tell me...what we use the flamer for..."

Up on the Watchrider's Ledge, D'thon calls down, "No no, Master Cera, you go right ahead. Sometimes, you Smiths are more entertaining than a good Harper performance, though." He grins and waves cheerily.

Cera waves back to D'thon, "Ahh well good enough..though I will say that at time Riders can be quite amusing on their own..."

Up on the Watchrider's Ledge, D'thon elaborately bows in recognition of his own entertainment value.

Dale thinks, "Burning thread." He then keeps picking up and just keeps working.

Isolt grins up at the Watchrider, and smiles at Cera. "Well, I think they're used for flaming Thread...but I wouldn't be sure...." She smiles sarcastically.

Up on the Watchrider's Ledge, Pintarryth cranes his neck over the ledge and joins his lifemate in peering down at the garden.

Cera laughs heartily, "Yes I know that was a given but then again...you should of heard some of the answers that I have gotten to those questions before ... anyway ..." winking at Pintarryth and D'thon, "Do you also know that we use those flamers to help the Riders fight thread..." pointing to those above, "Like our most Noble pair on the ledge above?"

Up on the Watchrider's Ledge, Pintarryth snorts and ambles away from the edge to go back to sleep.

Isolt looks up at the dragon, and grins. "Do you mean that you go out into Thread to use them? That's what it sounded like you said..."

Dale nods putting plants up, "Ok."

Cera chuckles, "Well we burn the burrows if any of the thread should happen to get through from the riders,,,and hopefully we can keep it from reaching the ground or destroying any buildings ..."

Isolt nods. "Oh right. So we don't actually go out during Threadfall, we just clean up after?"

Cera smiles softly, "Hmm...now...we charge the flamers from a recharging unit that is in the courtyard of the smith hall....In moment Isolt I will answer you...you always need to charge the flamer when it is on the ground..never attempt to charge it when you are carrying it..."

Dale nods taking mental notes, "Ok."

Isolt nibbles a fingerroot. "Mm-kay..."

Cera smiles, "Also..the same applies when you are discharging it as well..it will be placed on the ground.."

Isolt sighs, and yawns. All that rabbit chasing wore her out...

Dale nods more, "Ok."

Cera laughs softly, "Also...Never never point a charged or un charged flamer at any person...infact always keep the nozzle pointed at the ground unless you are flaming thread...is that also understood?"

Isolt stretches, finishing off the fingerroot, and nods at Cera, sleepily."Understood."

Dale smiles, "Yes it is."

Cera leaning back, "There are just a few more thing that I want you to know...now...the flamers are kept in a locked case...and other halls and holds do the same thing. Only a Journeyman or a Master can unlock a safed flamer...and also the Lady Holder,Lord Holder, or Steward can as well...if someone returns a flamer to SmithCraft because it was damaged it will be your responsiblities to fix them."

Isolt nods, "Do Lord and Lady Holders use them too?"

Dale nods, "Ok."

Paradigm blinks in from ::between::!

Cera smiles, "Actually that is a very good question Isolt...and I believe that Everyone who has been taught the use of flamers is required to help...though I am also sure that it depends on the Holder themselves and how active they are in and around the hold."

Dale nods more finishing up the work, "Ok."

Paradigm suddenly disappears ::between::!

Isolt remembers that she's meant to be working, and hastily looks about her, and everything seems to be sorted out.

Cera smiles , "In a few moments I would like to move to the courtyard so we can practise using the flamers...do you think that you both can handle that?"

Isolt nods. "Yup, I guess so."

Dale nods and smiles, "I think I can."

Cera gracefully moves to the SmithHall Kitchen.

Isolt walks to the SmithHall Kitchen.

Dale walks out.

You go to the Kitchen.

Kitchen

A large and airy place to work, this kitchen has been well equipped to handle the needs of the hall beyond. The walls have been painted a pale yellow and are regularly cleaned by the kitchen staff to maintain the clean atmosphere that pervades here. A large hearth covered with flag stone, has a constant pot of Klah brewing for those who like to partake in its refreshing qualities. Steel spigots are carefully shined to a high gleam above the wet sink where drudges constantly bustle back and forth cleaning the vast amount of dishes created with the days meals. Dominating the center of the room is a large table, made from a hardwood, containing the preparations of the next meal to be served. Beautiful carved cabinetry line the far walls near the door to the Garden containing the rich and sometimes rare spices that have been acquired by the Head Cook through a little haggling and barter.

The scent of cooking food fills the air with its heady aroma as the next meal is prepared.

The window looks out over Garden.

Through the open window, you notice that It is a summer afternoon.

You see Cooking Hearth here.

You go to the Gathering Hall.

Gathering Hall

The room seems to loom as you enter, though the warmth within easily overcomes that feeling. It's huge, easily taking up a good third of the hall, and offering room for most people to sit and chat. The heat of the great hearth on the far wall spreads throughout, the merry crackling adding a peaceful undertone to the usually occupied room, heard even above the murmer of voices. Tables are all but littered about, pulled into and out of place by friends at a regular basis. Several more permanent tables and benches are settled along the far edge, an ever-full klah pot and several trays of various and sundry snacks almost always set out for the hungry and bored. The walls are decorated, tapestries denoting every part of Pern society strung about. Along the wall above the kitchen, in particular, is the pride and joy of the weavers: a string of dragons flying Threadfall. The vibrant flames and metallic hues of the dragons seem to glow as the flickering firelight strikes them. Above everything runs a long overhang, people passing to and fro, passing overhead of the figures and gatherings below. A handful of glowbaskets light the upper ends, the rest of the mainroom light brightly with candles and decorative lighting.

Various scents assult your nose as you walk in here. The rich smell of foods from the kitchen. The fire's smoke and heat. The sweet odors of various pipeweeds from the gossipers surrounding the hearthside table. The aromatic baskets do little here, except add their own faint undertones.

To the south, you see three people.

You see Fireworks Tapestry and Smith Booth here.

Obvious exits:

Kitchen Smith Infirmary Courtyard Grand Staircase Lower Level

You go to the Courtyard.

Courtyard

Light, whether sun or moons-light, shines through the branches of the surrounding forest area. The trees standing above the buildings create a peaceful image, the wind whispering through them calming and pleasent. Below your feet, the courtyard is paved with stone, patterns winding their way in in-set paths towards each of the buildings. A particularly bright one, lined in glimmers of metallic bronze tones, runs straight towards the main Crafthall. A few smaller trees, planted so overhanging branches shade the yard, are surrounded with decorative patterns of darker stones as well. Benches are set beneath them, and along the outside of the buildings, to give travellers and crafters, both, a place to sit when the days are particularly good.

It is a summer afternoon.

Above, you see one person.

You see Flamer Chargin Unit, flamer rack, and Flamer Target here.

Cera, Dale, and Isolt are here.

Obvious exits:

Craft Hall Stables Smithcraft Hall Path Woodcraft Building Large Clearing

Caissa strides to the SmithHall Kitchen.

Cera chuckles, "Okay..now I am sure that you both notice the flamers in the rack right?...In moment I want you to pick a flamer out.."

Isolt nods, and yawns slightly, covering her mouth with her hand. "'Scuse me" She adds hastily after, in case Cera thinks she's yawning at the lesson....

Cera removes Craft Flamethrower3 from flamer rack.

Cera removes Craft Flamethrower1 from flamer rack.

Cera removes Craft Flamethrower2 from flamer rack.

Cera disengages the safety on her Craft Flamethrower1.

Cera disengages the safety on her Craft Flamethrower2.

Cera disengages the safety on her Craft Flamethrower3.

Cera removes Craft Flamethrower1 from her back and carefully sets it down.

Cera removes Craft Flamethrower2 from her back and carefully sets it down.

Caissa strides in from the WoodCraft.

Caissa strides to the Stables.

Caissa strides in from the Stables.

Caissa strides to the Path.

Cera smiles, "Please select your flamer and do what I told you to before..."

Isolt lifts Craft Flamethrower1 and straps it on her back.

Dale lifts Craft Flamethrower2 and straps it on his back.

Caissa strides in from the Lake.

Qhelari bounds in in from the Large Clearing.

Caissa strides to the Large Clearing.

Qhelari bounds in to the Stables.

Cera examines a dial on her Craft Flamethrower3.

Dale examines a dial on his Craft Flamethrower2.

Isolt examines a dial on her Craft Flamethrower1.

Dale looks at his flamethrower and checks all the parts, "Yep looks good."

Cera nods, "Okay now we are going to charge them ...follow my example one at a time please.."

Cera removes Craft Flamethrower3 from her back and carefully sets it down.

Isolt grins. "Seems Ok to me..." She checks it over once more.

Cera hooks up her Craft Flamethrower3 to the Flamer Chargin Unit.

Fuel begins pumping into the Craft Flamethrower3.

SmithCraft's Craft Flamethrower3 is at 25% capacity.

SmithCraft's Craft Flamethrower3 is at 50% capacity.

SmithCraft's Craft Flamethrower3 is at 75% capacity.

Qhelari bounds in in from the Stables.

Isolt removes Craft Flamethrower1 from her back and carefully sets it down.

SmithCraft's Craft Flamethrower3 is at 100% capacity.

Cera gets the Craft Flamethrower3 unhooked and ready for service.

Isolt lifts Craft Flamethrower1 and straps it on her back.

Dale removes Craft Flamethrower2 from his back and carefully sets it down.

Dale hooks up his Craft Flamethrower2 to the Flamer Chargin Unit.

Fuel begins pumping into the Craft Flamethrower2.

Qhelari bounds in to the Path.

Qhelari bounds in in from the Lake.

Qhelari bounds in to the Path.

SmithCraft's Craft Flamethrower2 is at 25% capacity.

Isolt removes Craft Flamethrower1 from her back and carefully sets it down.

SmithCraft's Craft Flamethrower2 is at 50% capacity.

SmithCraft's Craft Flamethrower2 is at 75% capacity.

SmithCraft's Craft Flamethrower2 is at 100% capacity.

Dale gets the Craft Flamethrower2 unhooked and ready for service.

Dale lifts Craft Flamethrower2 and straps it on his back.

Isolt hooks up her Craft Flamethrower1 to the Flamer Chargin Unit.

Fuel begins pumping into the Craft Flamethrower1.

SmithCraft's Craft Flamethrower1 is at 25% capacity.

SmithCraft's Craft Flamethrower1 is at 50% capacity.

SmithCraft's Craft Flamethrower1 is at 75% capacity.

SmithCraft's Craft Flamethrower1 is at 100% capacity.

Isolt gets the Craft Flamethrower1 unhooked and ready for service.

Isolt lifts Craft Flamethrower1 and straps it on her back.

Isolt grins. "Ok, ready."

Cera laughs, "Very good...keep those things pointed at the ground please.." stepping to the side Cera places down the target to be used for the demonstration, "Allright..the next thing...we are going to flame a Target..so you get the feel of how this works...I will go first."

Cera lifts Craft Flamethrower3 and straps it on her back.

Cera depresses the trigger on her Craft Flamethrower3. Instantly, a *huge* flame erupts from the end of the wand.

Flamer Target is hit by the flame!

There is an audible 'clack' from Cera's Craft Flamethrower3, and the flame disappears with the remains of the Flamer Target. Cera looks around for another target.

Isolt depresses the trigger on her Craft Flamethrower1. Instantly, a *huge* flame erupts from the end of the wand.

Flamer Target is hit by the flame!

There is an audible 'clack' from Isolt's Craft Flamethrower1, and the flame disappears with the remains of the Flamer Target. Isolt looks around for another target.

Dale depresses the trigger on his Craft Flamethrower2. Instantly, a *huge* flame erupts from the end of the wand.

Flamer Target is hit by the flame!

There is an audible 'clack' from Dale's Craft Flamethrower2, and the flame disappears with the remains of the Flamer Target. Dale looks around for another target.

Cera removes Craft Flamethrower3 from her back and carefully sets it down.

Dale removes Craft Flamethrower2 from his back and carefully sets it down.

Cera hooks up her Craft Flamethrower3 to the Flamer Chargin Unit.

Fuel begins draining into the Flamer Chargin Unit.

SmithCraft's Craft Flamethrower3 is down to 75% capacity.

SmithCraft's Craft Flamethrower3 is down to 50% capacity.

SmithCraft's Craft Flamethrower3 is down to 25% capacity.

Isolt removes Craft Flamethrower1 from her back and carefully sets it down.

SmithCraft's Craft Flamethrower3 is down to 0% capacity.

Dale hooks up his Craft Flamethrower2 to the Flamer Chargin Unit.

Fuel begins draining into the Flamer Chargin Unit.

Cera gets the Craft Flamethrower3 unhooked and ready for storage.

SmithCraft's Craft Flamethrower2 is down to 75% capacity.

SmithCraft's Craft Flamethrower2 is down to 50% capacity.

SmithCraft's Craft Flamethrower2 is down to 25% capacity.

SmithCraft's Craft Flamethrower2 is down to 0% capacity.

Dale gets the Craft Flamethrower2 unhooked and ready for storage.

Cera lifts Craft Flamethrower3 and straps it on her back.

Cera activates the safety mechanism on her Craft Flamethrower3.

Cera puts Craft Flamethrower3 in flamer rack.

Isolt hooks up her Craft Flamethrower1 to the Flamer Chargin Unit.

Fuel begins draining into the Flamer Chargin Unit.

SmithCraft's Craft Flamethrower1 is down to 75% capacity.

SmithCraft's Craft Flamethrower1 is down to 50% capacity.

Dale activates the safety mechanism on his Craft Flamethrower2.

SmithCraft's Craft Flamethrower1 is down to 25% capacity.

SmithCraft's Craft Flamethrower1 is down to 0% capacity.

Isolt gets the Craft Flamethrower1 unhooked and ready for storage.

Isolt activates the safety mechanism on her Craft Flamethrower1.

Dale lifts Craft Flamethrower2 and straps it on his back.

Dale puts Craft Flamethrower2 in flamer rack.

Isolt lifts Craft Flamethrower1 and straps it on her back.

Isolt puts Craft Flamethrower1 in flamer rack.