From outside the wagon, A shaded trail meanders through the tropical forest into a large clearing. To the north of the clearing the ground is staked out as if there will be new construction started soon. A large stream winds through the northwest section of the clearing, flowing quickly down toward the sea several days away. Wind rustles the leaves of the trees above, casting sun-dapples around the forest floor. The occasional cry of wild firelizards can be heard echoing through the trees.

From outside the wagon, A small stand of pine trees grows here.

From outside the wagon, It is a winter noon.

From outside the wagon, To the west, you see two people.

From outside the wagon, You see Tent, A Pastel Tent, Dusty Tent, and Khaki here.

From outside the wagon, Ransor and SmithCraft are here.

From outside the wagon, Obvious exits:

From outside the wagon, Forest Path

From outside the wagon, Garen carefully drives the team of runners pulling the Smithcraft Hall Wagon.

From outside the wagon, Ransor waves.

Garen waves back to Ransor as he drives the team of runners into the northern section of the large clearing.

From outside the wagon, Cera has arrived.

From outside the wagon, Cera drops Temporary Glass Shop.

From outside the wagon, Inside Temporary Glass Shop, Cera enters the Temporary Glass Shop.

From outside the wagon, Cera enters the Temporary Glass Shop.

From outside the wagon, Kelsan walks in from the Forest.

From outside the wagon, Gaederon walks in from the Forest.

From outside the wagon, Paric strides quickly in from the Forest.

From outside the wagon, Kelsan walks to the Forest Path.

From outside the wagon, Paric strides quickly to the Forest Path.

From outside the wagon, Paric strides quickly in from the Forest.

From outside the wagon, Paric strides quickly to the Forest Path.

From outside the wagon, Paric strides quickly in from the Forest.

From outside the wagon, Inside Temporary Glass Shop, Cera has left.

From outside the wagon, Cera has arrived.

From outside the wagon, Gaederon Nods "Good day Cera."

From outside the wagon, Cera nods and smiles to Gaederon, "Good day Gaederon."

From outside the wagon, Paric strides quickly in from the Forest.

From outside the wagon, Cera enters the Temporary Glass Shop.

From outside the wagon, Cera has arrived.

From outside the wagon, Crespa blinks in from ::between::!

From outside the wagon, Paric grins and waves as he notices Cera. "Hey love! Brought some more people up from the hold."

From outside the wagon, Cera enters the Temporary Glass Shop.

From outside the wagon, Paric enters the Temporary Glass Shop.

You climb down from the Smithcraft Hall Wagon.

Large Clearing

A shaded trail meanders through the tropical forest into a large clearing. To the north of the clearing the ground is staked out as if there will be new construction started soon. A large stream winds through the northwest section of the clearing, flowing quickly down toward the sea several days away. Wind rustles the leaves of the trees above, casting sun-dapples around the forest floor. The occasional cry of wild firelizards can be heard echoing through the trees.

A small stand of pine trees grows here.

It is a winter afternoon.

To the west, you see one person.

Flittering around is Crespa.

You see Tent, A Pastel Tent, Dusty Tent, Khaki, Smithcraft Hall Wagon, and Temporary Glass Shop here.
Ransor and Gaederon are here.

Obvious exits:

Forest Path

From inside the wagon, Garen climbs downs from the Smithcraft Hall Wagon.

Darlia walks in from the Forest.

Darlia smiles as she looks around the clearing, "Hmm.."

Darlia walks up to the people standing here, "Excuse me.." glancing at Garen, "I don't think we have met.." though some of the others she knows nodding towards Gaederon.

Darlia sighs and moves off going towards the stream.

Darlia sits down at the edge of the strea far away from the people working in the clearing.

Sanaya walks in from the Forest.

You notice Sanaya looking at you.

Darlia smiles and nods towards Sanaya.

Garen bobs his head in answer. "My name be Garen, lady," he says as he rubs his grimy, dirt stained hand on his pants.

Sanaya glides into the clearing, one brow arching as her afternoon stroll carries her to a place where there is a group. "Good day," she murmers softly, playing with a black curl uncertainly.

Ransor smiles and waves at Sanaya as he continues to work.

Darlia peeks at Garen, "Hmm? oh..." wondering about the delayed reaction to her greeting. "Good Day to you.." her head bobbing again at Sanaya.

"Why are you all out here?" Sanaya inquires after a silent moment of pondering. The redfruit in her hand is turned between fingers several times as her emerald gaze sweeps those who are gathered.

Gaederon comes back from the edge of the cearing and sees more folk have arrived "Hello Darlia, Ransor" Drops his bundle.

Darlia chuckles softly, her hand waving towards the building area, "Well they are starting on the new Smith Hall...Nice to meet you...my name is Darlia.."

Gaederon walks over to where the older gentleman stands "Sir, I believe we have not met, I am Gaederon."

Sanaya ooohs softly to herself, a tinge of blush delicately sweeping her cheeks. "So this is where that's being built..." A sweet smile is tossed in Darlia's direction. "Sanaya. Ista Hold Hostess."

Garen eyes the young man and rubs his cheek. Nodding, he grins, "Garen...I'm the new driver..."
Paric has arrived.

Darlia smiles, "Well met Sanaya...and " grinning from ear to ear, "And hopefully it won't take to long to build..Can I offer you something to eat or drink?" her hand gesturing towards the small cook fire at the edge of the clearing.

Gaederon Nods to Garen and his eyes widen just a bit "Well met Garen, How can I help you sir?
Paric walks over to the wagon. "Ah...Garen... I see you 've met everyone."

"Oh, that would be simply wonderful. Would you happen to have any juice?" Sananay replies, emerald gaze lightly touching the others who have emerged from various tents. Touch of a smile plays across her lips and she watches in silence

Laih appears from nowhere, bringing a cold gust of wind and a slight, surprised chirple.

Darlia grins, her smile becoming even wider as it lights up her face, "And yes I happen to know that there is some juice.." waving her hand towards the fire again, "Come with me and I will be happy to get you some.." glancing at Garen and the others, "Well would any of you like something to eat or drink? you know where the food is kept."

Garen turns at the sound of Paric's voice and bobs his head, "Ya'sir...This young man has volunteered to 'elp unload da wagon..." He grins, a missing tooth showing, at Gaederon.

Sensing something interesting, whether or not it actually is, Laih blinks in from the icy domain of *between* with a squawk and begins to glide around.

Paric chuckles and grins, "Well..that is showing good initiative Gaederon!" he says clapping the young man on the shoulder. "I think I'll help you too..."

Sanaya obediently follows Darlia over to the fire, bare feet softly padding across the ground. "Is there anything I can do to help? Get drinks or something? I feel positively useless with all this work going on."

Darlia chuckles, "Well any kind of help is certainly more than welcome here..." glancing down at the supplies before her, "and well just help yourself..nice to have an open door kind of policy.."

Garen cackles as up into the wagon and begins to push some long pieces of lumber toward the back within easy reaching of the Paric and Gaederon. "Ere ya go!"

Gaederon grabs the butt end of the lumber and pulls it back.

A large resounding curse can be heard across the clearing as a workman drops a large stone. Just barely missing his foot and several other workers.

"Are you a smith, too?" Sanaya inquires, helping herself to some chilled juice. "And just tell me what I can do to help. Not that I'm good at hauling things," she chuckles wryly, glancing down at her rather un-muscular body.

Gaederon gets under the boards and caries them off to the pile.

Laih isn't a smith - she's a flitter with an insatiable appetite for mischief, and therefore she searches it out, swooping down to peer at Sanaya.

Paric looks over to where the noise came from then shakes his head. Turning back to the work at hand, "Gaederon, why don't you take those over to the middle of where the courtyard is supposed to be."
A loud thunk is heard as a pile of lumber drops onto growing stack.

Darlia chuckles softly, "Well in a way I am a smith, I am the Headwoman for Smith Hall...but do I create any of the wonderful objects they do...no...I think I keep them all together..." shaking her head as she sighs, "And anymore pranks from those apprentices and I am going to have to lock up my clothes..Do you realize that one of them Strung my drawers up on a pole for all the world to see?" now her cheeks turn a bright pink as she thinks about it.

Eeep! A sound escape's Laih's giddy green throat as she soars over to investigate the sound.

Ransor looks up innocently at the mention of that prank, the quickly down, humming quietly and attending to his work.

Sanaya blushes as well, for this kind of thing would be most embarrassing if they were to reveal her delicate underclothing. "That sounds horrible," she admits earnestly, tugging at a raven-hued curl. "What did you do?"

Gaederon says, "Way ahead of you Paric... "

Garen cackles some more as his face spreads with a large grin. He begins whistling as he moves each board toward the end then hands it to the people helping unloading the wagon, "Ere ya go, Mast'r Paric..."

Gaederon drops the boards down on the pile and straigtens them out to keep it neat.

Paric chuckles and nods as he accepts the board from Garen, then turns and begins to pile them neatly along with the others.

OOC: Sanaya hasta run. Thanks for the RP!

Sanaya has disconnected.

Sanaya goes home.

Darlia leans down and grabs herself a cup of the cooled juice, taking a slow drink, she smiles and returns to her normal self. "What could I do? I didn't find the one who did it...and I did look.." her eyes glancing towards the working apprentices, "But I am sure that soon enough I will find out who did it...and well if they want any special favors from Darlia..they are going to have a long way to go before they get one.

Darlia shrugs and moves away from Sanaya and goes to watch the work that is going on.

Laih disappears with a stingingly cold *woosh*!

A whistle can be heard from one of the men as he assists in the placement of one of the stones.

Gaederon stands at the back of the wagon waiting for another load of boards.

Garen hearing the whistle of the stone mason, begins to whistle a counter melody, as he moves one board after another to the smiths.

Gaederon pulls at the larger stack of boards, thinking he can take more this time... and lifts them deftly to his shoulder and heads off toward the growing pile.

Paric chuckles and shakes his head at the 'musicalness' of the people of the Smithcraft. "Ah...thanks Garen." he says as takes another couple of boards and moves them over to the pile.

Darlia's eyes move to Garen who is unloading the back of the wagon, her ears picking up the tune that he is whistling.

Darlia's starts to hum along with the wagon driver, her tones softly matching his as she closes her eyes and thinks about days past.

Gaederon grunts to himself as he awkwardly unloads the boards onto the pile, too late realizing that he did pick up too many this time...

Gaederon frowns a bit as he realizes he had better pace himself, and returns for another load from the wagon.

Paric notices Gaederon struggling with the stack of boards and shake his head, "Careful there Gaed....take your time with that stuff. I don't want anyone hurt!"

Garen climbs down from the wagon and grabs the last stack of boards, much larger than any that the two helping him have lifted, and carries it effortlessly to the stack in the courtyard.

Darlia grins broadly and watches the work progress, her arms folded in front of her.

Paric chuckles and shakes his head at the old man, "You too Garen, I don't want you injured either..."

Gaederon watches the older man's deft carrying and how he unloads, hoping to learn a bit about how he did that...

Darlia takes another look at Garen, muttering a soft, "Old man?" then glancing at herself, "Geez these people must think I am decrepit by now."

Garen set the boards down and frowns at the Master's comment. He turns and grins, "Eh sir? Dat was small?"

Gaederon turns to Garen "How did ya ballance them borads so well sir? I had a hard time and I have as much muscle as you?

Paric shakes his head, his hand coming up to hide a chuckle.

Darlia steps away for a moment to write herself a note.

Darlia returns from writing herself a note.

Darlia sets down Blueberry Bubblies.

Garen cackles and grins, his arms slapping the young man on the shoulder. "W'll...you still young'n. Give it time... and you be like me... I be doin' dis all my life." He pulls back one of his loose sleeves showing his very large arms, much larger than they appear under the clothing. The man's skin is tan, weathered. "Dis I get from eat'n goot'!" He winks at Gaederon and cackles as he lets the sleeve fall loosely down to cover his arm.

Darlia takes Blueberry Bubblies.

Paric watches the exchange and shakes his head, "Ah...okay...well, both of you take it easy nonetheless." He notices Darlia bringing out some bubblies. "Ah...break time!"

Gaederon smiles and is just a bit awed at what he sees, but realizes that someday he will be more capable. "Thank you sir, and I appreciate the advice too."

Darlia grins and nods, "yes...break time.." glancing around, "I hope that I have enough for everyone.."

Darlia sets down Blueberry Bubblies.

Garen grins, again that missing tooth displayed, or not displayed, very prominently.

The light and sweet fragrance of the Blueberries and the sweet juice they provide begins to fill the air surrounding the camp, enticing all to gather together and dive in. The sweet exstacy of the fragrence especially tuggs at the nostrils of young Gaederon, and reminds him of a sweeter part of his life.

Paric chuckles, "Yes...though, " he says looking back over at Garen and Gaederon, "Though I think you'll probably need a tray for each of those two!"

Darlia laughs, "Well this is all I have for the moment..they will have to learn to share Master Paric."

Gaederon Eyeing the delicacies "Oh, I can forgo, not that hungry anyway..."

Darlia chuckles, "Well Gaederon...help yourself at least to a few of them.."

Garen laughs, noticelbly loud, "Ah...'ow can ye git strong wit' no eat'n." he says to the yound man as he reaches down a takes several of the tasty pies, plopping one after another in his mouth. As he opens he mouth, steam puffs out and then he puts another one in, chewing well.

Darlia shakes her head and grins as she watches the healthy appetite of the wagon Drive, "Well seems you have no problems in that area.."

Gaederon looking at the pies smiles at Garen and takes one, popping it in his mouth, savouring every bite.

Paric chuckles and reaches for one of the hot pastries. "Well...you two heard what Darlia said? Share!" he says shaking his head as he watches the Garen inhaling the pies without a care of to the hot juices.

Garen nods and grins, a small stain of juice the one colorful note on his shirt. "Yes'm. Very good food!"

Gaederon lifts one more pie from the tray and moves off to sit on the wood pile in the middle of the clearing.

Darlia chuckles and grins, "Well I hope that they meet with approval?"

Garen quickly nods and grins, a little juice oozing out from the corner of his mouth. He quickly wipes it off with the corner of his sleeve - one must have good manners - then grabs a couple more. "I'll take these for my trip back." he says winking at Darlia and howling with laughter.

Darlia leans down and snatches a pie for herself, her hand just missing the tray, and connects with the ground. "Shardit.." hoping that no one noticed, she moves her fingers along till she finds the pies and takes one.

Paric chuckles and shakes his head at the old man's antics. "You heading over to Ista Hold or back to Blacksand?"

Gaederon watches Darlia from afar, and moves to help, but sees she is fine.

Darlia munches quitely on her bubbly, she listens to Paric with interest, a drip of juice sliding down her chin.

Gaederon finishes the rest of his pie and pulls his legs up to his chest looking out over the clearing and the now crowded construction site.

Garen turns to Paric and grins, "I be back to Blacksands. Back in day or so..." He turns and waves to Gaederon, "You need'n to eat more!" he says howling with laughter to as he heads back to the wagon and climbs up.

Bryon walks in from the Forest.

Darlia sighs, "Hmm.." and turns to walk away from the group as the wagon driver gets ready to leave.

Darlia nods to Bryon as she passes him.

Paric chuckles and shakes his head. "Well Garen...see you in a couple of days then." he says waving at the departing figure.

You climb up and sit down in the Smithcraft Hall Wagon.

From inside the wagon, Garen climbs up and sits down in the Smithcraft Hall Wagon.

Smithcraft Hall Wagon

You are sitting in a large wagon being pulled by two good-sized runners. In the cargo area behind you is a small forge, several toolboxes, and other supplies needed by the smiths.

From outside the wagon, Bryon smiles and nods to everyone

From outside the wagon, Gaederon smiles and waves as he sees Garon move off "Travel safely Garen."

From outside the wagon, Gaederon Waves "Hello Bryon, good to see you made it..."

From outside the wagon, Cera has arrived.

From outside the wagon, Bryon nods, "Aye, that I have.." he says with a chuckle

From outside the wagon, Cera nods to everyone as she moves out of the glass shop, striding towards her runner Khaki.

Garen grins and waves, stuffing a bubbly pie - probably for effect or maybe he really does eat that much. He waves to everyone as he motions for the team to move. "Git yup!" he yells, muffled, to the team of runner. As the team pulls past Paric and Darlia, he grins. "Look'n forward to your food my next visit, maam." he yells out laughing heartily.

From outside the wagon, Gaederon climbs down off the woodpile to see if any more pies are left, and seeing none smiles remembering how good they were.

From outside the wagon, Paric chuckles and shakes his head.

From outside the wagon, Garen urges the team of runners to pull the Smithcraft Hall Wagon forward.

From outside the wagon, You go to the Forest.

From outside the wagon, A shaded trail meanders through the tropical forest. Wind rustles the leaves of the trees above, casting sun-dapples around the forest floor. You hear the occasional cry of wild firelizards, echoing through the trees.