Goblin Town -- Logs

Cinnamon squeaks and hastily whirls around so she's not watching the strange, naked man! She's bright red as she mumbles thanks to Bjarke... and only after a minute or so does she nervously glance over her shoulder to make sure the shark man is dressed. She calls to Thorn as she waits, "D-do you think, Thorny, maybe you could check this guy over, p-please? Oh!" She asks the shark-man, when she turns around, "W-what's your name, please?"

Thorn nods to Cinnamon, "Of course!" He wonders if he's going to have to worry about this patient biting him, however!

The guy looks like he doesn't smile much. Actually, due to the scars, it looks like it's hard for him to smile! "Kahiau."

Cinnamon nods to the man, "Kahiau, my name is Cinnamon, and these are Fraser and Shane, and that's Thorn... and please don't bite him, because he's fragile and he's a healer!"

Kahiau chuckles, "Most humans are fragile. I won't bite any of you for now."

Cinnamon frowns at that, getting a mulish look as she pushes her glasses up and folds her arms, "I... d-don't you bite any of my friends, mister!"

Arvid sounds amused, "I think you'd be a little surprised about the people aboard my ship. Biting would be a truly bad idea."

Kahiau nods, "Then I won't bite." He still looks grave if not truly scowling.

Cinnamon looks relieved, "Okay! Thank you." She beams at Thorn, "Ready?"

Thorn nods to Cinnamon, stepping up to Kahiau and smiling quietly, "Hi, I'm Thorn. I'm a healer from Coblyn Street. May I examine your, uh, where your eye used to be?" Kahiau turns his head and looks Thorn over and grunts in what sounds like an affirmative way. The healer nods, and positions himself to study the lost eye and the surrounding tissue.

Cinnamon moves curiously over to stand next to Thorn, smiling and her head tilted as she stares up at the shark man. Pushing her glasses up, she asks, "Why are you named 'selfless generosity,' please?"

Kahiau replies, "It's Kamoho's joke. A reminder, like the tattoo."

Cinnamon shifts to study the tattoo, "They're... waves? -and you're a shark man. Um... how is that a joke, please?"

Thorn grimaces as he continues his examination, "Whomever did this to you did a hell of a job in blinding your eye." He straightens and sighs softly, "It may be a long shot, but may I try healing magicks to see if I can restore your eye?"

Cinnamon pauses, her eyes narrowed, "Wait... Kamoho?" She frowns thoughtfully for a few seconds... then brightens suddenly, "Oh! That's a shark god, right? From... somewhere in Oceania, if I'm remembering correctly." She beams cheerfully at the man, "So I guess I'm your representative too, then -- hello!"

Kahiau looks around at all the people, perhaps registering just how unusual they all look, as compared to normal humans. He says to Cinnamon, "We will talk on this." To Thorn, he adds, "I haven't had that eye for five years. If you can give it back to me, I would owe you much."

Cinnamon smiles quietly, suspecting that five years is nothing for Thorn. She sure has a lot of questions, too! Like, what's a Hawaiian guy doing way out here in the Atlantic Ocean? Why is he still eating people -- his fellow sapients! -- when it's clear (from his lack of curiosity as to what a computer or a councilor are) that he can go on land just fine? How many shark people are there? What hurt him so badly, five years ago? Why does he keep a name he seems to dislike and consider a joke? And finally... how can she, the Councilor for he and his people, best help them all?

Kahiau stands still and lets Thorn try his healing. After taking some time, and examining the scarring... Thorn can't quite do it. Maybe it's just too unusual a thing to ask of the magic, or maybe the wound is too old, or maybe he just can't replace organs with magic, or maybe a number of other things. Whatever the reason is, he can't heal the shark-man's eye. Finally he sighs and shakes his head, "I'm sorry. I tried, but it didn't seem to work. I'd like to try again later, though. I may be able to come up with some ideas."

Cinnamon blinks in surprise at Thorn... then hastily changes the subject, since she feels a bit bad for him -- he sounds so disappointed! "So! Um, Kahiau... w-would you answer some questions for me, please?" People watching also seem a little surprised that it didn't work.

The shark shifter shrugs, "Eh. Maybe I'm just too stubborn. A speargun took it. The man that shot the speargun regretted it very much after." He looks at Cinnamon, eyeing her up and down for a moment before he grumbles, "Why not. Sure."

Cinnamon looks confused, studying the terrible scars that go down the man's entire right side, "A... a speargun did all that?!"

Kahiau shakes his head, "No. The speargun took the eye. Then there was a fight and there were some explosions. They use these things that are almost like grenades if sharks are very aggressive, but the sharks like me are like werewolves. We are very hard to injure badly."

Cinnamon's eyes widen, "Guys were fishing with grenades!? Oh my gosh, that's awful!" She blinks a moment later, adding in surprise, "Oh! So -- so you're like a sea werewolf?"

Fraser smirks and mutters, "Sounds a bit like me, actually..."

Arvid nods, "Cursed."

Kahiau nods, "Yes. Cursed. For greed."

Cinnamon frowns thoughtfully, then asks what is probably the most important question -- to her, at least, "In that case, why are you trying to eat people?! They're, like, your fellow sapients! Especially when you can clearly go on land and get food there too?"

Kahiau shakes his head, "I can't go on land -- not in these months -- and I am very bad at catching fish with one eye gone. They move very fast. Humans can be slow and stupid... and most of them kill the earth and the oceans badly."

Cinnamon looks confused, "Wait, what months? Why can't you go on land?" She adds indignantly, "Also, didn't it occur to you that maybe a wooden sailing ship might be a bit more ecofriendly than not?!"

Kahiau motions around them, "This half of the year. I have to stay within ten feet of the ocean. Even then, I'll have to go back into the water in an hour or so because I will change back to a shark and I will smother." He snorts at the question about the boat, "People do things they think are unique and interesting for part of the time and are stupid the rest of the time."

Fraser looks Kahiau over carefully, "So... you're cursed, and you're a man-eater... at least, you are half of the year -- and for at least the last five years."

Cinnamon frowns consideringly, "So... when you're a shark, are you still smart? Like... like, if we ask you to stick around, would you be able to?" She looks puzzled, "Also, how many cursed shark people are there?" She pauses, then confusedly adds, "Or... are there regular shark folks, like there are regular werewolves?" She figures Kahiau has to have spotted Josie by now, after all!

Kahiau shrugs, "I'm not as smart. I remember that I'm not always a shark and I can hunt better than most sharks. I can understand words in the languages I know, so I could understand if you asked me to stay. I know of at least twelve of us, but most are in the other ocean. I was on this coast when this half of the year came around, so I came to this ocean. I think there are maybe other kinds of shark people." He has spotted Josie, but perhaps he doesn't know about what kinds of werewolves there are.

Cinnamon goes silent, thinking furiously fast for a few heartbeats -- then looks at Arvid, then Kahiau, "Okay, so... if I try to keep talking to you, to keep you close to the ship for a while... and then, later, Thorn here can heal you, will you promise not to eat any more sapients, please? -and is that okay with you too, Captain?" She adds worriedly to Thorn, "How long do you need to wait before you try again, Thorny?"

Thorn thinks fast -- he does not like the idea of a sapient man-eater roaming the oceans! "Give me a few hours -- maybe... maybe half a day?" he says wanly. He has to find something -- some way to make this work.

Cinnamon nods cheerfully, "Okay!" then turns to beam hopefully at the werewolf captain and the shark man, as she waits for their thoughts as well.

Arvid considers, arms crossed over his chest. He doesn't want to say it aloud because he knows it would upset Cinnamon, but he doesn't think he could simply let a sapient man-eater just go again. That's just a little much. "He can stay alongside. You've had enough to eat?"

Kahiau nods, "Yes. That cow should hold me for a while."

Fraser hmms, "We can possibly even rig some kind of harness? Just in case he gets a little distracted and tries to swim off."

Cinnamon brightens at Fraser, "Oooh, what a good idea!" She beams at Kahiau, "Would that help, maybe?" She grins as she adds, "Also, are you willing to make the promise?" She remembers quite well, after all, being warned about tricksy talking supernatural entities!

Kahiau considers for perhaps a little too long before he says, "I can make that promise."

Cinnamon tilts her head curiously at him... then glances surreptitiously sideways at Shane. Was that true? The half-beansidhe has been listening quietly, with narrowed eyes. He nods slowly as if it's true, but he's reluctant. Cinnamon frowns thoughtfully as she considers. How could something be true, but also not true? Finally she says slowly, "Please forgive me for asking this... but does that also mean you'll keep the promise?"

Kahiau smirks a little, "You're a smart one. I will keep the promise." Shane relaxes a little and nods again.

Cinnamon beams delightedly at that, "Thank you, Mr. Kahiau!" She blinks then, her eyes widening, "Oooh -- I bet I get it!" Her exuberantly delighted grin returns as she continues, "Your name -- selfless generosity? I bet it's not a joke -- I bet it's code! A code for you -- for how you can end your curse!" She laughs excitedly, and adds, "What do you think? Is that the sort of thing Kamoho might do? I don't remember him as being mean-spirited, after all?" Shane is grinning at the cheerful, beaming little dragon -- as she bounces, her hair's changing color flashes scarlet in the sun!

Kahiau smirks, "Like I said -- his little joke. All of us are named things like that. It is hard for us. We are cursed because we were not generous. Nature is hard to change."

Cinnamon is almost stuttering with excitement, "R-right -- er, no -- I m-mean -- that's it! That's what you m-maybe need to do to lose the curse? As in: be selflessly generous?!" She's bouncing on her toes as she adds to her friends, "Isn't that like totally how fairy tale curses and stuff are sometimes, too?!"

Fraser nods, "It is how some curses work, yes. You have to meet certain conditions for them to end."

Cinnamon nodnods excitedly at Fraser! -- then whirls to beam at Kahiau, "Right! So, like... maybe keep that in mind, you know? Oh! But -- but one last question, please?" She's still beaming excitedly, "So, like, if I'm your Councilor... how can I best represent and help you and your people?"

Kahiau tilts his head, "Me and my people? I don't know. For me, you can make me not cursed -- but that's something I've gone to wise people about, and they keep telling me that only I can lift it. You're going to have to go to the other ocean and ask."

Cinnamon nods interestedly, "Okay? So, how do I call them to find them to talk to?" She grins as she hears he himself must lift the curse -- as far as she's concerned, that's another sign that her guess is right! She tries to remember what Kamoho is god of, too... just sharks? Or other stuff too?

Kahiau considers, then says, "There's a holy woman back in the town I grew up in." He gives Cinnamon the town's name, in Samoa, adding, "Maybe you can ask her. She's old. Her grandmother was a holy woman too. They might know better."

Cinnamon nods happily several times, "Okay! Thank you very much!" She grins excitedly at her friends as she adds, "That's all the questions I have -- do any of you want to ask anything?" She grins cheerfully up at Kahiau as she adds, "You too, actually -- do you have any questions?"

Kahiau studies Fraser, "You said harness. You don't trust me to stay?"

Fraser replies promptly, "Not in the least! I know how curses are -- and I know greed and hunger too. You're going to stay until Thorn can try again." There's an implacability in his voice, despite the fact that the Scots werewolf is usually fairly laid-back.

Cinnamon's small smile at Fraser is rueful, before she nods to Kahiau, "He really does." She thinks for a moment, then adds curiously, "If you're in the water... can you stay human? Or will you automatically turn back to a megalodon in an hour?"

Kahiau shakes his head, "I can stay human for a while, but I will change back soon. The curse is that I will be the shark."

Cinnamon nods thoughtfully, "Okay, so the harness has to fit the shark shape." She looks hopefully at Fraser, "What did you have in mind, Frazey?"

Fraser chuckles a little at the nickname, "We can make one of rope. We've got plenty aboard. I mean, if we can make one to fit a lovely winged critter of a similar size..." His green eyes twinkle, "And I think that particular critter might help us wrangle a grumpy shark if wee have to."

Cinnamon laughs excitedly, "Oh, I'd be happy to -- especially if Thorny can fix Kahiau right up -- and then Kahiau won't have to eat intelligent creatures any more!" She whirls excitedly to add to Kahiau, "Do you maybe know your measurements?!" Then she blinks at the interesting thought: actually, she doesn't know her own draconic measurements! She suspects she's not completely full grown yet, though... considering in the video of herself flying, she'd noticed her paw-hands and head seemed a bit large still, compared to the rest of her!

Thorn nods, "I'm going to do some studying, and look over some of my notes. Maybe I need to visualize the eye better, or focus more... give me a few hours, and then we'll see if that works!" Cinnamon nodnods happily! Thorn sequesters himself in his cabin with all the texts, notes, and suchlike that he brought with him. He sketches out what he knows of eye anatomy, trying to get it focused and solid in his mind.

Up on deck, Kahiau doesn't know his own measurements -- but when he gets back into the seawater, he stays close enough to let two of the Havvarger get in with him and tie the harness. They don't tell him that Cinnamon is watching closely and could turn him into seared shark steaks if she has to, of course! The little dragon beams excitedly down at the gigantic shark from where she's leaning way out over the railing to watch! Once the harness is completed -- and carefully fastened to the ship in such a fashion that Kahiau can't just bite through it -- she waves and calls cheerfully, "Remember, stay close to the ship, please, Mr. Kahiau!" Then she adds quietly to Shane, standing next to her, "We've just got to find all the curse-sharks -- to make sure none of them are eating intelligent folks!"

Shane nods, "We do. Because if there are a dozen of them... that's a lot of potentially dangerous giant carnivores out there half the year."

Cinnamon nodnods emphatically! Then she sighs, leaning her chin on her crossed hands, resting on the ship's railing, "I wonder if the non-cursed shark people could help? ...and if they're as oddly beautiful...?" She smiles faintly, watching the huge, pale shape swaying smoothly through the water, next to the ship... it really is beautiful, in its own way. Dangerous as wow! ...but also beautiful.

Shane leans against the rail as well, arms crossed on it as he watches the megalodon, "I'm sure they are. Most animals are beautiful. Even the kind of alien-looking ones are pretty fascinating. I mean..." he shrugs, "they may be scary or disconcerting to humans, but humans are weird." It doesn't seem to occur to Shane that he was raised human, or that some supernaturals might consider him human due to his half-breed status.

Cinnamon giggles at that, her eyes sparkling as she grins at Shane -- and she blushes slightly as it occurs to her: Shane himself is really... well, kinda beautiful too! Shane grins at Cinnamon as she giggles and gives her a little wink, "I think we'll need to have people keep a watch on him. If it's going to take Thorn twelve hours to recharge... well, I know Kahiau promised, and it felt like the truth... but I don't really trust him."

Cinnamon nods ruefully at that, then also checks with Captain Arvid: would he like her to stick on deck for just-in-case? She can always work on her language lessons here instead of in her cabin, if he wants? Arvid considers, "Stay close if you can. If you're quick to wake, you can nap, if you need to. I think he'll behave. And if he doesn't... I don't think he knows exactly what he's against. He's seen Josie, but he doesn't know that a pack of wolves is aboard and that we can take down quite large prey."

Cinnamon nods gravely, "Hopefully he'll be well behaved!" After that she settles down in her out-of-the-way deck chair, with her warm blanket, hot tea, and laptop... and continues working on her Greek language computer lessons.

Earlier, once Thorn is sequestered, there's a light knock on his door, and Willem comes in, "I've got a book on shark anatomy that might help a little...?"

Thorn brightens. "That'll be perfect! Thank you, Willem! May I borrow it?"

Willem nods and hands the book over, "I've got a few things like this. We sometimes have to deal with big creatures. We've... ahh... caught a few of them -- non-sapient, of course -- and I had to butcher them."

Thorn nods, accepting the book and not at all worried by this. It's not like they're just taking the fin of the sharks, after all -- the Havvarger are eating the whole thing. "Mmm. It makes sense. Hopefully this'll help with our erstwhile guest, especially since it means he'll be keeping his promise." He hopes so, at least! In his notebook is a pencil sketch of an eye. He starts a new picture, based on the shark's eye from Willem's book. "I don't even know if this is possible to do."

Willem smiles, "You gave Rafe back his voice. It's theoretically possible."

Thorn smiles to Willem, "Theoretically so, yes. We'll see! Thank you again, Willem. I think this book is really going to help."

Kahiau behaves for the hours that go. Perhaps he's lulled by the waves. Perhaps he's just content to keep his promise. Maybe he wants to be healed. Maybe he just thinks he can take advantage of the ship again for another cow or other easy food. Whatever the reason is, twelve hours pass in the relative peace of what it takes to run a sailing ship. Cinnamon sighs in relief at that, and beams when she sees Thorn come on deck again, "Hi there, Thorny! Ready to try again? Want us to call Kahiau up for you?" Thorn comes out on deck once he's finally absorbed all he could of Willem's book on shark anatomy -- specifically, the eye and orbital region of the skull. He's drawn sketches, diagrams, done everything he could to understand what makes a shark's eye work. Hopefully he can use that knowledge to induce the magic to re-form Kahiau's eye.

Cinnamon also quietly asks one of the nearby crew if they could maybe light up the deck a bit more, please, so Thorn can see well for his medical examination of the shark-man? It's well after sunset by now, after all... though not yet midnight. The night is cool and windy, and the stars overhead are utterly glorious! The crew is happy to light some extra lanterns for this. They want it to work as well -- because none of them want a sapient man-eater on the loose! Cinnamon leans over the railing once everyone's ready, and waves at the enormous shark, "Halloo, Mr. Kahiau! Could you please come up on deck in human form? Our healer Thorn is ready to try again!"

The shark becomes the man, and climbs up onto the deck. He's looking perhaps a little impatient, but he does as he said he would. Cinnamon grins cheerfully, "Thank you! Hopefully this will work awesomely for you this time!"

Thorn nods, taking in a deep breath. "Okay," he says, a bit tensely. "So, if you would please just stand still, and I'll try not to take too much time!" He then closes his eyes, trying to focus the magic once again -- this time to form an eye -- an eye like the one he's been studying for the past twelve hours. How it fits into the skull, how it moves with muscles, how it focuses and angles... he's also very careful to envision the eye in its entirety! This isn't just a tendon of a vocal chord this time. It's something a lot more complex. But he keeps his mind focused, envisioning the eye, visualizing the eye taking shape in the empty socket....

Watching this is... almost unnerving, yet also fascinating. Where there was a scarred and empty socket, flesh begins to reform. The scar opens and fades. Eyelids reform. The eye also re-shapes. That part might be a little strange to watch because it happens from the inside out, because of the way Thorn envisions it taking place with all the correct anatomy. When he's done, Kahiau has a whole eye. Not all of his scarring is gone, but the man once again has binocular vision.

Cinnamon gasps excitedly as she sees the scars melting away and the eye starting to form... and once Thorn is done, she applauds and cheers, "Yay, Thorny -- you're awesomesauce, dude!" She bounces happily on her toes, beaming gleefully, "What do you think, Mr. Kahiau? Good?"

Thorn lets out a breath, feeling drained. "There... I think... that should do it. How is your eyesight?" Cinnamon grins and gives Thorn an exuberant hug! -and surreptitiously makes sure the poor guy can stand okay, too!

Kahiau had been looking sort of skeptical and smirking... but now he looks stunned -- even a bit pale -- when Thorn is all done. The bad scarring down the side of his body is still there, but that wasn't what Thorn was going for. Regrowing an eye is miraculous enough! The shark-man's voice is a croak, "What are you people..."

Cinnamon beams excitedly, "So it's working? Your new eye? Yay!" She proudly adds, "Thorn is human -- but he's also an awesome magic user!" She is, of course, not about to out anyone here, however! She figures telling Kahiau she's a Councilor should let him know she's a supernatural too, already... even if it doesn't tell him what kind she is.

Kahiau's knees are obviously starting to buckle -- and then he finds himself with Fraser on one side and Bjarke on the other. Of course, it's not actually a coincidence that two of the Havvargers' most powerful members were right there near him, should anything go pear-shaped. Nor is it a coincidence that Spice and Aisling were both belowdecks with Willem. Cinnamon squeaks in startlement, holding out a hand, "Oh! Are you okay, Mr. Kahiau?" She hastily helps Thorn to her nearby seat, then looks worriedly back at the shark-man, "Do you need... a drink or something?" She smiles at Thorn, "You too -- what do you need, Thorny?"

Arvid rumbles almost sternly, "You already knew we weren't just humans, Kahiau. You just thought maybe you were dealing with some kind of low-level elves or something, didn't you. And now you can hunt fish... and you are going to just hunt fish... and you have seen that selfless generosity is real."

Thorn smiles quietly to Kahiau, then blinks and reaches to help him sit -- though fortunately the two werewolves are already there. "Whoa, easy! Careful... do you want some water? And I'm hoping to be a good magic user. For now, I'm a healer." He smiles tiredly to Cinnamon, "Water would be great, please! I'm a bit wiped..."

Cinnamon is about to trot off to get some water for both men -- but then pauses. Maaaybe the dragon should stay on deck for just in case! She smiles wryly at herself, then quietly asks one of the smaller crewmen if they could get a drink of water for both men, please? It's just a moment or two before Thorn has not only a water, but also a small hip flask, should he want it. After that arrives, Cinnamon turns to study Kahiau with interest -- how does he react to the captain's words? She's really, really hoping Kahiau doesn't try to renege on his promise, after all!

Kahiau look carefully around himself. He's blinking more than usual, and rubbing his eyes -- as if making sure they're both there -- or maybe as if he's trying to clear his vision. Shane smiles a bit, "There's no illusion going on. But you made a promise. No more sapients." Cinnamon nods encouragingly!

Kahiau nods slowly. He seems to be getting a little more steady on his feet, "You... healed me. And you fed me... and I promised. It's just a few months longer and I will be able to go home. I will go to the holy woman. I will see what I can do to be more selfless." He says this last like he really doesn't want to say it.

Cinnamon is so excited at that, that she squeaks, "Oh, yay!" and throws her arms around the shark-man in a quick, congratulatory hug! Kahiau doesn't recoil, but he does stand there with his arms slightly held out, looking puzzled. He is obviously not a hugger. This makes several people chuckle. Cinnamon giggles a bit self-consciously as she hastily steps back, "Sorry! Sorry, uhmm..." She coughs, then adds warmly, "So, major congrats, dude!"

Kahiau nods slowly. Shane, however, has his hand over his mouth -- watching the little dragon be so enthusiastic, at someone that doesn't know how to deal with enthusiasm, is rather cute! The half-beansidhe puts a hand on Cinnamon's shoulder, then says to the shark-man, "Yes. Congratulations." Then he looks at Thorn, adding dryly, "I think we need to feed our healer and get him into a warm bed."

Cinnamon grins excitedly up at Shane, still tremendously thrilled at Thorn's success! She's still beaming as she happily adds to Kahiau, "Oh! Also, if any of the rest of you are eating sapients, let them know, please, that they don't have to? We'll gladly try to help however we can, okay? -well, I will... and I'll try my best, promise! It, umm... well, it is kinda my job, after all?"

Thorn nods to Shane, a little bleary-eyed by now, "Thank you, Shane. Yes, uh... food and bed sound really good, actually!"

Cinnamon waggles her fingers shyly to Kahiau, "Happy swimming, Mr. Kahiau!" Then she turns to Thorn, "C'mon, guy -- let's get you belowdecks! Then Josie and I can tell Spice everything that happened too!" Kahiau agrees to let the others know, if they're eating sapients, about the new councilor. He did know about Liam too, after all. Then he's off into the dark ocean again, and the crew gets Thorn belowdecks for warm food and drink before they cheerfully tuck him into his rack.

It's a bit later, while Josie and Cinnamon are telling Aisling and Spice about what happened with Kahiau, that Cinnamon gasps and straightens, her eyes bright with excitement, "Oh! I just realized something, you all!" The wolf shifter, sidhe, and hacker all give Cinnamon their various curious looks: Josie's head is tilted to the side, Aisling's brows go up, and Spice has an expression which looks almost blank, if you don't know her. Cinnamon grins excitedly, "Kahiau understood me speaking to him -- and that's part of what made him stop, I think, so he could ask where I'd learned the language! So, you know what this means?" She beams with pleasure as she nearly bounces, "It means learning the languages of the people I'm supposed to represent was a good decision on my part!"

Josie grins and nods, "Yeah. It means you at least took the time to learn a little bit rather than just barging in and being the white girl thinking you know something."

Spice nods too, "You're not being the colonizer."

Cinnamon beams and nodnods happily! A second later she gasps again, eyes wide and her hands flying up to her cheeks in sudden excitement, "Oh my gosh, you all! Do you know what else this was?!" She's definitely bouncing a bit with excitement, on the bunk now! "It was totally my very first 'doing good things' for the folks I'm supposed to be representing! So, like, this means I'm actually hopefully on the right track for them too, right? Do you think?!"

Aisling's golden eyes twinkle as she watches the excitable little dragon bounce on the bed. She knows Cinnamon doesn't realize how much of drab, sad, mousy little Mary Brown is being left behind, and how much of Cinnamon O'Donnell is starting to take her place, the further along they go. "Cain�al, sweetheart, you've been on the right track since the moment you stepped onto Coblyn Street months back."

Cinnamon laughs excitedly, almost wriggling with happiness -- she's deeply relieved to think she's maybe going to be an acceptable councilor and substitute for Liam! "Oh, not then, surely! I was so scared I almost ran away -- several times that day, you know?" Honesty compels her to add, a moment later, "Though it really wasn't just me this time -- it was all of us working together that really made it work, I thi-in..." She blinks, her voice trailing off as her eyes widen again.

When she finally speaks, Cinnamon's voice is almost hushed, "Oh, my gooosh... you guys -- you guys! I think this w-was -- maybe, like -- like, it was actually teamwork, wasn't it? All of us working together to accomplish our goal, and actually helping each other to succeed?" She takes a deep breath, her eyes perhaps a bit bright, and chokes out with a hint of not-quite-tearful pride, "And if we really did that, if that's what really happened, then -- then that means I can work with a team! -and, and my old family can... can just go jump off a pier!"

Josie mutters something under her breath, grumbling and scowling. Spice snorts and nudges the wolf shifter with her elbow, "Yes, we're her family now, but she can't help thinking of those asshats as family, Jo!"

Cinnamon turns a bit pink with embarrassment at that! Aisling smiles, "Yes, we worked as a team. We're good at that! At least, the half of the council that have our heads screwed on correctly are. It's why we're all still safe."

Cinnamon grins excitedly again at that, and nearly hugs herself with happiness -- before she remembers: she can hug her friends and here-family! She's laughing and sniffling as she gives all three women a big, warm, overjoyed hug... and when she finally sits back down on the bunk she's wiping away tears even as she's still beaming. A little later, though, she blinks interestedly and murmurs, "Not... barging in as a colonizer... oh!" She nibbles her lower lip with a bit of worry, then hesitantly asks, "Hey, umm... Josie and Aisling? C-can I ask some questions, er... hopefully without being rude, please?"

Aisling nods with a serene smile. Josie growfs firmly, "You can be rude with me -- that's what friends are for! Friends know that you don't mean to be rude, and you're asking the question in good faith. You're asking a friend so you don't ask it and offend someone that doesn't know you're not trying to be a jerkface."

Cinnamon blushes hotly -- she really doesn't want to be a jerkface, after all! -- but makes herself ask (only a little stumblingly), "Okay, so, umm... s-so I, I w-wanted to check, like, before we all dropped in on Sparrow's folks at the reservation, you know? Like... um, is, um, is the reservation as poor as most of the ones I've read about?" She hesitates... then takes a deep breath and plunges on! "And, er, sh-should the councilors be bringing, er... 'gifts' and stuff -- especially me, since I, er, I... uh, tend to eat kinda a lot after d-dragoning? -uh, a-and are there, ahhh... rooms to let, or a motel, or do we have to rent a car and check into a hotel near the reservation?!" She hesitates, then adds in a small, worried voice, "Do they, um... even know about all of us? The supernaturals, I mean?"

Josie's face goes serious, "Yes. The rez is pretty poor. There's issues getting water and electricity. Groceries tend to be stupidly expensive. I tend to go and buy a bunch of supplies and bring 'em in when I go. Like a bunch of those big five-gallon bottles of water, and bags of flour and sugar and stuff... and just some stuff like sodas and things, because, like, a twelve-pack of soda can be $20 at the rez grocery. If you're gonna need food like that, we'll need to bring some of it in. There's the casino, but... that doesn't always help. The rez is still... well, the rez."

Cinnamon nods several times, absently nibbling her lower lip again as she thinks... then she says hesitantly, "Well, um... w-would it be, like, okay if I, er... if I kinda... 'sponsored' a barbeque or cookout or something, the day after the meeting? Would that be too pushy? -or w-would it maybe be an okay way to say thank you?" She thinks a moment, then adds, "Can Sparrow be called, there? Should I be running this past him first? Oh! Also, maybe I could ask him to make, maybe, like a -- a landing zone with flashlights or lanterns or glowsticks or something like that... for around 9:00 or 10:00 that night?"

Josie grins, her tail wagging, "Sparrow usually has a big feast for us while we're there! He goes hunting with some of the folks from the rez. I like to go with him -- it's fun! I bring in some of the veggies and stuff. He tries to keep his people pretty well-supplied, but he's just one person, y'know? There's some animal people there, too. It's water and stuff they can't grow easily that's the big problem."

Cinnamon nods again, "Okay, so they know about us, then? Good -- that means I won't scare anyone when I come flying in. So can we call Sparrow before we go? And... can you tell me more about what they can't grow there, please, JoJo? I am totally down with loading up on veggies, after all -- the weight won't bother me at all!"

Aisling's eyes twinkle, "The visits there tend to be... interesting for those like Marcus. There's nothing luxurious. The folks on the rez make room for us to stay with them. Some of us camp, but there's no hotel or big mansions or anything. It's pretty rustic."

Cinnamon looks worried, "Camping? Oh... oh, dear. I, um... l-left behind all the camping stuff m-my parents tried to -- to, er... foist on me..." She takes a deep breath, determinedly reminding herself that since her parents won't be there... surely it won't be as horrible this time! "C-could I, umm... well, crab cakes. Is there anyone on Coblyn that sells that kind of gear?" She's mentally totting up her likely gear-load: four riders, all their camping gear, all her new camping gear, what else... as many veggies and things as she can hastily purchase -- maybe Spice can help with that? -- oh, gosh, maybe she should have saved those hated camping lists of things she needed to take with her!

Josie grins, "My tent is big. You can stay with me. I like having people stay with me."

Aisling leans forward and stage-whispers, "Josie's tent is actually a yurt -- a family of ten could stay with her!"

Cinnamon gives a small gasp of relief at Josie's invitation, "Oh, thank goodness! I would love to, please, Josie!" She thinks a moment, then hesitantly adds, "W-would it be, er... n-not too rude of me to ask you if we could maybe... er, invite Thorn and Shane to stay there too, if they come along?"

Josie looks surprised, "Of course they're invited. They're family." She says this like she was sure Cinnamon already knew that -- and as if she was sure the guys knew it, too! "We'll pick up the food in a town nearer the rez so it's fresher. Like, fly in, drop stuff off, and then go back out and get stuff."

Cinnamon tilts her head curiously, "They... have a van or something we can rent, then?" She looks puzzled, "Wait, why wouldn't food we brought in be fresh? We're only going to be flying for about four hours, after all?"

Josie thinks about that, "True. I usually am traveling for a longer amount of time..."

Spice huhs, "Oh, I figured it would lighten your load."

Cinnamon smiles uncertainly at Spice, "Er, what would? I... wasn't really worried about weight -- more that everything would be securely fastened, you know?"

Spice grins, "Hey, Bosslady, if you can carry it, we'll help out with it!"

Cinnamon grins in relief, "Oh, thank you! I w-was hoping I could ask you to help with that stuff -- especially since Josie knows what to get, but I d-don't, you know?" She glances inquiringly at Josie, "So... lots of veggies, soda, water... what else, please?" She thinks, then grins ruefully, "A cow -- better have a cow, so I don't eat them out of house and home when I arrive! Though I'm guessing, from the way you're talking, that it is possible to call Sparrow once we're there, maybe?"

Josie hmms, "I don't know about calling him. He just... knows we're there. He says the wind tells him." She grins at that as if she thinks it's a joke.

Aisling, however, says, "He might not be entirely teasing about that."

Cinnamon rolls her eyes amusedly, "Yeah, well, the winds don't tell me how to get there, or if it's okay to maybe have a post-meeting thank you feast for the folks that live there!" She grins and shrugs, "Well, it can't hurt to try calling, right?" Then she brightens abruptly, "Oh! Cafe Prague -- do you think maybe they could make a really big to-go dinner for us, that I could carry along? Then we wouldn't have to worry anyone about feeding us on arrival?"

Aisling smiles, "I think he has some kind of... he's a shifter, but I also think he has an affinity for animals. When he says the wind, I think he means birds and possibly insects. There's no cell coverage deep into the rez where he lives, but they do use HAM radios and long-range walkie-talkies." She chuckles quietly, adding, "And Cafe Prague would be happy to do something like that for you, sweetie."

Cinnamon looks relieved... then frowns thoughtfully, "So... okay, that means there must be a phone for the campgrounds, and they use walkie-talkies to call folks further in -- got it! Okay, in that case I think I will try calling Sparrow there, once we're back in Boston. There's only so much I can do with google map coordinates, after all, to get there!" She thinks for a bit, then nods firmly, "Okay! So once we hit Boston, gotta buy a ton of camping gear, and all the water and veggies we can find, right?" She looks at Josie, adding, "Anything else we should get?" and then hopefully at Spice, "Would, um... would you be willing t-to do the shopping, Spice? If, er, if... it's not too much bother?"

Josie laughs, "Seriously! Get inside the bounds of the rez and Sparrow will find you!" She grins, "But if you want to have them get hold of him, you can. You don't have to buy anything but a sleeping back if you wanna. I got everything we'll need to stay comfy."

Aisling nods, "Josie's yurt is set up like she's waiting to have to take in somebody's family... and Sparrow would love for you to have a feast after all the business is taken care of."

Cinnamon sighs in relief, "Oh, good! Okay, that makes things a bit easier, then!" She beams at Josie, "Thank you so much, JoJo! So, I've got veggies and water and soda on the shopping list, and anything else you say is good to take... but is there anything you need or want as well?" She makes a mental note: if she flies over the reservation as a dragon, she should keep a sharp eye out for any other flying creatures... since they'll likely be Sparrow! She should politely ask him to guide her in, if she can't find him on the phone before departure. Admittedly, she'd prefer the little lighted landing zone she's mentioned twice... but from the way people are reacting, that's... not really a 'thing' for Sparrow or the area?

Josie looks serene, "I have stuff all prepared -- going to the rez is a treat for me! I can't think of anything else you might want to get, and Sparrow will have everything else that you really need. If you want to take him a present, you can. He likes shiny things. He doesn't really... need anything? He's simple. He's got food and water and shelter, and people to get cozy and sexy with, and family. He likes sparklies and things that make him laugh."

Cinnamon nods slowly, making another mental note: she should apparently get a present for Sparrow too! Not just a nice, big, thank you feast for the people there, then. Interesting! She'd half-thought he'd be happiest with helping out his folks. Well, no worries! If she can find something pretty and shiny, she'll get it too! Then she wonders idly what it would cost to wire a reservation for, say, electricity -- so they can have phones and clean water and such. Hmm, she'll have to look into that... especially since it's quite possible some of the Arctic peoples she's supposed to be representing may have those issues too!

Aisling says with a quiet smile, "We'll let Sparrow know you'll need a landing zone, sweetie -- we'll call before we leave. The general GPS directions should get us there just fine, since we know generally where it is. Knowing what the landing zone should look like should help."

Cinnamon throws Aisling a grateful glance, "Oh, excellent! Thank you, Aisling -- I was starting to wonder if it was rude to ask about that, or something!" After that the conversation eases off into discussion of who will be purchasing what, and where to meet, and so on.

After the excitement of meeting Kahiau, the next days go remarkably smoothly! Thorn takes a day to rest, but after that he's pretty much recovered from his extraordinary esoteric efforts for Kahiau -- while Spice is slightly grumpy that no one thought to film the miracle! Cinnamon finishes learning Greek, then starts on Japanese.

When Shane hears the little dragon talking to herself as she goes through the on-line lessons, he comes over to practice with her -- which causes her to go pink with pleasure, and (unwittingly) to also take longer than she really needs, in order to pick up a new tongue... but it's just so much fun to carefully chatter in Japanese with Shane! Shane is happy to practice with Cinnamon, especially since he doesn't get to work on the language very often... though he usually spends some time in Himeko's shop to do just that. Of course, Shane spends time in most of the shops and other establishments on Coblyn, so he knows them well.

Aside from that, life is relaxed and stress-free on the Valkyrie, past the effort necessary to ensure the lovely, sleek ship continues smoothly on her way towards Boston. In fact, it's five days later, very early in the morning on the 14th day, that the yell comes from the crows nest, "Land hooooo!"

The adventurers are almost home once more.

Cinnamon checks with Shane: can he guide her to the widest point in Coblyn Street tonight, when they head off to Texas, for her to use as her take-off zone? Also, will he be coming along? She's trying to look casually curious, of course -- she has no idea just how hopeful she looks, to those in the know! Shane smiles, "Of course I'll help you find a good takeoff point, though a rooftop might be better. Top of the council chambers has a good flat roof."

Cinnamon blinks interestedly, pushing up her glasses, "Oh! I didn't think of that -- okay! Sounds good to me!" She grins hopefully as she waits to hear his decision on the second question, too.

Shane thinks a bit before replying, "Things are probably pretty calm on Coblyn. If they look like they're going to stay calm, I'm happy to come along with you all to Texas. I mean, an extra set of eyes and ears might not be a bad idea." He doesn't speak his quiet thought out loud: [especially since the ears are ears that can often pick up on lies.]

Cinnamon beams excitedly, "Awesome! Okay, we can all fly there together and stay in Josie's yurt!" She gives Shane an exuberant hug -- and then, of course, turns bright red! She backs off hastily, changing the subject as she gabbles, "Just, ah, j-just got to reach Sparrow too, next!" She whips out her cell phone, checking for bars... then whews as she realizes: they're finally close enough to Boston that she can try a call, now!

Shane grins and nods, "You'll have to call and it may be... a while before you hear back. Sparrow has a somewhat tenuous grasp on the word 'hurry.'"

Cinnamon giggles and nods as she listens to the phone ring, "Yeah, I figured that might be the case, since Aisling said they used walkie-talkies... so the longer I give him to get back to me, the better, I figured!"

The phone is answered by a person with a husky, gender-indeterminate voice. The accent isn't exactly Texan, though it does have a certain western kind of lilt to it. "Hello?"

Cinnamon adds almost absently, "So I'll leave a message with the why of my call, and he can get back to m- ah!" She listens to the greeting, then cheerfully says, "Hi, there! I'm trying to reach Sparrow, please, though I know he's hard to get sometimes. So I thought I'd give you the message, if that's okay, and he can get back to me whenever?"

The person on the other end of the phone laughs, "You're right; it can take a little while to get him to answer messages. I'm Kestrel. Who's calling and what message can I leave with the old man?"

Cinnamon says happily, "Thank you so much! Okay, could you tell Sparrow, please, that I'll be flying in with some friends as..." She pauses, realizing this person may have no idea what's going on! Quickly editing herself, she continues, "As, um... we want to have a day before our Council meeting, so... so, um, we're flying in tonight, okay? So, um, could he maybe have someone lay out some lanterns or flashlights or... or glowsticks or something, at about... let's see, about nine or ten tonight your time, in whatever large, flat, open spot he'd like us to land in, please? And also, er... i-is it okay if I, um... if I m-maybe... sorta, um... held a... like a barbeque or cookout or something for everyone there, to say thanks?" She mentally crosses her fingers that she sounds polite and helpful -- with a name like Kestrel, she's guessing this person is in the know, after all... but best not to assume, she thinks! "Er, the day after the meeting, I mean?"

Kestrel makes verbal nods, and there's the sound of pen or pencil scratching on paper -- like they're taking this note the old-fashioned way. Of course, a lot of messages amongst the supernaturals are done that way, since a physical paper-trail is safer than an electronic one. When Cinnamon gets to the end of the message, Kestrel speaks with a smile in their voice, "I'll give him the message. But who is the message from?"

"Oh! I di- I'm so sorry, Kestrel!" Cinnamon blushes hotly, relieved that the phone doesn't show her face, "This is Cinnamon!" Then she sighs, facepalming silently -- she's pretty sure she squeaked her name too, darnit!

Kestrel ahhs and chuckles, "Some of this makes a little more sense, then. I was about to give you kind of an official, legal-disclaimer speech about the rez being restricted airspace and how you'd have to file a flight plan and how it might be too late and all that. You ain't likely to hear back from Sparrow tonight. He's way back in the rez, but I'll make sure we've got a landing strip laid out for you."

There's a moment of silence, and then they continue, "Some of the others are already here... and a barbecue would be great. Give folks here a chance for a party and they'll love you forever. We'll also drown you in fry bread." There's a quiet chuckle, "So... you'll be in tonight, yeah? After dark? We'll have a bed for you, cause ain't no way you can put up a tent easily after dark out here if you don't know the rez."

Cinnamon sighs in relief, "Oh, you, er... you know, then? Thanks so much for your patience, in that case!" She pauses, thinking... then says cautiously, "Er, though... is there anything I should watch out for on the flight in? I don't want to hurt anything or anyone, after all?" A moment later she hastily adds, "Oh! Also, I'll be coming in with Josie, Aisling, Shane, and Thorn. Er... if it's not too much to ask, could they have beds too, please?"

There's more pen-on-paper scratching and some murmuring, "Oh, we have beds set aside for several people, and Josie's normal place is set aside for her yurt, but you definitely need daylight to set that monster up. The only thing to look out for are the powerlines a few miles out, but they've got these glow-in-the-dark basketball things on them. You'll miss them easily."

Cinnamon mouths silently to Shane, 'Who is Kestrel?!' She knows they're very pretty little birds of prey, but that's about it! She also knows it's a darned good chance this person is not a kestrel, any more than Sparrow is! Shane mouths back, 'Tell you after.' Cinnamon nods in relief, then replies to Kestrel, "Oh, good. Okay! Well, unless you have any questions or directions for me, then, that's all I had to say?"

Kestrel's husky voice has a smile in it, "Coming from the west is safest and clearest. It keeps the light out of your eyes the best. I'll make sure the landing spot is circular, so it doesn't look like a lighted road. Two concentric circles. A good target, yes?"

Cinnamon beams, "Oh, yes, please! From the west, and look for two concentric circles. That'll be perfect. Thank you so much!"

Kestrel replies with calm cheer, "We'll see you tonight, then. I'll have Sparrow there to greet you. He's not rude, he just tends to be busy and being gregarious as people arrive. He's looking forward to seeing you and Josie a lot."

Cinnamon laughs! "Oh, I know he's not being rude -- he's being a good host, right?" She grins and says her thank you's and goodbyes, then hangs up and beams at Shane, "Fantabulous! I think we're all set for the flight in! Also, Sparrow's really looking forward to seeing us all, too!" She pauses, counting on her fingers, then frowns thoughtfully, "Though... the flight back will get us into Boston really late! Hm... unless..." She considers a bit more, then checks with her companion, "Hey, Shane... you know your 'don't see me' necklace? Would that work on me if I were a dragon?"

Shane mms, "You're asking if you can fly into Boston with it, as a dragon? I mean... I don't know if that would work. I'm not sure we should risk it without a trial. As for who Kestrel is: Kestrel's a two-spirit. I'm not sure what kind of person Kestrel is of the supernatural sort, only that they are."

Cinnamon sighs and nods, "Okay, we'll just have to arrive in Boston at like, three in the morning -- sorry!" She grins curiously and tilts her head as she adds, "Two-spirit? Is that what they call a shapeshifter, like Josie?"

Shane smiles, "No, she's a shifter. Two-spirits are people that see the world from both male and female perspectives. White people call them transgender or nonbinary. In India they're called... uhm... Hijra, I think? Kestrel's pretty cool; you'll like them. They've got this aura of calm. You know how everyone feels really relaxed around Elias?"

Cinnamon nods with interest -- this is new! "They did sound really calm, that's true...?"

Shane nods, "Kestrel can rebuild an engine, sew you a dress, plant a garden, hunt down a deer, or keep a dozen kids entertained all day. They keep Sparrow mostly in line when he's home. They're not his spouse or anything, but they're kind of his partner in a way? They really liked when people started using 'they' as a pronoun pretty widely. Before that they just used whatever pronouns people randomly used when first meeting them."

Cinnamon blinks as she pushes her glasses up, intrigued, "Huh! So a two-spirit is just a really well-rounded person too, it sounds like?" She grins shyly, "Neat! I hope I'm that clever and skilled someday too!"

Shane considers, then shakes his head, "Not exactly. You'll understand when you meet Kestrel."

The tide is with the voyagers, so they get into shore a little sooner than expected. The Havvarger are a bit sad to see their passengers and new friends go, and there are more than a few damp eyes. Cinnamon tightly hugs all of the Havvarger who're willing -- she's kinda sniffly herself as well! She'd enjoyed herself tremendously on the lovely wooden sailing ship, and she asks for a business card from Captain Arvid so she can tell everyone at the Council just how wonderful the Valkyrie is!

Thorn thanks each of the Havvarger, then checks up specifically on the two he helped with healing -- them, he tells to contact him soonest, if they have any problems at all! He's... a bit misty-eyed. They've all been through a lot together! It's a very bittersweet parting, but he knows for certain that he'll be seeing them again, someday... even if he has to arrange for a trip back to Ireland himself!

Cinnamon has carefully planned her return to Coblyn, so she doesn't exhaust herself during the day when she has a four hour flight planned for that night! First she asks everyone who's flying with her if they could bring all their sturdiest bags or packs or duffels or whatever, so they can all be filled up with veggies, five-gallon jugs of water, and soda bottles! Then she checks with Spice: would it be all right to ask her to please buy all the veggies, water, and soda that she can find, and have it delivered to Cinnamon's cottage, please?

After that, Cinnamon shyly asks Thorn if he intends to go shopping for a sleeping bag... because if he is, and she gave him the money, would he be willing to purchase one for her too, please? Thorn nods to her, and is glad to pick one up for her as well! He's pretty sure he can remember her height, though he does ask if she prefers to be warmer or cooler than most people.

Cinnamon asks for warm, then even more shyly gives Thorn the height and circumference of the cylinder shape she'd need for a sleeping bag... and crosses her fingers that he doesn't boggle in shock at how large she is! But then she scolds herself internally: Thorn is a nice guy -- he won't laugh at her! She just needs to have a bit more faith in her Coblyn friends! Thorn absolutely doesn't laugh; he's a healer, for starters. Measurements aren't humorous to him anyway, and so he finds nothing laughable about Cinnamon's. The little dragon sighs in relief and gives Thorn a quick, nervous hug as she thanks him! He returns the hug with a smile for her, then prepares to go out to the nearest sporting goods store that carries sleeping bags.

Cinnamon next sends a message to Lianne, asking the kind-hearted seamstress if she's willing to take on a rush job today? The young dragon carefully instructs the little messenger: "Please tell her that no is a perfectly fine response! But if she asks what it is, or says yes, tell her that Aisling told me custom fitted clothes look nicer, so I was wondering if Lianne would be able to sort of tidy up my Council clothes a bit by sunset tonight?" She grins shyly as she adds, "If she's okay with that, come tell me and I'll bring her the clothes -- and I'll cover the cost of your running back to me too, okay?"

Cinnamon also stops by Cafe Prague on the way to her little cottage, to find out if they can do two things for her, and put it on her account. The first is a seriously sturdy meal -- heavy on the meat, please! -- for fifteen to twenty folks, well-packed to go, to be delivered to her cottage two hours before sunset, please? The second is a similarly sturdy meal, but only for seven to ten folks. Cinnamon thinks a moment, then shyly checks: Cafe Prague is closed at three in the morning, right?

Cafe Prague assures Cinnamon they can prep that meal on time, easily! Especially now they know what it's about. She's also cheerfully informed that there's someone there at the cafe all the time. After all, the proprietors live above the cafe! It's not at all unusual on Coblyn, after all, for the owners to live above their establishments. Cinnamon is first astonished, then delighted! "Oh, awesomesauce! Okay, then -- can that meal be hot and ready to be eaten at about three am... of the night of the day that's four days from now?" To be absolutely sure, of course, she shows them when she'll be flying back in, on her calendar, "Is that okay?" She pauses, then hastily adds, "Well, or cold -- cold is good too -- I mean, whatever's easier for you! Mostly it just needs to be hearty and plenty." She blushes as she sheepishly adds, "Dragoning is hard work!"

There's a little laughter, and Cinnamon gets to hear a story of Liam eating through two entire roast lambs on his own after a particularly long, unexpected flight! There is warmth and affection in the story, and she is assured her request can be ready on that date -- they're happy to do it! Cinnamon is tremendously relieved to hear that! She thankfully hugs the innkeeper woman, and makes a mental note to ask John to please add a nice tip, too, when this bill is paid!

As it turns out, Lianne isn't at all worried about helping out -- in fact, she seems quite happy to be doing something nice for Cinnamon. She does send Shane back with a measuring tape to get Cinnamon's measurements, a task he hands off to Spice because he knows instinctively that Cinnamon will not want him knowing those numbers. Cinnamon is deeply touched at Spice's help! She actually has to swallow sniffles again at how nice both Lianne and Spice are being, and Spice gets a very tight hug in thanks! Cinnamon makes a mental note to herself, as well: must go shopping for some nice thread and other bits and notions for Lianne too!

After that Cinnamon carefully stashes the lovely Andrew Lang fairy tale books, from Liam via Maerlyn, in her cottage -- as well as the 'mother' for Elias -- she'll give him that when they're all back from Texas! Then she throws all her traveling clothes into the washer, hands off the Council clothes to Spice and gets measured by her -- with, admittedly, much embarrassment! -- but also a firm determination to see this through! As they're measuring, Spice mutters about wishing she had tits like that -- and Cinnamon turns bright red! Spice grins, and once they're done she takes the clothing and the measurements back to Lianne, so the little weaver can alter the clothes to be custom-fitted to the little dragon, for the Council meeting.

By that point, Cinnamon has to pause and eat some lunch, of course... but she uses the time as well to both keep her laundry moving, and download both Mandarin Chinese and Spanish onto her laptop -- though she doesn't expect to have time to work on learning them at all during this trip, of course!

Once all that's done, Cinnamon sets out determinedly for the next part of her plans: she has gifts for the sweet-natured spirit, Muriel, who cares for the beautifully flowering windowboxes on Cinnamon's cottage! The little dragon has Irish shamrock, buttercup, sea aster, and cowslip seeds for both the Pocket Park and, if Muriel wants, anyone else on Coblyn who also likes those kinds of plants! Also, Cinnamon shares the friendly information and such from the Rowan trod herbalist... and then shyly inquires: would it be feasible, if Muriel has time, to add some lovely, lush fern (or other flowering plant) hanging baskets along the roof line of her cottage? ...and maybe some of those big, beautiful, deep indigo pots full of goldenrod to frame her cottage's door? The little dragon is a bit pink as she admits she saw those in Wales, and thought they were so beautiful! ...but she doesn't want to be difficult if Muriel doesn't have the time?

Muriel is ecstatic. More plants? More pretty plants? For all along Coblyn? For making the place prettier and more natural-looking? And making people smile and making it smell better and there being more green and bright little pops of color? Cinnamon laughs delightedly -- she's so pleased Muriel likes her thank you gift! The two women part with warm hugs, and Cinnamon promises to ask about interesting Texas plants too, for Muriel!

After that, Cinnamon moves the rest of her laundry through the wash and dry cycle -- and then, the packing begins! Buying bulk veggies, water, and soda went well, Spice reports -- since there are, after all, a lot of warehouse stores to be found in the metro area. Thus, all the heaps of food and multiple gallons of water Spice has purchased, all the piles of camping equipment Josie has, all the delicious-smelling dinner sent over by Cafe Prague, all the newly cleaned clothes Cinnamon needs to take with her, and all the piles of everyone else's gear... it all has to be packed into the sturdy carry-alls, to be lashed or buckled onto her dragon harness for the trip!

As everyone packs with a frenzy, Cinnamon is oddly surprised to realize: she's having a wonderful time planning this camping trip! She'd utterly loathed the horrible experience with her natal family, considering such trips were often used as a means to mock her regarding her fatness... but curiously enough, the young dragon realizes with quiet pleasure: she trusts her new family to not be like that! With them, Cinnamon suspects, this trip might even be... fun!

Cinnamon pauses in surprise as that rather nice thought hits her... then turns to look at all her friends, all sitting around in the cottage with her -- either packing madly, or nibbling a quick snack, or stacking the duffels by the door to go... and says slowly, "Hey, um... peeps? Have I, ahh... have I said recently just how nice you all are...? -er, a-and how much I appreciate that?"

Josie grins at the little dragon, "You don't have to. We know it."

Thorn pauses in tightly packing up the down sleeping bags into tiny rolls -- he's amazed at how small sleeping bags fold up these days! -- and blinks over at Cinnamon. Then he smiles quietly, "What Josie said, Cinnamon."

Cinnamon has to blink a few times, and her smile trembles a little with happy emotion! She swallows, then says a bit huskily, "Oh, um... okay! Just... just didn't want you all to forget!" Then she goes back to her packing, her cheeks a bit pink with pleasure. Josie bounces up so she can hug Cinnamon, giving her an affectionate slurp all along one side of her face and one ear -- which causes Cinnamon to giggle, then squeak startledly at the slurp! They all laugh at that, before continuing their work.

Once everything is packed up and has been stowed securely, and everyone has checked that they can ride safely and comfortably, the entire party head on up to the top of the council chambers, and prepare for takeoff. Shane has done some research, as it turns out. He lets Cinnamon know that Liam apparently flew in with no trouble many times, as long as he stayed at a certain altitude which kept him above easy sight from the ground, but below radar.

Cinnamon nods interestedly -- she'll do her best, then! She grins and figures the 'I don't believe it!' magical field will help there too, after all! After shifting shape, she has everyone tie on the baggage first, then does some brisk, athletic gyrations to make sure it's all secure. Once that's done, everyone else mounts up and buckles in as well... and Cinnamon grins and announces, "Welcome to Red Dragon Air! Smoking is permitted, and there are snacks in the luggage. Please remain in your seats until your dragon has come to a full stop, however! Here... we... goooo!"

Cinnamon giggles delightedly as she leaps into the air, wings beating powerfully! She glances down at the street, wondering if there's anyone supernatural that's able to see her take-off... and, honestly, she wonders a bit shyly if they maybe think a little bit that it's a very pretty dragon taking off! There aren't a lot of people out and about, simply because of the time of night -- but some that do look up are quite admiring! Many of them remember Liam's comings and goings, and miss the old dragon. Cinnamon isn't his size yet, but then, she's still very young in dragon-years. There are some waves and good wishes, though they're hard to hear from that altitude.

Cinnamon yays and does a wing-waggle for them -- then straightens out and starts beating her wings steadily to get up to speed! Shane's got her cell phone so he can direct her, but past that it's simply the quiet, peaceful pleasure of winging westward with the night... towards Texas. The little dragon sings a wordless, crooning tune just for the fun of it as she goes, beaming to herself. She doesn't know why her life got so wonderful... but she's so happy it did!

The flight is smooth and easy, especially since Spice helped plot out a course that keeps Cinnamon out of major flight paths and out of the airspace of major cities. Once they get near the rez, getting settled into an eastern-heading approach isn't hard at all. Cinnamon is relieved at how well things are going! She calls over her shoulder to her friends to keep an eye out for the landing zone, please! Then she slows way down, to glide along in a leisurely fashion while they all scan the ground below.

The little group reaches the rez just a couple of hours after sunset. Cinnamon notices there are a few nightbirds around -- a few bats, as well, along with all the insects that populate the night. The night out here is far from silent, but the sounds are different than the sounds in a city. Coblyn nights are quiet because the sounds of busses and cars are muffled by the same magic that keeps it from being seen. Here, though, there are the calls of birds, the yips of wolves and coyotes, and the droning song of insects.

The red, flickering lights of the landing area are easy for Cinnamon to see without ruining her -- or anyone else's -- night sight. They make a nice, clear target for her to aim for... though she also finds, as she flies, that she's got a handful of companions flittering along with her! She calls out cheerfully, "Oh, I think I see the lights!" She angles in towards them, then grins at all the smaller flying creatures around her, "Well, hello there! Are you guiding me in? Thank you, if so!" She's admittedly not at all sure that any of them are sapient... but it doesn't hurt to be polite, she figures!

Less than a minute later the young dragon is circling above the red-lit target -- looks good! No one in the way, nice clear area... she calls out again, "Hello, below! We're coming in for a landing!" for just in case... and then with a flurry of wingbeats, she settles lightly to the ground. "Woohoo! The Dragon has landed -- all systems are go!" She can't help the giggle that follows that! She looks around with great interest, wondering who's there so far!

There's some laughter among the people waiting at the landing zone, at Cinnamon's declaration! She also spots a table with what looks like at least half of a roast pig waiting for her -- as well as the familiar forms of Elias and Sparrow. Sparrow is wearing a pair of buckskin pants, with his hair in one long braid that lays down his back. He's grinning at the little dragon as her riders begin to unbuckle themselves and unload her cargo. There's another person waiting there with Elias and Sparrow as well, wearing a broomstick skirt and a tanktop. Their hair is long and loose, with feathers and beads woven into it. They also have some gorgeously done, sparkly eyeshadow, and they laugh warmly, "Oh, she's sparkly!"

Cinnamon grins excitedly, "Hi, everyone! Oh, wow -- that smells wonderful! Hi, Elias, Sparrow -- how are you all? Is everyone here yet?" She beams happily at the nice person, adding, "Thank you! Are, um... might you be Kestrel? If so, it's a pleasure to meet you!" She reflexively starts to offer one very large, clawed paw-hand -- then catches herself, "Wait... let me change first before I try that, okay?"

Thorn hops down, helping unload the various bags and duffels attached to Cinnamon's harness. The healer calls cheerful greetings to the various people present. Elias in particular receives a warmly enthusiastic hello -- Thorn is glad to see him again! Cinnamon happily adds, "We brought some food too -- plenty for a bunch of folks, from Cafe Prague -- they were very nice! Maybe we can share?" She can't help licking her chops right after that, though -- to a hungry young dragon, the roast pork smells simply divine! She grins a bit shyly as she adds, "I hope you don't mind! But I thought it might be a bit rude to land and go, 'Feeeeeed meee, Seymour!' -- y'know?" Her voice rumbles oddly and deeper than usual as she tries to imitate the man-eating plant!

Elias is wearing one of his long-sleeved paisley shirts, and jeans with moccasins. He hugs everyone, including Thorn, as Cinnamon is unloaded. Sparrow grins, "We weren't sure when you'd get here, so we didn't give folks a time to arrive -- but we let them know sometime after dark. You want to give everyone the food tonight, or tomorrow night, or what? There's always people thankful for free food on the rez, darlin'."

The person in the broomstick skirt smiles, "Yes, I'm Kestrel. We thought you'd appreciate the pig."

Cinnamon laughs happily, "Oh, I'm glad you don't mind! Nono, this food that's made already is for now -- the other, packed stuff is for maybe a big lunch the day after the meeting! Would that be okay?"

Sparrow laughs and pats one gleaming, scarlet-scaled shoulder, "We know what dragons are like after a long flight, darlin' -- go ahead, unpack it. I'll radio back and let people know there's a big feed on. You'll have a swarm! Even Marcus might come out." He winks at her, "Aoi isn't here yet, nor her people. Nasteexo is, though. My people like Nasteexo pretty well. Jalil is here, too, 'n Hilde's supposed to be here in the morning."

Cinnamon arches her neck back so she can smile at Sparrow, "Well, thank you very much, then!" She giggles at hearing Marcus named as possibly coming out, then grins at a sudden thought: maybe that's the real reason why Jaeger didn't come here -- so Marcus can't decide his dad is his proxy, and thus immediately escape back to 'civilized' Boston! Cinnamon curiously adds to Sparrow, "Any word on Killa? How's he healing, do you know?" then grins as she adds to her friends, "Just unfasten it all and set it on the ground, okay? Then I can change and help carry everything!" She's glad she's started carrying an extra sheet with her, however -- she's still a bit shaky on fast, smooth shapechanges!

Sparrow's voice is solemn, "People think because there's gambling, that the rez must be rich. It's not like that, though -- there's still people back on the rez that don't have access to water, or reliable electricity, or good septic systems, or medical. So the food is very welcome, an' thank you, darlin'."

Cinnamon nods earnestly, "I asked Josie, yes -- she told me that too! So, um..." she glances around, then points with a claw, "All those? Those are five gallon water jugs -- we hope they're useful!" She adds shyly, "-and, um, we brought some soda too?"

Sparrow pats the young dragon's shoulder again, "Oh, Killa's doin' fine -- he'll be here too. He just comes in from the south." He grins impishly, "Our territories border a bit down that way."

Cinnamon looks impressed, "Killa's all healed up already?! Wow! I thought for sure that having to regrow the majority of his lungs and upper digestive system would possibly take longer than that!"

Sparrow shakes his head, "He's not completely healed. But he'll be coming, anyway."

Kestrel laughs, "Oh, the little ones will love the soda -- and the water will be greatly appreciated! We'll make sure that's put aside for cooking and drinking water. We've got good enough filtration for wash-water, but not good enough to make large amounts of potable water." Kestrel's voice is mellifluous but is still hard to place in one of the standard binary genders, even when it's not over the phone.

Cinnamon nods slowly... she hopes the touchy-proud snake man isn't harming himself by insisting on coming! -but she won't say anything more about it. Instead she grins happily at Kestrel, waiting until all the baggage is unlashed and unbuckled, then shyly asks Josie if she has a moment? She waits for the werewolf to fetch the sheet, then glances around and heads for a shadowy clump of trees to try changing.

Seconds later, there's a startled and gleeful, "Yippeeee!" Josie and Cinnamon come trotting back, the smaller woman beaming with excitement, "Wow, it worked great this time -- awesome! Hihi, everyone! Can we eat soon, maybe? My tummy's rumbling!" Cinnamon happily hugs Elias and Sparrow, then helps move baggage out of the way and put the nice boxes from Cafe Prague on the table -- and then, once folks are gathered, she intends to tidily devour a great deal of food!

Sparrow laughs, "Dig in, darlin'! Get started while folks are comin' in. I'm sure you'll still be hungry when they get here." Cinnamon feels she should politely demur at least once... but if Sparrow reassures her that it's fine, she does indeed start tucking into her meal -- she's really hungry! He does in fact urge her on, and people are finally starting to trickle in. There are a lot of folks that are very obviously indigenous, but some people there are lighter skinned, and the travelers spot some familiar faces as well. Cinnamon beams happily, waving to those she knows and cheerfully greeting those new to her -- and inviting them all to please come and eat and enjoy!

Thorn also quietly lets Sparrow know that he's a healer, so if there's anyone on the rez whom he can think of who could use a healer, please let Thorn know? Sparrow solemnly tells Thorn that he's happy to take the healer to the rez clinic while they're all here for the council meeting, "Medical care's scarce, like everything else here. It'll be much appreciated."

Thorn nods soberly to Sparrow, "I can only imagine; I've never been on a reservation before. I'll do everything I can."

Sparrow's eyes are solemn -- it's rare to see him so, "It's a third-world nation surrounded by a first-world nation. It's a travesty. We appreciate it." He squeezes Thorn's shoulder... and then his quicksilver smile is back, "Now. Let's eat!"

Before long there are a good thirty or forty people present, all eating and laughing and having a good time -- Sparrow was right about that! Nasteexo's interpreter is there, so that means the councilor must be there as well. Marcus is among the new arrivals, greeting everyone politely. He blinks his blue eyes and seems a little surprised when he sees Cinnamon, but he greets her warmly. She's a bit startled internally that the elf is being warm towards her, but she's happy to be friendly right back -- he's actually nice, she thinks, when he's not all up on his high horse! So she grins, between bites, at the slender Germanic elf, "Hi, Marcus!" -- then blinks as she notices dark smudges under his eyes. Could that be due to metal fatigue or allergy or whatever they call it? "How're you feeling?" Is he a little pale too? Or is that an optical illusion due to the uncertain night lighting?

Marcus, when he arrives, looks... different. Thorn and Cinnamon have only ever seen Marcus dressed to the nines in his immaculate suits. Out here in the Texas heat, though, that would be wrong -- it would quickly get soiled and creased. Instead, the tall, slender elf is wearing a pair of loose linen trousers in a soft gray that tends to fade into the dark. They brush the tops of his feet, where he's wearing some kind of shoe halfway between a moccasin and a sandal -- the type of footwear that likely makes keeping his footing here quite easy. The dark blue shirt he's wearing is also loose, lacing at the throat and coming down over his hips. There are long sleeves as well, perhaps to keep his pale skin from burning in the sun. The deep blue fabric almost matches the midnight blue of the sky, with some sort of subtle sparkle here and there in it.

The Germanic elf does indeed look tired and somewhat wan. He laughs a bit, his smile wry, "A bit iron-sick, but I'm getting better. By tomorrow -- with the blessing of the stars, the stones, and the spirit of the Elm -- I won't look like I've been dead a week." He actually smiles at that, and for just a moment there's a flash of Jaeger's charm in his face.

Cinnamon blinks slowly as she studies Marcus -- he looks... well... rather nice! A moment later his words register, and she mentally chastises herself: the poor guy is iron-sick! That's nothing to wish on the poor guy, even if she does think he looks nicer this way! She unwittingly beams right back at that lovely smile, her face lighting up with pleasure, "Well, even if you're feeling a bit iron-sick, I think you look just fine! A little pale, but still nice!"

Thorn almost -- but not quite -- asks who this person is and what has he done with Marcus? Cinnamon adds, "Have some food! That should help, right?" She notices Nasteexo's translator and grins, waving a cheerful hello to him as well. Glancing around, she wonders where Jalil is -- he's supposed to be here too, right? Oh! Also, she wants to ask some questions of either Elias or Sparrow... and now that she thinks about it, she has one for Kestrel too. It doesn't occur to the little dragon to mention to Marcus that she and her companions flew in -- and therefore Aisling will be in great shape for the meeting the day after tomorrow.

Marcus nods, "Ja, food will definitely help -- and water. Lots of water. I brought honey with me, too. Bread and honey is the old remedy."

Shane wanders up at almost the same time as Elias and Josie, to join Thorn, Marcus, and Cinnamon. The half-beansidhe nods, "That's what Aisling and Da say, too -- bread and honey. Though Da also says whiskey. But I suspect that's just Quinn's own take on it."

Marcus nods with a tired but pleasant smile, "Jaeger's own addition is bier. I think the particular kind of alcohol just varies by country."

Cinnamon brightens at sight of Shane, pleased that there's space near her still for folks to sit. Between bites, she laughs at the comments about alcoholic beverages! She looks pleased as she notices Elias -- good! Now she can ask him her questions. She finishes her bite, then grins happily at the vampire, "Hi there, Elias! How're you doing? I have Maerlyn's 'mother' for you, back in Boston. Did Qadan get sent safely off to Mongolia? Any news on a replacement councilor from them?" She has a quick drink, then adds with more concern, "Also, how's Niamh doing -- do you know? Is she any better?" Then she blinks at a sudden thought, not really registering how quickly her mind jumps from subject to subject, as she turns towards Shane and Marcus and asks, "Why bread and honey? Is there something magic about them or something, that counteracts metal?"

Thorn still feels himself walking a bit on eggshells around Marcus, considering all that happened on Coblyn Street -- or at least before that dramatic first meeting. Still, so far the sidhe seems... oddly warm, and calm... even a bit open. The healer wonders why Marcus isn't this way more often, and if somehow he can be persuaded to keep trying to be this relaxed -- and then Thorn metaphorically perks his ears at Cinnamon's question about bread and honey.

Shane grins at the way Cinnamon's mind seems to be jumping from question to question and gives her a quick squeeze around the shoulders, "It wouldn't do anything especially efficacious for humans. But honey does actually have medicinal properties for the sidhe and other elves. Bread because... well, maybe because it's nicer to have something to put the honey on? I don't know the science. But mead is also more potent for sidhe than it is for humans."

Marcus chuckles and nods, "Mead affects elves equally to how whiskey does for humans, despite the lower alcohol content -- it's true."

Elias says, "The chemical mechanism isn't well understood, but the compounds in honey work on the metabolism of the different elvish species almost as a combination opiate and anti-inflammatory."

Cinnamon giggles shyly at the one-armed hug from Shane... then nods interestedly as she listens. "Huh! So if honey is... special, then maybe... maybe wheat is too?" Curiously she adds, "Is there anything else like that, aside from honey?" She makes a mental note, should she invite any elves over, to be careful with the honey for them!

Marcus nods, "But in small quantities, the effect is mild. A teaspoon or two in your tea will make it sweet, but it won't get you stoned. The opiate effect doesn't really come into strong effect until it has been either fermented or distilled." Cinnamon nods interestedly, then grins hopefully at the folks surrounding her -- she really wants answers to all her questions, after all! Thorn too is listening with great curiosity -- he doesn't think he's heard this before! He wonders if there's other medicinal uses for honey, for use with sidhe.

Elias circles back conversationally, "Thank you for the mother, Cinnamon, and I hope you enjoyed Maerlyn. He's a sweet boy; I'm sorry I haven't been able visit him. Qadan was gotten safely back, but we do not have a replacement yet. His seat will remain empty for now." Marcus stays quite silent at that; his face is hard to read for a moment. Elias continues, "Niamh is doing quite well, fortunately -- her mind is recovering nicely. It's as if she's coming out of a psychotic episode, actually, if you want to compare it to human psychology."

Cinnamon sighs in relief, "Oh, wonderful! I was hoping that'd happen -- but I was also worried it'd be a horrible shock to her!" She smiles at Elias, "Thank you so much for taking care of getting her a good psychologist, Elias."

Elias nods and smiles his fang-filled smile, "I think you'll like Brynn. I'll introduce you when we all get back to Coblyn." He looks at Thorn, "The opiate properties, by the way, are not like opiates for humans. I've never met a sidhe addicted to honey."

Thorn smiles to Elias. "That's good to hear!" he says, though he also wonders if there are other supernaturals who might be addicted to honey, or other ostensibly 'mundane' things. Like... brownies and milk? Do brownies exist? Well, why wouldn't they?

Cinnamon grins as she nods, "Maerlyn was fun -- oh, and we met Taliesin -- and he sang for us!" She adds more gravely to Marcus, "I'm glad to hear honey's not addictive for you. It's way too nice-tasting for it to be hurtful as well, you know?"

Marcus smiles that tired and somehow lovely smile for a moment, "Me too... though I do avoid mead most of the time." He's on one side of Cinnamon and holding his mug of water in both hands. Shane is on the little dragon's other side.

Elias smiles, "Taliesin's voice is not to be matched. You had quite the experience, it seems!"

Cinnamon nodnods with delighted cheer at Elias, then has some more food. It's not until her head comes up again that it registers who precisely is flanking her... and then she goes still for a few heartbeats at that shockingly lovely realization! She glances surreptitiously between the two men, pushing up her glasses to hide her admiring study of the two men. Mmm! How had she not noticed that they're almost exactly the same height? For that matter, how had she not noticed they're almost exactly equally YUMMMM! too? She has to stifle her giggle-snort at that thought!

At about that moment Aisling wanders up, laughing at something. She's wearing a long, shift-like dress, and her golden eyes are twinkling, "Kestrel is wonderful, Sparrow. Wherever did you find them?"

Cinnamon grins with relief that no one registered the funny noise she just made! She smiles up at the slender half-beansidhe woman, "Hi, Aisling! I like them too -- they said I was sparkly!" Shane glances down at Cinnamon at the little giggle, one eyebrow raised, but Aisling distracts him when she arrives. Marcus is slowly blinking at Aisling -- and her distinct lack of anything even approaching iron-sickness!

Sparrow laughs, "They were born here on the rez! They're a rarity: both a shapeshifter and a two-spirit -- a truly holy person. I'm lucky -- they keeping things in line here when I'm off doing my thing and gallivanting all over the place."

By now Marcus isn't just blinking -- in fact, he's almost gaping! Aisling looks at him and laughs, "Close your mouth, dear. You'll draw flies."

Cinnamon nods interestedly, "So they're really a kestrel? Hmm..." She thinks carefully, trying to remember if she saw a small, strikingly marked bird of prey as she flew in. She frowns thoughtfully, finally murmuring, "I... don't think I saw them on the way in, though..." She grins up at Sparrow as she adds, "Though I do have a question for either you or them! Do you have an herbalist or something similar here that I might talk to, at some point?" A second later she blinks at Aisling's words, then turns to look at Marcus... then stares in surprise, "Whoa... are you okay, Marcus? Did you swallow wrong or something?" Admittedly, she's also quietly relieved that Aisling's arrival distracted her a bit from her thoughts regarding Marcus and Shane... though she amusedly realizes she's still quite well aware of her almost tingly sensations due to the warmth from the very lovely two men flanking her!

Marcus slowly asks, "Have you been in town for a while, Aisling? You look... very well..."

Sparrow shakes his head, "No, they aren't a kestrel, but they admire the little raptors. It's up to them to tell you what their animal is." He smiles, "They were on the ground here on two legs when you arrived."

Cinnamon nods wryly to Sparrow, "Good point -- that was rude of me, wasn't it. I'm sorry. But, umm... do you have an herbalist?" Then she grins cheerfully at Marcus, "No, we all just arrived tonight -- Aisling and Shane and Josie and Thorn and me!" Thorn nods helpfully, smiling when his name is mentioned... and realizes Marcus must have either been driven here, or flown here in a regular human plane, to have this much iron sickness. That Aisling has none at all... oh, dear. Thorn wonders if they'll have room for Marcus on the way back!

Cinnamon blinks, pushing her glasses up, "Oh! That reminds me: Elias! Would you like a ride back home, after the meeting? It only takes about four hours, and it's all at night, after all?"

Sparrow nods, "There are a few wise people that work with herbs. I'm sure they'd love to work with Thorn and you if you have questions."

Marcus nods slowly at Cinnamon's announcement, then asks, "I wasn't here when you got here. How..." He seems to be trying to formulate the questions in a non-rude way, and it's like his mind isn't working as fast as he'd like.

Elias smiles, "Is there room on the harness? I did fly with Liam a few times."

Cinnamon gives Marcus a faintly puzzled look, wondering what he's trying to ask. She's mentally calculating at the same time: the original number of people to carry back, plus one... but minus the half a ton or so of food and water? Should be fine. Hm... though maybe ask if there's a leather worker here too? She'd like to have the option of adding at least two more people to the harness -- and have them be securely fastened in, too!

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