Goblin Town -- Logs

Shane slides his arm around Cinnamon's shoulders as they walk back to her little cottage. He waits until they're a block or two away from the forge to comment, "He's a bit like Maerlyn, I think, in that 'Waylon' might be a title as much as a name... and I think he might actually be part jotun."

Cinnamon blinks interestedly, "Oh, he's one of Hilde's people then? Cool!" She grins a bit sheepishly, "He, um... I mean, I know it's my problem, not his, but..." she sighs, "what is it about people messing with minds that scares me so much?!"

Shane smiles softly down at her and says gently, "Acushla, technically, what I do is 'messing with people's minds,' you know. I can hear lies. It's not telepathy and it's not like what my da can do, which is make you say the truth... but it's a less-precise version of picking up thoughts. But I think maybe it's because... it's a very intimate thing, your thoughts, and knowing someone can pick them up? That's scary. But Waylon? It's really a very narrow thing he does. You've met him. He's almost as kind as Elias."

Cinnamon nods slowly, considering... then nods more decisively, "Yeah, you're right. It's just..." She wrinkles her nose in thought before admitting, "I... used to have to hide my thoughts a lot from my birth family, you know? I mean, fortunately it wasn't that hard since they didn't really care what I thought, but... well..." She sighs, shaking her head sharply once, "Well, that's in the past and -- and Josie's right! They can't see at all well and I don't care what they think either, darnit!" She scowls dramatically... then giggles at herself, "Okay, that's enough of that! So, what'cha gotta do tomorrow? I gotta wash clothes and buy a ton of food and pack and, umm..." she grins suddenly, "gotta ask Thorny to ask his pretty birdie to ask his lady's pretty birdy to ask his lady to ask Jaeger -- if the moon-eyed folk can hide with them over the holidays! Oh, and then I need to ask that nice guard if he can wait until the Valkyrie docks before we go adventure-spelunking under Coblyn!"

Shane smiles again as Cinnamon works things through in her head, then nods, "I have a few errands to run. Some of them call for some discretion. I need to arrange for someone to watch my place, too. I don't have pets or anything, but houses need to be aired out so they don't get musty." He gives her a little squeeze, "Nice gua... oh, Diarmaid?"

Cinnamon grins and nodnods, "That's him! He answers my questions and doesn't sneer or look bored or laugh when I'm scared or anything, you know? I like him."

Shane smiles, "Ah. Well, yeah -- Diarmaid is a Fomorian. They don't have a lot of patience for idiots... and you, acushla, are about the furthest thing from an idiot on offer. Diarmaid likes you. You've got spirit and you've got compassion and you've got brains and you've got a smile like sunshine. You're the whole package. Why wouldn't he like you?"

Cinnamon blinks at Shane's description of her -- then giggles with shy nervousness, "Wow, you make me sound so much more awesome than I am, Shaney!"

Shane looks very seriously down at Cinnamon and says, "No. I make you sound more awesome than you think you are, but only nearly as amazing as you really are."

Cinnamon blinks up at Shane... then blushes and glances away, speechless! It takes her a bit to muster up the nerve to finally say, "You're... really nice, Shane... thank you so much for being my friend." She sighs happily... but then worries -- was that too close to sounding like she liked liked him? Eep! She doesn't want to scare him off! What to say, what to sa- ah! Whew... "Oh, look -- there's my little house! Thanks so much for walking me home and I hope it wasn't too much of a bother and have a good night and thanks again for the introduction and, er... umm... thank you?"

Shane smiles, "I do my best, acushla." He walks her right up to her door. It's not like anyone is going to be able to easily damage her, but it's his way, "-and you're welcome." For a moment, he waffles on kissing her goodnight -- a real, proper kiss on the lips -- but then he decides it's been too nice a night to risk her rabbiting and freaking out again. So the kiss is on her cheek, but near the corner of her mouth, "See you soon."

Cinnamon beams up at Shane for a moment... before she remembers herself -- key! Must get out the key and go into the house, right! She fumbles a bit out of nervous embarrassment, but then manages to successfully work the door. Just before she closes it, she grins shyly, "Sleep well! See you tomorrow!" -- then hastily disappears inside before she does something that'll doubtless ruin her friendship -- like, say... stepping forward and trying to kiss Shane back -- yikes! Yeah, she'd probably trip over her own feet, or... or hit him in the nose with her forehead as she tried to reach his face, or... she sighs in wry amusement -- something equally clumsy! Better to go to bed and maybe dream about him -- and much safer! This way she won't lose him, right.

The next day Cinnamon is quite busy! She cleans up her little house, runs her trip's laundry, unpacks and gift-wraps Solstice gifts, and packs for the Greenland visit tomorrow night. After that she runs errands: she orders, from Shane's list of shop owners, a literal ton of various kinds of food (as per Amka's and Yuka's requests) to be delivered to her cottage late tomorrow. Then she heads for the infirmary and the end of Coblyn Street, since she has some errands there... though she hopes to see Shane on her way, and perhaps get to do lunch with him? She's feeling rather pleased with herself, as well -- she's finally gotten one of the French books on magic translated for Thorn! It's loaded onto a small thumbnail drive, and she's working (admittedly, with several interruptions!) on the second book as well. She hopes he likes them!

Iason is at the infirmary, which is blessedly quiet and slow today. Cinnamon nearly skips in, calling a cheerful, "Helloo? Anybody home?" when she doesn't immediately spot Nikos at the front. She brightens as Iason comes clopping out, waving to him, "Hi there, Iason! Is Thorny in? Also, can I ask for lessons in first aid maybe please? Also, it's becoming a very busy holidays due to some requests from people I represent but I promise once the new year is over that I'll come focus more on your accounting, okay? I'm sorry it's not gone as fast as I wanted." She hastily adds, "Though I don't need the first aid lessons immediately, sorry! Just... whenever is convenient, please?"

Iason is wearing his toga-like whites; he smiles down at the little dragon, "The accounting can wait a bit. This is not like the human world where your due date is the fifteenth of every month and we will dun you mercilessly if it isn't paid. But yes, I believe Thorn is here. Please, come back with me... and I am certain we can get you some lessons."

"Yay! -and thank you!" Cinnamon beams as she patters along beside the tall centaur, cheerfully chattering, "Did Thorny tell you about the new people we found -- the moon-eyed folk and the lizard-like folks? Aren't they cool? Also, is it okay if he goes to Hawai'i with Shaney and I, to help out another person I represent?"

Iason smiles, "Shane was by on an errand for me, and mentioned the new species. I am very interested in them. He also mentioned the trip to Hawaii to help someone out. Who is this person?"

"Oh!" Cinnamon brightens, "He's really cool, actually, and really unusual and Thorn's helped him already once -- he replaced the guy's eye! His name is Kahiau and he's a cursed wereshark and..." she sighs, "well, while he was one-eyed, he was eating humans 'cause he wasn't able to catch faster things like fish and stuff? So... we got him to promise to not eat any more sapient humanoids in exchange for the eye healing, so he asked me to please return some stuff that belonged to a guy he ate so the family would have closure and we're meeting him in Hawai'i so he can show me where the stuff is." She adds in explanation, "He's cursed so he can't stay on land very long and he's afraid he'd get arrested and stuffed in jail if he returned the stuff and then he'd die of suffocation when he reverted to shark, you know?" The little dragon is in a rather good mood currently... and so her words are traveling almost as fast as her thoughts!

Iason listens to all of this without apparent shock... but then, he's Greek. That's the pantheon of Persephone, who lives in the Underworld for half the year, and then returns to Earth for the other half. Further into the infirmary, Thorn is working on cataloging everything he's learned from his recent sojourns hither and yon. It's been a hectic several weeks, and he's trying hard to update all of his notes currently in Iason's possession with those the healer took while he was afield. He hears Iason's hooves and Cinnamon's voice just before they enter the room he's in, and looks up, smiling and standing. Cinnamon brightens as she spots Thorn, "There you are!" She darts forward to give him an enthusiastic hug, "Hi there!" -- then steps back and blushes slightly, "So! Ummm... so, like, d'you remember when you went and got a sleeping bag for me, Thorny? -and... and you d-didn't laugh or anything? So, um..." she shoves one hand forward, "Igotthisforyoutosaythanks!"

Thorn oofs a bit with the hug, and laughs, hugging her back, "Yes, I do remember, but I-" He blinks at the object Cinnamon has thrust at him, lifting the little thumb drive from her palm, "You didn't have to at all, Cinnamon, but thank you! What is it?"

Cinnamon smiles and glances away shyly as she twists her fingers together, "Well, um, I knew you were curious about magic and the Council's history and stuff like that so I asked Solange at the French Oak trod if they had any old books on those subjects -- and they had two! One was on different magical traditions -- that's the one you're holding, translated on the thumbdrive -- and the other is on the migration history of the various races of elves but I haven't quite gotten it all done yet. Hope you like it!" She grins more brightly as she adds, "Also I wanted to ask a favor, please? Could you ask Erin to ask Nach to ask Athala and Jaeger if perhaps the moon-eyed folk can spend the holidays under their trod? I don't want to rush exploring the tunnels under Coblyn, and I suspect folks are going to be really busy over the holidays, after all -- I know I sure am! Oh! -and maybe ask how Sarai's doing on the translation, and if she'd like to come do it here so I can help her?" She giggles as she holds up a small plastic bag, "I brought redcurrants to say thanks to Erin, too!" She grins as she hands the bag to Thorn... and not to the likely exceedingly interested bird! Then she crosses her fingers that Sarai can come here -- the little dragon would love both to host the friendly otter-spirit, and to learn how to read and write the Cherokee tongue as well.

Thorn brightens even more as Cinnamon explains what's on the thumb drive, "Oh! Cinnamon, thank you so much! I love it, and I'll be perusing it carefully. You didn't have to, but I really, really appreciate it -- thank you!" He laughs quietly as Erin instantly appears on his shoulder when the redcurrants appear! The bird is eyeing the bag quite intently. "What you say makes sense. I think that should be possible!" He looks to Erin, "Think you can do that, pretty lady?" Erin seems quite willing to undertake the task. After all, there are redcurrants at stake here!

Cinnamon beams in relief that Thorn likes her thank-you, and grins at the eager magpie's appearance, then smiles at Thorn, "Thanks again, Thorny! I need to run an errand at the palace, but feel free to let me know the answers later. Oh! Also, are you able to head to Greenland with me and Shaney tomorrow night?"

Thorn smiles and lets Erin have some of the redcurrants, "You'll make yourself sick if you eat all of them." He's not trying to bribe her, after all. There's a moment of avian poutiness. It's hard for a bird to pout, but somehow Erin manages it. But then she acknowledges: if she only eats a few, it means she'll have more later! "Thank you, Erin. Oh, no problem at all, Cinnamon! Thank you again for the book, and... tomorrow night?" He looks to Iason for the answer to that one.

Cinnamon beams up at the tall centaur, "We're trying to make sure, every time we drag Thorn off on a wild adventure, that he has an opportunity to either heal folks there, or talk to the local healers -- so he can report to you later about any new species or interesting stuff he finds! Is that okay?" She remembers Thorn telling her, after all, that Iason said the infirmary would gladly pay for Thorn's travels in exchange for that knowledge... so she's happy to help that happen however she can!

Iason nods, "I have noticed he is bringing new information back." He smiles at the healer, "It is good to send a healer to remote outposts. Sometimes there isn't one there for years at a time."

Cinnamon looks pleased; sounds like it's working -- excellent! Thorn beams and nods eagerly, "I definitely will!" Cinnamon happily thanks both Thorn and Iason after that, then heads off for the palace to see if she can find Diarmaid.

Many hours later, it's the next day just at sunset. Shane and Thorn are lashing the huge pile of foodstuffs onto Cinnamon, who is lying in dragon form and sphynx pose in front of her little house. She's chattering happily as the two men work... "-and Diarmaid said he quite understood not wanting to go too fast, so waiting until the Valkyrie got back and Jaeger arrived was fine. So the next day I picked up the comb from Waylon -- did you see the beautiful little box he packed it in? He said it's got a magnet in it to keep the comb magnetized, and a little side niche for a small bottle of Dawn -- isn't that amazingly cool of him?! Plus I visited the dressmaker for Madrigal banquet -- how many formal clothes are councilors supposed to have, anyways?! -- and Thorn told me that Erin said Jaeger was fine with letting the moon-eyed folk hide under their trod for the holidays, and he'll be here for the explorations under Coblyn!" Shane just smiles and lets Cinnamon talk. He's glad she no longer seems spooked by Waylon and his odd abilities.

The young dragon pauses for a breath, then grins happily over her shoulder, "-and also I called Amka and explained about needing to eat a bunch after flying and she said a shared party would be lovely and she knows when to expect us and they're all very excited and isn't this just so cool?!" She adds in belated explanation, "That's why there's the additional Cafe Prague packages too, though it likely won't be piping hot by the time we arrive, but there's enough for you guys too, okay, so we don't decimate the Greenlanders' food stores!"

Thorn smiles as Cinnamon excitedly talks. "It really is fascinating," he says. "I'm looking forward to seeing how the magic works -- and that was good thinking, to bring extra food."

Once Shane and Thorn have lashed all the food, luggage, other supplies, and themselves to Cinnamon's harness, she rises and pads carefully through the street to Currier's Hall for take-off. She's taken to hanging a couple of glow-sticks on herself when she walks at night, so she doesn't frighten or accidentally run into anyone: green for starboard, red for port, purple for the cord she slips on to hang under her chin, and blue in the curl at the end of her tail! As she goes, she double-checks with Shane, since he's got her cell phone, as well as all the GPS navigational information, so they'll hopefully easily reach the proper location in Greenland. Shane assures her he's got the coordinates... and he's also packed a dead-tree map and compass, this time!

Take-off is easy, and the trip is a snap for the increasingly flight-experienced young dragon! It's just over four hours later that she's coasting relaxedly along the northwestern coast of Greenland, until they spot the lit circle which Amka and Yuka promised... and come gliding in for a landing. Since it's still very late November, Cinnamon dressed accordingly before she shifted shape... as did her companions. She wonders excitedly who'll be there to eat and relax and celebrate with them -- does the entire tribe maybe know about the supernatural?

At first, it's just Amka and Yuka to meet the incoming... but then they're soon surrounded by the tribesfolk. Many of them only speak Greenlandic, but they all seem rather awed -- friendly, but awed. Shane, with his easy smile, tries to put them at ease as he helps unload Cinnamon, leaving the little dragon to talk. Cinnamon beams at everyone, speaking both Greenlandic and English one after the other, "Hello! It is so nice to meet you all. Thank you for letting me help out a little bit! I hope the food is useful. Is Grandfather Shaman here? We have the magical tool he asked for!"

Thorn helps Shane to unload Cinnamon. He's quietly pleased at the reception Cinnamon has gotten, and is very, very glad she speaks Greenlandic! He also makes a mental note to see if they need and want his medical assistance for anything. Cinnamon continues, "These are my dear friends Shane and Thorn -- oh! Also, Thorn is an amazing healer -- though he's not here to try to replace anyone, of course. I asked him if he could come, in case you have anyone with something serious like, um... oh, a bad case of diabetes, or really damaging wounds, or... or something like that, you know?"

Amka beams excitedly, "Grandfather will be here soon! He moves a little slowly now, and we wanted to make sure he stayed warm while we waited for you to arrive." She ducks her head to add, "Can you stay in this form until he gets here? I think he would like to see you like you were in his vision."

Cinnamon blinks at that... then grins shyly, "Really? Oh, that's nice! Sure, I'm happy to -- I think this form is really pretty, compared to my human one!" She glances around thoughtfully as it hits her, though: really, most of the women -- the people, in fact! -- here are quite sturdily built. She's not going to feel that out of place... how nice!

After about fifteen minutes, an old man (who would look ancient if the three folks from Coblyn weren't from, well, Coblyn!) is helped forward by a younger man and younger women. Amka brightens, "Grandfather! This is Cinnamon! She has brought you the comb you need!"

Cinnamon's ears prick up interestedly, and she beams, greeting the venerable gentleman in Greenlandic first, "Good evening, honored Grandfather Shaman -- it is an honor to meet you!" She introduces her friends as well, then waits for him to speak, as a sign of respect. She thinks quickly: sunset was about 4:30 pm in Boston, and it was a four-hour flight... and Greenland is four hours ahead of Boston time... so it's about 12:30 am here in Greenland. Yikes! It was really nice of these people to wait up for her!

The old man seems kindly; he smiles, welcoming them all to the village, "You do me a great kindness, and a boon for our people." He looks at Cinnamon closely, eyes bright and inquisitive, "We have never seen a creature like you at all! You have scales like a fish, but also like living leather..."

Cinnamon grins cheerfully, "I'm a Welsh dragon, apparently! Er, I mean I am a dragon, and of Welsh ancestry -- but I just found out I was, less than a year ago, you know?" She laughs at herself for the awkwardness of her words, then simply forges on, "Also, we have the comb for you! Shaney, can you give him the box, please?" She beams proudly as she adds, "Waylon the Smith crafted it for you -- he's incredible!" She excitedly explains the comb's properties, though since she's currently quite large, Shane has to be her hands to give over the box, and show off the comb.

Shane smiles, "Maybe you'd like to get changed and give it to him yourself, acushla?"

Cinnamon beams at Shane, "Happy to! -but I wanted to wait so everyone could see this form!" She blushes slightly, hidden under her scales, as she realizes she also feels very pretty this way -- but not so much as a human. When she's done explaining, she cheerfully adds, "...and if you folks want, we're happy to stay here two or three days to wait and see if everything works properly, okay? Would that work for you all? Oh! -and also, Thorny here is an amazing healer, if you have anyone with some really serious issue, 'kay?"

Thorn smiles and nods, "Any help I can give, I'm pleased to offer you."

The Shaman smiles, his face showing clear hope, "Please, be comfortable. Will it be easier for you to eat with us in your other form?" Amka quietly translates his words as he speaks. It's obvious this is not a secretive type of holy person -- not the sort that tries to make holiness something to use to lord it over others -- but rather that it is meant to serve his people.

Cinnamon grins shyly as she nods, "Um, yes, please? Human form is easier... if you don't mind?" She glances over her shoulder to be sure she's completely unloaded, then looks hopefully at Shane -- then laughs as she sees he's already got the tarp ready!

Shane grins and winks at Cinnamon, "I was an Eagle Scout," -- which likely surprises no one who knows Shane.

Cinnamon beams, seconds later, as she trudges through the snow with Shane -- change on the first try, yay! She grins happily as she scoops up an arm-load of boxes and tells Amka, "Lead the way!" Shane folds up the tarp and tucks it away, then scoops up packages as well, with a smile. The shaman lets Thorn know there may be a couple of injuries for him to look at. He has some healing ability, but hunting and fishing can still be dangerous. Cinnamon chatters happily with Amka and Yuka as they all head inside, "I brought all the stuff you suggested -- did I get enough? Will the food be helpful?"

Thorn nods to the shaman when Amka translates for him, "Please tell him that I'll be glad to have a look at the injuries, and do what I can for them!"

The lodge they're led to is something like a large communal dining hall, but not quite like anything the three non-Greenlandic folks have seen. The layout is a bit different, though it's obviously meant for large numbers of people to come together. Cinnamon looks around the big room, intrigued, "Oooh, nice! Bet that big old iron stove really helps keep it warm in here, too!" She grins cheerfully at Yuka and Amka, "So, where should we put the food? I'd like to put it with whatever you peeps are going to be eating too, if that's okay, so we can all share?"

Even as Cinnamon mentions it, someone is re-fueling the stove. Amka nods and beams, "Also, body heat helps keep it warm when we gather here. It's very nicely designed." People spread out the newly-bought food, mixing it in with the things the tribe has provided. Cinnamon happily helps out, though she's quite eager to start eating as well -- and (since her stomach is already rumbling) as soon as is polite! Once everyone has gathered, food is almost immediately served. The little dragon endeavors to seat herself near or across from Grandfather Shaman, so she can also answer any questions he might have regarding the comb.

Grandfather Shaman examines the comb carefully as people serve themselves food. Amka brings him a plate and he smiles, thanking her affectionately. Then he goes back to looking at the comb, "This is a beautifully made thing. I will use it to comb the snarls out of Sedna's hair. This... Dawn... that is the same word as the sun rising, yes?"

Cinnamon nods as she eats and swallows, then grins shyly, "It's the brand name of a very mild dishwashing soap too... mild enough that it's been used by people cleaning up after oil spills, to clean the oil off the feathers of seabirds! So we thought it might be useful here too, if you want to try it?"

Grandfather Shaman looks very pleased, "That will be very helpful! Some of this... oil... gets in Sedna's hair -- and it makes her very unhappy." Thorn nods, and can only imagine how the detritus and waste of the modern oceans would make a goddess unhappy in the extreme! The elder speaks quietly; even if you can't understand Greenlandic, it's a warm and calming tone, "The goddess must be soothed to release seals and sea birds for us. But the people are throwing things into the water. They are polluting it and it is getting harder and harder to appease her. This comb is very special. You have done us a very great favor."

Cinnamon beams at that, immensely pleased, "Thank you so much! I'm so happy I could help some!" The meal is cheerful, the people hopeful, which makes Cinnamon very happy. She curiously checks, "When do you want to try it out? Also, when will you know if it's working right... do you know?"

Grandfather Shaman adds, "Amka tells me 'dragons' are reptiles... but we don't have those here. I think that is why I thought you were wearing a leather cloak in my vision." He looks from Thorn to Shane, "These are your friends. Are they also your guards?" Then he looks at Shane, "Or are you her betrothed?"

Cinnamon translates as usual to her friends -- though she starts stuttering badly at the comment about 'betrothed'! Thorn's jaw drops, closes, drops again, then closes, and he looks to Shane with an arched brow. Then he coughs to hide the chuckle that escapes his throat. Cinnamon hastily replies, "Oh! -um, n-no, nono, I d-don't need guards, no! They -- they're just my dear, um, m-my very good friends! Ahh... oh! Um, r-remember? Thorn's a healer, like I said?" She blinks a moment later, her voice puzzled, "Why would you think I needed guards, please?"

Shane quite literally bites his tongue when Cinnamon stumbles over the question about him being her betrothed. Then he smiles and says, "Sadly, I do not have that honor, Grandfather. She is one of my closest friends and very dear to me, however." Cinnamon hastily translates that as well, though she's bright red as she does so!

Grandfather Shaman smiles, "Even if you are powerful, there are sometimes honor guards... people who stay with you to show you are important."

Cinnamon turns pink with embarrassment, "Oh! Oh, gosh, nonono -- I d-didn't mean to try to act all important. I just thought that Thorny might be able to help here too! -uh, and Shaney's really good at helping me when I'm either a dragon, or my usual little-bit clumsy self!" She smiles shyly at her friends as she adds, "They're both very kind to me. I'm lucky to have them as friends." Thorn smiles quietly at the praise, blushing a bit.

Shane chuckles and corrects Cinnamon gently, "I'm here because I enjoy spending time with her, and because I like being helpful. I also enjoy learning new things. She's very strong and wouldn't think to ask for an honor guard. It's not how she is." Cinnamon grins shyly and nods.

Grandfather Shaman nods with a smile, "We will wait until everyone has eaten. It is now late. But tomorrow we will try this out... after we are all rested."

Once everyone that wants or needs to eat is finished, the three visitors are shown to a cozy guesthouse to sleep, where they are all housed together. Cinnamon is happy to crash -- she's actually really tired by now! Thorn too is grateful for the sleep -- it's a bit later than he's usually used to, unless there's some medical emergency.

In the morning, Amka and Yuka bring the visitors food. Amka tells the threesome, "Grandfather says he is going to try the comb today, if you want to perhaps come with him."

"Oh! Is there something I can help with?" Cinnamon pauses, then curiously adds, "So... you don't have anybody ill or injured here, then?"

Amka shakes her head, "Oh, yes, there are some injured. One of our hunters broke her leg badly -- the big bone in her thigh. It's having problems healing... and one of our elders is having bad problems with her lungs. Do you want to stay together and come visit with Grandfather afterwards? He will wait for you to join him."

Thorn frowns a bit. The femur needs to be healed properly... and the elder with the lung issue... sounds like bronchitis or -- worse, in this environment -- pneumonia. He nods, "Seeing them would be very good, yes." He looks to the others, "You don't have to come along, but you're absolutely welcome to!"

Cinnamon shakes her head, "We don't want to slow Grandfather Shaman down at all! He shouldn't have to wait for us, please." She glances at Thorn, adding, "If you don't mind, then... I'm going to go be there in case Grandfather needs me for anything, okay?" She grins at Shane, "You should go where you want too, okay?"

Thorn nods to Cinnamon, "Will do! I'll rejoin Shane as soon as I'm done."

Shane also nods, and smiles, "Go on, acushla. I'll stay here. Sometimes sacred things should be shared with the fewest people possible." To Thorn, he adds, "I'm coming along with you, Thorn. I'm always curious about how things go when you're doing healing."

Thorn nods to Shane, "You'd be welcome, of course!"

Cinnamon looks worried, "Oh, dear... Amka, is Grandfather inviting me just to be polite? Should I decline, so it remains sacred within only your community?"

Amka smiles and shakes her head, "No. He invited you. You should feel free to go with him!"

Cinnamon looks relieved, "Oh, okay!" She cheerfully hugs her friends, wishing Thorn an excellent and easy healing time -- then beams at Amka, "Okay, I'm ready!"

Apparently the little community doesn't have a dedicated infirmary. Instead, the injured and sick are taken care of in their own homes, unless there's some reason to quarantine them. Since it doesn't seem like either of the patients Thorn will be seeing need to be quarantined, they're in their own dwellings. Yuka goes with them, explaining, "This way, they are in their own place, and they are comfortable. It seems silly to separate them from family and their home when they are feeling badly."

Thorn nods to Yuka, "That makes sense... and yes, in these cases especially it makes sense. How long has the elder had trouble with their lungs?"

Yuka thinks, "She began having issues with them perhaps a year ago... and it's been getting worse and worse. It was bad last winter, then cleared up but did not go away this summer. It's gotten bad again." Thorn doesn't think it's an acute condition like pneumonia, in that case... though he worries it's potentially something worse. But he only nods and asks Yuka to take him first to the person with the broken femur. Neither seems to be an immediate, critical rush case, so he'll work with the more straightforward one first.

The broken femur case is also a woman, though she's in her late 20s. Thorn knows femurs are a hard bone to heal -- and they're also a hard bone to break, so this fall must have been difficult. Shane mostly just stays quiet, just taking the place in. Thorn smiles to the hunter, and Yuka translates for him, as he asks for what in particular happened. He also asks permission to touch her hand; if not given, he'll try to do the examination without touch -- though it's much easier with contact.

The hunter apparently fell off a large boulder -- fifteen feet or more. She'd managed to splint her leg and get back, but it hasn't been healing properly. Fortunately the woman does not mind touch -- she offers her hand to Thorn and squeezes it a little. Thorn closes his eyes and visualizes the hunter's upper leg, at the break. He tries to "see" the fracture: where it is, how severe, how much and in what position it's been healing on its own. He has no idea if he can painlessly break a bone that's started to knit, and he doesn't really want to find out... ah, there: he can feel the break. It's only about three days old, and it hasn't knitted very well at all because it's actually two breaks: one across the bone, as expected... but another is a split down the length of the femur itself.

Thorn winces slightly. On the one hand, the break is new; re-seating it shouldn't be too bad. On the other -- as he tells Yuka and the hunter -- there are two fractures, which is probably why it's not healing well. Thorn takes a slow breath, then slowly and carefully explains, what he's going to do, if she'll trust him to do so: he will first apply a sort of 'anesthetic' magic, since he doesn't trust himself to be able to painlessly re-break the bone. Then he'll try to get the bones to carefully! separate and reposition themselves properly. After that he'll try to get the pieces to knit together at least enough that the rest of her healing can continue naturally.

The hunter laughs a bit roughly, "I was worried that might be it. If it had not gotten better soon, I was going to have to ask to be taken to the city."

Thorn isn't sure how difficult it would be for the hunter to get to the city -- he suspects the answer is: not easily. Instead he smiles, "Well, we'll try and save you a trip there, I think! Just close your eyes and I'll do my best." He starts with the 'anesthetic' magics first, before trying to get the bones to un-knit -- not break! -- and then re-knit.

Shane watches Thorn's face, then asks quietly, "Do you need help with possibly rebreaking and resetting? Or are you just going to try to do it the, ah... quick way?"

Thorn murmurs, "I'm going to try to do it with magic, hopefully without manual breaks. There's two fractures, and I'm not sure how to re-break a longitudinal fracture."

Shane hisses and winces, "Fuuuu-udge... okay. Yeah. Let's do it your way."

Sweat beads on Thorn's brow as he asks the hunter's femur to completely -- and painlessly, with the anesthetic -- un-knit the hard work it's done to put itself back together. It's a lot to ask, he knows, but it will be better in the long run. He's a little surprised at how well it happens, in fact! Once the bones are un-knit, he puts just a little traction on the leg, and visualizes the femur knitting itself back together, at least enough so that it's on the road to recovery. He also gratefully accepts Shane's help with the traction, knowing the other man is both much stronger than he, and able to be far more precise as a result. Thorn trusts Shane to apply just enough traction to help set the bone properly -- in fact, it almost seems like Shane might have done something of this sort before. Shane blows out a breath when the magic takes hold, and gently squeezes Thorn's shoulder, "I know it's what you're good at, but it's still amazing to me."

Thorn smiles quietly, admitting, "It's still amazing to me, too!" Once everything is properly put back together, the medic tells the hunter to be careful with the leg! It should be treated as just freshly healed; ideally she should wait at least two or three weeks before any strenuous activity -- and, of course, to stop immediately should there be any pain. Thorn also suggests liquids, and additional calcium in her diet, if possible -- since her bones just went through a fair amount of it just now.

The hunter's eyes are huge as she watches in amazement! She gabbles something excited to Yuka, who smiles and pats her arm as she replies... and then Yuka turns to Thorn and Shane, "I told her you were a type of shaman from the outside."

Thorn smiles quietly, "That's... probably close enough. Thank you, Yuka."

Earlier, Amka takes Cinnamon with her to meet Grandfather Shaman. The young woman quietly explains they'll be going down by the water, in order to see if the new comb will get out the tangles in Sedna's hair. Cinnamon nods interestedly -- she has no idea how these sorts of rituals are performed, so she's looking forward to learning something new.

When the two young women reach the ocean shore, it's clear they aren't intended to simply sit alone on the cold beach. Instead, there's a warm, sturdy little hut made of stone, turf, and driftwood there, with smoke coming out of its small chimney. It's isolated from the rest of the village, and fits along the contours of the land above the high tide line -- but still looks cozy and comfortable. Amka says quietly, "Grandfather Shaman stays here with a helper much of the time, since it is quieter here for his rituals. We bring him food and water and check on him."

Cinnamon nods again, her bright-eyed, fascinated gaze flicking around to gather in all the information she can. Her voice is hushed, "Will you be there with me, Amka, so I don't accidentally do anything stupid?"

Amka pats Cinnamon's hand and beams with supreme confidence, "You will not do anything stupid." Amka knocks lightly on the door, which is opened by a sturdy young man. He welcomes them in and explains that he and Amka will be outside while the ritual occurs.

Cinnamon blinks slowly, pushing her glasses up, "Umm, okay... but there's someone here to help in the ritual, right? Someone that can point me where to sit, and -- and play the drum, or whatever you use here, that calls the shaman back?" She is, after all, touched by Amka's confidence in her -- but doesn't necessarily share it!

Amka smiles and pats Cinnamon again, "Grandfather usually does this on his own. He does not require calling back. He will guide you!"

Cinnamon blinks again... then squeaks a nervous, "O-okay..." She takes a deep breath... then steps into the little hut and looks around. Amka too goes in -- just long enough to say hello to her great-grandfather! The shaman gives her a warm hug and thanks her for bringing Cinnamon.

Inside, the little hut is cozy and warm due to the small stone fireplace. There are a couple of small beds, an eating area, and some wooden folding chairs which are currently tucked away to clear the floor. In the center of the room there's an arrangement of warm, dyed furs and leathers upon which a few things have been arranged, the comb amongst them. There's no drum, but there are a couple of rattles. Cinnamon stands a bit nervously by the door, staring around her in fascination... at least until Grandfather Shaman waves Cinnamon in and pats the floor next to where he's sitting, "Come, come -- sit! We will call to Sedna." He chuckles quietly, "In the summer months I do this right down by the waves... but they will not let me do that when it is this cold."

Cinnamon sits down where indicated and says shyly in Greenlandic, "Thank you so much for inviting me, Grandfather. I know this is a great honor." She hesitates, then uncertainly adds, "Is there, um... anything I need to do?"

Grandfather Shaman smiles kindly at Cinnamon, "You are nervous. Do not be." He hands her one of the rattles and starts adding things to a shell bowl between them, "I will do the calling. You will help with the rattle. It is a simple sound -- soothing -- it helps us relax and drift into... into the other place where we can meet Sedna." He proceeds to show her the rhythm with the rattle... it really is quite simple and soothing. Cinnamon nods, still a bit nervous, but picks up the rhythm easily enough. After that she tries to concentrate just on replicating the sound as directed... even as she watches in unflagging fascination.

Grandfather Shaman lights the herbs in the bowl, creating a pleasant, herbal smoke as he joins Cinnamon in the rattling rhythm. He starts singing a low, meandering chant, the meandering tune weaving in and out around the rattling in a very dream-like manner. Some of the words are familiar to Cinnamon as Greenlandic -- but some are apparently a dialect too old for the little dragon to understand. From what she can understand, though, the shaman is petitioning Sedna to please answer his call and bless them with her presence. The room increasingly feels quite pleasant, almost... like it's larger than when they sat down?

Cinnamon is completely unfamiliar with psychotropics, so she has no idea they're in use. She's just happily rattling and enjoying herself... and feeling unaccountably proud that a wise elder is willing to allow her to observe. Admittedly, Grandfather Shaman would not have thought to warn her, regarding any psychoactive drugs in the ceremony. To him, these are sacred herbs, necessary for their assistance as he sings the song entreating Sedna to come to them. The effects are much milder than they might be with some such agents, but eventually it sounds to Cinnamon as if the dreaming susurrations of the ocean are there in the room with them, rather than outside. The rush of waves increases, and the mournful cries of sea birds are clearer. Cinnamon rattles rhythmically, her eyes wide and bright with intensity. This is completely new to her, and she doesn't want to miss anything! What little thought she spares for the odd sounds is merely the assumption that this is some supernatural thing she's not previously witnessed.

As the song winds around the two supplicants, there's the sound of approaching footsteps... footsteps which seem to be approaching across sand... yet Cinnamon and the shaman are still comfortably seated on the furs and rugs. Cinnamon looks up interestedly, wondering who this could be. If she's remembering her legends correctly, Sedna has no hands or feet, due to a cruel... was it her father who harmed her and cast her into the sea? Though... could this be the footsteps of, say, someone traveling like a seal does on the land?

The thumping, sliding sounds come closer, and the shaman's rattling slows and stops just as the sounds too stop, just to Cinnamon's left. The little dragon blinks, uncertain as to whether she should slow her rattling as well... or maintain it. Hmm... maybe best to follow Grandfather Shaman's lead? She echoes his gradual pause in rattling, then looks with excited curiosity to her left. Could this be Sedna?

Sitting on her knees, just to Cinnamon's left, is a woman with long, dark hair. It covers the ends of her legs and trails down her back, off into some unimaginable distance where it fades out of sight. Her arms rest on her knees, though she has no hands -- only scars where they once were. Her face is tired but lovely as Grandfather Shaman greets her warmly.

Cinnamon glances with interest at the long black hair, guessing that it'll be tangled and snarled... no wonder Sedna gets so angry, if she can't even care for herself when humans mess things up! Indeed, the entity's hair is a horrible mess, fouled with pieces of plastic and metal, and matted in oily clumps that have an almost greenish sheen in places. Cinnamon winces in sympathy at the disgusting slime coating poor Sedna's hair... then looks hopefully at Grandfather Shaman. He has the comb! The little dragon takes a deep breath, crossing her fingers that it works well for this poor, abused goddess.

Grandfather Shaman speaks to Sedna, "This person has brought a new comb to untangle your hair." He nods to Cinnamon; Sedna turns to closely examine the little dragon, and Cinnamon smiles uncertainly at Sedna, bobbing her head in greeting. As she does so, the shaman quietly asks if he may try to comb out the tangles. The angry, sad goddess nods, then looks at Cinnamon and says something in a language the little dragon doesn't yet know. Grandfather Shaman translates, "She says thank you." He picks up the comb and starts to hum softly to himself as he begins to move it through the lovely, scarred woman's hair.

Cinnamon smiles and hesitantly says in Greenlandic, "You're very welcome -- I'm glad I could help!"

As the shaman hums softly and combs, Sedna's eyes close, and she sighs. Cinnamon can feel there's something happening... something more than just combing, as if the small gesture is producing far larger consequences. She sighs in sympathy as Sedna relaxes, relieved the comb seems to be working... now, hopefully, Sedna will release more sea creatures for the People!

Eventually Sedna tips her head and speaks to Cinnamon, though the words have a strange resonance -- as if she's speaking in one language, but Cinnamon hears in another, "It is a great kindness to help a people that are not yours." Then she sighs again, softly, as a massive tangle of plastic, oil gunk, and something more finally works free. Cinnamon can see the hair around Sedna's face is starting to look more healthy -- thick and black, but without the petrol sheen.

Cinnamon smiles at that, replying, "Are you familiar with the global supernatural Council? Each councilor represents their people -- all except me. Like my greatsire before me, I have the honor of representing everyone who has no official consular representation. So if there is something that you need -- something that is wrong, or someone you wish to help -- then please feel free to call on me?"

Sedna tips her head the other way, sighing softly again as the shaman continues combing through her hair. To Cinnamon, the hair looks to be almost the same lovely shade and texture as Shane's, once it's cleared of tangles and pollution. The goddess murmurs, "I am not familiar with it, but I will let my people know, should I need something, and they can contact you."

Cinnamon nods slowly, "Thank you. I would be honored to help however I can." After that she simply watches in silent, quietly elated fascination. She's seated... with a goddess! She got to help the goddess feel better! This is so incredibly freaking COOL! The little dragon is silent and still, but beaming with internal delight -- she is so lucky to get to live this life!

The combing and humming go on for a very long, dreamy time. There's a bit more conversation, but whatever it was about seems very... fuzzy. Eventually, all the snarls the shaman can find are gone... and Sedna sighs with relief, as if she was previously in a great deal of pain. Then she says something gently to the old shaman, and he nods. She moves as if to turn away, and the room... are they in a room? Or are they on the beach? Wherever they are, it starts to dim.

Cinnamon is feeling quite dreamy herself right now... as well as very happy at how relieved Sedna seems to be! She glances around herself curiously, as her surroundings get rather foggy... then blinks. Where'd Sedna go? Is Grandfather Shaman still there? Ah, yes -- there he is, carefully putting away the comb. He smiles at Cinnamon, "She will release more seals and sea birds for us. Thank you." The walls are slowly reappearing, though it's definitely quite dark in the little hut now.

Cinnamon sighs in relief, "Oh, wonderful! I'm so glad the comb worked!" She beams at the old shaman -- then abruptly yawns. A moment later she blinks in surprise, "Golly! Were we here for a long time or something? Oh! Should I be rattling now too?"

Grandfather Shaman smiles at the earnest little dragon, his tired eyes twinkling, "No; the rattling was to call to Sedna." He looks at the window, "My companion will walk you and Amka back. It is quite late."

Cinnamon nods a bit tiredly, though she's not aware that part of that weariness is her body fighting off the effects of the psychotropics. She smiles with quiet happiness at the shaman, "Okay. I'm really glad everything went so well! So... should I wait a few days until the sea creatures start appearing, or will they just turn up immediately... or do you know?"

The Shaman stands and goes to the door, calling in Amka and his companion before he replies, "Normally we see them within two sunsets." Speaking of sunsets... the sun is down outside... though Cinnamon isn't surprised at that, honestly, considering it's nearly December in the Arctic Circle. She'd have been more surprised if the sun were up, in fact! But she rises carefully, her legs a little stiff from sitting so long, and trudges over to the door.

Amka is there to help Cinnamon get wrapped up to head back. She also hands over a canteen, "You will want to drink this as we walk."

Cinnamon smiles tiredly at Amka, accepting the canteen with a nod, "Okay. Um... how late is it, please?" She has a long drink, then sighs and adds a bit sheepishly, "I can't tell what time of day it is during winter nights."

Amka looks up calculatingly, then replies, "I think, by your clocks, it is 1:00 a.m." However, the young woman doesn't seem a bit tired.

Cinnamon mumbles in tired amusement, "Well, that'd explain why I'm so sleepy... are Shaney and Thorny still awake?"

Amka smiles, "I do not know. I stayed outside there."

Cinnamon nods to Amka, "Okay." She knows the walk is a good hour or so back to the building they're staying in, so she continues to take regular gulps off the canteen until it's emptied. Then she hands it back to Amka, with a tiredly pleased smile, "It worked! The comb worked. I'm so happy!"

Earlier in the day, Thorn spends a lot of time with the coughing elder, finally determining that she has a very bad case of chronic bronchitis... though that's rather to be expected, considering her age. The healer then visualizes her lungs repairing themselves, healing the bronchial tubes and alveoli -- which he follows with a conversation about preventative care. He carefully explains to the elder which herbs and foods she should eat to try to help the body resist the effects in the future, taking his time in doing so. He knows the elder is aware of some of what he tells her, of course. The real issue is actually having the herbs and supplements available, when the tribe doesn't have reliable access to them.

After that, Shane and Thorn wait... and wait... and wait for Cinnamon. By about mid-afternoon the healer starts asking questions, though the people assure him this is not unexpected -- rituals can take a while! Thorn understands that, but by the time dinner comes around, he's asking questions again, this time a little more concerned than before. He doesn't want to make a scene, but he's getting worried about Cinnamon! He decides not to go to sleep until he talks with Cinnamon. After all, he knows it's an important ceremony, and he's not going to interfere or barge in -- but by this point he definitely wants to give Cinnamon a brief checkup once she's left the ritual -- and maybe more than that, depending on what else went on during the ceremony!

Shane too is okay with Cinnamon being gone for a while -- and he too doesn't get antsy until she's gone late into the afternoon. He chooses to let Thorn ask the questions, though, because Shane's normal cool is... a little fuzzled! When someone explains that the ritual can sometimes last well into the night, he relaxes a bit... but he's in complete agreement with Thorn on not sleeping until she gets back.

Consequently it's not until some time around 2:00 am that Cinnamon follows Amka into a room... then brightens in sleepy pleasure at sight of Thorn and Shane, "Guys! Hi there!" Her quietly joyful smile is unguardedly sweet as she explains, "It worked! The comb worked perfectly!" A huge yawn interrupts her, and she grins wryly afterward, "Also... it got really late! I'm sorry I kept you guys waiting so long!"

Shane has one of those moments of: 'Just freakin' kiss her, dammit!' as she walks in -- but then gets himself under control. Not the time; not the place... even if that smile is stunning! Instead, he smiles warmly and goes to hug her, "Glad you're back. Apparently the herbs he uses can be a little trippy." Thorn gives a sigh of relief and smiles back at Cinnamon -- though he does glance at Shane to see how much that smile affects him. Unfortunately Shane doesn't try to kiss her, so Thorn thinks to himself, [Oh, well. He'll do it at some point!]

Cinnamon happily returns the hug, her head leaning tiredly against Shane's shoulder as she mumbles, "Kinda hungry too... herbs? Are they edible?"

"We're just glad you're okay," Thorn says. "We're also glad the comb worked! Ah, may I do a quick checkup for you, please? Just want to make sure you're all right."

Cinnamon blinks a bit sleepily at Thorn, "A... checkup?" She straightens from the hug with Shane, and looks critically down at herself, "Sure. Uhh... is something wrong?"

Thorn smiles and shakes his head, "No, not that I imagine! It's just, you were in that ritual for over eighteen hours." She blinks in surprise, and he quickly checks her pulse and pupil reactions -- since he strongly suspects this was Cinnamon's first exposure to psychoactives. Fortunately the checkup reveals nothing unusual: Cinnamon's pulse is normal, though her pupils are a bit dilated. There's signs of very mild psychotropics, but more likely there was actual magic involved. He'll have to ask Iason about that! "You're perfectly fine, Cinnamon... though I imagine you're extremely hungry!"

About that time Shane shows up again with munchies, smiling a little crookedly, "Yeah. If you haven't eaten for 18 hours and then walked back here..."

Cinnamon nods amiably to Thorn -- but then her eyes widen and her head comes up as she catches the scent of: "Foo-ooood!" She whirls, then beams at Shane, wide-eyed, "Wow that smells wonderful can I have some too is that okay yeah we walked for like an hour ohmygosh this looks delicious!" She's already reaching for whatever Shane is carrying -- her system is actually rather depleted by now!

Shane chuckles, "You can have all of it."

Cinnamon gives a happy, incoherent little squeee! -- since her mouth is full... but as soon as she's swallowed, she beams at Shane, "You're the best, Shaney!" Good manners force her to add, a moment later, "Oh, I'm sorry -- Thorny, Amka, would you like some too?" She keeps eating after that, though -- her tummy is rumbling, she's so hungry!

Amka smiles and shakes her head -- she's going to head off for the night! Thorn grins, but then excuses himself -- he's exhausted, and needs to sleep to recover after his healing work today. Shane, however, settles down next to Cinnamon, resting an elbow on the table and his head on his hand. Cinnamon eats steadily for a bit... but eventually pauses, glancing a bit worriedly at Shane, "Is... something wrong?" She glances self-consciously down at herself, wondering if Shane's too polite to say she's done something stupid like... oh, spill food on herself maybe?

Shane shakes his head and smiles, "I'm just enjoying hanging out with you." Which is enough truth. He's not about to say he's watching her face and thinking about that lovely sleepy smile! "What was the ritual like? Do you feel like you can talk about it?"

Cinnamon brightens at that, "Oh! Yes, I'd love to -- er, if you d-don't think you'll be bored or anything?" At Shane's amused assurance that he really does wish to hear, Cinnamon happily shares the ceremony information: how it went, how Sedna looked, how it felt to be sitting there next to a goddess! -- how wonderful it was to be thanked by the goddess, and how proud Cinnamon was that she could be useful to the people she's supposed to represent. She speaks between bites of food, and even if Shane couldn't sense truth, her delight and joy is evident by her shining eyes.

Shane listens because he's curious and really wants to know... and because he loves seeing Cinnamon so excited and happy -- and... well, because he's thinking how much he would love to wake up to those amazing sleepy smiles of hers. At one point, that thought drifts in a little strongly -- and because he's a little sleepy himself, his eyes go about half closed, and a dreamy smile of his own ghosts across his face... before he rouses himself again to listen.

Cinnamon blinks a bit startledly at sight of that smile -- wow, good thing Shane doesn't know just how darned hot he looks when he does that! Otherwise he wouldn't be wasting it on her, of course. She hastily takes another bite of food to give herself a breather... then sighs happily once she's swallowed, "That was it, really! Amka and I walked back then, and here we are. Is it time for bed yet?" Again, she hasn't the faintest idea that her candid phrasing could seem suggestive -- she's just really sleepy and unguarded, currently!

Shane shakes himself awake a little before his own drowsiness lets him make a suggestive joke about bedtime. He can be flirty; Cinnamon just hasn't seen a lot of it yet, because he doesn't want to push her, or scare her away by being playfully and meaninglessly flirty with other people. But he's not going to do that here -- not now. Instead, he smiles -- and doesn't realize that he's still sleepy enough that it's that bedroom-eyes smile again -- as he replies, "It's long past, but I'm exhausted. We should probably both get some rest."

Cinnamon nods emphatically, her eyes still a little wide -- she's got the strangest urge to reach out and... and... like, touch Shane... somehow? Run her fingers through his hair, or caress his face, or... or touch his... his, uhh... lips... Cinnamon blinks, abruptly jerking her head around so she's facing her plate again. Holy macaroni, her face must be flaming red! She hops to her feet, babbling, "Yep I agree me too wow this was great thanks so much see you all tomorrow!" as she nearly flees the room!

Shane blinks as Cinnamon does her rabbit impersonation again, muttering to himself, "What the fuck did I do that time?"

Cinnamon mentally chastises herself as she flees hastily to her room -- what was she thinking?! What, was she thinking?! Great googly moogly, she's going to drive Shane away at this rate! Naturally, that's when it hits her: they're sharing a room -- all three of them! She groans softly to herself, clutching her head for a moment... then determinedly continues her hasty patter to the room. She'll just have to get ready really really fast -- so she's in bed and can pretend she's already asleep by the time Shane arrives! He turns up not long after she does so, though he makes very, very little noise. He just strips down to his pants before climbing into bed, trying not to startle Cinnamon again.

The next day dawns bright and freezing cold, and when Amka asks what they'd like to do, Cinnamon shyly asks if they could maybe please have some time to just... play in the snow while the sun is up for the very short day? That turns into a great deal of fun for the young dragon -- she gleefully scrapes out several snow angels, and builds a snow, um... 'thingie,' as she calls it! Her next try is less ambitious, if also longer: a reclining snowdragon! She's happy to play with anyone who wants to, as well -- whether that's a group of excitedly squealing children who pelt her with snowballs behind a hastily-crafted fort; or adults pausing to laugh and egg them on before heading on out for the day's hunt, or shopping, or whatever. It's clear to Shane, too, that Cinnamon has decided to put last night's weirdness out of her mind, since she excitedly invites them to play in the snow as well.

Thorn would enjoy some time playing in the snow, though he makes sure he's easily available if a medical emergency comes up. It's nice -- it's relaxing and calming to be in the stillness of the fallen snow. Of course, he doesn't get 'stillness' with Cinnamon gallivanting about, but he's okay with that. Better a happy dragon! Shane is... amazing with the kids. He does a lot of snow-fort and snowball fights... and he's almost impossible to dislodge or knock down! The kids love sliding into him to be caught.

Cinnamon giggles delightedly as she watches her friends playing. She's feeling almost fizzy with happiness today -- she was useful to her people! She beams even more when various women of the clan return before sunset, chattering excitedly together about the many flocks of multiple species of sea birds which have turned up again. By the next day, in fact, the little dragon gives a small but very happy cheer when the hunters return at sunset -- with a seal and a brace of common eider! Cinnamon turns to her friends, her eyes sparkling with happiness, "It worked! Sedna's happy again! I think we can safely go home now, tonight... Amka has my phone number too, in case folks here need anything again."

The clan is happy to distribute hugs and little gifts the to the trio before they go. The little gifts aren't much, but they are pretty little shells and bits of sea glass -- lovely things to take home. It's at the end that Amka and Yuka almost shyly come up and offer Cinnamon a pair of the thigh-high snowboots made in the unique Greenlandic style... while each of the men are offered a pair of warm, waterproof sealskin gloves. Cinnamon almost tears up with emotion at the lovely boots! She hugs both women tightly, thanking them in a slightly choked voice for the incredibly beautiful and generous gift -- now she'll always think of the two young women when she wears the gorgeous, hand-crafted boots! Amka and Yuka beam at that, since they worked together to make the present.

Cinnamon gives warm hugs and thanks to everyone who wants one -- including a great many children! -- then shifts to dragon form. That causes a small but delighted 'ooooh!' from the kids -- followed by a cheer as she settles into sphynx pose and invites them to play on her tail! Cinnamon chatters happily with the clan members as Shane and Thorn strap all the luggage securely to her harness, swinging her tail slowly back and forth for the gleefully shrieking kids -- and then, once everything is ready, she rises to her feet and sends the kids back to their parents. After a moment to be sure that Thorn and Shane are buckled in, they all wave, and Cinnamon takes off, wings beating up a small flurry of snow!

The trip is, once again, just over four hours... but since Boston is four hours behind Greenland, it's still just after sunset when they arrive safely at Coblyn. The little dragon shifts back to human form, then happily invites her two dear friends to have dinner with her... maybe at Cafe Prague? -- as a very sincere thanks for their invaluable assistance in helping out the Greenlanders. As they're strolling along together to drop off luggage and go eat dinner, Cinnamon remarks thoughtfully, "You know, I used to think children were awful... mostly because as a child, I got treated really shabbily. But I wonder how much of that was due to my birth family? All the kids I've been meeting recently have been really nice!" She adds in nearly the same breath, "Though if you guys prefer, we could eat at Little India instead? What would you all like for dinner?" Then she beams down at herself, still a bit emotionally high from the pleasure of flying -- and still prone to super-leaps of thought! "This is so cool -- my lopapeysa looks really nice with the new boots, don't you think?"

Shane is happy to accept the dinner invitation! Thorn is also happy to have dinner with them both, though he does plan on begging off a little early to give them time to each other -- one can always hope, after all. So he recommends Cafe Prague, since it's very slightly closer. Shane slides an arm around Cinnamon's shoulders and smiles, "Kids here and the kids in the village are all very much loved. I think it's because you were exposed to entitled little brats, acushla."

Cinnamon looks thoughtful for a few strides, unwittingly leaning a little into Shane's warmth. Finally she muses, "You know... I bet you're right, Shaney! It may sound a bit corny... but all the kids I remember as a child were -- as Spice would put it -- privileged middle class whitebread brats!" She pauses, then giggles, "Well, w-with more, umm... profanity?"

Shane smiles, "Having met your family, I'm certain they tried to be Those People and tried to have you associate with The Right Kind Of People."

Dinner is lovely and filling for the hungry little dragon. She chatters happily with her friends, reminding them that they'll all be heading to Hawai'i the day after tomorrow! She giggles, "From ice to beach in only three days -- kinda disorienting!" She grins, "Makes me feel like a jet-setter. Should we expect paparazzi?"

Shane laughs at that! He leans back, tipping his chair onto its back legs as he thinks, "I'm glad it's a small group this time." Thorn indulges in one of the spicier dishes served in the Cafe Prague. It's quite flavorful, and he thoroughly enjoys it. He'd never tell anyone their food is 'bland,' because he can still taste just fine -- it's just that spicier or more flavorful food makes more of an impact on him.

Cinnamon looks curious, "We were a small group to Greenland too, weren't we? Or do you mean we're headed to a small group?"

Shane smiles, "I'm liking going in smaller groups. Less logistics." -and less chance he'll want to smack Marcus! Cinnamon grins cheerfully and nods to Shane, though she's not really sure what he means, since she's always considered logistics to be just another form of accounting. Still... he smiled! She likes that -- makes her feel warm inside. Shane considers, then adds, "I should likely get some sunblock. I'm out in the sun a lot, but I'm still beansidhe." He is indeed a bit pale, but not sickly. "Not that we're going to be exactly hanging out on the beach, but if there's time, y'know..." -and in case they end up in the water with the weresharks...

Cinnamon beams excitedly at that! "Oh! Yes, there is -- we've got a whole week planned there! Though... I'm not exactly sure what I'd wear on the beach. Hmm... maybe one of those pretty batik cloth skirts would do?" Years ago the little dragon had absolutely refused to get a bathing suit after an entirely too humiliating day of shopping with her mother and sister... and has since never bothered. She's not about to say that aloud, however.

Shane smiles, suspecting some of Cinnamon's reasons. Thorn too smiles, listening. "I'm sure Josie and Spice can help you find something," he says. He's somewhat looking forward to Hawai'i. It's amusing to him to go from one weather extreme to the other, and it'll be fun!

Cinnamon grins wryly, "Maybe... though it'd have to be tomorrow so we can make the plane on time. Considering it's apparently a twelve hour flight, I thought best to let someone else's wings carry us there!" She giggles at the mental image of a big metal plane flapping its wings!

Of course, the next day Cinnamon quietly 'forgets' to ask Josie and Spice to help her find a bathing suit -- she loves her friends to bits, so she has no intention of putting them into such an awkward position as to have to admit to her that there simply aren't any bathing suits that look good on her stumpy little body. She figures those cloth skirt thingies should be easy enough to find in Hawai'i, after all. Thorn is unfortunately so busy preparing that he doesn't have a chance to remind Cinnamon to ask Josie and Spice. He has quite a bit of materials to safely pack if he's going to be traveling back... he makes a quick calculation... six hours? That's a pretty significant time lag!

Thorn meets up with Shane and Cinnamon, carrying a rather extra-large first aid kit, since he can't bring his paramedic kit on a commercial flight -- too many controlled substances. He doesn't bring the medicinal herbs he has for much the same reason, as he doesn't want to risk them being mistaken for illicit drugs of some kind. Shane shows up with a couple of bags and something that looks a lot like a soft-sided rifle case. He's wearing, of all things, a long black duster. It seems like it would be rather ridiculous wear for Hawaii, but he looks comfy. He's also wearing jeans and ankle boots that look like they can easily slip off. Cinnamon blinks in surprise at Shane's apparent rifle case, "You're bringing a sword?!"

Shane very calmly arches a brow, "Of course I'm not." Then he adds, "I'm bringing three swords and my daggers. But I have to check them and mark them as theatrical props. I always travel with my swords, acushla."

Cinnamon blinks startledly -- then has to stifle a giggle! "But... b-but won't the airlines, um... be... kind of upset?"

Shane shakes his head, "They never have before. I brought these when we went to get your things. They're going in the luggage hold and they're marked as props. People travel with weapons all the time -- just not where they can get to them." He grins, "You should be extra proud of me now, acushla. I had four daggers on me when I walked your dad out the door -- and didn't stab him even a little bit."

Cinnamon blinks startledly at Shane -- where did he hide all those daggers? Her eyes unwittingly start to travel assessingly down Shane's body -- at least until she realizes what she's doing, flushes hotly, and yanks her gaze back up to Shane's face! "Oh, uhh... um, y-yes. Yes, that's... that's good... well!" She claps her hands together, wheeling around so she's not facing the two men, "Let's, um... time to hit the road, right!"

The trip length is long; Thorn thoroughly prefers to travel via Cinnamon, to be honest -- she's so much faster and friendlier for the environment than a jet liner! Still, best to travel there conventionally. He manages to get some sleep in on the plane, at least. But when they arrive, he can see that Hawai'i is every bit the paradise that people rave it is. It's absolutely beautiful... at least the parts that he can see from the plane. He knows looks can be deceiving, but for the time being he's content to bask in the beauty of the islands. Shane manages to sleep most of the trip. He's got that happy trick of being able to just... close his eyes and sleep just about any time and anywhere.

Cinnamon is delighted at the opportunity for some lovely, warm, early winter vacation days to balance out the freezing winter weather of Iceland and Greenland, too! The flight is into Inouye International Airport, on the island of Honolulu -- which does indeed take twelve or so hours, and makes Cinnamon appreciate the sidhe disgust with airplanes! After a relaxing night in the local hotel, the threesome then take a puddle-jumper to Hilo Airport, on the Big Island. Once they land, Shane does exactly what he did at Cinnamon's old place: he disappears into the men's room with his rifle case, and reappears later with the rifle case seemingly a bit lighter, and his duster still on despite the lovely Hawaiian weather. Once in the car, he does slide the small sheath from the back and put it in the back of the car while driving. He glories in the gorgeous weather and sings along with the radio. Cinnamon laughs and happily sings with Shane and the radio as well!

It's beautiful and warm, compared to Boston, and Cinnamon enjoys it tremendously as Shane drives them, in the small electric rental car, to the little AirB&B cottage which Spice rented for them. The building is just a mile or two down the road from the very long, narrow, black-sand Hilo Bayfront Beach Park, which is where Cinnamon intends to try attracting Kahiau's attention. Due to online research done by she and Spice, Cinnamon knows the water there isn't good for swimming due to a) being a bit murky from old issues with pollution which aren't completely cleaned up -- and sharks like hunting in murky waters -- with b) cold and hazardous waves and currents, so that consequently d) the locals don't go there much, and e) tourists are generally warned away from that beach in particular. Plus there's easy parking at the associated little park. Perfect!

Over dinner, Cinnamon plans with her friends. Perhaps best to visit the beach very, very early in the morning, well before dawn... since she's trying to call a gigantic megalodon, after all, and doesn't want to terrify anyone passing by! "Do you guys want to come along?"

Thorn nods, "Sure! I'd like to come along and see how well he's doing." Also, of course, in case the guy gets hungry and nips someone accidentally!

Shane chuckles, "Acushla, I know he won't hurt you, but I'm absolutely going. Because if someone else does come along, I may have to... well, go all white knight."

Cinnamon grins and nods to Thorn... then tilts her head confusedly at Shane, "Excuse me? You're... not happy with Thorn coming along? That... doesn't make sense?"

Thorn smiles, "I think Shane means if someone comes along while we're talking with the were-megalodon."

"Oh!" Cinnamon still looks a bit puzzled as she adds, "Okay, but... white knight? Who, um... who would you be fighting, please?"

Shane nods and smiles, "If he gets a little..." then shakes his head, "It's the constable in me, acushla. Just watching everyone's back. I know there won't be any trouble."

Cinnamon starts to slowly nod... but then shakes her head with a bemused smile, "He who, please? You surely don't mean Kahiau, do you? He's been really well mannered, after all... and he's asking us for help, right?" She grins teasingly, "Not for nibblies... right?"

Shane's eyes twinkle, "Oh, I certainly hope he doesn't try to nibble. Like I said, I know we're safe. But I'm coming along anyway. Let's keep planning."

Thorn laughs softly, "We'll be fine, I'm certain. So, shall we get some sleep? Traveling exhausts me, even if I can sleep on planes...."

Shane nods, "Yeah. Jet lag." Cinnamon laughs and agrees, and the threesome plan out everything they'll be taking to the beach the next morning. They even pack the car with everything but the food, so that they can depart quickly and easily. After that they all go to bed.

The next morning, well before dawn, Cinnamon gets up, dresses in a light blouse, flipflops, and the pareo she purchased at the little local airport, and makes coffee for everyone. The picnic food is added to the car, along with all the gear they intend to use to laze about on the beach while watching the sun rise. There's also a fluffy towel and some clothing sized for Kahiau. Shane is dressed in a tank top and a pair of rather low-slung surf shorts, along with flip-flops. His hair is braided neatly out of the way. He's got a backpack and wears a pair of Wayfarers over his amber-brown eyes. He does the driving, once again singing along to the radio. He doesn't have the windows down, though, since he doesn't want to wake anyone up.

Cinnamon giggles and blushes slightly -- Shane looks really nice! She happily sings along with the radio, between directing Shane on where to park. Thorn has his first aid kit in the car, of course, and is happy to let Shane drive, with Cinnamon in the passenger seat beside Shane. Once they've arrived, the little dragon asks the guys if they'd like a hand with unloading the car... or should she go and start calling for Kahiau instead? Shane waves her on, "I'll start unloading. Thorn, you can go on with her if you want. He might need some first aid."

Thorn nods to Shane, "Will do!" He unloads his first aid kit, but then pauses and thinks for a moment. "Actually, it'll be a while before Kahiau gets here, I imagine. I'll help unload the car."

As she walks down to the beach, Cinnamon realizes she's still got a while before sunrise, so... what to do to call a shark? Hmm... she knows there are riptides that make the water dangerous for swimming, but... perhaps just a bit of wading would be okay. She won't go any deeper in the water than about her knees, she decides. It's a lovely, cool morning with predawn starting to lighten the air, and it feels... strangely magical to the little dragon. She picks a leafy branch off a nearby shrub, casually peeling some leaves off to give herself a handle as she wades into the water. Then she stands peacefully, the waves rolling in and out past her as she gently sways the branch's leaves across the restlessly heaving ocean surface. As she does so, she sings quietly to herself in Hawaiian, since that's the tongue by which Kahiau first recognized her...

"From the cold and dark sea waters flowing deep,
Rising sleekly, ocean's shadow -- surface, please?
Talk to me of dreams, of what you need and want,
Graceful, toothy hunger, swift and dangerous;
Ancient ancestor, scarred and marked by gods,
Rise and find me here; please come speak with me..."

It's just a peaceful, lazy singsong made up on the spur of the moment, and Cinnamon keeps time with the slow swishing of her branch through the low, rolling waves. She has no idea she's accidentally plucked a branch from a ritually sacred Hawai'ian plant.

Out in the water a large, triangular black fin breaks the surface, heading slowly shoreward. It doesn't head straight in, though; instead it moves back and forth, as if examining the area. A few minutes later, a wetly sleek, dark-haired head comes out the waves... followed by broad shoulders as a human form surfaces and starts moving toward the shore. Cinnamon looks pleased as she notices the fin -- wow, good timing! Kahiau must've been just passing by! She beams, waving and calling cheerfully in Hawai'ian, "Aloha, Kahiau! Come ashore annnnd, uhhh..." She pushes up her glasses and blinks, her night-sighted eyes picking out little anomalies of size and silhouette -- this... isn't Kahiau! Further, he'd have warned her if there were other shark-people where he'd planned to meet her, or... most likely he'd have arrived with them?

Indeed, the silhouette is shaped differently. Kahiau is broader, built like a stereotypical Samoan. This man is leaner; his features sharper. His dark hair hangs past his shoulderblades. He is, however, quite covered in tattoos from his wrists and ankles to his collarbones... though his face is clear of markings. Cinnamon stares for a long heartbeat at the man standing silently there, watching her right back... then straightens and exclaims, "Oh my goodness! Er... Kamohoali'i? Is that you?" She thinks for a moment, then smiles and gives a small, tentative wave, "Aloha? I'm Cinnamon, the new global Councilor for this area -- it is a great honor to meet you, sir! Will you come talk to me and my friends, please, and tell me what you and your people need?" She adds a bit hesitantly, "We, er... have a picnic breakfast?"

After he studies Cinnamon for a moment, the entity nods and comes in closer to the shore. He's quite unselfconsciously nude, "Aloha, Cinnamon of the global council. It is a pleasure to meet you. You know the name of one of my people... one who has been paying penance for quite a long time." He looks around and nods, "I would be pleased to share food with you and your warriors."

Cinnamon beams in relief, "Oh, thank you! Er, though, um, one of them is a healer, not a warrior. This way, please?" About then she registers the nudity, but gamely forges on, "We, um, have a towel and some clothes you can borrow?" She turns and patters towards her friends, almost bouncing on her bare toes with excitement, "Guys, guys! This is Kamohoali'i, the shark god -- and Pele's brother!"

Shane comes down to the beach, carrying food, towels, and the picnic blanket. He's got one brow raised -- that's definitely not Kahiau... and he's most definitely naked as the day is long! Thorn follows along behind Shane, carrying the beach umbrella and one of the coolers. He happens to step to the side at one point and sees Kahiau- no, wait, that's not Kahiau! He's a very tall naked man standing in the water. Then the healer realizes the man is being naked in Cinnamon's general direction. He blinks, [Oh, dear....] Shane murmurs to Thorn, keeping the amusement quiet so Cinnamon can't hear, "Poor acushla does have bad luck with big guys being randomly naked at her."

Thorn murmurs back, "I've got to agree." After a moment he adds, "First time it's a god being naked at her, though, so... progress?"

Cinnamon hastily grabs up the towel intended for Kahiau, holding it up before her and carefully not looking at the naked man, "H-here you go, sir, and um th-that's Thorn there with the umbrella and Shane n-next to him and th-there's shorts and a, er, t-t-t-shirt as well uh you can put them on while we put breakfast out okay?!" The large man looks down at himself, as if wearing clothes never occurred to him -- then shrugs. When Shane offers him a pair of board shorts sized more for Kahiau, Kamoho puts them on and pulls the drawstring so they fit. He ignores the shirt, figuring he's covered enough. Cinnamon sighs in relief, giving Shane a tremulously grateful grin! Then she quickly helps lay out the big checkered tablecloth, silently thanking Spice for insisting on ordering them breakfast enough for ten!

Kamoho nods at each of the men, "Aloha. Mahalo for the..." He thinks on the word, "I haven't been on land in a while. Last I was here, the humans were calling them, I think, jams."

Shane blinks. Kamoho hasn't been landside for at least fifty years if he's calling the board shorts 'jams'! He speaks English, but with a fairly heavy native Hawaiian accent. Thorn mouths the word... 'jams.' That must have been... the eighties? Uh, earlier? Cinnamon grins, pushing her glasses up, "Well then, welcome to land again!" She waves a hand, "Have a seat and some food? We can watch the sun rise too, if you'd like? It's supposed to be really glorious this time of year!" She pauses at a sudden thought, "Oh! Um... is it okay if Kahiau joins us, if he turns up? He said he'd watch for me for about a month, and this is the beginning of the month...?"

Kamoho settles in, "It is. Though I normally do not see it from above the water." Then he smiles, "If one of my children arrives, I would be happy to have them join us. Many of them have paid their penance and walk on the land half the year."

Cinnamon looks intrigued, "Oh, interesting! So... once they've paid their penance, they still stay shark people? Or... hm, were they not originally just human, then?"

Kamoho replies, "Some of them wish to stay as my people, and some of them were born as my people. Some pay their penance and return to the world on land."

Cinnamon eats hungrily but tidily, her fascinated gaze on Kamoho's face -- which is much safer to look at than all that bare skin! She nods thoughtfully, then grins, "So I guessed that Kahiau got his name from you as a small hint as to what he'd need to do in order to pay his penance. Is that right, or did I guess wrong?" She grins more shyly as she adds, "Kahiau doesn't think I'm right, but... I thought it would be really clever if you'd done that, you know?"

Kamoho eats his food quite tidily -- enough so, in fact, that it takes a bit to realize his teeth are... decidedly not human. It's when he smiles that it becomes more obvious, "Yes. It was indeed a hint. He was not very generous or giving when I put his penance on him. He has struggled under it longer than many of my children." Of course, to people who are used to Elias, Kamoho's smile may even be somewhat familiar.

Cinnamon beams, putting down her plate to give herself a small, happy little hug, "Oh, yay -- I got it right!" She laughs a bit self-consciously, picking up her plate again and having a few bites until her slight blush fades... at which point she says slowly, "Umm... m-may I tell you a story, please, sir?" Thorn wonders, as he eats, what happened to the calling for Kahiau -- that it instead summoned a shark god!

Kamoho is carefully eating his food, legs crossed tailor-fashion. He is perhaps one of the most relaxed people any of them have ever met. Actually, he and Shane have very similar body language. He nods, "I enjoy stories."

Cinnamon tells the story of how they all first met Kahiau, and how he promised to stop eating sapients if they could restore his eye. Once she's done, she asks a bit anxiously, "So originally I'd planned to go visit an old Samoan woman that Kahiau said he'd visited, to ask her if any of the other shark people were consistent man-eaters too, because... well, that's really not good, we think, because if any humans survive an attack on their ship by what looks like a megalodon, the humans will start hunting them with radar and stuff... and it puts all the supernaturals in danger, you know? But if you know instead, that'd be a lot quicker. So, um... do you know if any others of your people deliberately hunt and eat humanoids?" Then she adds a bit proudly, "Oh! Also it was Thorny, here, who gave Kahiau back his eye!" The healer smiles a little and inclines his head.

Kamoho listens to the story, and his eyes move to Thorn when Cinnamon explains who healed the were-shark. The shark god has the sort of face that looks serious but somehow not exactly forbidding, despite the mouthful of sharp, triangular teeth. Once Cinnamon is done, Kamoho licks his lips and replies, "It is good he is no longer eating humans. Humans are..." he pauses here as if he's looking for good words, "not prey any sharks should be taking. It puts all my people -- both the ones that are sometimes two-legged and the ones that always have fins -- in danger. Occasionally a human gets taken by accident, but I do not know of any of my two-legged children who eat them on purpose." He speaks of humans being taken by accident as if it's a sad but normal part of life as a shark.

Cinnamon nods gravely. She doesn't want anyone to get eaten, but thinking about Elias and blood has helped her get at least a little bit more comfortable with the thought... even if the physical reality before her would likely cause her to react with horror. Shane listens to this and considers. This man... this god is from a time where sometimes people went into the water and just... didn't come back... and he's talking as though sharks and people are of equal importance.

"Okay, that's a relief!" Cinnamon sighs a bit as she adds, "I... I worry a bit about Kahiau, and the other really old shark people. I mean, have they become so used to being sharks that they're not even trying to change any more? I want to figure out how I can help them... because that's my job, as the Councilor for (among other peoples) the Pacific islands." She blinks as she remembers another people she wants to help, and brightens, "Oh! That reminds me -- maybe you know! Someone strongly hinted to me that whales and all the other cetaceans are sapient -- which means they're some of the people I should be helping too! So, um... do you know how I could talk to them, and ask them if there's anything I can do for them?"

Kamoho pauses in his eating to state with surprise, "Of course they are. You just cannot speak their language... or hear it right. Their words are strange and beautiful, even to sharks. Whales, porpoises, orca -- they all speak. Some are smarter than others. But you can say that of humans, too. The blue whales have wisdom passed down from the time when there was only one land." He considers, "Perhaps we can help you speak to one another."

Cinnamon gasps in excitement, "Oh, how wonderful! Oh, I really want to find out if I can help them, now! Do you know who I can talk to, please, sir, to ask them that?!" She adds almost reverently, "I would be so pleased -- and honored! -- to be able to help the cetaceans, sir. I know I'm very, very new as a Councilor, but I really want to do a good job!"

Kamoho thinks, "There are people. But I will have to ask if they will speak with you." A moment later he adds, "I will be here at this place again in another six months with the information for you."

Cinnamon nearly glows with excitement, "Mucho, mucho mahalo, sir!"

As they're talking, Kamoho glances out toward the water -- then points, "I think my son has arrived." Indeed, there's another black fin cutting through the waves.

Cinnamon brightens again, "Oh! Kahiau! Excuse me, please, for just a moment?" She grabs the towel again, looking slightly stymied as she realizes there's no pants for the poor guy now... then simply grabs up the T-shirt too before jumping to her feet and pattering down to the shore, "Aloha, Kahiau! Guess who came to eat with us?! So exciting!"

Kahiau wades to shore and accepts the towel. He uses it to dry his hair a little before wrapping it around his waist -- it's clear he's faster than his god in remembering he's in the human world now. He inclines his head, "Father."

Kamoho inclines his in turn, "My son."

Shane pats the picnic blanket, "We brought chow." His lips quirk, "Don't worry. It's not soylent green." He expects the joke to go over the heads of the two shark-men, and to perhaps make Thorn choke!

Cinnamon wrinkles her nose at Shane, "Ew! No!" then grins and sits down again to continue breakfast. She's again pleased they brought plenty of food for everyone!

Kahiau doesn't seem to grovel to the god, but he is very respectful as he kneels at Kamoho's side and says, "Thank you for coming, Cinnamon. Shane. Thorn." He taps the cheek under his eye, "This has helped me much."

Cinnamon beams at Kahiau -- what a nice thank you for Thorn! The healer smiles and bows his head to Kahiau, "I'm glad to hear that!"

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