Why Can't We All Get Along?

Eastern Weyr - Southern Clearing

The southern clearing of Eastern Weyr is nearly comparable in size to the main clearing, though it contains a distinctly different landscape. Opening into the feeding grounds and the infirmary it serves as a major area for wing drills and relaxation in the evenings during the cooler seasons. Dirt pathways meander from structure to structure, linking the areas of the weyr well, though sparse grass lines the trails and provides space for entertainment and relaxation. Tall trees to all sides of the clearing offer shade and serve to delineate the boundaries of the weyr from the wilderness. To the opposite side from the infirmary, huts and weyrs have been set up in island fashion. A paved path rings around the back of the bulky hatching cavern that looms overhead, leading towards the crafter clearing and its constant, noisy industry.

The clearing by day is a bustle of activity during the clear weather, the lower caverns folk bringing out their chores to this area for space and fresh air. Summer has struck this coast paradise hard, the heat of the day nearly unbearable without the shade and breezes, but the evenings made sweet with the smell of the coast.


It's another scorcher today, with unrelenting sunlight that looks especially punishing on a poor, wilted Suselit. She trudges out of the infirmary, pulling her wide-brimmed hat further down over her head with hands stained with redwort. The nearest bench is appropriated as she flops down with a long, gusty sigh, chin propped in her hands, and watches the lazy afternoon meanderings of the weyrfolk.

Sweat makes tinkering certainly more difficult, though the lighting is perfect for a good picture - or at least to test a newer version of what the records called a camera. It's condensed to a smaller device than what Tadarius is usually seen touting around. Still quite the large contraption, with wheels, cranks, and levers on its sides and two glass type lenses on the front. Clearly a work in project as there are sounds of frustration from the ginger-headed young man. Although his choice of where to stand puts him in the relative path to … the majority of people. He finds himself having to look up and more than once side stepping to avoid being trampled by a variety of those coming and going.

With Master Gramiard being indisposed due to the weather, and Journeywoman Arania also indisposed with her progressing pregnancy, Teq has been left at loose ends with things to do and thus she's been apprehended by H'tor and has been helping him out with inventory of supplies for the dragonhealers. Thus, she's hot and disty and smelling of numbweed, redwort herbs and various other things. Finally, she's been released for the afternoon and seeks the relative fresh air of outside, even though it's muggy out.

"Loki!" Just ignore the fire-kissed brown firelizard with the screwdriver since he disappears /between/ a moment later, leaving poor Fi glowering at empty air for a moment or two before her attention slowly turns to the unrecognized woman. Fi /never/ goes to the infirmary, after all. "Er…" She smooths her tunic habitually. She totally meant to do that. "Heeey Teq!" Because the girl? Pathetically, totally her best friend.

People-watching is an ideal occupation for a day like today; Suselit is fascinated by Tadarius and his contraption. She could probably watch him all afternoon, except— as Fiona calls out, she turns to glance over at the journeywoman. There's no spark of recognition there, but she does seem to recognize Tequoia to judge from the thoughtful frown that creases her pale features. With another long sigh, she gets back to her feet and trudges reluctantly over towards the two crafters. Once she's there, she hangs back a step, uncertain, before she seems to come to some decision. Her shoulders straighten, and her voice is confident as she injects, "Excuse me."

There's a shifty look on Tadarius' face when after a few more side stepping, he slides his hand into his satchel, pawing around in it for something. Fiona's firelizard has his eyes lifting to follow the noise yet again, a momentary distraction before his nose is back poking through his bag. A few items tumble out, causing him to make a sigh of exasperation for having to go retrieve them. At this angle though, his eyes turn up to regard the women for a moment, a brief moment of curiosity while he returns the dropped items to his bag.

J'em has managed to escape from the infirmary, finally, though he is nowhere near his normal-looking self, the old weyrleader has been leaning more heavily on his cane since the flight, and the man has been seen spending a lot of time on the ground thanks to the grounding of his tired bronze. Of course, the heat out of the infirmary has the man's forehead already beading with sweat and he's suddenly glad he is in casual non-uniform clothes. The group of younger folk is eyed, briefly, but silver-blue look is quickly adjusted towards the sleeping bronzen beast, brow arched. And before the man even greets those gathered, he is heading towards his beast to check on him, giving greyed-bronze hide a little rub down.

Tequoia grins brightly at Fio, even if she looks tired. "Fio." she replies back, course there's a hint of a laugh because of Loki "I guess it's break time for you?" she can't help but grin. "Too hot to work anyways. Pouring rain or hot sun. And it ain't even summer yet." Though it's getting close. Then there's a Suselit "Hey" she says chipperly, and then there's a pause "H'tor doesn't need me for more inventory, does he? I hate inventory. That's no where near as fun as learning how to treat dragons…" And she trails off as J'em comes out and she leans in a little close to Fio "He's not looking as good as he did after the last flight. Neither one of them."

Fiona crosses her arms and glowers at that bit of air again, "So it seems, Teq." Her gaze slips down to Suselit and she manages a polite sort of smile, "You're excused." She pauses a beat, then remembers herself, "Oh! Sorry," she offers her hand, "Fi… ona." The pause comes when she spots J'em and her eyes go a little wide before nodding to Teq, "He looks exhausted. I know they're not getting any younger, but still…"

"No, I just wanted to— " For a moment, as she looks down at the ground, Suselit looks far younger than her seventeen turns. "To— " No sooner has she raised her gaze then she's distracted by mention of J'em, and she follows Tequoia's gaze to stare sadly out at the Weyrleader and his bronze. Only then does she seem to remember her purpose, because she gives herself a little shake and straightens. "I wanted to ask how the supplies went. Gran— my grandmother asked me to check, to make sure we had enough redwort set aside. For her scratches?" She spreads her distinctively-stained hands out, palms-up, then offers an apologetic smile to Fiona as she takes the other woman's in a firm grip. "I'm Suselit. I've… I've only been down a couple of days, since she asked me to come and help out."

Gathering up his tools, Tadarius rises to his feet and finds himself observing J'em the way the ladies are all speaking about him. He makes a wry remark to them, "The way you all are gawking at him, he's not a day over twenty." And yes, that was him interjecting randomly into their conversation, rolling his camera about in his hands, drawing it to his face, winding a device crank on the side before twisting the lens focus in just right. There's a subtle click and noise that makes him groan again, regarding the object as he draws it back to examine it closer. "He's a tough guy…" odd random comment, a grin back to the ladies.

Tequoia oh's a little and then she nods to Suse "Oh yeah. Plenty of redword to last us through the summer months, though the numbweed is a little low, but then H'tor was expecting that and if Master Gramiard doesn't need me he plans on taking me with to help harvest and cook the stuff." That she doesn't look real thrilled with either. At Tadarius words she blinks at him and then stares at him, taking in his traveler's clothes and no sign of a knot. "Well, I'm sorry if you don't like us being concerned about our Weyrleaders." she says looking quite affronted by, what she feels, is disrespect or disoyalty or something, and well. She'll defend the old man. Even if he is a little odd at times.

J'em may be old,but his hearing isn't gone yet, he has heard the remarks from women as well as the comment from Tadarius. And once he's made sure his bronze is resting comfortably, only then does he turn attention toward the gathering. Tadarius' contraption thing is eyed briefly, and weyrleader's head shakes a little. At least he doesn't mutter anything about youngsters and their contraptions though. He'll lean against his bronzen beast, now, and just watch and listen for the moment, he's not feeling all that talkative at the moment really.

Fiona arches a skeptical brow at Tadarius, "How in Faranth's name did you make Journeyman?" Don't mind Fi, she's just a grumpypants. On the other hand, as Phantasm's wingsecond, she also knows full-well who he is. She coughs slightly, then nods to Suselit, "Well met, Suselit. Are you staying around Eastern?" She reaches out to gently ruffle Tequoia's hair, "Since when does a weaver's apprentice have to help boil medicines? And don't worry about Syra and J'em. It just takes them a little longer to recover than most, that's all."

"I meant that as a compliment…" he waves his hand in a rather awkward gesture, a grimace on his face as he explains, "Young women oogling him makes him not a day over twenty…" A piece drops from the camera, giving him just the distraction he needs to bend down and scoop it up, recover a little of his composure. Upon straightening, he half checks over his shoulder and notes the bronzerider leering at them. That gets this lad's shoulders curling a bit protectively with an insecure tilt and fumble of his fingers to reattach the previously dropped piece. Fiona's tart response has him pull his camera in tighter, "If you want to file a complaint, you can do so with a Master… Journeywoman." A matter-of-fact tone of voice.

Suselit's shoulder sag with relief, and the smile she offers Tequoia is genuinely grateful. "I'm glad to hear it. She'll need more, later on this evening, and— well, I'm sure you know how it is." Despite herself, she keeps glancing distractedly over in J'em's direction, though it's hard to say whether it's Fenrith or the Weyrleader that hold her interest. "I'm not /ogling/ him!" she retorts, aghast at the very thought. "That's /gross/. He sleeps with my /grandmother/." In answer to Fiona's question, she continues, "I'm staying with her, at least until she's recovered."

Tequoia gives a little nod at Fio's words about J'em and Syra, though she does watch rider and pair with a bit of concern and then she she blinks a little. Journeyman? She pales just a little as she looks back over at Tad and sorta steps back a bit, using Fiona to hide. Especually after his reply back to Fio. She then looks up at Fio "Since I started asking him questions and then Master Gramiard taking ill with the heat and Arania's not been feeling to good either with the baby and well Master Gramiard told H'tor if he kept me out of trouble he was free to make use of my services and since it really is kinda interesting and did you know we make special weave's of linen and such that works better with the dragons? Wider and all and we're getting some made up just in case anyone gets injured in flaming excercises." Can we say, how cool is that? "And besides, H'tor's been letting me help him here and there, even if most has been fetch and carry."

Fiona gives Tada a dark look, "Do you think I need to make a complaint? I was unaware you were failing in performing your duties to Craft and Weyr." She rubs her nose slightly before nodding to Suselit, "Well, if you have any troubles or need anything your grandmother can't fix up, feel free to let me know and I'll do what I can." Her jaw tightens when Teq gets to 'services', but she forces herself to take a slow breath and relax. That's so not what she meant. After that moment, she nods slightly, "Well, don't let him work you too hard, alright? If the redwort stains your hands you might not be able to work with your cloth for a while."

"The dragonhealers can always use help," Suselit adds to Tequoia, quietly, after Fiona's reproach. "At least, from what I've been told. Especially now, with the injuries? Though gran tells me there weren't nearly as many bronzes injured, this turn." The three girls are standing with Tadarius, not far from the entrance to the infirmary, and occasionally shooting looks over at the poor, ailing J'em and Fenrith. There's a hesitation in her voice as she addresses Fiona again, though she's excruciatingly polite. "Thank you for the offer, journeyman. I'll be certain to ask."

Tadarius looks at Fiona as if she turned into a big green ogre or something out of a harper's tale, brows arched high at her snotty attitude, "I was unaware you were so callous." He holds the camera up to his nose and winds the crank down to make it snap and this time there is a fizzling and a flash - a nice picture of Fiona's dark look well in hand. "Perhaps if you spent less time chasing your firelizard and more time getting your tasks done, you wouldn't be so… ill-tempered." A side glance to Tequoia as she darts behind Fiona, a half lip turns up - the best words to describe his look, is that of a failed attempt to hide disgust. J'em certainly does look more promising for a better conversation after all, even with his silent watchful eye, at least the bronzer doesn't look ready to tear a strip off him!

Tequoia wilts under the look, and doesn't say anything for several moments and instead just sighs. Once she has her breath under control she looks back up at Fiona "Did something happen between you and Master Gramiard?" she asks after a moment "And I'm not failing in my duties. I'm coming along great and it's not like dragonhealing's a craft. I can learn another skill, I'm not dumb and I'm not behind in my duties, besides it's good to know how the end products are utilized because it makes it easier then to know what might need improvements." She then looks gratefully at Suselit. "I'm really not failing my craft, and Master Gramiard is really a neat guy, but he doesn't take the summers as well anymore." she gets a bit of a sad look. "Though Arania will be doing much better when the babe comes. She's just not happy that the end of her term is at the end of summer." she grins a little "She's said more choice words these past couple of weeks then I've ever heard out of her."

It is more than obvious that something eventful is happening as Mahlia enters, noticing first Tadarius and camera as he snaps a shot of the disgruntled Fiona. The trio from her shoulder trumpet before she even has a chance to say "Hello there, did I overhear a chat about dragonhealing? Mind if I join in? After speaking with Syra, Thea and Asher my prior mentor from Ierne, I think I'm jumping in head first to try n'help." Her black leather bound notebook is unstrapped and placed on the table "Teq, I didn't realize you had such an interest, maybe we could team up and get more tasks completed? I've some idea here" she pushes the book Teq's way once joining the group. With a smile she greets "Fiona,, keepin everyone on track t'day I see? Well done.. Tadarius, more photography wonderful! J'em, pleasure as always.. and??" she looks towards the light haired pale skinned lass.

Fiona gives Teq a /look/, "Shards no, Teq. It's a… semantic range thing. Don't worry about it. You're fine, Teq. Take a breath, you don't have to prove anything to me. You're doing fine. You're doing what your master said, that's fine and normal." She was really about to say something perfectly congenial (at least for her) to Suselit when Tadarius' words draw her back up ramrod straight and she turns slowly on him, "I. Am. Not. Slacking." If looks could kill… "I am an accomplished journeyman and wingsecond."

J'em has been watching, and listening, especially the goings on between Tadarius and Fiona. Pushing himself off of greyed bronzen beast to his feet, he's soon making his way over. "S'there a pro'lem, 'ere, Crafters?" His voice sounds just as haggard as he looks, though he does offer each of the gatherers a slight smile to take the sting out of his words.

Suselit takes an involuntary step back when Fiona turns on Tadarius, eyes widening in surprise at the malice. "Um," she directs towards Tequoia, sidling a half-pace closer to the apprentice, as she adds soto voce, "Is this normal? Or is it from— leftover, from the flight?" Enter Mahlia, with her professed interest in dragonhealing; Suselit reaches out to try and take the girl's arm and pull her to relative safety. "Does it work that way? I haven't really studied dragons, and I didn't think to ask the—" She breaks off from her hurried whispers as J'em approaches, her relief obvious. "Oh, thank Faranth, the Weyrleader."

"Wingsecond? Mm…considering the only dragonic relation that you have is a firelizard and he's certainly out of control half the time with you screeching like a banshee, I'm not sure that you can stick accomplished together with that." Tadarius is flippant when he's annoyed. Or just blunt. A failure to the social scene. The ginger takes another snapshot of Fiona, with her back straight and looks to kill, "An accomplished journeywoman, yes. I'd say that is where we can agree." And another snap with a half grin on his features. Then there's a Mahlia which he nods to, readjusting some of the knobs and focus lens on the hand held device. As he's doing that, the Weyrleader's slightly haggard voice has him step aside.

S'dan comes wandering by…probably looking for his weyrmate. He pauses when he hears allt he voices, some of them raised. Ah, there's J'em. He comes tostand near the group, but not too close, and waits for J'em to finish his business.

There is silence from the little weavercrafter as she listens to Tad and she just nods a little to Fio and then she's got a book in hand. A book she suddenly has her nose in as she browses through, ooo'ing and ahhing softly here and there. Not even noticing J'em coming over their way. Then all of a sudden she stops and comes up for air. "Thea? As in Weyrwoman Thea?" she looks at Mahlia in awe. "You've been to Xanadu? What was it like? Is it as pretty has I hear? Did you get to see those ruins that they uncovered?" Okay, breath, control enthusiasm and oh. There's a J'em. Meep. Problem? To Suselit she offers a half grin, sorta sheepish. "Fio's a little prickly, but she's a really great friend. Honest. She just doesn't like Master Gramiard much." There's a thoughful look "Way it works? As in it not being a craft? Well H'tor says that it's a skill and there are various levels of training. He's a grade five, but then he's old too so he's had the time to get to that point. But if it was a craft, dragonriders wouldn't be able to learn the higher skills and that would be just plan silly he says. ANyone with an inclination can learn it, and it is interesting and the dragons are so quiet about it and all and they don't bite either." She's trying to ignore Tadi but she doesn't like him beating down on her friend anymore than she likes hearing disparaging things about her Master. And then theirs duty to her wing. "Phantasm doesn't have to be all riders and their dragons. We're just as important even if we don't have a dragon. And if Ur'con feels that Fiona is capable of the position, who are you to question his authority!" and then there's a squeak as she finally notices J'em and then she's hiding behing Suselit. Nope, nothing to see here.

J'em does still command that weyrleader respect, at least, haggard breaths and all. "Fiona is, indeed, wingsecond. Ur'con has put his faith in 'er capabilities." His bronze rumbles briefly, daring to open whorling eyes to peer over at the various crafters, and his rider. At the greyed bronze's rumble, J'em has himself calming down, at least a little, though the beads of sweat have increased on his forehead. Fenrith's rumble must have gained the attention of one of the healers, because the young man comes out of the infirmary and is immediately at the weyrleader's side. "Sir, you really shouldn't be out here yet, in the heat." And, despite J'em's normal fighting healers off, the weyrleader is only too happy to be escorted back in the direction of the infirmary.

As the situation unfolds, dismay apparent, she is all too glad to grab Suselit's offered arm at a safe distance from Fiona and Tadarius. She leans in towards her new companion, that saved her the digging of the hole she was starting and says "Ahh Teq's got it, s'not like a typical craft n'ranks are graded.. y'still walk the tables n'such, justt a lil different. Spent a turn at Ierne in training, but gotta meet with S'gam and Ethne to complete the 1st level, though anyone with interest can find ways in." A pleased expression is held as her book of ideas is reviewed, addressing the Weyrleader her hands are thrown up,palms out "No problems 'ere J'em, Sir." She shrugs with a little wink to Tequoia, reaching to flip to a particularly interesting page from her meeting with Thea "Yes, as in Weyrwoman Thea, she's quite the ringer n'was informative talkin to her 'bout Xanadu's increased flight rates, n' well other issues." She spares mentioning infertiliy, adding "Xanadu's Gen Lab is is amazin join me next time

Fiona indicates the wingsecond's knot on her shoulder, her whole form writ in silent fury. She huffs a couple of slow breaths, then shakes her head slightly at S'dan, "No problem, sir." Just ignore the slight shaking of her hand as she stuffs it into the opposite elbow as she crosses her arms over her chest and turns slightly to offer Teq a tense smile, "Thanks, Teq."

Tadarius regards Tequoia with a blink or two, as if remembering that she was there. His overall response to her: "You talk a lot…" An observation and with the odd look on his face, maybe not spoken in such a good light. Any further than that and he'll have his hands too full with the ladies. Who said making a good impression was an easy thing to do? As for J'em's words on top of Tequoia's, he nods, "I wasn't disproving that, just giving a jab back where a jab was received. If she's going to be prickley with people, she has to know they can be prickley back." He notes with a matter of fact know it all look to Fiona. See. He thinks he fixed the whole situation.

"Wait, are you— Maia? No, Mahlia?" Suselit is trying her very best to ignore the tensions just over her shoulder, though it's made all the harder by Tequoia hiding behind her own slight form. "My grandmother mentioned you. She said something about having more work for you to do?" There's curiosity in her voice, though it's laced with something that might be jealousy. "Though she's really not up to visitors just yet, but I'll let her know that I met you, now." No sooner has J'em been led off than, as if on cue, there's a distinctive beeping from within her shoulder bag. With a muttered, unlady-like curse, she extracts a rare, well-cared for cellphone (that might be awfully familiar to Fiona). She no more than glances at the screen before sighing and putting it away. "Oh, speaking of— I need to get back." A polite smile is flashed around, before she too seeks to make her escape back into the infirmary. "It was a pleasure to meet you all."

Tequoia opens her mouth to say something to Tad and then jsut it again and hmmphs. Talks alot does she. Well, she'll show him. And then. "Increased flight rates? Their golds are flying more?" she asks, her eyes wide "Are they laying bigger clutches too then? I'd love to go with you, iffen I can get leave to go. Master Gramiard isn't much for galivanting about and all." Which may be where she gets some her ideas about Shilan always adventuring about and not doing anything with himself as she see's it. "Oh and Fio, always. That's what friends are for. Right?" And then ooo, looky that cellphone. "Is that a cellphone?" she asks as her eyes follow it back into the bag. Well, watch as it goes back "Sometimes I wonder if I shouldn't have gone into TechCraft and played with all the cool gadgets, but I thought I'd be good with Simion in the craft, but he has no time for his little sis. Not with his newest girlfriend. It's a wonder he gets any work done." Oh yes, she showed him. Talks too much indeed.

Mahlia's expression stays pleasant, the curl in her lips and sparkle in her eye displaying flattery "I umm.. yes, Mahlia. Well met, y'must be Suselit?" Her eyes travel from her, across the group watching Tad, Fio and Teq's abrasive intermingling. Choosing to stay out of it she nods back to Suselit, as business /calls/ she adds "Thank you, n'please let Syra know I am available when needed, n'full of concepts t'make this clutch /the clutch/." With a nod and smile she says "Well met" as Suselit departs, and jumps back in to the convo with Teq "Well m'not sure if they're clutches 'er larger too. Started with our clutch logs, a couple days in the lab at Xanadu with their experts, n' a brief convo with Thea. I'd go with ya n'ask permission if buddyin' up helps.. then we could meet with Thea again, no galavanting, all work!" This is accented by raised index finger as the trio of firelizards warble and bobble.

Fiona summons up a proper smile for Suselit, "A pleasure, yes, I'm sorry for my," she makes a vague gesture between herself and Tadarius, who she otherwise seems to be ignoring, then reaches out to give Teq another friendly tousle, "You like the weaving thing. And you know I'll show you tech stuff if you want to see. You excited to see the eggs? The last batch were pretty… /interesting/." Yes… interesting, "Has your grandmother done any speculating yet?"

Tadarius regards Tequoia as she sets off in another spin off of trying to be heard, rubbing his temple a bit with an edge of what appears to be a screwdriver. His eyes even roll slightly, shaking his head as his lips purse into a gentle smirk. Vexed but amused. Oh women, how they amuse him. CLICK. That's right, he took a picture of Tequoia with her mouth wide open and in full conversation. "What's your name again?" said around the camera after capturing the picture with the chemical burn of it sizzling onto the film. Fiona seems to beyond his immediate scope of acknowledgement, peeking over to regard Mahlia yet again, having heard something about Xanadu in the mix of conversation.

Tequoia doesn't even seem to notice the picture being taken of herself, course, not having any experiance with a camera she's no idea of it's capabilities and smiles at Fio "I do like the weaving thing, and the dyes are so much fun. At the mention of the eggs she frowns a little "I dunno, the others were all so dark and little and do you think they'll be any better?" she wonders curiously and then she blinks at Tad "My name? It's Teq." she notes and then she leans over to conspire with Mahlia "Well, maybe if we go see H'tor first and then we can get his backing with my Master. "

Fiona gives Tadarius a look that could curdle milk and clearly says 'hurt her and I'll kill you', then she turns to smile at Teq, "I need to get back to that transmitter. If Fenrith's look is any indicator, he put his all into this one, so I guess we'll see. Arolaeth's a strong queen, she'll make a good clutch." She jerks a quick nod to Mahlia, "Good luck with your dragonhealing, Mahl. I'll see you around." Then she turns and makes an easy retreat back to her hut.

Mahlia chuckles a little bit, calling out to Tad "How's them photo's going, y'gotta let em know ta smile fer the pictures 'stead of snapping mid gape. 'less you're goin for the candid look, all the better though! I ne'er takin photos, so who m'I to talk?" Reaching for her black book she nods to Teq "H'tor, got it.. lets shoot for a sevenday or so n'I'll try ta set a meeting with Thea n'eventually Syra, when.. well y'know." Her eyes widen as the conversation turns to the eggs "Eesh I didn't see the last clutch.. little and dark,how very strange/" A few more ideas are pondered before a few more notes are jotted down. "Bye Fiona!" she says with a wave "Thanks!" eyebrow raised.

Tadarius regards Fiona as she leaves, proud, despite her grumpiness. He clicks a snap of that too. Her walking away? Why not. It'll be good for the ego to use later on her. As for Mahlia, as she remarks of his phototaking he shrugs, "Just got this one working… maybe. I can't tell if the chemical stains are working just right yet, the optics still might need some readjusting. I guess you could say then, candid pictures are better, since it would be such a shame if the good ones didn't turn out." He regards Mahlia's trio and smiles, "Two more huh? That must keep you really busy."

Tequoia stares at Fio and then she quirks a smile and shakes her head a little "I can take care of myself, sides. Shi would protect me too." She sighs dreamily and then she nods "Okay, don't let Loki run off with anymore tools, and I do hope it's a big clutch. One that we can be proud of." She says brightly and then she looks longingly at the book as Mahlia takes it back. Oh well. "Sounds good and I do hope I can go. I've only ever gotten to go to Fort once and that's when my brother dragged me along with because I was in his care and he had to go over there for some," A long pause. "Expert consultation." Read into he was meeting a lady friend on the side of a job. She then tilts her head a little at Tadarius "Chemical stains? What kind of chemicals? Does it use anything like mordants and what kind of colors does it do?"

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