Grinning as he liked the new book, she wondered how many books from outside made it here. Not too many, as she remembered him saying that most newcomers were shpwrecked here, or their planes were destroyed. Hers had crashed more or less intact, if you ignored the fact that it was suspended in a tree in the Rany basin, and would never fly again.<br/><br/>"Ah, so your like..into Chinese medicine, using natures own to cure illnesses, not using things made by machines, very innovative, and they l clearly work, judging by the range", she said, proud of him as he was a doer and made do with what came his way. In the outside, he was one of the few who could survive when everyone else died out,unless many others did the same as he did.<br/><br/>"I'm guessing that the Rainy basin detail doesnt get many volunteers, so you would corner the market in these medicines. Business is clearly good", she soflty said,and left him to his work. She didnt want to get in his way or get underfoot. She would find a room to call her own here, and explore further.<br/>Exploring through the first level, she was drawn to the artfully crafted, ornate high backed chairs, the low padded couches, and confused by the U shaped benches. Just who could sit on them, she had no idea, no idea at all.<br/><br/>He truly was a tinkerer, just like one of her uncles, a trait that she loved about him. She looked around for Limix, but she was nowhere to be seen, or perhaps she was just too well hidden. Taking a close look at the tapestries, she was drawn to the walking machine, an exercise machine perhaps.<br/><br/>Once she saw the dinosaur through the window, she figured out what the walking machine truly was, and how incredible it was in its simplicity. The bedrooms were even more..incredible. The one with the round, woven one had to be Limix's, as only a dinosaur would be comfortable in it. The other room had a more normal bed, and by the way it was messed up, he did a lot of sleeping here. She was the same after a long flight.<br/><br/>Not intending to spend a lot of time in what was Richards private room, she gaped at the painted portrait on the wall. She could tell that it had been painted when Richard was younger. Were his parents alive, she hoped so, as she wanted to meet them, to meet the people that had shaped Richard into who he was today, the kind hearted man who had helped her.<br/>Walking down the passage, she stepped into a room with a 'normal' bed, one suitable for a human, and dropped her Duffel bag down on the bed. From the looks of these rooms, they hadnt had guests in a while. She was glad to be his guest, and after glancing around, took her pistol from under her jacket, ejected the magazine and round in the chamber, then placed all three items at the bottom of the bag.<br/><br/>Shocked at the privy, the bathroom as most Americans called them, she marvelled at the many species that could use it, not just human, and walked up the ramp to get to the third level. The tower was the real find, a place where one could look over the city and marvel at it.<br/>After a quick trip down two levels to retreive her sketchpad and pencils, then another quick trip back to the tower, she got settled in and began to sketch.<br/><br/>She found it easy to draw. She didnt have a photographic memory, she just found it easy. As she sat in the tower, her hands moved, drawing the city before her, what she could see of the waterfalls, and the moutains. Set into the mountains, she drew Richards face, then Limix's, with a glider flying over the city. She did the sketch in straight black pencil, shading in, then moved to her colored ones and worked to make it look as lifelike as possible, her first sketch for them.