<strong>Aeryn Sunlight<br/>In the wilds of Dra Sirdu,  the Saurian community<br/>Pleased on several levels</strong><br/><br/>The quilt was a true find, worth much , much study all on it's own.  Each panel representing a wrong received,  a grim payment handed out.  Completed, the hatchet buried - possibly in somebody's head.  The feud was over, but remembered.  Dwarves did  sometimes forgive, but never  forgot.<br/><br/>She didn't have time to give it the study it richly merited.  SOmething like this... not likely to have been willingly given up, though.<br/><br/>The pillows... they pre-dated official contact and exporation of Dra Sirdu.  Hmmm.  Handkerchiefs, trade goods?  Personal items of some unfortunate?  She didn't have  time to discern that.  She left everything where she found it.  Context of discovery was everything, several Sisters who practiced what they had begun calling "Archaeology" were very insistent on that.<br/><br/>She had bowed slightly and given the brief visitors a closed-lipped smile, not lookng at them directly. The food... she sampled the sweet grain mix.  "Probably honey, but some grubs can exude sweetness when pressed.  Literally."  She devoured it with relish, sampled the fruit and nuts.  "No meat.  Hm.  Meat is reserved for higher-status individuals perhaps?  the matriarchs spoken of... if they are also the community breeders, yes, reserving meat for them..."  she trailed off absently, the whirring gears in her head were almost audible.<br/><br/>"Lazarette!"  A very warm greeting, hugging her tightly, kissing her cheek, then holding her at arms length for a quick but not superficial examination.  "You look well indeed." How well?  the redhead certainly seemed relaxed enough.  Aeryn reached into her unslung pack, and pulled out a bundle of clothing and boots.  "Yours, left behind in the scuffle."  What a neutral term for that bloody affair.<br/><br/>Blood on the blade?  That got Aeryn's attention.  But such contests were often dominance displays, not duels to the death.  Not usually.<br/><br/>She willed herself to stay silent at the mention of spirits, she just didn't know enough to spout off on that subject - but holding in her opinions cost her.<br/><br/>"Boys will be boys indeed."  Action by hot blooded young males, a common means of Plausible Deniability if an impromptu attack went bad.  If it went well?<em>It is often easier to gain forgiveness than permission,</em>Aeryn relfected wryly,<em>I've used that approach myself.</em><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>