<strong>Shenandoah<br/>In the wilds of Dra Sirdu<br/>On the trail again.</strong><br/><br/>"Oh, this is much better, thank you."  She was feeling much better, she had remembered to let her fingerips graze the Mouintain Elf's  hand as she accepted the treat.  Mindful of Eshalu's advice, she didn't wolf it down, but paced herself with the rich food.  the Pemmican had taken the edge off of the ravenous hunger she had awakened with.  She was pretty much fully recovered, from her injuries and ther intense stress of the hearing.<br/><br/><em>Just in time to give the spider a healthy meal if we're not careful.  Assuming it eats.</em><br/><br/><br/>Motioning Reliyian to take up the middle position, Aeryn brought up the rear as they left the Saurian community - and her crossbow was cocked and loaded, her eyes caning and quartering the jungle around them.  Not just for danger, she was studying her surroundings in a more general  way, building a sense of pattern.  The feel, for want of a better word.<br/><br/>This would take time, perhaps a great deal of it.  But so did combing through tax records, legal records of property ownership and transfer, family trees,  for a handle on a problem the Society wanted solved.<br/><br/>As much as she enjoyed combing through the stacks of records, putting together a trap that would change allegiances...  now she was assembling a jigsaw puzzle with fresh air in her lungs, soft earth under her feet.<br/><br/>She really did feel much more alive this way.<br/>