Shopping for the mind (Calleigh)

[Anastasia]

Ah, back to your room. Calleigh's very own room! Yay! It's wonderful to have her own place, isn't it? On getting back, you see there's a basket of flowers sitting on the table that wasn't there when you left. There's even a little note attached, Calleigh sized.

[Yuthirin]

Calleigh grabs a tiny flower and weaves it into her purple hair, because why not? Meanwhile, the note floats upward as Tryll inspects it.

[Anastasia]

It reads as follows in tiny script, "You're so amazing! You're one of the best courre I've ever seen! I wanna be a courre as great as you are!"

[Yuthirin]

"Ohhh an admirer! I've never had one of those before!" Calleigh thinks, then begins to search the basket for other clues, "Let's investigate!"

[Anastasia]

It's a basket full of flowers. Where you'd find flowers in Water is anyone's guess. Besides that and the note, nothing else is in there.

[Yuthirin]

"Not even a hint!?" She grabs the note out of the air and examines it.

[Anastasia]

Nada. No sign of a hint at all.

[Yuthirin]

"Well! That's something. Or nothing." Calleigh promptly abandons the flowers now strewn all over the room in a colorful explosion of flora and takes off to greet the day outside!

[Anastasia]

Ah, the attention span of chaos.

As Calleigh goes out, Elena appears before her. "Oh, you two. There's a man here that says you invited him to see the crafting facilities."

[Yuthirin]

Were you expecting a diligent investigation? From a courre? Really?

"Hamohand is here!" Calleigh grins. "Where is he?"

[Anastasia]

Not really. The only other courre I've DMed was Marie, and she was exceptional in many ways.

"In the forges," Elena says. "He seems to like what he sees in there and the laboratories."

[Yuthirin]

So is Calleigh!

"Yay!" Calleigh orbits Elena's head twice really fast, then takes off toward the forges. Tryll follows more sedately in misty form.

[Anastasia]

By the time you make it to the forges, you find a man there. He is clad in red, perhaps 25 with a lean, muscular form and carved staff, studded with black-purple crystals. His hair is black and his gaze is firm, "I do think I can make things here," he greets Calleigh, "This wondrous, amazing place."

[Yuthirin]

Calleigh peers at him. "You look different!"

[Anastasia]

"The body is but the plaything of the mind," Hamogan replies serenely, "When it is time for you to promote, you will understand."