Two Ways to Cook Brains

Xanadu Weyr – Infirmary

The infirmary here is intended for human care. It is spotless and smells of disinfectant, cots are lined up against one wall, a curtain can be pulled to give some privacy to the occupants of the cots if they so desire. A cabinet stands off against another wall, instruments and medications stored against when they will be needed. A couple of curtained off beds are used for examinations of patients and the treatment of minor injuries which won't require long term care. A desk with chair is just off of the doorway for the healer to sit and catch up on record keeping after a long days work.

Farrah sits in the chair intended for the record-keeper, one hand supporting her forehead as the other scribbles busily on the scrap of hide in front of her. The record books are open, but whatever she's doing is on a spare sheet that rests on top of them. The hide is full of scribbled notes and arcane symbols, so engrossing that it takes her a moment to look up as M'nol and Thea arrive. "Can I help you?" she calls.

M'nol blushes, not really expecting Thea to be there as well, "Ummm… I'm looking for healer Farrah? R'zel said she might be here…"

Just after breakfast, normally the time Thea stops by the infirmary has the junior stepping into the place right on schedule and just behind M'nol. The voice calling out has her pale green eyes swinging over towards the records area with faint surprise. One slim brow raises, usually there is a wait! She nods pleasantly, "Here to take report and go over your requisitions list." Her lips quirk in a small grin at the blushing brownrider, "Still trying to get that broken heart of yours mended, eh M'nol?"

Farrah gives M'nol a bright grin as she informs him, "You've found her. Nice to meet you." Seeing the weyrwoman behind him, she motions for him to take a seat and, with her other hand, produces another sheet of hide from beneath the record books. "I do hope you'll find everything in order, weyrwoman." Thankfully, the printing on the requisitions hide is much neater than the strange chicken-scratch of her own notes.

M'nol blushes even more deeply, the red spreading across his ears and neck, when Thea mentions his heart, "Nuh… not really, Thea… Phy thinks they'll let her go soon. Her schedule's getting lighter…" He turns back to Farrah, "Pleased t' meet you. I'm M'nol, brown Faraeth's rider. R'zel was telling me about what you were doing… made me want to come find out more about it. We don't really have firehead in Crom, after all."

Thea gives Farrah an easy smile as she steps to take the sheet for the healer, "Just Thea, please." There's a small pause then, "You're new to Xanadu, then?" She slides onto one of the empty chairs by one of the desks to peruse that list. M'nol's comment has her glancing up, "Will they? That's great!" Back to that list, until the mention of firehead has her attention again and the document in front of her is forgotten for the moment.

Farrah fixes M'nol with an interested gaze as he mentions firehead. "From Crom, are you? You didn't happen to come down with a case of it when you came to Xanadu, did you?" To Thea, she explains, "I'm having some trouble locating cases of fire-head in the weyr proper. I'm hoping we might find some in the outlying areas, and R'zel has volunteered to take me out there."

M'nol shakes his head, "I… I don't think so, but I don't really know anything about it, either… 'swhy I came to ask you more about it since you're the resident expert." He grins and nods, "Yeah, Ruz is nice like that."

The words 'Resident' and 'Expert' draw a gravelly chuckle from the door of the infirmary. fraille plods into the room for the second time today, much to the consternation of On Duty staff, she has no doubt. Hard eyes look around the room for a moment, and then she begins a slow, staff-assisted walk over to one of the beds.

Thea shudders at Farrah's explanation and murmurs, "Firehead. Not something I'd be wanting to find." Healers. Strange people. "So new then. It's Farrah, yes?" Having gotten that from M'nol's request. A curious look towards the brownrider. "Ya feeling sick or something?" Her eyes return to that requisition list - until that chuckle from the door draws her attention again. She calls a respectful, "Good morning Master Fraille." Pleasant the tone, kind the eyes, but her cheery smile has faded to nothing.

Farrah looks past Thea to spot the form of Master Frailler, ducking her head appropriately is respectful acknowledgement of rank. To M'nol, she demures, "Not exactly an expert just yet. But I /can/ tell you that you would know if you've had it." Thea gets her name right, so she gives the goldrider a quick nod, and looks grateful for Thea's greeting that gives away the ancient master's name.

Master Fraille stops once she reaches a certain exam bed, and very methodically begins to search it, muttering under her breath the whole time. Occasionally, something pleasant emerges like, "…just can't seem to hold onto the damn thing…" At Thea's hail, she turns slight, and her lips stretch into a slow, if awkward looking smile. "Weyrwoman. I trust you're well?"

M'nol smiles, "wha… what are the symp-toms?" His mouth fumbles over the long word, "Just so I can know if I *am* getting it." He shakes his head at Thea, "No… 'm fit as a dragon… but I don't know what it's like and I'd like a little warning." He nods to the master healer as well, then an eyebrow quirks, she seemed… odd…

Thea is back to the list and she's ticking off items as she goes. One of her frequent glances up catches Farrah's nod, "Well-met then Farrah and welcome to Xanadu. If I can help in any way just let me know." She ignores what the old Master is doing but her question has the junior looking up once more, with a polite if cool, "I am well. Yourself?" Her attention is really on Farrah's answer to M'nol, however.

Master Fraille chuckles low in her throat. "As well as polite conversation demands, I should think…" Apparently finished with that bed, she harrumphs to herself and begins staffing her way over to one of the cabinets.

"Thank you… Thea." Farrah addresses the weyrwoman by name only with some hesitation. Turning to M'nol, she gives him a kind smile and chooses her words carefully, and deliberately. "Unfortunately, we don't quite know what causes firehead. But generally, the symptoms start with a rather blinding headache. Like I said, you'll know. What I'm hoping to do is find out exactly what causes firehead, so people won't get it in the future." As she speaks, she tracks Master Fraille's presence, looking over M'nol's shoulder from time to time.

M'nol nods slowly, "headache, got it…" he smiles, "Thanks." His eyes stray back to Fraille and her odd dance across the infirmary. Was that normal? He wasn't stupid enough to ask outloud, however.

Thea nods in response to the master's answer, a tiny smirk forms on her lips to that. She's listening to Farrah's answer, "Just a headache? Nothing more?" Her expression seem to say, headache aren't so bad? Her eyes slide M'nol's way with a silent lift to her brow, the look on her face is 'What? Never seen an old woman walk with a cane?' Unspoken of course. Her list is forgotten for the moment.

Master Fraille barks out a bit of laughter. "Not to be confused with a night of debauchery, young rider, or we'd have every damn fool teenager from the southern continent in here, paranoid and unable to walk." Her smile widens a little. "Kinda miss those days…" She opens one of the cabinets when she reaches it and begins shuffling the jars around, looking for something.

Farrah opens a hand to acknowledge Thea's comment, clarifying, "Yes, I know that hot and cold flashes are also part of it, but I really don't find fire-head confirmed until the blinding headache. Chills are entirely too common a symptom."
M'nol quirks an eyebrow back at Thea, then blushes beet red at Fraille's comment, "deb-archery? what's that?" He doesn't even know what it was, but he *knows* it sounds dirty.

"Might scare them into not over-indulging?" Thea replies in response to Master Fraille, but there is faint hope in her voice for that ever happening. She rolls her eyes at M'nol, "Booze-guzzling. And all that goes with such idiocy." Her voice says plainly what she thinks of that. Farrah's commentary has her nodding, "Bad headache, chills. What so bad about that?" She shrugs, the healers must know. Her eyes return to the list and her pen circles one item before continuing down the list.

Master Fraille closes one cabinet door with a slightly irritated push, and moves to another. "It means your body can't properly regulate its bloodflow and that your internal thermostat is broken. A brain might taste good when it's boiled, but it's not a good idea to be alive when the boiling's happening." Another cabinet door gets an irritated push closed, and she bellows, "Flop!" A moment later, a small, green firelizard pushes its way through the infirmary door, crooning a greeting.

"Firehead is to a headache is /between/ is to midnight," Farrah says to Thea, at the woman's casual attitude toward her beloved disease. "Hangovers, by and large, go away once you treat the dehydration, but firehead requires cranial immobilizaiton." Even though she uses the Healer terms, the hands on either side of her head demonstrate the padding that holds the head still.

M'nol nods slowly, trying understand what they're talking about, then finally turns to Farrah, indiating Fraille, "Is she talking about firehead or debauchery…?"

Thea is well used to the Master's eccentricities by now, so the comment draws nothing more than, "Should tell that to Cenlia one of these day. Not that it'll help." Boiled brain. Alcohol. Same thing. Farraah's explanation has her still puzzled, "Cranial immobilization. So does a hangover?" She's eyeing the healer with a blank look, "So, uh… What happens if you don't immobilize the head?" She's not casual, merely ignorant. At M'nol's question there's laugh bubbling up her throat, "Maybe both!"

R'zel pages: But wait, isn't this the game where they had a Pern TV station a long while back? Or am I thinking of a different game?

Master Fraille crooks a finger at the little fire lizard that pushes through the door. "Come closer, my pet," she coaxes. Maleficent has nothing on this woman. But the green complies happily fluttering over to land in Fraille's arms. "Good girl…Now. I want you to go eat an egg. I don't care where you get it, but the cook got you with a whoppin' big skillet the last time you tried the kitchen, so try somewhere else. And then go find the boy, and drag him back here by his unfocused eyeball, so I can tell him that he's crazy, and that his list isn't *in* here." Then, after a moment, "Please." Flop makes a chortling little sound at the mention of the word 'egg' and flutters towards the way out.

"I haven't heard of anyone going totally blind from firehead, but it does seem to make the experience much more unpleasant if you don't have your head immobilized," Farrah tells Thea, trailing off as she watches the bizarre exchange between Fraille and her firelizard.

M'nol watches the room with growing confusion, having trouble following all the conversations going on then he suddenly blurts out, "But… eggs give flits gas. Really bad gas. Gas that could scare off a dragon…"

R'zel makes his way into the infirmary as quietly as he can manage, trying not to attract attention. He's holding a small wrapped parcel behind his back as he peeks around the curtains to see who is currently manning the place. He's surprised to see the large group present, including the goldrider. He tucks the parcel in his back pocket and fires off a salute. "Weyrwoman. Er… did someone get hurt?" He asks, a little confused by all those crowding the place.

Thea rarely scowls. But the words 'drag' and 'crazy' bring it out full-force towards Master Fraille. Her cheek muscle twitches as her teeth grit. It takes her a good few deep breaths to keep from saying a word. Farrah's mentioning blindness. "Ah, well, now that's terrible. Shoulda said that right off." NOW the disease is a threat she understands. Still, "Sounds a whole lot like long-term boozing. The similarities are… remarkable." Her eyes flicker towards M'nol, but she's not getting involved with the egg thing, no. She has other things on her mind as her eyes return to the Master and she rises, takes one purposeful step in her direction. R'zel's arrival pauses her, "Um, no? I'm taking report, and M'nol is getting an education." Usually she would smirk, but she's got something on her mind as she makes her way over to Fraille.

Master Fraille smiles widely at M'nol's comment, somehow managing to look honestly overjoyed and disturbingly crocodilian at the same time. "They certainly do." When R'zel asks his question, she roars, "Not yet, boy, but I'm in a good mood now, so we can fix that real quick! Step right up!" But when Thea approaches her, that smile lessens into something less reptilian and much, much more knowing. "Well well…it was you, wasn't it," she says, her voice low and quiet amidst the loudness of the room.

Farrah has a clinical detachment toward boozing, and gives a disapproving snort at Thea's moral stance on the issue. "I respectfully disagree. Hangovers have a behavioral component, and thus the symptoms - headache, photosensitivity - are given moral weight. Unless you're suggesting that 'visiting the Southern continent' is an action for which firehead is a just punishment?" R'zel is acknowledge with a brief, loose-fingered wave.

R'zel looks somewhat horrified at whatever it is Master Fraille is suggesting, taking a step away from her with a wide-eyed look on his face. "Erhm… no thank you, I'm feeling quite alright today. Fit as a fiddle, really." He manages a little nervous smile for Farrah, waving at her in return. The discussion of hangovers and their effects gives him what he thinks is some insight into the conversation. "Ah. Was Cenlia here earlier?"

Thea brushes aside the Master's question, whether she has a clue what it was supposed to mean is uncertain. Ice green eyes have a sparkle of fire in them as she leans in very close and murmurs "See me in my office later today please." Though quiet, and politely spoken there is not a chance it is a request. Farrah's comment receives a return snort as she turns back to her with that list in hand. Moral stance? Not likely. "All I know is that I've watched it ruin the lives of the people I loved." Her lips close firmly on that and it is clear she will not debate cause and effect with the healer. She places that list on her desk, signs it in a hasty scrawl rather than her usual neat signature. "That one we can't order," Her pen taps the sheet, "The hall is low on numbweed. We are asked to harvest and boil instead. And they want 80 percent of what we make." She nods to the room in general and heads towards the door, passing R'zel with a, "I haven't seen her yet this morning." With that, she is out the door.

If the ancient master healer is reading anything into Thea's curt invitation, it never registers on her face. "Children and their misconceptions," he chides, to no one in particular. "Now I remember why I never wanted to work in the Infirmary. It's just so dull!" The last cabinet door is staved closed with a little push, and whistling in a tune that not even a bucket could hold, she starts slowly towards the way out.

M'nol moves a little, staring up at master Fraille, "Why're you so mean to him? He's a good guy."

Farrah is patient, as Thea explains the reasoning behind her stand, saying softly, "The abuse of alcohol is, alas, something we only ever learn of after the person starts drinking." In regards to the numbweed, she nods and answers, "That will be fine." And those are her last words to the weyrwoman, at least for the moment. Unlike M'nol, she's not brave enough to address Master Fraille, either.

R'zel just edges away from Thea and Master Fraille, a confused expression on his face as he wonders just what it is he wandered into. He seems surprised when M'nol confronts the master directly. He glances sideways over at Farrah. "I take it I may not have picked the best moment for a visit, then?"

Master Fraille grinds to a halt, her staff making an uncomfortable noise on the floor. "If you think about it, rider…there's usually not a good time to visit an infirmary. Convinient, perhaps, but never good." Hard eyes swivel over to M'nol and her lips purse slightly. "So. You know the Fetch, do you?"

M'nol nods solemnly, arms crossed against his chest, "I do, indeed. And I don't think it's very nice of you to do things to purposefully hurt him."

Farrah nods at Faille's words, telling R'zel, "It could be worse. We've no casualties needing immediate treatment." Yes, the only thing that would make it worse is missing limbs and bleeding. "What can I help you with?"

"Erm, I suppose that's true…" R'zel says in response to the master, scratching the back of his head. "Although I suppose it might depend on your reason for visiting." He seems almost tempted to speak up on M'nol's behalf, but thinks the better of it. Instead, he smiles at Farrah. "Well, I just… had something for you. It can wait if you're busy."

Master Fraille mms once. "He's never told you his name, has he." It's not a question. "I tell you what, Rider." She straightens a little, and you can almost hear the bones in her body creaking. "I don't think you know the Fetch at all. Don't misunderstand me, boy. It's not because I think you're stupid or slow, though we can certainly debate those things later if you feel the need. But many days from now, if he has not gone from this place, you might…'know' the Fetch a bit better. And then you'll remember this conversation." Her staff makes that same, uncomfortable noise as she turns to the door again, and begins walking. "Things are not always as they seem, young rider. I would expect one who has Impressed to know this. Still…" She looks over her shoulder at M'nol. "You are right about one thing. He is a nice boy…"

M'nol grins, "I think he may have nearly told me once, but I didn't push. I prefer to call people what they want to be called. Won't say I know him well. I've only met him a few times, but I can still think it's awfully mean to gas your flit up before sending it to fetch him *and* to call him crazy. Of course things aren't always as they appear, but mean things still hurt."

"No, I'm not busy," Farrah tells R'zul, although she does make a motion to quiet the rider as she eavesdrops quite obviously on Faille's conversation with M'nol. Unfortunately, to judge by the expression on her face, the conversation raises more questions than it answers.

Master Fraille chuckles. "Thank you for proving my point. Good day, children." Then she shoulders her way out of the door, and leaves.

R'zel picks up on the less than subtle hinting from Farrah, shutting up for the moment and listening in on the exchange between M'nol and the master. He seems quietly relieved when his fellow rider doesn't get chewed out. When the master departs, he speaks up again. "Is that about that new fetch? The one from the storage caverns the other day?"

M'nol watches Fraille leave, then sighs before glancing up at Farrah, "Is that… normal for her?"

"I believe it is," Farrah answers, nodding at R'zel. "Tenebrous?" Names are not her strong point. As for M'nol, she can only offer a shake of her head. "I can't say. She predates me, here." She might even pre-date the end of Thread.

"I've been lucky not to have that much contact with her, myself." R'zel says to M'nol. After thinking on that for a moment, he clarifies. "Lucky because I haven't been sick or injured badly enough to need to come here. Not because… well, nevermind."

M'nol shrugs, "I've been in here a lot 'tween Farry and Thea and I haven't seen her before, either"

"She is… interesting." Adjectives fail Farrah. "But I think I will come to like her. She doesn't mince words. I certainly wouldn't want to cross her, though," she adds, frowning.

R'zel arches an eyebrow at M'nol. "Farry? Oh, so you've met Farrah?" He looks back at the journeywoman with a smile. "This is the healer I was telling you about the other day. She's agreed to take Phylicia on as an assistant."

M'nol smiles and shakes his head, "No.. Farry is Faraeth. First met Farrah today." He glances back up at her, "Thanks for anything you're doing to bring Phy back here, by the way. I didn't want to bring it up in front of Thea. She… She's the world to me…"

"I feel 'Farrah' is short enough not to require a nickname," the woman by that name tells R'zel dryly. "Ah, so this Phylicia is a… girlfriend, of yours?" She takes a guess at the title, and the relationship between the rider and the aforementioned Healer. "You understand that, while I am happy to have an apprentice, if she is deficient in her studies or falling behind under my teaching, I /will/ have to send her back?"

"Oh." R'zel chuckles, a little embarassed at his assumption about the nickname. "Yes, you're probably right. 'Farry' doesn't exactly seem like it would suit you, anyways." He smiles wider. "Don't you worry. I've met this girl. She's bright and a hard worker. I'm sure she'll be a big help."

M'nol nods solemnly, "Of course, I would expect no less. But she's very studious and dedicated and I always make sure to get her back in time for her shift no matter what. I don't want to ruin her life like that." and he shrugs, "I suppose girlfriend works."

Farrah receives the recommendations of Phylicia's character with a sage nod. "Just as long as she understands that her time away from the Hall is not a vacation from her studies. I've always been a big believer that you can get an education without having to spend all your time inside four walls, but for some people, being there gives them the focus they need."

"I'm sure she'll follow whatever directions you give her. I think the girl just wants to have a posting that will put her back in Xanadu. She's not looking to slack off." R'zel says, giving M'nol a grin before he looks back to Farrah. "Speaking of studying outside walls, I've got everything packed up for that trip."

M'nol nods, "She told me she was really grateful to know she'd be coming back soon. She loves Xanadu and she loves healing. They took her back to the hall with almost no warning and then tried to bar me entrance to see her, even during her free periods. Wasn't fair to her. Here she can learn and be happy."

When M'nol mentions something about being barred from seeing Phylicia, it triggers a suspicion in Farrah. That's soon forgotten, though, as R'zel reminds her of the trip. "Oh, excellent. Let me just go fetch my bag with all of /my/ supplies." She jumps out of the chair, almost knocking the recordbooks from the desk.

R'zel grins brightly at Farrah. "This should be a great deal of fun… and, uh, a serious contribution to medical science, of course." An excellent recovery there. He edges over to M'nol, saying something to the other rider quietly.

R'zel whispers "So, what do you think?" to M'nol

M'nol notices that look of suspicion, but doesn't say anything about it, instead smiling, "Enjoy your trip." He murmurs something back to R'zel

M'nol whispers "I think she thinks I did something wrong and that's why I was barred from the hall… but I think she and Phy'll get along fine once Phy sets her straight." to R'zel.

Farrah leaves the infirmary for the caverns that contain the Healers' rooms. Some time later, she emerges carrying a comically oversized pack, stuffed to bulging with a hodgepodge of items. Still, she bears it with gusto, proclaiming, "I'm ready!"

R'zel smiles and nods to M'nol. "I think so too. She's…" He trails off when he sees Farrah return, laughing a bit at her ridiculously large luggage. "Let me help you with that, Farrah… shards, you must be stronger than you look!" He hurries to her side to help her carry the thing.

M'nol swallows, moving to help as well, "I can help load if you need."

Farrah purses her lips as the riders rush over to take her pack, but she grudgingly gives it up to their polite assistance with a warning of, "Do be careful, it's got fragile things in it."

R'zel takes hold of the side of the pack carefully, mindful of the fragile items inside. "Right… I'll have Mikalath meet us out in front so we don't have to carry this too far. You ready to go right away?"

Farrah gives an eager not to R'zel, explaining to M'nol, "Well, not /just/ to ask about firehead. But I figure it will be helpful to have specimen jars just in case we come across anything… unusual."

"There's no shortage of unusual things in the jungle. I'm sure the trip will be well worth it… alright, let's get going!" R'zel says with a smile as he tries to carry the luggage outside.

M'nol helps R'zel move the large bag, "Hope you find lots of specimens, then, so you're not carrying this thing around for nothing."

Xanadu Weyr - Clearing

A wide clearing stretches from east to west, the ground packed hard although grass grows across most of it. Trees are strictly forbidden in this space, their danger to the constant draconic traffic reason enough to banish them to the forest that creates a this and sharp border to the north. Where the ground is less trampled, tiny flowers poke their delicate heads out from their shaded hiding places with upturned petals to wave to whoever may be looking.

The cliff looms imposingly on three sides, stretching upwards all the way up the side of the mountain where, high above, Xanadu's Star Stones and the ever present watchdragon sit on a lonely peak. Directly south is a massive tunnel, fully wide enough for even the largest dragon to fly down. Southeast are wide steps leading up to the Caverns and eastwards is the large entrance to the Infirmary. Somewhat north of the Infirmary is a human sized archway that has a frequent quantity of traffic — it leads to the Tavern. Southwest lies the low ledges currently belonging to Xanadu's queens while north and west a broad path cut by the side of the cliff leads to the Feeding Grounds and due north is the spacious trail that leads to the rest of the Weyr.

Farrah beats the boys outside, as she's no longer burdened with the heavy load. However, she has to wait for R'zel to catch up, since he's the one with the ride.

As promised, Mikalath is waiting patiently outside. The big brown has his riding straps on, and is laden with several heavy packages. A tent, bedrolls, several days worth of rations, clothes, and other supplies are all attached to him. When the group emerges from the infirmary he whuffles in greeting, inspecting the unfamiliar healer curiously. "One more package for you, Mikalath." R'zel says as he brings the package over toward the dragon. "Oh, and meet Farrah. She's nice."

M'nol smiles, helping R'zel fasten the new bag to the already well-burdened brown, "Looks like you're planning for a long trip, Ruz. Both of you stay safe, right?"

Farrah gives Mikalath a little bow, just from the shoulders up. "A pleasure to meet you, Mikalath." Thankfully, she has better manners than to stick a flat palm out under his muzzle, like a runner. "Will he be alright, with all that?" is asked quietly of R'zel and M'nol, as if the dragon wouldn't be able to hear it.

Mikalath bobs his head in a nod, greeting Farrah in return. Likely he appreciates being treated with more respect than a runner. R'zel smiles at M'nol. "Will do. Don't you worry about us. We'll have Mikalath with." He gets the bag securely fastened somewhere it isn't too likely to get jostled. "Oh, he'll be fine, Farrah. Browns are very strong, and Mikalath's stronger than most. He can handle it, no problem."

R'zel has partially disconnected.

M'nol nods, "Dragons can carry as much as they think they can carry."

"I suppose I shouldn't give him ideas, then?" Farrah asks to herself, more than anyone else. "Erm. I'm afraid you'll have to remind me how one gets /on/ a dragon again."

R'zel chuckles a little and looks at Farrah. "Haven't ridden in a while, then? Don't worry, it's not that tricky. Watch me." R'zel climbs up the dragon's side, using the straps for handholds until he gets up on his back. "Nothing to it. Just don't grab his wings, okay?"

M'nol cups his hands, offering to give Farrah a boost up. "It's easy enough, I promise. Just take R'zel's hand when you can reach it."

Farrah thanks M'nol for the offering of cupped hands, gingerly stepping one sandaled foot into it. After a testing crouch, she heaves herself upward and tries to ape R'zel's motions. Her upper body strength is lacking, but by some awkward, hanging, monkey-like manner, she manages to get herself up the straps and behind R'zel. "Whew. Do tell Mikalath I'm very sorry about all that."

"Don't worry. He's got a thick hide." R'zel assures. Mikalath grumbles a little, perhaps not having a hide quite /that/ thick. "Thanks for the help, M'nol. Now Farrah, do you remember how to get yourself strapped in?" R'zel asks, holding up one of the loose straps with a buckle at the end.

Farrah buckles herself in with ease, although she asks R'zel, "I think I've done it correctly, but can you just check?" If there's one thing not to be unsure of, it's if you're strapped to a dragon correctly.

M'nol waits until Farrah is situated, then gives a wave, "Enjoy your trip!" then he's gone into teh undergrowth back to the forest.

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