Shallie As you enter the weyr next to Sh'cril's, the scenario looks much the same; this absoutely must be his sister.  Piles of cloth wrapping appear on the shelves, but the smell shows that she hasn't sealed her numbweed packages like her brother.  Things are scattered about, as though someone just arrived, and the fact that an empty bag lies on the bed confirms your suspicion; Shallie only recently arrived.  Either that or she's a very, VERY big slob. A girl, head bent low, stumbles into your back, and you spin around to see her grabbing at a few more rolls of cloth on the ground.  "Excuse me, Harper, I wasn't looking where I was going," She murmers, a blue flit blinking from between to hover above her protectively.  "And Whipper, please stop annoying the Harper." Hello, Harper! Somome says and you look around wildly.  "What was that?" You ask, spinning around.  Don't tell me that you're afraid of me, Harper.  All harpers are supposed to know what a dragon is. "You... have a dragon?" You ask, looking around wildly.  "Where is she?  He.... it?" She, idiot. "Yes.  That's Siriketh, my green!" Shallie says, and she stands up a bit straighter with pride.  "I Impressed her at the last hatching at Dark Moon Weyr.  Would you like to go and see her?" "Sure," You say. As you walk back into Shallie's weyr, she winds a cloth back up and walks foreward, placing them on a shelf.  "I'm sorry for my rudeness, but what are you here for?" "Notes," You reply.  "You have a journal?  Sh'cril kept one, and it helped me alot." "Yeah," Shallie replies, absentmindedly re-arranging the cloth on her shelf and pointing to a small book.  "There." Reading the book, you jot down a few notes, and turn to leave the weyr.  "Thanks," You say, but Shallie doesn't reply.  Smiling in a slightly depressed way, you turn back to Dark Moon Weyr. See Siriketh Read Shallie's Journal Read Shallie's Story View Shallie's Firelizard Visit her brother, Sh'cril Visit her brother, I'sen