 Sorcerer was not forced to answer the call.  If he infuriated his Elemental, it may not come when he truly needed it.  So he was always careful to be polite and not seem overbearing.  "There's a kajat stalking around out there, and I'd rather not get into a fight.  Could you pick us up and move us to the southwest edge of this ruin?"
	The Elemental agreed in a rather jovial manner, and Tarrin felt the Air Elemental move forward to envelop them.  Tarrin hastily told Kedaira that they were going to be picked up off the ground and carried somewhere safe.  He didn't have to worry about his children, for they had had contact with his Elementals before, and had even ridden along with the Air Elemental a few times.  A strong wind blew over them, and then it swirled and converged around them, creating a small dusty vortex with them at its core.  Kedaira hissed in surprise when the wind gently picked them up off the ground and up into the air, but the inu didn't panic, trusting in the word of a Druid.  They were lifted over the buildings, and Tarrin got a good view of the ruins from above.  The northern sections of the city were buried in sand, but not enough to hide the buildings that were still standing.  Last time he was here, it was the southern sections of the city that were buried.  A testament to the shifting nature of the desert.  The city sat inside an interconnection between two very shallow and very wide valleys, forming a giant X when seen from high in the air, and the city filled its valley from one side to the other.  The hills on either side were not large, gentle, sloping hills that had been eroded by the howling winds of the desert, marking the natural borders in which the city was contained.  Those hills also allowed sand to pile up in the city, protected from being swept away by the winds.  Those winds were why the vast majority of the sand in the desert was piled up on the eastern and southern reaches of it, the natural depositing zone for the storms that weakened as they raged across the desert.  But some places, like the city, provided natural shelters from the wind, and as such were repositories for a great deal of sand, dust, and dirt.
	For a moment, Tarrin forgot everything and just revelled in the sensation of flying.  It was something he loved very much, a sense of freedom and liberty that couldn't quite be matched by anything one could feel on the ground.  When he was in the air, no matter how he was doing it, he always felt a thrill and a feel of exhileration.  Tarrin loved to fly, and though he was more than capable of doing it by any number of magical means, he almost never did.  Even he didn't quite understand why, since he enjoyed it so much.  Almost as if he wouldn't indulge in something for its own sake, wouldn't use his magic to fly unless he had a good reason to do so.  Tarrin was like that, and he knew it.  He didn't show off using his magic, or use it for no reason.  Unless he could do something no other way, he almost never used magic.  It was something he'd been trying, without much success, to teach Jasana.  Jasana found her powers to be a bit too convenient for Tarrin's tastes.
	"I love doing this!" Eron laughed, holding out his arms as if they were wings as the Elemental carried them higher up, so it could survey the land below and decide just where southwest was, and find a suitable place to set down its passengers.
	"When can I conjure an Elemental, Papa?" Jasana asked plaintively.
	"When I've decided that you're mature enough not to abuse them," he answered bluntly.  "Elementals are not servants or pets, Jasana.  They're sentient beings, and you have to treat them with respect.  When you can prove to me that you're mature enough to handle the responsibility, I'll allow you to conjure your own."
	There wasn't much she could say to that.  Despite her incredible power, she was still a child, and she was positive that her father didn't think she was ready for an Elemental.
	"Don't forget, you promised we could look for souvenirs!" Eron said as the Elemental got closer and closer to the edge of the city.
	"I haven't forgotten," he assured him, then he addressed the Elemental.  "Don't set us down too far from the city, old friend.  Something on the edge will do just fine."
	The Elemental assured him it had a good landing area in its sight, and it began to descend.  Jasana and Eron both laughed when their stomachs seemed to rise up, but Kedaira hissed in surprise and started to writhe a bit.  Tarrin concentrated on keeping the inu calm, but it wasn't easy.  Despite the fact that she was a smart animal, she was still an animal, and she was dominated by her instincts.  She was experiencing something she neither had instincts to help her nor memory to assure her, so it was understandable that she wouldn't find it to be very pleasurable.
	The Elemental set them down on a wide avenue that ran right out to where the city wall had once stood, which had fallen down to form a ring of rubble that bordered the old city.  Tarrin hadn't crossed a city wall when he entered the city from the west the first time he was here, but it was possible that there had not been a wall there when the city was abandoned.  There were quite a few buildings still standing, more than enough for Jasana and Eron to have the opportunity to find something small that they could take home with them.  Tarrin thanked the Elemental for its service and allowed it to return to the dimension in which it resided, then he spent a few minutes calming Kedaira down the rest of the way as his children all but jumped up and down waiting for the chance to find something.  "In a minute," he told them as they clamored for the chance to explore, then he realized quite suddenly that he still had the axe in his paw.  He'd meant to put it back where Eron had found it, but he'd forgotten when the kajat had started stalking in on them.  He shrugged and sent it into the elsewhere; it was too far to go back, and besides, he could take it home and study it.  He tested the air with his nose to make sure that there were no animals lurking nearby.  There were some scents of umuni and the ever-present zubu, but they weren't very strong.  It seemed safe enough...perhaps this section of the city had only been unearthed recently, and the desert wildlife hadn't had time to move in with great numbers.
	"Alright, cubs, before we start looking around, I want you to understand what to do," he said, kneeling down so he could get closer to his children.  "When we go into the buildings, I want you to stay away from the corners.  You also can't put your paws into any small spaces, into jars or drawers or chests, or down inside holes.  There are small lizards called siktu and little brown snakes called zassu and big spiders called zubu that love those places, and they're very poisonous.  They may bite you."
	"But I wouldn't hurt them!" Eron protested.
	"They don't bite because they're angry, cub," Tarrin told him.  "They bite because when you go and stick your paw in like that, you surprise them.  A zubu or zassu won't bother you if it knows you're there.  As long as you leave it alone, it will leave you alone.  Siktu are another matter.  If you see any small lizard, no matter what color it is, stay away from it.  They're very aggressive.  If you hear it hiss, or hear any hissing at all, and if you hear something that sounds like a rattle, step backwards quickly and pull your paws and tail away from the ground.  Do you understand?"
	"Yes, Papa," they said in unison, Jasana putting her paws behind her back demurely.
	"If I find any, I'll show them to you so you can see them and know what they smell like.  And they're not the only dangerous animals here, cubs.  Treat absolutely every animal you find, even the smallest bug, like it was dangerous.  Because it is.  I don't think there's a single animal in the desert smaller than Kedaira that isn't poisonous."
	After getting vigorous nods of understanding, and after Tarrin told Kedaira to wait for them, they chose a building and went inside.  It had been filled with sand, and about a span of sand was still on the floor.  The rooms were small enough as it was; a span of sand on top of it forced Tarrin to literally crawl around within the building.  The sand covered everything but the tops of the furniture, which made finding anything require digging through the loose sand.  The upstairs wasn't covered in sand, and there they fared much better.  It looked that the building had been a residence, for the upstairs had what looked to be the stone frame of a bed in one room, whose mattress and covers had long decayed away to dust.  The empty frame shared the floor with a single empty chest and a small stand, but there was nothing else in the room.  Searches of the other two rooms yielded little more than dust and cobwebs, but the attic, which was so small that Tarrin was forced into cat form simply to gain entry, had two chests inside among piles of debris that were unrecognizable.
	"Carefully, there may be some nasty surprises inside," Tarrin warned in the manner of the Cat as Jasana moved to open one of the chests.
	"I don't smell anything that could be an animal, or a bug," Eron told her.
	"I'll be careful, Papa," Jasana said in a sober kind of voice that seemed unusual for her.  She often pretended to act like her grandmother, all grim and serious, but this was one of those rare instances when she really was being serious.  Tarrin watched as her small paws--at least small to him--flipped open the two latches, and she slowly pulled the chest's lid up.  It squealed loudly in protest, startling Eron a little, and the brass hinges broke when Jasana pushed the lid over and back down, toppling the chest lid to the floor behind it.
	Inside was alot of sand.  Tarrin wasn't sure how the sand had managed to get inside, but it had, somehow.  Jasana was too cautious to user her paws to fish around in it, instead she set her will against the Weave and used a weave of Earth and Air to pull all the sand out of the chest.  She did so slowly and carefully to prevent anything else that may have been in the chest from coming out with it, depositing it on the far side of the attic, well out of the way.
	Under the sand were several items.  One was a small pouch that looked to be made of some kind of very fine metal mail, as well as several small stone plaques of some kind that had duthak runes etched into them.   there were several very small figurines of some kind made of metal laying loose in the bottom of the chest, tiny figures holding a variety of axes, hammers, and swords, all of them looking to have the same build and shape as the Dwarves he'd seen in paintings and tapestries.  The little figurines were very, very detailed, even with what looked like individual hairs in the beards.  There were a few small stone balls that looked to have been painted different colors, as well as the unfinished head of what looked to be an axe, like it was taken from the blacksmith before he had a chance to finish.  There were several small rings made of some kind of gold-colored metal but weren't gold, for they didn't smell like gold.  There were four weird looking sticks of ivory cut into long rectangular shapes, about as long as Tarrin's smallest finger, and they had duthak runes etched into them.  There were different runes on each side.  The last thing they found in it was something that they could all identify, two pairs of ivory dice, yellow from great age, with small dots etched into their faces.
	"I wonder what these are," Eron mused, holding up one of the small stone plaques and looking at it.
	"They're only engraved on one side," Jasana told him as she picked up the mail pouch and carefully opened it.  She looked in, then snorted slightly and poured what looked to be small marbles into her palm.  "I think we found a Dwarf child's toybox, father," she told him.  "Dice, marbles, little balls, toy soldier men, they're all toys.  These plaques and those little sticks have to have something to do with children too."
	"I think you're right," he agreed as he put his front paws on the edge of the box and looked in.  "Alright, each of you can have something out of this box."
	"I want the soldiers!" Eron said immediately, reaching in to scoop them all up.
	"Why not just take all of it?" Jasana asked.
	"We're here to find souvenirs, not to loot, cub," Tarrin told her.  "Taking one or two things is alright.  Taking everything isn't."
	"Why not?" Jasana asked.  "There's nobody here, Papa.  Who's going to care?"
	"I am," he said, giving his cub a flinty look.
	"Alright, alright," she said quickly.  "If I can only have one thing, I'll take the bag of marbles."
	"Conjure your brother a bag so he can carry his toy soldiers, then come back down.  And don't touch anything else!" Tarrin ordered as he padded back towards the steep stairs leading back down to the second floor.  Jasana's Druidic powers were untrained and raw, but she did know how to Conjure.  He rarely allowed her to do so, and she respected that boundary.  Jasana understood completely how dangerous her Druidic magic was, because her grandmother had scared the life out of her explaining what would happen to her if she made a mistake.  Every once in a while Tarrin would allow her to perform a very minor Druidic spell, if only so she could gain more familiarity with those abilities.  Conjuring a small pouch for Eron was within her allowed boundaries.
	After they came back down, they left the sand-choked house and moved towards the edge of town, Jasana holding onto the mail bag full of marbles, and Eron had two of the small metal figurines out, one in each paw, studying them in wide-eyed interest with a large leather satchel much like the one Miranda carried around slung over his shoulder, obviously holding the rest of them.  He had them put their new possessions away and got them moving, out towards the edge of town, but he was moving relatively slowly, and he paused often to let his children rest, staring into the haze before them as he felt Allia come closer and closer.  That haze reminded Tarrin how hot it was in the desert, but all he had to do was look at his sweating son.  Jasana was immune to heat the same as he was, leaving Eron to be the only one not all that comfortable in the desert's midday heat.  But the boy was a Were-cat, and that meant that his system would adapt quickly to the heat, and his regenerative powers would protect him from any illness or injury caused by the heat or the sun.  In two days, the heat would be little more than an annoyance to him.  His skin was already starting to turn decidedly brown.
	"Is it always this hot out here?" Eron asked, panting a little.
	"In the summer, it's hotter," Tarrin told him in reply, motioning for them to stop and rest.  Tarrin Conjured water into the waterskin he'd Conjured earlier and handed it to his son, who drained the thing in a matter of seconds.
	"I wish heat didn't bother me like it doesn't you two," he complained, using the back of his paw to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
	Tarrin smiled and Conjured a piece of cloth, then tied it around his son's head.  His blond hair did well to reflect away the sun's heat, but it would do much better with something covering it over.  "It's going to make me hotter," he complained as he pulled at the head covering.
	"It'll keep the sun off your hair," he told him.  "This isn't home with its wet heat, cub.  Here, the sun is all the heat, and if you can keep the sun off you, you can keep cooler.  That's why the Selani cover themselves all up in those baggy clothes.  Here, the more you were, the cooler you stay."
	"That doesn't sound like it makes much sense."
	"The world doesn't make much sense, cub.  Just live with it."  He patted Eron on the shoulder, and then he glanced at Jasana, who was standing near the ruins of some old statue that had been sitting in the middle of the street.  It had toppled over, blocking half of the wide avenue, and five thousand years of scouring wind had worn the features off of the remains.  Tarrin could only just make out that the feet and some of the legs were still standing, and the rest of the vaguely humanoid figure was broken in several pieces laying across the street.
	"I wonder what it looked like," Jasana mused as Tarrin left Eron another skin of water and approached her.  Kedaira shuffled over and nuzzled him for water, and he gave her some water out of his own skin.  The tips of Jasana's ears were at the same level as his mid-thighs; the fact that she was a child and he was so tall was never so apparent as it was when he stood beside her.
	"We can find out," he told her as he knelt and touched the stone of the statue with his paw.  "There's a Druidic spell that lets someone see what something originally looked like."
	"I thought only Sorcerers can make Illusions."
	"That's right.  The image you see is within your own mind.  I can make an Illusion of it so you can see."  Tarrin reached within, through the Cat, and touched the endless, boundless power of the All.  The All looked into his mind and saw his intent, sensed his will, and then it responded by sending power back through the connection, through his paw, and into the stone.  Tarrin saw within his mind's eye how the statue looked when it was just made, and he in turn set his will against the Weave and spun out a spell of Illusion that resembled what the All was showing him.  The Illusion manifested before him, but it was only the size of Jasana herself.  It was a Dwarf, a rather stocky Dwarf wearing what looked to be leather smock, holding a hammer in one hand and a pair of heavy metal tongs in the other, the tongs gripping an axe head which were held against an anvil that was part of the statue's base.
	"That doesn't make any sense," Jasana fussed.
	"It's a blacksmith, cub," he told her in reply.  "This statue is of a blacksmith making an axe."
	"Why make a statue of a blacksmith?"
	"Because Dwarves loved to make things," he answered.  "From what I've read, they were builders and metalsmiths without equal when they were alive.  Most of the metal objects that were made back before the Blood War were made by the Dwarves.  I think this statue is a testament to one of the race's most renowned abilities."
	"I thought they were famous for building things, Papa.  Why not make a statue honoring that?"
	"I'd guess that there was another statue around here somewhere that showed that, cub," he surmised.  "Maybe several of them scattered around the city, all showing a different aspect of Dwarven life."
	"It doesn't make much sense for them to build those things," she pressed, motioning towards the Illusion.  "It's like they're bragging."
	"All races think they're better than every other race, cub," Tarrin chuckled.  "Even Were-cats."
	"But we are better than other races," Jasana said pointedly.
	Tarrin looked right into his daughter's eyes.  "Cub, if you really believe that, then you have alot more to learn than I thought."
	Tarrin walked away from his daughter, motioning for his cubs and the inu to follow.  It seemed that Jasana had alot to learn.   But the desert could be quite a teacher of things one needed to know.  Tarrin had intimate knowledge of that.
	It didn't take very long for them to reach the edge of the city, which formed a boundary of the fallen outer wall.  Tarrin pondered shortly why there was a wall here but there hadn't been a wall where he had entered the city the first time he had been here.  Maybe the city had grown past the wall on that side of town, and they hadn't had the chance to build a new one before the Blood War forced them to abandon the city.  Tarrin helped his cubs and Kedaira climb up the debris, and when they reached the top, Tarrin saw two figures in the haze moving towards them.  He'd had a lock on Allia the whole time, so he knew that it was her.  The smaller figure beside her was Allyn, her husband, and to his surprise, Allyn was keeping pace with his wife as she ran across the desert.  Tarrin felt a sudden happiness and lightness when he saw his sister.  Though he talked to her every single day and saw her almost as often, it just didn't seem the same as being near her in person.  Tarrin was a creature grounded in his senses, and unless a person registered to all his senses, sight and sound and smell and touch, they just didn't seem to actually be there.  Seeing Allia through a projection was like talking to nothing more than a shadow, an illusion of Allia's true self.
	Tarrin smiled as he shaded his eyes, remembering all at once that maybe he should have conjured up some visors for all of them.  He'd seen Allyn many times when he projected out to see Allia, but it still amused him a little to see the Sha'Kar doing Selani things. Sha'Kar were not very physical people, dependent upon their magic, but Allyn had come to a place where using magic to do his work would be seen as dishonorable.  The Selani only used magic when no other option was available.  Allia had formidable powers in Sorcery, but she would rarely use them, adhering to her customs even when not in the desert.  That was why few Sorcerers had ever seen Allia use Sorcery, and even fewer knew just how strong she was.  Even Allia didn't realize how powerful she was, for she had been eclipsed by Tarrin and Keritanima the whole time she had been aware of her powers.  True, compared to her two siblings, Allia's powers were very weak, but compared to other Sorcerers, her powers were comparable.  Perhaps maybe even a little stronger.  And with the training she had received from Dolanna, her siblings, and now Allyn, Tarrin didn't doubt that Allia was a formidable opponent in a magical battle.
	"What is is, Papa?" Eron asked.
	"Allia," he answered.
	"Auntie Allia is here!" Eron said in glee, racing down the rubble's slope and then racing off in her general direction.  Eron didn't realize that if he kept moving that way, he'd be some fifty spans to her left.  But Allia changed direction to intercept Tarrin's impulsive cub.
	"He's such a baby sometimes," Jasana fussed, crossing her arms.
	"And you're better," Tarrin said calmly.  "Since Eron's not here to hear it, I have something to tell you, cub."
	"What is it, Papa?"
	"While you're around the Selani, you will not use your Sorcery," he ordered.  "Not unless your life depends on it.  Do you understand me?"
	"Why?" she demanded with sudden heat.
	"The Selani see the indiscriminate use of magic to be dishonorable," he told her calmly.  "While you are on Selani land, you will obey their rules.  And the rule is no magic unless I specifically say you can, or you're in immediate, life-threatening danger."
	"That's not fair!"
	"Life isn't fair," Tarrin shrugged, then he put a deliberate gaze on her.  "And you will obey me, cub.  If I catch you using magic, you're going home.  And while we're on the subject, you won't argue with me or backtalk me or fuss when I tell you to do something, Jasana.  How you act is going to reflect on me.  If you disobey me in front of the Selani, or if you cause a scene or argue with me, both me and Allia will be embarassed.  Me because you're my child, and her because I'm her brother.  And that's the last thing you want to have happen.  Do you understand me?"
	"But--"
	"I said do you understand me?" Tarrin cut her off in a tone that would brook nothing other than immediate and uncontested submission.
	Jasana knew better than to push when her father spoke like that.  She was a cunning little sneak, but she was also intelligent, and she knew where the line was.
	"Yes, Papa," she sighed in a defeated tone.
	"Good.  If you embarass me in front of Allia's tribe, you'll be regretting it for the next ten years.  Remember that."
	"I will."
	"Good.  Now let's go greet your aunt Allia."
	Tarrin helped Kedaira clamber down the uneven slope, then they moved towards Allia as she picked up Eron and moved towards him.  Tarrin felt the months slide away effortlessly every step he took towards his sister, like old times come again, until they were standing before one another.  She reached her hands out and he took them, swallowing them up in his huge paws, and he took in her spicy, coppery scent as he gazed down into her eyes with a sober expression that conveyed more than words ever could.  The bond between him and Allia was a powerful one, as they were entwined together with bonds of love and friendship and understanding that defied rational explanation.  That single touch made it as if they had never been separated, and things were again as they were meant to be.
	She smiled up at him and then embraced him, and he returned it warmly.  "It's so good to see you!" she said happily, squeezing him.
	"It's good to see you too.  For real, anyway," he returned.
	"And I see my little girl followed you here," she said with a smile, reaching down and picking up Jasana, who giggled when Allia hugged her.  Kedaira stalked over and pushed at Allia for attention, and she laughed and put a hand on her inu's head fondly, stroking her scales.
	"You're looking thin, Allyn," Tarrin noted as Jasana and Eron both started jabbering at Allia, competing for her attention.
	"Desert life isn't easy," he chuckled.  "You're looking well, Tarrin."
	"As well as can be expected," he answered.  "How was the run?"
	"Not too bad," he replied.  "We only came across one kajat.  They've been getting pretty thick lately."
	"They're migrating south, love," Allia answered.  "The storms are fiercest to the north.  That's why the northern clans move south."
	Tarrin realized something.  "Isn't Gathering next month?" he asked, trying to count off the months.
	"Two months," she answered.  "During the midwinter lull in the storm season."
	"What are you saying, Papa?" Eron asked.
	"You haven't taught them Selani?" Allia asked in a shocked voice.
	"I've had some other things come up, Allia," he said a bit sheepishly.  "With everything else they've had to learn, there just hasn't been time to teach them Selani."
	"Tarrin!  How are they going to meet my family?" she demanded.
	"I'll cheat," he promised.  "They're Were-cats, so I can use a spell Spyder taught me to implant the language in them.  It won't hold long, but it should stick to them long enough to meet your clan."
	"As long as they can understand what's going on while they're here, that's all that matters," Allia nodded.
	"I see you didn't take long to learn Selani, Allyn," Tarrin noted.
	"Allia taught me a spell that aids memory," he replied.  "It let me learn it in about two rides."
	"Allia taught you a spell?" Tarrin asked.
	"We were cut off from the Goddess, Tarrin," he replied calmly.  "Those Priest tricks the katzh-dashi use were denied to us, and since our parents couldn't use them either, they never taught them to us."
	"Ah, I see," he nodded.  "Have you heard from Auli or Iselde lately?"
	"Iselde's at the Tower in Suld, and she's doing fine.  Auli's about two steps from getting thrown out of the Tower in Sharadar," Allyn said with an amused smile.  "I've been meaning to ask.  Whatever happened to those two human girls you took from the island, Tarrin?"
	"They're being trained by Druids," he answered.  "I haven't seen them since leaving Sha'Kari, but my mother keeps me up to date on how they're doing."
	Tarrin focused his attention on Allia, who was listening with gentle attentiveness as Eron showed off his leather pouch full of little metal figurines.  "The whole bottom floor was filled with sand, but we found chests up in the attic that was so small Papa had to shapeshift to get inside.  There were little balls and dice and marbles and all sorts of things in the chest!" he was relating to Allia in a fast, almost continuous stream of words.  "Papa let me keep these little metal men.  Aren't they neat?  Jasana kept a little metal bag full of marbles, and Papa made us leave the rest of it behind.  And we found a bunch of Dwarf skeletons and Papa took an axe I found from me cause he doesn't think I'm old enough to have something like that and--"
	"We'll have plenty of time to catch up later, cub," Tarrin told him, cutting him off.  "How far do we have to go, sister?"
	"The camp was five days south, but they are moving this way," she answered in Sulasian.  "We should reach them in three days."
	"Why are they moving north?"
	"We saw some good grazing while we were on the way, and I signalled them."
	Allia was a Scout, one of the Selani that ranged far from the tribe in search of grazing and to keep an eye out for wandering predators.  They were the eyes of the tribe, locating danger and searching out the food that their flocks of sukk needed to survive.  All of them had that gift of keen eyesight; Allia could read a book from five hundred paces away.  In fact, that was what made them Scouts.  Var was also a Scout, and he too shared Allia's gift of incredible eyesight.
	"Any trouble with Sandmen?"
	She shook her head.  "Allyn can drive them away with Sorcery.  He taught me how to do it."
	Tarrin looked to Allyn, who only shrugged.  "It's rather simple, actually.  I'll teach it to you tonight."
	"I'll be interested to learn it," he said honestly.
	"Can I learn too?" Jasana asked brightly.
	"It would be an honor to teach you, little one," Allyn smiled.
	"Do you want to camp here and await the dawn, or set out now?" Allia asked.
	"I'm not going to waste half a day sitting around, sister," he answered.  "I can take care of teaching the cubs Selani when we camp.  It won't take very long."
	"Very well then," she smiled, pushing her visor a bit more snugly onto her nose.  "I think the cubs need some proper desert garb, brother.  A visor, at the very least.  We'll be running into the wind."
	"I was meaning to take care of that," he nodded.
	"Running?  We have to run?" Jasana asked in surprise.
	Tarrin looked at her.  "Did you think I was going to carry you, girl?" he asked bluntly.
	"Papa, your Elemental could--"
	"That is not our way, young one," Allia told her pointedly.  "Here, we do for ourselves, and in our desert, you will do as we do.  Magic is a tool, not a crutch, and all tools have times when they are used and times when they are not.  There is nothing wrong with your legs, so you will run."
	"What are you all mad for, you big baby?" Eron taunted.  "I think it'll be fun!"
	Jasana glared death at Eron, but her brother just stuck his tongue out at her.
	"It will be harder for Eron than it will for you, since you will not be affected by t