First of all, my apologies for taking so long to answer tags. My 
parents are both ill and I've had my hands full. Second, my 
apologies for a monster post, but this is just how it all came together 
in my mind. Now, on with the show....


Afternoon Day 10
******************

The knife throwing practice had gone well, and Moira had 
J'red's promise to approach W'lam about training her in 
combat. She had eavesdropped on and watched enough 
caravan guards to know that while she may not have 
strength in a fight she had good reach and speed. Now to 
just learn how to use them.

Moira made her way back to her quarters and changed into 
some older clothes, ones that had now been delegated to 
"dragon cleaning" clothes.  She and Vasra flew down to the 
lake and caught up with Truan and Drakken. They 
scrubbed hides in companionable silence, occasionally 
chatting about the various events going on around the 
Warren and comparing notes on thier training. Tomorrow 
was a big day, they were going on flights outside of the 
Warren and learn to teleport back. Both riders and dragons 
were jittery with anticipation. 

Moira finished oiling Vasra's leg and leaned back to admire 
the glistening dragon. The oil really brought out the depth 
of Vasra's color, a rich burnished indigo chased with swirls 
of true black. She watched as Vasra suddenly looked 
back towards then Warren, then turned her head to look at 
Moira. 

*Maxima says that her rider has hurt herself, she upset over 
Wintermoon's rider.* Vasra relayed. 

"Oh no.." Moira felt her panic run through her. What had 
happened? Why would Xanthia hurt herself? 

*I have asked Areena if her rider thinks we should come. He 
says it's not needed, but maybe you can speak to Maxima's 
rider later.* Vasra interjected.

"I will, after practice." Moira nodded, and began gathering up 
her things. She and Vasra returned to thier quarters  where 
Moira got cleaned up and prepared for dinner.  

With a promise to meet Truan in the dining hall, Moira went 
on to the small art supply store.  Quietly she tried to explain 
to the proprietor that she was newly joined and had no 
money, but she would be glad to exchange her sewing skills 
in return for some supplies. Chuckling, he simply handed her 
the items she'd picked out and told her he knew where to 
send the bill. With a bemused smile Moira took the package 
and went on to meet Truan.

Dinner was quite and uneventful, she and Truan compared 
notes on places they had picked out as good spots to 
teleport to around the Warren, describing the details back 
and forth and getting the dragons into the practice by 
having them exchange the visualizations. Neither figured 
on much sleeping that night. 

Moira returned to her quarters after bidding Truan and 
Drakken good night, worried thoughts chasing back and 
forth through her mind. She was concerned for Xanthia, 
she had heard at dinner that Oldreth had left the Warren. 
Had it been because of Xanthia confronting him with her 
feelings? Was this her fault for suggesting Xanthia 
confront the queenrider? A question to Vasra revealed that 
Xanthia was in her quarters sleeping, or trying to according 
to Maxima.  Moira's mind went on to the Cult. What were 
they up to now? Who was the man she had seen handling 
the coal?

With an exasperated sigh she stood and unpacked the 
bundle she had brought from the art store, pulling out a 
good selection of paper, pencils, brushes and paints. Actual 
paints!  Moira took a deep breath and worked on 
remembering the details of the Warren as seen from 
dragonback. The lake, the layout of the cliffs, the trees 
below. Suddenly the image became sharper, she realized 
Vasra was helping, curious as to what Moira was up to. 
Carefully Moira picked up a brush and dipped it into the 
paint, and made the first stroke, leading to 
another....gradually the image appeared, the Warren as seen 
from dragonback.  Smiling, she set the painting aside to dry. 

*Moira, could you do this to make the image of the man 
who poisoned the coal?* Vasra asked.

Moira caught her breath, she hadn't thought of drawing 
him! She quickly grabbed a pencil and began sketching. She 
could not get good definition of his features, but could 
draw a semi likeness. She paused and pondered this idea, 
why had she never thought of drawing her visions? With a 
disgusted sigh she set the supplies aside and decided to 
go to bed. Regardless, from now on when she did a reading 
she would have art supplies handy. *Thank you dear* she 
told Vasra as she went to hug the dragon good night. *You 
are a genius.*

*Yes.* Vasra replied smugly. *a genius who needs sleep.*

Laughing, Moira made her way to bed. 

Day 11
******
The day was bright and sunny, energizing the group of 
newly joined that much more. Meredywn and  Tr'lkin who 
had come along to help today. the old rider had probably 
forgotten more than he still remembered, but he had a fond 
spot in his heart for this batch of recruits. 

Meredywn had flown out the long way, letting the dragons 
and thier riders burn off some energy, then had them fly 
formations and patterns, promising that as soon as the 
series had been done without flaw they would get to 
practice teleporting.  After a stellar performance, she called 
them in and explained the process, then lined them up to 
give it a go one at a time. 

Nervous apprehension kept the riders and dragons quiet. 
They watched as the first student and dragon flew into the 
sky, the dragon broadcasting the image he had gotten from 
his rider. At Meredwyn's cue, the dragon teleported. 
Nervous moments passed as the students held thier breath, 
then a great shout echoed off the cliffs as the rider and 
dragon reappeared in the sky! The first teleport had been 
successful. It had been well impressed upon them that it 
was risky, you could get lost, or you could teleport inside of 
something if you weren't paying attention. 

Moira fidgeted with her riding straps and tightened her 
jacket as the next two riders went up, then it was her turn. 
Giving a smile to Truan and returning his thumbs up, she 
and Vasra launched into the air. Composing herself, Moira 
built the image in her mind of where they were going to 
teleport. She had chosen a small ridge near the back of the 
Warren, not far from thier apartments.  

*Meredywn says we image in very good detail* Vasra told 
her. *Hold on!* Moira grabbed the flying straps and held her 
breath as suddenly the sky vanished around them, cold 
snatched at her breath in the darkness. Then suddenly they 
were in the sky over the Warren, looking down at the ridge 
Moira had chosen. *Again!* Vasra told her and another 
blink found them flying over the training ground looking 
down on the other newly joined.

The afternoon was spent practicing teleporting back and 
forth to various spots. Moira even teleported as far as the 
Weaver's Guild in Killaglen, since she had a good image of 
it. She hadn't stopped, but she secretly hoped Guras had 
been glancing out the window and saw the indigo dragon 
swoop over the guild and dissappear. 

The final lesson of the day was to teleport as a group, while 
flying formation. They appeared over the Warren and 
swooped down to the feeding grounds like seasoned 
riders. Meredwyn and Tr'lkin congratulated them on and 
excellent days' work, then released them to find dinner. 
Tr'lkin led the way to the dining hall bragging loudly to 
every rider he could find about this batch of new riders, 
proud as any grandparent. Laughing, the students 
scattered to tend to hungry dragons and hungry rider 
stomachs.

It was late before Moira got back to her quarters, the days 
excitement had tired her greatly. "Vasra, is Maxima about 
and how is her rider?" Moira asked as she wearily bundled 
up some laundry to be done the next day. 

*Maxima's rider is in her quarters, she doesn't want to see 
anyone.* Vasra answered. 

"Oh dear." Moira sat in her chair for a moment, debating if 
she had the energy to go and speak to Xanthia. She found 
herself nodding a few moments later. "In the morning.  First 
thing in the morning." Moira promised herself in a whisper, 
then fell into bed for a night of unusually dreamless sleep.  

Day 12
******

Moira rose late and hurried to take her laundry and do it. 
Thankfully today was a rest day for the trainee's. "Xanthia, 
I'm supposed to check with her today." Moira mused as she 
scrubbed a particularly stubborn stain. "Where is she 
Vasra?"

*In her apartment, but Maxima says she is urging her rider to 
go and eat.* Vasra replied from her place in the sun. 

"I'll meet her in the lunch room then!" Moira took her freshly 
scrubbed laundry up to the apartment and put it away, then 
rushed to the lunchroom. There was no sign of Xanthia yet, 
but Vasra assured her the girl was coming. Moira grabbed 
some fruit and sandwich and laid claim to a table, watching 
for the redhead. She was surprised to see Xanthia in the 
line with Tarv'renon, but shrugged. They appeared to have 
reconciled thier differences. So much had been going on in 
the Warren, and Moira knew she had probably missed a 
good deal. She pondered Xanthia's limp, wondering if this 
was the injury she'd given herself that Th'rin had mentioned 
through the dragons. 

Waving, she caught thier attention and brought them over 
to her table. They sat and ate in companionable silence, but 
Moira was worried, and could tell that Tarv was too. 
Xanthia looked pale and ill and was picking at her food. 
When Moira mentioned it Xanthia defiantly began eating 
with great gusto, then suddenly gasped and fled the 
lunchroom. Moira and Tarv looked at each other with 
puzzlement and concern on their faces, then abandoned 
the table and followed. Moira quickly cleared the table of 
thier trays and then followed outside to find Tarv tending 
to a very ill Xanthia. Moira rushed over as Xanthia finished 
throwing up and then collapsed onto the green.

"My name is W'lam. Is everything all right?" An older rider 
stood an Moira's elbow. Tarv gestured to an unconcious 
Xanthia. "No, she..."

"Let's get her to the med center." Moira interjected. *Vasra, 
alert Areena and her rider, please!*

******

Moira watched as Th'rin took the limp form of Xanthia and 
carried her back into one of the rooms. She started to pace, 
but found the room to confining for her long legs. "Tarv, I'll 
be outside. Let me know.." A nod from the other rider sent 
her stalking outside to wear a path in the grass, back and 
forth. The older rider who had helped them carry Xanthia to 
the center followed. 

"What's wrong with her?" He asked.

"If I knew that she wouldn't be ill!" Moira snapped, giving him 
a frosty glare, then put her hand over her face, mortified. "I'm 
sorry, I'm sorry. I'm just very worried. She's my friend." Moira 
closed her eyes, struggling with her feelings of guilt, worry 
and dispair. She should have checked on Xanthia sooner.

"Checked on her?" Asked W'lam.

Moira's eyes opened, had she spoke out loud? "Yes, 
checked on her. I knew she was..emotionally upset about 
something, and had heard that she'd injured herself. I was 
told it was taken care of, but I guess not. I don't know. I 
should have checked with her the other night, but I got 
caught up in drawing my visions." Moira wrapped her arms 
around herself and stared across the green, wondering why 
she was babbling to this man.

"Visions? What sort of visions do you have?" W'lam 
asked, staring at her intently.

Moira shook herself from her thoughts and stared at this 
man, who was he? Frowning, she nearly turned from him 
and returned to the med center when Vasra interjected and 
told her he was the dragon rider that hunted the cult of the 
lady, and also the man J'red was going to speak to about 
teaching her to fight. Moira took a deep breath and began 
to explain.

"When I touch things, things that have been involved in an 
emotional situation, or are handled alot by someone, like a 
favored piece of jewelry, I see things. I handled some of the 
coal that was poisoned trying to find out who did it. I don't 
have a good image of him, but..I can sort of see him. I was 
trying to draw it the other night." She trailed off, realizing 
how foolish she sounded.

"Trinale did not tell me she had a psychomtrist in this 
Warren! Why on earth did she leave that out!" W'lam looked 
positively angry, turning as though to go and find the 
Warren Lady and ask her this moment. 

"Wait!" Moira grabbed his arm hard, stopping him. 
"Psychomowhat? What was that word? Is that what I do, is 
that what it means? Do you mean other people can do it?"

******
(TAG Mike!)
*****
Moira sat quietly on a bench outside of the med center, 
pondering over what W'lam had told her. So she wasn't the 
only one, it was just a rare talent.  Footsteps caught her 
attention as Tarv walked out of the med center towards her.
*****
(TAG Morgie)
*****
Day 13

Sleep had been restless the night before, images of Xanthia 
lying pale and still danced back and forth with images of 
blindfolded women and madmen, and images of Tarv and 
Th'rin as she had seen them that day of Areena's mating 
flight.  

Wearily, Moira dragged herself down to the training 
grounds and made her way through the days practice 
session. She watched as one of the other trainee's, a 
young girl, flirted with Truan, leaving him flustered and 
blushing. She smiled wearily, not having the energy to tease 
her little brother about his potential girlfriend. Instead she 
encouraged him to go to lunch with the young lady, then 
made her way to the med center.

"She's sleeping." Th'rin told her.

"I would still like to peek in and see her Th'rin. I promise I'll be 
very quiet, it'll just be a moment." Moira struggled with the 
images from the night before dancing through her mind. 
What was wrong with her today?Th'rin stared into her eyes 
for a moment, then nodded. "A moment, that's all."

Moira peered into the room and then quietly stepped next to 
the bed, looking at the pale figure laying there? She felt 
guilty, she should have checked on Xanthia before. "I'm 
sorry." She whispered softly, then snuck out of the room.

"Moira, you don't look well yourself." Th'rin stopped her.

"I'm just tired Th'rin. It's been a busy last few days, and...I'm 
very worried about Xanthia. I should have checked on her 
sooner, I just got caught up in training." Moira answered.

"Xanthia isn't your responsiblity." Th'rin told her pointedly. 
Oddly, his tone of voice and attitude angered her.

"No, but she is my friend! I knew she was hurt and upset and 
I wasn't there for her. There is just...so much happens....there 
isn't enough time..." Moira trailed off, her hands waving in the 
air. Th'rin caught one and had her sit down.

"I know. You can only do so much. I'm kicking myself for not 
making sure she  tended the wound on her leg. " Th'rin told 
her.

"Th'rin, what happened? She said she was hurt because 
Oldreth and Merissa mated, I told her I thought it had 
something to do with Chrysthal's mating flight. I knew she 
had strong feelings for Oldreth..I...picked it up once while 
handling something of hers. " Moira sighed and ran her 
hands over her face. "I encouraged her to go to Oldreth 
and tell him how she felt. I didn't know he was going to 
leave that morning. I don' t know what happened. I feel 
like...this is my fault."

"It's no one's fault. Affairs of the heart are.....tangled at best." 
Th'rin said, his expression strange. Moira again saw the 
image of Tarv in her mind, and gritted her teeth to keep her 
jaw from dropping. "You should get something to eat and 
take a rest this afternoon. You look worn out. You did 
teleporting training all day yesterday, didn't you? That is 
very tiring. Ask Clarissa for some medicine for that 
headache too, I can tell you have one, you frown 
something terrible."

With a halfhearted chuckle Moira nodded and went to seek 
out Clarissa. After taking the medicine she went to the 
dining room and packed a small lunch, then called Vasra to 
the green.

*What is going on, where are we going?* Vasra asked as 
Moira climbed aboard.

"I need some peace and quiet and room to think." Moira 
answered. "We're going for a picnic." The two flew quietly to 
a small glade near the lake and settled down, Moira eating 
her lunch and then she and Vasra watching the clouds go 
by and napping in the sun.  

Moira roused from her sun induced sleep hearing Vasra's 
voice. Evening was coming on, they had slept nearly the 
day away. Her headache felt remarkably better. 

*We're needed in the Med Center. Trinale wants you to look 
at some objects and tell them about them.* Vasra told her.

Moira felt apprehension slide through her, but nodded and 
climbed up. Her few hours of quiet were shattered, but still, 
she'd had them. She and Vasra quickly flew to the 
apartment to get her art supplies and then to the med center. 
Clarissa led her to a room where a group of people waited. 
Moira felt her stomach sink and grow butterflies the size of 
buffalo, something big was happening.

Th'rin, Merissa, Derry, Trinale, Katla, Kanler, W'lam and J'red 
were all waiting for her.  Moira gripped the bundle of pencils 
and papers in her hands and sat down in the chair they 
indicated.

"Moira, we have a big favor to ask of you. We have several 
items we need you to look out. A couple of them are from 
people who died. "W'lam explained quietly. Moira felt her 
breath whoosh out of her, this was going to be very hard. 
She nodded and indicated for the older rider to go on.

"Most psychomotrists won't read from objects that have 
been involved in a death. I understand you have before." 
W'lam watched as the girl nodded solemnly. "I know you are 
newly joined, but you mentioned Vasra was able to help 
you with a reading, can she help you with this?" Again 
Moira nodded.  "Then what do you need to get this done?"

Moira took a deep breath. "A table, so..if I can, I can draw 
what I see. And..if everyone could sit down, it would help. All 
of you towering over me is..unnerving at best." Moira tried to 
smile, it was a weak effort. "Also, if I get...lost...you need to 
keep telling me who I am, so I can remember me. I'm sorry, I 
know that doesn't make much sense, but..it's the best I can 
say."

Moira put her chair in the corner and sat while a table and 
more chairs were fetched. She concentrated on breathing 
evenly and trying to stay calm, she had a bad feeling about 
this though. All these people here! Vasra murmered 
reassurance in the back of her mind, even passing on 
reassurance from other dragons that knew what was going 
on. 

"First we need you to look at these coins." W'lam carefully 
placed a few shiny pieces on the table in front of her. Moira 
did not bother to look at them, knowing what emblem they 
probably bore.  She looked around the room and nervously 
ran her fingers through the stray tendrils of hair that trailed 
about her face, then closed her eyes and dropped the palm 
of her hand down onto the coins. 

Emotions swam in her mind, a man with a cold and cruel 
nature. She shivered, fighting to remember herself and to 
keep that which was her seperate from the person the coins 
belonged to. "Kel" the name whispered in her mind. An image 
of a battered and abused woman, an image of a meeting, 
other people.  She suddenly took a deep breath, her eyes 
flying open but not seeing the room in front of her. A man, 
"Kel" was looking at a man, and she could not be certain but 
she thought it was the man who had handled the coal. She 
tried to get an image of "Kel" as well, her hand blindly 
seeking one of the pencils and roughly sketching the image 
on paper.  She pulled her hand from the coins, shivering, 
while she sketched madly, trying to capture the images. She 
felt Vasra's presence, helping her to keep herself seperate, 
and helping to define the images more clearly. Dropping the 
pencil, she looked at the images on the paper before her.  
She pointed to first one, then the other. "This is the man that 
had the coins, he...
he hurt some woman, and...he's one of the cultists. He hates 
the dragonriders...I think he's of noble blood, he.." Moira 
paused and glanced up at the room. "Pardon my saying..but 
he had an arrogance, a disregard...that you sometimes find 
in some nobles. He also wore fine clothes and had fine 
things. He often met with this man.." Moira pointed to the 
other image. "They plotted things together. This other man, I 
think..he may be the one who poisoned the coal. He looks 
like him, as far as I could make out." Moira shivered and 
rubbed her forhead. "That's all I can get from these, I'm 
sorry."

"Don't be, it's very helpful. " W'lam took up the pictures and 
passed them to the others, then laid a medallion on the 
table. "This was found on a dead man. Are you up to this?" 
Moira glanced up at W'lam and nodded, settling herself 
back into the chair. "The first reading wasn't too bad, Vasra 
is a big help. Just remember to tell me who I am, I can't forget 
who I am." Swallowing, Moira dropped her hand on top of 
the medallion and closed her eyes.

Immediately, she made a horrible choking sound and 
grabbed her chest, her eyes flying open and staring in front 
of her, blankly. "My Lord Jason, why? Why..." her voice 
faded to a whisper, her eyes widening, the pupils shrinking 
to nearly nothing, staring in front of her.  Her breathing 
faltered, color fading from her face and lips. She couldn't 
seem to breath.

"Moira?" Th'rin stood, then leaned over her, putting his 
fingers over her pulse.  "Moira!" Looking up at W'lam he 
slapped Moira's hand away from the medallion and grabbed 
her by the shoulders, shaking her. "Remember who you are 
Moira, you're not dying! You have to breath Moira! W'lam, 
this is idiocy, what's happening to her!"

Moira gasped weakly, blinking, her eyes slowly focusing on 
Th'rin, tears sliding down her cheeks. "He had a little boy, he 
was worried about what would happen to his little boy..." 
she said weakly and began sobbing. Th'rin wrapped his 
arms around her, holding her.

"She said Jason." J'red said softly, shock on his face. 
"Lord Jason."

"This is over. " Th'rin stated. "I want you all out of here. You 
can find out who killed Gywna and her dragon some other 
way."

"Th'rin." W'lam began, but was cut off.

"You could kill Moira finding out! She nearly stopped 
breathing, her heart nearly stopped!Then what good would 
that do? NO!" Th'rin shouted. 

Moira sat still in Th'rin's arms, listening. Images ran riot 
through her mind, her chest ached where the dagger had 
been plunged into it, no..where Lord Jason had stabbed the 
man who had died. "He poisoned the coal too. He's the one 
who poisoned the coal, Lord Jason did it. " She whispered 
weakly. "It was him I saw before with the coal, and who Kel 
saw.  It was him." Shakily, she pushed herself away from 
Th'rin, and reached for a pencil.

 Th'rin made to stop her but was stunned as she violent 
slapped his hand away. "NO! If I have to see these things, if 
this is what this gift brings me, then by all the gods these 
men will be caught! They will be stopped! They killed Barry, 
they killed Vasra's hatchmates, they've raped and 
murdered women and children and they are monsters and if 
I can stop them  I ...WILL....STOP....THEM!" Moira realized 
she was shrieking at the top of her lungs, tears pouring 
down her face, her hair undone. Vasra screamed in rage 
outside, echoing her rider's distress. Moira began drawing 
furiously, swiping at tears that dropped and stained the 
paper.

"Moira," J'red said softly, crouching down by the table. "We 
know who Jason is, we..know what he looks like. " J'red 
sighed heavily. "You don't have to draw him." Moira let the 
pencil drop from her fingers and put her hands over her 
face, sobbing.  Shaking, she fought to get herself under 
control. Th'rin handed her a glass of water, which she drank 
from , spilling some of the water into her lap with unsteady 
hands. 

"You've been a big help Moira. We can't ask any more of 
you." Trinale stood and began to gesture for the others to 
go out.

"No!" Moira yelled and slammed the glass down on the table, 
shattering it and sending glass shards and water flying. 
Everyone froze, looking at her, stunned.  Moira took a deep 
breath and glared at them. "There was something else. One 
of you said something about Gywna, and Vasra said a 
dragon was killed. You have something from that. One of 
these monsters killed a dragon rider, I'll find out who he was 
so he can be tracked down. Give me what ever you have!" 
Moira clenched her jaw and braced herself, trying to stop 
the shaking. Anger, terror, confusion ran riot through her, 
but she knew that this was what she was going to do. It 
was all she could do, and they weren't going to stop her.

"Are you sure?" W'lam asked quietly. 

"Yes."

"Sit down." W'lam fetched pulled something from a bag and 
sat down next to her, looking at the others. They sat, slowly, 
not sure whether to protest further or not. 

"Moira this is dangerous." Th'rin said.

"Having these bastards roaming the countryside is also 
dangerous. This, it's just me in danger, having them out 
there is dangerous to everyone. I have Vasra, she can help 
me, and I have you. You're a good healer Th'rin, I know you'll 
take care of me and make sure I'm all right. I'm going to do 
this. We can either do it now or I'll find out from Vasra 
where it happened and I'll to the site and read it there, alone. 
Which would you prefer?" Moira turned her head and 
stared at Th'rin, her head up and her eyes cold. "They were 
in your very apartment's Thr'in, not long ago. They could 
have hurt Merissa, or Oberon. They did hurt Xanthia. If it 
were you, wouldn't you go ahead and do it? WOULDN'T 
YOU????"

Th'rin held her gaze for a moment, then nodded and sat 
down. Moira held out her hand for the items W'lam held.  He 
placed them in her palm and stepped back as her eyes 
closed and she took a deep breath and concentrated. 

Everyone in the room jumped as her eyes flew open and 
she slammed back into the chair, trying to get away from 
something only she could see, she struggled to her feet and 
stood swaying.  "NO!!" Moira suddenly screamed, striking 
out in front of her, as though trying to defend herself. "Gods 
no...Please No I won't tell anyone!!! Stop! Dalton, stop, 
please!!" Moira's shoulders slammed into the corner behind 
her as her eyes held wide and she shuddered, tears pouring 
down her face, a low moan coming from deep within her.  
Suddenly her eyes rolled back in her head and she 
collapsed on the floor.

Th'rin pushed the table aside and knelt, checking for a 
pulse. Moira's ragged breathing filled the room with sound, 
but she made no other response to her name being called 
or shaking. Th'rin peeled back her eyelids, finding her eyes 
rolled back in her head as far as they would go.

*Vasra, what is happening? Help her!* Trinale cried out to 
the dragon that was screaming outside.

*I can't, she won't hear me!* Vasra cried out in dispair. * The 
man who killed the woman, the things he did to her, my rider  
felt them, knew them. She has fled into her mind to get away 
from them. She had never mated, she didn't know!* 

Trinale repeated what Vasra had said, eliciting an explosive 
curse from Th'rin.  "She's catatonic! She's in so deep a state 
of shock I don't know that she'll ever come out of it." Th'rin 
motioned for J'red to help and carefully picked Moira up 
and placed her on a bed in the corner of the room. "Have 
Vasra keep talking to her.  People need to come in and talk 
to her. She's like Caitlin, I don't know what else to do. Maybe 
N'lin can do something, I don't know. " 

"Dalton." Trinale said, her face grim. They all stared at the 
silent pale figure laying on the bed, as Vasra called out 
sadly in the dark. 

************* 

So, there you go....Feel free to embellish and build off of it, I 
figure Moira to be in a coma for at least a couple of days, 
maybe longer. She's going to be a basket case for a while 
after that. 

Rhiannon

Writer of Moira and Vasra