Pie Guess

[fidelli]

Nim would be the first to admit, Zuchie was far smarter than she. And being far smarter than she, the girl referred all clues to the young White. They sat in her weyr now, eyes glued to the small copy as they argued over it.

Get the clue
Find the knife
Eat some pie
Do not die
Catch on fast
Be not last!

"Well, the first two parts are simple. Get the clue to find the knife - it is just saying what we need to do." The White agreed, chuckling happily. Yes! And the third part should be we need to catch on fast to the clues, and be not last searching! She nodded, looking at the paper. "Alright. It's the middle part than. Eat some pie, do not die." She immediately began to throw out places. "Kitchen?" What about dying? No one dies in a kitchen. "Oh, right... Erm, who likes pie?" Everyone. But Mine, you are going about it the wrong way. Die. If you are dying, you go to the infirmary! Nim suddenly sat up.

"A'mor is a Healer." The White chuckled again, his whole body quivering. And your Clutchbrother, AnimatamoraMine, has Bubbly who loves pie! She shrugged, rising. "Worth a try. Come on, Klepto!" The Bronze popped right around His's neck, chirring eagerly. She left the small weyr then, doggedly making her way to the infirmary where, oh yes. A'mor was on duty. He looked up from his puzzle as she walked in with Klepto and Zuchie in tow, the blind White walking as easily as any other dragons. "Nim, Zuchie." She laughed, and punched him lightly on the arm. "A'mor. Hi Noyth!" The Gray - sleeping at the door - rumbled her hello and peered at Zuchie.

"What do you want, `brat?" The affection for his sister - the only person he showed affection too, anymore, was obvious in his voice, and she grinned back at him. "Me and Zuchie are doing the clues!" The rider groaned, glowering. "I found some weyrling brat's in my weyr, the very nerve! I hope you aren't going around people's weyrs, Animatamora!" Crossing her fingers behind her back, Nim grinned up at him. "Course not! Now, we are gonna search for the clue HERE, because we think it is the infirmary."

The Grayrider went back to his puzzle, yawning, "Fine. Do whatever - but disorganize anything and die." So off she went, straight to the herb's. Well, if you were going to die, you would be poisoned, yes?

[kyrillion]

Ah, the perpetrators thought you'd look here! Excellent guess - but the moment you open the cabinets, all of the healer's carefully-organized herbs tumble out and onto the floor. Looks like someone's sabotaged the shelves.

Better luck next time!