The Ferravale Recorder gets in trouble.

FV:Town Hall:Meeting Room

his is a large meeting room. A large table lined with chairs sits in the middle of the room. The table is made of oakwood, as are the chairs.A couple large soft chairs are here as well. There is a large fireplace to keep one warm in cold months and the walls have pictures of varies village beasts. A door leads to the dinning hall , as well as one to the Chieftain's Office and one back to main hallway.

Exits: [C]hieftain's [O]ffice, [D]inning [H]all, [B]ack [H]all

Blisa has left the 'safety' of her and her father's home and is now wandering aound the village. She looks around the town hall, avoiding the cells for obvious reasons. She has her drawing supplies in a bag with her.

Simon, a rather bothered-looking squirrel, passes through the meeting room very flustered, with papers and parchments flapping and blowing in all directions, crystal spectacles askew and everything disorganized.

Blisa shuffles to get out of the squirrels' way, her green eyes serious and old...old for a creature her age, at least. She just watches Simon.

Simon gives her a sideways glance as he walks by. "Good day to yo--" crash-WHUMP. At that precise moment, one of his ink bottles slips from his arms and breaks open on the floor, slopping ink all over the area directly in his path, causing him to promptly lose his footing and fall.--directly in the ink puddle.

Blisa giggles a little, then walks foreward. "Do you need any help?" she inoccently asks, smiling just the slightest bit.

Simon manages to retain his dignity--just barely, and he scowls, adjusting his glasses and somehow getting to his feet without tripping again. "I am quite sufficently capable of returning to my business unaided."

Blisa blinks a good 5 times, then decides to take that as a 'no'...and get mad. "I was just offering to help. No need to bite my head off, you psyco." she turns and goes to stomp off, saying over her shoulder, "I'll make sure and tell Daddy how mean you are." I hope she's not being serious.

Simon's jaw drops. The Chieftain's daughter. "Oh dear."

Blisa has started to walk away, a very angry frown on her face. She clutches her bag of drawing supplies to her chest and holds her head up high.

"Wait--come back!" Simon calls.

Blisa stops and whips around, glaring balefully at the squirrel. "What now? Another insult I can't understand? A lecture, maybe? No thanks." she turns around again.

"Um...er...Look, I'm sorry, ok?" Simon calls.

Blisa turns around yet again and stares at Simon. "Sorry? Oh, really? I'm so sure."

We had to log off here, but stay tuned for out next episode of Ferravale fun!