A tall teenaged girl with thick dark hair, and darker eyes, walks over to a café with several of the Gypitan people standing in front of it. Boldly she walks up to the group smiling sweetly as she possibly can. "Can you any of you tell me who I would talk to join your party?" the girl Shami asks.

The men look at her, smiles cross a few of their faces. "We are taking no woman on this track with us. So sorry there is no employment here for you," one of the men says.

"Please sir, I have navigation and fighting skills. I can bring my own supplies if that is the concern," Shami answers. Her daemon slipping out of her jacket, changing into her Favorite form of a large white spotted cat, and landing neatly on the ground. She smiles as the men's attention turns to her, as they sense that something is different about this girl.

"Girl you ain't even old enough to have a settled daemon, why would want to put you in danger. Now go run home to you mommy and daddy," one of the men says carefully.

"I don't have any. But I would most appreciate it if one of you would be so kind as to point the direction in which either Lord Faa or Farder Coram may be found," Shami insists sounding firm.

"I'll take you to Lord Faa if it's so important to you. Follow me we'll see if we can track him down," a man says stepping forward. He starts off towards an area buzzing with activity, as man unloaded supplies from the ship. They talked small talk as they walked, the teenager learns mostly that the man's name is Tony Costa.

"That big man over there is Lord Faa, be sure to be respectful to him now," Tony warns pointing out a burly man with every feeling of authority and power. Shami shivers a little as she walks over to the man trying to look imposing or at least impressive. Before the man even her height is dwarfed as the imposing Lord Faa turns to her.

"Lord Faa," Shami says bowing. "I have been sent by the which consol to request either to join you ranks or offer my skills under employment."

The man turns to face her; eyes squinted slightly in the amberic light of the dock. "We have no room for more in our group girl. Even for those the consul may send," he says looking at her.

Marriow at Shamis side changes rapidly into a hare shape, as the teen looks at Lord Faa. "Please sir give me a chance I'm as good as any of your men. I can fight, sled, and cook. I have my own sled and a small team, I promise I can carry my weight," the girl says trying to hide the fear of this man from her voice.

"You think you can work equal or better than one of my men girl? Prove it, I want you here tomorrow one hour after the sun rises, bring what you need to show you skill. If you impress me then I will allow you to join. Now go it is late and we are about to stop for the day. By the way what is your name?" He asks looking around him at the men that had stopped working.

"Shami Sir, thanks so much I will be her an hour after dawn," Shami turns to run off remembering her manners she turns to bow to the man then continues on her way. Behind her she hears muffled laughter, but Shami ignores it jogging all the way home.

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Because of her life style Shami moved around a lot, so everything in her life was mobile. The house over her mead, her few pieces of skimpy furniture were either easily acquired in each town she stopped in, or folded to a very small size. Walking into her fur covered home, Shami is greeted by five large dogs. They jump up on her to greet her licking her face as the girl pushes her way in. "Hey get down if you all want dinner," Shami says as her daemon laughs from her spot on the rafters.

"You think they really will let you get away without feeding them?" Marriow asks from her perch.

"You could join them and find out if you want," Shami challenges pulling through the mass.

"I'll pass today," the bird daemon says.

"Whatever," Shami says reaching for several pieces of meat tied up in the crisscrossing rafters. "But right now what's important is prepare for the show tomorrow. We have to earn our way onto that trip."

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Lookie evil. Maybe next chapter I'll tell you why her daemon can still change. :: Needs to top watch discovery channels.:: ::Goes off to write the next chapter::