things fall apart

[dunlending]

The Streets: *empty, most everyone has gone to the park for the festival*

Nuala: *still at work, putting a few finishing touches on a woven blanket before she closes up shop*

Kak: *with her even though Awk's gone off on an errand, riding on her shoulder*

Suddenly: *a bottle of alcohol with a burning rag stuffed in it smashes through the window*

Kak: *shrieking caw and flaps his wings hard to get away in surprise*

Nuala: *yells in alarm and grabs a piece of fabric, running to toss it over the fire in order to snuff it out, but it's already spreading and she can't put it out fast enough*

Kak: get out! Get out! *panicking and grabbing at Nuala with his feet, pulling and tugging*

Nuala: *frantically trying to put out the fires* I can't! I'll lose everything! Go get help, quickly!

Kak: No! COME! *yanks at her, accidentally clawing her face*

Nuala: Fine, but you go find someone! I have to get a few things, just go!

Kak: *freaking the heck out*

Gelgannel: *walking back to do some paperwork after a festival date with Idril when he sees the smoke* *takes off running towards it*

Nuala: *coughing from the smoke as she tries to pick up what she can, things that aren't burning, anything she can carry*

Gelgannel: *sees the shop pouring smoke and flames starting to lick up higher and can hear Kak screaming inside*

Gelgannel: *runs in to find the screaming*

Nuala: *cut off from the door by flaming, fallen clothes racks, she leans against the counter, struggling to breathe with a rag over her mouth to block the fumes*

Kak: *not doing so great, little bird lungs*

Gelgannel: *spots them in the smoke, grabs and carries out*

Other People: *have spotted the smoke and are bringing water*

Nuala: *weeping and trying to grab just a few more things when Gel snatches her up. At least he got Kak, too. Outside, all she can do is cough and wheeze, trying to get the smoke out of her lungs.*

Gelgannel: *gets her away from the billowing smoke as her store is destroyed*

Kak: *gasping for air*

Nuala: *would pet Kak, but her fingers are singed and red. She wants to scream but she can't, and she feels weak from nearly asphyxiating*

Gelgannel: someone get the healers!

Nuala: *finally loses consciousness, going completely limp in Gel's arms*