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The place, the Main Beach of Ista Hold.  The scene...  Read it and find out.

Liesana, about to make some equally philosophical response to Mathis, suddenly has all things orderly jolted from her mind by the Return of Anjula.  Eeeek! But then a flicker of something suspiciously like irritation crosses her face. "/I've/ gone and done it?!?!? What about the person who dropped such a large sack of tunnelsnakes in my lap in front of my fosterling? If you hadn't said what you said where Niara could hear you saying it, she'd never have told Kryz flat-out, and we'd not be in this predicament! Haven't you ever heard of subtlety?!?" she rants, the young woman clearly at the end of a rather frayed rope.

Anjula lets out a laugh. "I have no idea what you're even talking about," admits the guard. "I suppose things didn't go as you planned?" she asks before her expression turns back to the angry one of earlier. "Anyway, I'm mad at you for leaving me here! I heard you went up to Reaches twice and didn't mention it to me either time!" She places her hands on her hips and waits for an excuse, her gaze only on Lies. Lucky Mathis is being ignored for the time.

Mathis chokes as he stifles his chuckle, and ducks as though lowering his head would make him invisible to the raging moods of the two women. Though his work is cut out for him as a spectator...

Liesana rolls her eyes. "You could say that... Having your fosterling blurt out both the fact that you and a certain artist ought to be keeping company, and that you've been thinking about him rather a lot lately pretty much destroys any chance for breaking the fact gently. But as for my trips to 'Reaches, they were on official Harper business, and I quite frankly didn't have time to track you down." Time, or the inclination to do so... take your pick.

Anjula flicks her hair back with a slight swing of her head as she eyes the Harper Journeywoman. "Oh.... so you messed it all up, huh?" she asks. "I knew you would! That's why I wanted to go with you. To pound some sense into that idiot." She makes a fist and hits it against her other hand. She then lets out a sigh and says, "Oh well... guess there's nothing I can do now."

Liesana rolls her eyes, and comments dryly "Frankly, Anjula, I think you've done /quite/ enough..." Things were perfectly fine while Lies and Kryz were friends. 'Only that, and nothing more.' "But as for messing it up... The damage is quite reparable. We came to the mutual conclusion that we'd not force things... just see where they led. And then we got plastered together, and I can't remember what happened after that."

Mathis looks up, quite intrigued. "You...and Kryz?" Staring at them for a moment, he manages a nervous grin, and rises, picking up his satchel. "You know, maybe I'd better go..."

Anjula shrugs, "Go ahead and stay for all I care." she says to the appy. "And Liesana, I don't think any of this was my fault. If there's anyone to blame, it's your own self." She sticks her head in the air before Lies's last comment registers. "Wait a minute... what did you say about getting /plastered/?" At this her voice starts to get angry again.

Liesana looks immensely dignified. "After the emotional trauma of the initial incident, Kryz and I went out to the lake up there to talk. We settled things, then returned to discover that his new mentee was busily tying to drown the living caverns in her tears. Which added more stress. After he'd settled her, we left the scene, and Kryz is quite aware that I always carry a flask of something with me. So we got drunk. And I have no idea what went on."

Mathis nods. Eek. "Yeah..." He starts off, and strides only too eagerly down the beach. His usual tendency to eavesdrop is overridden by anxiety. From the looks of it, the guard could probably tear him to pieces. "Women..." he mumbles.

Mathis walks out.

Anjula rolls her eyes, "Oh, well isn't that convenient?" she asks, glaring daggers at Lies. "You know, I was wrong! You are just like all those other girls I chased away before. He doesn't need you either and I'm glad things didn't work out!" she screams.

Liesana arches an eyebrow. She intones very calmly and very coolly "I /didn't/ take advantage of him, if that's what you're thinking. My purpose in life may or may not be to irritate you, but I /do/ have ethics, morals, and I care about my actions towards people close to me. If you think I'd /ever/ do anything intentional to hurt Kryz or lead him astray, then you obviously don't know me as well as you think." This is Liesana on the warpath, affecting an utter and icy disdain for her opponent.

Anjula laughs, "Of course you wouldn't. You're the walking example of how all of us should be, I almost forgot," she mocks. "Convenient you forget everything, or maybe it's that you don't care to share!"

Mynd walks in from the courtyard

"Perhaps... perhaps not. What I do or do not remember is for me to know, and you to wonder about." A slight, glacial smile from Liesana. "As for my shining example, /you/ said it, I did not. I know my limitations as well as the next person, but I also know my strengths, and I'm not afraid to let that fact be known." A trim, precise nod in the direction of Mynd.

Anjula shoots a glare at Liesana before raising her hand and slapping her across the face. Yes, this guard is officially ticked.

Liesana
Almond-shaped eyes of amber aspect glimmer brightly amidst fine and expressive features which show a clear and lively mind at work behind their every move. Crimson-pink lips reflect a vast and shifting range of emotions, from devillish mischief to rare pensive moods. The woman is petite, despite a medium stature of slightly over 16 hands, her weight comes more from trim muscle than any excess fat, for bursting activity ensures that she carries none. But she does lay claim to her share of feminine charms: wavy chestnut hair falls to the small of her back, outlining an hourglass figure with a well-formed, if small breast. Work is no stranger to her, nor good times: gitar-born callouses on her fingertips, and several old scars on her arms, hint that here is one who does nothing half-heartedly.

A loose shirt of peasant styling, and a pair of grey cloth pants provide cool comfort in the warm weather while still warding off any errant chill winds. The shirt is of a soft cotton material, and is pale cream in colour. Embroidered designs of firelizards, green, blue, brown, bronze and gold, chase each other around the lower hem of the shirt, the cuffs, and the square-cut collar. Her hair is pulled back in a french braid, with wisps escaping to hang about her ears, and her feet sport a pair of soft leather boots, dyed black and reaching to mid-calf. Perched comfortably on Liesana's head is Lu-nar, who peers back at you. Tail wrapped loosely around the neck of her human, Angelique perches on Liesana's right shoulder.
A double cord knot, blue and white, with a single loop and a long tail, indicate that the wearer is a Harper Journeyman.
She is awake and looks alert.
Carrying:
Brown Leather Carrysack Charcoal Drawing
Chestnut-Wood Gitar Angelique
Lu-nar 
You notice Liesana gazing upon your form.
Liesana is 22 Turns and 11 days old.

Anjula
The woman before you is tall and medium built. Her hair reaches just past her hips and is honey blonde. The golden locks fall around her not quiet in curles but waves. Her bangs are roughly cut to eye level. Beneath them her eyes shine a soft brown, unless she is extremely annoyed, which happens rather often. Across the palm of her left hand is scar reaching from one side to the other marking an important event shell never forget.

Loose brown pants cover Anjula's legs and are neatly tucked into her knee high boots. A peasent style blouse covers her top pulled down far enough to show her shoulders. A maroon vest is over it, laced tightly to the shape of her body. A pair of large gold hoops hang from her ears.
Anjula wears the knot of a Guard Recruit.
She is awake and looks alert.
Anjula is 23 Turns, 3 months, and 25 days old.

Quiet little footsteps in the sand are what preceed Mynd, a hide held in hand and a writing stick as well, blue-violet gaze focused on something he's apparantly scribbling down, though having a hard time doing this while walking, since feathery bangs keep falling into his face. Head lifts a little though at voices, recognizing that of Liesana. Of course, he looks in time to see a rather shocking... slap? Eyes grow round. Gasp!

Liesana takes the slap without flinching, the only change is a hardening of her expression to become even more icy. Her chin tilts upwards and it is with razor's kiss politeness that she intones. "Violence is clearly the last refuge of the incompetent, but be that as it may, don't strike me again. Now, shall we discuss this like two civilized members of society, or will this degenerate into a brawl? I'm /sure/" A wicked pause. "That your superiors would be interested in hearing, if it did."

Anjula screams out, "there's nothing left to talk about here!" A glare is shot back to the appy that's just appeared before she turns and storms off towards the hold.

Anjula walks off the beach towards the courtyard.

Mynd just blinks, lashes fluttering over his eyes in quick succession. Writing stick is held tightly in his hand, though he's careful not to harm the hide he'd been writing on with the other. He watches Anjula storm off with a slight shuffle away from the woman, before inching towards Liesana. "Are you alright?"

Liesana reaches up a hand to rub at the rapidly-rising red mark on her cheek, an arched eyebrow and a quirky grin replacing the glacial cast her features had assumed. "Oh, just fine. Although I'll be feeling it tomorrow... But I think getting slapped was quite a good trade-off for resolving a rather tense situation. She could've done a lot worse." Plus, it's actually quite a lot of fun getting folks to snap through politeness.

Mynd tilts his head to the side a little bit, still a worried look across his face as he watches the red mark appear on the Journeyman. Brows are arched upward in concern. "Are you sure? She she really shouldn't have slapped you..there's no need for violence.."

Liesana chuckles. "Ah, Mynd. You don't know Anjula like I do... The way I was treating her, I was lucky to get off with a slap. But you see, she's most likely going to run off and tell Journeyman Kryz terrible stories about me." If that's not what she's already doing. "But you see, since /she/ was the one who hit /me/, it gives me a much better appearance, and will tend to discredit whatever she tells him." A grin. "Complex, I know, but it's one of the things I specialize in."

Mynd still looks a little confused, but nods, quickly rolling the piece of hide he'd been writing on. "Alright.." He still doesn't like it much though. Nope.

Liesana chuckles. "Don't look so worried, lad..." He reminds her more than a little of some poor, lost canine puppy. "I've done this sort of thing quite a few times in my life. Learning how to appear terribly cool and controlled during an argument is a valuable skill." Liesana slips slightly into lesson-mode. "It off-balances the opponent, makes them angry. Angry people don't think clearly, and often give things away that they otherwise would not."

Mynd nods a little again. "I see.." He doesn't like violence though. Can't help that. "Well..you know what you're doing I suppose." He smiles again, finally able to brush feather pale bangs from his eyes now that he has one hand free.

Liesana twinkles. "I certainly hope so... but if she returns with a band of cronies to finish me off... don't feel that you have to stay a bystander." For all Lies' training in diplomacy, she's still got the love of a good fight that seems to be instilled in those growing up in Herding holds like Keroon.

Mynd blinks. Him? Fight? The pale, frail-looking boy from Telgar? He'd be more likely to be seen running off to find someone to help than actually helping out in a fight. 

"Either that, or you can run and call in re-enforcements." amends Liesana, spotting the boy's distaste for her prior suggestion.  But tell me, how are you settling in to the Hall?" 

Mynd smiles a little hesitantly, faint pink flush crossing over his cheeks as Liesana voices pretty much his exact thoughts. Yes. That's just what he'd to. He can run. He's good at that, definately. "Oh..I'm settling fine, everyone that I've met has been quite kind to me.."

Mynd giggles for a moment, pale lips pulled into a smile as he nods, feathered bangs once again falling into his eyes. "It's going well..I'm still getting used to it, really." He briefly glances at the hide rolled in his hand. "I did..sort of..try and write something..but.."

Liesana looks intrigued. "May I take a look?" she inquires kindly. "I'm sure it's probably a good bit better than /my/ first creative efforts." Writing histories, she can do that. Arguing in a law court, she can do that. Writing fun, simple little ballads, she can do that, too. But anything more challenging than that, she has difficulty with. But who needs a Hall full of symphonic composers?

Mynd looks at the hide a little longer, then hesitantly holds it out to Liesana, figiting somewhat. "Okay.."

Mynd hands you Dance the Stars.

Shimmering in the darkness, the stars burn with loving glow
To shine upon the land around, and all so far below.
Yet within the shadows of this nighttime world
A new star forms, with wings unfurled.

Fly high into the darkest sky
Dance the stars, and bring the sun
To a world ensnared in the moon's delight
A beacon above, one guiding light.

A glowing star of emerald rises up in the depths of the dark
Answering the call, her heart aflame, in a dance she must take part
Around the dancers fly, each calling for the star
'Dance with me' they call her, share the warmth of your light.

Fly high into the darkest sky
Dance the stars, and bring the sun
To a world ensnared in the moon's delight
A beacon above, one guiding light.

The dancers chosen, the waltz begins, a spiral of emerald and blue
And down to the ground they fall, trapped in their duet of passion's hue
With the coming dawn, the star does fade, at peace with all around.
A calming scene, a blue with his green, asleep upon the ground.

Fly high into the darkest sky
Dance the stars, and bring the sun
To a world ensnared in the moon's delight
A beacon above, one guiding light.
(You finish reading.)

Liesana reads the verses, and smiles softly as the images conjured by them flash through her mind. "It's lovely, Mynd. You have a real gift for poetic imagery..."

Mynd goes home.

Liesana nods as Mynd disappears, apparently shy of praise, and then returns to her musings. But this time they take the form of what Anjula's next move will be, and how she'll combat it. Odd how females can move from friends to open adversaries over something as simple as a man.

Anjula walks in from the courtyard.

Anjula walks out, not looking at Liesana at all. In her hand in a rolled up hide. She called out very sternly, "Lu-nar, come here!" waiting for the flit to respond.

Porkins suddenly disappears ::between::!

Lu-nar leaves his spot on your head and glides with grace into the air.
Lu-nar lets out a slight hiss. He was told to stay with Lies-pet, but Anjula sounds mad, and this flit is smart enough to know not to mess with an angry Anjula. He launches from the nest he made in Lies's hair and flutters over to the guard.

Liesana has had a very successful session of plotting and counter-plotting, and is now quite comfortably sure of anticipating and reacting to Anjula's next move. Spotting the hide, she offers a queenly smile, one marred slightly by the forming, hand-shaped bruise across one cheek. Ah... the poisonous letter. "Planning on telling him that you retract your endorsement?" she inquires archly. "You know, if I'm such a terrible person, do you think Lu-nar would have continued to keep me company?"

Anjula ignores Liesana and just goes on doing her buisness of giving the flit the letter. "Give this to Kryz and no one else," she says before patting the flit and giving it a meatroll brought to bribe the flit into cooperating.

Liesana merely watches the proceedings, a bemused look on her face. Now the only question left to her is what Kryz's response will be. And then she'll set her counter-strike into action. She reaches up one slim hand to gingerly touch the forming bruise. And then she adds another point to her side of the list. Perhaps personally visiting Kryz would solve the problem. But how to explain a trip to 'Reaches to the even-higher-ups. Ah, there's the rub.

Anjula watches with a smug expression as Lu-nar takes off. She then shoots daggers at Liesana with a nasty glare that seems to say 'Haha! I won.'

Liesana arches an eyebrow and offers Anjula a beatific expression. Do you really think you can stop me? Kryz and I are joined by the bonds of love. And you cannot track that, not with a thousand bloodhounds, and you cannot break them, not with a thousand swords... Whoops! This ain't The Princess Bride, it's Pern. So we'll settle for a simple smile reading. "We'll see."

Anjula just stands there awaiting the response, never once did the thought occur to her that Kryz might not drop everything that he's doing to respond. She crosses her arms and throws her head to the opposite direction of Liesana, her nose pointing towards the sky.

Liesana gives a ringing chuckle, as it occurs to her just how absurd the situation is getting. But still she keeps her own counsel, silently producing a stack of quizzes to mark, and starting work on them, quite happy to let Anjula make the next move, antagonistic or no.  However, she dislikes having sand blown into her inkwell, and decides to head inwards. "I'll... see you around... Anjula!" she calls blithely.

Liesana goes home.

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