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Main Beach This long stretch of white sandy beach is one of the main gathering spots at Ista Hold. A large uprooted tree, felled in the big storm, makes for a great bench, for people or firelizards alike. To the east, the crystal blue waters of the Hold cove roll up in gentle waves onto the beach, hissing softly as they ebb and flow. To the south, Ista Hold juts out of the cliff. Just west of here, a low bluff leads up to the grassy field that serves as the Hold's main gather grounds. Beaches stretch away to the north and south. It is a spring noon. In the Hold Courtyard, you see Hoth. To the southeast, you see one person. Curled up in the sand are fifteen firelizards. You see Gossip Drudge here. Niara, Ishem, Elas, and Anjula are here. Obvious exits: Shallows Steep Trail Gather Meadow Courtyard Dolphinhall

Anjula smiles that oh so sweet smile. "I thought you'd be in the workshop, but I went in and it was empty. So ...," she pauses then looks down at Niara and asks bluntly, "is that your child?"

Liesana nods at Anjula's comment. "Yes. That's my fosterling, Niara." she intones precisely. You wouldn't hurt a lady while her kid's around, would you? Not that Anjula's actually made any threats, but she's angry about something, and she's looking for Liesana. And that is a Bad Thing. Elas is given a wave and a slightly wan grin.

Niara peeks up from the sand which she has ever-so-intently working to glance around at the gathering, giving the Anjula lady a beatific beam. Couldn't hurt Mummsies case-whatever it may be.

Anjula looks away from the girl and back to Lies. "So, anyway, Kryz is gone, huh? What a pity. And here I came because he wrote all excited about his promotion." She puts on a fake pouting face that quickly gets pushed aside. "Well, when you get some time, I'd like to talk to you. No reason to head back after coming all this way for nothing," and for some reason this sounds more like a threat then a friendly invite.

Elas notes the tone in Anjula's voice for later and moves to stand next to Liesana.

Liesana swallows quietly. This is not good. A grateful glance at Elas. See, scary Guard-lady? I've got a mentee. So nyah!! Or something like that, anyways. Instead, she merely offers furthur pleasantries. "No... no, I suppose not. Yes, I suppose I have some spare time... What did you want to talk about?" Urk.

Niara simply goes back to building a /beeeeuuuutiful/ sancastle fer her Mummy. Or something like that. One would notice, though, that she mearely keeps scooping the sand into a pile then smoothing it out. Over and over again. Many times. Many, /many/ times.

Anjula chuckles. "Oh, there's /so/ much to catch up on," she says. "I haven't seen you since you and Kryz presented your porjects." And once again she goes back to the topic of Kryz. "You would not guess the rumors that are flying around all over this place," she changes the topic once again, or has she really? She then looks to the Appy and asks, "And who's this?"

Elas bows his head to the Guard Lady. "Apprentice Elas, at your service."

Liesana winces internally. Oh. Great. Just the topic she /didn't/ want to discuss with Anjula. Who's been known to be, shall we say... overprotective of Kryz? "Rumours?" she presses on in her innocent tone of voice. "And what would those be? Incidentally, there's usually very little truth in them." Remember that. Please?

Anjula crosses her arms as a stern look covers her face. "u....huh," she says in a non-convinced tone. "Why so protective then?" she asks then adds, "Are you sure you want to start this conversation in front of your apprentice and fosterling?"

At the sound of her name...or something close, Niara looks up, beaming sweetly. "Mummy can say anythin' in fronta me." Yeah right...but she's a little snoop and this sounds good.

Liesana arches a single eyebrow, and comments blithely that "I'm hardly the one that's being protective, Anjula." Now that the war has been formally declared, Liesana organizes her battle plans. Never start an argument with a Law-type. But nonetheless, Liesana shifts her right calve slightly, reassuring herself the her throwing knife is, in fact, tucked into her boot. Although she most likely won't need it.

Elas smiles at the Guard Lady. "Unlike others of my rank, I don't gossip." Is that....Pride in his eyes?

Anjula shoots a glare at Elas and says "Well pin a rose on your nose," and rolls her eyes. "Look, Liesana. I heard rumors and I /know/ they're not true. That's what disappoints me. You're so slow, girl! I can't keep threatening people like Kazyndra for the rest of my life to keep that idiot safe. For all I know there are women throwing themselves on him up there at that Weyr. I'd feel /so/ much safer if I know he would be saying, 'I'm sorry, I already have someone'.

Niara cocks a quizzical eye as visions of women literally throwing themselves on some guy fill her head. Adults! but she feels the tension in the air and clambers to her feet, back away just a little ways, her hands balling up into tiny fists, ready to protect her Mummy from all meanies!

Liesana blinks. And blinks. And then blinks some more, just for the heck of it. "What? You mean you /want/ me to go with him?!?!?" This is a change. But she's soon back on her mental balance. "I suppose I can see your point, however. Kryz is certainly far from ugly, and he's easy meat for some of those greenriders. But you know as well as I do that he'd very likely die if I broached the subject." Liesana's own feelings for the Hall's latest Journeyman are very carefully kept to herself.

Anjula laughs, "Calm down. All of you look like I'm going to kill someone. I just came for a friendly chat....which I will finish later," she says before heading back to the hold. "I'll be staying here a while," she calls back before disappearing.

Elas looks confused for a moment, but stands down after she leaves. "Then the rumors that you like Kryz are true, Lies?"

Liesana raises a hand in the air. "I did /not/ say that. Anjula was the one who said that! Kryz and I are friends!" Only that, and nothing more... And is the explanation starting to wear just a little thin now? A flash from Liesana's eyes dares them to question it.

Branwyth> Sasha steps out from the Weyr's living caverns. Niara bounds forward, throwing her arms around Liesana. "I'm glad! I don' wanna share ya with /anyone/!" she says, all childish trust and innocence.

Elas laughs, "Whatever you say, Liesana." He know the truth now, though. Lies wouldn't be so defensive if he was wrong. "I noticed you flexed your calf back there.... Checking on a knife or something?"

Liesana takes the change of subject, and runs with it, hand slipping down to her boot, and removing a small throwing knife with an intricately carved handle of ebony-wood. "That I was... My father gave this to me as a turnday present when I was 13. We were heading out Bitra way, and I was starting to develop a few female charms, and he taught me to use it well enough to get a few over-amournous gents to keep their paws to themselves. It was the last trip we ever went on." Mentioning the death of parents is a sure way of keeping the topic of romance from returning. Right?

Elas chuckles. "Well, You've got yours out, might as well show you mine...."

Niara eyes turn shiny as the knife passes before her. "Miz Arikiel had a buncha knives...but none as pretty," she murmers admiringly. "Do you throw it at people all the time, too?"

Liesana coughs at that question, and then chuckles loudly. "Ah no, Niara. That I don't... Harpers are supposed to /stop/ fights, not start 'em." Although it can be awfully fun to finish what someone's already started...

Elas nods at Liesana's comment. "I just don't feel comfortable without my knives."

Niara shrugs slightly. "oh...Are smith's supposed ta, then?" she queries lightly, her arms flexing slightly as she hangs on Liesana's back. "'cause her 'n Mister Evan sure liked ta throw them around alot."

Liesana chuckles again, and shakes her head. "Ah no... Smiths aren't supposed to fight, either. But as for Arakiel and Master Evan... I think that's they're way of showing that they love each other?" As good an explanation as any for the mild insanity that is Smith Hall.

Elas chuckles at Lies before removing the knives from their holsters under his tunic and setting those on the ground in front of him before pulling another four out of his boots. He then goes on to the knives strapped to his biceps, calves, waist, and finnaly reaching behind his head to pull the last five from their holsters on his back. All counted and checked, he has 30 knives made specifically for fighting, all with slightly curved blades and handles made out of stone, with a layer of silver for decorative purposes.

Niara merely nods in response, sighing lightly and resting her head against her Mummsies back. "I'm awful tired, Mummy" she murmers, looking for sympathy as she eyes the shiny blades Elas has produced.

Liesana's eyebrows arch again as she watches her mentee divest himself of his rather formidable arsenal. Picking up Niara, and snuggling her in her arms, she comments dryly that "Just don't let Kurt catch you with those... He nearly died when he head about my /single/ knife. Preparing for an attack by raiders?"

Elas grins innocently at Liesana. Then makes sure she sees that each blade is marked with the sigil of a band of Holdless that once plagued the mainland's smaller holds. "Nope. Bout 6 Turns ago, I was one. Never hurt anyone, and I was always the one against taking live cattle... Eventually got kicked out because I wouldn't kill ann innocent child."

Niara shivers slightly, her eyes wide. "People would kill kidlets?" she whispers, snuggling closer to Liesana. "Why?"

Liesana smiles, and snuggles Niara. "Witnesses." she intones simply. "And there are some people who are so desperate that taking another person's life, despite their age, ceases to have any meaning for them." She eyes the knives again, and notes to Elas that "You might want to keep those out of sight... some folks are still looking for that band. But, Niara, pet, No-one is going to hurt you while I'm around, and you're looking awfully tired. How about I take you back to our room for a nap, eh?"

Elas mentally bangs his head on a wall. "Well, if they come to me asking questions, I can tell them where the hideouts used to be."

Niara squirms slightly, a protesting "nooo..." almost not making it out of her mouth as she settles herself against Liesana's shoulder. She's not going to make any trouble.

Liesana shrugs. "That would work as well. But it would probably be easier to take a hot brand and remove those symbols. But, as a Harper, I trust that you'd find other solutions than knives, whenever possible?" A smile assures him that she does, and then she shoulders Niara, and heads off homewards. "Take care, Elas, and let me know if you see Anjula inbound again." So she didn't get killed this time. Doesn't mean there's not a next...

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