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Harper's Tale - Monday, August 12, 2002, 8:08 PM
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Main Hall and Ballroom
The calm beauty of the ballroom has been violently disrupted. A heavy layer of rock and plaster dust covers exposed surfaces, with motes of it hanging in the air and choking the lungs. The many murals are chipped, paint flakes shook loose and fallen to join the detrius on the ground, while the airy arch of the ceiling beyond the cover of the balcony is mocked by the shattered ruins of the curved staircase now lying in ruined and jagged heaps on the cracked marble of the mosaic'd floor.
In the rehearsal hall, you see one person.
Watching from a bit of artistically carved lintel are seven firelizards.
You see Leyte here.
Obvious exits:
Artist's Workshop     Archive Vault     Harper Office     Harper Classroom     Shainman Rehearsal Hall     Great Hall     Instrument Workshop     Curving Stairways

Jerad slowly ambles in through an arch from the great hall.

From the balcony above, Qovin walks in from the Dormitory Lounge.

Liesana is standing in the middle of the shattered ballroom, a hand posted on a hip and the other one scratching thoughtfully at her head as she surveys the staircase. "Oh shards..." the master can be heard muttering. "It'll be nice when the Smiths get down their list to us."

Entering the harper ballroom, Journeyman Jarak and senior apprentice Jerad enter the room, huffing and puffing slightly. Being large smiths, moving their bulky bodies takes some effort. "We came as fast as we could *gasp* Master Liesana." Jarak puffs as he speaks. Taking an extra moment to try to catch his breath, "The balcony, I gather that is the problem?" he inquires.

From the balcony above, Qovin walks slowly to the doorway(not yet out on the balcony) and peeks down. Master liesana and some people he doesn't know. 'maybe its the smith' he thinks. he figures he better just wait here. at least its better thant what they are doing back in the lounges..

Liesana offers a wry smile, but one that turns vastly relieved as she turns and identifies the Smiths. "Actually, it's more the lack of a staircase... but yes, the balcony. I and the Hall thank you very much for coming. We've no serious injuries upstairs, but the folks /would/ like to get down. We're just worried about the balcony sagging so..."

Jerad whistles as he looks at the ruined starcase. He looks around but stays close to the journeyman in case he is needed.

Janicka walks in from the Shainman Rehearsal Hall.

Jarak walks closer to the suspended balcony and peers upwards, studying the supports as well as the condition of the balcony floor itself. "Hmmmm,....uh-huh........hmmm" he murmurs as we walks around lost in thought. Jerad, noticing that introductions were never made, quietly tells the master "That is Journeyman Jarak, your in good hands Master."

"Thank you, Jerad," replies Liesana, smiling slightly, if distinctly tiredly, but grateful for the introduction. Harpers must, after all, remain good hosts, even under trying and tiring circumstances. That, and it's a blessed relief to have Smiths about. "Master Liesana," she introduces herself to the older Smith. "Normally posted to Smith Hall, so you might have seen me about... What can you tell me about our balcony?"

Janicka walks in, the embodiment of depression itself. Glancing sadly at the ruined murals, she steps around rubble and else on the ground. She looks up to see Lies and a couple others beneath the balcony where Qovin is. " 'allo!" she calls tiredly. "What's going on?"

With a quick glance to Jerad, the journeyman smith simply frowns, conveying his thoughts almost telepathically to his apprentice. Hardly telepathic, Jerad understands the look immediately, "I'm afraid you must all step back. Step back please." the burly smith apprentice says as he holds up his hands out to his sides and steps forward. "This area is not safe, Journeyman Jarak insists that if you must be here, you must stand along the opposite wall. You too Master Liesana." Jerad says somewhat forcefully as his desire to keep everyone safe outweighing the need for curtesy due to rank.

From the balcony above, Qovin sends byron down since he doesn't feel up to talking. the note says 'I think they got a smith or 2 down to check the balcony.' he gulps.

Ylisa walks in from the Shainman Rehearsal Hall.

Liesana gulps, her eyes enlarging quite perceptibly. They've been hanging about the balcony all day, and it's unsafe? Ulp. "You heard the Smiths." the Harper Master voices, lifting her tone /just/ enough to carry. "Everyone down here get your backs to the east wall, everyone upstairs, get back in the dorm." And, setting a good example, the master skitters backwards.

From the balcony above, Qovin steps back 3 steps since he was in the /doorway/ and gulps again. he looks down and sighs. great. i coulda hurt myself earlier. oh well, least i didn't.

Janicka looks around in alarm, and heads for the wall. As she nears the master she smiles in a comforting way. She turns to watch the balcony hall. "Hhmmm..." can be heard.

Ylisa walks in from the Rehearsal Hall just in time to hear Liesana's instruction, and rapidly scoots for the wall. "Something's going to come down? Not again!"

Jarak finally comes back from his thoughts to hear the master's voice. "Well, it won't collapse completely but chunks of the marble could easily fall. See those cracks?" the smith asks of the harper master. As he talks to the harper, as if on cue, an armslength piece of marble comes crashing down. With an amused grin, "See? That was the only large piece in danger, but we could still see smaller shards fall. And if another tremor hits? The whole thing could come down. We need to get your folks down as soon as possible." Jarak explains.

"Shh," motions Liesana to the Harper apprentices, cueing them to silence so that she can focus on the Smith's report, brow furrowed in furious thought, wincing at the chunk of falling rock. "Oh wonderful... So, ah, what's the best way of evacuating, do you feel?" she asks next.

Jarak shrugs, "Well, if you ask me, I'd take them out the windows. You could probably use a ladder off the balcony but why risk it? Besides, we don't want apprentices getting hysterical....they'd might have trouble standing still."

From the balcony above, Qovin perks his ears as liesana talks, but not saying anything himself. he hopes they can get him down soon. he gulps and wipes sweat off his head. 'too true' he thinks after jarak talks again.

Janicka winces as the piece of marble falls to the ground. "I hope another tremor doesn't hit..." She whispers to herself as not to upset Liesana. Her face pales as she thinks of the injuries that could have caused, were there any appies on the balcony just then.

Dust, lots of white dust floats down slowly from the balcony as a lone apprentice walks over the balcony. Hearing the sounds of dust and marble fragments fall, the young lad yelps and scurries back to the male dorms.

After the last few days, Ylisa is past being rattled by anything other than a major collapse. She eyes the ceiling to see if anything else is about to descend, but stays put against the wall rather than trying to retreat to whence she came. Dani is less sanguine about falling masonry: he launches himself from Ylisa's shoulder and vanishes.

From the balcony above, Qovin sighs and helps the appie that comes running back by grabbing his arm and almost throwing him back before he kneels and says almost in a whisper "you okay?" he sighs as the apprentice nods and crawls back further in the dorm, as though the part qov is falling in will crash down.

Illia walks in through an arch from the great hall.
Illia enters at a jog and slides to a halt on the gritty floor. She seems to have enjoyed that because she's fairly beaming. A small head bob is made to Liesana in recognition of her rank.

Liesana offers a tired smirk to Jarak as a thought occurs to her. "The smaller apprentices could handle being evacuated out a window fairly well... but apprentices aren't the only ones up there, and some of them are too big to fit through the small windoes we have on the second floor. It might be amusing to get them stuck, but..." A shrug. "Perhaps we should run both the ladder here and at a window. Where would be the most secure place to brace the ladder? What should we watch for, in terms of overloading?"

Drogo walks in.

From the balcony above, Qovin looks down and listens fairly well since he has good hearing. 'i think i know a place but i can't say anything'...

"Hmms, yes two exits. Good questions as well Liesana, are you sure you don't want to become a smith?" Jarak says with a moment of brevity. Pointing towards the wall, just beside the end of the balcony, "I'd suggest we clear out some of the rubble and place the ladder leaning on the wall, The wall seems safer than the balcony itself. Make your harpers step out and grab on to the ladder."

Illia is fairly dancing about wanting to speak to the master but isn't sure about interrupting what looks like important work. So she waits......

Liesana chuckles a brief moment at that, passing a hand before her eyes. "Quite sure, Jarak, although I can't be sure that some of Smith Hall hasn't rubbed off on me." she quips, before eyeing the wall and the proposed ladder-location critically. "Would just leaning it be /safe/, then? If people are to be stepping out and flailing for the ladder?"

Ylisa notices Illia's rapid entry, and calls urgently, "Stay by the wall, Illia - we need to keep clear of the balcony." Then she turns back to watching and listening, interest and concern mingled on her face, and scans the remains of the balcony to see who's visible up there.

Avarok walks in through an arch from the great hall.

"You! Get your back against the wall!" Orders Liesana of the new arrival to the ballroom that is Avarok. "There's a danger of collapse."

Avarok gets back against the wall as he was commanded. He is surprised to hear there might be a colapse...

"It depends on the length of ladder, if it is tall enough, leaning against the wall with Jerad and I holding the bottom should be fine. It would be right next to the balcony so the harpers aren't going to be leaning out that much. Leaning it upon the balcony would put more stress on the structure and more stress is not what we want at this point." Jarak says explaining why the ladder should not lean upon the balcony.

Avarok looks to everyone, a bit embarased "Sorry I came in at such a bad time. Is there any way that I can help?"

Liesana smiles slightly as the resident obeys, more 'Ah, good he's safe' than 'Ahhh... /power/.'. The Harper Master then turns her attention back to Jarak with a solemn nod. "Right, then. Qovin," she calls up, having spotted the lurking apprentice. "Go tell Journeyman Jeranium up there to ready the lighter, smaller, or more timid apprentices to be taken out the window, and the taller or braver apprentices to be ready to come down over here in small groups of..." A querying glance to the Smith.

From the balcony above, Qovin hasitly writes that down and gets ready to bolt to the jman.

Ellora walks in through an arch from the great hall.

"You... just keep out of the way, and do what the Smiths ask of you, if they ask anything," Liesana tacks on to Avarok. "Ah, Harper Master Liesana, by the way."

Avarok nods to Liesana and leans against the wall, watching the ceiling with an alert glance all the while.

Sudanna walks in through an arch from the great hall.

Jerad and Jarak begin clearing the rubble on the ballroom floor. After enough area was clear, they raise the ladder which was brought in only moments ago by several drudges and harper apprentices. With the smith apprentice using his bulk as leverage, they raise the ladder easily. Jarak carefully guides the ladder so that it leans gently along the wall. With both smiths holding the base of the ladder, Jarak nods to Liesana "Okay, bring them down."

From the balcony above, Qovin comes back after giving the note to the jman and comes back.

Slight rumbles of stone echo up from the shattered ballroom, sounds of Smiths at work.

Illia tries to catch the master harper's eye then gives up and leans against the wall with Averok.

From the balcony above, Qovin (fixeds pose) comes back and hasn't got the note anymore. jman got it and is coming. he waits and gulps nerviously.

Illia waves to Qovin.

Sudanna is busy preparing a safe spot for various and sundry healing materials... several tins of numbweed, a now precious bottle of redwort and bandages, lots of those. She even grabbed some mosstea, and a set of splints. One enver knows in these times what a healer may need. Gut and needles are also laid carefully aside the other items.

Ellora shuffles in behind the Sr. Journeywoman, her small arms carrying whatever she could grab in Sudanna's wake. She sets it down among the other things, smiling shyly at the older woman. The stranded Harpers catch her eye and she straightens to look up at them and consider their precarious position.

Liesana is rather too busy glancing around and seeing that everyone is keeping back against the wall as ordered to pay attention to individual attempts to catch her eye. One would have far better luck just addressing her, in her current sleep deprived state. "Oh, Sudanna," she greets the new arrival. "Preternatual timeing, we're just getting the ones upstairs down... ah, would you mind moving back against the wall out of range?" she queries, before focus drifts over to the Smiths again. "Yes, right then." she agrees, before breaking her own rule and stepping a little closer to the middle of the ballroom so that those upstairs can hear her. "Right, move out then, apprentices. Single file, stop and stand /still/ if anything... odd... happens." Love those technical terms, eh? The normally laid-back master is sounding quite the drill seargent at the moment.

Ylisa edges along the wall until she's next to Liesana. "Much as I'd like to see this, I guess all those folk are going to be joining the rest of us in the Rehearsal Hall, and some of them are going to want to rest after this. I'll go and get some space cleared and rustle up more blankets, if that's OK."

From the balcony above, Torkenz bounds in from the Dormitory Lounge.

Jerad, not waiting for the ranking smith, blurts out "Don't have too many on the balcony." Best to come one at a time from the hallway then accidentally overload the balcony. Not so much that he fears for the harpers but he is right below and the thought of tons of marble falling on his head worries him a bit.

From the balcony above, Qovin gulps and goes first as ordered by the jman. he starts to walk towards the ladder and gets 1/3 the way down before slipping and falling hard onto the ground and a *Crack* is heard. he looks at his leg, groans, and passes out. ouchies. but its not his spine that broke. its a leg.

Sudanna nods to the master harper and motions to Ellora to join her against the aforementioned wall. "I had heard something about the harpers clearing the area. I thought.. just in case.." She is too used to the 'in case' scenerio since the meteor strike. Then she jumps into quiet action, she's a bonehealer, she /knows/ that sound. Just waiting for everyone else to clear the area...

Ellora scoots back against the wall beside Sudanna, folding her hands in front of her, her overlarge healer's robe dangling past her wrists. She winces at the crack. She only knows that it sounded painful. Still, taking her cue from the more experienced healer, she remains in place.

Illia jumps at the sound of the impact and just stares at Qovin. Her mouth opens but nothing seems to be coming out.

Journeyman Jarak attempted to snatch the falling harper but missed miserably. As the leg broke, all he could do is wince. With a quick glance to Jerad, he kneels down to the harper before looking out to the healers. "No one else come down" he yells up as he motions the healers forward. "If you can move him to the wall, that would help but if not, work on him here. It's safe enough for now if there are no more tremors and if Liesana keeps her harpers off the balcony." he says calmly.

Qovin groans as he wakes. he blinks at his leg and almost certainly looks green. he manages to keep it in but just faints instead.

Avarok is in shock as he had never seen anything fall from that far up. He closes his eyes, and takes a deep breath, wondering if Qovin will be ok.

Liesana winces at the sound of the crack, no bonehealer but having broken a few of her own limbs. A quiet "Oh /shards/, not again," escapes from the Master, memories of a broken Mynd of a few days back resurfacing. Looking concerned, the Harper moves forwards a bit, slowly and expecting a recall from the Smith Journeyman at any time. A sigh. "You heard the fellow. Back again, everyone. Slowly. Qovin will be fine, I'm sure." she addresses the balcony.

Sudanna says, "We can stabilise the leg here, then get him to the infirmary for permanent work." As she moves forward, she grabs the numbweed and splints.. "Apprentice Ellora, bring the bandages, please." She is all business and ready to work. "Now, young man, what I am going to do will hurt. But let's numbweed first and see how much we can minimise this, alright?"

Illia looks at Ylisa with a sigh, "You want some help getting the bedding together?" she asks hopefully.

Ellora shoves her sleeves up past her elbows, though as soon as she reaches for the floor they slip forth again, slowly but surely. With a wrinkle of her nose, she gives them one last shove, then snatches up the ordered bandages and shuffles up beside Sudanna once more. She kneels, holding the cloth at the ready.

The smiths stand up and back away from the injured harper and the healers yet they stay close enough to keep their hands on ladder ensuring that it doesn't accidentally come crashing down.

Qovin groans and wakes. "Huh? ow..my leg hurts. what happened?" apparently the fall made him lose a tad bit of memory

Ylisa echoes Liesana's cry of "Not again," then, as she sees that Qovin is OK, turns to Illia. "Sure!" She heads back to the Rehearsal Hall, keeping very close to the wall.

Illia follows Ylisa out with one last look over her shoulder and a wince.

Ylisa walks into the rehearsal hall.
Illia walks into the rehearsal hall.

Sudanna says, "Easy there, often a person doesn't remember an accident. You fell off the balconey. Now, don't move your leg, let me maniuplate it. My nmae is Danna and I'm in Healer Hall. How's your head?" Following his eyes and watching his color as she speaks to him in that patented calm 'Danna-as-healer-voice'. "Anything hurt beside the leg?"

Qovin blinks and shakes his head. "okay..my head doesn't hurt and i think its only the leg." he blinks and looks at his leg. "oh my..*GLURG*" he goes green and puts a hand to his mouth while putting his arm over his eyes and laying down.

Janicka watches all with a very pale face. Fighting against wanting to run over to her harper friend, and staying on Lies's good side, she groans as she sees the leg break. "Oh no, oh no." In her head she urges Sudanna to relieve his pain quickly...

Ellora smiles down at Qovin, attempting to radiate peace and warmth. She lets Sudanna do all the talking, taking the time to study the Sr. Journeyman's manner.

"Shh, Janicka, he'll be all right," murmurs Liesana to the apprentice beside her, before blinking. Apprentice. Beside her. Away from the east wall. She's not familiar enough with the role of martinet to glare, however, instead just shoo'ing Janicka back with a hand gesture, and herself advancing, perhaps foolhardily, closer to the balcony and the Smiths, intent on talking further strategy.

Kirsyn walks in.

Avarok examines the leg, himself from long distance. He squints his eyes while doing so. He sighs and wished he had any idea what was going on over there.
Avarok has disconnected.

Sudanna rinses her hands as lightly as possible in redwort. Just enough to create a barrier for the numbweed. "Alright, what's your name?" She keeps him talking.. "Ellora, why not ask him his name, where he is from.. " You know, keep him awake and lucid. "I'm going to work on the leg now." She cuts away the leggings and esposes the awkwardly-angled right limb.

Qovin wakes and looks up at the ceiling. "huh? my name.. My name is Qovin and i'm a *OW* harper apprentice..." he says past gritted-against-the-pain teeth.

Ellora nods reply, then shifts her weight so that she's in Qovin's line of sight. "Hi," she greets with another of her sweet smiles. "I'm Ellora, but you can call me Lora, or Ello, even." Her voice is somewhat deep, and husky, as though hardly used. "You live here at the Hall?" she asks. Keep him talking. Right.

Kirsyn stumbles out from wherever-she-was, somehow having been asleep moments before lurching into the room. Clutching the fabrics she was working on mending earlier in the morn, Kirsyn peers about the area. "What's happening?" she asks of the room, regaining her balance. And trying to straighten her hair out.

Qovin gulps and says "yeah.." he gulps and closes his eyes and closes them HARD.

Jarak stands with Jerad, holding the ladder and watching the healers work. That was until he heard an odd sound, a quiet groaning. Looking up, he spies the master harper away from the wall, too close to the balcony. "Get back MASTER" he growls before adding "NOW!" But it was too late, another lone chunk, considerably smaller than the last, crashes down firmly upon Liesana brow dropping the harper in an instant. The light shower of marble dust follows covering her bloody scalp with a white snow of marble.

Janicka watches Qovin and his leg after the scolding, until she hears the master walking off. She stands there stricken as she hears the smith's bellows. "Oh no!" she gasps as the marble falls down. Emotionally mixed up, she looks about to cry...

"Qovin. I need you to look at me. Keep your eyes open, okay?" Ellora attempts to soothe the ailing Harper, resting a hand lightly against his shoulder. "You apprentice, or senior?" she asks, not bothering to check for a knot.

Sudanna says, "Okay, there's the break.." gentle hands finding the offending lump. As she speaks, she aplies a generous layer of numbweed, and eases the bone straight. Splints are set to either side and bandages wrapped about the entire leg, holding the boards snug against the offended leg. "Now, I want you taken to the infirmary. Have a Master check you out and then stay there for at least two days. Understand?" As she finishes speaking a cry catches her attention.. "Lies!"

Qovin looks over at the noise and sees liesana on the ground. he gasps and trys to gets himself in a sitting position and trys to see liesana "Apprentice." he says to ellora. he almost shouts "master liesana!"

"Ow...?" is the very eloquent and astute comment from a Liesana who finds herself very suddenly on the floor. A baffled blink, and a curious dab at the spreading warmth along her brow. "What... something /hit/ me." She sounds almost a bit petulant about that. "Ow."

Ellora looks to Sudanna for instruction when the cry goes up. Her gaze snaps in Liesana's direction and she frowns, her eyes widening with worry, though not for the fallen Harper.

Qovin groans and trys to get up to go help liesana. he falls onto his back and sighs.

Sudanna says, "Liesana, don't move.. Qovin, don't move.." She motions to the two silent appies who appear at her lizard's call. "Emmir, Hallin.. get this young man to the infirmary, and caution. He may be concussed and his right leg is broken. Have one of the healers on call assist him." A slight turn to ellora.. "Go and help Master Liesana, rinse the wound with water to clear debris, I'll be right over."

Kirsyn blinks, grasping the situation. "Master Lies-ana," she whines, dashing as close to the Harper as she imagines she can without the Healers yelling at her. "They /told/ you not to get too close." At the last minute, of course...but, eh, who's counting?

Qovin gets taken to the healer hall and his firelizard land on his chest, with eyes swirling in a shade of extreme worriment

Move? That's quite frankly the last thing on Liesana's mind at the moment. No, right now the normally quick-witted Master Legist is staring with a stupid fascination at the blood on her fingertips. Experimentally, she pokes gingerly at her forehead again, murmuring another "Ow!". She then gets the idea that perhaps Not Touching The Head Wound would be a good thing, and instead decides to wave the hand quellingly at Kirsyn instead, in a slightly dotty manner. "Well... they should have told me /sooner/." she pronounces solemnly.

Ellora nods succinctly to the senior healer, moving swiftly to execute her orders. She gathers together water and bandages and manages to transport them safely to the Harper's side. Once again her sleeves are shoved back before she dips a clean cloth into the water. She wrings it dry, then, with an encouraging smile and a "Hi, I'm Ellora," she begins to daub gently at the wound, cleaning it.

Janicka, ashamed of her tears, heads for the Rehearsel hall at a run.

Kirsyn glares at the Harper Master, pronouncing just as solemnly back, "You should've moved sooner." Feeling that that should sum up the whole situation in its entirety, she settles for hovering around the room's healer(s?) and asking how she might help. From each of them.

As Qovin is moved away, the Sr. Jman works her way to the master harper and Ellora. "Well done. Now, since redwort is at a premium, we need to use it quite sparingly." Danna watches as the cleaning proceeds nicely. "Just make sure all the debris is cleared. Lies? how are you doing? Anything goin on besides the head cut?"

A journeyman named Trenaver (OOC: yet another pernese name i have. -Qov) walks down off of the ladder and sees everybody here and watchs as Qovin is taken out. 'Shards' he thinks 'Poor kid.' he walks out of the way trying to take in the damage report of the building.

Ellora nods as she daubs the last bit of debris away from the wound. She shoots a dark look at the ceiling, just daring it to dump something more on the wound.

"And I'm Liesana. Read the knot if you'd like my title," replies Liesana, still solemn and perhaps a tad concussed. She ponders a suitable rejoinder to Kirsyn for a moment, and then settles for another "Ow!" at the redwort's sting. She manages to dredge up a tired version of her usual smile for Sudanna, though, as her old friend arrives. "I'm as well as can be expected, after being attacked by a balcony..."

Sudanna says, "I see, I saw.. " She is already studying the wound, and sighs. "Lies, m'dear, you need a few stitches, it appears. And to do that, I need to, well.. sort of shave the spot." Hopefully the humour that has carried the harper so far in her life will see the amusement in this scenerio. "I'd consider bringing charges against that meteor if I were a harper."

Brinleah walks in.
Brinleah enters munching on the last of a meat roll.

Trenaver almost snorts as he hears sudanna. He sees liesana and winces. "Ow. that must hurt." he walks about the edge of the room watching people come down the ladder and sometimes catching a mislayed foot.

Ellora glances at the knot, though she doesn't really need to. She nods with a smile, then rocks back on her heels with another expectant look for Sudanna.

Kirsyn flutters about the area, before fluttering over to Sudanna and Ellora area, waiting patiently beside them until they notice her and invite her to ask her question. Or not so patiently - she /is/ fluttering. So it's more of a sands-dance, the type that Candidates do on the scorching sands. Except, in Kirsyn's case, without the sand.

Liesana can't help it, one hand moves to clutch convulsively at her long runner's tail, and it takea a moment to fit a dry smile back in place on the Master's tired features. "Well... I suppose it /was/ time to try a new hairstyle..." she offers feebly, resisting the urge to pat at the scalp wound again, before looking around warily. "You're going to use numbweed first, right?"

Sudanna says, "No, I thought I would try a new technique I learned. You know, I figure if i hurt you hard enough with the stitches, you will forget about the pain in the wound." Of course she is kidding, even as she reaches in her bag to pull out her special shaving edge, she also hauls out a tin of the noxious weed. "Just hold very still while I clear the hair, then Ellora can do the numbing, okay?"

Mathis walks in.

Brinleah sees Liesana in the care of the healer and rushes over. "I go to grab a bite to eat and everything happens. Can I not leave you for 15 minutes, Liesana?"

Liesana would very much like to fidget nervously right about now, with a Healer, even a trusted friend like Sudanna, hovering around her head with a razor and various sharp pointy needles. But apparently the Harper's penchant for drama comes in handy, as the master schools her focus, and controls her twitchiness. Somewhat. Brinleah is given a wry smile. "It's not /my/ fault I was attacked by a vicious bit of balcony."

Mathis's eyes go wide with awe and horror as he steps into the ruin of the Harper Ballroom. Its splendor is faded by a thick cloud of dust, and the broken and cracked remnants of the staircase make it even more terrible. He coughs and steps cautiously over some broken glass into the middle of the hall, still unable to get over the shock. Unsurprisingly, he himself had been asleep during the quake--in the big tree over Green Lake--and had not had the opportunity to get away from Grinstead till now. "Wow..."

Kirsyn waves to those just entering, such as Brinleah and Mathis, before returning to hovering over the newest casualty: Liesana, who happens to be Kirsyn's favorite Master. Not that her list of Masters is...particularly long, but it's the thought that counts, eh?

Brinleah glances around noticing the Smiths helping on the ladders and Liesana in capable hands. "Is there anything I can do now that I'm fed?"

Laughing finally even though he shouldn't, Trenaver is holding his stomach. He wipes a tear from his eye and sees The newcomers. He hears his stomach rumble and goes off to get food. (OOC Qovin: Bye!)

Sudanna leans over and very carefully trims the area, shaving the wound as close as she can, taking as little actual hair as necessary. "Now Lies? Some hair may also fall out, the folicles go into a 'shock' stage, so don't panic when and if it happens, alright?" She backs away, now it's time for the numbweed.

Ellora grins at the Harper's good humor even in the moment of crisis and turns to redwort her hands before sinking red-stained fingers with relish into the nearest tin of numbweed. She licks her lips, then smears the stuff on the cut. The rest is scraped back into the tin. With a blush, she glances at Sudanna, hoping that wasn't the wrong thing to do.

Janicka walks in from the Shainman Rehearsal Hall.
Janicka walks back in, her face streaked with tears. She looks around at the scene...

"Hmm... well there are going to be quite a few new arrivals in the rehearsal hall tonight..." opines Liesana to Brinleah, attempting to keep things running even while under the knife. Or needle. "If you want to help process people at the door, see that the journeymen aren't stuck sleeping next to the junior apprentices and the like, that would be a great help... Ahhhh, /thank/ you." Apparently the numbweed has just taken effect. And Liesana is finally able to give Kirsyn a reassuring smile, before giving Sudanna her attention. "Ah, thanks for the warning. Is there generally a... large... amount of hair loss?"

Mathis looks over at the mess that was the balcony, and runs across the debris-littered floor to the biggest clump of people. The lines on his face show when he sees Liesana wounded. "Heh. That quake really did a number on this place, didn't it?"

Kirsyn nods at Liesana in relief; the past few days have been getting to the harper apprentice, it would seem. "Everyone's getting hurt," she murmurs worriedly, waving to Janicka, who is at least a friendly face. And Kirsy sets herself to vigorously scratching Shandi's hide, in an effort to take her mind off the events going on around her. "Yeah," is said in Mathis's direction, before she returns to scratching.

Brinleah turns to Kirsyn. "Don't fret over people getting injured. That's going to happen with things that are unexpected, but if we are careful we can prevent anything serious. Besides going bald and being the ugliest Master ever, Liesana will be fine."

Mathis stammers, "Could...could anyone use a pair of able hands? Well, that is to say, they play one on the stage...I can do idle hands, too..." He grins, but somehow he feels the humor is lost in all this gloom.

Sudanna says, "The hair loss will be minimal, just .. well, it will look quite bald around the wound." She nods to Ellora and steps in to stitch it up. A few swift moves and .. "There, four stitches, Lies, that's it. I'll let Ellora bandage it, with another layer of numbweed, and a redwort bandage. Then see me or another healer in a day or so, then another sevenday to remove the sticthes, alright?"

Janicka waves back to Kirsyn with a worried frown. "Is Liesana doing ok?" she asks, worried for the master's health. She had watched the whole incident of her injury, and is frightened out of her wits. After the fall though, she had run from the room crying. So she needs an update...

Kazandar blinks in from ::between::!

Ellora quickly and efficiently works the bandage into place, properly numbweeded and redworted, then pats Liesana on the shoulder. She rises and starts to gather everything back to the original starting point, out of the way of the falling debris.

Kirsyn babbles back at Janicka, "Well, let's see. That rock came crashing down on her head, and there was...blood, yes, blood. And she was rather woozy. I think that healer's giving her stitches," she adds, with a point to Sudanna. "She's helping." Which is followed by a point to Ellora. "It's all so /much/," she murmurs, fiercely rubbing her eyes.

Kirsyn nods to Brinleah as well, accepting the comfort.

"Oh, you want some work copying damaged scrolls, do you, Brinleah?" carols Liesana in a sweetly edged reply to the teasing. Of course, it's to be doubted if she's serious, vanity not being one of Liesana's noted failings. She falls silent to roll her eyes about oddly in her head, trying to get a glimpse of Sudanna's activities. Apparently, she's shaken off the daze well enough to return to her normal humour, and an intense curiosity about what's going on. The stitching finished, she again raises a hand to poke at the now-fixed cut. A nod and a slow smile. "Thanks, Danna... let me know if you need any Harper help with anything..."

Kazandar swoops over the clouds of dust and perches apon a ragged chunk of marble, wings fluttering to rid themselves of a coat of that which still floats through the air. His eyes wisely gaze over the busy crowds, rolling bandages eagerly, and chirps to alert them to his presence.

Kirsyn hears someone calling for her in the Shainman Rehearsal Hall and waves good-bye to those in the room, calling out to the person summoning her, "I'm coming!" Worried glances are shot back at the room, but duty calls. So Kirsyn dashes out of the room.

Sudanna says, "Just hold still long enough to get healed, that's all I ask. Go easy for a day or two. We still have herbs, so if you need some willowsalic, take it. I have a few packets here. Just brew for about 20 minutes in a mug of boiling water." The packets are given, and she assists Ellora in clean up. "Just, one night's rest at least, okay?"

Liesana takes the offered packets, and tucks them into one of her vest's myriad inner pockets, wobbling a little as she rises to her feet, but managing the motion all the same. "I'll do my best," she promises Sudanna, with regards to her resting. "After all, the apprentices are /all/ rooming with me now, they'll likely sit on me to see that I do. A conspiracy, I tell you." she intones solemnly, before nodding, and bobbing her head absently towards the rehearsal-hall-turned-barracks. "I'd... best go see the little lost ovines all settled, and defend my own bedroll. Thanks, I'll see you again soon, Danna. And Ellora." And with that, the Master Harper wobbles her way off.