Characters:

Projects:

Other Stuff:

Like what you see?  Don't like it?  Just enjoy writing emails?  Regardless, send me a message at

icefire_147@yahoo.com

I'll probably write back, if it's not spam or random flames.

Back to Logs:

Harper's Tale - Wednesday, December 12, 2001,
--------------------------------------------------------

Healer Great Hall
The ceiling soars surprisingly high in this large room. Comfortable looking chairs are arranged to face the front, where a speaker might stand to address an assembled group. This is also where the Caduceus is prominently displayed for all to see, serving as a reminder daily of the oaths a Healer takes.
On one side of the room is a doorway that leads to the Healer Passage, where the infirmary is located, and towards the main hall of Ista Hold. On the other end of the room at opposite ends of the wall are two more doors, one leading into the Healer Lounge, and living quarters of the Healers posted at the Hall, the other to the Healer Center where all the offices are located and the book learning takes place.
You see Caduceus, Jiayi, Joran, and pie here.
Katrine is here.
Obvious exits:
Healer Passage     Healer Lounge     Healer Center

You notice Katrine looking at you.

Miralwyn
Thick brown hair frames a heart-shaped face, falling in a gentle wave to just brush her shoulders. Grey eyes appraise the world calmly, although a dry humour often lurks in their depths. The young woman is slim and petite, height rising to a mere 5' 4, with a smooth complexion of olive skin, for the most part free of the lumps and bumps present in many of her age. While delicate in form, she is possessed of a quiet strength, which manifests itself in every movement, although she rarely raises her voice above a low and mellow alto, and travels with sure grace on silent feet.
Utilitarian design of her garments places function and comfort far ahead of style, although like the wearer, the clothing is posessed a quiet grace. A light cotton blouse is tucked loosely into grey cloth slacks, the shirt left in it's natural off-white shading, laces tied loosely and permitting the odd glimpse of a small necklace, consisting of a polished seashell strung on a leather cord. Sandals shoe her feet, sturdy leather well broken in through much use, while her hair is tied back into a runner's tail, with temple locks left free to frame her face. Miralwyn wears Miralwyn's Listening Tube around her neck. Hubris gloats from Miralwyn's right shoulder. Perched on Miralwyn's left shoulder, Terraverte twines her tail around her neck.
Purple and white twine together in a single loop knot. While simple, it's worn with quiet pride by the Healer Apprentice who owns it.
She is awake and looks alert.
Carrying:
Miralwyn's Listening Tube        Hubris
Miralwyn's Notebook                 Terraverte
You notice Miralwyn looking at you.
Miralwyn is 17 Turns, 7 months, and 15 days old.

Katrine
Standing 5'6 she'll never spend a lot of time looking down at people. Hair as black as the night falls to midway down her back. The once uncontrollable curls have been pulled into loose waves held back by a piece of purple ribbon. Large, violet coloured eyes are her most striking feature, they seem to draw your gaze to them. Her long, straight nose is a perfect distance from each well defined eyebrow. The bottom half of her face is dominated by her large, generous mouth with a small dimple that shows when she smiles which she does alot. Her once slender body has filled out somewhat over the turns leaving her with shapely curves and a narrow waist.
A long purple shirt covers her upper body, it's colour similar to redwort flowers. The scooped neckline is highlighted by delicate pattern stitched by her own hand. Tied around her waist is a light purple jumper to keep her warm on colder days. Her dark purple trousers fit her rather snuggly, the waist held up by a simple black belt. Her feet are clad in black boots, clearly they are not new but they are well cared for. Around her neck a delicate locket hangs, inviting people to look closer. On her finger is a lovely gold ring.
Purple and white cord twines to form a simple loop. The small tassel indicates not only is she a Senior Apprentice but she is also posted.
She is awake, but has been staring off into space for a minute.
Carrying:
Katrine's bag             Package to Katrine
Katrine's Herb Tin
Katrine is 17 Turns, 6 months, and 12 days old.

Miralwyn strolls in from the lounge, a sack full of scrolls and other studious things dangling unheeded from a shoulder as her entire being forms and reverbates around a single thought. Breakfast. With klah. Lots of it. "Morning," is all that's offered in the direction of Katrine.

Katrine stretches and smothers a yawn, shards she hates getting up early! She glances at the other appy through sleep filled eyes. "Morning." comes the automatic reply.

Miralwyn continues to angle towards the doors, and the dining hall beyond them. A mental growl. Great. All the other said was 'Morning'. Now she has to think up some piece of small talk. Sleep fuzzed brain is pressed into service, and she inquires "Is the klah fresh in the Dining Hall this morning?"

Katrine shakes herself more fully wake now..she's still got as few candlemarks to go before her class is due to start. "Sorry, that wasn't very polite of me, but I'm still half asleep and yes I believe it is." Smiling at Miral.

Miralwyn nods, a brief smile flickering across her lips for the barest moment. "Good." is her reply, before she leans up against a wall. "Oh, no problem there. I'm still a little fuzzy myself." She leans against the wall a long moment more, before asking "Have we met? I'm Miralwyn."

Katrine rubs her eyes trying to make the room look normal instead of all bleary. She studies the other girl for a while, "No I don't think we have, I'm Katrine, nice ta meet you." Stretching in the chair, knocking her bag onto the floor.

Miralwyn nods. And then ponders a while over what to say next. "Oh. Ahhh, yeah. Well met, Katrine." She prises herself off the wall, and resumes her trudge towards the doors. "I'm going to get breakfast. You eaten yet?"

Katrine jumps up, well more sort of crawls out of the chair and bends down to grab her bag off the floor. "That sounds like a great idea." Her stomach picking that moment to rumble. "Opps sorry about that. Are you waiting for a class to start?" why else would someone be up so early?

Miralwyn swings her bag to that it's bumping lightly against her hip as she moves. "I'll precede you there then," she comments, heading out the door. "And I'm studying. My herbalry class is having an examination today."

You go to the Healer Passage.

Dining Hall
The first thing anyone notices when entering this hall is the enormous `standard' of Ista Hold set very prominently and proudly on most of the west wall. Right under the standard is a long table which is probably where the Lady Holder sits during formal receptions or dinners. Scattered somewhat randomly around the rest of the room are smaller tabler, able to seat no more than ten people each. The room seems functional at the same time that it feels comfortable. Many people are just sitting around talking or helping themselves to some of the 'klah' which is always kept on the hearth in the southeast corner of the hall. Swinging doors lead to the kitchen to the west and the double doors to the east lead back to the Great Hall while a smaller door to the north goes to the Flying Mug.
Perched on the mantle above the main hearth are Cyclone and Brisbe.
Obvious exits:
Great Hall     Flying Mug     Kitchen
You stand facing the great Hold standard in the dining hall.

Katrine walks timidly in from the great hall.

Katrine hoists her bag down from her shoulder, wincing slightly, she'd forgotten how heavy it is! "I am specializing in Herbalry. Do you enjoy it?" Sniffing appreciatively at the aromas.

Miralwyn is already collecting a tray of food, replete with a large pair of klah mugs, no furthur conversation occuring until she's settled at the table, opposite the other Healerite. Taking a long sip from one of the mugs, she sighs happily, before wrinkling her nose slightly. "No offense to your specialty, and Herbalists are very necessary, but I'd rather empty bedpans."

Katrine helps herself to some pancakes and syrup, before taking a seat opposite Miral. She takes a sip from her mug of klah before answering the girl. "Oh and just what are you specializing in?" she'll not take that last comment to heart, not yet anyway.

Miralwyn delicately sets about dissecting a sausage, neat and precise slices being taken before she skewers one and pops it in her mouth, chewing, swallowing, and then replying over the rim of her klah mug that "I'm considering Mindhealing." Bring on the corny jokes.

Katrine raises on eyebrow but refrains from the jokes, at least for now..."really, well I guess someone has to find that interesting. Frankly I don't think I could cope with Jathen, he's rather well..strange." well he's always acted very odd when ever she's had the pleasure or should that be misfortune to meet him.

Miralwyn shrugs, and munches the rest of her sausage, before settling in on some hashbrowned tubers. "We agree to disagree on the interest factor of our specialties, then. But Jathen is strange, but far from dull." Either that, or Mira is just odd. "However, I was thinking of asking journeyman Tyran to mentor me." Another crazy Mindhealer.

Katrine grins, "Tyran? he's another crazy man! I'll never forget my physicals class with him. Talk about messing with peoples minds." still he seems nice enough. Cutting another piece of pancake and popping it into her mouth.

Miralwyn nods reasonably, a slight smile teasing onto her face. "Indeed. I believe most Mindhealers /do/ tend to view a slightly different reality than the rest of us. I suppose the theory might be that you have to be insane to recognize insanity?" Her tone is dry, and although her face remains serene, one can see that she's joking. "But who is /your/ mentor?"

Katrine's face breaks into a grin. "You know I've never thought about it like that." pondering that for awhile. "yeah that would make sense, so are you trying to tell me you're mad as well?" keeing her face prefectly straight, "oh and Aerrin is my mentor." added as an after thought.

Miralwyn's face shifts not from it's customary expression of unrevealing serenity, although a distinct light can be seen dancing in grey eyes. "Oh, quite mad." she assures Katrine. "I'm merely quietly insane rather than loudly."

Katrine *sorries but I have to go now. Thanks for the RP!
Miralwyn *snugs. Thank /you/.

Katrine has disconnected.
Katrine can't fight sleep any longer.