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Harper's Tale - Thursday, February 07, 2002,
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Ista Hold Main Courtyard
Built into the side of a hard granite cliff, Ista Hold looms dominantly to the west. Windows pock the smooth surface of the cliff in neat rows until they get closer to the ground, where they begin to frame the great bronze doors leading into the Hold itself. A sea breeze seems constantly in the air here as the ocean and the wharf lay but dragonlengths to the east. Beaches are scattered to the north, recreational areas for the Hold's residents when not working.
It is an autumn before dawn.
Perched on a windowsill are Sofia, Quelm, Sprite, Ajit, Sentanta, Romain, and Arkadiy.
Brown Hoth and brown Uzasnyth are here.
You see Chiarasria and Trahern here.
Faisal is here.
Obvious exits:
Ista Hold Dock Main Beach Great Doors Guard Office Stables Trader Courtyard
You walk down a few steps into the courtyard.

Miralwyn strolls out the hold doors, headed for the beach with yet another scroll in hand. Hey, it's been working so far... She spots Faisal, and gives a slight nod. "Shoulders holding up this morning?" is her greeting, a prefectly acceptable one to the Healer lass.

Faisal turns to the sound of Miralwyn's voice, the easy way his neck moves is a dead giveaway. "It's great!" He calls out cheerfully, "Thanks. I owe you one." He hops up from his seat, and sweeps his arm towards teh bench, offering her a seap in a exsadurated formal manner.

Miralwyn offers a light smile, and a touch of a nod. "Merely doing my duties." she waves off the exhuberant thanks. Although she /does/ deign to take a seat. "Are you an early riser also...? This is the second time I've seen you up at what most folks consider an unconscionable hour."

Faisal wrinkles his nose, "Duty calls." He nods his head towards the Drumheights, "Or should I say booms." He grins at his own joke. "Do you do this for fun?" He queries as he drops himself down in the seat beside her.

Miralwyn shakes her head. "You should take willowsalic before starting work." she jokes, a little Herbalry humour that will no doubt mean little to the Harper. "But as for myself... I wake this early in any case, so I prefer to finish my studies early, rather than lie in bed and listen to the dorm snoring." she allows, quirking one corner of her mouth. "There's this big fellow from a nothern cothold, sleeps on the cot beside mine...."
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"Who sounds like he's sawing through sand?" Faisal adds, picking up on Miralwyn's rhythm, his grin widening. "Know the type well. Took me a while to get used to the dorms." He admits. "Oh to have a room for ourselves." He sighs, then as he relieses what he's said, he blushes, "I mean for each one of us, separately, individually." He taps his knee and hums to cover.

Miralwyn looks rather dryly amused at Faisal's stumble. "I see the vaunted Harper eloquence doesn't start until later in the morning..." she muses with a twinkle to her eye, although her tone retains it's usual mellowness lent by low alto pitch.

Faisal shugs, "I'm still working on it." He says simply, "Some things you can't always learn from scrolls." He notes with a nod towards the one Miralwyn's carrying, "You still on the same one?" He asks cheekily.

Miralwyn arches a playful eyebrow. "From the outrageous comments of the other male Harpers I've run across, I was beginning to think you /could/..." she allows, just a trifle of the teasing gleam remaining in her eyes. "But on the topic of scrolls, no. This is one on Midwifery. Lots of wonderful descriptions of complications..." Cough. Wonderful to /Wyn/, perhaps.

Faisal's face screws up as he contemplates, "I always though there was nothing I wouldn't want to read, thank you for correcting me." He shakes his head slightly, as if to get an image out of his head. "Despite what my fellow Harpers might say, practice is the key to success." He's never had problems discussing his craft strenghths or weakness...

Miralwyn shrugs an easy shoulder. "Hence the reason you are a harper." she avers. "But... forgive me for asking, but how on Pern does once practice /charm/... Seems a rather... undefinable quality."

"Well m'lady." Faisal begins, rising lightly to his feet, and turning to face her, "Firstly one needs a beautiful lass to practice with." He gives he a slight bow, "Fortunately I have one right before me." He drops to a knee, with no regard to what he might be kneeing in. "Secondly one needs to lower your voice and soften your tone. His voice and tone modify accordingly, and he looks up at Miralwyn, opening his eyes wide.

Miralwyn looks about ready to burst into laughter at the antics, but her usual iron self control does it's usual admirable job. And so she merely inclines her head in a regal nod. "And then...?" she queries. This is /far/ more fun than being the unwilling victim of Alain and Dominicke.

Faisal's confidence wavers, uncertain of Miralwyn response, "Um, then, well, one should also have a flower prehaps." He waves his hand in the air, twirling it, "There should also be some response from the lady." Although he sounds uncertain of /what/ the responce is ment to be...

"Hmmm..." muses Miralwyn. "I suppose she might accept the flower, were she pleased by the gesture." She leans forward in a brief half-bow. "However, neither charm nor flirting is something I'm skilled at." she allows, cracking a small smile. "Is there a class I can sign up for?"
Kerf walks in.

Faisal's on his knee infront of Miralwyn. He grins wide, spreading his arms even wider, "Why not learn now? After all is not life a lesson, and the world a classroom?"

Kerf *ahems. Wasn't here, really...
Kerf walks towards the beach.

Kamoku walks in.
Kamoku walks out.

"I can see the eloquence is starting to arrive now." quips Miralwyn, although a smile rids the words of sting. "But... as you wish." she allows, sketching another half-bow. "Go ahead, Harper Faisal... teach me how to flirt."

Faisal obviously never quite expected Miralwyn to agree, "Well, one is supposed to stare into each other eyes..." He tries this now, his pupils dilating as he looks up at her, "And might I say what beautiful eyes you have, eyes that would seem to hold the secret to my happiness in their smokey depths." He, against his own advise, glances away, "Um, then you says something about my features..." He adds quickly, "Something nice, and prehaps mysterious..."

Miralwyn is apparently quite tempted to laugh, if the spasmodic twitches of her lips are any indication. Still, she gamely holds Faisal's eyes, doing her level best to look limpid and alluring as she ponders. "Hummm... Ah, here we go." she announces, before attempting a low alto purr. "Your eyes, Faisal, remind me of emeralds, accented with the touch of finest gold..." The purr drops, and an eyebrow quirks. "How was that?"

Faisal nod his head slowly, "Nice. Um. Good." He replies faintly, his head half turning to the drumheights as if looking for an excuse. "But we will have to stop there. I'm going to be needed soon." He says with a trace of relief creeping into his voice. He rises, "But even in leaving, one must part slowly, and promise to think of the other." He backs up a few steps, "As I will." He says in a soft whisper.

Miralwyn looks relieved at the praise. "Oh good... I'll have to practice." she notes, attacking the idea of learning to flirt with the enthusiasm she has for other lessons. She stops, and looks curiously after Faisal after his last comment, eyes oddly soft. "A good day to you, then."

Faisal turns a head back inside the hold, only once turning to glance back at Miralwyn.

Faisal walks up a few small steps and passes into the Hold through the great doors.