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Harper's Tale - Wednesday, February 06, 2002,
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Great Hall
With a dome-shaped ceiling reaching up almost beyond the light cast by numerous glows surrounding the hall, this room can be none other than the Hold's great hall. The floor is solid grey stone, slightly worn from the hundreds of Turns of use it's been through. Four `tapestries' hang around the hall at seemingly random intervals, coloring the otherwise dull hall. An assortment of tables and chairs and couches are strewn about the hall for any who wish to take a rest during their labors, but mostly people are using the great hall as a center for moving to other places. Archways and doors lead everywhere, but the most dominant doors are the great double doors to the east, leading out to the courtyard.
Gliding around is Emeril.
Alain is here.
Obvious exits:
Great Doors Flying Mug Dining Hall Shops Guard Office Main Hallway Crafthalls
You find yourself in the front of the great hall.

Miralwyn strolls in from the beach, covered in a fine tan, and with an air of private accomplishment to her step. Her hands are notably free of scrolls. Someone managed to get their studying done. Alain is spotted, and given a nod as she leans against the wall for a moment, one eye still kept cautiously on him, watching for any signs he's going to return to the state she /last/ saw him in.

Dominicke bounces in through the great doors from the courtyard.

Alain comes all but skipping down the stairs, whistling to himself with his hands shoved deep into his trousers...he fails to notice Miralwyn or Dominicke as he's in -such- a good mood...wonder why that could be. He does, however offer a bright grin to a shy-looking weaver as he passes her...a -very- bright grin, as a matter of fact, before returning to his whistling.

Dominicke steps inside the great doors "Lain!" he calls to the healer, his tall stature attracting a little attention from barmaids on break outside the Mug. "Oh, Ala/iiiiiiii/n!"

Miralwyn arches an eyebrow at the whistling, and pries herself off the wall, the Mindhealer-wannabe quirking a dry smile in her fellow Healer's direction. "Well. I see I can skip plans for hauling you to therapy..." she drawls, before giving Domincke a slight nod.

Alain blinks up from his glowing-like-a-having-just-caught-bronze stupor to peer at Dominicke. "Eh?" And Miralwyn's words catch his attention, too...heh heh. He marches straight up to her, grabs her by the shoulders, gives her a little shake (not a hard one mind you) and loudly proclaims, "Girl...I. am. in. love." And he then and there proceeds to plant a big firm kiss right on her lips. Eeek!

Webandy walks in through the great doors from the courtyard.
Webandy opens a door labelled The Flying Mug and walks through.

Dominicke laughs, his hands hitting his knees "Yay for Alain!" he calls, going towards his friend, grinning broadly as he stops to chat with the 'maids before nodding and walking on, "Good for you my friend, but there /is/ a better way to kiss the gals." he says, winking Shall he demonstrate? Nah.

Miralwyn is... kissed? By /Alain/...? Grey eyes flicker wide for an instant before her hands find the back of his head and she returns the kiss for a moment. Releasing him, and with nary a change of expression, she proceeds to calmly slap him across the face. Once she's judged it's (hopefully) sobering effect to be complete, she offers a rather amused sounding "Congratulations." Another crazy Mindhealer? No, just Wyn.

Alain blinks in surprise as he's congratulated, and slapped, and then rolls his eyes, rubbing his cheek lightly. "No, you daft heffer! Not with -you-!" And he turns to Dominicke, "Not with -her-!"

Dominicke snickers, "Did I say congrats that you're in love? No, don't think so. I said congrats, there is a better way to kiss. Thats all," he smirks, standing away from the slapping female.

Miralwyn snorts lightly. "I should certainly /hope/ you weren't. Otherwise I'd say you'd gotten into the herb closet." she comments dryly, offering Dominicke a look of innocent inquiry. What? "But tell me, since you seem to be in the mood for calling tidings from the drumheights, who's managed to capture your heart this week?"

Alain rolls his eyes. "Well, this -particular- week," he quips back, "is none of your business!" Glee! He turns to waggle his eyebrows at Dominicke, still rubbing his cheek lightly, "Of -course- there are better ways to kiss than that!" He eyes the young man for a moment, then takes a step closer to him with a chuckle, "Want me to show you?"

Dominicke grins wickedly "Yes, I want to see if you know what /you/ are doing when you kiss the poor little darlin's." he says, his brown eyes twinkling with mischef and challenge.

Miralwyn eyes the two boys curiously, and just a tad skittishly. A lesser female would run. But Wyn remains. In the interests of... scientific inquiry, you see.

Arakiel with swishing of veils, steps in from the Weavercraft Main Hall.

Arakiel nods to the people as she storms out of the Weavers. "Where can I find Andron?"

Alain nods, taking up the challenge without question, and turns back to Miralwyn, grabbing her shoulders and stepping up so that their toes touch. In a gentle movement he tilts her face up again and ever so lightly caresses her lips with his own--a mere breath, really. Then, his eyes flutter shut, he ducks his head a little more to apply gentle pressure to the touch, and, after a moment, parts his lips slightly to catch her lower lip between his. He draws at her lip for a moment, and then openes his eyes as he pulls away.

Dominicke laughs "That was better, but not the best." the lad notes, grinning as he approaches the gal. He gently latches onto Wyn's shoulders and pulls her close to put an arm around her back to support her, his lips find hers quickly and presses a gentle kiss to the girl's lips. His eyes remain half closed and he presses his kiss just a little deeper until he /hopes/ she's breathless. Then he steps back and nods to Arakiel "I dunno where to find Andron, ma`am." he says as he glances to Wyn "Now who was better? And tell the truth?" he hopes against hope it was him.

"Mpfff" Manages Miralwyn as she's caught in one clinch, and handed off to another, with nary a breath in between. Free at last, she backs off a pace, and lands first Alain, and then Dominicke another swift slap. Before turning back to Alain, drawing herself up to her full five feet four inches, and aiming a roundhouse punch at his jaw. "/That's/ for starting all this! And I'm not telling a /thing/." she bites out, before tossing her head and turning to Arakiel. "The Lord Warder is likely in his office, Ma'am."

Arakiel with swishing of veils, steps through the great doors into the courtyard.

Alain goes, of course, sprawling across the floor as he's summarily punched, looking more than a little dazed and softly murmuring, "Wow..." He raises a hand to his jaw and then winces, pulling his hand away quickly. "Faranth, girl..." he mutters, and slowly gets to his feet. He eyes Miralwyn for a moment, a strange look in his eyes, really, and then offers her a cheeky grin and a bow. "Better go find something to put on this." he mutters, and turns toward the Healer hall.
Alain goes home.

Dominicke laughs out loud, seemingly not feeling the slap...except his hand is covering the spot where he got smacked. A grin is tossed to his friend as he waves him off, "naw! Who's kiss was better?" he's not gonna stop badgering her now...

Miralwyn is once more coolly dispassionate as she regards Dominicke, the temporary outbreak of Weyrbrat training seeming to have restored her mental balance. "Oh reallly..." she drawls. "Why should I coddle your ego any furthur, since it's already apparently the size of a dragon."

Dominicke cheers! "So mine /was/ a better kiss!" he exclaims, oh soooo happy for himself, even if she didn't definately say his was better....

Miralwyn snorts. "Don't flatter yourself." is all she'll say, as she heads into the dining hall. "I've had better."