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Harper's Tale - January 10, 2002,
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Lake
The sparkling waters of the lake come into view as one rounds the bend at the end of the path. Enclosed on all sides by a tall stand of trees, the tranquil blue water laps gently upon the pristine surface of the lightly colored beach. Fed by a natural spring, the water remains at a surprisingly cool temperature, allowing one to refresh themselves from the summer heat that surrounds the area. Nestled to the far left, several stone tables and benches are arranged to allow people to have a place to rest and repose than the otherwise empty beach.
It is a spring afternoon.
On the perch is Pomp.
You see Open Grill here.
Kryz is here.
Obvious exits:
Courtyard
Kryz is led in by Liesana.

Liesana gives Kryz a grin, and settles at one of the stone tables. "Faranth... It's good to see you." she laughs. "I mean, I'm seeing you a lot more often all of a sudden, but that only makes me want to see you more." Rummaging in the carrysack, she pulls out the letter again, rolling it properly before replacing it. "Funny, that."

Kryz sits down next to Liesana with a slight smile. "Enjoy the visits, cause pretty soon someone's gonna notice all the work I've been skipping out on," he says. "Then you can go back to seeing less of me.. and missing me less," he adds with a laugh.

Liesana grins. "Somehow, I don't see that happening. But I'm sure you've probably piled up enough finished work to last for the rest of the Pass." she twinkles. "Or, if not, yours is the sort you can take with you on the road." Standing, she dances a few steps by the water's edge. "See, you could paint the scene, and call it 'Crazy Journeywoman Dancing by Lakeside'." A grin.

Kryz smiles. "How about I paint 'wet journeywoman crawling out of a lake'?" he asks with a michevious smile before he hops up from where he is sitting. In one fast motion he wraps his arms around her stomach, taking both her arms, and tries to drag her towards the lake, laughing the entire time.

Lu-nar slithers in from the shadows from ::between::
Kryz calls to Lu-nar, who slithers out of the shadows and lands on his head.

"Eeep!!" squeals Liesana, being hauled towards the lake. "Hey, not fair... I wasn't expecting that...!!!" But perhaps she protests too much. For certainly she'd probably not budge if she /really/ didn't want to. So perhaps there's something larger afoot. Especially when she pivots neatly in a dance move, leaving /Kryz/ the one closest to the drink. "Ha HA!" she chuckles, now attempting to give /him/ a dunking. "How about you paint 'Dripping Artist Being Laughed At By Dry Legist'?"

Renrow skitters, with a mischevious smirk, in from the Courtyard.

Liesana and Kryz are locked in combat down by the water's edge, seeing who will give whom a dunking.

Kryz tries desperatly to switch places once again. "That'd be kinda hard to paint if I was expected to be the painter," he says to Liesana through the struggle. "I think we'll have to go back to my idea."

With the hood on his cloak down, and his head tilted a bit back to stare up into the sky, Renrow takes a deep breath of the spring air, releasing it as he slows to a stop in a contented sigh. Walking further down the path, two figures in the water catch his eyes, his ears quickly catching the sounds of all the movement, and his steps gradually turn towards leading him in that direction. It isn't too long until his amused grin quickly breaks into a broken beam of laughter, overhearing voices and quickening hsi pace.

"Call it a self-portrait." grins Liesana, refusing to give ground. Just... a little... closer. "Eeep!" as she whirls around again, ending up to her ankles in the lake. "I'm not going down alone...!" she proclaims at last, sitting abruptly with her hands still locked about Kryz's wrists. And splash goes one harper. Gravity will work swift veangeance on the second, hopefully. Sitting sodden in her clothes, she releases one hand to wave at the latest arrival. "Ren!! C'mon in... the water's great."

Kryz (#19050)
You see a clean-shaven, well built young man in front of you. He has a mature look for his age, though if you'd know him, he's anything but that. The childish grin that often appears on his face show his true personality. His turquoise hair is roughly cut just long enough to hang is his eyes and sticks out in all directions , with the exception of one braid behind his right ear that hangs quite a few feet longer. Colorful beads have been woven into the braid with a thin piece of twine tying the end. His skin is the palest shade possible, without being unhealthy. White paint, outlined with a thin line of black, decorate his face and arms in careful patterns.
You can't tell what he's wearing at this distance.
Kryz is 23 Turns, 8 months, and 25 days old.

Liesana (#19291)
Almond shaped eyes of amber warmth glimmer brightly amidst fine and expressive features, while crimson-pink lips reflect a range of emotions, from devillish mischief to rare pensive moods. Liesana is petite, despite a medium stature of 16.2 hands, slim figure carrying not a trace of extra flesh, although her muscles are toned and well defined. She does lay claim to her share of feminine charms, however. Wavy chestnut hair falls to the small of her back, outlining an hourglass figure with a well formed, if small breast. Work is no stranger to her, nor good times: gitar born callouses on her fingertips and several old scars on her arms hint that here is one who does nothing halfheartedly.
You can't tell what she's wearing at this distance.
Liesana is 24 Turns, 2 months, and 8 days old.

Renrow (#20175)
Black hair falls in a shaggy mess on this short lad's head, random tufts of hair sticking out in various directions, then the rest curling at the ends at the nape of his neck. When kept fairly straightened out, which is now barely ever as it's impossible to manage, his hair has a vague resemblance to that of a woman wearing a dragon rider's headgear, if it were made out of coal-black leather. He only stands two hand-spans under two weaver lengths (5'2), still being short for his age, though it appears that his height comes in handy at times and he's proud of it, judging by the way he holds himself. A thin boy, and visibly has more dexterity than most boys his age, regardless of the big feet he may have. His face has a round appearance to it, and almost as if it were slightly oversized for his body's frame, though as puberty sets in his jaw line becomes slightly more pronounced. A small scar is right in the middle of his chin, almost giving it a natural dimple look, and his hands are slightly darker than the rest of him, a mixture of playing in the dirt and though much work in it, also. A very active boy, it appears, who also seems to have trouble simply standing still: at all times, either his fingers are drumming out a backdrop to a faintly familiar tune, or his feet are tapping along with unheard music.
You can't tell what he's wearing at this distance.
Renrow is 20 Turns, 3 months, and 18 days old.

"Ren?" Kryz says, turning his head right before the force of Lies's pull kicks in. And in the struggle and distraction, splash goes the other Harper right on top of the first.

Renrow's rolling laughter - which sometimes increases into giggles for a short time again - preceeds him as he makes his way down towards the water. He raises his brows and holds his arms out, "LIES!! /KRYZ/!! Ah've missed you two for /Soo/ shardin long!!" He eyes the water as he pulls his cloak off, and tosses it towards the side, nibbling on the edge of his bottom lip for a second, "Well, Ah would, except...well...except...Hey," He lifts his right brow only, critically eyeing the two as he points towards them, "I /AM/ supposed t'be finishing something UP inside right now." Although by the look in his eyes, one never knows.

Liesana, sitting in the water with Kryz on top of her, gives a manic grin. "Awww, c'mon, don't be a stick in the mud, Ren," she teases. "But, I suppose I'll excuse you if you don't want to get your glad rags washed. How are you doing? And how's LL, and your kid-to-be, and Nher, and all the folks?" She starts to shiver slightly, the water still springtime-cool, but ignores it.

Kryz moves to a sitting position next to Liesana, both the Harpers wet and dripping. He offers a smile, slightly embarassed, in Renrow's direction. "Long time no see," he says before growing quiet, letting Ren answer Lies's interigation.

Renrow's legs and his posture tenses and to a very attuned eye one could see him crouch lower, although he waits, and the smirk on his face slowly fades, and a mixture of pain and longing emotions flash over his facial expressions before they're replaced with an almost stressed grin, although with a deep breath, straightening stance, and slowly closed eyes, the grin spreads to his other cheek and more upwards on his left - a much more realistic and true grin of Renrow's. "She's doing really good. We're extremely missing each other, though, what with the kidlet on the way and me still being called off on routes and errands and-...odd-jobs for people." He shrugs slightly at the last part, and quickly continues, "And Nher, I don't know, I haven't talked with her for /quite/ awhile. /I/ haven't seen S'lar though for sooo shardin long, Ah donnae know what's going on with him anymore, don't even know how often he stops when I'm off away from Gar." He chuckles lightly and nods towards Kryz, "Real good t'see you again, Kryz, I know it's been /Turns/ and Turns." He slightly lifts his right brow and lowers it, eyes flickering from him to Lies and back, "I'm glad that I'm actually seeing /BOTH/ of you together this time around, too!"

Liesana grins. "Well... when the kiddy finally arrives on the scene, Aunt Liesana will want to know about it, neh?" She shivers slightly, and attempts to remove herself from the lake. "I don't know about you, but I think I'm going to have to dig out my brandy flask. Faugh! Cold." Never mind that she was the first one dunked. She reaches her bag, and produces a towel, and then another one. "Ah, there we go." she sighs happily, towelling herself (somewhat) dry. "Either of you want a sip of brandy?"

Kryz quickly follows Lies out of the water shaking a bit himself. "No thanks," he says ashe takes the offered towl and then takes a seat on the closest bench. "It's good to see all three of us together," he replys to Renrow as he pats the towl against his dripping hair. "I can't say how long it's been since I've seen anyone from the hold other then Lies." He flashes a sad smile before he goe sback to drying himself off.

Renrow's grin fades into more of a smirk as he ponders the brandy, eyes intently on that until they flicker back up to Liesana's and he nods, his hand out to recieve it. "I'd love to. Jes' a bit." Both of his eyebrows raise and his jaw drops, nodding solemnly as he hears Kryz, "Oh Faranth, can /I/ ever understand and feel for ye way too much!! Och, it's been, what, Turns since I've seen you, and jest under a Turn since Ah last saw Rianne, and almost /TWO/ since Ah saw Rij! Rij even, Ah've nae seen him for /that/ long. Can't believe it, tsk. Other'n that, nope, been..." His eyes drift upwards as he thinks for a second, "Way longer than I can remember since I saw anyone else -" he smirks furiously, "of real '/importance/' from the Hall, at least, y'know? Heehehe." (reyuponcemore)

Liesana produces a wooden flask from her 'sack and takes a single hearty sip of it, spluttering slightly, but with colour returning to her cheeks, and a cessation of shivers. The brandy is then handed over to Renrow, with the grinning caution of "Just a bit, mind... I remember the last time I saw you, you were right pickled." A slow nod. "Aye," she allows, her grammar slipping just slightly as it /always/ does around Renrow, (He's a bad influence, you know.) "Aye, whatever happened to the idea that we'd all have so much time to go visiting, once we made rank." A grin. "This rate, we'll all have to wait 'til we're Masters, and then we can rattle around the Hall together like crotchety old wherries." Her towel now hanging about her neck, she mimics the bearing of one of the more ancient Masters for a moment.

Renrow tips his head back slightly with the short outburst of his laughter, bringing it down with a nod, "Aye, aye tha' ye did - although mind you t'rememnber that I /did/ have quiiihiite a bit more than jest the drinks from the flask." His laughter carries out of him again at the hopefulness they'd shared as apprentices in the Hall, "Ohhhh I /know/, and so, we carry on with our daily duties - duties, mind you, rather than chores at least, although many of them seem to be /SOooo/ much more tasking and strenuous than those chores had been - until we're deemed fit enough to proceed to the rank of Masters." He takes a good drink from the flask, crinkling his nose with his grin afterwards, "Which hopefully won't take until we're all 'crotchety old wherries', as quite often seems to be the case." He glances up at the sky again, then back over his shoulder, and takes another drink before handing the flask back.

Liesana shrugs. "I may have to end up being an old wherry some day," she allows, with a resigned look. "But Faranth keep me from ever being crotchety." The flask returned, she tucks it back into her carrysack. "Master... That still doesn't seem like much more than a distant possibility, y'know? I'm just barely over grinning like an idiot whenever someone calls me by my rank."

Renrow nods, "Oh I can relate with that. Took me awhile those few Turns ago that I Walked to actually get it through that when people I didn't know simply addressed me as 'Journeyman' that '/Yes/, they actually /are/ talking to -me-'. Heehehe." He glances down towards his cloak, and sighs, and as his eyes return to Liesana's he takes two steps towards her and enfolds her in a tight hug - and as he turns with her in his arms, one foot nimbly crossing behind the other and the other shuffling to the side, while after once more his right foot catches his cloak on the ground and he twists the ankle as he lifts his leg back and releases Lies from the hug, his right hand continuing the motion backwards and snagging the cloak in the air as his foot is replaced on the ground. "And well, t'has been /so/ incredibly good t'catch up with you two again - big understatement, just to inform you - I must return into the hold for now rather promptly since I do have someone I have yet to talk to."

Liesana returns the hug firmly, keeping a hold of Renrow's shoulders for a moment after being released, and giving him a firm, if affectionate, shake. "Don't you stay away so long next time now, hear me?" she admonishes, mock-severe, before smiling. "Aye, a good visit indeed, and good speed on your journey. Don't be a stranger, now." With a merry wave, she re-settles on the stone bench.

Renrow goes home.