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Harper's Tale - Sunday, June 30, 2002, 8:16 PM
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Archive Vault
A cool dry chamber kept sealed when not being used for research, the shelves are full of volumes of every description and subject. Birth and death records, songs, even kitchen recipies from the last Pass can be found catalogued and stored here. A few sturdy worktables allow for students and masters to spread out their projects in comfort.
The scent of old books and a little bit of must pervades the room, tickling your nose with antiquity.
Watching from a high ledge are three firelizards.
Obvious exits:
Main Hall and Ballroom

Renrow skitters, with a mischevious smirk, in from the Main Hall and Ballroom.

Liesana is once again at work in the archives. And is once again making music. But this time she's just humming quietly, rather than whistling obnoxiously. And rather than copying, the senior journeywoman is reading. Poetry again. And she's quite sure there are no dangling Masters in /here/.

A few muffled coughs are heard, followed by a sniffle, and a person tightly wrapped in a gray woolen cloak walks into the vault. The hood is up and the person's head is down at the moment, his arms wrapped around himself with the cape part wrapped so tightly it's almost as if he's about to burst the seams at the shoulders. Renrow looks up as he walks through the archives, his eyes scanning the many shelves once again, although this time, he seems to be looking for something in particular. As he makes his way towards Liesana, eyes scanning the shelves pointedly, the next thing noticable about his different attire is that he doesn't click nearly as much as he walks...in fact, not at all, it seems rather /padded/ now - the reason being that a pair of soft, green slippers fit quite snugly around his feet.

Liesana is completely oblivious to entering friends, especially ones padded up enough to resemble the Michelin Man's Pernese younger brother. No, Liesana is lost in a world of poetry and prose, rapt attention being paid to the poems in front of her. And is that just a touch of a wistful smile on her face, a moment's expression, left unguarded with no appies around to see?

Shuffleshuffle...sniffle, shuffle shuffle, cough, sniff, glance - Renrow's eyes fall on Liesana by luck, turning his head after he coughed. His eyebrows raise considerably, as does his grin to the point that his mouth opens. He pads over from the poetry archived from the past turns, but keeps his mouth closed. That is, until he spots the grin, and he does a silent 'awww' to himself; and once he's standing next to and just behind her, he spots the material she's reading, and suddenly can't contain himself anymore - that, along with all of the gossip he's heard, is just /too/ much, bursting out in giggles before he quickly ducks his head and turns his back to Liesana to muffle the sounds. Little did he actually realize she probably wouldn't recognize him at all in his present attire - although, who knows how familiar she is with his laugh by now.

Liesana's contemplation of philosophy and sonnet form are rudely jolted as sharp ears detect the sounds of giggles. Very /familiar/ giggles. "Yes Renrow," she identifies. "I'm reading poetry. C'mere you young rip, and say a proper hello!" she orders amusedly, before breaking into a laugh of her own. "Faranth, Ren, but when'd you get in?"

Renrow turns back as the giggles diminish quietly, and he sighs happily, slipping his arms under Liesana's to lift her into a hug. "Och, I've /missed/ you Lies!" As he releases her, he rapidly gathers the cloak he's wearing up again, and if it was caught, all that he's wearing underneath are his boxers and a brown, long sleeve shirt whose sleeves end halfway down his forearms. "I've actually been here for /most/ of today. Came here before dawn even broke, for some more notation hides, although I got caught up in talking, and when I opened the doors a storm had started." He shrugs, "Waited around, talking idly around the Hall to those that've missed me," here is where a single giggle escapes and breaks his sentances, his grin having been growing steadily before that, "although the next time I went outside, -it was actually /fun/. I could lean my full weight into the wind! Faranth, I /HAD/ to lean my full weight into the wind after only a few moments! So...I got more than thoroughly soaked."

Liesana laughs and returns the hug, giving Journeyman Janlis, who's harrumphing about the disturbance to his archives, a sunny smile before taking her seat again, and patting a space further down on the bench for Renrow. "Full into the wind? Eesh, Ren! I've already got a mentee coming down with a cold because of the storm, don't /you/ get sick too, now." she teases, before glancing down at her book and then up again at her friend. "So... out of curiosity, what's so funny about me reading poetry?" She can guess, but is hoping the rumour hasn't yet spread.

Sniffling again, Renrow nods and moves around to Liesana's other side, gathering the bottom of the cloak up before he steps over and sits next to her. "Ehh." He says with a slight lift of the right side of his nose, "I'm afraid Ah might be gettin somethin, too." Another sniffle, which causes a laugh, "Aye, shaffit all, see." As Liesana asks the next question, Renrow's smirk widens, although he simply shrugs, "Oh. No reason." Although does a /more/ than obvious performance of acting-and-failing at being 'innocent', his eyes trailing up and away and the smirk still fully on his face. A single giggle, nudge with his elbow, and his lip slips between his lips as his eyes slide to their corners to look at Lies.

Liesana shakes her head, and reaches inside a pocket of her vest to withdraw a handkerchief touched by a bit of Harper blue embroidery in one corner. It's handed over to Renrow, along with an amused smirk. "Ren, I've seen a better acting job done by Smith fosterlings. Give!" she orders with a grin.

Renrow shakes his head and waves a hand at the kerchief, "S'alright, thanks though." After she orders the info, he lets his eyes drift upwards, but then tips to the left to nudge against Liesana playfully again before giggling, "Well, it isn't just the poetry part, as I was looking for some poetry that was archived here in the 28th pass for someone. Buuut..." he waggles his eyebrows at his friend, "I've been hearing some pretty interesting information while I've been here, about a certain outburst tha' happened th'day before yesterday. Course, it's mostly been coming to me because those that've told me know we're good friends - yet, with how many tha' have, I-" He cuts himself off, preventing any possible worrying from his dear friend. His bottom lip slips between his teeth again, and he slowly lifts his right eyebrow, peering with a smirk out from under/behind his bangs. "I hear there's a certain someone tha' may be catching your eye? (An' perhaps a bit more, eh?) In -this hold-, even, hmm?" He says, leaning closer to say in a quieter, playful tone, the part in the middle.

"Oh by the Egg..." groans Liesana, banging her head against the now-closed cover of her book, the theatrical gesture in and of itself speaking to the fact that the groan is also a bit of acting. Partially. "It's spread that fast already? But fine then. His name's Dashvard, he's a Guardsman, and he's just a good friend who happens to like reading poetry and discussing it and philosophies on life with me. I'm /not/ in love with him, 'cause after what happened with me and Kryz, I'm not going to make the mistake of falling in love with a friend again, eh?"

"Dashvard, eh?" Two beats with Renrow's smirk and brow-lift, "Is he, -dashing- then, as well?" A light chuckle, and he tosses a hand up, knowing it was corny but also with Lies knowing with that that he couldn't pass it up. His mannerisms have seemed to change though, with this knew knowledge, /especially/ the last part, "Really? That's it, it's just...that he likes those things? Tha' you two just, connect, hm?" There's something going on behind those deep brown orbs of Renrow's, and his grin has grown soft - something even Renrow hadn't expected to be doing, and acting like. Half of a sigh escapes masked as a breath, and Ren's eyes have lowered away from Liesana's, and now stare down towards the desk top. He nods, a single chuckle escaping, "That's -so- not what I heard...that...that's too bad..." he fades into a light murmer after the first portion, talking more to himself, about the rumors. His eyes turn to their corners to peer at Liesana, although his head is still lowered a bit, "Honestly, Lies? No, no modesty type dragondroppings here?"

"Oh... I don't know, Ren," admits Liesana at last, with a sigh and a shrug, and a motion shoo'ing out a pair of apprentices seeking entry. "It's the truth, so far as I can see it. Honest, Ren. I've just got my heart pieced back together properly, and by the Egg, so has Dash. I'm not going to risk myself so easily. Besides," And here her smile turns a little more Normal Liesana, aka humorous. "I was that one that did most of the legwork, with me and Kryz. Darnit, I'm just going to sit back and wait for someone to sweep me off my feet, if they dare."

Renrow laughs now, more at ease after she finishes. "Aye, aye that's a good idea. Just, wait, it's much better that way I'm sure. Hehehe, it seeeeems like it's goin pretty good though, so that's good." He nods, then sniffles again, releasing a very faintly frustrated 'agh' afterwards. He chuckles, "Faranth, Ah can't believe that I've been here the /whole/ day...although it's been GOOD. Really, it's given me the chance to catch up with friends, with /old/ friends...with those that I'd thought had completely forgotten about me. Heheh, when really, they hadn't t'/all/." A shudder, "Sharditall, stupid weather. For gettin me sick." As if he had to specify, for his own mental good.

Liesana nods and sits back. "Aye, it goes well. I'm happy to have a close friend again that's actually somewhat /close/, location-wise. You and LL off in Keroon, Reeba on her Journeys, and Nherys off the beaten path up in Gar... Shards, but we're getting all spread out... And /you/ sound like you could use a cup of poultry broth or something. Watch that cold, eh? These new apprentices like to haul folks off to the Infirmary, without so much as a by'r'leave."

Renrow chuckles and shakes his head, eyes wide, "/OCH/ no, but I've had too much of tha' today already. Hehehe..." he shrugs his shoulders, both as a shrug and motion towards the cloak still wrapped around him, "Came with the /dry/, and very warming articles of clothing." He blinks, "Wait a second. The /appies/ are? They actually /LIKE/ going to the infirmary? Hoh man, that's much more nuts than I ever was...unless it's as an excuse to get out of chores, or a boring class."

Liesana shakes her head. "No, no, Ren," she corrects. "They like hauling /rankers/ to the Infirmary, and then setting Healers on us for the littlest of complaints. So you'd best watch your step, eh?" she winks, before standing. "And now, my friend, it appears I've got some gossip-squashing to go do, so if you'll excuse me?"