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Harper's Tale 3 - Friday, February 01, 2002, 6:39 PM
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Healer Lounge
This is a very cozy room where Healers often spend their free time relaxing, talking, and participating in a little recreation. Dotted about the room are small tables and big comfy looking chairs that are great for sitting down and talking in. Also there are tables set up around the room with chairs set at them, to be used for studying, or any other activity that might need the support of a table.
In one wall is the doorway that leads into the Healer Great Hall, and the rest of the Hall. Other doorways are quietly recessed around the room, leading off to the various quarters of the Healers. One leads to the Apprentice Dorms, another to the hallway that houses the rooms of Journeymen and Masters, and a third that leads to the children's area.
You see Corwin and Joran here.
Obvious exits:
Healer Great Hall Apprentice Dormitory Children's Area Journeymen and Masters Hall

Alain walks in from the Apprentice Dormitory.

Miralwyn is curled up on her usual couch, writing industriously in her notebook with a studious air about her. Alain is given a slight nod, before she returns to the important task of composing limericks.

Alain, however, doesn't seem to see Miralwyn as he ambles into the room and flops lighty onto the self-same sofa that Miralwyn is perched on. He proceeds to unroll a scroll, nodding to one of the other apprentices who sits studying. In fact, Alain does more than nod at the boy, he offers him a sly grin, which is returned with an added waggle of eyebrows. That's a bit much for the braided boy, though, and he blushes, burying his nose in one of the scrolls.

Miralwyn's lips twitch as Alain settles beside her. She appears to ignore him, merely declaiming to herself that

"There once was a Healer, Alain.
Who hadn't a mark to his name.
He's got a fine braid,
And he hopes to get..."

She trails off, musing innocently "Now... what could rhyme with that..."

Alain blinks up from his hide, and shakes his head. "It's not accurate." he murmurs. "You're missing a beat in the first line. It should be,

'there once was a healer named Alain,
who hadn't a mark to his name.
He's got a fine braid
and he hopes for good grades,
but who cares 'cause this poem is so...'"

He pauses, "Now...what rhymes with name? Lame?" And with that he goes innocently back to his supposed studying, ignoring a wink from the other boy.

Miralwyn shakes her head. "That doesn't scan well at all... No... bounce to it." she demurs, her tone remaining near-inflectionless, but dry as always. She lowers the limerick for the moment, it not having been about Alain at all, and picks up her scroll. "But good grades... still have the spectre of Herbalry looming, hmm?"

Alain murmurs without looking up from his hide, "Herbalry isn't difficult. It's just a matter of memorizing facts...what a plant looks like...how it has to be prepared...what it works against." He very deliberately sets the scroll down on his knee and turns his head to study at her, "Or do you find simple tasks like that difficult?"

Miralwyn sniffs lightly, and comments with an arch hint to her tone that "T'wasn't its difficulty I was disparaging. T'was its monotony. For someone so... ruffled." A sweet smile. "By labels, you seem eager enough to hand them out yourself." The smile grows even more sweet. "Consistency is an asset."

"Or perhaps a garish show of lack of invention." Alain quips back quickly. "I'm curious, what exactly fuels your intense need to affront others so quickly...and patently? Maybe some...undesirable quality in yourself that you seek to disguise?" He offers her a cursory once-over with narrowed eyes, as though looking for that fault. "I'm sure you, like most other people, have plenty to spare."

Miralwyn merely glances at him, the mildly interested gaze that of some student poring over a half-dissected insect. "I have my faults. I don't see what gives you permission hear about them. As for affronts..." An arch to her eyebrow. "Perhaps I simply don't like you."

Alain's grin is slow to stretch across his face, and more scowl than smile. "Perhaps you don't. Perhaps you have a good reason to. Perhaps I'm just so utterly offensive, that nobody in the craft can stand the sight of me." He looks about to say more, and then abruptly returns to his scrolls, shifting just slightly to close his body off from her.

Miralwyn arches an eyebrow. "Mindhealing may be my intended specialty, but we do not offer useless sympathy. If you wish that, seek it elsewhere." she returns smoothly and serenely, returning to her reading.

Alain snorts softly and derisively at her words, continuing in his reading. He does manage to notice the other apprentice shift out of his chair and begin ambling toward them in a nonchalant way. Alain buries his nose further in his scrolls, the expression on his face saying that if he could wave a magic wand and make Miralwyn disappear, he would do so most happily.

Alas, Miralwyn can be an evil witch when she wishes. And evil witches, according to fairytales, are depressingly impervious to magic wands. Although at the moment, it's not really evilness, but an odd amusement derived from poking at egos. She offers him another smile, and returns to her limericks.

"Alain's feeling cranky, no doubt.
As he sits on the couch with a pout.
He's feeling quite needled
With my little wheedles,
And would like to give me a good clout."

Alain opens his mouth immediately to reply, but chokes off his words as the other apprentice, a tall young man who's quite a bit huskier than Alain, reaches his side and leans over to murmur something into his ear, before giving him a knowing glance and disappearing into the dormitories. Alain sits with his mouth just hanging open for a long moment, and then offers a little choking cough, and pulls his legs up indian-style, actually /trying/ to hide his red face behind the scroll, now.

Miralwyn is really having a severe attack of limericks, the worse the better. All of them recited with a perfectly deadpan expression and tone, and nary a glance towards her victim.

"A good little apprentice is he.
'Though a butt for my unfeeling glee.
Now, apprentice Jarute,
Thinks he's rather cute.
So perhaps he will soon ignore me."

A wise Goonie once said, 'I've had all I can stand, and I can't stand no more! I got it! I got it! Oops...don't got it.' But that's beside the point. Alain slaps his hide down on his knee and turns an angry glare on Miralwyn.

"Miralwyn is quite an odd girl,
She'd make such a terrible wife,
the words that she's spewed
are all very rude
and to boot she makes nothing but strife."

He stands up, gathering his scrolls and growling, "Why don't you add /that/ little one to your collection?" he demands, and stalks away with what is apparently a rather heavy robe of dignity hurled angrily about himself. And deposits himself at a table on the /other/ side of the room.

Miralwyn's slight smile returns, and her eyes dance just faintly, although no other trace of amusement seeps out. "Why thank you, sir." she drawls. "And I think I will... Humility is a virtue, after all." She notes down the limerick as offered, taking the comment at face value, and not in the spirit it was obviously intended. "And I've never aspired to being a wife. I'll be no man's property, thank you very much." Oooh, did we just get a peek into the Inner Miralwyn there?

Alain's ignoring her isn't hard to achieve. Seeing as he's on the /other/ side of the room. With his back and shoulders stiff, he drops his things on the tabletop, spreading them out just so, and then setting pointedly in the chair that faces /away/ from the girl.

Miralwyn laughs quietly to herself, and returns to her studying, her amusement had and Diagnostics still to be learned, as Alain is apparently tuned out most effectively and she applies herself to reading. Pointed ignoring is really only effective if the target audience notices.

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