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You go to the Balcony Hallway.

Tolia nearly bumps into Liesana as she closes the door. "Hey, here you are. I was just headed to the stable." She grins. "Figured you'd be there long ago."

Liesana is leaning casually on the railing, listening to the drudges below sharing gossip. "Oh, I headed off down there, but then realized that I was forgetting something..." A smile over at her cousin.

Tolia joins Liesana at the railing. "Kind of you to remember. So, what're they talking about now?" she wonders, speaking softly so that the query doesn't carry to the drudges in question.

Liesana shrugs. "Not much, just about which of the apprentices are keeping company. I suppose the interest is that apprentices aren't supposed to be doing that, but most of it's old news..." A head shake, and she heads off to the staircase. "So, I doubt they'll mind an interruption."

Tolia smiles quietly. "Let me go down first," she requests mischievously. "I just love doing this." Casually but quietly, she starts descending the staircase, sneaking down on the drudges' conversation.

Liesana muffles a giggle, and silently waves her onwards, lurking about the top steps with an expression of unholy glee.

You descend to the ballroom.

Liesana steps silently down the curving staircase from the balcony hallway.

"Good morning!" Oli calls loudly and cheerfully to the drudges once she's snuck down the stairs to within a few yards of them, well within earshot. "What's the news today?"

Leyte literally jumps, setting off a small earthquake with her landing. She whirls about with surprising speed for a woman of her bulk, the other drudge vanishing under the stairs. "News? No news t'day, Journeywoman... Well no new news anywise..." A sickly smile creeps across her face, the poor drudge having had a rough time with regards to journeymen over the past few sevendays.

Tolia just beams at the drudge, far too cheerful for the hour of the morning. "What, haven't you heard about Fethrin and Mnori?" In fact, the drudges were just discussing that pair, how they'd been sneaking off. "It'll be a second offense for Mnori, you know. That girl..." she shakes her head ruefully.

"Fethrin... Mnori...?" Urk. Drudge has managed to look more stricken. "Ye mean t' say ye knew about 'em? Well, in that case I see no harm in admittin' t' some knowin' myself." Drudge apparently not clued in to the fact that journeymen do not suddenly appear from thin air, and that Oli's probably overheard.

Liesana snickers appreciatively, but quietly from her hiding spot behind one of the balcony pillars. Approving look clearly reads 'That's my cousin...'

"And Dorias," Oli continues, without giving any details; this one she's making up. "Shells and shards, when will that boy learn? Ah, well, I'm off. Tell Jeranium I'll be back this afternoon if you see him, will ye?" She knows full well the poor drudges avoid the orchestra director like the plague. Still, she smiles cheerfully and nods to the both of them.

Leyte nods sharply, and mutters to herself distractedly as she gathers her brooms. "Fethrin... Mnori... Dorias?"

Tolia beckons to Liesana as she strides, journeywoman-like, across to the Hold. Once out of earshot, she softly mumbles to her cousin. "That'll keep 'em wondering for a while." She flashes a covert grin.

Liesana slips out from behind her pillar, permitting herself a quiet laugh as she falls into step with her cousin. "Oli, you are truly evil!" is her quiet exclamation, which, from Liesana, is quite the compliment.

Tolia laughs, still quietly; much of the hold is still sleeping. "Thank you, my dear cousin." You go to the Great Hall.

Liesana steps silently in from the Main Hall and Ballroom.

Liesana steps silently through the great doors into the courtyard.

You pass through the great doors into the courtyard.

You walk down a few steps into the courtyard.

Liesana steps silently to the Stables.

You go to the Ista Hold Stables.

Tolia is still amused by the drudges by the time she arrives in the stable. "So, my friend Storm," she approaches Liesana's mare with a lump of sweetening. "How are you this morning?"

Liesana walks in from the outside world, still grinning slightly about the incident herself, as she approches Obelisk with a nice, crunchy fingerroot. "Now, we're going to go out for a nice ride, Obelisk... And we're going to come back friends, right?" The dark-coated gelding is given an affectionate pat, hinting that, despite all her disparaging remarks about his behavior, she rather likes the big fellow.

Storm Dancer whuffles softly, and stretches an arched neck to get at the sweetening. Anyone who comes bearing treats is acceptable to the mare, at least for the moment.

"He is a handsome guy, isn't he?" Oli admires the gelding's conformation. "Better than his owner, that's for sure," she jokes, patting the mare as she makes friends. "Good lady. How about tacking up, then?"

Liesana nods over to her cousin. "Her saddle's on that rack over there, and that lovely bridle you gave me ought to be hanging below it..." Another pat for Obelisk, and she steps over to where Kurt's tack is kept, returning, and placing it over the stall door as she clips Obelisk into some cross-ties.

Tolia retrieves the saddle and bridle. "These your brushes?" she wonders, pulling the bridle up onto her shoulder so she can grab a brush with a semi-free hand. She squints at one. "They've got grey hairs on them."

Liesana nods. "Yep, those'd be mine. My lady with the grey coat does tend to leave her mark on her equipment. A similar search of grooming implements is made, but without Kurt afoot, she settles on a set that she hopes belongs to him.

Tolia unburdens herself by putting the tack over the stall door, slipping inside. "Now, hold still," she pats the mare amiably, then starts in with the brush, "while I give you a massage."

Liesana chuckles, and starts whisking the dust off her own mount, jumping out of the way of an errant hoof a few times, but Obelisk is being mostly cooperative. "There's a fine fellow... easy there..."

Tolia does a quick check of hooves; of course they're all fine -- with the attention Storm Dancer gets, there's hardly any dust on the mare's coat, and she's done with grooming far faster than she ever was with any of her runners. "Now, be nice to me, it's been a while since I've put a saddle on," she requests of the grey mare, arranging saddle and pad appropriately, if a bit awkwardly.

Storm Dancer bobs her head, and whuffles softly, turning her head in the ties to nibble at Oli's hair again.

"Hey, you're gonna give me a haircut if I let you, aren't you?" Oli tugs the girth snug before ducking away from the mare's nibbling. With a second check, she's satisfied -- for now. "We'll get that again outside," she promises, not that Storm really wants to hear that. "Okay, open your mouth," she requests. "Please?" Working her fingers into the sensitive spot where the bit will go, she holds the bridle, ready to slip it on in an instant.

A quick clean-out of hooves, and a few tugs at mane and forelock, and Liesana is also busily tacking up the dark bay gelding, whisking around and under and over the stall. A moving target is harder to hit? Naw, she's just looking forward to the ride. Bit is introduced quickly, with a finger inserted into the gap 'tween molars and front teeth, and the bridle is slipped over the ears. With a careful arrangement of Obelisk's forelock, and the offer of another fingerroot, she takes the reins in a hand, and prepares to venture out into the great outdoor, suggesting to Oli "Try giving her another bit of sweetening, she'll open her mouth for that." A stern look at her irascible mare, who's supposed to be showing off how well-trained she is.

"I bet she will." At the risk of making the mare slightly less friendly, Oli uses the old trick of pinching in just the right spot, forcing the jaws apart just enough. The bit is in in a flash, the headstall in place before the mare can quite realize what happened. "Good girl," she praises, trying to make up for it. "Here we go." She leads the mare from the stall, halting her to close the door behind them.

Liesana grins, and gestures to the door with a free hand, "Shall we?" Not wanting to mount Obelisk in an enclosed area, just in case... Reins are given a tug, and she leads the tall gelding out to the courtyard.

Liesana leads Obelisk.

Liesana steps silently to the Courtyard.

Obelisk trots to the Courtyard.

You lead Storm Dancer.

You go to the 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 a spring before dawn. Perched on a windowsill are Hercules, Sofia, Infinity, Romain, Blazer, Red Baron, Sweets, Shyon, and Luna. You see Nemesis, Treasure Trove, Cole's Knick-Nack Shack, Trader Wagon, Artaq, Ironheart, Firelizard Fancy, Rex, Shanti, and Obelisk here. Liesana is here. Obvious exits: Ista Hold Dock, Main Beach, Great Doors, Guard Office, Stables,

Storm Dancer moves with feet that condescend to touch ground in from the Ista Hold Stables.

"Think she'll forgive me for that?" Tolia leads the mare out into the open courtyard, checking the girth again as she pulls the stirrup free.

Liesana nods, as she checks the stirrup length on the saddle beside her. "Probably respects you more for that." she avers. "Shows you know what you're doing... She's none to tolerant of /rank/ beginners." The other stirrup is run down, then adjusted, and with a final check of the girth, she's soon aboard, scrambling a little bit as she remembers too late that Obelisk has about two extra hands' height on her dainty little mare. "Ooof."

Liesana swings up onto Obelisk's back.

You vault lightly onto Storm Dancer's back.

From Storm Dancer's back, Tolia shifts in her seat, testing the stirrup length as she stands, then sits again. "Whoa," she tells the mare, checking the eager forward motion with an automatic gesture with the reins. "Not yet."

From Obelisk's back, Liesana grins, and settles herself in the saddle, commenting lightly "I'd forgotten how high a tall runner can seem." as she keeps Obelisk holding steady, despite his obvious wishes to the contrary.

From Storm Dancer's back, Tolia grins at Liesana, turning the mare in a small circle to look back at her cousin. "Just wait until you trot him."

From Obelisk's back, Liesana winces theatrically. "From watching poor Kurt jouncing along on board him, I think my skills at posting will be given a workout." A gloved hand reaches down to pat the dark mane beneath her, and she grins "Shall we hit the beach?" With a cluck, and a bit of leg pressure, she sends the gelding forward at a prancing walk.

Obelisk trots towards the beach.

From Storm Dancer's back, Tolia closes her legs, and the runner moves daintily forward. "Wait up!" she calls, not wanting to go too fast just yet.

You walk towards the beach.

You stand on the sandy main beach.

From Storm Dancer's back, Tolia calls, trailing behind, "Hey, not too fast. I'm rusty here!" She signals the mare to a trot, old muscles automatically kicking in as she posts.

From Obelisk's back, Liesana chuckles, and cuts Obelisk's speed back to what, in a more comfortable beast, would be a sitting trot. But she keeps on posting. "Oh, alright, I'll go easy on you..." she grins. "Although my back is telling me to move up to a canter or else..."

From Storm Dancer's back, Oli urges the mare forward, not that she really needed to; in fact, Storm breaks into a canter before her rider gathers her reins up again to bring her back to a trot. Her ears prick forward, her attention on all the wonderful sights and sounds of the beach.

Gilderoy appears from thin air, suddenly present with his sweeping bronze wings and svelte form -- isn't he dreamy?

The waves roll up nearly to Obelisk's feet with the tide, and a few firelizards wing through the shoreline trees. Hidden in the morning shadows, a small, unassuming gold firelizard begins to hiss warningly, slinking atop a lumpy mound of sand.

From Obelisk's back, Liesana continues to glance back at Oli, the occasional forward check of their progress not turning up anything frightening, to her mind at least. "Race you to to bonfire circle!" she calls, sending Obelisk into a quick canter, and sighing with relief at the end of the jouncing trot.

Fango walks, cane tapping the floor ahead of him, in from the courtyard.

Gilderoy glides across the beach toward the gold, hoping to assist in as gentlemanly a fashion as he can. He presents himself only to be received with more hissing, and decides to impress the gold from afar. He alights on a nearby scrap of driftwood, waiting for his chance.

From Storm Dancer's back, Tolia laughs, not having much luck at keeping the eager Storm quiet anyway. "Sure, why not?" She gives the mare her head. "To the bonfire!" she urges the runner, leaning forward in easy balance. Old habits die hard.

From Obelisk's back, Liesana grins, and sends the gelding forward at a gallop, leaning forward in an imitation of a jockey's crouch, and unaware that her course is leading them straight for the wild gold, as her hair mixes with the mane beneath her, and she listens only to the singing of the wind.

At the approach of the thundering hooves, the wild gold rises up in a panic, instincts vying within -- fight or flight. If it weren't for the clutch she protects -- but she stands her ground, suddenly spreading her wings and drawing herself up as large as she can in an all-out effort to deter the runnerbeasts from their course of imminent destruction. She screams, a wild, shrill call that cuts above the noise of surf and gallop, and flutters forward to defend.

Amid squeaks and squawks, and the sweep-tap of his cane floating on the breeze around him, Fango approaches. At a particularly indignant squawk, he finally sighs, "Fine. Have it your way. Get in trouble. See if I care." And with that he opens the top of his shoulderbag, releasing his own three 'lizards in a flurry of wings and scolding chitters. Eventually, the three find perches, blue upon a log beside the brown, and the bronze (surprisingly enough) upon Fango's shoulder. Fango freezes at beating hooves and the shrill sound of the wild gold, trying to make some sense out of it... But rather then risk getting trampled, he backs away a few steps.

From Obelisk's back, Liesana manages one short shriek as Obelisk suddenly rears, and plunges, sending her flying from the saddle to land on the beach amidst a sickening crack of bone. And she mercifully lapses into unconsciousness soon after hitting the sands.

From Storm Dancer's back, Tolia, well behind her racing cousin, hears the scream of the firelizard before she sees the danger. "Lies! Watch out!" With a sudden signal from her own bronze, she gathers the mare back in, only to give her her head once more.

"Liesana!" she calls urgently, pulling Storm to a sudden halt and sliding to the ground. Obelisk is let free; her concern is for her cousin as she fends off the defensive gold in an effort to get to the now unconscious girl.

You drop gently down from Storm Dancer's back.

Fango steps forward at a squeak from his small bronze, eyebrows wrinkled a little bit. "What's wrong?" he calls. Of course, he knows something must be wrong but he's got to figure out some way to find out what it is. "Perhaps I can help?" he takes one more step forward, listening carefully for sounds of possibly approaching hooves.

Tolia, still holding Storm Dancer's reins, kneels at Liesana's side. "Shells. Lies," she exclaims softly, inexpertly checking for injury -- obviously, there's something. "Are you a healer?" she responds to the man's query, squinting across the sand to his approaching form.

Fango blinks and shakes his head a little, "No...just a weaver, ma'am...I might find one for you..." Though it'd probably be quicker for Tolia to do it herself... "What happened?" he asks, looking more than a little confused.

"My cousin fell off... Shards," Oli mutters, contemplating now having to catch the runner who tossed Liesana. "She's out cold." Storm Dancer lowers her head to sniff at the unconscious form of her usual rider, and the journeywoman tugs her head away for fear that she'll do harm.

Fango raises a single eyebrow, "Oh...well..sorry..." he doesn't seem to know what to do, but the bronze on his head chitters and launches into the air, circling above the two girls. "Um...anything I can help with?" he seems kinda doubtful, but he'll do what he can, obviously.

"Can you hold Storm for me, and keep her away from Liesana?" Tolia bites her lip in concern, not wanting to leave the girl as she's fallen, but afraid that in moving her, she might not be helping; so she leaves her be, and stands. "I've got to catch that runnerbeast." The term is almost a slur on the animal's heritage, the way she says it.

Fango is 18 Turns, 2 months, and 22 days old.

Fango blinks a little bit, "Um...yes...I suppose so..." Not that he knows who Storm is. He shuffles forward a bit uncertainly, holding one hand out awkwardly, not quite sure what it is he's volunteering to hold..

Tolia leads the mare over to Fango, then pauses, equally as awkwardly, as she realizes her mistake. In a moment of abrupt silence, she studies the young man's expression; "Oh. Um... here." She takes the offered hand, places the reins in it, and guides it to touch Storm's soft muzzle. "She's well trained, shouldn't be any problem. Okay?" Dubious, but it's an emergency; use any resource that appears.

Fango takes a deep breath. Oh. Runner. Wonderful. "Okay.." he replies, managing a little smile. He holds the reins in his hand tightly and pats the runner gently. "Nice girl.." he whispers, nearly inaudibly to any but the runner.

"Thanks," Oli sighs gratefully. "I'll be right back." Under her breath, she adds a quick, "I hope." Soon as she catches the runner, who's now at the far end of the beach and slightly calmer. She jogs down the strip of sand, covering ground in a hurry. "Gil," she instructs her own bronze, who has taken up following her, "Watch Liesana." She emphasizes the command with a gesture, and the firelizard takes up a guarding post. "Alright, beast. C'mon back, Obelisk!" She tries to keep her tone light; any frustration will simply make the black gelding harder to catch.

Andreana wonders around looking for something to do or someone to talk to.

Fango pats the runner gently once more, his 'lizard still chittering with a mixture of curiousity and cautious. Certainly the silly thing doesn't understand how serious it is. "Gullah. Hush." he instructs, and is duly ignored as the young one settles into the sand near Liesana.

Tolia continues on her quest to catch the runaway Obelisk, approaching the sable gelding with hand held out and a cautious air. "C'mon, fellow. It's alright." Okay, maybe it isn't; Liesana is, after all, unconscious on the sand after having been thrown off the runnerbeast. Almost to his side, she makes a gentle motion to catch the reins.

Mohan suddenly disappears ::between::!

Andreana walks up towards the steep trail.

Fango listens silently to Tolia's gentle words to the runnerbeast. He, however, is not all that comfortable around the one whose reigns he is holding at the moment, it would seem. But considering, he's actually doing pretty good.

Storm Dancer shifts nervously, reacting to the man who's uncertainly holding her. She lowers her head to sniff at the sand, snorting it away, but stays relatively still.

Fango raises an eyebrow, frowning at the shifting, and trying to avoid taking a step away and scaring Storm or something. "It's okay..." he mutters, reaching a timid hand to pat the head of the creature.

Tolia closes her hands around Obelisk's reins, reaching a hand up to soothe the gelding as he throws his head up, wide-eyed, at being caught. "C'mon, y'dope." The words may not be nice, but her tone never strays from a calm, positive sound. "Stupid beast. You're lucky, you know, that you're not in my dad's herd." Upbeat, she leads the runner calmly back across the beach, not rushing despite the fact that her own heart is pounding.

This young and spirited gelding is in his prime, his nostrils are often flared alertly. Conformation suggests standardbreed parentage, with his gorgeous chestnut coat glistening along his well defined muscles. A long and silky mane and tail are a few shades darker than the coat, as is the tail. A pattern spreads accross his active hindquarters looking as though someone took a bleaching agent and splashed it, leaving a image that brings to mind a shooting star. His hooves are neatly trimmed, and just as neatly shod. His eyes watch attentively, the twitching of the hind leg warns of his skittishness. In reality, he's a bit of a bluffer and not prone to unwarranted bouts of temper. Obelisk is 7 Turns, 8 months, and 20 days old.

As Oli leads Obelisk back from the far end of the beach, Gilderoy chirps once, peering concernedly over a stirring Liesana. Quickening her step, the journeywoman reaches her cousin's side, holding the gelding's reins firmly. "Liesana?" She kneels, a hand on the young woman's shoulder.

Liesana looks very fragile, as she lies curled on the ground, lower right leg twisted at an impossible angle. The wherhide of her riding breeches is unscarred, but something's obviously wrong, as she slowly regains consciousness and a hissing string of curses is what greets Oli's query, the harper lass still too proud to indulge in tears.

Tolia lets out a great sigh of relief. "You're back. Faranth, girl, you scared me." She bites her lip, and stays Obelisk from his startlement at the injured's curses. "That doesn't look too good."

Liesana shakes her head, keeping a rigid grip on any fear welling up at the first look she takes at her leg. "No, I don't think it is," she agrees, hissing as she pulls herself to a sitting position, facade of calm control shattered by the involuntary trembling of her hands. "Broken, certainly, and I can feel blood." The detached air continues, as she starts rolling up the pantleg to have a look, most likely not fully aware that she's the one injured.

Tolia's face pales. "How about we just get you inside?" she suggests; Obelisk prances restlessly, distracting her. "And these guys..." She glances at Storm Dancer, thankfully quiet in Fango's uncertain care. "Can you lean on me, or on Storm? I'm afraid I can't carry you, but I can go get someone..." Who? Who knows. She has a habit of recruiting the first available people.

Liesana nods again, shock clearly insulating her from the worst repercussions of the fall. "Yeah, I think that would be good. Just go put Storm and Obelisk away, and I'll wait right here..." Not really in full posession of her wits, but can you blame her?

Tolia hesitates. "You sure?" But she's really got little choice. "Gil, watch her." The bronze has been doing nothing but, actually, and rattles his wings in an affirmative sort of response. "Send him to get me if anything happens. Anything," she almost scolds Liesana in her concern. "I'll be right back. Do you want a blanket, or anything?"

Liesana nods. "Yeah, I suppose I'd like a blanket," she says, a little dreamily. "I think there's one in my carrysack, but there's no need to trouble yourself..." Gilderoy is regarded with the same intesity that he turns on her. "That's a really nice bronze you've got there, Oli."

"No, I'll get it." Tolia insists, temporarily tethering Obelisk to a tree at the edge of the beach while she retrieves the carisack. "So much for a picnic," she jokes, more lightly than she really feels, to Liesana as she shakes out the blanket before handing it to her cousin. "Anything else?"

Liesana ponders that question intently as she accepts the blanket, finally admitting "Well, if you see Journeyman Janlis, tell him that I won't be able to make the archiving class today." A furrowed brow. "I hope he won't think I'm just making excuses..." The green firelizard that's attached herself to the girl's neck glares ferociously at all comers, earning a reprimand from her half-there mistress. "Easy, Angelique, I'm fine..."

Tolia is struck momentarily speechless. "I think I'll be back before I deliver any messages, but I'll keep that in mind," she finally replies. Turning on her heels, she moves with more speed than usual as she retrieves Obelisk and Storm, leading them at a trot toward the courtyard.

*** time passes, Liesana is brought to the Healer Hall... ***

Kristopher spritely wanders into the infirmary, putting some packages and other things away, chatting about nothing in particular with Journeyman Ecks. Glancing up and around, he notices there's a patient left in here. "Hello, has someone attended to you yet?"

The big, strong Guardsman who'd carried Liesana in from the beach has long since fled, so the Harper lass takes it upon herself to answer, 'though the words are rather clipped. "Not yet, Kristopher," She's still clad in her riding gear, and the tough wherhide of her breeches hides the extent of the injury, although there is something obviously wrong with the way her right leg is aligned, not to mention the fact that she's rather pale under her tan.

Kristopher nods. "Ah, oh, hi Liesana... haven't seen you in a while." he makes small talk to keep her mind occupied as he and Ecks wash their hands with redwort, and move over to the cot, the journeyman carrying, among other medical supplies, a pair of shears to cut away the material from around the injury. Kristopher hands her a glass of water, and two pills, explaining, as Ecks cuts the pantleg away, high enough above the injury so as to get a clear view of what's going on, "Take these, they'll help ease the pain."

Liesana nods, and takes pills and glass with a grateful look. With them swallowed, she allows a wan smile. "I've been busy," she avers. "So today was supposed to be a bit of a rest..." The irony of the situation isn't lost on her, as her sense of humour is rather firmly entrenched. A distinct wince as the Journeyman begins to trim away her pantleg. "How long before these things take effect?" Oli is given another slight smile.

Tolia slips in quietly, peering about until she locates Liesana and approaches, looking concerned.

Kristopher smiles warmly, flicking his head to the side to dislodge his bangs, the streak of gold which identifies him distinctively as Kurt's older brother. "Shouldn't be long. In fact, by the time we're ready you should feel very little pain, maybe a little discomfort." when Ecks ever so gently peels the remainder of the pantleg off, slicing vertically to just cut it away, he nods. "You'll be just fine. They don't even make you very drowsy."

"I've got Storm and Obelisk all taken care of," Oli tells Liesana softly, then looks to Kris, since he seems to be doing the talking while the journeyman works. "How bad is it?" She reaches out a hand to Liesana, minor moral support.

Kristopher narrows his dark eyes as he peers down at the wound with the Journeyman. Ecks responds "Compound fracture. Breaking the surface slightly. Wash the wound with redwort. I'll get a splint set up." Kristopher nods and washes his hands again in the stuff, then soaks a towel in it. "Hold very still. This may sting just a little." redwort isn't that bad, but some people are wimps. Like his brother. Oi. Gently he dabs around the wound, washing the area clean. He dips his fingertips in a slick oil, to keep the numbweed from numbing his fingers, then dips them into the tin, applying a generous amount up and down the leg, ensuring that she would feel as little as possible. "Now. we'll just wait for that to settle in before we continue." he very very carefully applies some to the underside of her leg, then towels his hands off. "How are you doing?"

Tolia doesn't look directly at the injury itself -- watching her cousin's face is bad enough. "Lies, I've got a class to teach in a minute. Are you going to be okay here?"

Liesana squeezes Oli's hand. "I think I'll live..." she assures them, tangibly relaxing as the pain eases. "In fact, this all looks rather interesting, in a way." Now that it's not hurting so much, she's starting to take a ghoulish interest in the proceedings, although it's not like she's got anything better to do.

Tolia rolls her eyes, taking Liesana's grisly interest as enough of an answer. "Right, you'll be okay," she interprets. "I'll send Gil in to keep an eye on you," she offers, "If you don't mind?" The permission is asked of the healers. "He's quiet, generally."

Kristopher pats the opposite ankle. "We'll take good care of her. Are you in much pain? We're going to set the bone now." digging into his satchel, he removes a few dozen packets of tea and herbs, and lays one of each kind out in front of her on the bed where she can see, while the Journeyman begins to seek out the spot to slam the bone back into place. Distraction is always good. She'll feel it, but at least it won't be as bad as if he hadn't taken the precautions. "This is willowsalic. It'll help you relax, and reduce some of the pain. Chamomile will also help you relax, but won't make you as drowsy. This is an herb that will reduce the pain as well. IT's best to take the Willowsalic before bed time, and take the others when you get up in the morning. Put a touch of ambersap in them, and they'll taste just fine." he puts the herbs into a leather drawstring pouch for her, waving it to draw her attention just as Ecks *pushes* the bone back into place with a SNAP.

Liesana convulses involuntarily as the bone is set, although she manages a weak grin for her cousin. "I take back what I said!" she gasps. "This is not at all amusing!" Then she returns her attention to the herbs. "How long should I be taking them?"

Tolia winces, even, and she's not the one feeling it. "I'll check on you as soon as I'm out of class, Lies," she promises. "Just a couple of hours."

Gilderoy appears from thin air, suddenly present with his sweeping bronze wings and svelte form -- isn't he dreamy?

Kristopher pats her on the shoulder reassuringly. "You did very well, Liesana. You can take the herbs regularly for about 3-4 sevendays, and then when things begin to heal, then you can take it once a day or twice a day as needed. Comfrey and Willowsalic are the best." he nods to Tolia. "Sure...he can stay in here."

Kazul zips from the cold blackness of ::between::!

Tolia holds up her hand to attract the bronze firelizard's attention, and he follows her gesture to a perch near Liesana. "See, I knew he'd get tired of annoying the herdbeasts," she jokes to her cousin. "Now, Gil, you keep her company, okay?" Eyes whirling, the young firelizard fixes his gaze almost disconcertingly on the harper apprentice. "Right,"

Oli nods. "Thank you," she adds to both healers. With a slight hesitation, she then squeezes her cousin's hand, grins encouragingly, and heads for the door.

Liesana nods, and nods again. "Three to four sevendays... got it." Tolia gets yet another reassuring smile. "Take as long as you need. See if you can drag Kurt by... I've a few choice comments about his runnerbeast..." An attempt at a twinkle.

Tolia winks back. "I'll send him in if I see him," she promises cheerfully.

Tolia walks lightly to the Healer Passage.

Kristopher helps to hold the splint boards in place while Ecks wraps the bandage snugly. "Altogether it will be ten to eleven sevendays before it's healed completely. Now, it's up to you whether you want to go back to the dorms tonight, or if you want to stay here. There's a pair of crutches you can use."

Kazul zips in from between and lands on a post near Lies. Chirp. Chrip. chirrirp. He seems to be excited yet curious, he tips his head slightly sideways then back again in curiosity.

Kristopher points to the lizard. "Out. Have some respect."

Kazul looks at Kristopher and gives a sharp hiss at him then quiets his chirping as he watches Lies, can't he pay a friend a visit? Or is that against the law?

Liesana watches as another familiar firelizard winks in, and offer a wry smile. "Seeing as how my friends have no doubt been alerted to my condition, I might just take a night in the infirmary, or I'll undoubtedly be mothered to death by the lot of 'em." She nods to the firelizard. "Go on, Kazul, tell your mistress to come visit in person." Yes, she's talking to a firelizard. Perhaps she can palm it off on the pills?

Kazul nods to Lies with understanding, his eyes whirl faster to a sharp green. He seems to be summoning his lifemate. Then he flicks his wings and flys into the air to go between. Kazul zips into the cold blackness of ::between::!

Kristopher frowns. "That's it. Only Tolia's lizard can stay. The rest stay out."

Cattana runs in happily and skids to a stop, in from the Healer Passage.

Liesana chuckles at that. "I assume I can include my green along with Tolia's lizard? Somehow I doubt she'd listen if I told her to leave..." Indeed, as the flitter in question has perched herself on the end of the bed, shooting baleful stares at any who approach. Cattana is given a smile. "Heya Catt."

Cattana walks in and spys Lies, who seems to be the only patient here. "Now how did you end up here? Kazul just told me about you bein here!" She seems to take a childish scolding tone but a twinkle in her eye says otherwise. "Hello green Angel." She greets Lies’ firelizard with a scratch on the eye ridge. "Sorry for Kazul comin in here, hes with me but i'll keep his mouth shut, along with Magentica's...." She eyes Kristopher who she backs away from. She walks over to Lies' bed.

Liesana allows a wry grin. "Believe it or not, I wasn't trying to get out of classes... This is a little more than I'd submit to for that." She shifts to a slightly more comfortable position, and examines the new cast with an air of interest. "Oli and I went a-riding this morning. I borrowed Kurt's Obelisk, who got spooked by a wild gold, and sent me sailing. And I didn't exactly land too well..."

Kristopher rolls his eyes and puts his pack down. "Who are you?" he asks Cattana pointedly. "If you don't know how to act in an infirmary, then you're not to be in here. You or your firelizards. Out." he aims a finger at the door. "I'll not have people acting like children in here."

Cattana squints her eyes at Kristopher. "How can I not act like a child when I am one?" She asks in a polite tone. She turns to Lies again. "Not trained too well? Would your runner spook over a wild gold?" She shifts feet as if very nervous to be in the healer hall. She scratches Kazul's head, who is silently reasuring her by rubbing cheek to cheek. "So how long before you get out of this......" She stops for a moment and eyes Kristopher "....here?"

Sarin slips in, spotting the person she sought. "Hey, Liesana. How are you?" she asks, keeping her voice down as she moves closer to her friend.

Journeyman Ecks looks up from his work. "When you reach the age to join a craft, you're no longer a child. Now you will leave this infirmary or I will have you removed. You will learn respect, and I will have a note sent to your crafthall telling them that you're obviously immature. Now which will it be? Do I have to have you removed?" Kristopher nods at the Journeyman's words and returns to finishing the dressing around Liesana's leg, tying it off carefully, yet snugly.

Liesana shrugs as she addresses Cattana. "I'll stay here overnight or so, save you lot the trouble of putting up with me for a while... And no, my runner probably wouldn't have spooked as violently as Obelisk." She shoo's Catt off, with a quiet "I'll see you later... It's not worth the trouble for you to stay." She smiles, offering a wave to Sarin, who's mode of entry seems a lot more conduicive to her being permitted to stay.

Sarin does a double take at the healer's words. He wasn't talking to her, was he? She looks around, trying to determine who might have incurred his wrath. "Hi, Cattana," she says slowly, confused. Tired, still, brain isn't yet functioning at optimum.

Kayla walks with a happy smile in from the Healer Passage.

Lionel pads in happily with a friendly harper smile in from the Healer Passage.

Cattana lowers her head and waves to Lies, obviously very sad. "....Bye Lies...." She scrambles out of the healer hall on fast feet, head still bent.

Kayla leads the reluctant Lio in behind her. She looks around, frowning. "Lio needs a healer."

Cattana runs in happily and skids to a stop, to the Healer Passage.

Kristopher sighs. "What is it with Harpers today? Have a seat. I'll be with you in a moment."

Lionel sighs and cups a hand over Kay's ear, "It seems they have their hands full...let's come back tomorrow.."

Sarin moves over to Liesana's side. "Hear you broke your leg. What happened?" she asks, sending a wave to the two newest arrivals. "Fell off a runner or something?" she questions Liesana

Kayla hmphs, leading him over and plopping him down onto a seat. "Oh, don't be silly. You could be sicker by then."

Lionel pouts and nods to Sarin before regarding Kay again, "That's ridiculous...I feel fine..really?" He tries cajoling his way out of this mess. What was he thinking!?

Liesana's eyes alight as she overhears the entering Kayla's comment. "Harperboy needs a Healer...?" This whole broken leg thing is getting better by the minute. She offers a sweet little smile from her cot, then turns to Sarin. "That's exactly what happened, although to be fair, it was neither my fault 'nor the beast's." Although Kurt will no doubt hear a different opinion.

Kristopher points to an empty cot and chair. "Have a seat. If you're going to be in here, for Faranth's sake be quiet." he takes his listening tube and glowtube and approaches. "Open your tunic."

Lio cajoling Kay? That'll be the day. "Oh, hush. You're sick. Now stay there." She plops down beside him.

Kristopher warms Kristopher's Listening Tube.

Sarin chuckles. "I'll take your word for that. How long do you think you'll be trapped in here?" she questions, taking a seat beside Liesana. She rubs at her eyes a bit, and some more of the charcoal and ink from her cheek gets transfered there. She really ought to do something about those stains...

Lionel sighs and sits down in the cot, leaving his seat for Kay. He then opens his shirt reluctantly and looks towards Kayla, "Okay okay..."

Kristopher leans down with the tube in his ears, listening to Lionel's lungs. To Sarin, he replies. "She can go home tonight, or tomorrow, it's really up to her. Broken bones don't generally require a stay, but it's always good to be certain she's had a good rest and not reacting to any medicines..." he nods as he listens to his breathing. "You have a cold." he says simply. "Take two of these in the morning, and one at night, and you'll be cleared up in a sevenday. Colds just have to run its course, but this will help with the symptoms."

Lionel grins slowly and nods, "That's all?" Yay! No stays at least! His firelizards hidden in his rucksack let out a little 'victorious' chirp.

Fife glides to the Healer Passage.

Sarin nods to the healer. "That's good. Can't have you cooped up inside when there's pranking-" she stops abrubtly and grins. "I mean learning to be done," she corrects herself with a wry look on her face.

Liesana waves a hand over at Kristopher, after thanking Journeyman Ecks as he finishes bandaging her leg. "What he said" she twinkles, the medications restoring her to her usual cheeriness, even if only for a while. Lionel gets a mock-pout from across the room. "What? Not going to come laugh at your poor, injured friend?"

Lionel hmms and looks over at Lies, "What happened to you Lies? I didn't know you were here!"

Sarin chuckles. "Good thing he isn't, I wouldn't let him get away with it," she remarks with a smirk.

Kristopher waves the other harpers quiet. "Quiet. There are patients here trying to sleep, you know. SHHH."

Kayla looks from the healer to the harperboy with a smile, patting Lio's shoulder.

Lionel quiets down and looks up over at Kay and just smiles. He'll keep the peace...for now..at least until Kris turns his back.. ;P

Liesana points down at her neatly splinted and dressed leg. "Oli and I went out for a ride on the beach this morning," she comment quietly, although with a trace of ironic humour, "Taking a break from classes and marking. And I ended up taking a lesson in flying." Kristopher is turned to again, with a question. "Speaking of lessons, will I need to rest this thing at all?" Glee at possibly getting to miss History wars with dismay at getting behind.

Kristopher nods. "You can go to lessons just fine, just put your foot up and rest your leg. You should probably take a couple of days off, then you can return to lessons as normal. I'm sure they'll let you out of chores until you're better, though I wouldn't count on getting out of it completely, you don't need your legs to copy hides." he glances at Lionel and asks "Did you need anything else?"

Kayla smiles, dipping her hand into her pocket, comming out with a very small bag. "Here ya go." She offers the incentive she used to get him here to the harperboy. Kayla glances around before giving him a wink. "Don't open it yet." Kayla hands Wooden Ring to Lionel.

Lionel smiles and nods, taking Kayla's offering before looking back up at Kristopher, "Well unless you had some wine, I don't think I need anything else..." He smirks.

Kristopher frowns. "That's not funny. It's against the rules for apprentices to drink." he snaps his fingers "I've heard of you before. Perhaps you should be enrolled in healer classes to break your addiction."

Kayla frowns towards Lio. "I told you to not do that in public." Just what the 'that' is, is questionable.

Liesana smiles quietly at the interplay between Harper and Healer, before reclining back on her cot, thinking that a nap might be an excellent idea, although she keeps her eyes partially open to watch for any new developments. "Will I need to come back here at all, once I leave?" she inquires, dreamily thinking it best to have her questions taken care of before the mood shifts too greatly, and staring back at the bronze and green 'lizards perched at the foot of the bed, whirling eyes riveted on her.

Lionel grins widely, "Well its against the rules to drink to excess, I believe, but heard of me? Little old me? I think you must be mistaken..I'm just your average, everyday harper that has nothing better to do than be in your presense, oh high and mighty healer." Smile.

Kristopher nods. "You've been in here before, because you got drunk on the beach. You," he points to Liesana. "Were also in here because you pulled a prank on my brother." he glances back to Lionel and asks. "Do you know who I am?" he chuckles.

Kayla bites her lower lip, murmurring thanks to Faranth that she wasn't pulled in here with Lio on that night.

Lionel hmmms and thinks carefully, "Second-in-line to become Masterhealer? I don't know!" He chuckles and shakes his head, "And how do you know it was me and not one of my colleagues that was this so called drunk apprentice? Surely not I would ever do such a thing, good sir."

Liesana rolls her eyes, and pretends to go to sleep. Silly Harperboy can go and get himself into trouble if he wishes, she'll not stop him. But she will keep an ear out for the news...

Kristopher snorts and glances sideways at Liesana, smirking. "I'm Journeyman Kurt's older brother. You can't pull a fast one on me. I know exactly who you are and every time you've ever been caught drinking, or been spotted drinking. Or been in here because of your drinking, or someone else in here because of drinking. I think you have a problem."

Kayla keeps her eyes on Lionel, watching his reaction to all of this.

Lionel drops his jaw in disbelief, "Hey wait a sec, you can't blame me if someone else was drinking! And me, I hardly touch the stuff..only a glass or two...on occasions..really! I'm innocent!" He starts to creep towards the hallway, "I can go get Kurt and he can vouch for me..yes he can...just got to go get Kurt..I bet he'd love to see you anyways too.."

Kristopher gestures to a cot. "Sit."

Lionel sighs and drags his feet back to said cot and...sits.. "But really, I've only been in here ONCE before..how can I have a problem if this is my second time? I'm just a little sick is all..a cold right? Can't a Harper get sick ONCE in his life?"

Liesana is finding it exceedingly difficult to maintain her 'sleeping' pose. Strange expressions twist her face as she attempts to keep from laughing. Eyelids open just a crack as she decides that some things have to be seen to be believed.

Ecks clears his throat. "Quiet. Settle down." Kristopher sighs. "Do you realize what the long term effects on the body from alcohol are, Lionel?"

Lionel grins, "I do, so I've been told."

Kayla leans back against the wall, gaze flickering between the healer and the harper, a steady frown on her lips.

Kristopher frowns. "You shouldn't smile. Obviously you don't if you think it's funny. If you don't want to get sick and be in here more often, lay off the Benden, ok?"

Lionel puts on a solemn face and nods, "Okay okay.."

Liesana highly doubts that, but those who are asleep can't comment, so she merely allows herself an internal snicker, 'waking up', and fishing a book from her carrysack, ostensibly to read from.

A little blue chirps and flys out of its hiding place to light on Lio's shoulder, nuzzling his cheek softly and crooning at his poor pet's treatment. Lionel releases Aries, who launches into the air.

Sarin clamps a hand over her mouth, she is now sufficiently awake to have to make an effort not to laugh. She casts a glance at Liesana and nearly looses her self control. Then, remembering a certain incident, she turns serious. "Honestly, Lionel, he's right. You can seriously hurt yourself if you're drunk. I don't think you're thick skulled enough to go swimming after drinking on an empty stomach," grimace, "But even so, you can really damage yourself," she says, somewhat but not overly stern.

Dancer blinks in from ::between::!

Lionel looks over at Sarin and gives her a reassuring smile, "I know that Sarin! I'm careful, it's not like a drink all the day and then gone out to wander Pern or anything!"

Kayla calls to Dancer, who flies over and lands on her shoulder.

Sarin nods. "Good. Because if I ever hear that you did, I will personally march over here and you'll have to listen to my full tirade," she says, grinning slightly. Even she knows that her lectures aren't too much fun.

Lionel notices it's getting very later and gets up to leave, "That's if you ever hear about it. Well I ought to be headed out now, it's late. See you Lies, get better!" He waves and heads for the door Lionel calls to Aries, who flies over and lands on his shoulder.

Lionel pads in happily with a friendly harper smile to the Healer Passage.

Kayla watches him for a moment before standing, offering a wave to those in the room, and then heads off after the harperboy.

Kayla walks with a happy smile to the Healer Passage.

Liesana watches the departure of her fellow harpers, commenting to no-one in particular that "He's never going to listen... Not 'til his liver gives out on him by age thirty..."

Sarin nods. "Aye...I hope he doesn't hurt himself," she agrees, then sighs. "I'd best get back to the hall, I'm afraid. Someone's sure to have my head for something, might as well get it over with," she remarks, getting to her feet.

Coffee blinks in from ::between::!

Liesana smiles, and looks up from her book to wave her friend off. "I'll be sure to look you up once I master getting about on crutches..."

Sarin nods, chuckling. "I'll see you later, then!" she calls, heading out.

Sarin floats to the Healer Passage.

Coffee pops in, searching for a quiet place to leave her egg. Nonono. Infirmaries shouldn't be busy like this. *Huff* Circling the room, the large egg grows heavy in her grasp and she settles beneath a stretcher with it. No one shall take this one from her, like they did the rest. Coffee drops Seurat Egg.

Bully suddenly disappears ::between::!

Liesana eyes the recently arrived gold from her sprawl on the cot, shifting over as much as her splinted leg will allow. Seems to be Flit Central around these parts... Could that be an egg the lady's carrying? Idle musings flash though her mind. What else has she got to do?

Fife glides in from the Healer Passage.

Coffee rolls her hardened egg over the floor, staying close to keep it warm. Unfortunately looking around for anyone going to take it away from her, she doesn't see the crutch suddenly moved towards her and runs the egg into it. Creerack! Well, it was ready to hatch anyhow. Seurat Egg shatters into a thousand fragments, leaving its occupant out in the open.

Kristopher blinks. "What is going on? Shhh! No creeling in the infirmary! Oh, look at that mess!"

Liesana's eyes sharpen as the wondered-about egg suddenly shatters. Apparently this day isn't so bad after all, she ponders, reaching automatically into a pocket for for some jerky scraps. "Hello there," she calls softly, offering the treat, since her neighbour doesn't seem to be too... conscious, at the moment.

Kristopher picks up a meatroll from the counter and sets it on the floor. "Now, shhhh...this is an infirmary, you need to be quiet." he says, putting his finger to his lips as if the lizard would even understand. "Nice big juicy meatroll, yes..." redwort is poured into a bowl and mixed, and a scrap rag is taken and dipped into it. Now the floor will have to be sterilized.

Absurd as "Woman and her Pet Monkey" (by Seurat) Bronze Hatchling stumbles a bit, waving his stubby wings to catch his balance. Unfortunately, his muscles aren't quite up to par and he falls onto his back 'midst egg shards, his mother creeling, softly, at the hatchling to get back into his shell. OOh! Jerky! So close...

Liesana tsks in a mother-hen fashion as she offers the jerky again. "Poor thing, you and I both seem to be a little clumsy today..." She comments, with a wry grin at her leg.

Absurd as "Woman and her Pet Monkey" (by Seurat) Bronze Hatchling rights himself as he backs out to gaze at the jerky so close...Oh, please, for him?

Absurd as "Woman and her Pet Monkey" (by Seurat) Bronze Hatchling's cries turn joyous, and he turns towards Liesana, creeling piteously.

Liesana smiles down at the young lad, and allows him to creep aboard her hand, raising him up to the bedspread. "I think we'll call you 'Coriolanus'." she announces quietly, stuffing jerky bits down a gaping maw, and not caring one whit about all the hatchling goop that's landing on the sheets.

Coffee creels at the bronze, come back, come back! But, of course, he's gone and fetched himself a humanpet and her last egg-baby is gone. Alas, nothing left for her to do other than guard the kitchens. Ta-ta, people.

Coffee suddenly disappears ::between::!

Liesana glances inquiringly over at Kristopher. "Do you think I could have a go at those crutches? I know you don't like too many firelizards in here, and I really can't leave this young fellow alone..." She starts to swing her legs over the side of the be-gooped bed, grimacing as she remembers the state of her pantleg.

Liesana calls to Coriolanus, who flies over and lands on her shoulder.

Kristopher nods and brings the crutches over to the bed, gesturing for an apprentice to help her learn. "I have to run upstairs. Good luck. Say hello to Kurt for me."

Kristopher springs to the Healer Passage.

Liesana whistles to Tolia's bronze, with little sucess, with a shrug, she takes up the crutches, and proceeds to slowly move out of the Infirmary with the aid of the crutches, new pet firmly attached to her shoulder.

Liesana maneuvers masterfully on her crutches to the Healer Passage.

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