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Harper's Tale 3 - Monday, May 27, 2002, 6:19 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 healer quarters. One leads to the Apprentice Dorms, while another goes to the hallway that houses the rooms of Journeymen and Masters.
You see Joran, Apprentice Dart Board, Food table, Drink table, and Corwin here.
Obvious exits:
Healer Great Hall     Apprentice Dormitory     Journeymen and Masters Hall

Aerrin slips in from the Healer Great Hall.

Morallen is sprawled comfortably on one of the couches of the room, lanky frame occupying most of the piece of furniture, bare toes wriggling idly from their prop on one of the arms. The young man is deeply buried in a study of a rather dusty old hide, a young blue firelizard gnawing, unnoticed, at his hair.

Aerrin has a 'lizard of her own draped about her neck, but this one isn't nearly as unnoticed. A golden muzzle darts continuously into loose curls, and Aerrin cranes her neck to swat at the 'lizard perched on her shoulder. "That's /enough/. I mean it. /Off/." With a reluctant rumble, Aekki takes off to perch on the back of a chair, and the disgruntled 'lizard settles a mean gaze on Morallen instead. Aerrin stops, somewhat startled to realize that the lounge is occupied - she as a bit distracted on entering. "Oh. 'Lo there."

An idle hand reaches up to tweak at Gavotte's tail, prompting the flitterby to transfer it's teeth to Rall's thumb instead, prompting the sudden spasmodic toss of the scroll and a heated, if low, outburst of "Shard's of Faranth's Egg, you blighted half-bred wherry!" Which then turns into a quick coughing fit as Morallen, too, realizes that he's not alone. "Eh, oh, er, good afternoon," Quick glance in the direction of Aerrin's knot. "Master,"

Aerrin's brows go upward instantly at Morallen's outburst, though her expression is nearly settled back into her normal, easy-going smile by the time her knot is noticed. "Afternoon, apprentice," she responds in kind, gaze unabashedly curious. "Just joined us, have you?" While the apprentice may be older than normal, and the knot may look worn, she certainly doesn't recognize the face.

Morallen shakes his now-firelizard-free hand a few times, and promptly applies pressure to the welling quartet of fang marks with a bit of his tunic. Gavotte, meanwhile, has gone and curled triumphantly about the apprentice's sandals, gnawing happily once more. "Ah, not exactly," he replies, moving to sit up in a more conversationally inclined position. "Apprentice Morallen, just transferred down from Fort." A hand is offered for a clasp, but he thinks better of it upon realizing it's the bleeding one.

"Ah, from Fort!" Aerrin replies with sudden understanding. Her eyes drop to his hand, but she simply offers an amused smile in place of her own. "Perhaps you ought to get that bandaged up?" she suggests, shifting slightly and tugging at the strap of her ever-present pack. "It certainly wouldn't do our reputation much good to have apprentices walking around with infected 'lizard bites, you know."

Morallen coughs. "Ah, no," he agrees, pulling over his satchel to retrieve a small aid kit. "Probably wouldn't. I'll clean it at least, though I think it probably won't need bandaging." A fond glare at Gavotte, and a quirk of his lips, as he notes that "Fortunately, he's not really big enough to do serious damage yet. And indeed, from Fort. But Benden Weyr before that... About seven turns ago, anyways,"

Aerrin is nodding, head bobbing in time to his explanation as she gives the straps of her pack one last tug, then shrugs it off and drops it to the floor. She's dropping herself downward as well, folding into a cushioned chair, when she straightens with a slight start. "Benden Weyr? Really... I don't suppose you'll have known Miralwyn, then?" she questions, settling back even as she asks. "She was a healer with us for a bit.. surely you ran into her at the weyr?" After all.. the places aren't /that/ big, are they?

A positively delighted chuckle escapes from Rallen. "Know her? Wyn's my little sister, ma'am." he allows, shaking his head. "And naturally, she didn't tell anyone about me, I see." Oddly, he sounds more amused than anything. "I'd ask her, but I know the reply that I'd get." And somehow, with the skill that only an older brother truly posesses, the young man's laughing features condense and reform into a bland stare that might just be a wee bit familiar. "Really, Rallen, no one asked, so I did not feel the need to tell them."

Aerrin suddenly bursts into laughter, and her head shakes quickly as eyes widen. "That's frightening, really," she states with a slow grin. "Are you sure the harper hall's not your calling? All that acting ability gone to waste.." Not that she'd ever /really/ steer someone away from the Hall. Well. Not many, at least. Laughter subsiding, she offers a short shake of her head. "No, she never did.. but then, I'm not posted at the Hall, so I didn't see her /that/ often. I seem to recall her saying she had a lot of family."

Morallen waves a hand, and slips back to his easy grin. "Harper Hall? I'm guessing you haven't heard me sing, then, ma'am," he allows, continuing with the honourific in lieu of a name. "But it's not that frightening after you've spent about half your life with the kid." 'Kid'. It works, and better yet, it makes Wyn attempt to thwap him if he uses the term in her presence. Ah, siblings are wonderful. "And aye, that we do. Our Dad tends to, ah, get around just about as much as his dragon, you see. One reason that I needed to transfer here."

"They do things other than sing at the Harper Hall, you know," Aerrin explains knowingly. She knows these things. She's 'fasted to one who insists on doing handsprings. Her brows lift slightly at his explanation, though she nods easily enough. "And you? Are you finding Ista to your tastes... Morallen, was it?"

Handsprings. Oy. Although perhaps that might mean Morallen might get a little bit of future practice in his planned specialty. A chuckle. "Oh, I know, but still... It's Healer Hall for me, I think. And Morallen indeed, Master...?" He trails off, tilting his head hopefully, before shruging, picking up the dusty scroll, and moving on. "The climate's certainly nicer, and the people seem a bit less formal than at Fort. Your Archives here are a little smaller, though, although perfectly adequate."

Why do you think Kurt 'fasted a Healer? Smart career move, it was. "Oh!" Aerrin starts, straightening a bit to extend her hand before she recalls the fate of the earlier attempt at a handshake and withdrawls it. "I'm sorry. Aerrin - I'm Aerrin. I'm posted at Grinstead, really, but I find myself back at the hall often doing this and that." She nods, smile twitching upward as she leans back again. "Don't let Erik catch you saying that... impinge his sacred archives? The horror!" A mock expression of said horror crosses her face before she's grinning again. In all likelihood, the Journeyman would probably agree with Morallen's assessment - he just wouldn't admit it to many.

"Well met then, Master Aerrin," notes Morallen at last, with a flash of a grin, and a bob of his head too informal to be called a half-bow before chuckling again. "Let him catch me saying it? Faranth, no. Not after he was like to eat me for most of my initial introduction to here." Never mind that Erik was likely just being himself, Rall got rather nicely spooked.

Aerrin laughs softly, and a faint sparkle in her eyes expresses her amusement. "I wouldn't worry about Erik. He's just.. lacking in social skills. The best archival healer we have, though. You'd be amazed at the things he knows, and the records he's familar with." Her fingers tap against the arm of her chair. "He's a good person to keep on your side."

"I'll bear that in mind, ma'am, er, Master Aerrin," notes Morallen with a solemn nod, before a smile settles on his lips again. "I'll bear that in mind, indeed. With Ista's- smaller Hall, I think I might need his services, research-wise. Unless..." A sudden intent look, akin to one of his sister's but a good bit warmer. "You wouldn't happen to have any ranking types around here that have a specialty in physical therapy...?"

Aerrin blinks slightly at the unexpected question before she shakes her head. "No, sorry.. We've got most of the major specialties covered, but with the smaller hall, we can't really afford to attempt the somewhat more obscure ones.." Her tone is thoughtful as speaks in genuine speculation, with little thought that her words might be construed by some as slightly offensive." She leans forward a bit, studying him. "Is that what you're wanting to study?"

Morallen, fortunately, doesn't seem inclined to take offense easily, instead busying himself with finally sterilizing his gnawed thumb after hauling his aid kit to his lap. He somehow manages to look vaguely intelligent while using his teeth to tear off a bit of gauze to dab with, nodding slightly. "Yes indeed, Master Aerrin," he notes. "I was doing some beginning study on it back at Fort, and I'm sure that, attatched to a major Hold like the Hall here is, there'd be /some/ use for it...?"

First aid kit - the way to Aerrin's heart. A properly prepared and maintained kit is sure to get her approval anyday, and it's obvious that she approves from her short smile at the sight of it. She nods quickly. "Oh, it's sure to be useful enough. It's not that we don't have the use for those specialties.. just that it's hard to keep the staff to train apprentices in them properly. And we're mostly headed for smaller holds, here, so we have to have such a wide general knowledge as well, that many aren't willing to put in the time to focus on top of it." Her shoulders lift in a shrug. "But if you're willing to work, I wouldn't think it'd be a problem at all. You'll just have to find a mentor willing to help you out with the extra research and stuff."

Morallen, for all his casual demeanor, is just as deadly serious as another former Benden weyrbrat when it comes to things like Healing. Or perhaps Wyn picked it up from him? In any case, it explains the aid kit. Hissing slightly at the bite of the redwort, which prompts a curious chitter from the blue, he nods. "Oh, I'm not afraid of hard work," he assures. "Not if it's part of the path to what I want to do with the rest of my life." He trails off to concentrate a moment, as the redwort wash triggers a tiny amount of fresh bleeding, and decides that, yes, a bandage would probably work. While busy swathing his thumb in the stuff, he glances upwards, head tilted again. "So who would you recommend, then? I'm still getting settled in here, but a head's up would be greatly appreciated."

Aerrin's smile is one of obvious approval as her head bobs in a nod. "Good for you. It's always good to meet an apprentice who knows where he's going," she states, smile broadening just a bit. "Although I suppose it helps, to have a few years under your belt. How long were you at Fort?" she asks before his question forces her to pause. "Hmm.. well.. really, you'd do well by most anyone at the Hall. I'm trying to think.. maybe a bonehealer? Or a general practioner, I suppose..." She trails off, sighing softly. "Really, I think you'd be ok with anyone, specialty wise, since you'll be doing a lot of unique work."

Morallen inspects his thumb, now fairly neatly bandaged. Lifting the hand, he calls Gavotte over to perch on it after he reassembles and restows the aid kit, stuffing bits of herbeast jerky down a creeling blue throat as he nods, looking just a touch sheepish. "Ah, seven turns, actually," he allows. "Although I freely admit to being a typical teenage male idiot for the first three. So it's about time that I start getting myself together. So, besically, you're saying that mentor choice, for me, will pretty much come down to personality quirks, hm?"
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Aerrin laughs suddenly, and a bob of her head acknowledges her agreement. "Pretty much, really. I mean, you'll need someone you get along with, and who's willing to put in a bit of extra time. And I can't really suggest mentors that you'll get along with, can I?" she points out with a slow smile. "You'll figure that you soon enough on your own, once you get into classes and get a feel for the Hall here."

Morallen chuckles, and sketches a casual little two fingered salute in Aerrin's direction, standing to retrieve his scroll. "I see why they made you a Master," he notes with a grin. "Thank for the advice, ma'am. I'd better get back to my reading before the guy next to me starts to snore, but I'll definitely keep what you've said in mind."

Aerrin grins suddenly. "Ah, yes. Flattery will get you far, my boy," she responds with a sage nod before the grin takes over again. "Nice to meet you, Morallen. I'm sure I'll see you around now and again when I stop by the Hall."

Morallen gives a nod, and then sketches a bow, the gesture saved from formality by the sheer clownishness of it. "Likewise, Master Aerrin," And then, shuffling into his sandals, the tallish young man wanders off.