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Harper's Tale - Friday, November 16, 2001,
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You go to the Harper's Workshop.

Harper's Workshop
Two large wooden doors take you into a large airy room, rather bare for now, but already touches of the Harper's art are apparent. Two workbenches stand against one long wall, various instruments in various stages of repair or disrepair atop them, works in progress all. Between them is a large cabinet for supplies, and in a corner sits a comfortable stool beside a blacked-board, with a braided rug for kiddies to sit on. Other corners hold an easel, a sand table and a book-case, and in the fourth, a spiral staircase takes one down to the den of the Harper Liason.
Polishes and wood stains mingle with old books and art supplies, lending a slight and sharp tang to the air.
Kryz is here.
Obvious exits:
Wooden Doors Spiral Stairs

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 and 26 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. Neither is work a 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 half-heartedly.
You can't tell what she's wearing at this distance.
Liesana is 23 Turns, 6 months, and 10 days old.

Liesana slinks quietly up the spiral staircase, bearing a tray with a mug of klah and some toast, which she steps over and leaves on a stool beside Kryz's makeshift cot, before retreating to a corner to look over a lesson plan and wait. For what, who knows. Hey, she may have hauled him here against his will, but she'll certainly feed him.

Kryz lets out a slight mummble as the footsteps wake him up. He rolls over hiding his head under his blanket trying to block some of the light out. Sleep is good. Getting up is bad... He lays there a minute before peeking out from under the blanket and looking around a few seconds before he remembers where he is. He then .. retreats back under his blanket. Sleep is better then facing Liesana right now as well.

Liesana continues to sit in the corner, the scratching of quill on hide the only sound in the room, steady, repetitive, monotonous. She's content to let Kryz make the first move, the smell of klah wafting up from the fresh mug beside his bed reaching even to her corner, prompting her to take a sip from her own mug, before the scratching of the quill begins anew. Scratch. Scratchscratch, Pause. Skritch. Scratchscratch.

Kryz waits.... the thought in his head, maybe she'll just go away if I don't move.... but.... that sharding scratching. He bites his lip as the scratches go on and on. She's /trying/ to annoy me, at least that's what this Harper thinks.

Annoying is what Liesana does best, after all. But her expression in innocuous as she writes, amazingly enough not trying to annoy him at all, just trying to find something to keep her hands and mind occupied while she waits. Someone didn't get a very good sleep last night. Scratch skritch-scratch. Pause. Pause. Scratch-scratch-scratch. Precise care is given to keeping her penmanship neat, a focusing aid as she waits.

Kryz sits up, his turqouise strands shooting in every direction and dark rings under his eyes. He shoots Liesana an annoied look before mutter, "I'm awake..you can stop that already." He sits there in a groggy state, staring at the food and not making eye cntact with Lies.

Liesana glances up, and pauses, before continuing to write. Although the sound is less irritating now that the silence has been broken. "Morning... I brought you some breakfast?" she offers, eyes peeking over the edge of her scroll tentatively. Someone's beginning to think twice about going along with Arakiel's suggestions. Liesana not really having the sheer brassiness needed in this situation.

Kryz runs a hand through his hair, slightly taming it. He then reaches out and takes the klah. "Look, you had your fun but I really need to get back, Lies," he says in a calm voice. Possibly if he's nicer about it he can get avoid certain topics before returning to the Wyer.

Liesana nods. "I know, I know." she sighs, rolling up the scroll and setting it aside to nurse her klah. "And I wouldn't blame you if you left right now, and didn't speak to me again." Liesana has gotten about two hours of sleep, spent some time crying, and is /not/ in the most logical frame of mind. So forgive her for reading the worst into the situation.

Kryz bites his lip. The thought had crosses his mind more then once. In fact she's lucky he's still here. "Lies, look, I'm not mad and let's not fight over something dumb." He then takes a sip of his klah before going on. "I jus have lots of work, you know that. If we plan a meeting maybe I can have more time to just sit and talk but right now...." I don't want to are the words that cross his mind, but he just trails off. You can't just be forced to say certain things without even thinking or preparing.

Liesana nods, sighs again, and takes another sip of her klah. "I know, I know... It was dumb of me." she intones. "But I didn't know what else to do... If I'd waited, it would have been too late." Just what this means is not gone into. "And Kryz... I just want to say..." A blush, and the words come out in a bit of a rush. "I remembered what I did, that night up at the Weyr, and ummm..." More blushing. "I'm sorry. Even though I was drunk, I should've behaved a lot better than that... That was worthy of Lys or something."

Kryz turns red himself as he quickly glances at her tehn back down. There is a long silence before he mutters, "too late? Look Lies, if youmet someone else, or someone's getting you together with someone... I know you talked of some Smith last night... if you're seriously interested in someone else, then I think we're wasting our time even talking. What if I say I'ms till not ready? You're goign to run to someone else?" He sounds hurt a he says this, but he also tries his hardest to stay calm so not to upset Liesana. And the topic of the kiss... yeah, well that can be forgotten now. Makes them both a lot more comfortable that way.

Liesana shakes her head. "No... No, there's no-one else that I'm interested in." she assures. "It's just that my uncle paid me a visit. And he said that I was disgracing the family, and the memory of my parents. That I should be settled down by now, that it's my duty to do so. And..." a sigh. "What if he's right, Kryz? I know... I know, it's stupid... But my entire life, I'd like to think that my parents would be happy with who I am... And what if they're not? So I need to know, whether there's a future for us, or whether I should try and find someone else." The flaws in her logic are easy to pick out, but Lies is a dunce when it comes to her own life. "I didn't know how else to spring it..."

Kryz shakes his head. "That's ridiculous. Since when did you ever listen to anyway. You're a disgrace to no one. Look how far you made it. It's not like you're been doing nothing your whole life, you're a journeywoman, a busy one that might not have time to think about other things. Geez, Lies," and if Kryz saw this uncle... well, he'd probably run and hide but that doesn't mean he can't disagree with his reasoning.

Liesana abandons her corner to plop down on the foot of Kryz's cot. "Yeah, I know... And if it were just Uncle Lian, it would be easy, you know? But it's not just him, it's /everybody/." A shrug. "LL's pregnant. Renrow's the father." As if this explains everything. "Even /Rijalvas/ has found someone, even if it was only to lose her. It's like... All of a sudden I'm the only singe person around, and everyone's telling me I should find someone. It's easy enough to say 'Yeah, right,' in your mind, but... Oh, I don't know!" She stands again, and starts pacing the room. "I just don't know... And I can't even talk to my aunt any more, because even /she/ has got someone."

Kryz lets out a sigh. "Lies, life isn't all about that. I dunno when you changed your mind. I thought we used to think alike on this. Maybe being apart so long changed us both," he says with a shrug. "The situation's still the same. You're here, I'm at the Wyer. There's no why that it'd work, we went through this." He sets the klah down and watches her pace. "What do /you/ want? I don't care what everyone else is doing, but why did you drag me here all this way. That's what matters."

"I don't know what I want..." announces Liesana, still pacing feverishly about the room. "I don't know why I'm like this all of a sudden, I don't know why everyone's suddenly so keen on seeing me settled. I'm not even sure why you're here... I needed a best friend, I suppose." She take up her mug of klah, and dashes off a sip. "You're at 'Reaches, Oli's at Southern... So I turn to Arakiel for some advice, and she came up with the idea of going to get you. I guess I just went along with it... Stupid." Furthur pacing. She's going to wear a path in the stone floor. "I don't know...." she repeats again, this time sounding almost exasperated with herself. "Maybe I need to see a Mindhealer or something. Maybe I really am losing it. I just don't know. But I suppose all I want to know is whether we have a future. I've been in limbo for over a turn now. A yes or a no will suffice. If yes, I don't mind waiting. But I need to know something... something other than just the twists and turns of my own mind."

Kryz shakes his head, "Why is it that you're allowed to not know but I'm fourced against my will to come and expected to know what I want, Lies? Why's this all up to me? That's not fair. I don't know what I want either. I don't know if Im even staying at Reaches or for how long. You have more settled in your life right now then I do." He lets out a sigh. "If you're tired of waiting for me then go pick someone else if it's that easy," he finally mutters.

Liesana's eyes flash. "Then maybe I just will..." she intones. "But give me an answer one way or the other. If you want me to find someone else, you can't get jealous of them. You can't have it both ways, Kryz. Either I save my heart for you, or I give it to another." Her tone is a little more cutting than usual, someone more than a little stressed. "You can't just lead me on, and lead me on, and expect me to wait forever with not even a whispered promise. It wasn't fair to bring you here? Admitted. But how fair is it to play with my feelings? This isn't a game, Kryz, it's life. And there are hard decisions to make. You will always be my friend, but if there's to be anything more, let me know now. I can't take any more waiting, unless I know there's something I'm waiting /for/."

Kryz lets out a huff, "Shards, Lies, I'm not leading you on! I just... I don't /know/ how I feel. And either do you obviously. I don't see why this is all my fault. Look, I don't care what you do, go get fasted for all I care, jsut stop blaming me!!" He stands up and looks around. Normally this is the part where he storms out of the room but he has no idea what leads to where so he just stands there like an idiot.

Hmmm, Liesana may just have to pick her battles in unfamiliar locales more often. Advantage her. Good old Sun Tzu... She shakes her head. "Blaming you? For what? No, my problems are in my head alone. But you can't run from this Kryz. I've laid my cards on the table, now let's see yours!" Her voice has taken on the cast of a knive blade, tinged with a firm control over herself, although really right now she'd like to tear her hair out, stomp about, and generally throw a tantrum. Why does life have to be so complicated!

"Ok... it's my own fault if you find someone else, I still don't know how I feel. Well, I know I care about you Lies but I'm not ready to leave everything to be with you like that," Kryz lets out another sigh. "And I don't know why you would go to the trouble of getting me unless you knew what you wanted and were ready for a comitment. So do whatever you want. I'm still immature and need to grow and it's my own fault if I wait too long, but... I don't even have time to visit you with my work, Lies. How could anything ever last like that?"

Liesana sighs, and her pacing slows a bit as she rubs at her temples. "Oh Faranth... why can't things be nice and neat and tidy as like in the ballads..." she sighs, ruefully. "I don't know why I do this to myself. I /am/ ready for a commitment, and if you're not, there's plenty of other fellow who are. But... I don't want them. Even if I know I should settle." Another sigh. "I want /you/. Which is crazy, and completly illogical, but I do." The pacing stops, and once more she plops down on the foot of the cot. "So, do we just go back to the way things were before? You're not as immature as you think, Kryz. Don't sell yourself short because of what your father's told you."

Kryz walks back over to the cot and plops down. "I'm sorry, Lies. I'm making your life harder and my own..." he says before placing his head into his hands and grows silent, just thinking... not knowing what to say.

Liesana tentatively moves a little closer to Kryz. Not enough to touch him, but closer. "I suppose... You want to mature, you say... But how will you know when you're 'mature enough'? Will a fanfare of dragons appear from nowhere and inform you of it? You can't make life fit into neat little boxes like that... Sometimes, you just have to jump."

Kryz shakes his head, "I dunno. What makes you think I am mature or is it just that you're sick of waiting?"

Liesana shakes her head. "Kryz, we have been friends practically since we both joined the Hall. That' nearly eight turns now. And in those eight turns, I've seen you move from an overly-sensitive, shy, and irresponsible apprentice who doesn't do anything but draw, into a Journeyman who's skilled and competant in several areas, can address a crowd at a presentation, tend to the well being of two mentees, who look up to him, and can actually sit there and listen to me rave with more or less calm." A grin. "Yeah, you're still a little shy, and perhaps a little too quick to anger, but that's who you are... I mean, look at Kurt... He's still the same guy we knew as a senior apprentice. And you certainly aren't irresponsible any more. I mean, look at you, sitting here are fretting about getting back to work. /I'm/ way more irresponsible. Don't put yourself down."

Falada walks shyly in from the Liesana's Lair.

Liesana and Kryz are sitting on a makeshift cot, talking quietly, although there's a mood to the room that suggests things weren't so tranquil recently.

Falada blinks at the sight of both Kryz and Liesana, quite awake. < Did I %%% > Then she eyes the pair and pauses.
Falada signs, "%%% %%% go %%%"
Falada makes some seemingly random gestures.

Kryz looks up, ready to say something but grows silent as the newest arrival entes. HE offers a wave to Falada and picks his now cold klah back up and takes a drink, not sying anything.

If it's not flying knives or meddling aunts, it's mentees. Sigh... Liesana had been wearing an expression of guarded hope on her face, but as Kryz falls silent, it shifts to one of wry resignation, tinged with an ironic amusement. A smile, and a quiet chuckle in Falada's direction, as she attempts to make out the signing. "No no... You didn't interrupt anything. Want to join us for klah?" And now on to light small talk. "Kryz, this is Falada, my mentee, and a fellow artist... You two probably have some stuff in common."

Falada smiles and waves to Kryz. < We've %%% %%% couple %%% %%% > Then she nods at the klah mugs, indicating her acceptance of the invitation, and sits down, dropping her everpresent art bag on the floor.
Falada pulls her slate out too.

Liesana chuckles. "I'll leave you two to Art Talk for a bit while I get a proper breakfast..." No need to trot Kryz out in front of the general populace of Smith until they've actually finished their talk. Or whatever.

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