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Main Hall and Ballroom
The echoing space of the formal Ballroom is a mosaic of mosaics. The floor is covered with a precise and colorful ocean, slim pillars of smooth marble reaching up to support the balcony overhead. The low, flat ceiling decorated with bright golden-yellows and reds in a depiction of a partial eclipse of Rukbat. Beyond the cover of the balcony, the space rises in an airy arch far overhead, an ironwork window round over the gracefully curving marble staircase.
An elaborate mural lines the walls, stretching from the mosiac on the floor to the ceiling. One the 'northwall' and 'southwall' are portraits of some of Pern's influential Masterharpers. The 'eastwall' and 'westwall' show aspects of harper life.
Beneath the overhanging balcony, the walls have been covered in broad, flowing muslin. Glowbaskets hang above, the light directed through glass down in golden ovals to pool illumination on the floor and impromptu gallery. Around the room, each in its own carefully carved frame, hang dozens of portraits. Each one contains an oil on canvas painting of a member of the Harpercraft from the lowest apprentices to the masters of the craft. The paintings are done in much detail from the posture of the subject to the wrinkles in the clothing and the expressions on their faces. ( To view Kryz's portraits, point your browser to http://www.stormpages.com/kryzdracokin/project.html )
Resting on a table, centrally placed in the exhibit, is a large book bound in a deep chestnut leather with pages of cream-colored parchment. It lies open, pages draped over one another and neatly-scribed in rich ink. ( To view Liesana's histories, 'contents history'. )
Watching from a bit of artistically carved lintel are Dawnwind, Disaster, Chutza, Caius, Tallanvor, Ivan, Arboric, and Porkins.
You see Muff, Leyte, Histories of the Istan Harpercraft ~ Middle Tenth Pass, Hallis, and Minnie here.
Elas is here.
Obvious exits:
Artist's Workshop Archive Vault Harper Office Harper Classroom Shainman Rehearsal Hall Great Hall Instrument Workshop Curving Stairways

Elas
Six full feet of sun bronzed skin and svelte, muscular build stand before you. Eyes of misty grey stand out like dark pearls in the sand, their color reflected and intensified in his midnight black hair. It is perpetually bound into a tail, cascading like a black river down past his shoulders, then to a wavy end near his hips. The rich tone of the skin on his face is broken only by a scar; puffy and red, it traces above his right eyebrow, across his nose, and below his left eye.
He is wearing a pair of grey slacks that are almost the same color as a Dolphin's Melon, and a white shirt that would match a 'phins underside in shade.
A knot of two cords, blue and white, formed into a single loop without a tail, shows Elas' Apprenticeship to the HarperCraft.
He is awake, but has been staring off into space for 5 minutes.
Elas is 18 Turns, 7 months, and 21 days old.

Liesana
A slim, fine featured young woman of medium height. Long chestnut hair with a slight wave falls to the small of her back when she permits it to hang freely, and is accented by a pair of sidelocks dyed in a brown slightly lighter than her chestnut tresses. Amber eyes are set in a sculpted, expressive face, and sparkle with intelligence and a ready wit. A delicate mouth is usually graced by a smile, though the expression can range from one of devillish mischief to a rare, wistful expression. Liesana's complexion is clear, her skin light with olive undertones, and often sporting a tan. Hardly a fragile beauty, though, despite a petite frame. Slight callouses on her fingertips speak of long hours strumming her gitar, and there is a large scar, old by the looks of it, on the underside of her left forearm, left visible if she chooses to wear short sleeves.
A loose shirt of peasant styling, and a pair of grey cloth pants provide cool comfort in the warm weather while still warding off any errant chill winds. The shirt is of a soft cotton material, and is pale cream in colour. Embroidered designs of firelizards, green, blue, brown, bronze and gold, chase each other around the lower hem of the shirt, the cuffs, and the square-cut collar. Her hair is pulled back in a french braid, with wisps escaping to hang about her ears, and her feet sport a pair of soft leather boots, dyed black and reaching to mid-calf. Tail wrapped loosely around the neck of her human, Angelique perches on Liesana's right shoulder.
A double cord knot, blue and white, with a single loop and a long tail, indicate that the wearer is a Harper Journeyman.
She is awake and looks alert.
Carrying:
Brown Leather Carrysack Angelique
You notice Liesana gazing upon your form.
Liesana is 21 Turns, 2 months, and 7 days old.

Liesana is settled on one of the stone benches scattered along the walls, idly admiring the painting of Journeyman Jeranium, and noting that Kryz has managed to incorporate the permanent sourness of the man's disposition rather nicely. Elas is flashed a wave and a smile as footsteps give his presence away. "Ah, Good day there!"

Elas laughs, remembering that he has to learn to walk quietly again..... "Liesana, right?" OOOH!! A KNOT!!!! "Journeywoman at that."

Liesana offers a pleased grin. Everyone else around these parts seems to have gotten used to that marvelous new bit of shoulder adornment. "Yep, that's my name, and yes, now I am. Pretty neat, huh?" So she's not as official as some of the older members of her rank.

Elas laughs. "Aye. So....How many Apprentices have come flocking to your door so far?"

Liesana twinkles. "Oh, about five so far. Most of 'em directly after hearing about the promotion. So, a little swamped at first, but the deluge has subsided." She stands from her bench, and switches to leaning against a pillar. "So, what brings you down to the Main Hall... Thought you were up with Kurt?"

Elas laughs. "Kurt and I decided I'm better off down here. Which reminds me......"

"Mmmm?" inquires Liesana, looking mildly intrigued. A notebook which had idly been slipped from some hidden pocket is returned to it's lair, and she leaves off leaning on the post. "What might that returned memory be?"

Elas chuckles, "Actually, I need a new mentor now that I'm down here..." He leaves off finishing the sentence to find out if she is interested first.

"And you're obliquely asking me if I'm interested in the job?" finishes Liesana, applying some heavy deductive reasoning. "I could be... Just what is it that you're specializing in, and just why do you want me?" It appears to be something of a fad to have her as a mentor right now.

Elas smiles. "Well, your a little more friendly than Kurt...... And I'm planning on specializing in Composition, maybe performance, but Comps my best."

Liesana nods thoughtfully at that. "Well, if you're serious on Performance, I'd send you right back to Kurt. I'm versed enough in it, but most of my performances play out in the courtroom, and Kurt is certainly far superior than I am, onstage. Comps I could handle. I know the subject quite well, and actually rather enjoy it, despite lacking any real talent for it. So, if my friendliness will make up for technical shortcomings, I'd be glad to have you aboard."

Elas smiles, "Well, Performance is just a thought right now. Although I don't know anyone else who can play what I write for the pipes......"

Liyalaain strolls, whistling a tune, down the curving staircase from the balcony hallway.

Liyalaain
Tall and thin, this girl stands roughly 6 feet, though your guess would probably be more around 5'9. Thick, midnight hair falls in ringlet to roughly her collar bone, shifting and shimmering with every movement. Her eyes, bottle green, peer curiously at you from above high, shapely cheek bone. Berry red lips shift into a demure smile beneath a small nose. She has the perfect, hour-glass figure, though leaves it discreetly un-flaunted. She holds herself well, obviously someone who is not to be taken lightly, though her manner suggests mischievousness. 
Classical-gas seems to be the look she's going for this time. A pure white peasant shirt seems to have been cut from a cloud and stitched up with tendrils of smoke. It's been tied loosely, so that it hangs down around her shoulders, but not too far down as to be indiscreet. A midnight blue bodice has been laced tightly around her, and is trimmed with a shimmery, silver material. Brown, wher-hide pants hug at her hips and thighs, but flare out sharply half way between knee and ankle until they reach her feet. Instead of the normal fastening and un-fastening method, Liy's pants have lacing going up each of the sides, which then tie at the top- perfect for loosening in the summer, and tightening again in the winter. Worn, straw sandals adorn her feet. Her intolerable, curling hair has been piled on top of her head in an attractive sort of loose bun, though disagreeable locks still hang about her face. Around her wrist hangs a simple, blue-beaded bracelet Liya's satchel hangs loosely over Liyalaain's shoulder.
Liyalaain wears the knot of a Harper Apprentice.
She is awake, but has been staring off into space for a minute.
Carrying:
blue-beaded bracelet Liya's satchel
Liyalaain is 15 Turns, 9 months, and 11 days old.

Liyalaain hop skips down stairs, jumping the last two steps. She looks up, and smiles, waving to Liesana. "Hello!" she calls.

Liesana nods. "If that thought becomes more serious, be sure to let me know. As for the pipes, have you ever met Senior apprentice Fennara? She's rather good at them..." Then back to the business at hand, after offering a nod to Liyalaain. "So, shake on it, and call you my new mentee?" she inquires, extending a hand to Elas.

Elas shakes Liesana's hand, "I'll be sure to remember that. I'm glad to be aboard."

Liyalaain walks over, and cocks her head. All thought as to whether she's interrupting something is lost as she asks, "Oo, what's happening?"

Liesana smiles and explains that "Elas and I have agreed that I'll mentor him." She trusts that the young teen knows what /that/ involves. "Hey... didn't you show up at the hot springs yesterday?" she inquires of her. "I think I left fairly soon after you arrived, but..."

Liyalaain nods and grins. "Yeah, I was. By the way, I never got to tell u the paintings look nice on you," she replies, then turns to the one seemingly known as Elas. "Hi, I'm Liy!" she says, rather off-handedly.

Elas nods to Liy, "Call me Elas." He then gives a glance at the painting of Liesana on the wall.

Liesana raises the sleeve of her shirt high enough to reveal intricate patterns of blue paint. "Ah, Elas, I think she was referring to this... Although they're both done by the same artist." she grins.

Kurt stalks in through an arch from the great hall.

Kurt
A little under 5'2, his figure is hardly imposing; a youthful face, perhaps not belaying his true age. His raven black hair hangs past his shoulderblades to the middle of his back, the majority of it gathered back into a thick braid tied off at the end by a thin leather strip. It hangs in random spikes on top and in the back longer, still multicolored braids down to the middle of his back. A few strands left unbraided hang in thin, delicate spiral curls down the sides of his head and down the back, some of his hair pulled back loosely, gathered into a thin braid looping around. Bone thin in stature, but not unhealthily gaunt, he seems to carry an aire of distinction. His features are sharp and angular, eyes almost obsidian against his pallid complexion. High cheekbones compliment a somewhat longish nose holding a pair of small ovular wire rimmed glasses. Slim, dark brows give him a rather serious expression. A thin golden braid usually tucked behind his ear, tinkling with shells and beads when he moves. Thin, lightly pouting lips curve just slightly to form a devlilish smirk when he gets into one of his mischevious moods, and narrow ears, slightly pointed like the rest of his young features round off his distinctive look. A little thinner than he used to be, he seems to be much more quiet, focusing more on spirit than work.
He is wearing a pair of very baggy black trousers, obviously made for a man much larger than himself, tied at the waist by a thin drawstring, which hangs down. A long tunic, obviously made for the same larger man hangs down to his knees, belted off at the waist by his wide leather belt, buckling in the front beneath a shiny silver regtangle. His feet are clad in simple black leather moccasins, and his hair is drawn back into a loose spiky runnertail, braids and all, accenting his fine wire rimmed glasses.
Kurt wears the knot of a Harper Journeyman.
He is awake, but has been staring off into space for 3 minutes.
Kurt is 21 Turns, 8 months, and 11 days old.

Elas laughs. "Ahh...I was wondering...." Oops, shut your trap Elas!

"What you wondering about this time?" twinkles Liesana, before casting a baleful look over to the corner where Hallis slouches. Drudge /better/ not have been spreading more lies about her. Then she's back to normal good humour.

Liyalaain grins. "Yeah, I was kinda mad-ish, though. I waited till everyone else had gone to try and get a tattoo also, and then Kryz left to work on a painting or something...," she says, referring back to the hot spings incident.

Elas laughs, "To bad I missed that.....Would have been interesting...."

"Kryz was giving /tattoos/!?!" blinks the journeyman. "When I left, he was still doing skin painting." Meet the guinea pig for that right here. "And just how many people are going to be heading for the infirmary with infections?"

Liyalaain says, "Well, that's what I meant by tattoos..."
Liyalaain says, "Skin paintings, that is.. "

Kurt blinks, stuffing his hands in his pockets and leaning against the doorway to the rehearsal hall, listening to the apprentices chatter. Oh, what you should /not/ say in front of a man of rank. He sighs, running a hand through his hair. Is he going to have to deal with this? "Who was getting piercings and painted? Do you know how much trouble you can get into for doing that?"

Liyalaain whirls around. "Oh! He wasn't doing anything bad, just painting some designs on a couple of people..." she says, afraid that her misputting of this is going to get the Senior Apprentice in trouble for something he didn't do...

Elas looks around, spotting Kurt near the Rehearsal Hall, then moving so Liesana is between him and his old Mentor.

Liesana suddenly recalls that /she's/ a Journeyman now, and with a smile, and a level-headed tone explains that "Liyalaain's made it sound much worse than it is. As far as I know, nobody got pierced, although I acquired some designs that should look rather nice for that Igen gather coming up. See?" She tugs at her tunic to reveal the harper blue starburst pattern that matches her gather gown. "Rather nice, I think."

Dawnwind squawwwks, flicking her tail about anxiously.

Elas nods, "Still would have been interesting......"