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Harper's Tale - Monday, October 08, 2001
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Gathering Hall
The room seems to loom as you enter, though the warmth within easily overcomes that feeling. It's huge, easily taking up a good third of the hall, and offering room for most people to sit and chat. The heat of the great hearth on the far wall spreads throughout, the merry crackling adding a peaceful undertone to the usually occupied room, heard even above the murmer of voices. Tables are all but littered about, pulled into and out of place by friends at a regular basis. Several more permanent tables and benches are settled along the far edge, an ever-full klah pot and several trays of various and sundry snacks almost always set out for the hungry and bored. The walls are decorated, tapestries denoting every part of Pern society strung about. Along the wall above the kitchen, in particular, is the pride and joy of the weavers: a string of dragons flying Threadfall. The vibrant flames and metallic hues of the dragons seem to glow as the flickering firelight strikes them. Above everything runs a long overhang, people passing to and fro, passing overhead of the figures and gatherings below. A handful of glowbaskets light the upper ends, the rest of the mainroom light brightly with candles and decorative lighting.
Various scents assult your nose as you walk in here. The rich smell of foods from the kitchen. The fire's smoke and heat. The sweet odors of various pipeweeds from the gossipers surrounding the hearthside table. The aromatic baskets do little here, except add their own faint undertones.
To the south, you see one person.
Clinging to a high beam are Fawnix, Skittles, Topaz, Arboric, Parsiron, and Lady.
You see Bonehead here.
Barreia is here.
Obvious exits:
Kitchen, Smith Infirmary, Courtyard, Grand Staircase, Lower Level

Falada walks shyly in from the Class Room.

Liesana is sitting at the table, a pile of hides spread out around her, and a small box resting atop one of them. Falada is spotted, and given a wave. "Hey there, 'Lada. How are you doing today?"
Falada yawns and heads for the klah right off. < signing something >

Liesana blinks a little, and gives a mental curse at still not understanding sign. Therefore, she repeats her query in drumcode, hoping the apprentice will take the hint.

Liesana taps out the basic code for, "Hey there, 'Lada. How are you doing today?"

Falada taps out the basic code for, "Sorry, I forgot. I'm fine. Sleepy. Don't know why. I had enough sleep... for once. You?"

Falada has taught you something about sign language.

Liesana grins. "Ah, that's better. And remind me I need to ah 'sign' up for lessons. Me, I slept jsut fine. Took a little run down to the Hall this morning..." she trails off, casting a glance at the innocuous little box, before returning pointedly to her hide studying.

Falada grins and sits down, signing and then tapping the table, eyeing the little box curiously. < I'd %%% you'd %%% %%% up just %%% %%% %%% %%% is %%% %%% %%% %%% hall? >

Falada taps out the basic code for, "I'd think you'd pick it up just from watching me. How is everyone down at the hall?"

Liesana manages to pick out a bit of Falada's query this time, but feigns ignorance, and continues to ignore the little box. But alas, drumcode is something she can't ignore. "Oh, everything's just fine back at the Hall... How are you making out with your studies?"

Falada shrugs and sips at her klah. < %%% %%% is %%% %%% %%% %%% %%% It's... %%% %%% but %%% %%% %%% %%% %%% %%% %%% %%% >
Falada taps out the basic code for, "Technical drawing is something I'm not used to. It's... very different but I think I'm getting the hang of it."

Liesana smiles benevolently, and picks up the little paper box, tossing it from one hand to another. "That's good to hear. The Masters are pleased with your progress." she intones, continuing to play with the mysterious box.

Falada watches the box hopping from hand to hand, becoming more interested in that little box than anything Liesana might be saying. < %%% %%% %%% working %%% >
Falada taps out the basic code for, "Well I've been working hard..."

Liesana nods. "That you have, and so I've been telling them." With a smooth movement, she tosses the box behind her hed, and catches it, hands behind her back as she smiles at her mentee. "Which hand?"

Falada grins widely, then peers down at her klah mug as if to find the answer there. Shyly, she peeks back up and points to Liesana's right hand, suddenly losing four turns of progress on opening up and turning back into the shy child she used to be.

Liesana shifts the box to her right hand. She /could/ be like her evil cousin and mentor Oli, and toy with the girl a little more, but she's not /that/ cruel. Opening the box, she beckons Falada forwards as her fingers work busily at something. "Apprentice Falada of the Harper Craft, it is my honour and distinct pleasure to promote you to the rank of Senior Apprentice. Wear this knot with pride in your Craft and in yourself." The finished product is held in her hand as she stands, stepping over to pin it in place.

Falada would scream with joy, but she can't so she just stares at the new knot for a split second and then flings her arms around her mentor, giving her a thankful hug.

Liesana chuckles, and returns the hug firmly, before stepping back to get the new shoulder adornment settled properly. "Now, if you'll just refrain from leaping for joy until I've got the pin fastened..." she murmurs teasingly, as she concentrates. And then she steps back. "There! If we were closer to the Mug, I'd organize a party for you on the spot..."

Bryon walks, swinging his cane but not really needing it anymore in from the Courtyard.
Bryon glances around for a few moments before he walks over to the klah table, pouring himself a mug and sitting down at one of the empty tables with an open notebook set behind him moments later

Falada shrugs and can't seem to stop grinning. < That's %%% %%% don't %%% parties %%% Too %%% %%% I'll %%% %%% %%% %%% %%% %%% %%% sisters %%% %%% %%% %%% %%% >
Falada taps out the basic code for, "That's okay, I don't like parties anyway. Too many people. I'll have to write a letter to my sisters though. They'll want to know."

Falada runs off to write said letter, klah forgotten on the table.
Falada goes home.

Liesana chuckles as the lastest senior apprentice of the Harpercraft skitters away. "Faranth, but it's fun doing that," she muses to no-onw in particular.

Bryon begins writing in the notebook as he slowly drinks his klah