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Harper's Tale - Tuesday, October 16, 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.
Clinging to a high beam are Fawnix, Skittles, Topaz, Parsiron, and Arboric.
You see Bonehead here.
Arakiel is here.
Obvious exits:
Kitchen Smith Infirmary Courtyard Grand Staircase Lower Level

Arakiel stretches as she looks up, "afternoon Liesana."

Liesana trots up the stairs, gitar-less and hide-less, but with a towel hanging around her neck. "G'day Arakiel. Making any headway with those inventories?" The last accompanied by an expression of slightly-playful sympathy.

Arakiel shrugs, "It's one of those monthly things. But then having the hall children playing havoc with my stores doesn't help."

Liesana's sprightly stepping comes to a halt near Arakiel, idly tugging at the ends of her towel. "They've been getting into mischief?" she inquires. "I suppose I could give them a few extra ballads to learn, although kiddies will be kiddies." Although somehow she thought they'd be a little more respectful of an area with Arakiel in charge of it.

Arakiel chuckles. "A couple of them like to make weyrs out of the barrels for their toy dragons."

Liesana chuckles. "I remember doing that as a kiddy... except that there's a little cave back home that made an excellent weyr. I was weyrwoman for a while until another little girl opined that she, having a real firelizard, would be a better choice." A grin. "Those were fun. But if they're being mischevious, I might be able to work a little bit more about dragonkind into my classes."

Arakiel roll her eyes. "I don't mind them making pretend weyrs. Just not in my stores." She sighs, "We really need a nanny but Evan and I haven't found one we like."

From the balcony above, Siofra walks to the Grand Staircase.
Siofra walks in from the Balcony Landing.

Siofra
This young woman certainly posesses the grace of a cat, though is as shy as a young child. Eyes as bright as emeralds shine out from beneath dark lashes that lower demurely when she talks to people. her face is smooth, and her skin light, proving that she's spent alot of her time up north, where they don't get much of a summer season. Her fair skin sets off her dark lips, full and always seeming to twitch up into a shy smile. Her hair, when undone, flows around her face in spiral curls, being parted down the middle of her head, the curls seem to cling to her face. Curls red as fire, cling to everything like little tongues of flame. They are always seeming to get in the way, which is why they are often held back by a piece of ribbon, or wherhide. She is tall, around 5' 11, and thin, though she looks to have done alot of excersize, by the firmness of her skin, and the muscles beneath.
Siofra wears long pants, though not very tight, a dark, forest green, falling down to black boots, looking a little scuffed, but well taken care of, and polished. her shirt, is a lighter green, short sleeved, the tunic is cinched at her waist by a black belt, the bottom of it hanging well down her thighs, about halfway. The sleeves fall down to her elbows, with a coat that goes over it, also a dark green, and looking very warm. She wears a small knot on her shoulder, bright green mixed with a darker brown, the knot from her old Hold. Siofra is holding a knife.
Siofra's double twisted red and white shoulder loop shows that she is a Smith Journeyman.
She is awake and looks alert.
Carrying:
Siofra's Knife Siofra's Smith Shoulder Loop
Siofra is 25 Turns, 9 months, and 10 days old.

Siofra walks to the Courtyard.

Arakiel nods to Siofra

Liesana gives Siofra a smile as she walks through.

Liesana nods, giving a smile. "Aye, nannies are always tricky to find... takes a special sort of person to manage a gaggle of little ones and not end up completely separate from reality. I admire them for that... my fosterling is about the limit of what I can manage."

From the balcony above, Benjiniah walks in from the East Wing.
From the balcony above, Benjiniah walks to the Grand Staircase.
Benjiniah walks in from the Balcony Landing.
From the balcony above, Alain walks in from the East Wing.

Arakiel sighs. "I wish we could get someone. And I've got a few fosterlings running around here. But they sort of end up becoming smith apprentices as soon as they are old enough."

From the balcony above, Alain walks to the Grand Staircase.
Alain walks in from the Balcony Landing.
Arakiel nods to Benj and Alain

Alain
Wide, copen tinted eyes fringed by long, ginger hued lashes peer from this youngster's poignantly feminine face. An upturned nose is accented by a narrow face with refined features, and a definitive arch to cinnamon brows. Slender shoulders have broadened a touch, but no more than is necessary to support his added inch or so of height, causing him to tower at a stunning height of about 5'3. Arms and legs remain slender at best, though bony' may be a better adjective to describe the limbs, long for one of his stature. Quite definitely his most notable feature, though, is his hair. Falling well past his waist, the long, carmel and cinnamon tinted locks are kept back in a single braid.
Plain white flax is woven into a light fabric--light for flax, that is--which comprises the long sleeved tunic Alain wears. Sleeves are rolled up to elbow length, the top three buttons on the tunic unfastened and the tails of the shirt shamefully untucked over a pair of sturdier blue flaxen trousers, which look nearly ready to slide right off their wearer, were it not for the brown leather belt holding them to their precarious position. A pair of brown shoes that seem a bit worse for wear complete the ensemble. Alain's Bag hangs loosely over Alain's shoulder. Perched on Alain's shoulder is Icy Starlight Bronze Hatchling.
A pale blue satin ribbon wraps itself in a perfect bow at the end of Alain's braid.
He is awake and looks alert.
Carrying:
Alain's Bag Icy Starlight Bronze Hatchling
Alain is 15 Turns and 12 days old.

You notice Alain gazing upon your form.

Benjiniah raises an eyebrow as he walks into the room. He turns and scowls at Alain, when he hears footfalls behind him, then looks back to Liesana and Arakiel. "Good evening, Ladies. How are you? I couldn't help but overhear you needed someone?" He tries to look helpful, but he's probably just trying to get away from Alain.

Alain hop-skips down the stairs and nearly bowls right into Benjiniah. Upon realizing who it is--and seeing Benjer scowel at him--he immediately latches on to the other boy's arm, gushing, "Benjiniah! I'm not sure where you disappeared to last night but I looked absolutely /everywhere/ for you! How's that nose doing? You know, you're so /kewt/ in nothing but a towel with a kerchief stuck up one nostril!"

Liesana gives Alain and Benjer a pair of arched eyebrows. And a cough. "Well... that was just a little too much information!" she intones heartily, torn between a blush and a fit of laughter.

Arakiel blinks as she listens to the two apprentices, Standing, "Is there something you two wish to tell me?"

Benjiniah eyes Alain for a moment then points to Liesana. "Oh.. t'ain't nothing she didn't see. Alain here decided I didn't wash my feet, so he felt the need to tackle me while I was trying to leave the baths." he wasn't going to touch the horrible torment they were putting him through, the the fact that he felt so uncomfortable that he felt the need to leave while still wearing his towel. "I managed to smack my nose against the ground and it started bleeding."

Arakiel places hands on her hips, "Go on. did you see a healer?"

Alain giggles, "Don't be so modest, Benjie!" He leans closer to the boy (as if that were possible) and murmurs in his ear--loud enough for the ladies to hear, "I had /no/ idea you'd be so light. I mean, I thought you'd weigh more than you do with all that muscle..." He blinks over at Arakiel and shakes his head, "Oh, he didn't want to see a female healer, so he let me take a long look at him."

Liesana's eyebrows really could arch no higher, but at this last statement they manage to do so. She gives a slight cough. "You know, I'm getting exceedingly glad that I left when I did..." she mutters to herself, before heading over to aquire a mug of klah.

Arakiel is caught between scowling or laughing, "I see." is all she says. "And trust you left the bathing chamber cleaner then you found it?"

Benjiniah eyes Alain.. then looks back at Arakiel, nodding in agreement. There was something about the sour look on the boy's face that would lead a person to believe that there was more to the story. "Nothing's broken, Ma'am. And look. the swelling's already down." That was a good sign. The boy had had enough broken noses in his even younger days to last him a life time. A glance is shot towards Liesana.. then the boy's gaze falls back to the ground.

Alain blinks at Arakiel, looking completely innocently bewildered as he replies, "But of /course/ we left the bathing chamber clean...why else would anyone go to the baths but to get clean?"

Now Arakiel frowns, "You mean you get a bloody nose and you didnt' clean up the mess? And left it for the drudges?"

Liesana returns with her mug of klah, pondering interjecting, but deciding it's far more amusing to keep quiet. Since the pair seems to be in a sharing sort of mood.

Benjiniah wrinkles his tender nose. "No ma'am. Got all the blood on the shirt I had with me. Nothing's on the ground up there. I swear."

Arakiel frowns, still not liking the answer.

Alain squeezes Benjiniah's arm a little tighter and nods fervently, "It's all cleaned up, Ma'am. After all.../I/ was the one on bathing chamber duty. Besides, wouldn't want anyone to slip on the blood and get hurt, right?" he grins brightly--too brightly--up at Benjiniah.

Liesana gives a quiet chuckle, and sips at her klah. People-watching is interesting. It becomes more so when set in a place like Smith.

Benjiniah eyes Arakiel.. and feels some choice words nagging at the back of his mind. Fortunately, the boy was still able to bite his tongue and keep his mouth shut.

You paged Lianda with: From afar, Liesana tickles.

Arakiel takes out a knife and flips, frowning. It lands at her feet, point into the floor. "Ok, you two, I suggest you make yourself scarce before I take you up to Evan for punishment duty."

Liesana's eyes, having snapped over to Arakiel with the pulling free of the knife, follow the path of the projectile to the ground, before flicking over to regard the two apprentices, amusment lurking in their depths.

Benjiniah clenches his jaw and just eyes Arakiel for a moment. what was that whole knife thing all about. Eh? Was his fate just decided by the flip of a blade? He tries to keep from growling outwardly and just nods. At least he wasn't punished. Who cared it if was arbitrary. He was just going to go.. and find some way to simmer down. He tries to shake Alain loose off his arm and turns towards the main exit.. should Alain release him.

Arakiel takes the blade out of the floor. Straightening, "You two still here?"

Alain ducks around behind Benjiniah as soon as the blade rears it's ugly...erm...blade. Still hanging onto Benjiniah's hand, he moves as if to follow the other boy out, carefully keeping Benjiniah between himself and Arakiel the whole time. "No'um." is quietly squeaked, as Alain inadvertantly squeezes Benjer's hand.

Benjiniah walks to the Courtyard.
Alain walks to the Courtyard.

Liesana's eyes are dancing quite distinctly as she watches the apprentices scuttle off. "Do you often decide the fates of folks that way?" she inquires, pondering whether or not to allow the large bubble of laughter she's been sitting on to escape.

Arakiel chuckles,. "Hey it got rid of them and renewed my repuation as a knife crazy person."

From the balcony above, Princess glides in from the SmithCraft Office.
From the balcony above, Princess glides to the Grand Staircase.
Princess glides in from the Balcony Landing.
Princess glides to the Courtyard.

From afar, Lianda is going to bed now, with chocolate and a snuggly husband. Almost as good as a cat.

Alain walks in from the Courtyard.

Liesana grins. "And the thing about reputations is that they have to be maintained, after all..." she agrees, trailing off as Alain re-appears. Hrm... this could be intersting.

Arakiel turns to see Alain returning, "yes?"

Benjiniah walks in from the Courtyard.

Arakiel raises an eyebrow at the two apprentices.

Alain slips quietly through the door, glancing furtively over his shoulder as though he's concerned about being followed, and snaps to attention at Ara's single syllable. "N-nothing ma'am...just, it seems safer in here than out there!" But as Benjiniah re-appears Alain actually ducks behind Arakiel, this time.

Benjiniah wouldn't have followed Alain, but he was first of all afraid that Alain would get skewered, and then.. afraid that Alain would tell Arakiel something that would get him in even more trouble. All this trouble from a bath. Shards... Benjer freezes as he spies Alain.. behind Arakiel.

Arakiel parts her legs, to firmly shift her weight into a stance of authority. With hands on her hips, she gives off an air of being 'this better be good. and why can't you two settle it yourselves?' "Well?" Then stepping away from Alain, not being someone that likes having anyone hiding behind her.

Liesana is rather intensely interested now. And it's more of a concerned one than a nosy one. Despite joking with Arakiel, she really /doesn't/ enjoy seeing knives flying at folks. But here's an area where intervention is hazy. So she watches, seeing where it will go.

Alain fiddles with the end of his braid, face turning red, though his expression is one of frustration and not embarrassment. He stands there for a long moment, just messing with the end of his braid, then glances down at it in surprise. "Feh! That's just fine then." he proclaims to nobody. "Better of that way anyhow!" And he flips his braid over his shoulder and stalks toward the stairs.

Benjiniah has his fists balled up so tightly that his knuckles are white. Its hard to say whether he wants to have words with Arakiel or whether he wants to beat the living daylights out of Alain more. He just turns his gaze to Arakiel first, because she spoke. "Well what?" he half snaps and half whines. "Am I going to get in trouble now .. just because Alain's afraid of me?"

Arakiel scowls watching the two, "You two better settle this matter and very fast before Evan gets wind of it. And you know what he'll do."

Alain sniffs over his shoulder at Benjiniah, tossing his braid haughtily. "Who says I'm afraid of you? People are only afraid of what they're not big enough to handle themselves." He shoots a significant glance around the room. "And I'm big enough to handle this." And thus he begins his ascent.

Liesana arches an eyebrow as the pair appear to head off again. "I can see that a course in the diplomatic resolution of conflicts might be useful as well..." Although Benjer and Alain being Smiths, they're pretty far outside her jurisdiction.

Arakiel scowls at Benj, "I suggest apprentice that this get settled soon." Then hearing Liesana, "I say that you are the perfect person to teach such a class."

"YeaH? You're big enough to run away." Benjer shouts after Alain even though he's actually close enough to hear him at a normal tone. "Ya big baby. Come 'ere so I can talk to ya. Arakiel said we gotta settle this." Benjer's voice turns singsongy and taunting and not at all nice in reference to Arakiel. Benjer continue to glare at Alain, with out acknowledging Ara or Liesana.

Arakiel drops a blade into her hand and with a flash of steel that matches the steel in her voice, "Enough! If you two can behave as apprentices and not spoiled brats, I will handle it."

Alain gives a final scowel in Benjiniah's direction and turns back to Arakiel and Liesana, "G'evening, ma'ams...I have bath duty to take care of." And with that he disappears up the stairs.
Alain walks to the Grand Staircase.
From the balcony above, Alain walks in from the Gathering Hall.

Liesana nods again in the direction of the apprentices, before bobbing her head at Arakiel, too. "I ought to be able to," she quirks. "Seeing as how Law and it's attendant areas are my specialty. Haven't given a diplomacy class in a age, though."

Benjiniah turns around and stomps over to the main entrance again, stopping right by the stone archway. he growls once more and slams his fist against the stone. Hot angry tears trickle down his face and across his set jaw as he mutters to himself. "Stupid jerk."

Arakiel puts away her blade and sighs. "Boys. They are a couple of boys." Watching the two storm off. "Well, we'll see. The masters well notice and do something about it."

Kryz walks in from the Courtyard.

Arakiel nods to the newcomer.

You notice Kryz gazing upon your form.

Benjiniah wipes his face on his sleeve and tries to stretch out his hand. shards. . That hurt. "Itsnot like you'd understand anyway." He wipes his nose next and stares at the man that just walked in. "I know.. you... ..Liesana? Isn't he in that picture of yours?" Look! its a mess apprentice. Hurt hand.. tearstained face and runny nose. How.. well he represents the craft now.

Liesana nods. "I'm sure they will..." They are, after all, Masters. But then something catches her attention clean away. And it's Benjer's query. "Kryz...? Kryz!!!" beams the journeywoman, dropping completely any pretence of dignity as she scuttles over to him. "Faranth, what are you doing /here/?"

Arakiel seeing that Liesana knows this person and she isn't needed. So she quietly slips away to have a word or two with Evan.

Arakiel has disconnected.
Arakiel falls asleep.

Kryz
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.
Kryz has on a black leather coat to keep the cold winter air off of him. It all but blends into the leather pants that cover this Harpers legs and which also cover his tall boots. Gloves stick out beneath the sleeves, the fingers of which are cut out to make painting easier. A black hat sits atop his head only letting a few rouge strands of turquoise hair peek out. His right ear is decorated from top to bottom with countless numbers of silver earrings. The left only supports two small hoops at the top and bottom. Two rings also pierce through his left eyebrow, a rather odd look for this area, but an artistic statement as well. Around his neck is a chain tucked neatly into his shirt hiding what might be attached at the end. A large, strong rucksack appears full, hanging heavilly over his shoulders.
One of the many Old Paintbrushes is set behind Kryz's ear.
Kryz wears the knot of a Harper Journeyman.
He is awake and looks alert.
Carrying:
Belt Knife <sheathed> Friendship Medallion
Ruff'n Tumble Rucksack Firelizard Musicbox
Old Paintbrushes Blue-edged Message Hide
Kryz is 22 Turns, 8 months, and 16 days old.

Kryz walks in and pauses hearing that familiar voice. "Lies!" he says a a smile covers his face. "What do you mean why am I here? I got your letter. Thought you wanted some company."

From the balcony above, Alain walks in from the West Wing.
From the balcony above, Alain walks to the Grand Staircase.
Alain walks in from the Balcony Landing.

Liesana chuckles, and gives him a big hug, not caring one whit about the gossips. "You did at that... I just didn't expect to see you quite so /soon/..." A grin, and she adds. "Not that I mind in the least, however. But I suppose I should introduce you, no?"

Benjiniah makes his way over to one of those nice comfortable chairs and flops into it. Liesana was going to busy now.. and wouldn't be lecturing him on anything for the timebeing. Girls were funny like that. He doesn't notice Alain, and just finds a place to sit and sulk, still cradling his sore scraped up hand. "stupid jerk."

Alain slips quietly down the stairs, flicking a lock of hair out of his face with one finger and peering at the two harpers curiously, before dropping them a quick nod and slinking around the edge of the room, clutching what looks like a load of towels in his arms. Hardly a glance is given Benjiniah, though he does notice him. But a moment later the braided boy has disappeared out the door and into the courtyard.

Alain walks to the Courtyard.

Kryz hugs Lies back, the smile remaining on his face. "Well, I finished your aunt's portrait and thought I could use a break before going back to the weyr.... and I missed you," he adds quickly before releasing her. "But anyway... introductions are good I suppose."

Liesana chuckles wryly. "After spending two months in the company of my aunt, I really can't blame you. But yes, introductions." Still standing close by Kryz, she points around the room. "The boy who just walked through is Apprentice Alain, the lady with the knives who just left is Arakiel, the Headwoman. Whom I told you about in the letter." And then a nod to Benjer. "And this poor fellow is Benjiniah, also known as Benjer, an apprentice, and one that I admit to teasing horribly." He's got a sore nose and a sorer hand. She's feeling sympathetic.

Benjiniah looks up from his glowering to nod to Kryz. The normally energetic and verbose boy is now sullen and cranky. He manages a smile and gingerly tries to clean off his face again. Sure, he's getting too old to cry, but, well. you'd have to understand what's been happening to him.. "Nicetomeetchya."

Kryz smiles at the boy and says, "well met," back to him. He then glances around taking in this place. "This is the first time I've even been here," he admits to Lies.

Liesana smiles. "I'll have to give you a tour, I think... you at least have to see the rooms they assigned to me... I've got a whole workshop to play with, and a whole bunch of little kids to teach, and I've got a spiral staircase!" Somehow this last one is a really big one. "Just a little one, going down to my room, but still.. And there's the lake, and of course they have fireheights, although I don't need to hide my wine up there like we used to do back at Ista." she grins.

Kryz grins again. "A tour would be great. I have to see this spiraling staircase." He chuckles slightly. "So, what's actually your job up here? other then writting letters to people saying you miss them?"

Benjiniah walks to the Courtyard.

Benjiniah reenters.. a stream of explictives and offcolor slang pouring from his lips as he stomps around a bit more. "Shardincrackduststupidbarniclebrainedfusterjammin...." He wanders around till he finds himself at the foot of the stair again.. just staring at in. he finally sighs. .and sits on the stairs quietly.

Liesana's cheeks turn a little pink. "I haven't been /that/ bad, have I?" she quirks, taking his hand, and heading in the direction of the stairs. "But my job's basically that of a Hold Harper, except that I'm here at a Hall, instead. I teach the youngsters, I play music, and I swear that one of these days I'm going to teach these folks to sing in tune..." A wry look. Someone's been spoiled by being around Harper-trained voices for so many turns. Benjer's outburst is caught, an eyebrow arched, and she decides to offer him a way to take his mind off... things. "Want to tag along on the tour?" she queries. Added benefit is that it'll stop rumour from flying, and possibly give her a chance to pick his brain. Downside is that she won't get to see Kryz alone...

From the balcony above, Evan glides silently in from the SmithCraft Office.
From the balcony above, Evan glides silently to the Grand Staircase.

Evan glides silently in from the Balcony Landing.

OOC: Evan says "is anything happening in here or should I just pose?"

Liesana has Kryz by the hand, a large grin on her face, and all set to play tour guide, while Benjiniah sits sulking on the stairs.

Evan has disconnected.
Evan sighs, as he glances about warily before falling asleep.
Evan has connected.
Evan yawns sleepily, as he streatches and wakes.

Darman strides in from the Courtyard.

Darman says, "Hello " As he walks up. "What's everyone doing tonight?""

Benjiniah continues to sit on his stair, glancing.. or rather, staring at the doorway waiting for someone. The boy still has tearstains on his cheeks and a scraped up soreknuckled fist cradled in his lap. If one were to stare hard enough, they'd see that his nose had recently been smashed in as well. he continues to stare, at least civil now.

Evan moves quietly down the stairs, a throwing knife being deliberately toyed with in his hands, his face in a set experssion. Perturbed would be a nice way of describing his emotional state.

Darman peers at Benjiniah "What is going on here? Why are your knuckles bloody? Your nose is out of shape!" He looks up and sees Evan. "Did you know there has been more violence here?"

"I suppose Arakiel sent you." Benjer begins, eyeing Evan as he makes his way down the stairs. A glance at the door is spared again before the boy stands and faces Evan. If Evan was down for any other reason he was just about to get distracted by an apprentice asking for trouble. Another glance is given to Darman, his eyes narrowing a bit. "It was.. an accident."

Kryz has connected.
Kryz wakes up.

Evan stops and frowns more. He glances briefly to Darman then to Benjiniah. "An accident? that almost shoved your nose into your brain? You had best explain within the next thirty seconds before I send you to the healers.

Liesana eyes the upset Benjiniah, the perturbed Evan, and the concerned Darman. A particular glance is given to Evan's knife. And then another one is given to Kryz, as the journeywoman quietly takes herself out of a possible line of fire, motioning to Kryz to do the same. Even is if comes to naught, Liesana has become a cautious sort around knives, of late.

Benjiniah eyes Evan and just sort of starts laughing. Ah. .yes. .the beginning of his miserable day. The laughter is that half sarcastic, half stress relieving laugh that just sort of.. comes out all wrong. "Well, you see, I was.. taking a bath yesterday and when I was getting ready to leave, my feet got fumbled up beneath me.." We won't mention by what.. or rather, who... ".. and I ended up landing flat on my face. As for my knuckles... I felt it was better to take my frustration.. rather recently, out on a wall, then on a person, sir."

Evan scowls, "yesterday." A nice, soft, quiet drawl. With the edge of one of his knives. "And why havn't you been to a healer?"

Darman waves at Benjiniah "Who did you strike? And which wall?"

Benjiniah raises an eyebrow. Well, Because he was sulking.. and well.. "Um, another apprentice I was with said it wasn't broken..." he leaves the rest of the story out. Better that way. He had enough problems without being labeled a snitch as well. "The archway..." he points for Darman, showing him where he took a swing at a solid stone structure. He turns back to eye Evan's knife, wondering if he'll get sliced for not going to see the healer now. He got punished for the oddest things here.

OOC: Kryz is SO idle... sorry

Evan nods. "Ahh yes. Of course. And an apprentice smith knows enough to diagnose as a healer as well as to act as a smith." He points to the infirmary. "Go and get that seen to. Now. AFterwords I think that you might enjoy assisting new apprentices for a sevenday. to remind you how much apprentices know."

Benjiniah eyes Evan evenly for a moment, then pulls some sort of cheeky mock salute. "Yes sir. Whatever you say, Sir. I'm here to serve you, Sir." the boy then clenches his jaw and turns towards the infirmary. He was having a perfectly miserable day.. and well. it didn't seem to get any better.

Evan sends a knife after benjiniah, aiming it to pass just over his shoulder. "The next time you call me that, you will regret it.

Darman says, "WAIT! Who did you strike?"
.
Evan blinks, "The wall Darman. That's what he said."

Liesana watches the scene a little longer, before edging forwards again, only to jump back as a knife goes whizzing by. Eeep! "Evan and 'sir'. Bad combination," she murmurs as an aside to Kryz, before attempting to edges towards the stairs leading down again. "Evan," she nods, in passing.

Darman says, "He said, the wall and then a person"

Darman peers at the other two he doesn't recognize. "Did he strike either of you?"

Benjiniah freezes as the knife sails over his shoulder. he shakes his head before turning back to Darman. "I said I struck a wall, rather than striking a person.. and in this case.. it would have either been Arakiel..or Alain. Both of them were annoying the shardin' daylights out of me." He grins cheekily, but with no humor at all in his smile.

Darman shrugs. "Go. And if it were Arakiel sending you to the infirmary like this, she'd make sure you really had a reason to go and she wouldn't bother to tell you either, if you catch my meaning." He glances at Evan

Evan snorts, "And if you tried to hit her, you would be lucky to survive the experiance." He glances at darman and nods to the Master. For once they agree on something.

Benjiniah shrugs.. and turns back toward the infirmary. "At least.. I would be done with today. This day is never going to end." he stomps off, grumbling to himself.. and slamming the door behind him.

Darman laughs. "Well, Evan? SHall we check the archway? Wouldn't want a blemish"

Evan snorts, "it's solid stone. It would shatter his arm. There might be some blood, but a few bloodstains would do the place good." He turns and wanders towards the klah pots.

Benjiniah walks to the Smith Infirmary.

Darman nods

Hrm, bloodstains as interior decorating... Liesana's never thought of /that/ use before. See, Smith is just completely broadening her horizons. In the present, however, Kryz seems to have been shocked into silence or somewhat. Good time to pick up the tour, no? So with a nod to the masters, she heads off down the stairs with Kryz in tow. "I'll have to show you some of the kiddie's work at the easels... I'm no artist like you, but I think there are a couple with some talents.."

Evan has disconnected.
Evan sighs, as he glances about warily before falling asleep.

Darman has disconnected.
Darman falls asleep.

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 is led in by Liesana.

Liesana stops tugging on Kryz's sleeve once she's reached the center of the room, a grin still playing across her face. "So? What do you think? It's still a little bare, but I organized it all myself... Being able to do that... It's so cool!" she bursts out, sounding incredibly childish, but not caring a whit. "But there's the staircase there, see?" A point at the spiral railing rising from the floor in the corner.

Kryz runs over to the staircase and runs up then down it returning back to Lies with a huge smile. "Wow.... this place has everything!" he says before he even sees anything else.

Liesana grins. "Yeah, it's got enough... And what was amazing was that all I had to do was ask... Hey, do you want to see my room? It's /huge/, compared to the one at the hall. I think it was an old store room or something before I got here, but it's fixed up nicely now. And there's klah, and we can catch up."

Kryz smiles and nods as he looks around taking in the entire room. "I'd love to see it," he says staring once again at the staircase.

You go to the Liesana's Lair.

Liesana's Lair
Organized chaos rules in the places that Liesana calls home. Battered-yet-comfy chairs rest in front of a hearth on the back wall, along with an accompanying braided rug. A rather impressive painting hangs in the place of honour above the mantle, no signature apparent, although you could no doubt ask the owner about it. A cluttered sandtable sits corner of the room and alcoves on either side of the hearth hold a pair of cots, one for Niara, and one for temporary room mates. The fourth corner holds an ancient and roomy bed, the richly carved headboard and soft, pillowy quilts contrasting rather incongruously with the simple air of the rest of the room. Shelves dot the walls, glowbaskets resting on some, and a myriad of knick-knacks, books and other essentials of life dot the others. Along one of the long side-walls, right around the center, a spiral staircase wends it's way to the world upstairs.
Soft citron blends with the quiet mingling of old books, ink and wood polish, lending a calm, yet refreshing air.
It is a spring evening.
Above, you see one person.
Twining about the headboard of the bed is Shavira.
You see Nia's Bed, Painting of Keroon, Lada's Little Cot, and Sales Chest here.
You notice Niara and Falada asleep here.
Obvious exits:
Stairs
Kryz walks in from the Harper's Workshop.

Liesana grins at Kryz again, as she patters quietly down the staircase and ambles over to the hearth, readying a packet of klah bark, and boiling a pot of water. "Little bigger than the old place... And the hearth is big enough to do your painting proper justice. Have a seat?" The other benefit to a big room is that you can entertain a friend while your mentee and fosterling sleep.

OOC: Kryz has to run. sorry!!!

Kryz has disconnected.
Kryz falls asleep.

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