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Harper's Tale  - Sunday, October 21, 2001,
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The Hitching Post
You see a bar. But not just any bar, a Keroon-ish bar. Full of Keroon-ites. And other unsavory things like that. It has been extended since it's last incarnation, going out almost another 20 feet into the courtyard, making room for a gigantic new serving bar which runs almost the whole length of the room, easily 90 feet long. The bar has been lovingly shaped and polished, the hard wood having been stained slightly darker then trimmed in brass. Behind it, you can see new everything: glasses, silverware, dishes, and, most importantly, fresh liquor! Woo-hoo! Off in one corner is a small door leading to an office for the head Hostess and her Assistant with a sign hanging on the door that says Please knock before entering. Originating near the office door is a joyous cacophony, the result of the newly renovated game room. Along the wall abutting the hold proper are doors into the Great Hall, the Dining Hall, and the Kitchen. Also along this wall is a staircase leading up into the rooms for travelers. The other two doors in the room lead out into the Courtyard and the Runner Room, respectively. Distributed throughout the room are table, square so that they can easily be pulled together for larger gatherings.
Sitting above the hearth are fourteen firelizards.
You see Meraviglia, Rex, Menu - Snacks and Drinks, Dartboard, and Wine Crate here.
Obvious exits:
Great Courtyard Great Hall Dining Hall Kitchen Game Room Stairs

Kamina walks in from the Dining Hall.

Rilna
Middle aged, but still a striking sight, this woman stands about medium height. Long ebon hair is perfectly straight and still free of grey, while eyes are of sharp and sparkling emerald, with just a few faint crow's feet crinkling into laugh lines. For while this trim-muscled lady is quite a bustler, and often rabid about efficiancy, she also sports a well developed and occasionally wicked sense of humour. Capable arms lead into slender, almost delicate hands, constantly in motion, and adequate for both brute force, and the most delicate movements of haute ecole.
A cream-coloured shirt hangs loosely about her, folds of cloth stopping at fitted cuffs, and hidden by a tailored black vest, leaving just the fabric of the sleeves to flutter free. Black denim slacks are tightly fitted. High leather riding boots, reaching to just below the knee and also dyed in midnight colour, complete the ensemble. Ebon hair is pulled back in a braid, and the entire outfit carries an air of no-nonsense functionality, despite attracting attention with it's sharp simplicity. Rilna's Rucksack hangs heavily from Rilna's shoulder. A mysterious glow has come to Rilna's features, along with a tendancy to smile for no apparent reason. No physical explanation can be seen, and she's still enough of herself that you'd better not pry! Perched on Rilna's shoulder is Heracles.
A knot of double cording, golden yellow and peridot green. Bound together with a red thread, and formed into a single loop with a long tail, it indicates that Rilna is the Stable Mistress for Keroon.
She is awake and looks alert.
Carrying:
Rilna's Rucksack Heracles
Silver Pendant
You notice Rilna looking at you.
Rilna is 42 Turns, 10 months, and 23 days old.

Kamina
A small knot of russet hair is twisted atop Kamina's head and secured by a small silver firelizard clip, leaving a mass of soft waves to frame her finely chiseled face and tumble down her back. Calm, blue-grey eyes peek out from underneath long, tawny lashes, while lightly flushed cheeks and full red lips add color to her creamy skin. Her petite figure is rounding out some, and her relatively long and gracefully cut limbs, along with thrust-back shoulders, seem to lend to her modest height as well as give her a graceful air.
Gossamer fabric is so delicately woven that Kamina's skimpy linen gown appears to float just above her body like a fluid and unrestrained second skin. In varying shades of shimmering azure, this garment leaves little to the imagination; daring design halts mid-thigh, thin straps are all that supports the material atop shoulders, and scooped neckline reveals a bold measure of Kamina's cleavage. Definitely not an outfit for the faint of heart, this dress is then complimented by a set of beige leather sandals, whose extensive straps wrap around ankles and lower calves.
A twisted cord of peridot and golden-yellow, paired with a single loop and a small tail, identifies her as one of the Keroon Hostesses.
She is awake and looks alert.
Kamina is 27 Turns, 1 month, and 27 days old.
You notice Kamina looking at you.

Rilna is sitting at the bar, stirring a spoon around in a mug that reeks overpoweringly of peppermint. Kamine is noticed, and given a slight smile. "Good morn to you,"

Kamina eyes the stablemistress as she slips into her dreaded apron and heads for the counter. Work, just gotta love it. "Yeah, 'good morn' my rear," she mutters. "Why are /you/ so chipper?"

Rilna shrugs, and stirs at her tea some more. "No reason. Just enjoying being alive in the springtime, with all the births firmly behind me for the turn. Why the long face, yourself?" The smile remains, until a drudge walks by, toting a tray of scrambled eggs and insanely greasy sausages, prompting a pale look, and a steadying pull on the tea. Peppermint is good for the stomach.

Kamina just beams at the food as she motions for the drudge to bring some her way, if he doesn't mind. "Wonderful. I'm /starving/. Rilna, would you look at all this wonderful food? All those wonderful sausages..." Yum yum. And the hostess doesn't even notice the slightly greenish look on Rilna's face as she grabs a plate and helps herself. "You want any, Rilna? It's /real/ good..."

Slightly greenish? If those sausages get much closer, Rilna's skin will match her eyes. Orbs in question half lid, as the older woman buries her nose in the scents wafting from her teacup, and then she manages to get out "No... Nono, No thank you, not hungry right now. I'm /fine/ though."

"Is it *ahem* female problems? One of my older sisters used to get so incredibly sick during her time," Kamina blushes a little bit and tries to shoo the grinning male drudge, "we all thought that she was pregnant or something." Interesting. Maybe Rilna's- naah. She's too old.

Rilna grins wanly, and sips at her tea. "Nay, I think I'm a little to old for either of those explanations. Don't get 'female problems' anymore." Well, about about two months ago, anyways. Therefore she's menopaused. Or menopausal. Or whatever. Not Pregnant.

Kamina shrugs. "All right, whatever you say. So is it true about you and that one other guy?" oh, what's his name? "Maverin or something like that? Did you two really get caught in the hayloft in the middle of the night by Brellan and Esther?"

"What!?!" Snorts the stablemistress, any traces of nausea vanishing quickly. "Whoinell told you /that/??? Of course we weren't." Furthur snorting, and then she takes a sip of her tea, some slight balances being restored as she quirks that "Haylofts are damned uncomfortable at our age."

Kamina rolls her eyes. "Boy, I'm so glad I'm not as old as you, Rilna." Because haylofts are soo very fun, you know. "You must miss out on a whole lot." A cute little snort and she starts attacking her sausages again.

Rilna chuckles. "Not really... I'll just spare your young ears the details. But I made enough use of haylofts in my younger days that I can safely limit myself to catching /stablehands/ rolling in them nowadays."

Wow, that must be the first time in ages that anyone's ever called Kamina's ears (or any other part of her, even) young. "Sure, Rilna, whatever you say." And she makes her way out to the kitchen, muttering something about 'poor sick old Rilna'...

Kamina *eeks and does have to run... Thanks for the rp! *snugs*
Kamina goes home.

Maverin moves with meaningful pace in from the Dining Hall.

Rilna is sitting at the bar, stirring a mug of peppermint tea, and glaring evilly at the retreating back of the Assistant Head Hostess who's just headed out. "'Poor sick old Rilna' my left foot!" Snort. And then the annoying drudge sweeps by again, with another tray of scrambled eggs and greasy sausages. Which sends Rilna cowering to her mug again, pale. Maverin is given a weak smile. "Morning, Love."

Maverin stalks in, arms folded behind his back, with an addition to his little group of minions, having not only the old mangy mut at his heels but also a young chocolate canine. He stops in his strong stride to glance about the 'Post, lighting up as he spots Rilna and quickly moving up behind her and dropping a wild flower infront of her but careful not to drop it into her tea. "The first flower of spring-- or close to it," he chuckles and pulls out a stool beside hers. "Having a better morning? I'd heard you were a little ill and came in from the stables. Everything alright?" Yay for protective suckers.

Rilna smiles, and picks up the flower, looking a /little/ less green. "That's so sweet..." she murmurs, fingering it as she sips from her mug. "Ill? Not really... Just... something that came up on the hunting trip. Some touch of cold that's settled in my stomach. Seems to go away as the day goes by." This, to Rilna, is a very minor complaint. "But how are /you/ holding up, love? I idn't realize the bedroll was lumpy when I brought it." That was the /only/ reason she had trouble sleeping, yep.

Maverin laughs under his breath and holds out his hand. "Rils, come with me for a walk, would you?" Both canine companions herd to Mavz feet, eagerly awaiting the possibilty for them to return outside with the sturdy 'pet. "We're not going outside, you two, we're going for a /walk/," he chuckles and whuffles the fur of each. "Brats."

Rilna gives Maverin a suspicious look. He's up to something for sure. But then another twinge of nausea strikes her, and the woman returns to her peppermint tea. "Ughhh, yes, I suppose a walk would be welcome... where to, if not outside?" She's not /usually/ this dense, honest.

Rilna hugs Kiriya! Kiriya raises her eyebrow a bit, but gives you a big hug back and smiles!

Maverin studies the ceiling for a moment, the two canines' glance flicking from Mavz's face to the ceiling and back again. "Just... around. you'll see, love. Please." Wouldn't she have caught on by now?

Rilna is one of those folks incredibly observant about things like runnerbeasts and other people's love lives, but when it comes to herself, she'd challange a stone wall for density. But right now, getting as far away from those greasy sausages as possible sounds good, and so, with a shrugs, she aquiesces, and stands, taking Maverin's arm. "Lead on, love, lead on."

**Travel Spam**

Infirmary
Designed with efficiency in mind, this room is the picture of cleanliness. Beds sit along one wall, curtains hug between each, pulled back when not used, or pulled around a cot for privacy. Cabinets are hung along the opposite wall above a countertop, full of all sorts of necessary supplies. A deep washbasin is inset in the counter, kept clean as well. A locked cabinet hangs on the back wall, the key kept in the constant possession of the Master Healer posted at Keroon. There are several chairs in the room, most set alongside the beds, though a rocking chair sits off in a quiet corner.
To the south, you see one person.
On the perch are Tarius, Hisoka, Puck, and Slider.
You see Iriandel and Examination Room here.
You notice Katenya and Tish asleep here.
Musuko is here.
Obvious exits:
Healer Living Quarters, Great Hall, Great Courtyard

Maverin moves with meaningful pace in from the Great Hall.
Rilna is led in by Maverin.

Musuko is examining the cabinets, and looks around, making sure everthing is in order.

Kiriya stealthily and gracefully stalks in from the Great Courtyard.

Kiriya yawns as she saunters into the infirmary, and... "Musuko, hey... heard you were summoned up 'ere, so I decided to come down as well. Shardin' between is /so/ freezing. Not that bad though. Anyhoo." She takes a seat on a cot.

Musuko nods. "I know how ya feel, I wonder if anything interesting is gonna happen."

You notice Musuko looking at you.

Maverin wanders in with Rilna's arm around his, only removed as he moves to put his arm across the small of her back to prevent her from turning and walking out. A stablemistress is unpredictable but /Rilna/ is three time more unpredictable. "Excuse me," he calls to either of the Healers currently in glare's distance, waving his hand in the air to call one over while he keeps a fine hold of Rilna.

Musuko looks up, and blinks. "Yes, may I help you?" she asks nicely, be nice, don't scare the patient away...

Kiriya sits back. She'll just remain scarce here. Yeeeees. That's what she'll do. A nod is given to the couple as she sits in her chair, quaffing klah and eating one of her infamous cookies.

And currently Rilna looks like a caged feline. One of the big, maneating Southern ones. "That was dirty cards, Maverin..." she growls, giving a glare to the Healers. "You /know/ I hate this place. And it's a touch of stomach cold, nothing more..." This for the Healers' benefit.

Musuko raises her eyebrow. she looks over Rilna. Seeing nothing much abnormal, she then goes on to ask, "Well, I'll just check that out for you, so I can give ya some medicine. Please have a seat on this cot." she says, pointing to a cot. "I'll just get the supplies I need." she rummages in the cabinets, and pulls out a glowstick, and a mallet. With a second thought, she pulls out tissues, and other stuff. "Kiri, could you help me out?"

Kiriya arches an eyebrow. "Stomach cold. Mind, that's probably stomach /flu/." Eye is arched a moment... something's telling her this 'stomach cold' isn't the right answer. Who knows. Padding over to the redwort basin, she beckons her sister over. "Redwort first, Musuko."
Musuko *adds, and redworts. to the previous pose.

Maverin rolls crystalized eyes 'neath his dark eyebrows and glares down at Rilna, pushing her forward by the arm held behind her. Caged feline or not, Rilna's suffering from morning sickness and Maverin isn't so dumb as to not recognize it. He looks up at Musuko and smiles slightly, "She calls it a stomach cold, I call it morning sickness." Rilna's eyed again as he leads her willingly or not to the cot. He's going to get a swift earfull for this one and he's aware of it. "Rilz, remember how I told you you wouldn't be 'sticking' me with a child? Please, just let them clarify your 'stomach cold' as either that or the possibility you're pregnant," he mutters quietly.

Kiriya sidles over to the cot a little faster after redworting, hearing the phrase "the possibility you're pregnant". "Musuko, get moving and help this poor woman!"

Musuko blinks. "Yes Kiri!" she smiles. "Looks like Kiriya will be taking over!!!" she smiles. "I'm Musuko, adn that's Kiriya, in case you need something." she smiles kindly. "Kiri, you need to get your listening tube ect, give her a normal physical... I'll help!"

Rilna glares back, as she's strongarmed towards the cot, sitting down with a loud thump. It's a very good thing that she doesn't have her throwing knives on her belt any longer, or the Healers would probably have /two/ patients. "It's still dirty cards!" she hisses, before giving the Healers a stare full of emerald venom. "Well met." she bites out. "Rilna. Stablemistress. And /this/." Almost a curse the way she says it. "Is Maverin."

Kiriya chuckles and extracts it from her bag. "Ah, no, Musuko, you do the physical." She steps over to Maverin. "Hello, sir, my name's Kiriya, healer senior apprentice specializing in midwifery. You mentioned... Morning sickness?"

"It's /not/ Morning Sickness!!!" bursts out the Stablemistress. "It's a touch of /cold/..."

Musuko looks at Kiri in the way that means, 'You do this, I'm no midwife'!.

Kiriya settles down beside Rilna. "Alright, Stablemistress Rilna. You say you've got stomach cold? What sort of symptoms have you been feeling since this was brought on?" She gets out her listening tube, ready to use it.

Musuko goes home.

Maverin settles down at a cot nearby, deciding to leave this up to the Healer and Rilna to discuss, still sitting in a fine distance from them incase needed for anything. Yes, he's Maverin and he played dirty cards but still, Rilna wouldn't have come on her own.

Rilna edges away from the Healer, keeping a very precise distance of two feet between them. Yes, she's acting childish, but you would too, if you'd been trapped by a conspiracy. Which is obviously what's happened here. "It started about two sevendays ago, while I was on a hunting trip with some other Beastholders. The nights were quite chilly, and I started finding myself a little nauseous and weak in the mornings. I've also been more tired than usual. Standard stomach cold." Denial ain't just a river in Egypt, after all.

Maverin
Brilliantly cold ice dwells within this man's eyes, shadows from his dark and serious eyebrows failing to dampen the light mist of his whirls. Fairly pale skin bathes over his lean body, comfortably formed muscle taut over nearly every inch of his 6' tall figure. Maverin is in no way a pretty boy and more correctly described as rough-looking with a strange handsomeness lurking in his spirited eyes. Well-defined cheekbones lead down to his prominent jawline, smoothly squared by not nearly a timid and gentle curve. Full lips matching the solemn emotion of his eyes are tainted a gentle rose and appear near silk in touch like the shoulder-length hair of deep chestnut which has been pushed over the crown of his head, small whisps of the strands falling to frame his face. Barely beginning to show his age, Maverin pays little heed to the few hairs sprouting from the center of his hairline and joining the others at the nape of his neck.
A loose white shirt covers his torso, the low neck left undone with its black strings hanging limply and rather crookedly from the loops which fasten the shirt. Dun-colored trousers made of leather fit closely to his thighs and become resonably loose as they fall overtop black boots with thick soles smoothed from Turns of useage. A bracelet made with fine pieces of string dyed an assortment of colors sits around his wrist, worn slightly and barely loose enough for Mavz to fit a finger between his skin and the string bracelet.
He is awake, but has been staring off into space for 5 minutes.
Maverin is 43 Turns, 8 months, and 2 days old.

Kiriya
Before you stands a teenaged girl, looking up at you in wonder through sienna eyes, deep and dark, shielded behind a row of bushy bangs of a lighter shade of brown. Her hair continues down in a braid, slung over her shoulder, and terminating just below her waist. A scar runs over her left eye in a deep red flesh color, incurred by Threadscore and agenothree burns, and it serves as the only existing evidence that her family was killed by the same in a tragic accident years ago. Her body, though clothed thoroughly, is slender and curvaceous, and her full, pouting ruby-colored lips smile at you when you come in her sight.
Tightly fit 'round her body rests a black short-sleeved, short-legged divesuit. The opening for the neck is high, obscuring all the muscles, yet outlining her slender neck's form. Cascading down from the neck is an elaborate pattern of blood-red slashes, crossing over her breasts and down to where the right leg opens just at mid-thigh. A small caduceus is embroidered on the left shoulder, signifying that she is a member of the healercraft and wears this symbol, in place of a knot, with pride. Kiriya's Wherhide Bag hangs heavily from Kiriya's shoulder. Perched on Kiriya's shoulder is Tenshi. Perched on Kiriya's shoulder is Touga.
A delicate ruby pendant encircles her neck in a flow of silver ending in red fire. The necklet is solid silver and flows along the hollows of her neck, terminating in a dazzling ruby of the finest cut.
She is awake, but has been staring off into space for 6 minutes.
Carrying:
Kiriya's Wherhide Bag Tenshi
Ruby Pendant Touga
Suki
Kiriya is 17 Turns, 6 months, and 23 days old.

Kiriya nods, taking note of the symptoms mentally, and starts to put together the pieces. "Mm-hm. Though I haven't heard of a stomach cold in all my healer training, I'll admit. It could be flu, you know. Have you been having a fever of any sort, cough, anything of that uncomfortable sort?" She looks to Rilna momentarily, waiting for her response.

Maverin eyes Rilna with that 'I told you so' stare of his and crosses his arms, happily awaiting the hopeful results that he will, in deed, be correct... although with a second realization, his face falls slightly more pale than it usually is. "I.. I... Do you happen to have any water in here? Or wine? Anything alcoholic?" he pleads with a froggy throat he needs to clear time after time.

Rilna shakes her head, eyeing the senior apprentice with the air of a skittish runnerbeast. "Noooo..." she intones quietly, looking all the more dangerous because of it. "No fever, no cough, it's just a stomach cold. Or maybe food poisoning from the attempts at cooking that were considered trail grub. Only that. Nothing more." Maverin is given the same look. "After you have hauled me in here, love, you're not going to run to the tavern and leave me here, are you?"

Kiriya points to a small basin with the words, "Water's over there to quench thirst and all." Looking back to her patient, she continues, "Not to pry much, but I'd just like to ask you a question or two. How long ago was your last monthly bleed?" She crosses her legs in her cot-side chair.

Maverin shakes his head slowly as he rises to his feet and hurries to the water basin, still looking wide-eyed and rather fidgetty at the dawning of his assumption. "I won't leave you here, but I'd still /really/ like a drink," he quietly replies and quenches the thirst that had only recently hit him before he heads back to his seat.

Rilna snorts irritably, a noise that her evil-tempered stallion would be proud of. "That's hardly a proper question to be asking!" she grouses, before tossing her head. "Well, if you really must know..." Words drip with sarcasm, masking embarassment at the Healer's query. "The last one was two months ago, but they're been erratic for the few months before that. At my age, any Healer should be thinking I'm going through the Change, not producing infants!" Snort again. Yeah, tell the Healer how to do their job. You /go/ girl... Some of the violence leaves her eyes as she watches Maverin, and a smile breifly touches her lips. "I know, I know... I don't mean to snap, I just don't like this place." Kiriya is now ignored.

Maverin also begins to pay little heed to the Healer and returns a soft smile to Rilna, his figdetting brought down to a slight twisting of his bracelet rather than the nervous twitch they seemed to have previously. "I understand, dearheart," he coo's, "What ever would give you the impression that I would leave you here?" Especially since he seems to make it his duty to know where she is most of the day... not to mention they more or less work together.. *cough*.. but still!

Rilna sighs, and softens a little more. See? She's not evil /all/ the time. "I don't know, love, I don't know... It's just... The last time I was in here, I ended up being stuck in bed for a sevenday, and no-one came by at all except the odd stablehand." Who she practically ordered to bring her work to do. She reaches out, and places a hand over the fidgeting one, the Healer for all intents and purposes vanishing from her consciousness. "Just not used to having someone around again, is all."

Kiriya arches an eyebrow. "Two months? Hm. Sorry to pry again, but how old are you, or at least what decade are you in?"

Maverin eyes Kiriya and covers his face. Decade? He mutters under his breath about Rilna and viciousness. "Oh Faranth.. now you've done it..."

Rilna rolls her eyes as the Romantic Moment is interrupted by the continued prying of the Healer Wench. Or so Rilna's mentally referring to Kiriya. It's with a stiff dignity that she intones. "You were obviously /quite/ ill-raised to be asking a lady her age, but I am in my fourth decade, thank you very much." Poor Kiriya is probably wishing she'd swapped shifts by now.

Kiriya puts two and two together... whee. Something tells her she's got a lovely case of "Here comes the baby, dear!" on her hands. Hanging her head slightly, she says, "I'm sorry, ma'am, but knowing a little more about you helps me to get a mental picture of what's going on. Now, based on the information I told you, Rilna, I would like to perform a pelvic exam." Oh, now she's really done it, hasn't she?..."

Maverin doesn't seem phased at Rilna's being asked for a pelvic exam and simply sits there, bobbing his feet and looking about the room, every once in a while pausing his search to study an artifact or two, curiously. At least he's not running around touching things. Yet.

Rilna slowly raises herself off the cot, no visible force being used to push her up. Like she's some sort of giant puppet on strings. A rather disconcerting effect. She maintains silence until she's at her full height of five feet six inches, and proud of every one of them. "I beg you're pardon, you're going to do /what/!!!" she intones, quietly, but with great force.

Kiriya shudders at Rilna's quiet but powerful intonation of dislike. "Rilna, ma'am, you told me plenty of information-- thank you. What you've told me you've been experiencing are the telltale signs of pregnancy. I'd like to do a pelvic exam, specifically a mucus plug test, to see if you are truly pregnant. All it involves is my peering around a little just to see if the mucus plug has formed inside your birth canal. This plug is meant to protect the baby from outside things such as dirt, bacteria, and such. I hope I've clarified it enough... if you would please go behind the partition over there, change into that exam gown hanging over the wall, and lie on the cot?" She smiles a little, trying not to appear demanding. Or things like that.

Maverin shoots Rilna another look, "Rilna," he growls in his low voice, "Don't make such a fuss and go put on that exam gown for Faranth's sake. It'll be done before you know it. Or do I have to leave you here in the Infirmary until I get back from Crom?" While he'd crumble under an arguement with the Stablemistress, Maverin seems set on winning before he has to act as a bug under Rilna's foot. He can hear it now-- CRUNCH!

Touga blinks in from ::between::!
Kiriya calls to Touga, who flies over and lands on her shoulder.

Rilna ignores Maverin completely. Or so it would appear, if one didn't know her well. Message recieved, however. The stablemistress locks eyes with Kiriya for a long couple of moments, apparently examining the poor Healer's soul with those emerald orbs of hers. Then, apparently satisfied, she heads behind the partition, and dons the gown, settling on the cot without a single word being spoken. Quiet it is Too quiet.

Maverin idly taps his fingers on the cotside.

Kiriya gently spreads Rilna's legs to opposite ends of the cot, and looks... yes, there it is... "Rilna, there is a plug. Congratulations or not, you're pregnant. You can be expecting a little bundle of joy in about nine months." Yeah. She's said THE WORDS.

Rilna *adjusts. Seven, if she's missed two periods. ;)
Kiriya *erks. Ok. Sorry.

Maverin smiles softly to himself and, although his words are meant to be smug they come out quietly, "I told you so." He laughs lightly and shakes his head. "Anything we need to keep Rilna away from while she's pregnant?" he wonders.

Rilna gives nothing more than a resigned sigh, and pulls herself to a sitting position, dangling her legs over the side of the cot. "Alchohol, pipeweeds, fellis, wierd herbs, not too much klah, and no heavy lifting, right?" She /has/ done this before, after all. Maverin is given a glance reminding him of that fact.

Kiriya chuckles. "You're right, Rilna. Now, I'll contact healer senior apprentice Mirenda. She'll be looking out for you from here on in, because I'm posted elsewhere. I think I can trust her with you. Okay?" She stands up from her chair slowly at the sound of an impatient dragon croon and a husky yell from outside somewhere. "My ride here's getting a little impatient. Hope everything works out alright!"