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Harper's Tale 3 - Thursday, August 01, 2002, 5:44 PM
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Harper Classroom
The water-smoothed stone walls of this classroom exude spartan functionality. Windowless and undecorated save for a few student-produced works, the area seems designed to keep a student's attention on even the most dry lecture. One large desk sits on a slightly raised platform, with a slate board to one side of it. The area facing the desk is filled with a number of chairs; behind those sit a few long benches on rising tiers along the back wall. Equipped for either small or large classes, this room hosts both lectures and small discussion groups.
Kurt is here.
Obvious exits:
Ballroom

Kurt is seated at the desk in the front of the empty classroom, intensely focused on writing something down. He slouches over his paper, stylus in hand, glasses perched on his nose. "Class is over..." he says, hearing someone but not seeing them yet.

"And you were due in my infirmary two hours ago." replies Morallen with an air of sunny good cheer as he pads to the front of the room where Kurt lurks. "Or did the message I sen along go astray, sir?"

Kurt's stylus stops moving, though he doesn't look up. Blast those healers. "I was busy." he replies, returning to writing. "I feel fine. Really."

Morallen shakes his head and smirks at Kurt. "That's what they all say. But I need to see how your rehab excercises are coming along, and I think you'd prefer to do your tests in the infirmary, right?"

Kurt sighs and sets his stylus down. "All right." he pushes himself to his feet and moves along to walk with Morallen to the infirmary.

Morallen is walking ahead of Kurt, so his smirk of triumph is unseen by the Harper. He replies affably that "Y'know, you're getting better at this. I'm sure this won't take more than a quarter hour of your time or so."

You go to the Main Hall and Ballroom.
You go to the Great Hall.
You walk into the Healer Hall.
You go to the Hold Infirmary and Healer Hall.

Hold Infirmary and Healer Hall
With a faint smell of redwort, the room is astonishingly clean, even for an infirmary. Recently made tapestries cover the outer wall of the cavern, protecting the patients from the weather outside. Shelves line two of the walls, with healing supplies neatly placed on the labeled slots. Cabinets are above them, where herbs and medicines are stored, a few with locks that only masters have access to. Cots line the remaining wall, with sheets that can be pulled around the bed for privacy or surgery. Glows are fastened everywhere, giving this room an intense brightness.
You see Master Maladi, Melanie, Infirmary Cabinet, and Sign - List of Cabinet Contents here.
You notice 3 people asleep here.
Obvious exits:
Healer Passage

Kurt stalks in from the Healer Passage.

Kurt enters after Morallen, not too happy about having to come here again, but he makes the best of it, trying to look as perky as possible. "Better at what?"

Morallen waves Kurt towards a cot, and pads over to extract the Harper Master's medical record from it's home, and snag a writing utensil. "Better and not forcing me to call down your superiors, and your wife to get you in here. Now, how are you finding the excercises I prescribed to you?" he asks, going for a chatty tone of voice as he settles on the cot next door.

Kurt shrugs, taking a seat on the edge of a cot. "Tiring. Very tiring. I'm not used to getting winded by just running around the hall."

Goldenseal suddenly disappears ::between::!

Morallen makes a note of that in his horrible handwriting. Hopefully he, at least, can read it. "Mmmhmm...? Well, that's pretty standard recovery curve you're following in that respect. If you've been following my directions, you should be back to your normal self within another fortnight or so. How about the weight training... how is that working for you?"

Kurt makes a disgruntled sound. "Not fast enough in my opinion. The weight training is going well, I suppose. I was tempted to start running to get things moving along, but I haven't had the time just yet. Kurrin is an excercise in weight training in himself. He can't decide if he wants up or down."

Morallen purses his lips a moment, nibbling on the end of his quill thoughtfully. "You could try running if you like... but I think that hydrotherapy might be more useful, as it throws in resistance training. Can you swim, Master Kurt?"

Kurt shrugs. "A little." he eyes the quill nervously, scooting away from the healer. "I've been working on it since I was working with the dolphincrafters."

Morallen, unaware of Kurt's past history regarding quills, twirls his through his fingers lightly, tosses it and catches it with a flourish, then makes another note. "Well, if you can swim well enough to avoid drowning in the shallows, I'd like you to head to the beach three times a day. Walk along the shoreline, up to your shoulders or chest in the water, wearing your weight belts. Start with ten minute sessions, and work up when you feel comfortable."

Kurt's eyes widen, still locked on that horrible instrument of destruction. "I don't have time to go three times a day. I have work to do. Can't I just work on my acrobatics again?"

Morallen finally notices Kurt's staring at his quill, but doesn't think anything of it. He moves it slowly from one side to the other, as if gauging Kurt's ability to track visually as he continues to chat. "It's not that hard. And a lake will do, if you're at Grinstead. Go after you get up, before your midday meal, and either before your dinner or before you sleep. I'm going to have to recommend against acrobatics until you're back to your full capacity. You could do yourself more harm than good if you fell." Of course, he doubts Kurt will listen. "But, do you have any concerns about anything, before we actually get down to examining your progress?"

Kurt's eyes follow the item, then when he realise Morallen is speaking his attention snaps back into focus. "Huh? Sorry, what?" strange Harper. "Yes. Of course."

Morallen's lips twitch as he muffles a smirk, twirls the quill again, and then makes a note with it. "You do, then? You have some concerns you'd like to share with me?" he prompts, with a quirk of an eyebrow.

Kurt's eyes widen. "What? Like what? What concerns? I don't have any concerns. Why would you ask me that? Concerns? I have no concerns..." he breaks into an overly cheesy grin, still staring at it. "Do you have to use that thing?"

Morallen eyes the quill, and then Kurt with a bemused expression. "Yes. Unless you'd rather I write reports with my own blood. But when I asked if you had concerns, you said 'Yes, of course.'"

Kurt lifts a brow. "You're hearing things. I did not."

Morallen fixes Kurt with a longsuffering look. "Master Kurt, I've got all afternoon... You, apparently, do not. Just answer my question, and we'll be able to get to the exam and get you out of here all the sooner, eh? Now, have you had any difficulties with the program so far? Sore muscles, pulled anything?"

Kurt shrugs. "I've had sore muscles of course. That's to be expected, right? I've had a few strains in my lower legs but nothing incapacitating." he runs a hand through his shorter hair and sighs, missing its length.

Morallen nods, and makes a note of this as well, necessitating another flourish of the quill. "Sore muscles are expected... but if you've been getting strains, I want you to pay closer attention to your warmups before excercising. As an acrobatics specialist, you ought to know them already." he notes, finishing his scrawl and setting the record aside in favour of one of his squeeze balls. "Right, on to the strength test. Just like last time, squeeze this as hard as you can for as long as you can."

Kurt nods and takes the balls in his hand, giving them a squeeze. He does better than he did before, but he's still not up to normal strength. After a few moments he releases them. "How was that?"

Morallen makes a recording, and then compares it with his initial measurements. "Almost doubled in strength and duration." is his pronouncement. "You're progressing right on schedule. Now, you remember the arm strength test?"

Kurt nods. "Yeah, I do." he extends his arm, then bends his elbow so Morallen can grab his hand.

Morallen grins. "Good." he intones, wrapping his hand around Kurt's forearm, and applying a steady pull that slowly increases in strength.

Kurt struggles against Morallen's pull, his arm shaking with the effort he puts into it. He's better than he was, certainly, though still not as strong as he would like.

Morallen tests the other arm, and then once again marks down his findings. "Mmm, not quite as steep an improvement there. Try and work in a little more time with the wrist weights," he posits.

Kurt huffs and furrows his brow, but nods. "Alright...is there anything else you need me to do?"

Morallen chuckles. "Not so fast there, sir. We've got the legs to do, and then I'm going to give you some heavier weights." He shifts to the foot of the cot, and places his hands so that Kurt can brace a foot against them.

Kurt sighs and scoots around, leaning back on his elbows so he can lift his feet to his hands. "At least this one is easier than the other exercises."

Morallen once again applies force to oppose Kurt's muscles, pushing this time instead of pulling. "Well, easy and physical therapy are words that you don't often find together. But if you'd not taken it up, you'd probably still need a cane to get around." he sums up, reaching for his records again.

Kurt resists the urge to kick Morallen while he's there, but that would be unbecoming a Harper. He leans back and sighs. "It should be easy. It was easy enough to wipe out Turns of work."

"Anything worth doing." quotes Morallen, signing off his name to the report with a flourish of quillfeathers. "Is worth doing well. And in this case, 'well' means hard work. It's like climbing back up a hill, after the fever sent you rolling down it. Much harder to get back up." He stops attempting to sound sage before Kurt can hit him, and instead produces some more weight belts. "Here. Add these to your current ones, and continue your process of gradual increase of difficulty. I want you to pay more attention to your stretching, and I expect to see you out frolicking in the surf three times a day..."