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Liesana steps silently down the curving staircase from the balcony hallway. Liesana wanders down the staircase, idly combing her wet hair into some semblance of order. The dried sea salt powdering her skin, as well as the decidedly fishy smell of her 'lizards hints at where she's spent the morning. Delilah is spotted, and given a cheery wave. "Hello hello!" 

Delilah smiles and waves back, "Hello, How're you?" 

Liesana smiles. "Very good indeed! I got to spend the morning playing with a dolphin!" A grin more suitable to a 5 turn old creases her features, old childhood dreams die hard. 

Delilah grins, "Really?" she asks, "That must've been great." 

Liesana nods vigorously, childishly pleased with the morning's events. "Oh, it was... I'd always wanted to play with a dolphin, but I never had a chance, 'til now." She grins. "I just jumped in, dress and all." 

Delilah nods, "That's great for you!" she smothers a giggle with a hand, "I can just imagine. But it's good you finally got to do it." 

Liesana's grin shrinks to a more normal aspect as she gets a hold of herself, and perches on one of the marble steps, now more practically attired in work pants and a shirt. "So, how are you finding life at the Hall?" 

Rijalvas walks down the curving staircase from the balcony hallway. 

Delilah's eyes light up ever so slightly, "Oh it's great, I really love it here." 

Liesana smiles. "I'm glad to hear that." Footsteps on marble attract her attention, and she half-turns in her seat on a step. "Heya Rijalvas!" 

Delilah also hears the footstep and she waves to Rijalvas. 

Rijalvas wanders downstairs at a sedate pace. One /does/ see something new every day. He steps off the bottom stair and shifts aside, pausing to look for lurking journeymen. He spies none, but notices Delilah and Liesana -- and a shadow he suspects of being a drudge. Ignoring the shadow, he wanders over towards the two girls. "Your Ladyship!" he addresses Delilah. "You joined! Hey, Liesana." He glances over at the senior apprentice only briefly before looking back at Delilah. "What /is/ your name, by the way? I never caught it." 

Delilah laughs quietly, and answers, "My name's Delilah,but," she adds, "You can call me Del, it's easier." 

"Del," Rijalvas repeats, cementing the name. "Well... introduced, I guess. We already met, so well met doesn't really work." He seems only moderately flustered by this progression of thought and words; the link between brain and mouth is functioning better than its norm. "Nice to see you, anyway. I'm Rijalvas. People call me 'Jalvas. Or Rij. Or 'Jal." 

Liesana settles herself on her step again, combing out her her hair, and sending water droplets flying. "Hiding from anyone today, Rij? Looked like you were watching for something or someone to grab you as you came down the stairs." 

Kurt bounces in through an arch from the great hall. 

"Hiding?" Rijalvas doesn't start, and his nonchalance seems relatively sincere. If he's lying... he's getting better at it. "I'm not hiding from anyone. Haven't done anything wrong today." 

Liesana nods. "That's good. Taking a day of rest never hurt anyone." The latest arrival to the ballroom is waved at "G'day Kurt." 

Kurt enters the ballroom, nearly literally bouncing up and down on his toes. "Hi!!!" he twitters, and spins around on the balls of his feet, long hair and skirt swirling around him. "What a beautiful day!" gasp! "My hair! I forgot to rebraid my hair!" 

"Huh?" Rijalvas swivels at Liesana's greeting to Kurt, but before he finishes his turn, he hears the journeyman speak. Disconcerted, he tries to move more quickly than he should, and his foot slips on a patch of wet mosaic. He manages to catch himself quickly, his foot skidding onto dry floor which arrests the motion. However, the entire action is missing some grace. 

Delilah follows the spinning figure with her eyes and says quietly, "Good Afternoon." hearing Rijalvas slip she turns and asks, "Are you alright?" 

Liesana chuckles, watching the reaction of Rij to Kurt while putting the finishing touches on her own 'do. "Not hiding, eh?" she cackles, before turning to Kurt and inquiring "'Fasting?" 

Kurt hauls a long coat from his bag and holds it up. "How does this look?" he asks, holding the white garment against him. Bobbing his head up and down, he nods breathlessly. "Yes. It's not long from now." 

Liesana nods. "Looks good. A nice change from your usual palette." A pat to her gitar. "Need anyone for incidental music? I'd have to change of course." Work pants and a peasant shirt not exactly being the height of fashion. 

"Fine," Rijalvas mutters to Delilah. He glares at Liesana briefly. "I'm /not/," he says in an undertone. "I /haven't/ done anything wrong. But I'm trying not to /start/." He eyes Kurt a bit warily, shifting to try to hide behind Del as much as possible. Maybe Kurt hasn't noticed him. Riiiiight. 

Kurt raises a brow. "What didn't you do?" he asks, folding the white coat neatly. "Sure, I've been trying to recruit people for background music." 

"/Anything/," Rijalvas replies plaintively. "I /haven't/. Really." 

Kurt nods, unconvinced. "Well tell me what they think you didn't do? What do they think you did?" he sounds non threatening, but is just doing his job as he removes the coordinating shirt and trousers. "Hmm? Do you think it suits me?" 

"/Nothing/!" Rijalvas replies helplessly. "No one thinks I did anything. I haven't done anything. Liesana thought I was hiding. But I'm /not/." He pauses. "Nice coat?" Well. That was a feeble attempt at changing the subject. 

Liesana chuckles good-naturedly at Rij's dilemma, which she inadvertently caused, taking down her hair once again in order to arrange it in a more formal manner. An appraising look at Kurt's finery. "Indeed. Definitely suits you." 

Kurt starts to say something, then lowers his eyebrows, snapping a warning "Watch your tone, apprentice." then nods his thanks. "Thank you...you guys should come. This is something you;ll probably be asked to do when you reach Journeyman, depending on how well you do." 

Delilah has disconnected. 

Rijalvas glances at Delilah, then Liesana, his gaze quite plainly demanding: See? See? He does not, however, say it out loud, having more forbearance than that. He gets into trouble for innocence around Kurt; no need to add guilt at the moment. He simply inches towards the stairs, trusting in Liesana to hold the conversation and distract for the moment. 

Kurt's dark eyes dart to the apprentice again. "I asked you a question Rijalvas!" he states, putting his hands on his slim hips. "Unless you want to be cleaning the floors of the ballroom for the next few days, get your backside over here and answer me." ooh, tough little guy. Course the apprentice could easily flatten him, but rank has its advantages. 

Liesana snickers quietly, and does as Rij's mute plea wishes, attempting to change the subject while pretending to not have heard Kurt's last command. "So, when do the festivities all get under way? And is it true that the reception's being catered by the BakerCraft?" 

Kurt bobs his head up and down, unbraiding some of his braids as he speaks, leaving his hair cascading around him in spiral curls. "Yeah...the Bakers brought a cake and everything. The vintners donated some wines and juices. Everything will get underway in a few candlemarks." 

"What did you /ask/?" Rijalvas retorts, getting moody now. "You said I should watch my tone, then something about how we should watch handfastings. You didn't /ask/ anything!" He's not quite yelling, but he's obviously petulant. I didn't know I was under orders to stay here and listen to your suggestions right now." 

Liesana sighs and facepalms, as her attempts at changing the topic fall flat due to Rij's comment. Muttering "You're on your own now, boyo," she retreats to the dorms to change into her formal dress. 

Kurt clears his throat. "You are not to take that tone with a Journeyman, Rijalvas. I've let your mouth slide a number of times. If you raise your voice again, or talk back, you will be spending the rest of the sevenday scrubbing the ballroom. If you snap at me again, you'll be dusting the archive vault too." he frowns. "I asked you what you were supposedly doing or not doing." his last words are spoken lightly, as he leans forward to unbraid some of the braids in the back. 

"And I. Said. Nothing," Rijalvas replies, his voice slow and deliberate. "And you told /me/ to watch my tone. If you think I'm lying, then punish me. But I'm /not/." 

Kurt takes a deep breath, maintaining his temper. "All right. Then you will be assigned to cleaning the ballroom. If you mouth off to another journeyman, that will be doubled, and if you mouth off to /me/ again, it will be doubled PLUS you will be cleaning and organising the archive vault. Is that clear, apprentice?" his hair is now unbraided, hanging down past his waist in wild curls and over his shoulders in the front, making him look like a wildman. 

Rijalvas stares at Kurt for a moment in shock, then shakes his head. "No," he says simply, his voice even. "I won't. I quit." 

Liesana returns from the dorms on the heels of Kurt's ultimatum. Quick change. A glance over the railings provides an interesting scene, and Rijalvas' quiet declaration is almost unheard. She sinks quietly into her seat, unsure of what to do. 

Kurt sighs. "All right. Look. We'll talk about this later, all right? I have a handfasting to perform, and I don't want to see you make any hasty decisions." 

Rijalvas simply looks at Kurt, silent, his jaw set. His eyes are glimmering faintly with moisture, but he is not crying, and will, in fact, not cry. But neither will he speak; it seems too much of a dangerous proposition. 

Delilah walks down the curving staircase from the balcony hallway. 

Kurt draws a deep breath and glances toward the classroom. "Rijalvas...you can't walk away from all your problems. I'd rather try to help you than punish you, but you don't seem to want to accept that I'm not your enemy. Now will you talk to me and tell me what's bothering you? Or will you leave the craft and give up on all your dreams because you can't deal with your problems?" he /hates/ making speeches like this, but once in a while it happens. The Journeyman begins to run his fingers through his hair to straighten it out. 

Liesana utters a single word, "Men!!", before sweeping off to the Archive Vault in utter exasperation, skirt trailing behind her. Click click click click. And SLAM! go the french doors. 

Liesana steps silently to the Archive Vault. 

Delilah slips down the stairs, she murmurs a sorry and something about needing to take care of something but doesn't want to interrupt the conversation happening. Auriana walks in. 

Auriana smiles. "Wow! A lot of my friends in one room!" She waves. 

Kurt's gaze snaps to Auriana and he bellows "KNOCK!" in a voice rarely heard. The Journeyman's nerves are taxed to the limit as it is, his temper snapping like a rubber band. 

Auriana is taken back. "I'm sorry..." Tears well up in the corner of her eyes. 

Rijalvas stares at Kurt for a minute, his mouth opening fishlike. "You... complete... arrogant... What's /bothering/ me is that /I/. /Did/. /Not/. /Do/. /Anything/. At all. All day. /Nothing/. But you come in here, and Liesana makes a joke, and you take it seriously. And so you assume I'm guilty. And when I say I'm not, you refuse to believe me. And when I /repeat/ that I'm not, starting to feel picked on, /you/ yell at me to watch my tone. So then I start to go, and you yell at me for not answering your question. Which I /did/ answer. /Nothing/ was the answer. So I say that, and you say I'm mouthing off. And /yes/, by now I'm getting angry. Wouldn't /you/ be? So I say, /again/, that I HAVE DONE NOTHING. And you say I'm punished. I'm /trying/ to be calm, but you are apparently biologically incapable of it. Nothing I /ever/ say or do is ever good enough for you, and you yell at everyone, but refuse to let anyone sharding /talk strongly/ to you. And it is Driving. Me. Nuts!" 

Delilah waves a little to Auriana, at Kurt's outburst to Auriana she steps back a bit and gives her a sympathetic look. 

Auriana takes a step and stands beside Del. 

Kurt folds his arms. "I simply asked you what you had done. If you hadn't done anything then there was no reason to get so ruffled." he stands up on his toes to appear taller "And /you/ are not to talk strongly to me. /I/ am your superior, and your teacher. And you /will/ show the proper respect. Now either you /will/ settle down and be nice or you will calm down and I won't report you to the masters." either way, it's the same option, but it's always nice to give a choice. 

OOC: Rijalvas says "Poor girls are getting trapped in our moodiness. Forgive us our head-butting. ;)" 

OOC: Kurt says "hehehe" 

OOC: Kurt says "Kurt is on the edge of insanity right now getting everything ready, and he's not even the one getting married :)" 

From the french doors to the Archives, Liesana's face can be seen peering curiously into the room she just left, exasperation apparently not enough to keep her from wanting to gather the news. After Kurt's outbust Auriana-wards, she tenses, as if debating whether or not to return, when Rij's speech sends her back to her post. 

Rijalvas shakes his head. "You aren't anymore," he says simply. "You said you wanted to talk about it, and you yelled at me before I yelled at you. My problems aren't the ones I'm worried about. Yours and the sharding craft's are. And I don't want to be part of any craft that has someone like you as a journeyman." 

Auriana shots a surprised look at Rijalvas. "I am sorry I came in unannounced but there is no need to scream at me for it." She brushes away her tears and looks Kurt in the eye. 

Delilah looks at Auriana trying to tell her with her eyes not to feel bad. She then looks at Rijalvas, startled and her eyes widen. 

Liesana steps silently in from the Archive Vault. 

Liesana steps back into the room, taking a position leaning against one of the balcony pillars. Her hands sit firmly on her hips, and a determined look in her eye hints that she'll see this situation defused if it kills her. 

Kurt tenses up and puts himself between Rijalvas and the exit. "Look. Let's wait until things have cooled down a little before we go throwing our knots into the rubbish, all right? If you promise to watch your tone, I will promise to not hound you so much but if you want to be part of a craft...ANY craft, you MUST show respect to your superiors and answer when someone asks you a question. Do you understand that? It's not that I'm a bad Journeyman, I am doing MY JOB." his tone isn't angry, but explaining. "I had to respect my elders, and I got myself smacked more than once for mouthing off to a higher-up. I'm trying to save you from becoming an undisciplined apprentice who will grow up to be an uneducated Journeyman. You are no different than any other apprentice." 

Rijalvas stares at Kurt for a moment. "No," he replies. "No, not all right. Because despite the fact that it is patently obvious, you will not confess that you are at all at fault here. Yeah, I lose my temper. I /admit/ that. Frequently. But so do you, and frankly, this was /your/ misunderstanding, and /your/ fault. And now you're being patronizing and insulting, which you've been to me from day one. Why do I view you as a monster? Because you've /been/ one to me. And I repeat, for the seven /thousandth/ time: I /did/ answer your question. Honestly. Repeatedly, even." 

Auriana takes a look at Del as if to say, "This may take awhile." 

Liesana rolls her eyes, and leans on her pillar yet more, commenting quietly to it that "Here we go again," Strictly between her and the Pillar, of course. 

Delilah seeing and recognizing the look given her and nods very slightly. 

Kurt huffs. "All right, if I was wrong, I was wrong, but that does NOT excuse you from speaking in such a tone." trying not to trip over his hair as he bends down to pick up his satchel and outfit he sighs. "And I don't care what you do, if you take an attitude about it, then you /will/ get into more trouble." his hands are frantically brushing his hair, trying to make sense out of the amazingly long mass. "Ask the others what I'm like." 

Rijalvas shrugs. "Whatever," he replies, not rising to the bait this time. He just reaches up to unpin the knot from his shoulder, turning his attention from journeyman to strings. 

Kurt holds up his hands. "Hold it. Don't act in haste. I'm not going to beg you to stay. But I do think you have potential as a songwriter." he nods. "Yeah, I heard the song you wrote about me, and admittedly I was a little burned up about it. I do /not/ limp." hmph. "...I was impressed that you were able to put something together like that. If you want to throw it all away just because you can't take a little heat, go ahead. See you around. It's a lot harder to make a living out there. Part of being a Harper is taking the heat from people. Holders get mad at one another, and they take it out on the harper. Parents blame their children's bad marks on the harpers. It's part of life, Rijalvas. Deal with it. Quit and be a sissy or stay and learn how to deal with it." 

Liesana decides to step into the ring, walking over to lean on the railing of the stairs, commenting as she goes. "Brilliant. You're both just brilliant, you know? I don't know how I can stand in the presence of two such geniuses." She shakes her head. "You two are constanly at each other's throats, and I really think that niether of you really /cares/ about resolving this, you both just want to be right!" There's little heat in her tone, just a whole lot of weariness. 

Auriana smiles uneasily. 

Rijalvas looks at Liesana for a moment, his attention diverted. "Oh," he says, his tone mocking. "Right. I forgot. And you're the person who doesn't care at /all/ about being right. You just want to keep an open mind about issues, because you care so much about everyone. Which is why you bully people into doing things, scheme and talk around everyone just to get your own way. I'm sorry. Maybe I misunderstood you." Ooh. Now he's hurting. 

Delilah closes her eyes and bites her lip slightly, she can tell that that wasn't going to help matters at all. She opens her eyes again and stops herself from saying anything. She doesn't want to get wrapped up in this. She glances at Auriana with a 'uh oh' look. 

Kurt clears his throat. "Rijalvas! THat was uncalled for. Liesana, hush. We're not going to continue this. We're going to stop it right here and now." he glances up at the apprentice and sighs. "It's up to you." he did compliment the kid afterall, if that isn't worth anything, then he's not worth teaching, in Kurt's mind anyway. 

Liesana lets the cutting words wash over her, maintaining the same unmoved expression. "Now that you've got that off your chest, let me tell you why you're wrong." She starts ticking off points on her fingers. "One: I /do/ care about being right, when I know that I am. Two: I don't intend to bully on this point, I'm just tired of walking on eggshells around you two. Three: What the hell has 'my way' got to do with this present situation." Then she smiles, and nods sharply at Kurt. "You're right. I can't decide anything for you two, but would you both do me a favour, and stop looking like you're going to kill someone whenever the other's /name/ is mentioned." Then she settles herself on the steps, and turns her attention to tuning her gitar, apparently oblivious to everything else. 

Caramak walks down the curving staircase from the balcony hallway. 

Auriana yawns. "If have to go. If Kurt will permit me of course." She motions to the exit he is standing in front of. 

Kurt draws a deep breath and drops his brush into his satchel, his hair now hanging straight around him. "Liesana! I said hush!" he nods and steps aside for Auriana. "See you later. " then Rijalvas is given a wave. "one argument at a time, please." Auriana smiles. "'Night!" Auriana has disconnected. 

Caramak moves slowly around the edge of the banister from the upstairs hallway, an incredulous crinkle to his forehead. For the moment, he seems to be watching the altercation to simply ascertain the situation. 

Rijalvas looks at Kurt, brought back to his last statement. "Sometimes," he says slowly, "we're so afraid of looking like a coward that we don't do the thing we should. We have two choices, you know, and one of them's a lot easier than the other." He pauses, actually thinking now. "And we want to make the harder one, because it shows we're stronger. You know, like it's hard to stay and put up with your abuse." And this time, it's not said with insult in the tone. "But you think you should do the other thing, because people will think you're a sissy otherwise. Like you'll think I'm a sissy if I quit. But really... what I said the other day. About hypocrisy? I meant it. Goodbye Kurt. Liesana, it was good." He reaches again up to his knot, undoing the pin. 

Liesana sighs, letting a portion of the feeling bottled up inside escape with the sound. "If you won't change your mind, I can't change it for you." And she once again bends over her gitar. 

Kurt grumbles. "You're making no sense. You're letting your anger speak for your actions. Go cool down and then decide whether or not you're going to quit, because once you quit, you quit. Are you prepared to make that decision based on what you perceive as abuse from /one/ Journeyman?" 

Delilah eyes widen and her hand covers her mouth in shock. 

The moving knot seems to spur Caramak's interest. As he descends below the middle of the wide staircase, he inquires "Am I losing an Apprentice?" His voice is carefully modulated, mild but with a hint of tension to make the question cut the air. 

Kurt looks horrified for a moment and stands up straight, hands behind his back. "Master Caramak! Sir." he glances up at the Master, and freezes. He doesn't need to be chastized by a Master in front of the apprentices, that's for sure. The little man just keeps his mouth shut. 

Rijalvas's head whips around at the voice, and he freezes, the pin undone, the knot still pressed by his hand against his shoulder. He doesn't speak, just stares, trying to find the right words. Somehow "Yes, sir" feels inappropriate, but... well, so does a tirade. 

Liesana glances up at the decending Caramak with relief. A cool head /and/ the authority to make them listen, if needs be. Perhaps there's hope yet. 

Caramak descends to the bottom of the stairs and pauses. "I would find that unfortunate," he confesses. "What is the problem here?" Before an outburst can swamp him, he appends: "You first, Rijalvas." A vaguely apologetic glance at Kurt for allowing the Apprentice first say accompanies the explanation, "As aggrieved party, he should speak his piece...and perhaps it will help. As long," back to Rijalvas for a minor warning, "as you keep it cool, rational and factual." 

Kurt nods, and eeps "Yes sir..." 

Rijalvas opens his mouth, then snaps it closed, swallowing once. "I -- I don't... think... that the craft is the -- the right place for me, sir," he says carefully. "I just -- Kurt was -- mentioning -- that I have some -- some real problems with -- with authority, and with -- with controlling my temper, and -- and, well, I just -- I think maybe I shouldn't... be here." When all is said and done, no one can accuse the boy of ratting. 

Caramak considers the explanation carefully. "Mmmm. Respect for authority is important -- but likewise, questioning it." Of course, that puts /him/ in a position to have to make a lot of arguments..."This specific incident. Explain. It appears to me that something pushed you over the edge just now." "

I -- " Rijalvas breaks off, looking at Kurt for a minute. His gaze drops to the floor. "Liesana was teasing me about hiding from someone, and I said that I wasn't. And -- and Kurt came in then, and overheard, and asked what I'd done. I said nothing, and he -- well, he pushed me some, and -- well, I guess we just got kinda upset. And then -- " He breaks off briefly, then continues quietly. "He said I was mouthing off, and to spend a while washing the ballroom floor, and if I talked back, I could get worse, and so... I -- " He shrugs vaguely. 

Caramak pauses then and turns his attention to Kurt. "Is this the state of things? Have you anything you wish to add or alter from your perspective?" 

Kurt glances up at Caramak and nods. " Yes sir. Every time I speak to him, I get backtalk. I did not find it appropriate for an apprentice to address a Journeyman in such a way, and I told him he would have chores to perform as punishment." he shivers in the Master's presence, but keeps a steady voice. The Journeyman is actually afraid of the man? Impossible! "I only did what I thought was best. I only did what others have done in the past." 

Rijalvas's jaw twitches, but he doesn't say anything, or even look up. He stares down at the ballroom floor, turning his knot over and over in his hands. 

Caramak nods slowly. "I think we have come to the crux of the problem, then. Or at least, I think I can see where the problem lies." A hint of a smile appears. "And the problem, as usual, comes down to a breakdown in communication. What Rijalvas considers a normal conversational style comes across to Kurt as a deliberate confrontation of his authority as a Journeyman." The smile fades somewhat again. "Although it also sounds like this is symptomatic of a larger problem. Ideally, I think I'd like to speak to each of you alone for a time. And, again, I think it is probably imperative that I closet Rijalvas for a private word first." 

OOC: Caramak puts that pose out. Does this bug anyone OOC? 'cause it'll throw around the dynamics of the current RP. So it's retractable if anyone objects. 

OOC: Rijalvas is cool with it, but Kurt has a handfasting to do tonight, right? 

OOC: Kurt says "Yeah, at 9:30MOO time" 

OOC: Rijalvas thought so... and no offense, Mak, but you do not get the speedy-RP prize for the MOO. ;) I'm perfectly cool RPing my part, but I think maybe the Kurt part should wait/be off-camera or something...? 

OOC: Caramak says "Ah; hm. I have no idea how long this RP will actually go. Yeah. Is waiting okay with you, Kurt? I should be around a reasonable amount tomorrow as well..." 

OOC: Caramak idly notes that "Ah. Hm." should not be punctuated "Ah; hm." 

OOC: Kurt nods. Hold on, lemme ask when this is. I thought he said 7:30pm PST, which is 10:30 my time (EST) which is 9:30 MOO time OOC: Rijalvas says "Yeah, hour and a half by the post to *harp?" 

OOC: Kurt says "Yeah. There should be time :)" 

OOC: Caramak nods. That sounds right from *harper. I'm a slow poser. ;) I wouldn't count on it, honestly, Kurt. :/ I'll try? But I'd say don't count on it. 

OOC: Caramak also apologizes to Liesana and Delilah for sort of taking over. :P Not my intent in coming down -- at least, not quite as firmly as seemed to happen. :P 

Rijalvas nods silently, twining the knot around his finger in tight loops, The tip begins to redden with the movement of blood restricted. He glances up -- not at Caramak, but sideways at Kurt. 

OOC: Liesana doesn't mind =) Sr. Appies are not very well equipped IC-ly to deal with irate Jmen, even if they're friends. 

OOC: Rijalvas winks. And it saved you having to explain what happened to Oli, right? ;) 

OOC: Delilah doesn't mind either, she wasn't really part of it anyway 

OOC: Liesana thinks Oli would've enjoyed it hugely. ;) I've got to poof for dinner, but I should be back to help with music for the 'fasting, Kurt. 

Kurt straightens his shoulders, resisting the urge to stick his tongue out at the apprentice. Neah, go talk to the master. "Rrrrrrrr..." is his only reply, nodding to the Master. 

OOC: Kurt says "good grief, what was that grammar? :) I got distracted by the phone" 

OOC: Rijalvas logged the entire thing, from the beginning of Liesana and Delilah's conversation. ;) 

Liesana stands from her seat on the stairs, smiling happily that the situation is, if not resolved yet, at least over. "Well, I'll see you at the 'fasting," she comments lightly, starting to head up the stairs to the dorms. "I've got to get properly presentable." 

OOC: Liesana wouldn't mind a copy. =) 

Kurt nods. "See you, Liesana..." 

Caramak glances back and forth between the pair. "Good. Kurt, I'll not expect you to wait on my whim, but I'll send by firelizard to see if you're available when I can. If you're occupied, we'll try to get together as soon as possible. Rijalvas...come to my office with me." 

OOC: Rijalvas grins. I'll get one to you once it's cleaned up, then. I've been avoiding working on it now because I don't want to mess with Jalvas's memory. :) 

Kurt shudders and nods. "Y-yes sir..." 

Rijalvas nods again, looking up at Liesana for long enough to say: "Lies? I'm -- I'm sorry. You know I didn't mean it, right?" 

Liesana smiles reassuringly, after all, it's not /her/ being closeted by a master, and trips up the stairs. "Of course I know, Rij. And believe me, I've been called a lot worse," she finishes with a wry grin. 

Liesana steps silently up the curving staircase to the balcony hallway. 

Caramak waits for the exchange between Apprentices a discrete distance further up the stairs than Rijalvas, then moves on. 

Caramak walks up the curving staircase to the balcony hallway. 

Rijalvas nods back, reassured by the statement if not the smile, and moves after Caramak.

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