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Ista Hold Main Courtyard 

Built into the side of a hard granite cliff, Ista Hold looms dominantly to the west. Windows pock the smooth surface of the cliff in neat rows until they get closer to the ground, where they begin to frame the great bronze doors leading into the Hold itself. A sea breeze seems constantly in the air here as the ocean and the wharf lay but dragonlengths to the east. Beaches are scattered to the north, recreational areas for the Hold's residents when not working. It is a winter afternoon. The fog has cleared, finally, and the sky turned bright and blue, dotted with clouds. A southerly wind stirs, and the day begins to feel downright pleasant.

Sarin meanders in from the beach.

Sarin darts in. "Sorry I'm late, one of the masters roped me into teaching a class for her and I just got out..."

Kayla shhes from her place sitting on the stairs, bag tucked under her arm. She winks in Sarin's direction. "We have to be quiet or else someone will stop us."

Sarin claps a hand over her mouth. "Right," she agrees under her breath after removing her hand. Lass heads over, eyeing the bag with an evil expression on her face. "He's off with Liesana now?" she asks softly.

Kayla grins, nodding. She opens the bag, tugging out one of the pairs of underwear out. It just happens to be green. She winks, offering it to Sarin. "Yep. Wanna get started?"

Sarin smiles wickedly and accepts it. "I do indeed," she whispers. "We're going to put a few out here, right?" she adds, looking around for a good spot.

Kayla grins, looking up towards the flag pole. "Hmm.. I'm thinking that would be the best place to start. She grabs four more pairs of underwear from the bag before heading over.

Sarin nods, following after. "Aye, good idea. Want a lift up if you're going to climb it, so you don't have as far to go?" she asks, crouching down at the base of it and locking her hands together.

Kayla eyes the flagpole and then the hands. She nods, a grin coming to her lips at the challenge. She rests one hand on her shoulder, putting her foot on the hands, hopping up and grabbing ahold of the pole.

Sarin steps back after hoisting her up, but stays close just in case. "Fun?" she asks quietly, keeping an eye out for any intruders that may need to be distracted.

Kayla nods as she slowly makes her way up the pole. Her muscles strain from the action, but she slowly makes progress. The underwear is tucked into her waistband.

Sarin grins, silently cheering her on. Go, Kayla, go! "You're almost there, you're doing great!" she calls encouragingly, still keeping her voice low.

Carallain walks in. Viscen walks in.

Kayla finally reaches the top of the flag pole, grinning as she makes it to the top. She looks down to Sarin. That's a mistake. She clings to the pole at the sight. Eeep!

Viscen doesn't even wanna know, and walks inside. Viscen walks up a few small steps and passes into the Hold through the great doors.

Sarin eeps at the site of people. People. There shouldn't be people here! Flashing an encouraging grin and a thumbs up, she rushes to intercept. "Hello there! Don't mind us, we're just doing a little excersize. It's Kayla's turn. What brings you to our lovely courtyard?"

Carallain looks around for a minute before seeing Sarin,"Hi," looks up at the other person,"Is this part of that prank I heard about?" then to the question,"Oh just wandering I guess."

Viscen walks down some steps which lead to the great doors and the Hold. Viscen walks towards the beach.

Sarin rushes over to Carallain in attempt to distract her from what's hanging from Kayla's waistband. "Prank? What prank? There's no prank, at least not that anyone's bothered to inform me of. Then again, people fail to inform me of things quite a lot. You never know these days, do you...."

Kayla hasn't noticed the people. She's to busy hugging tightly to the pole, eyes closed tight. Finally, she sneaks her hand around behind her to grab at the underwear, quickly hanging the five pairs. She then slides down the pole towards the ground. Look out below!

Carallain grins,"Oh don't worry about me, Liesana told me about it," Grins even wider,"Still planning on doing the chandelier?"

Sarin glances at Kayla and gives up. "As far as I know, yes. Right, Kay?" she still keeps her voice down, in case any of the uninitiated should arrive....

Kayla looks up at the five pairs of underwear hanging from the flag pole. With a smug grin, still shaking, she looks to Sarin and then to Carallain. Clueless as to the conversation, she nods. "Um.. right." She then heads for the bag, getting out the sign. Back to the flag pole, she hangs the sign on it. "There.."

If one would look up, they'd see flapping briskly in the winter breeze are five pairs of underwear, alternating through a rainbow of colours: red, orange, yellow, green blue. Obviously the handiwork of some creative genius (or is that evil?), a small sign has been left beneath them. Creative Punishment in progress, please leave for owner to collect. One can assume that he'll be along quite soon...

Carallain laughs,"I almost feel sorry for the guy. I thought I'd missed it." turns to Kayla,"I don't believe we've met, I'm Carallain, most commonly called cara though." she spots the sigh and laughs,"Ype almost sorry."

Kayla smirks, looking up once again. "Don't be." She looks to the girl, offering a slight smile. "I'm Kayla. Well met."

Sarin grins evilly as she reads the sign. "Almost? You obviously don't know the punish-ee very well," she remarks with a soft cackle. "Are we heading inside?" She peeks at the green undies she's holding onto, considers a moment, and puts them on the ledge of the highest window she can reach.

Carallain grins at Sarin,"don't know him at all actually and I think I'd like to tag along to see just who merits such punishment."

Kayla watches her move the green undies to the window sill. She grins, nodding. "Good thinking." Looking to Carallain, she nods. "Come along then, though I doubt you'll see him." She glances to Sarin and back. "He's on a date at the moment." Is that a scowl on her face? Yup. She turns and heads for the stairs without further comment.

Meanwhile, elsewhere in Ista:

Balcony Hallway 

Sweeping across the wall of the ballroom, this balcony looks down into the splendor below. Music and voices float upwards from the room below to mingle in the lingering sound above. Apprentices gather here in the early morning to hear the echo of the previous nights revelries, and even a few have professed they think they hear the high sound of hurricane winds still echoing here. Doors, open and closed, line the hall from one end to the other and harpers hurry and linger here at all times during the day. Even a rider or two is seen, delivering messages for the weyr's leaders or even perhaps to see their loved ones. A fresh breeze blows in from the open window, filling the area and the room below with the clean scent of the sea. Below, you see one person. Perched here and there on banister and window ledge are Kashtan and Greenwitch. 

Obvious exits: Harper Lounge Dormitory Lounge Ballroom Rooms

Liesana 

Almond-shaped eyes of amber aspect glimmer brightly amidst fine and expressive features which show a clear and lively mind at work behind their every move. Crimson-pink lips reflect a vast and shifting range of emotions, from devillish mischief to rare pensive moods. The woman is petite, despite a medium stature of slightly over 16 hands, her weight comes more from trim muscle than any excess fat, for bursting activity ensures that she carries none. But she does lay claim to her share of feminine charms: wavy chestnut hair falls to the small of her back, outlining an hourglass figure with a well-formed, if small breast. Work is no stranger to her, nor good times: gitar-born callouses on her fingertips, and several old scars on her arms, hint that here is one who does nothing half-heartedly. 

Forest green velvet rustles over Liesana's gown, accentuating her figure without being blatant. A low, round neckline shows just a hint of cleavage, drawing attention subtly through a border of tiny leaves embroidered in gold thread. Below, a bodice is laced simply with gold ribbon and measured to snugness. The dress top is almost form fitting, except for the long sleeves that widen suddenly at the wrist, complete with embroidered gold leaf motif. The dress becomes more conservative further down as the green velvet gathers at Lies' waist, and is let out in a cascade of voluminous fabric that parts gradually to reveal an underskirt of lighter green and swishes along the floor to cover harper feet. Tail wrapped loosely around the neck of her human, Angelique perches on Liesana's right shoulder. A double cord knot, blue and white, with a single loop and a long tail, indicate that the wearer is a Harper Journeyman. She is awake and looks alert. Carrying: Angelique  

Liesana is 21 Turns, 9 months, and 11 days old.

Lionel 

Easily measuring up to 6'0 in height, Lionel is a tall and lanky man. With a moderate build and a lean figure, he is well suited to his lanky frame. His dark, black hair is short and straight, contrasting with his tall features. His brillant hazel eyes shift from a light brown to a soft sea-green, gleaming with intelligence from his tan face. His rich, soft tenor voice seems to fit perfectly with the manner of his speech. 

Lionel wears a pair of black leather boots. He wears a loose black tunic and a pair of wherhide pants. Around his waist, he wears a black belt with a silver buckle, on it is a design of a firelizard. Lionel has sheathed his Sword. Perched on Lionel's shoulder is Moony. About his finger is a shiny wooden ring, decorated with small firelizards. Lionel wears the knot of a Harper Apprentice. He is awake and looks alert. Carrying: Sword Wooden Ring Rucksack Moony Lionel's Violin White blanket Lionel is 21 Turns, 4 months, and 23 days old.

Lionel pads in happily with a friendly harper smile in from the Dormitory Lounge.

You notice Lionel gazing upon your form.

Liesana sweeps in from the Harper Lounge, dressed to the nines (or tens) in a gorgeous dress, with her hair done to match. Yes, this really is Liesana. Spotting Lionel, she gives him a Mona Lisa sort of smile. "I decided that if I had to go on this date... I might as well dress up. Do you like it?"

Lionel grins and looks Lies over and shrugs, "Nice enough dress Lies, looks lovely on you. Didn't know you had such a...marvelous thing in your wardrobe." He smiles, however it looks like something else is occupying his mind too much for him to really wholehearted comment/act...

Liesana wrinkles her nose playfully. "You go to all this trouble to get me to go on a date with you, and now you seem bored..." She steps over to him, and lightly taps a finger on the tip of his nose. "I'll have to change that, you know... Tell me, where are we headed this evening? Some place with plenty of Benden, I hope..."

Lionel hmmms and eyes you curiously, still that feeling of being bored in his mind..and he yawns and stretches out his arms. Oh shards! Can this be the guy you're going to date tonight? (snicker, what a nightmare ;>) "Hmmm...well I don't know...been in so much trouble with private places to last me a life time....what about someplace more public? Like...ummm...the Mug maybe? Or the beach...?"

Liesana nods at that, and glances down at her dress. "I'd have to change to consider the beach..." A perfectly wicked thought flashes briefly through her mind. /That/ would leave him less bored. But it would also mean getting killed by Kayla. "Would you object to the Cloudscraper? I /am/ breaking rules here..." An odd light touches her eye at that sentance. "So avoiding the other journeypeople would make me quite happy."

Lionel chuckles and nods, "Of course, the Cloudscraper...been awhile since I've been there. After you, my dear? It is your night afterall..." Or is it? Hmmmm. He bows politely and gestures for you to lead. Such a gentleman..

And back in the Courtyard:

Sarin grins wickedly and races up the stairs, though she has a sympathetic smile for Kayla's back. "Part of the reason he deserves this," she remarks mostly for Carallain's benefit, though it probably doesn't explain too much. Ah well.

Carallain looks between the two and follows. She just want to be part of a prank again.

Kayla grabs the bag on her way up, slowly moving through the large doors leading into the hold.

Sarin meanders up a few small steps and passes into the Hold through the great doors. Carallain steps lightly and gracefully up a few small steps and passes into the Hold through the great doors. Kayla walks up a few small steps and passes into the Hold through the great doors.

*******travelling*****

Kayla walks through an archway into the Harper's crafthall.

Sarin meanders in through an arch from the great hall.

Carallain steps lightly and gracefully in through an arch from the great hall.

Kaman looks up at the entrance of other people, noting their faces politely.

Fennara slinks in from the outdoors, slightly out of breath, and a little furtive looking. Spotting two co-conspirators, she flashes a nervous smile. "I'm here, finally, and I've brought the sack... Are we ready to start hanging?"

Kayla leads the way in, lugging a bag beside her. She has a rather expressionless expression on her face. Yet as she enters the hall, her gaze finds its way to the chandelier. At the voice, she grins towards Fennara. "We've already done the one in the courtyard.."

Sarin bobs her head. "Indeed. Kayla's good with climbing flagpoles," she agrees, eyeing the other bag. "We want some on the chandelier, right?"

Carallain grins. Let the fun begin. She leans against a near by wall so as not to get in the way and tries not to laugh as she watches.

Kaman, noting the commotion, and then the large bundles, starts to surreptitiously eavesdrop a bit. Although he can't hear much, the words 'hanging' and 'flagpoles' strikes his curiousity. He attempts to sidle a little closer to better overhear these strange goings on.

Fennara grins, hugely, and produces a hook that had been hiding under the stairs. "I'd noticed your work out there... perfectly lovely stuff. And to help with in here... Leyte loaned me this."

Kayla eyes the hook for a moment before grinning. "How exactly are we planning on getting them all up there?"

At the Cloudscraper Lounge:

Cloudscraper Lounge
Deep blue carpets the floor, its thick pile cushioning tired soles and muffling footfalls. Several tables, dark brown and polished to a high gloss, are scattered across the room, each surrounded by an escort of comfortable looking leather-covered chairs. The walls are paneled in the same dark wood, occasionally sporting a jewel-toned tapestry or painting. A long counter stretches along one wall of the room, its wooden sides and brass accents gleaming from the bartender's careful polishing. A rack of glassware hangs overhead within easy reach, and one filled with bottles stands against the wall behind. A set of glass-paned double doors in the middle of the far wall lets the sun in to light the room and reflect off the gleaming wood and brass of the furniture before being broken up into thousands of tiny fragments by the glasses. Beyond the doors, a small segment of balcony can be seen overlooking the Island. A large pair of doors leads back out to the landing.
Mists of fine pastel fabric is draped around the chic lounge. Billowing filmy silks and nettings are clumped like clouds, drifting from ceiling to walls, mixing delicate shades of pink with sultry, deep reds and unblemished whites. A quartet of Harpers are arranged on a dias in the corner, allowing quiet romantic music to be infused through the large room. Various Ista Hold serveers discreetly wait on white-clothed tables, offering whatever drinks or culinary delights that is on the menu for the evening. The glows on the walls are half-lit, lending gentle shadows to the over-all atmosphere of cozy privacy to each couple.
Gliding around are Merlin and Davinci.
You see Happy TurnDay Banner here.
Lionel is here.
Obvious exits:
Hall
You stand in the very chic lounge.
Lionel is led in by Liesana.

Liesana sweeps in on Lionel's arm, and pauses a moment, regarding the furnishings with a bemused expression. "Apparently, they forgot to change the decor after that Romantic Dinner... But this /is/ a date, after all..."

Lionel arches a curious eye towards you, a wry smirk on his face. "I wonder what made them forget..." He chuckles and looks around the lounge..nice place. ;> (Hey, is there a set table for us? I'm curious or do we just take a seat...? ;P)

Liesana chuckles lightly, and nods to a waiting server, who leads them to a table with a view of the Island. Settling in the chair that has been pulled out for her, she laces her fingers together, and peers across the table at Lionel with a preturnaturally solemn expression, marred by dancing eyes. "Could it possibly be that this has become the new retreat for romance?"

Lionel folds his hands and leans his elbows on the table and looks towards you with once-merrier eyes, now they look a bit more...tired and sad? He does, however, manage to give you a heartful smile, showing off his sparkling white teeth to his date for the evening. "Do you think so? I couldn't tell from the scenry." He chuckles to himself behind his languid hands and smiles, "Or are you the expert at knowing stuff about the Lounge? I've rarely come here myself, so I wouldn't know."

Liesana twinkles merrily. "What do /you/ think?" she inquires teasingly, before sudenly growing intent as she reaches a slim hand across the table, placing it lightly over Lionel's. "Now I see those eyes, and I can guess at the thoughts behind them. And you are to stop thinking them, drink some wine, and enjoy the evening for what it is - an evening out of time for both of us. No regrets."

Lionel shakes his head warily and smiles innocently, "What thoughts? I'm all happy, see?" He puts his other hand on top of yours, while uncurling his hand that's under yours to tenderly grasp your hand between his. "No regrets. Right?" At that moment, as if it was some sort of act of god or just good timing, the server arrives with a bottle of sparkling Benden White and two glasses on a tray. "Leave the bottle, please. We'll be needing it." he grins and takes the two glasses in one deft hand, between his fingers, and the bottle with his other and skillfully sets them down neatly between us on the table. Impressed yet? ;>

Perhaps just a little... Liesana arches an eyebrow and smiles "Quite right, and very impressive. You pour, Lionel... Although" The twinkling light returns "Do you think just one will be enough?" A nod at the server, (How /does/ he manage to time these moments?) who has just placed and lit a pair of candles on the table, before retreating until summoned. The young woman rests her chin on her hands and smiles as she watches you, the flicker of the candles causing the gold embroidery of her dress to twinkle in concert with it.

Shift Scenes to the Ballroom:

Sarin ooohs at Fennara and glances toward the lad off to the side. Is he safe? Well, the others don't seem to be paying him much mind..."I don't know Leyte, but whoever it is is a good person. Perhaps we can pull a bench over, stack two of them, and stand up on that..."

Fennara gives a chuckle, then twists the handle of the hook. Soon she has it up to about ten feet in length. "I think this might help... Hook the gitchies onto this, then raise them up toa proper height for placement."

Carallain continues to watch the group grinning. Cant' wait to see the looks on peoples faces. She covers a laugh with a small cough, glancing at the lad to see if there could be a problem there, but decides to wait for the moment.

Kayla grins as she sees it grow. "What is that used for normally?" Out of the corner of her eye, she spots Kaman. She offers him a slight smile before looking back. She tugs something out of her bag. "Should we put this here or somewhere else?"

Sarin smiles evilly. "Brilliant. Here, I'd say. It's a good spot..."

Never one to snitch but always ready for some fun, Kaman watches the activities with a grin. Still not knowing exactly /what/ is happening, he peers closer to see what it is they're making a plans for. "HA!" escapes his lips as he sees someone's undergarments strewn about. Covering his mouth at his outburst, he shoots a sheepish grin to the conspirators.

Fennara shrugs non-commitally. "I haven't the foggiest, but let's hang this sack from the chandelier, and scatter the rest in the Dorm area?"

Kayla shrugs as well at that, nodding. "Sure." She drops the 'bikini' back in the bag before going over to peer into Fennara's bag. "Sarin, grab one of the benches and I'll grab another. We can all work together to get this done quickly." She looks towards Kaman, chuckling slightly as she goes after a bench, dragging it over.

Carallain tries to cover her own laugh and shoots Kaman a look of pure ammusement seeing no threat from that corner, She glances toward Mathis and offers a nod in greeting.

Sarin stiffles hysterical giggles as she goes and starts pulling a bench over. It's rather loud, though, and after a moment she just picks it up and carries it. Dolphincraft muscles, you gotta love 'em.

Mathis strides into the hall more purposefully than usual, but stops immediately. Eyes wide with intrigue, the harper gulps, and chokes on his own smirk. His grin broadens mischeviously, and raises one eyebrow. He recognizes Carallain and Fennara, but is too utterly bemused by the strewn underwear and junk.

Kaman gives up on trying to be inconspicuous, especially since he'd blown his cover. He saunters up to Carallain and asks conspiritorially "By the First Egg, what are you three up to?" Trying to stifle a giggle and not quite succeeding, he glances up toward the rafters.

Carallain grins at Mathis' baffelment. Leans a bit closer and whispers,"Just wait a bit the funs about to begin," she grins at Kaman,"you'll see, I'm Carallain or Cara by the way."

Nerves slowly getting the better of her, Fennara hurriedly passes the rest of the underwear along to be fed up to the chandelier on Leyte's hook-thing. "Oh bloody heck... we'd better hurry. We're /sure/ to get caught." she nearly squeaks.

Sarin just grins innocently at the two harper lads and watches the undies go up. "Question - Aside from the subject himself, who's really going to mind?"

Kayla just as hurredly hangs the various pieces of underwear over the shandelier. Last goes the 'bikini' thing. It hangs in all its glory in the middle, the smiley face on the behind facing the stairway.

And that reassures Fennara not one whit. "I can think of plenty of people. All the Masters and most of the Journeymen, for starters. What if Master Dmaynel sees us again? He's not /that/ senile." But she continues to hang underwear. May as well be hung for a sheep as for a lamb.

Carallain grins at both, lust look at what that one says," she points to the one in the middle,"And it will be a little clearer. As for more,"she chuckles,"Just wait til they show up."

Sarin grins. "If anyone gets mad, I'll somehow convince them it was my fault and my idea," she offers. After all, she's a journey-type in another craft, so they'll have to through the masters to get at her, and she can just sweet talk the masters first....

Mathis's delight increases as he notices Kurt. Things are beginning to get exciting... "The Masters and Journeymen? Oh yeah, this is a great idea. I don't believe it! This is the best you can come up with? This is absurdly suicidal, and it's going to get you all in a bloody mess of trouble...Can I join in?"

If someone were to get mad, Kaman would be sure to make himself scarce, after all he's not helping, he's encouraging....so far. With a grin at Mathis he adds "Perhaps a little taller reach would help you out?"

Fennara just looks at Mathis as if he's gone completely insane. If it weren't for the fact that this involves getting The Harperboy, and getting him good, she'd not be in such a public place.

Carallain has to stifle a laugh at Mathis' comment,"Sure why don't you take the blame?" she grins,"I think they're about done though." Looks at the group,"you know I could take the blame, since there's really no one i answer to." well yet anyway."Besides I got blamed for everything at home so I'm used to it."

Carallain grins,"I think they're going to the flag pole," gives a mock bow to kayla,"to see your wonderful creativity."

Mathis blinks at Kaman. "Am I to understand you're calling me...short?" But the call of a good trick lures him from a potential challenge. He dismisses Carallain with a shrug. "Sure, why not?" (His history needs no explanation)

Sarin just snikkers. Boys. "Cara and I can take the blame collectivly. There we go. So you harper girls needn't worry. Where else do we need to go? The flying mug?"

Fennara, preoccupied with hanging the last pair of undies, bearing the infamous 'Harperbutt' logo, fails to notice the arrival of Kryz to the room. When she does, it's with a large amount of startlement. "Faranth!! Kryz, don't do that to me... And you lot go to the Mug. These are the last pair of ill-gotten underwear that I ever hang!"

Kaman chuckles at the unfamiliar Mathis, but then, when involved in a prank wasn't that better? "Not you, buddy, /them/" He says hooking a thumb towards the females reaching various undergarments toward the heavens.

Carallain glances at Mathis,"I see the manners haven't improved," she says in a wry tone,"You really need to learn to take a joke." she grins as she hears Fennara,"Come on one gets addicted to pranks you know."

Kayla looks up as the last of the underwear is hung. She wears a rather passive expression for one who's just almost completed her task. But she thought she just saw Lionel and Liesana head through the hall.

Cut to the Cloudscraper:

Lionel smiles and deftly pops the bottle and takes a wiff of the cherished contents of the bottle before pouring it into a single glass and raising it towards Liesana (and he's not going to let go *hint hint*), his elbow resting on the table in front of him. "Thanks, when you've lived with wine all your life, you realise how to multitask things like that.." He chuckles, "And if you think so, I had the thought in my mind..." He grins, apparently, he still does? ;>

Liesana laughs softly, a silvery sound among the gold and green. "I'd be quite surprised if you didn't, my dear Lionel..." she murmurs, before taking one hand and placing it on the wineglass, not to take it, but to tilt it towards her, sipping as the man across from her still holds it.

Lionel smiles and waits till you finish before he tilts the glass towards him and takes his share of Benden, all the while his eyes locked on the lovely woman across from him, the hand of his date still holding the glass as he sips.. "I bet I could surprise you with a few things here or there.." He grins wryly.

Liesana gently presses Lionel's hand with her fingers as he drinks, a soft smile on her face. And then, after another sip, she seems to find the courage to dare a little. Leaning over, she brushes her lips against his cheek, and whispers in his ear "I'll bet you could..." before settling back in her seat.

Lionel oooo's and looks over towards you as you retreat back to your seat and grins seductively before straightening out his composure, "Lovely evening...isn't it? The view isn't that bad either..." He turns and looks towards the window at the island underneath a moonlit sky. Perfect... just the type of atmosphere one needs to...well, you go figure it out ;>

Liesana takes another sip of the wine, and smiles that Mona Lisa smile again, eyeing the view as well. "Indeed it is..." And in a softer tone, as if repeating to herself, she murmurs "No regrets..." Moonlight, wine and a charming companion... what more could a girl want.

Lionel smiles and looks to you, the gentle burning of the candles' lights dancing across his face in this picturesque moment as he rests his chin on his folded hands, "No regrets... Lies, my dear, you really are charming you know." He smiles and reaches out with a single hand to caress your cheek.

Liesana smiles quietly, and raises a hand to press against the one resting on her cheek. "And you, my dear handsome man, are quite good at paying compliments..." Lowering the wineglass in her other hand, she reaches across to run her fingers gently through Lionel's hair.

Lionel smiles and lets you run your hand freely through his hair as he caresses your cheek and hand.. "My dear girl, always classy and charming, aren't you?" He grins, knowing his journeywoman Lies all too well. Can't she be more of the spitting image of a great, polite, and charming girl that she is tonight?

Liesana offers a smile full of playful mischief. "Only when it suits my motives, my dear..." The bottle of wine, the cheek kiss, the caresses, it's not hard to guess her motives tonight. Or is it?  "But, have a little more wine. I've only so much time before my duties resume again... Let's make the most of this time out of time."

But unfortunately, magic hours removed from time never last more than that - an hour. Liesana sits back in her chair as a familiar firelizard appears, reminding her of the world outside the bar. She leans forward, and catches Lionel's eye with a small smile of regret. "I'm afraid that our time together must be at an end... Speak of this to no-one, but remember it always." And with that, she leans forward, and kisses him softly on the lips, before turning to go. 

Lionel smiles softly as you kiss him, and reaches out to grab your arm and winks to you, "Not so fast...we're not through yet!" May as well make the most of it, right? He grabs your almost forcifully by the arms and pulls you close for a deeper, passionate kiss. A kiss that seems to last minutes long before he finally releases you from his grasp. "Goodnight, my darling journeywoman."

Liesana huffs, slightly out-of-breath as she pulls back from that fervent embrace, going through that timeless feminine ritual of smoothing down her hair, before flashing a smile back at Lionel, and running out the door. But that smile takes on a strained tone once she's out of sight.

And one more, back to the Ballroom:

Sarin grins brightly at Kryz. "Lionel is being punished. Want to help? I think we're going to the flying mug now, to finish up...."

Kryz runs a quick hand through his hair. "I ...um....," he trys are hard as possible not to look at the obvious new decorations. "I think I should pass on this one," he studders trying not to look /too/ embarassed.

Liesana practically gallops in from the outside, clad in a stylish evening gown, and looking absolutely horrified about something. "Water, or something, quick. Kayla, I hope you appreciate what I've gone through for you... Ughhhh!" Lionel /kissed/ her!

Kayla is still looking almost depressed. And at Lies words, she turns towards her, almost scowling. "What happened?"

Kryz quickly turns his gaze to Lies. "You're all dressed up," he says to her. Good, a diversion from the underwear.

Carallain grins as Liesana comes in about to say something, then catches the mood and decides to stay quiet.

Liesana spits violently into a dark corner, and then wipes at her mouth. "He /kissed/ me, right on the mouth, and I swear I was going to die from lack of air. And I had to keep with the charade. Good Faranth, I feel like such a fake." Then she calms as she eyes the handiwork of the pranksters. "But... I suppose this helps a little. Good job, you lot, very good indeed."

Mathis droops. He can take a joke. Really. Sort of. He screws up his face as he looks up at Liesana, finding solace from his unbecoming embarrassment in someone else's little tragedy.

Mathis laughs quietly to himself. Good. Mutual Emotional Mooching Society.

Kaman watches the proceedings with an appreciative frown for Liesana's plight. /He/ wouldn't want to kiss Lionel either. "Oh my" is all he can offer.

Sarin cringes and pats Liesana on the shoulder. "You poor thing. Need some redwort? I think I may have a little jar in my bag someplace..."

Kryz takes a slight step back. Just as easily as he turned pink from the sight, he now turns as white as a sheet. This boy's emotions are easy to read. "He kissed you?" he asks quietly. "Who kissed you?" is about all he musters out staring directly at Lies.

Kayla has hears nothing past 'he kissed me'. That much is evident from the dazed look on her face. "I knew.. but.. he.. wouldn't.." Unable to get a complete sentance out, she just turns her back on the group.

Liesana manages a weak grin. "Oh he could, and he did, and if I wasn't so disgusted, I'd envy you, Kay. And Kryz, Lionel kissed me, but you can't kill him because one, he needs to see all this, two, Kayla gets that honour, and three, I went into this knowing that it might happen. I just hoped it wouldn't."

Carallain shifts uncofortably. The complete shift in moods Makes her want to inch towards the door. Glancing from Lies to Kayla she tries to make herself invisible.

Kryz takes a quick step in the direction he was heading in before he was stopped by the sight. "I...I have work," he mutter and runs off towards theh door tryign not to make too much a scene but failing miserably.

Kryz walks up the curving staircase to the balcony hallway.

Liesana, now rather unfortunately aware of the effect her little proclamation has had, winces at Kryz's departure, and mutters something to the crowd like "I... have to talk to him... Bye!"

Kaman inwardly hmms at the suddenly dramatic turn this prank had taken. Keeping his trap shut, he silently observes the action.

Mathis sits back and digs the fun, guessing that the next stop in the Flying Mug will definitely be delayed a while due to dramatic turbulence. And the plot has a new twist... A speculative, pondrous smile returns to his countenance, smoothing his facial features, as he absorbs it all in its surround-irony.

Sarin just keeps quiet and takes a seat on the bench she hauled into the middle of the floor.

Kayla doesn't say anything, doesn't hear anything. She just falls to a seat on the other side of the bench.

Carallain sees Mathis smile and leans close,"What are you smiling at this is serious!" she says in the harshest wisper posible, and adda a scowl for a good measure.

Something about everyone's stricken manner at the interruption of their carefree revelling makes Mathis sick. He cannot help but smile at the irony of his grin when everyone else is so serious--there's a different sense of humor for the big picture of life. He tries to suppress the smile, but that it grows even wider makes him more uneasy. He wishes at this point he could conjure as good an excuse as Kryz--though that's not saying much--and blinks blankly. "I...need a drink." Brushing off Cara, he stalks stiffly into the Mug.

Mathis strides purposefully to the Great Hall. Mathis strides purposefully in through an arch from the great hall.

Mathis is drawn back by a force known only to the darkest reaches of his mind--his insatiable and most peculiar humor. Only this time, he brings security in a bottle. He sits limply into a chair and stares numbly over, and somehow through, the disarranged scene. /Irony is like liquor/ he muses to himself /in inhaling heavy amounts of the stuff, the drinker loses his sense of reality. So does the poet./ But then, the line between the tacky and the profound becomes fuzzier when he's almost drunk.

Kayla is still just staring off into space, her gaze rather watery.

Carallain, getting more and more uncofortable in the silence, shifts positions against the wall. She doesn't like to she any one in pain, but since she's known Kalya all of an hour doesn't feel it would be proper. So she stays quiet and shifts even more glancing around hoping someone will say something.

"So...." Kaman announces into the dead air. "Carallain. Nice to meet you, I didn't quite get to that part earlier." he chuckles. He's obviously trying to lighten the mood, but it may be too late for that. He spies Mathis sipping a bottle and smacks his lips enviously; some wine would jgo over nice for /everybody/ right about now. Wonder if any masters are up......

Mathis grins wryly at Carallain, an unusual light in his eyes. "So speechless? Come on, then, chin up like you mean it and chide me or something." He looks down again into his bottle, and continues in a slightly exaggerated slurred speech. "I'm ready to bubble over with a million plays about now--and they're all about the destructive power of one misplaced kiss!" His tone is of humorous disgust. "But I can't find the words."

Kayla finally breaks out of the daze she's gotten herself in. She blinks, raising a hand to rub at her eyes. She then turns a scowl at Mathis, rising to her feet. Ooo.. She's defencive. "It's not only /one/ kiss!" Oopse.. she let a 'secret' out.

Carallain tries to smile at Kaman then sends a look at Mathis that, by all rights should mortaly wound him,"This is no time for jokes," she says in a harsh, cliped tone barely controling her temper. hearing Kayla's remark she walks over and smacks Mathis up side the head,"Will you never learn what manners are?" she looks at Kayla and says,"Ignore him. he's just being an idiot."

A rueful smile tugs at a reluctantly twitching corner of Mathis's mouth. He raises an eyebrow at Kayla, but remains silent. "I won't say anything. I'm drunk enough to admit that my manners are atrocious, and I'll keep them at bay like ferocious dogs." He laughs at Carallain. "Oh, go ahead and say it. It's all coming out tonight, anyway. Almost like a strike of fate."

Carallain grimaces slightly,"My mistake he's not acting like an idiot. He's acting like a man." Thuroughly disgusted she takes the nearest seat she can find and sits, scowling.

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