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Harper's Tale - Tuesday, February 12, 2002,
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Healer Lounge
This is a very cozy room where Healers often spend their free time relaxing, talking, and participating in a little recreation. Dotted about the room are small tables and big comfy looking chairs that are great for sitting down and talking in. Also there are tables set up around the room with chairs set at them, to be used for studying, or any other activity that might need the support of a table.
In one wall is the doorway that leads into the Healer Great Hall, and the rest of the Hall. Other doorways are quietly recessed around the room, leading off to the various quarters of the Healers. One leads to the Apprentice Dorms, another to the hallway that houses the rooms of Journeymen and Masters, and a third that leads to the children's area.
You see Corwin and Joran here.
Fareia is here.
Obvious exits:
Healer Great Hall Apprentice Dormitory Children's Area Journeymen and Masters Hall

Aerrin slips in from the Healer Great Hall.
Fareia goes home.

Miralwyn is curled up on her usual couch, a herbalry scroll being studied with as much of a distasteful look as Miralwyn can manage. She's rather resolutely ignoring the antics of three firelizards, brown, bronze and green, who are capering and flittering and squawking in circles about her head, like some strange island of calm in the middle of a winged storm.

Aerrin has quite a bundle herself.... a 'lizard perched neatly on each shoulder, one golden and one blue. And curled in her arms, of course... Kurrin. Who is being appropriately cooed at as his mother bends over him, smiling, and not paying much attention at all to where she's going. Fortunately, she makes it easily toward a chair and settles herself carefully in it before rearranging Kurrin and absently shooing both Aekki and Stratus from her shoulders. With a a squawk of protest, the gold circles and perches on another chair back, while Stratus simply disappears *between*.

Miralwyn glances up from the scroll as Aerrin and offspring walk in, looking mildly interested. Moreso because they offer more entertainment than Herbalry scrolls than any other reason. And Wyn likes Aerrin. A fingersnap and a shooing motion has her mini-fair flittering off elsewhere, and she gives a slight smile. "G'day to you, Master Aerrin. And... Kurrin?" Baby. Small crying object known to make females act like idiot children.

More than /herbaly/ scrolls? The blasphemy! Aerrin glances up from the rearranging of Kurrin, faintly startled to discover that she isn't alone. Perhaps she should pay a /bit/ more attention to her surroundings, hmm? "Oh, Miralwyn!" she greets, smile flashing as she settles backward in the chair and tucks Kurrin neatly into the crook of her arm. The boy's eyes are drooping a bit, and he's obviously sleepy. "Yes, Kurrin.. isn't he darling?" The correct answer here is 'coo'.

Miralwyn eyes the infant with the air an entomologist might turn on an interesting specimen. "He's a well looking child." she grants, sounding no more or less enthused than she ever does. The scroll is idly stared at, as she inquires "So, how are you doing?" Coo? Miralwyn? When porcines fly.

Tsk. At the very least, cooing should be done in order to earn brownie points. Still, Aerrin tends toward the mellow, and lack of cooing shall not be held against the apprentice. The Master nods absently, gaze shifting back down for another adoring look - after all, he's /always/ darling when he's sleepy. And not crying, or dirty, or causing Aerrin headaches. "Good, good... Still attempting to figure out a routine, between my work and Kurt's, and Kurrin, but.." She shrugs faintly at that, though the expression that makes her eyes glow makes it quite clear that she doesn't mind much.

Miralwyn now looks at /Aerrin/ with that mildly interested gaze of scientific inquiry, spinning theories as to just why new mothers wear such fatuous grins. Lack of sleep, she decides. "A routine is good." she allows, even attempting to make small talk. "Although from what I've heard, small things like Kurrin are rather good at disrupting them."

That could very well be it.. and Aerrin's lack of sleep shows itself clearly in the faint circles that have become a permanent feature of her appearance. Her brows lift and she nods, absently allowing her finger to become locked in the amazing death-grip infants seem to have. "That he does... I'm not sure I know the meaning of the word anymore, to be quite honest." This is said with a faintly rueful smile before she tilts her head, indicating the hide. "And you? How's /your/ routine doing?"

Ah, routines. Much easier to converse about than the nebulous qualities of infants. To Miralwyn at least. Vulcan Healer that she is. "My routine progresses as usual. I was allowed to come along and assist up at Ista Weyr after their weyrlings' first Fall. Quite an experiance... I hail from Benden Weyr myself, but it was very different actually helping this time, even if it was only very minor things."

Aerrin's eyes widen faintly, surprise flowing across her expression as she regards the apprentice. "I didn't know you were from Benden.. I imagine that must've been something, coming from the Weyr to the Hall?" she questions, smile faint as she recalls her own time at Ista Weyr and the changes in atomosphere.

Miralwyn nods. "Benden Weyrbrat, actually." she identifies. "I am... atypical, I suppose, in that I am quietly insane, rather than loudly." She rolls a shoulder just slightly. "And the change from Weyr to Hall is... pronounced, but not impossible to handle." And Wyn is amused by much of it. Poor Holdbred apprentices, beware.

Aerrin evidently finds this endlessly amusing, though she doesn't /quite/ collapse into giggles. After all, Aerrin's never been one to giggle, and she's certainly not about to start at thirty. She simply grins. "A weyrbrat.. now that I /wouldn't/ have guessed.. though I suppose if you came from the weyr, it's really the only option..." Her head tilts, inclining in an amused nod at her explanation. "Tell me, then.. what's the oddest thing about us? I'm holdbred, you know - and a tiny hold, at that."

Miralwyn nods. "Result of a failed mating flight, but a rather sucessful pairing of my parents. I have... quite a few half-siblings. Xelsey is one of them, we discovered." Her tone retains it's usual dryness, leaving one to guess whether she's amused, wry, or just being... Wyn. "As for the oddest thing about holdbred folk, I'd say it's the whole issue of bathing in mixed company. It's... as if people consider it tantamount to having sex. Wheras at the weyr, it's just... not an issue."

Were it not for the fact that it'd be rather a stretch to raise them higher, Aerrin's brows would go up again. As it is, she simply continues to smile in amusement at the apprentice, head bobbing in the occasional nod. "/Xelsey's/ your half sister?" she questions, lips curling upwards. "Well now. That surprises me, for some reason. Xel's one of my mentees, you know." And Aerrin, of course, adores all of her mentees. Of course. Her answer does get a full-fledge laugh from Aerrin, though she hushes it quickly as Kurrin begins to stir in protest. "Ah, yes.. there is that. I've always wondered how newly-Impressed holdbred riders dealt with that. Among.. other things."

Miralwyn nods. "She'd mentioned that. She likes you." she notes simply. Xelsey was /also/ singing the praises of Mosiah, but Wyn's not one to tattle... "Yes, she and I share the same father, although she was fostered out wheras I was handed off to M'ral to deal with. My mother." a slightly distasteful look. "Dislikes children, but can't be bothered to make use of contraceptives." And that's all Wyn will say on the topic of family at the moment. "Oh... ex-holdbred riders are quite a lot of fun," she admits with a most uncharitable smile. "There was one fellow that would bathe in his underwear. For three turns"

And Aerrin's not one to be unobservant. After all, she /has/ been in the same room with Xelsey and Mosiah. Occasionally. And she claims both as mentees. Still, Aerrin's willing to let the conversation move on, and she frowns faintly at that. "That's really too bad... honestly. It's not as if it's /difficult/ to keep pregnancies at bay!" she points out with a faint hardening of her expression before she shakes it off. "But. You ended up here, so that's good, at least." Aerrin assumes, of course, that every apprentice adores being a Healer. As she did. Her brows go /up/ again, reaching record heights at her last statement. "Honestly? That /is/ something.. I do hope his dragon never caught?" she questions with a faintly amused glint in her eye.

Miralwyn shrugs. "She and I are not overly close... She's bourne five other half-siblings for me, so I suppose if she wants to breed herself to death, there is not a lot anyone can do to stop her." She's tried, one might guess from the set of her shoulders, if one's observant. The smile returns at Aerrin's query about the hapless holdbred. "I don't know that, myself. I /do/ know the greenriders used to tease him horribly."

Aerrin is observant.. she's a Healer, after all. She nods faintly, then smiles quite brightly and moves the conversation toward the latter subject. "I can imagine.. granted, the time I spent at the weyr, I was lucky enough to be in the healer's quarters, and they do tend to have /some/ respect for Healers.." She smirks faintly, shifting Kurrin in her arms as her skin begins to tingle from his current position. "But it was rather interesting to watch the candidates."

Miralwyn's smile turns wicked again. "Fresh meat, we weyrbrats used to refer to them. Especially the really backwoods ones. Although I've learned to be nicer nowadays." she admits. "I helped out with Candidate physicals, and managed to avoid a single crack about the dangers of dragonets." Her air of pride at this is marred by a twinkle in her eyes.

Aerrin grins, though her lips swiftly press together to resist another surge of laughter as she glances down at the peacefully-sleeping Kurrin. "Well done.. I must admit, even /I/ was tempted now and then," she confides with a slow smile. "It really is rather amusing watching people adjust to the weyr for the first time.. once /I/ had adjusted, at least."

Miralwyn nods. "Rather cruel, I suppose." she allows with a hint of archness. "But human, I believe. I think it is easier to go from weyr to hold, than the reverse. /My/ mis-steps were met with shork, rather than with teasing."
shork/shock

Aerrin /does/ laugh at that one, though she does many to do it quietly. "Mmm, I imagine," she agrees softly. "Do tell.. what was your worst?"

Miralwyn pauses a moment at that, debating whether or not to share, it appears. A shrug. No Evil Alain in sight, so she'll risk it. "Hmmm... /my/ worst? I would say it ties back to bathing. One of the male apprentices thought it would be amusing to hide my clothes and the towels while I was at the baths. Naturally, I prefer to go about clad, but it was early, and I thought that I might as well go back to the dorm for a spare set..." She trails off, and notes quietly that "I think I may have given that poor old Harper Master heart failure."

That's it. Really. Aerrin may be a Healer Master, and thirty turns old.. but something like that is sure to bring out the apprentice in her. She collapses into laughter, head sliding back to rest against the cushion as Kurrin stirs fitfully. "Oh.. Miralwyn, that's priceless.. I do wish I could've seen." She grins, composing herself as Kurrin is shifted and held against her shoulder so she can bounce him slightly, urging him back to sleep. "The Harper Master's face, that is."

Is Miralwyn /blushing/?? Yes... there is in fact a faint touch of rose to her cheeks, although she very firmly clings to her dignity. "Well... As I said earlier, nudity is really a non-issue around the weyrbred. Not that we all walk around without apparel, but if it happens, it happens. It... didn't occur to me that others would be uncomfortable with the sight of a perfectly normal body."

Aerrin's eyebrows go up at that, but she doesn't comment. She simply smiles in amusement, hand rubbing circles against Kurrin's back as she deftly changes the subject with a nod toward the hide. "What were you reading, before I barged in and interrupted you?"

"Herbalry" replies Miralwyn, actually making at attempt to keep any distaste from entering her tone. Look at that, Wyn's actually displaying social skills. So her tone just comes out as completely inflectionless. "I felt I missed some questions I should have gotten at your and Kylianna's class the other day." Such is Wyn that, even if she hates a given subject, she has to master it.

Good idea - since Aerrin and herbarly are two topics that go together with much enthusiasm. And she had /questions/? Ooooh, bad idea. The healer's eyes light up, widening just a bit. "Oh, really? Well you know, I'm always around for any questions you have. Are you thinking about going into herbalry, maybe? It's an absolutely fascinating subject, you know.. you really ought to think about it." Evidently Aer's observation bit doesn't work well when herbs are in question.

Miralwyn looks very, very slightly panicked. Erk. Herbs. Nooooooo. And then the wild light in her eyes is very firmly repressed, and she notes that "While herbs are fascinating to many... I'm planning to specialize in Mindhealing. Ah, thank you for the, ah, offer though."

Aerrin smiles shortly, the expression flashing across her face before a sudden squall persuades her to carry the infant elsewhere. "Do that!" she calls over her shoulder before disappearing out the door and towards her room.

Aerrin goes home.