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Harper's Tale - Thursday, February 14, 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.
Figol is here.
Obvious exits:
Healer Great Hall     Apprentice Dormitory     Children's Area     Journeymen and Masters Hall

Alain walks in from the Apprentice Dormitory.

Miralwyn is curled up in a chair, this time, attempting to teach her firelizards to fetch. The bronze and brown are showing progress, the green is apparently a lost cause. But, currently, a notebook is in transit across the room, borne by brown and bronze wings.

Alain comes into the room...-no-...not from the dorms, but from the hall and spots Miralwyn, making a beeline for her chair. "Wyn. I need to talk." He moves to grab her hand and pull her out of her chair, looking nothing short of desperate.

Miralwyn"s distraction wavers, and with it, that of her firelizards, the notebook falling with a thud. "What...?" she queries, being pulled to her feet. "Very well, but what seems to be the problem, and should we talk in a public room?"

Alain shakes his head quickly, not even bothering to explain before hauling her toward the door.

**Travel Spam**

Steep Trail
You stand on a dirty, often muddy slope bordered by low scrub on both sides, giving little protection against erosion on the crevace-lined trail. The road ponderously climbs the edge of a ridge until reaching the peak, from which point almost everything around can be seen with stunning clarity. A crisp, cool breeze seems to blow perpetually from the ocean, cooling you as you make your way up the incline. The muddy road is easily wide enough for fully two wagons, and at just an incline so that a wagon or runnerbeast can make it over the ridge to Grinstead Hold with only a little tugging and pulling. This road seems to be the least roundabout way to get from Grinstead to the main Ista Hold, though its steepness largely prevents it from become too popular except for wagons and runnerbeasts.
It is an autumn afternoon.
Flittering around is Aeli.
Obvious exits:
Grinstead Hold Main Beach
Alain walks up from the beach.
Miralwyn is led in by Alain.

Alain doesn't stop 'til he's dragged her half way up the road, and then plops down on a log, huffing slightly and peering out toward the water. After he catches his breath, he murmurs, "Sorry 'bout dragging you out here...but I didn't want to stay in the hold...they might find me there."

Miralwyn settles on the log with more grace than Alain, and takes up a 'listening' pose. "Very well... can you tell me what is wrong now? /Who/ would find you there?" she queries, sounding properly sympathetic, if puzzled.

Alain takes a few more deep breaths and murmurs, "-Them-...Andron and Taylias." He heaves another sigh and shifts to sit on the ground, leaning against the log and peering up at Miralwyn. "Wyn..." he begins. Good beginning. He heaves a sigh. "Feh. I dunno where to...what to...mrrr."

Miralwyn nods. "Ahhh..." she intones, with more understanding, grey eyes still regarding him with the calm gaze of the Mindhealer. "Why don't you begin at the beginning. What precipitated this... panic."

Alain heaves another frustrated sigh--expect a few more of those, they're in the forecast--and shakes his head. "I knew he was going to do this. I -knew- it and I believed the rotten jackass anyway." He turns to rest his head on his arm, frowning darkly, eyes looking suspiciously tearful. "He...he goes and tells me that Taylias is in love with me, and then looks at me all expectant like I'm just going to say, 'Well, then, okay...I guess that means we don't have to be together anymore.'" And here his voice cracks a little and he squeezes his eyes shut.

Miralwyn tentatively reaches out a hand to pat lightly and uncomfortably at one of Alain's. "Your feelings are natural and perfectly normal," she assures. "Not that that makes it any easier, of course. Do you wish to talk about your feelings? How do you feel about Andron's way of treating you?"

Alain coughs a little and raises tear-brightened eyes to look at Wyn. "Are you serious?" he asks flatly. "I mean..." He really does look incredulous, and disbelieving to boot. ;p

"Quite." intones Wyn, with her usual serene low alto. "I /am/ in training to be a Mindhealer, you know, and you would be surprised at how... effacious... simple talking can be. It allows you to sort out your feelings." She pats his hand again, the poor girl doing her level best to show sympathy.

Alain shakes his head just a little, and his head drops back to his arm. "Nevermind." he murmurs, just shaking his head a little more. Really, it seems to have been a heck of an experience...what ever it was...

"What if I /want/ to mind?" asks Miralwyn, cocking her head to peer at him. "If it is my discretion you worry about, I assure you I do not tell tales..." Still tentative, she moves her hand to his shoulder, and lightly leaves it there. "Please, Alain... just talk about it. Or talk about anything. Just talk."

Alain shakes his head a little more, his muffled reply: "I guess I was hoping -you- could give me advice or something." Merf. "He...wants to get rid of me. I wish I wasn't so...so..." he fumbles there, and grinds to a halt.

Miralwyn gives a softly wry laugh, not at Alain, but more at the situation and herself. "I can't give advice if I don't know the situation," she notes. What happened to yesterday's relationships advice columnist/hairdresser? "And you wish you weren't what...?"

Alain takes a deep breath...and slowly lets it out. "I..." can't say it. Really. He seems completely stuck, and looks a little sick to boot. After a long moment, he finally murmurs, "We should have stayed friends, you know? Then this would have been easier on me. And I -knew- better."

Miralwyn's hand moves enough so that she's now sitting with one arm around his shoulders, friendly and reassuring, rather than romantic. "Go on..." she urges. "Why did you know better?"

Alain heaves a disgusted sigh and lifts his head off his arm. "Because he did the same thing with Mynd--only...it was me, and not Taylias, that he tried to get involved -that- time." He frowns a little more, eyes carefully trained on his feet, one arm resting on his bent knees.

"And yet you still saw something in Andron..." muses Miralwyn, arm still in place. "Have you seen past it now? Andron is weyrbred, as am I. I know something about weyr life, and, sadly, many of it's offspring can never be what you Holdbred wish them to be. How does Andron's treatment of you make you feel?"

Alain rolls his eyes, "Feh...I'm not a -case study- Wyn...I just...needed to talk to a friend." his voice is very quiet as he says the last part, and he peeks up at her to see her reaction. Really, he seems quite a bit sheepish about that. "And...it's not that I mind him being with other people...but he's always trying to pawn me off--" he breaks off ubruptly and drops his head to his arm, again. "I should just let him have his way...disappear."

Miralwyn manages a slight, self-mocking smile. "I /am/ a Mindhealer, Alain." she notes. "And... I suppose I can be a friend too. So... have you told him how you feel? That you don't mind if it's not exclusive, that you mind being manipulated?"

Alain nods, looking utterly crushed. "Lots. And...he...said he loves me and said he wasn't going to be with anyone else and said...said lots of thing and I just don't believe him anymore 'cause it seems like everything he's ever said has been a lie and I wouldn't really care about any of it if he just wouldn't -lie- to me." Breathe, Alain, breathe!

Miralwyn sighs slightly, and squeezes his shoulders. Hey, look, she's getting good at this whole emotional support thing, even if she's not showing much emotion of her own. "Tell him that. And hold him to it. And if he can't... then think, whether or not you wish to remain involved with someone you can't trust to be straight with you." Her hand slips down to rub gently at his back. "It may sound... harsh, but we are creatures of mind, as well as matter. If you cannot sort this out, think of whether or not it is worth it to stay."

Alain * dies laughing! "Trust to be -straight- with me?!"
Miralwyn *laughs. And caught the pun as she was typing.
Miralwyn *couldn't resist.

Alain leans into Wyn's hand and nods slightly. "I've told him...and I think...I think I'm going to have to..." To...do something else he's not willing to say. After a moment, he murmurs, "Some times...people just need to be with someone, I guess...to be held, you know?" He glances up at Wyn, looking hopeful for her sympathy...then again, she's a vulcan, maybe she doesn't know.

Even Vulcans know emotion... they simply know it too deeply, and therefore repress it. As any good Trekkie should know. "I know." she admits. "Although... why /me/?" she inquires, sounding almost faintly surprised. Yeah, she slept with him, but she also beats him up, insults him, and pokes at his ego at every given opportunity as well. Sigh... She may have to re-work this whole prickly thing, as it's obviously not working.

Alain heaves a sigh, "Because...you're my only friend not involved in this whole thing." Ahem. Alain's-player begs to differ. Anywho. "And...I don't think that you really hate me...even though you pretend you do." He shifts a little so he can more readily peer up at her face, studying her eyes.

Miralwyn heaves a sigh, resigning herself to that most heavy of tasks, revealing the Inner Wyn. "No," she agrees. "I don't hate you. You irritate the hell out of me, but I don't hate you." She pats at his hand again, a little more comfortable with the movement.

"Wyn--" Alain shifts abruptly and wraps his arms around the girl, hugging her tightly. Awwww... "-Please- don't say that to me." he begs, pulling back a little to reveal eyes filled with tears as he peers down at her.

Miralwyn returns the hug, and pulls back enough to spot the tears, clucking her tongue, and raising a hand to his cheek. "Why not...? I think you need to hear it. I don't hate you." she repeats. "You're... a fine person, and you have... a great heart. Too great a heart at times, which is why it gets hurt so much, I would hazard. And it's okay to cry, I won't tell." A ghost of a grin. "Healer-patient privilege."

Alain shakes his head slightly, "I meant..." he ducks his head, sniffling. "...don't say that I irritate the hell out of you..." And he leans forward and pressis his lips against hers.

Miralwyn gives a slight sigh, and gives up, leaning in to deepen the kiss as her hands move upwards to run through his hair. "You do... but we'll work on that." she promises, after coming up for air, brutally honest as usual.

*Fade to Black, 'cause Alain had to go*