Harper Flirt

You walk towards the beach.

Main Beach
This long stretch of white sandy beach is one of the main gathering spots at Ista Hold. A large uprooted tree, felled in the big storm, makes for a great bench, for people or firelizards alike. To the east, the crystal blue waters of the Hold cove roll up in gentle waves onto the beach, hissing softly as they ebb and flow.
To the south, Ista Hold juts out of the cliff. Just west of here, a low bluff leads up to the grassy field that serves as the Hold's main gather grounds.
Beaches stretch away to the north and south.
It is a winter noon. The day seems dreary; gray clouds shroud the sky in a cold, sunless blanket.
In the gather meadow, you see Erranth.
In the Hold Courtyard, you see Hoth and two people.
Curled up in the sand are fourteen firelizards.
You notice Celina, Kahlis, and Liesana asleep here.
Kryz, Delilah, Fennara, Sarin, and Aislinn are here.

Delilah smiles at Sarin, nodding at Kryz's words, even if it's not /really/ her place to invite, she's just backing it up right? "I'm alright, how're you?" she returns the question quietly.

Leywen would be smiling, as she usually does, if only it wasn't for the weather. Hugging herself as she walks along the shore, her mouth is set in a somewhat dissatisfied mode. Hearing voices, she stops looking around for the source, giving a wave to the small crowd.

Kryz
You see a clean-shaven, well built young man in front of you. He has a mature look for his age, though if you'd know him, he's anything but that. The childish grin that often appears on his face show his true personality. His turquoise hair is roughly cut just long enough to hang is his eyes and sticks out in all directions , with the exception of one braid behind his right ear that hangs quite a few feet longer. Colorful beads have been woven into the braid with a thin piece of twine tying the end. Bright yellow streaks run the length of his hair, then newest addition to add to this Harpers odd appearance. His skin is the palest shade possible, without being unhealthy. White paint, outlined with a thin line of black, decorate his face and arms in careful patterns.
He is wearing a white sleeveless shirt, making the marks even more visible, if not for the high leather gloves that start to cover them. The fingers cut out to make painting easier. His matching boots reach up past his knees, but are covered by black leather pants. The tall leather boots, as well as the gloves, are tied tightly by thin black lacings up the side. A dark bandana the same hue as his pants is tied tightly around his forehead in a poor attempt to keep his hair out of his face. Around his waist is a thick black belt also made of leather, with a large silver buckle. His right ear is decorated from top to bottom with countless numbers of silver earrings. The left only supports two small hoops at the top and bottom.
Two rings also pierce through his left eyebrow, the area around slightly red showing they are relatively new. Around his neck is a chain tucked neatly into his shirt hiding what might be attached at the end. A large, strong rucksack appears full, hanging heavilly over his shoulders.
One of the many Old Paintbrushes is set behind Kryz's ear.
Kryz wears the knot of a Harper Senior Apprentice.
He is awake and looks alert.
Kryz is 21 Turns, 3 months, and 24 days old.

Sarin meanders over towards the food. "Thanks, I'd love to. Haven't eaten since dawn, and I've been swimming a lot of that time," she admits, reaching for one. "I'm good, Delilah, how are you?" She also offers a wave to Leywen with her free hand, though that's one person she doesn't know.

Kryz looks up and catches Leywen's wave and waves back with a goofy smile. "Hi," he shouts out to the stranger before turning back to the crowd. "Anything new with you Sarin? I know what's going on in our hall, but I don't hear much from anyplace else."

Sarin grins. "Well, I finished the book I was writing on exploration," she offers. "And one of my old friends that had been gone for some time returned the other day. That's about it, though. What about you, Kryz?"

Kryz shakes his head. "Nothing good," he says with a sigh. "Working on my project...having rumors spread about me. Same old thing as always."

"Hello," Leywen says, coming closer, a smile creeping onto her face again as she eyes the young man. "I'm Ley." Brushing her hands over her skirt, she tilts her head toward him, waiting for him to introduce himself, even if she just caught his name from the other woman.

Delilah waves a little to the newcomer, Leywen, offering a, "H'llo." she glances at Kryz, noting quietly, "Rumors are just talk, can't do anything to you in the big picture. Don't let them get you down." and there's her tidbit of wisdom for the day.

Kryz smiles at the healer. "Ley is it? I'm Kryz. This is Sarin and Delilah," he points to each as he introduces them. "Care to join us?" he asks, then quickly responds to Delilah "I'm trying not tolet them get to me. They're jsut annoying."

Sarin smiles pleasantly at the other. "Nice to meet you, Ley." And she's extremely glad Kryz left it at her name. She takes another bite of her meatroll and frowns slightly. "Well that's no good. Do you know who's doing it? Maybe we can start some counter-rumors..."

"Kryz, pretty name that," Leywen says, tilting her head toward the man, only glancing at the others as she takes a seat near the harper. "Having a picknic are you?" She leans back on one hand, while the other fiddles some with her scarf, making it sit more straight against her hair.

Delilah nods, "That's understandable." she says. She likes big words today. Sarin's suggestions for the problem make Del smile a little, "Wouldn't that just get the person to make them even worse?" she points out, still wobbling on her stone.

Sarin shrugs to Delilah. "Not if they don't know who's responsible for them. . . Of course, there are other alternatives. . ." And she's already scheming. Oh dear.

Kryz turns a bit pink at the attention he seems to be getting. You'd think this harper would be used to attention by not with his apperance. "Yeah..bad idea," he mutters slightly running a hand through his hair. "Anyway, I have no idea who's been saying what. Lies just said....stuff. I didn't hear any of it myself."

Sarin makes a face. "Well, that's no good. I'm sorry. Hopefully they'll stop soon..."

"People around here just like to hear themselves talk," Kryz says before popping another meatroll into his mouth.

Leywen curls a braid between her fingers as she tries to pick up on the conversation, though most of her attention is still directed toward Kryz, beaming broad smiles at him now that she's forgotten the cold. "So where're you from, Kryz?" she asks, leaning a bit closer to him, giving the other girls a quick glance. He wasn't with any of them, was he?

Delilah nods, "That's true." she admits, but then at the news that the rumor spreader is unknown she shrugs, "Nevermind then. Yes," she agrees with Sarin, "so do I. If it makes any diffrence /I/ haven't heard them." but then, she spends most of her time studying. Whose going to tell her, her books?

Kryz turns even pinker and looks at the other two. "Um...up north," Kryz answers. "My family were farmers," he adds quickly, not really caring to talk about himself, as usual.

Sarin nods. "I probably spend more time around the harper hall than a dolphincrafter should, but I haven't heard anything either. Not that they really talk to me much, they just glare at me when I come in wet," she admits. She catches sight of Kryz's pink shade and stifles a giggle. "I think they're glad I finished my book, so I leave the library alone for the most part...."

Runaway Choice walks in from the courtyard.

"Oh," Leywen says, sounding almost dissapointed to hear of his origins. "I'm from Igen. My parents breed runners. Race runners." The last statement said in a clear voice as if it was rather important.

Dysis walks in from the Gather Meadow.

Sarin's attention is caught by the word Igen. "Igen? Really? Do you like it?" she enquires, waving at the new but unfamiliar arrivals. "Hello there!"

Delilah tilts her head at Sarin, "Book?" she wonders aloud, wobbling a little to keep her balance on her rock. "What sort of book?"

Surupa steps gracefully in from the courtyard.

Sarin grins. "A book on exploration. That's my specialty, you see, and I was having a hard time getting any sort of instruction in it. So I started doing my own research and wrote a book on the subject. I did most of the research in our own library, but I snuck into the harper hall's on occasion. Surupa! Hi!"

Leywen's attention is drawn away from Kryz by Sarin's question. "Yes, of course I like. Love it in fact, and miss it terribly," she says, following the woman's wave to see who'd arrived. Not that one again, she thinks, rolling her eyes. Turning back to Sarin she continues, "I miss the desert, exercising the runners and all...."

Runaway Choice comes prancing in from the courtyard, coat a-shining from a recent grooming and knees being thrust high into the air in front of him. Kellamari, very happy to have finally taught her three Turn old this silly prancing gait, chuckles and pats him on the neck, letting the reins run through her fingers and giving him his head, permitting him to walk. And the galant beast does just that, head still arched, hooves picked up and placed down regally, tail flirting behind him. "'Lo there," Kella starts, wriggling a few fingers at the crowd assembled. Seeing Leywen, her smile is replaced by a slight scowl. "Oh right, you're the one with the /Igenbred/s..." The lady gives a little sigh, but lets out a small laugh to assure the girl she's only joking.

Kryz looks at the new arrival and offers the same goofy smile and wave that Ley got. "Hi," he says then waits for introductions.

From Dysis's back, Phea is clinging to a mass of flowers, freshly plucked from the hold's gardens, waving them in jovial delight. "Look, look, look! I picked more flowers! Aren't they lovely? I like this one, here, you know.." One is carefully doffed from the bouqet and gesticulated at eagerly. "Purple an' blue! Like.. um.. um.. my socks!" Oh, those inevitable socks. "An' look, look, look, I'm ridin' Taima's runner, too!" Pause, to gather her thoughts. "Oh, hihihihihihi, Sarin, Leywen.. um.. Delilah, ain't it? An' look, it's Surupa! And two other peoples!" Portly fingers are waggled in greeting.

Sarin smirks. "Igen's all right, I suppose, I lived there for a few turns, but I have to say I much prefer Ista," she tells Ley, then grins at Kellamari and Phea. "Hello there! Hi Phea! Those are lovely flowers you have there..."

Surupa shuffles in from the hold, a steaming mug of klah in her hands which are covered with the thick blanket. Shuffle. Shuffle. Shuffle. She kicks up quite a storm of sand around her until she stops, looking up to find where her name had suddenly been called out from. "Sarin?" She squeaks, almost silently as she attempts to keep balanced with the thick blanket dragging behind her. "Phea, too!" Squeak again. "Where did you all pop out of? I don't believe that the sands are good enough to hide in..." She drops to the sands with a loud thud, firelizard fair chirping in the quick movement. There is rests, sipping from the klah and attempting to prevent herself from shivering.

Delilah grins at Sarin, "Sounds really interesting...don't know much about the dolphincraft specialties though." the newcomers all get friendly waves, "H'llo..yes Delilah's right." she confirms fro Phea. Her eyes mostly rest on the two runners...animals...Del likes these two already.

That's right. Ley was the one with the /Igenbred/s. Nothing wrong with that, was there? The desert girl was about to speak up before seeing the teasing smile on the stablemasters face, and chooses to ignore her instead of getting into another row over whether or not Igenbreds could run or not. Turning back to Sarin, she shrug a bit, "I find it a bit too humid here," she says, before turning her full attention back on Kryz. "North, you say? Not all the way up 'Reaches way, I hope?" Far too cold up there.

MoniqueBean blinks in from ::between::!

Phea swings down from Dysis's back.

Kryz watches the runners closely. This boy is no fan of anything that walks on more then two legs. His gaze is pulled from the animals by Ley's questions. "Huh? No, not that far. It's too cold up there to farm," he says and adds a quick chuckle.

"Well, ya know, I /thought/ about hiding in the sands, but I don't think Dysis would fit. And it might smoosh my pretty flowers, too, and that would be /awful/," Phea says, conversationally, sliding down from said runner's back -- precarious of the flowers, most definately. "Hi, Sarin -- and you can have a flower, since you think they're pretty. Which one d'ya want?" The group of flowers is thrust toward the dolphincrafter, as healerlet's beam broadens to a more blindingly bright extent. "They all match my socks, ya know, that I have back at the hall."

Sarin grins at Delilah. "Aye, you wouldn't be expected to, being a harper," she agrees. At the sight of the flowers, she grins and picks out a simple blue one. "Thank you, Phea, thank you." And to Surupa, "Well, I came out of the water not long before you arrived, though I can't speak for the others."

Far too cold to do anything up that way in Ley's oppinion. Grinning, she straightens herself, hugging herself again. "It get cold in the desert too, y'know? At night. But not this kind of cold... It's like it clings to you here." She shakes her head, giving a little sigh, then a smile to Kryz again. "Of course, the heat of the day makes up for that."

"Cold. Cold. Cold," growls Surupa, listening to the conversations around her and plucking out those few evil words that she seems to detest. A little gold firelizard pokes her way out of the blanket and makes her way up bonded's arm to lap up some of the warm klah. "Fine, 'Bika. Just drink it all," she grunts, glaring towards the queen. Instead of staying around the crowded beach, she sneezes a few times and gets up, making her way back to the hold. She turns back towards Sarin with a warm smile. "Ah, well, that explains one." What is the use of leaving if she has someone to talk to? "I wouldn't dare touch the water 'bout now." Sniff.

From Runaway Choice's back, Kellamari quickly dismounts, swinging her one of her long right legs over Runaway's rump to land neatly on the ground, not so much as a few specks of dirt obscuring the cleanliness of her attire. The same can be said for her steed, regarding his coat. The blood red hairs all shine brightly in the sun, and the smoky black of his legs and muzzle is dark and radiant as ever. The Stablemaster swings her leather reins back over the stallion's head, and holds him by the part of the reins directly below his chin, as she's done ever since he crippled that poor stablehand's hand. Ah well. Kellamari is most sure that that boy deserved it, all her stablehands could use a good bit of pain. She leans lightly against the stallion's shoulder and watches the other runner.

Kellamari swings down from Runaway Choice's back.

Sarin frowns. "Aww, poor Surupa. Are you ill, or just cold?" It is cold, isn't it? She hadn't noticed, but then Sarin is a strange one.

Delilah nods, "That's true, but harpers are supposed to know some about everything...I think." she blinks a little, shaking her head slowly, "Been spending waaay too much time with the books." she murmurs to herself. "It's not that cold." Del remarks, but then she's in long sleeves right about now, long thick sleeves.

Phea sniffs plaintively over at Surupa, waddling in the herder's direction. "Aw, 'Rupa-darling, here, have a flower! It'll make you feel better an' stuff, which'll be good for you and stuff. Always listen to healer directions, mmhmm," is said sapiently, the batch of multicolored flowers once again extended to be scrutinized. "You're veryveryvery welcome, Sarin-'cake?! You wanna pair of socks to match? Y'can have a pair, too, Rupa, if y'want." Isn't she so generous?

Kryz nods at Ley's comment, but his attention goes back to the runners as that uneasy look once again covers his face. "I think it's nice out," he tells the group, joining in on the conversation about the coldness. "Nicer then then heat in my opinion."

Sick? Somebody's sick? Ley's ears pick up the word and she looks around at the group trying to pick out who it was. She was supposed to be a healer, right? Even if she was still just an appy. And a very new one at that. "Who's sick?" she asks, glancing back at Kryz giving him a smile before looking back at the others.

Surupa responds to Sarin just a bit too quickly, "Sick. Ill." She gasps before another attack of sneezes and curses suddenly gets a grip on her. "Shards!" Sneeze. "Faranth!" Sneeze. "Shells, this--" Sneeze. "I /hate/ the Winter. That's why the water wouldn't really help." She growls softly, shaking her head and sniffing as usual. Phea is quickly regarded, her amber eyes taking color as she regards the younger girl curiously. "Um... Thank you, Phea. Socks? I have enough, actually." Though it still brings a smile to her face, as she takes the flower and looks at it curiously. "Odd to see these in winter, especially since I am more used to the colder weather of Keroon." Sniff. "I am," said Ley-wards of course.

Kellamari smiles genuinely at Kryz, the expression foreign to her so premeditated batch of hand picked faces. And she quickly covers it up with an all around good-day smile. One of Runaway's legs is given a small scitching, and the beast paws at the ground with said limb nervously. "I think it's nice, too. Nice break from the usual humidity, though I could do without this mist..." Looking at the Harper boy still, she continues with, "I'm Kellamari, Paradise Stablemaster, and yourself?"

Sarin grins. "Thank you, Phea, but no thank you. I've got one pair of socks that my mum made me, and I only use those when I'm in Tillek or High Reaches. You keep them for yourself, though I thank you for the offer," she says warmly, tucking the flower into her hair and behind her ear. "Oh, shards, Rupa, that's no good!" she declares. "We need to do something about that. I've got either a cloak or a towel in my bag, if you'd like another layer of warmth..."

"Um," desert girl says, looking at Phea, the hyper girl also being a healer. "Maybe you should come back inside, then," Leywen suggests, not at all sure she's doing the right thing. She's only had one class so far, and it hadn't exactly been on people being sick. Not really. Just people giving birth.

Pink, pinker, red...there's not another color left for this boy to turn from all the attention the Healer's giving him. Kryz runs a quick hand through his oddly colored hair. An annoyign habit when he's nervous he aquired from when his hair was longer, at it's current length the action does nothing other then fluffing the hair back to the same place. "Who even brought up going in the water," he asks, then adds, "I'm up for it. I havn't made a fool out of myself yet today and I ahve to live up to my title," he says with a smirk. Kryz turns to Kellamari. "I'm Kryz, Harper Sr. Apprentice and painter," he answers her with the goofy smile that greeted her.

Komodo cautiously and securely in from the courtyard.

Sarin perks up. "Water? You want to swim, Kryz? Ok! Let's go!" Dolphin girl is already making for the water, even though she hasn't even dried off from the last time yet...

Komodo says, "Gee, hello all's"

Above, Dsalth drops in with careful measure from ::between::!

Komodo says, "Sarin, long yesterday no see eh?"

Delilah's been keeping pretty quiet through all this, harper or no she's not always that good around crowds. Surupa, the sick one, does get a rather concerned look though, "Maybe you shouldn't be outside if it's so cold." she remarks quietly, waving a little to Komodo as he enters.

Phea beams, saccharinely, at both Surupa and Sarin. "Oh, dragondoo, 'Rupa-sweetstick, you /must/ not have 'nough, since you got lil' ill there. Didja' try drinking some tea? It'll help, yepyep, it always do!" Idly, she delves in her pocket, hand returning with a sweetstick. "Sweetstick for any of ya? I got me a couple, if'n you want one." Sarin is eyed, with a curious 'brow raised -- though it still is overpowered by the extreme smile. "Tell m'if the water's warm, Sarin!"

Above, Riyth blinks in from ::between:: with a flash of starlight!

Riyth glides in for a landing.

Above, Itazurath blinks in from ::between:: with a whisper of freezing cold.

Itazurath glides in for a landing.

Khaye slips down Itazurath's side, aided by a shift in position on the dragon's part and landing with a soft thud on the ground.

Above, Dsalth glides gracefully down to the Courtyard.

Sarin nods to Phea, "Will do!" she promises, splashing into the waves and not noticing until she's thoroughly drenched that no one came with her. Oops. Lass remerges to greet the newly arrived dragons and riders. "And it is warm, Phea!" Well, she thinks so, anyway.

Dsalth paces with regimental gait in from the courtyard.

Jozzie slides from Riyth's neck and lands gently on the ground.

"Swim?" Eyes growing wide, Leywen wonders whether it was a good idea or not to go swimming in the middle of winter. Shaking her head, the desert girl makes her exit quietly before anyone tries to convice her to come along. Waving a hand behind her, she almost runs off the beach back toward the Hall.

Dsalth ambles in from the courtyard, braying happily to those little weeny...err /younger/ Istan dragons. Rider sits up taller on his lifemate, scanning the crowded beach for a familiar face, but he drops down onto the sand, tearing away his beanie and scarf and riding jacket.

Surupa rolls back a shoulder in a shrug, her eyes darting from one person to the other. "I've had 'nough klah to fill the entire Hold." She grunts, towards all three of them who are attempting to help her out. She shakes her head towards Leywen. "I believe the beach would be better for me, so the sun could hit me. And I'm not /too/ cold," she whines, shaking her head towards Sarin as well. "And I have this blanket already!" The think cover is indicated. Too many people at once, too much of a crowd. Something that she usual attempts to ignore. The arrival of dragons is given a surprised squeak, and she could only hide in her covers. Too many people, now.

Dsalth watches with interest as P'rru descends carefully

Kryz's eyes move from the runners to the dragons. The uneasy look staying. If it breath and moves, this Harper's afraid of it. He then looks at the now growing group and nods towards Sarin. "Anyone else going in?" he asks already starting tountie the tall boots he has on.

You walk off the beach towards the courtyard.

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 day wears on, gray and cold. A fine mist falls. Perched on a windowsill are Sofia, Ruhig, Quelm, and Taisei.
Brown Hoth is here.
You see OOC Rules, Antony, Shanti, Jarrilen's Cot, Hikaru's Machin (RayEarth), and Spoo here.
You notice Rivya asleep here.

Delilah walks in from the beach.

Kryz walks in from the beach.

Kryz chases after Delilah shouting "Waaaaiiiiitttt!!!" before catching up and pausing to catch his breath. A smile is shot to Ley as he sees she's still here too. "Too...many...people....," he pants. "don't deall...well..with...groups," as if that's a good enough explanation for just getting up and chasing Deliah off the beach.

Delilah spins, emerald eyes wide, "You alright?" she demands quickly before he explains fully. When the full explaination comes she relaxes visably, "Me neither." she agrees, "I just get..." she shrugs, "Not good." she smiles at Leywen, "I don't think I caught your name in there." she notes.

"Leywen," she says, not really minding all the people. Especially that brownrider who'd dropped in. He was a nice enough fellow, at least from what she'd learnt of him when she'd met him at Keroon. "I just tried to get out of swimming. Too cold for that...." She eyes Kryz, giving him a smile that would probably make him flush again.

Kryz catches his breath, and also catches the smile. "Anyway...where's everyone headed to?" he asks tryign his hardest not to blush again, but failing miserably. "You could all hang out in the workshop if you don't mind. I could use the company and I do need you to model for me sometime, Delilah."

Delilah nods, "Nice to meet you, I'm Delilah if you didn't catch it." she nods at the other harper, "Workshop sounds alright..." she gives Kryz a curious look, "Model for you?" blinkblink, "Huh?" she looks a little confused, glancing at Leywen as if checking if the other girl knows what he's talkinga bout.

Delilah
Pale sunlight seems to form this petite harper, her pale blonde hair seems almost white, falling is airy feathery layers down to tickle the ends of her shoulder blades. Hair is swept back to reveal a narrow face with small, pixie-like features: a little snub of a nose, her chin narrowing into a little point, cheekbones rising in prominent slants, and pert bow lips that are rarely not turned up in a friendly smile. Her bright eyes, the color of pure unflawed emeralds, are wide, framed by light short lashes and set under slim curving brows, the color of fresh honey. Her deep green orbs often sparkle like the gems they resemble, full of good humor and joy, almost never darkened by anger. She wears friendlyness like some wear power, like a cloak, it almost seems to radiate from her.A light even tan, brought about from all her years living in the warmer parts of Pern, colors her skin, that streaches over her slim, but short self, her height not rising to much above five feet, maybe just an inch more, and it doesn't look like she plans on growing much more. Her left earlobe is pierced, and a thin silver hoop is clipped in the hole, glinting in almost any light, but otherwise hard to spot.
Draped on this girls lithe frame is a tunic of light spring green with short sleeves. A skirt of pale yellow swirls around her ankles, touching the tips of her polished black boots. Looped around her left ankle is a slim anklet of shells. Everyother shell is has a pale blue tint, the others are pure white. Around her neck hangs a necklace, a shell as a pendent. The shell is shiny and a light green that sets off her eyes, it's shaped into a tear drop and hangs loosly. Knotted in the cord above the shell are bits of smoothed, green sea glass. Resting proudly on her shoulder is a simple harper's knot showing that she's an apprentice of the Harper Hall.
She is awake and looks alert.
Delilah is 17 Turns and 4 days old.

Leywen chuckles, tilting her head watching the girl for a moment then turns to Kryz, with a beaming smile. "I'll model for you, if she doesn't... Want to," she says, motioning her head to Delilah. "When I have the time, of course..."

Kryz nods towards the doors, "Model for my project! Harper portraits," he says trying, once again, not to let Ley's comments get to him. "Come on," he says and heads towards him dungen....er...the workshop.

Kryz walks up a few small steps and passes into the Hold through the great doors.

[** Travel Spam **]

You head through the sliding doors to the east and into the Artists' Workshop.

Artists' Workroom
The first really noticable things in this room are the four oversized wooden worktables. Each of these is lined with wooden stools for the artists to work at. A large set of cabinets and counters line the four wall everywhere except at the door. These are strewn with paints, pencils, paper and all sorts of other things. Small stands site about the room with works in progressed and finished works alike, giving the room a very welcoming feel.
On the perch is Pisces.
You see Display Shelf here.
Kryz and Delilah are here.

Kryz walks in taking a seat in the stool in the far corner as he mutters, "home sweet home." He glances over the 1/2 finished painting in the easle befrore removing it and placing a new canvas in it's spot. "Come in, ahve a seat," he offers. "This is where I spend all my time," he explains to Ley sinc eDelilah probably already knows.s

Delilah smiles, nodding faintly. Yep, she knows. She may be a book-hermit, but she still picks things up around the hall...once and a while anyway. She picks a free stool, perching her small frame upon it, little smile on her face.

Sheridan blinks in from ::between::!

Leywen peers around the room, looking at all the supplies and half finished paintings. Finding a stool to sit on, the desert girl crossing one leg over the other, holding her knee with her hand, finger intertwined. "This does seem like a nice place to spend a lot of time," she says, still smiling at Kryz.

Kryz chuckles, "if you don't die from the smell of paint," he jokes. He finishes setting the canvas up and pulls out a think piece of charcol. "So, you gonna sit still for me?" he asks the other Harper as he turns to get a good look at her and the canvas at the same time. As he turns the newest arrival comes into veiw. Ok...just a flit. Kryz will not panic. After all, he was on te beach with 2 dragons and kept his calm.

Delilah nods, "I don't spend as much time here as some," her gaze rests briefly on a few that are working in corners who rarely seem to /leave/, "but it's nice to work here when I do." she agrees, smiling at Kryz's comment. "Sure." she agrees, running a quick hand through her hair. Good thing she's not look concious or Kryz might have to wait for her to 'picture-primp'. But she's not like that, so she just folds her hands in her lap and becomes like stone. No move.

Sheridan blinks in and proceeds to glide in from behind the entrance to the room, unbeknowest to Kryz, though perhaps within view of the other occupants of the room. He lands on the floor and begins to make a few tentative hops toward the nearest body there, that being the back-turned Kryz, and makes very little sound.

Leywen chuckles at the antics of the firelizard, watching him rather than Kryz for a while, then turns back to the harper to see what he's doing. Having never seen an artist work, she leans forward a bit, still smiling at him. "So are you any good," she asks. Really, she doesn't mean to offend or anything, she's just curious.

Growing quiet Kryz quickly begins to sketch a slight outline on the canvas Glancing from the Harper to the canvas the sketch is relativly simple and completed rather fast. "Either of you ever paint?" he asks, before hearing Ley's question. "Am i good? I don't think that's for me to decide but the veiwer," he answers. "That's my project," he says pointing to a very large stack of canvases resting in the corner covered with a blanket. "I painted....well, am still painting the cradt," he explains. "Take a look."

Delilah talks with the barest of mouth movements, when she's told to stay still, she stays still. "I've painted a few times, not that often. Half my drawings end up looking wherryheaded." she observes. Oooh...project, "Can I take a look when this is done?" she asks politily.

Kryz nods towards the pile. "Take a look now. I need to get the right colors mixed anyway befor eI start to paint," he says and begins to squirt color onto the pallet as the girls look at his work.

"No, I don't paint... I hardly can hardly even read my own handwriting sometimes," Leywen says as she get off the stool in a smooth motion to look through the canvases. "These are good. Very pretty." Desert girl is definately impressed by the paintings, as she turns back to Kryz, giving him a huge smile. Who cares if he didn't see it.

Kryz smiles, "You like them? I hope I'm good considering painting's my life," he tells the two. "Though it took a lot of struggling to get where I'm at now," he continues somewhat ot himself as he mixes the colors.

Delilah hops from the stool with a nod and makes her way to the paintings. A low, impressed whistle escapes her lips, "Shells...Kryz there are really good." she remarks with widened eyes. "I'm impressed..." she continues to look over the painting, nodding faintly, eyes still a little wide. Gooood painter.

"Of course I like them," Ley says, walking smoothly back to her seat, crossing her leg over the other again, placing her elbow on it and her chin in the cupped hand. "The best I could do would be stickfigures..."

Poseidon blinks in from ::between::!

Kryz chuckles, "well, I started with stick figures too," he says as he looks up at Delilah to see if she's ready. "Oh, I'm starting, don't move," he says as the brush touches the canvas.

Liesana steps silently in from the Main Hall.

Liesana slips in from the outside world. Spotting (gasp) other people in Kryz's private second-home, she's intrigued, and rather than her usual stealthy spook/greeting of Kryz, she settles in a corner to keep an eye on the goings-on.

So Del freezes completely except for the blinking of her eyes. Lets see how long the little harper can stay like this...

"It really is pretty," Leywen says, looking at the harper do his thing, then suddenly jumps as Liesana comes in, remembering the time. "Oh, shards! I have chores to do," she says already halfway out the door, turning there for a moment to give Kryz a wink. "Ma'am," she says to the journeywoman, giving her a light nod before actually ducking out the door.

Liesana watches the Healer appy stroll out the door, notes the wink, eyes Kryz,and then snickers to herself, before composing herself to give a suitable Journeyman-like reply. "Good day, Apprentice Leywen." It's a little stiff, because she's attempting not to choke on a laugh. Don't worry, it's not directed at Leywen. More of a private joke.

Delilah would wave, but she's frozen remember. "G'bye." she murmurs, moving as little as possible in the action of talking. Good little poser.

Kryz looks up from his work. "It was nice meeting you, Ley. Stop back anytime," he says adding a goofy smile at the end. He then sees the oh so familiar figure that is also standing in that same direction. "Lies! Hey," he says and smiles once again. "Come on in and have a seat closer." He motions for her to join them and adds a wuick wave to Ley.

You pass out through the open french doors into the main hall.