Logfile from Nerak.

Lyridian breezes in from some other corridor, sweetstick dangling off one lip and another twiddling between two fingers. Breeeeze. Yes, she's oblivious to other people so far.

Lyridian (#23638)
Black-sheen'd and stippled with streaks of auburn, long tresses sweep to the small of her back, sectioned into myriad fingerwidth-thick braids; untied, the plaits trail to their own ends. Pale skin is nonetheless tinged golden with hints of tan, the bridge of a small nose usually displaying varying stages of sunburn. Eyes are mercurially bright despite the severity in near-black irises, lashes luxuriantly long under the arch of dark eyebrows and laughlines etched beside - too, tawny lips are most likely found in wayward laughter. Middling in height, form is comfortably slim, gentle curves rounding out an otherwise near-boyish frame.

Blue faded gray graces her torso in the form of a light, billowy tunic, belted in a cord of black sisal; pliant leather has been left its undyed brown to suit comfort rather than fashion, low-cut pants flaring just enough past her knees to completely esconce black wherhide boots.

She is a teenager of about 16. She is awake and looks alert.

Niara (#20743)
'Sugar 'n spice and everythin' nice' is an apt description. Nutmeg falls in silky locks to her shoulders, a few wisps falling forward to half-cover wide, mischievous blue-grey eyes. Pink-tinged cheeks dimple over a prim rosebud mouth. She finally seems to have grown into the tangle of arms and legs, a graceful touch in their movement. Her slender form is just beginning to swell and curve in the most delightful (if predictable) ways. Her voice is a sweet soprano that is developing clear and honeyed tones. She is the exact replica of her twin sister, Kirin, though most would not be able to tell any similarities between the dirt-covered tomboy and this little princess.

Thick blue flax falls to her ankles, woven into a overall dress, the hem of which nearly sweeps the tops of her neatly tied boots. Straps button over the long sleeves of a white pullover, a thin blue ribbon weaving in and out of the material at her collar and wrists. A blue firelizard is perched on her shoulder.

A chain of interlocking silver and gold links clings loosely about Niara's neck, the inscription on the small medalion much too small to read with the naked eye.

Two double cords of blue/white and orange/black twist into a single loop, indicating the position of Harper Junior Apprentice at Ista.

She is a teenager of about 13. She is awake, but seems rather distracted.

And Niara appears from yet another direction, eyes closed and head tilted back as her mouth moves in methodical mumblings. Hands clasp behind her, though one fingers twitches spasmodically in rhyme to her mouth.

Nerak is walking slowly through the hall, not looking where she is going because she is studying the tapestries that she has finally noticed. The tapestries are fascinating to her... and she is not watching where she is going.

[OOC:] Nerak says "hehe... can just see a 3 way crash! hehe.... like in comedy shows & cartoons, hehe..."

[OOC:] Niara giggles and was playing out the scene mentally...

Lyridian isn't really watching where she's going, either, because her breezing is bringing her and her daydreaming eyes in a head-on collision course with Niara - and even if she misses the harper girl, she still looks to be in the target range for running into Nerak. Ohmy. Wander aimlessly, breeze, twiddle sweetstick.

[OOC:] Lyridian hees. ^^
[OOC:] Nerak says "so was I hehe..."

Niara hrms to herself, suddenly throwing her head down to peer at something on her shoe. A little stumble, half-step, and foot shake, and she has slowed just enough to be the target for all the not-looking people.

Nerak takes another step sideways to get a better look at the tapestry she has been studying... To think, this tapestry has been here the entire time I have, and I've never really stopped to take a look at it... As she sidesteps again, she runs into something, and almost looses her balance.... She looks down to see a harper loosing her balance too and almost laughs...

Bump. Lyridian wanders right into the sidestepping Nerak, and - in an attempt to back away - stumbless into Niara, too. Ee. "Oof. Ee. Sorry! Sorry!" She finally rights herself, backing up in a relatively safe direction to cling carefully to a tapestry. A nice, non-living, non-moving tapestry.

Niara doesn't far quite so well as the others. Already slightly off-balance, she is sent sprawling backwards to land on her rump, legs and arms flung wide, eyes blinking in all directions. "What...?" she sputters as she wipes hair out of her face.

Nerak "Oh no! I'm terribly sorry, are you alright?" She sputters out as she manages to save her balance, barely, by grabbing onto a table that happened to be nearby. A split second later, she is bumped again and does loose her balance this time. She, ever so /not/ gracefully falls into a heap of arms and legs onto the floor of the great hall, laughing. "Oh dear! Is everyone alright?" The Healer Journeywoman asks, too embarassed that she perhaps caused this all by not paying attention to where she was going... she quickly jumps to her feet, and tries to help the harper girl to her feet as well. "I'm terribly sorry..."

Lyridian blinks a bit owlishly, still clinging onto the tapestry lest something else come and bump into her. Yes. She'll keep her dignity, or.. something. "Sorry, sorry, all that stuff.." she adds on to the litany of apologies and whatnot going around. A pause, and then she blinks, tongue touching her upper lip. Hm. Missing sweetstick. Can't be good.

[OOC:] Nerak says "uh oh... missing sweetstick... stuck to whom? lol!"
[OOC:] Lyridian cackles. ^-^

Niara finally clears her hear out of her face, pulling a slightly used sweetstick out of it in the process. After a close look to determine just /what/ it was, she flings it away from her in disgust, shaking her hands free of as much of the gooey mess as possible before climbing slowly to her feet, ignoring Nerek's offered hand. "I don't think you want to touch me..." she offers in explanation, her voice somewhat shaky.

Nerak looks around, and checks the other girl to see if she, too, is alright. "I hope you both are alright, I'm sorry I bumped into you. I was studying the tapestries, and wasn't looking where I was going." she sighs, "I've been here 5 turns, and never really looked at these tapestries before, they are so beautiful, and well made. I never realized that before..." she trails off again. She looks at the harper girl and tries to hold back a chuckle when the sweetstick is found in her hair, "Do you need help?"

Lyridian sees her sweetstick. Former sweetstick, anyway. Not it's.. a floor ornament. Eew. She pops her other sweetstick into her mouth instead with a mild shrug, blinking again at the other two. She'll just stand awkward-like.

Niara gains her feet, smiling feebly. "No... I think I'd just make a bigger mess if you do." An embarrassed half-chuckle and, "I'm sorry too. I was running through homework in my head and I guess I wasn't watching either." Niara glances at the third victim of the collision and smiles ruefully, "Good thing you carry a spare, huh?"

Nerak realizes that she was babbling, and looks at the other two. Neither of them look injured, so her professional duties won't be needed. She takes a deep breath and lets it out again, trying to get rid of the nervous feeling. She never really has gotten used to meeting new people, but she tries. She smiles at both of them, hoping for smiles in return. Relieved that the harper was not hurt, she chuckles, "I've heard tales of people doing this, but have never known anyone who actually did it! My name is Nerak." she says, grinning.

Lyridian waggles the sweetstick between her teeth demonstratively toward Niara with an easy grin. "Always carry a spare o' these.. S'always handy. 'n' even if it ain't needed, it's still tasty." Beam. Nerak is awarded a tilt of the head, and a gracious smile. "Now ya' can't ever say ya' haven't done this.. Well met, 'n' all that. Lyridian." More beams. Introductions. Yay.

Niara grina weakly at the pair and she dangles a limp hand far away from anything that could stick to it. "Well met, Nerak, Lyridian. I'm Niara, Harper Apprentice and fellow victim of this...erm... /historic/ crash."

Nerak grins, "True, I can't say that now... Well met, Lyridian. Niara. I have to say, Lyridian, that I, too, carry sweetsticks in my bag. Since I work with a lot of children, I keep well stocked. The sweetshop knows me well!" She grins at the /historic/ description. "So, Lyridian, I was looking at the tapestries, and Niara was running through her homework, what took your attention away, if I might ask?" she says, chuckling nervously. Had this been an actual emergency, she would have taken charge.

Lyridian grins around the sweetstick again, albeit a bit sheepishly. "Tha' sweetstick, actually. Was tryin' to figure out the flavor.. didn't really get around to finding out." Gesture at the floor. "Historic, hm. Could be."

Niara holds her sweetstickened hand up and waves it around slightly. "I'd offer you another try," she says, indicating the hand, "but I've /got/ to get this off. 'scuse me while I run to the kitchen." With a slight bob to the others, she makes a mad dash through the hall and into the dining hall.

[OOC:] Niara sorries and has to go. thanks for the fun!

Niara slips softly through the double doors leading into the dining hall.

You paged Niara with: Nerak pages, "thanks for hte RP"

Nerak watches Niara leave. "She seemed in quiet a hurry. I'd guess she doesn't eat sweetsticks too much. They always leave me sticky, anyways. I can understand how that could have happened... there are so many flavors now. I think the bakers spend a lot of time inventing new ones. " she grins. "So, what do you do, Lyridian?"

Squee. Lyridian has finally found someone who know the travesty of trying to decipher sweetstick flavors! "Exactly!" Beam, shower happiness in general, crunch on sweetstick. Ahem. "Eh. I.. do stuff." Sagenod. "Keep m'little sister on her toes. Test sweetstick flavors. Sleep." Blink. "Why?"

Nerak grins, "No reason in particular. I've just found that many people here are affiliated with crafts." She sits down at one of hte tables. "Keeping an eye on your little sister, that sounds like a lot of work. How old is she?"

Lyridian plops down at the table with Nerak. Who needs invitations when there's an empty seat? "Crafts.. don't really know if'n I wanna' join one, y'know? Don't really know what I like to do." Nod, nod. "But Zela - m'sister - she's in the herdercraft. Runners 'n' such. She's only 'bout a Turn younger'n me, though. Have you got any siblings?"

Nerak looks up toward the sky and sighs, "I thought for a while that I wanted to be a herder, then my father got sick, real sick. He ended up dying about 5 turns ago, and I came here. I decided to be a healer, hoping I can help others like my father. I did learn that there was nothing I could have done for him, but it still hurts..." she looks back down at the table again and finds that she had been fiddling with her fingers. "I honestly dont' know if I have siblings. My mother left us when I was young. She could have had others,and I dont remember her." She is now tracing the lines in the tables. "Sorry about that... I dont think about my family much anymore, though I do keep an eye out for people with green eyes..." She smiles now.

Lyridian ohs faintly, a slight frown crossing her face as she puzzles over the proper response to that. "Can't say I know too many folk with green eyes.. m'cousin has 'em. 'n' Zela has one green eye," she offers brightly. Yes. Optimist. "Family's always a nice thing to have, but it ain't that important." Nod, nod. "Y're a healer? A.." She squints a bit at the knot. "Journeyman?"

Nerak smiles now, "Yes, both my parents had green eyes, or so my father tells me. He never talked about mother much. I do look though!" she chuckles now. "Yes, a Journeyman healer. Took me 5 years of hard studying, but I made it! I specialize in children and bonehealing." she is proud of her hard work!

Lyridian veritably oohs. "Congratulations! Or, um, something." Very belatedly, but hey, they just met. Yes. "Bonehealing. Ow. Never broken a bone, but.. I think that would hurt. I like kidlets, though!" That is, she likes following them - usually to find the fastest source of sweetsticks. Woot. "Whaddya do with kids, 'zactly?"

Nerak laughs at Lyridian's enthusiasm. "Thank you very much. I've healed many broken bones now, but have never broken one myself, thank goodness! I specialize in treating the injuries and ailments of children, as well as keeping them healthy, and away from so many sweets!" she grins. "It is a lot of fun working with the kidlets, and I'd never trade it in. Kids are special, and deserve to have healers devoted to them." she grins, "Well, I seem to have given you my whole speech!" she chuckles. "I do love working with kidlets though."

Of course Lyridian has plenty of enthusiasm, if not a plethora of understanding of this all. "Kidlets are fun," she agrees with a grin. "Always do seem to get so many scrapes 'n' whatnot, though. D'you see a lot of blood when you're working 'n' stuff?" she inquires, rather puppy-dog eagerly. Aww. Now she's interested.

Nerak laughs, "Oh yes, at times, it's pretty gory. Just half a turn ago, when the meteors crashed down, there were many injured people. We healers were out in the search parties trying to find the injured. I found some people who were looking for a lost girl, and during our search, a structure fell on one of hte rescuers! I had to set his broken leg and arm before we could even move him to the infirmary. There are specialists among the healers that actually do surgery. I find it fascinating, but don't think I could ever do it myself." she says, grinning.

Lyridian makes a rather odd-looking face. "Eew. Blood." 'Nuff said. And thus, with a last grin and a soft laugh, she rises, idly dusting herself off. "Anyway, I better get going - check up on a few things. Was nice meetin' ya, Nerak." Beam. And she skitters off.

[OOC:] Lyridian snugs, but has to run.. >.< Thanks for the RP!

Nerak watches the girl walk off and decides it's getting late. She heads for home herself.