Kaeryn glides, feet barely touching the ground, in from the ballroom.

Khayet walks in from the ballroom.

Kaeryn walks in, whistling happily and flashes Teraille a smile. "Hello Teraille!" she says happily

Helyne walks with a skip and a smile in from the ballroom.

Teraille is in the process of setting up the room. It's odd, the way it may seem to be her favorite part of these lessons. She sweeps chairs out of the way, making a glorious racket and mess. She glances up as she hears her name, spying Kaeryn. "Hi!" She doesn't quite have to yell to be heard over the noise she's making, but that's solely the benefit of harper-trained lungs. "I'll be with you guys in just a second."

Khayet slips in and takes a seat. "Need a hand, ma'am?"

Teraille shakes her head to Khayet, her smile bright, if a bit quick. "No! I'm fine!" She kicks a pile of junk out of the way, then turns to face people. "Well," she says. "Theater lesson. How many of you have had these before?"

Kaer shakes her head, "I haven't." She grins, "But I'm looking forward to it!"

Khayet sort of half raises his hand.

Helyne carries a wine glass in her hand, her eyes seeming harder than usual as she enters the rehearsal hall. Flexing her jaw a bit, she takes in a deep breath and presents her face with a smile, always the actress ready to put on a false act. "G'eve everyone!" she says, raising her goblet into the air as if to propose a toast.

Teraille counts hands. Not many. Her face furrows itself into a brief frown, then brightens as she claps her hands together, rubbing them briskly against each other. "Okay!" she says. "We can do basic stuff. No bad habits to break. Let's start with some fairly abstract stuff, shall we? Show me trees. Each of you is a tree. /Become/ the tree."

"I have. Once." Helyne replies to Teraille's previous question before she ambles along to a nearby chair. A sharp blink is given as she's instructed to do a -- tree? A few hesistant blinks are given before she gingerly sets down her goblet on a nearby table as does as she's instructed. Taking her hands, she ruffles up her mass of curls, causing them to spread out and separate into an almost afro type do. Leaving her hands there, she bends her eblows to make them become branches, straight legs rushing down to where her feets spread as if to act as roots. She closes her eyes and then thinks of a...tree.

Azalea walks in from the ballroom.

Tamvera steps gracefully in from the ballroom.

Teraille notes Azalea walk in and winks lightly at her before barking out the current order. "Azalea! Be a tree! You too, Tamvera!" She peers suspiciously around at all the 'trees,' watching for telltale signs of.... sentience.

Tamvera walks in breathless, and blushing for being late. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry I'm late!" Blue eyes scan for a place to sit, finding one, she sits, a bit flustered. STartled, she stops in mid rush, trying to be a tree. Flustered.

Kaeryn grins and tries to become a 'tree'. She kneels down and curls her body up. Does that look like a tree? Well, she is being a stump, that's why!"

Azalea tries to be quiet as she arrives late, but it appears that she can't go unnoticed this time. Raising an eyebrow and glancing at the others, she obeys the command, becoming a tree - a rather straight, stiff tree, but it's a start, right?

Teraille approaches Helyne slowly, peering up into her branches. "Are you a tree?" she asks, her voice barely audible as she studies the girl's position.

Khayet stands, which at this point in his growth-spurts is dangerous enough, but then he thinks about the wind blow scrub-trees near Mev. He starts to twist and turn himself into the vague shape of....well, it's a vague shape, that's for certian. Then he wavers, like he's being blown in the wind....

Helyne is a living tree, and seeing that living trees need some sort of liquid to sustain themselves, her eyes peeps open and glances at her oh-so-close glass of wine. *rustlerustle* goes her leaves, or rather sandles, as she shuffles her way towards the table. Suddenly, at the sound of Teraille's voice, she stands stock still and closes her eyes, not giving any movement what-so-ever. You see, trees can't nod...

Teraille tilts her head, then moves over to Azalea. "Are you a tree yet?" she asks, her voice the soft murmur of wind in the trees... or close enough, anyway.

Tamvera tries to be be a tree. She holds her arms out and tries to image the lovely green leaves that would be growing off her arms. SHe is a small tree. yep. Small and short. Two thick ice blond braids hand down her back and sway as she shifts from foot to foot. Eyes dart around wondering if she was doing it right.

Azalea holds out her arms straighter, somehow managing to become even stiffer at the sound of the Journeywoman's voice. Her eyes are squeezed shut, not daring to look at her expression. "I think so..." she whispers, but her voice is more like rocks tumbling down a hillside then rustling leaves. She can't help it her voice hasn't been doing so good since she got sick...

Helyne stands there, still as a tree cause...that's what she's envisioning herself to be. So peaceful a tree is, just standing here all day long without a care in the world. Well, except if'n someone wants to cut you down, or steal your fruit...and your arms certainly do get tired from their position of being over your head. Maybe she can quickly die...

Kaeryn thinks tree thoughts. Be a tree. Be a stump. Be still.

Teraille gives a sad shake of her head. "Trees can't talk," she wishpers back. She turns to study the rest of the class. "Wind," she murmurs to the group in general. "The wind is moving in....." She moves around them, weaving in an odd sort of dance. "Feel the wind on your branches... How strong are your leaves....?" In a weaving path by her instruments, she grabs up her flute, piping a gentle.... well, wind-like tune.

Kaeryn is a stump. In this position, she is short and thick, very stump like. No leaves on this stump, but there does seem to be /somethng/ growing on it, or is that hair? You could almost sit on her, she is so stump-like, but please don't, because that would hurt...

Tamvera listens to Teraille's music, trying to think of wind gently carassing her tree branches and ruffling her leaves. Screwing up her face, her concentrateion hard, she lightly waves her arms so that they mimic a wind blown tree. Opening one light blue eye, she peers at the teacher wondering if she's being a god tree?

Khayet wavers all the more in the official wind. UNfortunalty, as twisted up as he be, he's in a rather precariously balanced position. Well, for a few moments anyway. That's the trouble with having feet bigger than they should be for the rest of the body really, the foundation's not as firm as everyone assumes. Once he realizes he's going to fall over, he erks, litterally. THen creeks as he tips further other and even makes a swooshy-crash sound as he lands flat on his chest on the floor.

Teraille's face splits in a grin. "Hurricane!" she declares. "Trees are being felled!"

Helyne is quite an old tree as her yellowing leaves could tell any tree lover, and her branches seem to be faltering. A slight groan is heard from deep within the Harper...eerr...the trees boughs as she begins to sway back and forth. Her foot lightly comes up and off of the floor, almost as if the tree is so old, its roots are uprooting themselves. All it takes is a stronger wind...

Kaeryn doesn't mind a hurricane. Being a stump, no wind is going to blow /her/ over. She remains still, no movement. Still stump. Good stump. Sturdy stump.

Khayet tries to catch his breath and just rolls, he's already been felled!

Azalea attempts something resembling a sway, rocking back and forth on her heels as her body stiffly tilts from side to side. Her brow furrows in concentration, trying to do this right, and starts to get a little carried away, getting dangerously close to over-balancing. At Teraille's new incistance, a shocked eye opens, and she /does/ fall this time. Down she goes...

Teraille beams at Khayet. Her very first felling, and there go more! Oh, just look at her beautiful forest of dying trees. "Lovely!" she says, "absolutely lovely." She beams at her somewhat injured starlets, shifting to watch for any more fellings. "Try not to kill yourselves as you fall!"

Helyne miraculously stays put, her toes gripping onto her snadles as her swaying grows more erratic. Her roots might me old, but they're down right sturdy when it comes to hurricanes. How do you think this tree grew to become so old? Contorting her body, she bends her back over as her leaves rustle atop of her head, her legs shuddering under the tremendous winds and the weight of her back upon them.

Khayet would groan, well, he does actually groan. Granted, he doesn't say what's on his mind....too late....

Tamvera cracks on eyelid open, "how am I doing?" she asks of Teraille.

Teraille peers. "Okay!" she declares. "Humans again!" She sinks into a chair, sliding her flute aside. "Comments?" She grins at Tamvera. "Beautifully," she proclaims. "Except for the talking there at the end. Trees don't talk." She winks.

Tamvera giggles, becoming her humanself again. Taking a seat, she centers her concentration on Teraille, wondering what she will want next.

Already being this close to the floor, Kaer just slips down into a sitting position and unfurls herself, turning to look at Teraille and listen.

Azalea lands on the floor with a thump, sounding rather more like an injured wherry than a felled tree. And squaking loud enough for two of them. Seems she hit a bruise. A stream of epithets follows as the girl attempts to change her position to a less painful one, oblivious to the ending of the lesson.

Khayet gets to his knees, rubbing his chest. He might not weight much, but a belly dive onto stone isn't the most comfortable thing in the world.

Helyne lets out a startled gasp as she falls to the floor after being pronounced once again a human. "Ouch." she mutters as she rubs her lower back, feeling the rush of regenerated blood greet her cold arms as she lets them down. Crawling towards Tera, she grins, "That was interesting! It's fun to try to become an inanimate object." she says, her grin growing into a smile as her eyes regain their usual freshness. A lookie there folks! She forgot her wine glass on that table over yonder!

Teraille peers over at Azalea. "You okay?" she asks, concern heavy in her voice as her forehead furrows. "I think... Ooh! That's what we can do today!" She hops up to her feet again. "Stage falls and such. Welcome the the five-minute lecture." She pauses briefly, ordering her thoughts. "On stage, a lot of things happen that are... well, dangerous, for lack of a better word. Swordfights, fistfights, stumbling over objects, people dying and killing. The trick is that you don't want that to happen to the /actor/, just the characters. That's one of the tricks to theater, and that's what I'll teach you today. Questions, before I start?"

Tamvera shakes her head, "Nope, no qestions from me.."

Kaeryn runs her fingers through her blonde curls, watching Teraille and doing her best to listen to everything she has to say. She shakes her head in response to the question, "Nothing I can think of..."

Azalea glances up at Teri like she's gone insane. "Falling? With /these/ bruises? Maybe I'd be better off as a Healer..."

Teraille peers back at Azalea. "The point is that we fall /without/ making bruises worse," she points out.

Shaking her head, her afro type curls waving about high above her head, helyne gives Tera a maniac grin. She's good at falling, that being one of the disadvantages of being tall--you've got farther to fall.

Azalea blinks. "Oh," she says softly, idly rubbing a thumb. "That might be a good thing then after all..."

Teraille nods, waving everyone to their feet, then back down as she thinks better of it. She points to Kaeryn. "Up," she urges, grinning at the senior apprentice.

Kaeryn blinks slowly, grimacing and gets to her feet, slowly. She moves towards Teraille, hands behind her back. "What do I do?" she asks tenatively, not really wanting to get hurt.

"Attack me." Teraille folds her arms in front of her.

Helyne watches Kaeryn stand up with a rather helpful smile implanted onto her face, her eyes actually betraying her emotions as they laugh with glee. Turning towards Kaer, she focuses all of her attention on her, pausing just a second to glance at Teraille in confusion.

"Attack you?" Kaer repeats, a little unsure if she heard her correctly. She looks down at her hands, the hands of an artist not a fighter, but she brings them up anyway, moving forward quickly and throwing a punch towards Teraille with her right hand, left covering her face.

Tamvera snaps out of her doze, and watches Teraille and Kaeryn.

Teraille sidesteps it easily, sweeping the hand aside without offering a counterattack. She glances towards the watchers. "Did you guys see what she did? The approximate speed and angle of the motions?"

Helyne nods a bit dumbly...

Azalea blinks, looking up. Eyes dart from Kaeryn to Teraille, whose new idea seems even more hazardous to one's health - yes, Aza's short on wits today. Confusion is clearly shown on her face as she glances around at the others, trying to see if they know what's going on. "Sort of..." she answers the question.

Tamvera chews on her lip, gazing at Teraille and Kaeryn, "Uh.." She is a bit confused on what happened, echoing Azalea.

Teraille turns back to Kaeryn. "Now, I'm going to give you my word on this," she says seriously. "My sworn word on the honor of the hall. /I will not hurt you/." She duplicates the motion, but keeps the motion only a touch slower and puts almost as much force in keeping it to that speed as in driving it forward. The angle is also a few degrees off, aiming the punch just to the side of Kaeryn's body. At the end, she pulls back the punch, stopping it right about wher it would have hit Kaeryn's body, had Kaeryn's body been there.

Tamvera nods, "Ahh. I see, by the way of angling your body and hers, it looks like you stabbed ehr, but you didn't."

Helyne is glad that she's not the only one left in the dark with what had happened, quietly muttering something about how she thought this was going to be a theatrical class. Suddenly, realization floods over her like the first careful rays of Rukbat that stretch to reach the pilars of a weyr. "I get it!" she says rather pleased with herself.

Kaeryn watches Tera's hand come towards her, eyes growing wide as she does, but trusting the journeyman to keep her word, doesn't flinch.

Teraille nods her thanks to the senior apprentice, then turns to the others. "So, what did you just see?" she asks.

Tamvera ponders. "Well, to our eyes you just stabbed Kaeryn, but in reality you didn't creating an effective illusion. But she's not harmed.." Beam at the teacher...mebbe she got it right?

Helyne opens her mouth to speak, but then closes it as Tamvera starts to speak, opening it once again to add in a little something else. Starting to look like a fishie here..."Yeah, and if you had a sword in your hand, it would've looked like it had gone right through her." she nods her head. Course there would be blood if that senario happened...

Azalea blinks at Teri. "Um... stage hit?" she tries cautiously, voice low and husky still.

Teraille nods to Tamvera, then Helyne, then finally Azalea. "The trick," she says, "is in deceiving the eyes. That wasn't a very effective illusion, because Kaeryn didn't look injured. But if she'd reacted at the same time I 'attacked,' it would have been quite believable, no?"

Tamvera nods, "Yeah." She grins at the two performers.

Azalea nods slowly. "Yes, I guess so..." she says softly, green eyes still blinking from time to time.

Kaeryn frowns, she should have reacted, but she wasn't quite sure what to do. Figuring she was done on the stage, she slips down to the floor and settles down into a seat.

Teraille folds her arms as she peers from face to face. "So, everyone, on your feet. You're gonna show me your expression when someone punches you in the gut."

Helyne snickers and nods as she stands to her feet, nodding obligingly towards the teaches as she folds her arms over her stomach. She's not afriad of anyone punching her...just feels more comfortable to have your arms like this.

Tamvera stands up and waits, a bit unsure of when she's supposed to look like she's been hit. Glancing at Kaeryn, she turns to Teraille, waiting.

Kaeryn just sat, but she gets up again and moves forward, waiting. Now what?

Teraille glances from face to face, then finally speaks. "Bam," she says, marking the punch.

Helyne is suddenly struck with the most painful looking face, her suffering written all over her suddenly pale fatures as she clutches her stomach with one hand. Her large brown eyes dart towards her 'bam'er as she starts to gasp, having lost all of her breath with the punch.

Jerran strides with a rolling gait in from the ballroom.

Azalea gasps, leaping up despite various bruises, and starts to rush over to Helyne, realizing a little late that the girl is acting. "Not bad..."

Teraille quirks an eyebrow. "Azalea, bam," she repeats herself.

Kaeryn exhales sharply, grasping her chest where she had just been hit. Her eyes close instantaneously, squeezing tightly and her face contorts into an awful look.

Jerran enters and stops just inside the door, looking about the group in the room. Just what are they doing in here.

Azalea crumples up on the ground, groaning and clutching her arm. "Augh..." Though that 'expression of pain' looks a wee bit more like a smirk than a grimace, and her face is only red from surpressed laughter...

Teraille glances from person to person, nodding her approval. "Kaer, Helyne, remember that there's a tendancy to move backward when you've been punched." She pauses, scratching at her ear. "Ooh!" she exclaims. "Punching practice. We need a.... We need pillows." She nibbles at her lower lip.

Kaeryn giggles and nods, "backwards, got ya." She steps backwards, trying again, turning her head to the side as she gets 'hit' again. She spots Jerran in the back of the room and gives him a smile and a wink.

Pillows. That'd be good. To curl up and take a nap on, Aza thinks to herself. But at least fetching some would give her a chance to get out of here. "I'll get them," she offers, ready to leave for the dorms.

Teraille nods cheerfully to Azalea. "Thank you!" she calls, scratching at her nose. "You guys have any hidden aggressions to work out?" she asks, her tone a bit distracted.

Helyne stumbles backwards, and being as graceful as she always seems to be, she trips over her own feet and falls in a heap onto the floor. A real look of pain lashes over her face before a deep flush greets her cheeks with embarassment. Her hand shoots up at Teraille's last comment as she eagerly jumps to her feet. And she was always looked upon as a passive person...

"Agressions?" Kaer says, giggling. "Will frustrations do?" She has frustrations, indeed. Unmentionable ones, mentionable ones, harper ones... "How are we going to work out frustrations?"

Azalea smiles and ducks out. Once out the door her footsteps can be heard retreating /fast/.

Azalea walks to the Main Hall.

Teraille beams innocently at Kaeryn. "You're going to beat up some pillows," she says sweetly.

Llewyn blinks in from ::between::!

Jerran's lips break into a bit more of a smile and he strides across the room. "Hello all," he greets, as it seems they are in an inturuptable position.

Teraille turns to the door. "Jerran!" she says, waving brightly to him. "Did you get the new orders yet?" She's good at blunt.

"Pillows. Poor things, what did they do..." Kaer giggles, slumping tiredly to the floor, assuming a very stump-like position again, resting her head on her knees. "Hi Jer," comes a mumbled welcome from her covered face.

Azalea walks in from the ballroom.

Azalea waddles back in slowly, unable to see over her armful of pillows. "Hewe they awe..." she says, muffled by feathers and cloth.

Jerran glances down at Kaeryn and chuckles a bit. Then his teal eyes flick up to Tera. "Yeah," So that's why he was looking a bit dazed. "Just found out, actually. It'll be quite a move." He sighs a bit, apparently at the thought of another move. "It's a good position and all though." The smile grows just a bit bigger. "I hear your taking over my place?"

"I hope they're feather ones!" Helynes says a bit to happily. She's beaten upon a pillow many a time...making the feathers fly everywhere until she's started to laugh. "G'eve Journeyman Jerran!" she calls happily, not remembering whether he was one for formalities or not.

Kaeryn lifts her head and frowns, "Moving? Wha'?" She struggles to her feet again and walks towards Jer and Tera. "You're leaving the weyr?" she says in a whisper, eyes wide. "And me?" She stands there dumbfounded.

Teraille nods. "Yeah. It will probably be good for my career, getting posted away. Besides, the riders tend to like me, from the ones I've known..." Is that a trace of a blush? Nah..... "Oh, great, Azalea! Everyone, grab a chair and put a pillow on it!"

Tamvera grabs a chair and drags it so that she can be close. Putting a pillow on it, she sits and waits.

Jerran nods to Teraille and turns to Kaeryn. A mixed feeling washes on his face, but is mostly happy. "I've been posted as Tillek's Hold Harper," he relays the news.

Tamvera sits back, wondering what she is supposed to do with the pillow/chair.

Helyne snickers evilly towards Aza before she skips over towards her and lightly plucks a pillow of the top of the pile. "Good choice. Hey Azalea...where'd you get the pillows?" she wonders before she sticks her head into the pillow to smell it. With a shrug, she grabs a chair and yanks it towards her, plopping the newly fluffed pillow onto the chair gingerly.

Kaeryn still frowns, the idea of leaving the weyr, the place she has finally begun to call home, behind not sitting well with her. That is, of course, if she is to go too... "Oh..." is all she can say, turning on her heel to try to pay attention to Teraille, moving to grab a chair and pillow. She rubs at her eyes, confused.

Azalea smirks at Helyne. "You're cot, and others in the Dorms," she answers, "so be careful unless you want to use a shirt to rest your head on tonight."

Teraille has neglected the origins of the pillows. Is this a good thing? Who knows.... "Okay, guys," she says, "here's the trick. You're going to punch the pillows. Then you're going to duplicate the motion as closely as you can without actually touching the pillow. Got it?"

Tamvera nods, "Okay," as she gets up from sitting on the pillow. Looking down at it, she punches the pillow, watches her fist sink in. Now to punch it without touching it..

Khayet nods. He didn't feel at all comfortable with the thought of having a female partner in this. Not that there's anything wrong or weak about girls, half the girls in the room could likely beat him to a bloody pulp with out much of a second thought. Just that he's a fairly chilverous lad, is all.

Kaeryn stares at the pillow for a moment, sadness and confusion in her eyes. She glares at the pillow and then looks at her hand, /punching/ the pillow and knocking the chair over backwards, it hitting the floor with a loud THUMP. She sighs and just looks at it for a moment.

"Though it smelled familiar." Helyne mutters lightly before rushing towards Aza's pile 'o pillows and grabs the top one, shoveing her head into it's fluffiness to take a big whiff. "Not mine." she murmurs before setting it down gingerly next to the grand pile. This process continues until she finds hers by way of smell. With a proud smile, she replaces her pillow onto the chair and smiles alomost lovingly down upon it.

Tamvera chews on her lip, and tries to punch the pillow with out touching it. She tries a punch and still manages to let her fist sink into it.

There's a loud noise by the door, then an apprentice bursts in, breathing heavily. "Teraille!" he manages to get out. "Hernik's in trouble, and you're supposed to go 'deal with him.'" Teraille lifts an eyebrow, then sighs. "All right," she says. "Lesson's over for today."

Tamvera nods and smiles, "Thank you for the lesson!"

Tamvera steps gracefully to the Main Hall.

Teraille nods, but can't stay to chat; she ducks away quickly.

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