Harper's Quarters (#8666)
Although this room doesn't have any windows to speak of, the fireplace against the far wall from the main door and glows set all around the room combined with a very light olive green coloring scheme keep the light level comfortable. Set in the center of the room, infront of the fire place is a set of three earthtone couches surround a low, heavy set and sturdy looking table. In the far corner sets a large desk, one that looks like it would fit about two people. On the left side of the desk all of the papers and work lies in tidy stacks, while on the right the organization seems to be more of a controlled chaos. Setting in strategic places all around the room are neatly patterned throw rugs that resemble Terran orientals.

T'rell knocks, dripping slightly, then steps in. "Hiya."

Kaeryn lifts her eyes from the book they were studying and then claps the book closed. "T'rell, what a pleasant surprise!" she exclaims happily motioning for him to come into the room all the way. She gets to her feet and moves towards the door. "Can I take your wet things? Offer a towel?"

T'rell sheds his jacket, holding it out and trying futiley not to let it drip too badly. "Thanks, Maybe I should just leave this thing outside, eh? Sorry to drop in on you suddenly. Not interrupting, I hope." He glances around, as if looking for disturbed conversationalists, and finds none.

Thin fingers pluck the wet jacket from wet fingers and Kae moves to hand it on one of the many pegs that are on the wall by the door. "The only thing you are interrupting would be work, which I don't mind at all," she admits with a grin. "I'm alone around here, as usual, so company is always welcome." With a motion of her hands towards the couch, seating is offered and, as if out of thin air, a tray holding two mugs and a steaming pitchd of klah are produced. "Klah?"

"You're a lifesaver." Gratefully, T'rell reaches for a mug, taking a seat -- his trousers are only mildly damp from the storm. "Pretty wild out there today," he tells the harper. "Sejith was even having some trouble fighting the winds." He shakes his head, impressed at the forces of nature.

Kaeryn actually looks shocked, "/Sejith/ was having trouble?" she repeats, shaking her head in dismay as a towel is handed over. "Thought you might want to dry off a bit?" she grins and slips back on the couch. "What brings you to Tillek?"

T'rell shrugs, rubbing a rough hand through his damp hair. "Some kind of political thing -- hand-delivered message, all that. Stupid idea in this weather, but who'd've guessed?" Sipping carefully from the hot mug, the rider cups his hands around it to warm them. "Figured it'd be better to stick around a bit, if you don't mind."

"Since when have I ever minded /your/ company?" Kae responds quietly, her smile bright. Feet are tucked up under the harper as she gets comfortable once again, but books are forgotten for the time being. The blanket that was tossed aside is spread over the harpers lap once again, and she smiles sheepishly, "I'll never become accustomed to this cold. Even in the spring and summer, these rooms are still freezing to me."

T'rell chuckles lightly. "Since I started dripping all over your floors? I don't know." Another sip, and he leans his elbows on his knees, watching Kaeryn adjust the blanket. "It's all that time in the sun -- addles the system," he jokes.

"As if even that would make me want to send you away," Kae jokes and shakes her head. "It gets lonely up here all by myself, and it /really/ makes me miss Ista." A shrug of her shoulders and roll of her eyes shows that she'll never come to think of /this/ place as home. "It's so....warm there. And pleasant. And...open." She shivers lightly and picks up the mug of klah to take a cautious drink of the hot liquid.

T'rell points out, "It's not like you're banned, you know." He smiles, just holding the mug. "Sounds like you need someone to take care of all of Jerran's routes so he can stay around, eh?"

Kaeryn sighs dramatically and takes another drink from her mug as she contemplates how to answer that question. Another roll of her eyes accompanies the answer, "And someone to do his work so he's actually here," she points at her head to indication mentally as well as physcially. "Work is important," she quotes, frowing slightly.

T'rell shrugs. "Depends on the work," he notes -- maybe it's philosophy, maybe laziness speaking. Hard to tell. "Or maybe he just needs a good knock on the head." He raises an eyebrow and gives a quick, slight smile.

Kaeryn laughs quietly in amusement at that remark and grins. "Do you really think that would work? If so, I'll give it a shot." She brushes her hair out of her face and winks, showing her mood has brightened somewhat. "So, are you telling me you left poor Sejith out in the rain to be miserable?"

T'rell chuckles, nods. "Might just work." He pauses, a glance toward the outer walls without really caring what he sees over there. "He actually loves the rain. Just hates flying against the wind. He's having himself a nice washing, he is." He leans back, the towel draped over his shoulders, and settles into the couch. "So what work did I interrupt? Anything life-threatening?"

"Only if you call preparing a lesson about teaching children to fingerpaint important," Kae's baby blues are rolled skyward in a bored fashion and she shrugs, "Not like I can do anything on paper that will tell me what will happen. I wear old clothes, and hope."

T'rell laughs quietly. "Fingerpainting is a very important skill for a kid to master, you know. Helps them become skilled beachcombers later in life."

Kae morphs into her inner child, and her tongue is flashed in his direction. Childish, yes, but why not. Friends can misbehave sometimes, can't they? Then she tries to look all proper again, failing dramatically, "Have to teach them colors and art somehow, and they don't work well with paintbrushes."

"Maybe we should try that with my wing sometime. See how well they'd do with it." T'rell, imagining trained wingriders mucking about with fingerpaints, shakes his head in amusement. "How come our harper never did that with us, anyway?"

"That's easy. It's because you never had /me/ to teach you," Kae grins. "I could always come over with my fingerpaints and teach you now... but I don't think I have paper big enough for your dragons to paint as well."

T'rell snaps his fingers in disappointment. "And Sejith was looking forward to it." He sighs. "Too bad. Do you teach the kids to throw paint at the walls, too and at each other?"

Kaeryn's eyes open wide with horror and she shakes her head. "I /was/ going to invite you to one of my classes, but not anymore. I don't want you teaching them!"

T'rell laughs aloud. "You should've had me as an apprentice."

"You know I think you're a wonderful person, right?" Kae begins gently, the twinkle in her eyes growing. "But I. Would. Not. Want. To. Teach. You." she stresses each word dramatically, pointing her finger like an old auntie.

T'rell just beams through Kaeryn's whole display.

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