In the Apprentice Barracks

Relan
Flashy. But in an almost conservative sort of way. His slashed-sleeved doublet is colored a sharp purple with blood red in the slashes. A similarly colored beret perches above orangeish, short-cropped hair. A somewhat aristocratic nose is perched between blue-green eyes with flecks of silver in them. The cheek bones and face seem somewhat delicate, light in the same way his complexion is fair, coming down to a gently pointed chin above a long, thin neck. At an unimpressive height of just under six feet, the man seems more posh than anything else.
A black belt with an assortment of painting utensils not only keeps the doublet from billowing out but also holds up solid black leather pants which trail down to just about ankle level, where they puff out before tucking into shin-high black leather boots. The man looks very proper, though not rigidly so.
Relan is wearing his HerderCraft knot on his shoulder.
He is awake and looks alert.
Relan is 19 Turns, 8 months, and 27 days old.

Relan turns aside from a charcoal sketch he's working on beside his cot to note a few Herders about in the room. He spins around on his swivel chair to flash a smile at Kyriel. "Oh good evening! Day chores finished?" he asks innocently.

Kyriel nods solemnly from her cot. "Well enough."

Relan pats his hands together to let the charcoal dust settle to the floor of the room, placing his hands on his knees to peer at his fellow Apprentices. "Well, then! A rather droll evening thus far, don't you think? What say we liven things up a tad and stroll to the Mug?"

Kyriel
Black eyes sparkle with barely suppressed mirth in a face framed by long, dark curls. Topping out at just under nose height, Kyriel grins upwards at most of the men she meets and looks most women right in the eye. Smiling merrily, Kyriel waves to you and blows you a kiss. Kyriel is small and slender, with dark eyes and even darker hair. Her eyes sparkle with barely suppressed mirth, and her lips pressed firmly together keep her laughter inside. Kyriel wraps her arms around herself, warding off the chill. She wears an old riding jacket, slightly too large for her, that looks like an extra she borrowed from a rider and forgot to give back. Kyriel has a scarf wrapped around her neck to make a kind of sloppy hood, pinned at the neck with a small enameled brooch. A pair of gloves is shoved through her belt, and a pair of thick pants cover her legs. The cuffs of Kyriel's pants are tucked into a pair of tall wherhide boots.
She is awake and looks alert.
Kyriel is 22 Turns and 20 days old.

Relan notes the resounding bellow of apathy from his fellows and lets out a sigh, hopping spryly to his feet. "Well, if you're all going to be the usual droll party poopers, I'll just have to go liven things up myself!" he declares with a flair as he places his beret atop his flame hair.

Terrice yawns."You do that, Relan.." A semi amused smile crosses his face.

Inside Lorianda's Cot, Lorianda is lying motionless in her cot, not even breathing...except for the fact she is pulling a pillow over her head.

Kyriel rolls her eyes. "Really, Relan, I'd love to go out and get sopping drunk with you. But I'd not go there now. This is the stalking hour for a favorite non-friend of mine."

Terrice snorts, "Relan shall protect you."

Relan smiles one of the most chivalric, charismatic smiles in his repetoire to Kyriel. "Really, Kyriel! As Terrice says, I can protect you fine! I was trained well with a rapier, you know, back at Tillek," he says confidently.

Kyriel laughs sharply. "Not that I need protection, Terrice. I'm prefectly capable of knocking any man to the floor."

Inside Lorianda's Cot, Lorianda peeks out from under her pillow, dark hair fringing her wide eye as she listens.

Terrice falls off his cot, laughing hard."Ever been in a real fight, kid?"

Terrice grins at Kyriel."Aye, I know it..I was being sarcastic."

Relan turns with an ever so slightly hurt look to the laughing Terrice and informs him stoicly, "Of course!" failing to elaborate on details. He turns back to Kyriel and extends a hand to help her up, "Well, how about it?"

Kyriel waves a bruised knuckled-hand at Terrice. "Lay off him, Terri."

Terrice stops laughing. Sort of.

Terrice nods gravely."Okay, Kyriel..just..don't hit me. I've heard about that fist of yours."

Kyriel sits up and swings her legs over the side of the cot. "I won't deck anyone unless they ask for it."

Terrice grins. "I'll avoid asking for it."

Relan's hand is still extended politely to Kyriel as he raises a questioning eyebrow to her.

Inside Lorianda's Cot, Blink blink....who would dare ask for it!!

Inside Lorianda's Cot, Lorianda peeks out still, the silent observer.

Kyriel irritatedly pokes at the proffered hand. "What's to do in the Mug, Relan? Drink and talk and toss darts. And I'm trying to stay away from the drink. I've got enough in my system to last me a sevenday."

Terrice crawls under his cot and curls up, chewing on a finger. Hey, wasn't he just under here?

Inside Lorianda's Cot, Lorianda wonders how the dust bunnies are under his cot.

Relan snatches the poked hand away without a hint of hurt in his shining eyes. "Why, all sorts of things! Yes, talk, of course. And dance! And laugh and cavort and all variety of entertainment. Come on, then," he says, hoping another flashing smile towards Kyriel will help persuade her.

Inside Lorianda's Cot, Lorianda has grade A bunnies under *her* cot!

Terrice smiles, peeking up from his dust bunny free den at Relan. He sends a glance towards Lorianda.

Lorianda smoothes snarled hair and wets her lips a second. Then, blankly, "I'm leaving. I'm going out. I'm, leaving."

Terrice stretches."Lori?"

Lorianda blinks, recognizing her name being spoken. "Hmm?"

Relan hops about, whirling to turn his smile to Lorianda. He asks her with a slightly accented tone, "Oh, might I join you, Lorianda?"

Terrice softly,"Want some company?"

Lorianda says, "Oh! Well....actually...iI was *sneaking* out, to meet someone...""

Lorianda puts a finger to her lips, winks, "*Shh!*"

Lorianda tip toes out carefully

Relan looks like he digests thie information for a moment, then whirls back to Kyriel with his smile, awaiting her reply to his offer for an evening of fun at the Mug.

Terrice grrrs softly at Relan. But you diddn't hear that. A sigh, and a darkly muttered,"Wish it were me.."

Lorianda opens the door leading into the hayloft and leaves the barracks.

Terrice stays under his cot. yep.

Kyriel shakes her head and sighs. "Relan, I don't dance. Nor do I talk well, and I'm not much of a cavorter any longer."

Relan seems to be undeterrable from a prospective evening with a very nice woman. "Not a problem! I can teach you the former, do most of the second, and do the latter with you! Really, it'll be great fun and gaity," his silky voice assures.

Terrice chews his finger some more."Relan..I'm sure there are plenty of girls there to warm your heart.."

Relan shoots back to Terrice as if on instinct, "But none as lovely as our Kyriel!"

Terrice smiles sardonically.

Terrice says, "Of course not."

Kyriel sighs and drops her head into her hands, face hidden.

Terrice softly,"Let her be, Relan..just let her be."

You overhear Kyriel mutter, "And this is ... ... all begins. ... ... ... this ... ... it all began." to herself.

Relan turns to Terrice, contemplates this for a moment, and decides that might be the prudent thing to do, but certainly not the gallant thing. He sidled up to Kyriel, his face dropping into a concerned look as he asks her softly, "What's wrong, Kyriel?"

Terrice glances, concerned, at Kyriel, but remains silent, now, unless she wants to share.

Kyriel takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, muttering into her palms.

You overhear Kyriel mutter, "My ... but it's ... ... ... ... ... When they ... ... cheerful ... loving, ... inside ... all hateful." to herself.

Relan bends an ear as close as is polite (and, perhaps, a mite closer) to try and make out the words, then hops back when he thinks anyone might be looking. His shoulders lift in a long and tedious sigh. "Well," he says, finally deterred, "mayhaps the women at the Mug would be more... available."

Terrice nods."Maybe.." He curls tightly into a ball, staring at the floor.

Random watches Relan with evident amusement. A human after his own heart.

Relan glances momentarily over to Terrice, then again to Kyriel, shrugs again, and manuevers around his cot, setting himself for travel. Someone's mentioning of stalkers prompts him to add his sword belt, maddeningly brightly decorated, to his waist. Finally set for travel, he turns to face the room one last time. "You're sure?" he prompts Kyriel.

Terrice blinkblinks."Turn that thing off, Relan!"

Kyriel shakes her head in her hands, shoulders slumped, not looking up.

Relan looks around innocently, checking his various paraphenelia dangling eye-soringly from his slight frame. "Which?" he asks, looking for something to turn off.

Relan smiles brightly to Terrice, seeing the man's expert eye caught the beauty of his sword. "Isn't it wonderful? I had a jeweler make it in Tillek. Extraordinarily expensive, you know," he informs Terrice as he draws the fencing foil from its sheath, sending a beam of light dancing about the room.

Terrice grooooannnns."Put it away. Preferably someplace dark!"

Relan hmphs at Terrice, murmering something about not appreciating true quality when it's seen, and resheaths the sword. "Well, I should be gone long! Don't stay up for me," he adds to the room in general with a little wink.

Terrice snorts."We'll try."

Relan smiles brightly to Terrice and turns to charge from the room with a flourish of his travelling cape.

Relan opens the door leading into the hayloft and leaves the barracks.

Terrice mutters,"Lordling.."