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“Stop picking at my hair,” Ashmere warned as Mesmer, her sweet little green chirped and pulled at strands of messy brown tresses. Suspiciously the little flit snipped a loose piece of hair and hopped with it on top of the harper's head. “Mesmer, come on now, I already brushed it twice, is that not good enough for you?”

In retort the green trilled loudly as if saying 'no it isn't sassy harper girl', rolling her gray coloured hues Ashmere shook her head causing a small squawk to escape Mesmer's beaked like snout. She was busy, there was so much to be done around the Weyr and the master harper was being uncharacteristically harsh on her as of lately. He kept assigning her chores and labours that had little to do if anything at all with actual harper business. Today was no exception to his wrath, the pixie framed brunette was to attend to the greenhouses, though she was forbidden to touch any of the plants, it was her resposibility to mix another lot of fertilized water for the plants so that the care givers could get directly to work when they arrived.

Though her steps were small, she walked at a very brisk pace, she sighed heavily as she entered the greenhouse and warningly she reached up and stroked the eye ridge of her little flit.

“No getting into trouble Mesmer, and stop tending to my hair, you are going to make me shed everywhere if you keep that up. Naughty little green.”

Absentmindedness was a gift bestowed onto the harper at a very young age and something that she had never grew out of, running her thumb along her scar she gazed around the area without even noticing once the other person residing in the greenhouse kneeling near a small plant.

“Come now my lovely we have work to be done,” sliding off her long blue robe she was wearing a light coloured pair of trousers and a dark brown under tunic the slim built harper, yawning lightly Ashmere stretched in this action Mesmer produced her best impression of laughter, short choppy chirps as she just lazily flopped and landed on the young woman's shoulder and lifted both of her clawed feet pointing towards the boy and his two firelizards. Ashmere flushed for a moment. “We aren't alone are we girl?” She asked in a very small voice so that the other person or persons couldn't hear her. Dropping one foot Mesmer then peeked up and whistled in an odd sort of way. With two fingers Ashmere grabbed the green's lifted foot and shook it. “Good girl.” She muttered softly then clearing her voice she turned towards the direction that Mesmer had suggested.

“Hello there!” she called merrily and gave a short wave towards Shedrawn. “Oooooh goodness me, you are one of the harpers here was well! What a treat bumping into you. I am Journeywoman Ashmere, how do you do?”

Ashmere smirked, the action showing her long fangish teeth rather nicely in the light of the room. As the flit fluttered over the woman grappled her thumb and forefinger around that of Mesmer's foot and lifted her off of her shoulder holding her upside down. Giving a light bow to the boy she wiggled the little green as she continued to limply dangle with her wings slag.

“Very lovely to meet all of you, and this little green beast is Mesmer. Don't let her looks fool you she is secretly a feline wrapped in flit clothing. Isn't that right, now say hello Mesmer.” Lightly Ashmere jiggled the green by it's foot again, as if giving in to the girl that was jostling her around like a doll the green lightly chirped yet it came out sounding more like drawled sigh. “Oh come now my lovely you can do better than that.” Ashmere baited in a sweet voice. Wrapping her wings around herself tightly Mesmer very literally 'hmphed' at the harper. “Oh well,” cupping the squirt of a green in her left hand she laid her back onto her shoulder and affectionately patted her. “Mesmer is determined to be a brat today, I apologies for her.”

Smiling a bit broader Ashmere approached Shedrawn chuckled lightly. “I hope we didn't scare you too much, being so slim I seem to pad in and out of places before people notice me.” she chimed sweetly as she pushed a few messy tresses of brown behind her ear. “What are the chances, you and I both being harpers and candidates, I always forget to say I am a candidate, been saying I am a harper for so long it isn't easy for someone as old as I am to say I am also a candidate. Slips my mind at times.” she paused for a moment as she felt Mesmer perch on her shoulder and held out her right foot towards Shedrawn. “Ahh there we go, that is better! Mesmer would like to shake your hand Shedrawn. Hehe, that is my good girl.”

Mesmer wiggled her foot and thrilled at the other green, she really didn't like the company of many other flits, she much preferred being either alone or with Her Ashmere. Shedrawn at pointed out that he was firstly a candidate then a harper, Ashmere wondered if that is why the master harper had began to treat her differently once she was picked to stand, was she supposed to see herself as a candidate then a harper? It would make sense, smiling sweetly the woman nodded as the boy offered to show her his mystweed plant.

“Of course I would like to see your plant, could you tell me what you know about them? I was never the best at healing when we were taught that at Harper Hall, I was too busy writing songs or trying to work on my strings. I have no idea what mystweeds are used for, I just know they are extremely important right now.”

With a light movement Mesmer flopped onto her belly and laid limply on Ashmere's shoulder as she followed the lad

Ashmere nodded as things were explained to her, the thin framed harper took everything while wearing a firm expression of seriousness. “I see, I sort of wish I was allowed to tend to one, anything to help.” Ashmere paused and forced a fangish grin towards the boy, his little bronze was pointing towards the plant that must have belonged to the boy.

“Hmm, this little thing?” She lightly gawked but corrected her mannerisms almost instantly. “No wonder they need help growing them, they do look very fickle. Transplanting them would be difficult, especially if they weren't tended right they would very easily die.”

Crossing her arms over her chest she examined the plants with her steely gray eyes, even though she was a very warm person, she was also serious when she needed to it. Absentmindedly she stroked the very bottom of her scar before cupping her chin.

“Yours looks very nice though, you must have a natural green thumb on you Shedrawn.”

Ashmere impishly grinned and stroked the little lizard on her neck, in retort Mesmer puffed up her chest chest and lightly hummed a low purr, scooping the little compliant green into her hands the thin framed wisp of a woman nuzzled the creature before setting her back onto her shoulder.

“I have had her for near a full turn now, I got her one night when I was with a friend, we went into a cave down at the beach and the floor gave way. It was an under ground catacomb, she was there and it was a horrible place. Normally green's don't guard their nests, but she was. There was water in the cave and it was slowly rising, only one of her eggs survived and my friend received that flit. Mesmer was feisty when I first got her, it took her a while to warm up to me since she was a wild.”

Smiling sweetly towards the boy she knelt down closer to his plant and eyed it. “Maybe I could ask, the more hands the better, right? It isn't like I enjoy getting dirty, but that is what bathes are for besides Mesmer loves bathes.” Lifting her head off Ashmere's shoulder the green crooned deeply then slumped back down relaxing. “She likes it because I bought a special sweet oil for her after she bathes, makes her feel like a dragon I guess. She deserves it though.”

“The sweet old isn't easy to get hold of, cost me a pretty mark now and again, but I find it easier just to ask the healers in the Weyr for unscented oil then get some berries or sweet grass and boil them together, it still is nice either way you want to go about it.” Ashmere affirmed in a light airy tone. Looking at the boy she crossed her arms over her chest and thought deeply about his problem with the ruined clothes.

“Hm, Mesmer used to be horrible with ripping my tunics and good robes but after I wrapped her feet in cloth for a while she learned she had to be more graceful in landing if she didn't want to fall because she couldn't use her talons to grip me.” The slender woman smirked slightly. “Maybe that could work for you too, but I don't know your flit and how he would act to that, some go crazy if you try and try anything to them.”

Ashmere stroked the neck of her lovely little green then lightly chirped at her and held up two fingers, instantly the flit popped and went between as if the sound and hand gesture was a command that the two practiced.

“I haven't heard anything from the Hall since I left, only big news that almost everyone knows, no juicy little tidbits for me I am afraid.” With that Ashmere held her left hand up and extended one of her long slender digits as if on que a burst of cold followed by a pop sounded. Landing on the woman's finger Mesmer trilled loudly as if daring the other two flits to challenge her skills. In her small clawed feet she gripped something like a veil that definitely held a liquid of some sort. Taking it from the green she then kissed the creature on the top of her head.

“Very good my little beast. And here you are Shedrawn. A small batch of oil for you and your lovelies. It should be good for about six oilings, three each.”

Taking the pipes in her left hand she inspected them first and them lightly pitched them, the sound was rather mellow and smooth, not sweet in tenor but calm. She nodded, it was a good pair of pipes and she would be sure to make them a bit better, even put a journeyman's seal on it after staining them a cold colour, maybe blue or a deep purple; she of course would gift them back to the boy once she was done.

“They pitch well,” she offered in a neutral tone that was light and warm, not much could be read from how she worded her statement though. Holding out her right hand she shook on the deal then beamed a happier grin, once again revealing her pointed eyeteeth nicely. The woman truly didn't look like a normal harper woman, much less a journeyman of the craft, she was messy in appearance, shaggy short brown hair and a long scar donning her face over her eye. She looked almost fierce especially when she wasn't offering a smile, her eyes just held an intensity to them and the cloudy gray colour of her hues just seemed hardened and cold. “I have some work to be done Shedrawn but it shouldn't take me longer than a few moments, would you care to stick around while I work for a bit to keep me company? I assure you food will be in it for you if you do.” She chimed kindly.

Standing before the boy in her 'work' clothes, Ashmere was a very petite woman and her frame held the hint that she had recently lost a bit of weight making her already slim body almost frail looking. It wasn't certain but at first glance she could have been recovering from an illness since she was so thin and pale, but with her energy level and cheerful nature it was difficult to tell. Folding her arms over her small chest the pixie of a woman waited for the boy to answer before she set to work.