Post by E on Dec 3, 2005 19:07:02 GMT -5
Player Info
Name: Effluo
Contact Info: AIM – EffluoSmaragdus YIM – Effluo_Smaragdus
Character Information
Name: Apricus (loving the sun) many just call her ‘Apri’
Gender: Female
Age/Birthday: 19 Turns, Early Spring Birthing day
Orientation: Straight, Very straight although she’s too timid to think of such things.
Rank: Apprentice Harper
Location: Harper Hall
Affiliation: Apri is a peace loving person. Violence in any form scares her and she’d rather stay away from it if she can. As it is, this doesn’t help her position as a Harper since she is just as likely to hide during a fight as to help resolve it.
Standing: Having grown up in the Harper Hall, Apri knows all of the teaching ballads by heart. Her favorites, however, are those that tell of the great beasts; the dragons. Yet as much as she loves them, she knows deep down in her gut that they’ll never come back. Pern had lost her greatest hero; her saving grace all those turns ago…
Family: Apri has two families; her blood family and those she sees as her real family. Her blood mother was named Quintak and was, well, a master of the Pillowcraft. Her father… well she didn’t know her father. Nobody did.
Apri considers the Hall her true family though, every last one of the masters have each become very close to her in one way or another and she wouldn’t dare dream of another life. She is far to happy where she is now.
Pets: None
Appearance: Frail. That’s the first word that comes to mind when a person lays eyes on Apri. Not only does she resemble a child with her small, delicate hands but her height of a meager five feet and two inches leaves many looking down at her. Barely weighing a hundred pounds, Apri has little muscle and would never be able to win a fight if she had to. She did, however, take after her mother with her shapely hips and firm breasts; features which tend to do her more harm than good.
Not only did she take after her mothers good looks when it came to her hips and breasts, but she also inherited the doll face as well. Full, lush lips and a dazzling smile Apri would be able to have her choice of men, if she were ever interested in such a thing. Her soft eyes are an earthy hasselnut that make onlooker stop for a closer look. The fair face is framed by a cascade of wavy brown locks that when let loose find themselves brushing the top of her hips.
It took Apri some time before she realized just how much like her mother she looked, but when she did she took all means to ‘blur’ her image. Rather than the ‘appealing’ cloths her mother wore, Apri enjoys the high collared shirts and long skirts that swish around her ankles. While she won’t say no to a comfortable pair of trousers, Apri finds that they tend to cling to her legs a little too suggestively and she’d rather not wear them in public.
Personality: After meeting Apri, two words come to mind that sum up the pretty girl very well; Timid and Innocent. Yes, Apri is both to some extent. Her slight figure and lack of real muscle only enhances her fear of some day being taken advantage of. Meeting anyone new she finds herself short for words and had a hard time looking anyone in the eye.
While she’s never done anything to prove her as anything other than Innocent, being the daughter of a Pillowcraft master has corrupted her. She knows the secrets her mother uses to excite men although she never uses them. She has no desire to even think of such things. There are much better things she could spend her time on.
Unlike other harpers, Apri has a hard time voicing her thoughts. She stumbles over words, probably due to her timid ness. After the discussion an array of words and speeches she could have used come to mind, but its always too late. She hates herself for this. She does not think she’ll ever amount to be a true Harper when she can not even put a sentence together with people looking at her.
Yet even thru all of this, Apri has one true love, a love that gave her a home at the Hall. Music. Her small, nimble hands were quick to learn any instrument they were given and she mastered them all with a little practice. It was not her knack with instruments that was seen in her though. No, the master who found her had found the greatest treasure she had to offer; her voice. While she can’t put two sentences together, Apri can sing her heart out- crowd or not she never notices once she hears the music.
Apri’s voice is indescribable and the attempt here to describe it is a feeble one. Speaking, Apri’s voice has the ability to sooth any pain and calm any racing heart. Yet when she puts it to song… You are enraptured, trapped within its magic. The soothing, sweet vibration that it sends out steals any heart, young and old alike. The beauty of it alone, without the words she sings, had often brought grown men to tears.
History:
“What do you mean I’m with child?!” snapped Quintak at the young healer. She’d been sick after long nights of work, but surely she wasn’t with child. She couldn’t have a child it would cost her far too much in both time and money, both of which were the other.
“It grows within you even now… Surely this is good news for you and your husband…” The healers voice was uncertain as she looked over Quintak again. How could anyone not want a child?
Quintak smiled that sweet smile that she often gave her customers that she found pleasure in proving wrong. “I’m from the Pillowcraft. Don’t you know what a child could mean for me? I’d loose my job for sure. So many reasons. Should I go into describing them for you?” Her voice was low and threatening.
“N-no.” the healer replyed looking down. She cherished life much, surely this women would not ask…
“Now tell me how I can rid myself of it. I’ve seen my fellow craftswomen do it. I know it can be done.”
“I…” The healer hesitated. How could someone care so little? “Why can’t you give it away when it is born?” she finally blurted out.
“Because! Then I’d have wasted several months of work during the pregnancy and I’ll have lost valuble muscles that makes me good at what I do.” The rage that contorted her face showed clearly that she’d lost patience with the healer.
The healer only looked at her open-mouthed. Finally she closed it, pressing her lips into a thin line. She couldn’t believe what she was about to do. Reaching into her bag she pulled out a small vile. “Drink a drop of this with your Klah morning and night. It will slowly kill the child… No there is no faster way. Don’t even think about asking me!”
Snapping her bag together she stormed out of the room leaving Quintak there with an evil grin on her face. Uncorking the bottle she tipped all of the contents down in a single gulp. ‘There,’ she thought. ‘Quick and painless. I should be good for work tomorrow night…’
The potion did not work taken at once and to Quintak’s regret her daughter was born several months later, in the bright morning light of a spring day. She was, however, relieved to find that having her was not such a bother. After another month she was ready to get back to work and the crafters all agreed to take turns watching the baby as the rest worked.
As the years went by several were proud to find Apricus a darling little child. The long lovely locks were seen as priceless and they all hoped that she’s keep her baby doll face. Good money was always paid for such a face…
”But mom, I already know what you do. Why can’t I just go outside instead like I always do.” Apri asked softly as her mother walked her into the chamber by her hand. Apri did not fight it, but she didn’t like the perfume filled room.
“Because, darling. I’m scared someone might look at your pretty face and want it without paying the price. Everyone is working tonight and there won’t be anyone to watch you.” Quintak kept her voice sweet, but her patience was already growing thin. Why did she have to have such an unwilling daughter, even if she was a pretty thing?
Apri had been told too many times of what happened when men did not want to pay; they took it by force. It was never a good thing and Apri often had nightmares after such incents, the screams were terrible even if they only lasted a few moments before the guards came in. Not wanting that to happen to her, Apri let the last little bit of resistance slide out of her. “Ok Momma…”
“That’s a good girl. Now you just sit here on this stool and I’ll even pull a curtain around you so they won’t see you. How is that? You’ll be safe there. Ok?” Quintak ran a hand over her eight turn old’s head and down her brunette locks. She longed for locks like those… Without waiting for a reply she snatched her hand back and pulled the curtains around her daughter. She wouldn’t get in the way there…
Apri found the nightmares coming more and more often, just as she found herself spending more and more time hidden behind that curtain. The sounds were the worst part. Apri didn’t mind not being able to see, she knew far too well what was going on there. After a the first hour she often thought she’d not make it thru the night. Curling her legs up to her chest on that little stool, Apri would often cry herself to sleep there, willing for it to be over.
One particular night, she remembers very vividly. Her mother had received a very rough customer. Apri would never forget that night she spent biting her fist to keep from calling out for help. Her mother would have never approved…
Then her twelfth birthing day came. At first she thought it would be another ordinary day at the spring gather. Games and children to play with, and the music! That was what she was looking forward to the most. Whenever the harpers would get onto the stage, Apri would run up to the very edge of it and watch wide-eyed, taking in every word; every beat. She memorized them all every turn.
This turn was little different as Apri spent the sunlight in front of the Harpers stand. As dusk came, so did her mother and Apri found herself being taken back to that room…
”Come now Apri… Hurry up. Time is money don’t you forget that.” Quintak was dressed as usual when strolling for customers, she’d not be able to do it properly until her daughter was out of sight however, and so she picked up her pace nearly dragging her shorter child.
“Oh please mother… just a few more minutes. Just one more song…” she pleaded. She knew her mother would say no. She always did saying that music was for fun but work needed to be done.
“Please ma’am, Let the child stay. I will watch her.” The deep bass voice sounded from a side stall. Instantly both mother and daughter spun around to see the speaker. Seeing the handsome, middle-aged man they each took a step; Mother forward and daughter back.
“Well hello handsome.” Quintak said in a seductive voice after she noticed the large purse tied to his hip. Apri winced at her mother, but it instantly vanished when she realized who the man was; one of the harpers from on stage.
“I’m not interested in your craft.” The man said shortly as he finished his drink. Stepping forward he knelt down to come to eye level with Apri’s face. “What is your name pretty girl?” His voice was smooth and had a fatherly feel to it, or at least what Apri would imagine a fathers voice to sound like.
“She’s not for sale!” Quintak snapped and for the first time for as long as Apri could remember, her mother moved to stand protectively in front of her. “You can’t have her you pervert.
“Didn’t I say I wasn’t interested in your craft? I noticed the child singing along with one of the ballads today… I wanted to talk to her. That is all. I mean her no harm ma’am.” The voice had remained the same fatherly tone he had used to address Apri in. She was beginning to feel comfortable around him.
“Singing?” Apri jumped at her mothers voice… It sounded so… So unlike her mother. She was surprised and her face was losing color. “What do you mean Singing? She’s no Harper. She can’t sing. She’s my daughter.”
“Yes I can mamma…” Apri said quietly from being her mother. The Harper had to crane his neck to the side to see even the slightest sliver of her. Quintak frowned and looked at her daughter.
“How is singing going to help you in anything?” she demanded bitterly as she glared at her daughter. What was she thinking learning to sing? She was suppose to be learning the pillow craft.
“It could help her become a Harper.” The man said mildly. Apri blushed as he smiled at her. How did he know…
“Are you saying you’d be willing to take her away?” Once again Apri jumped at her mothers voice… This time it was from shock. Her voice had been one of earnest hope. What could that mean?
“I’m saying I’d be willing to teach her if you’d be willing to send her to the Hall.” He said looking at the mother with a frown.
Quintak’s face contorted with a nasty smile that made Apri take a step back. “I’m not sending her anywhere. If you want her you can take her but I’m not going to pay one cent. She’s on her own from now on.” With that she turned and walked away, not giving her daughter even a second glance.
Apri was not the only one left open mouthed that night, nor was she the only one who wondered if her mother knew they’d take her in. She was surprised; however, to find that it did not hurt her so much as she thought it would. Her mother leaving her actually did not phase her one bit, it was being left with the man that did. That night she talked to him, but it took the female Harper, Lonora, to finally convince her to go with them. She wouldn’t trust the man; she never trusted men.
On the trip to the Harper Hall, Apri rode behind the Lonora on her runner, and was rarely found out of the women’s sight. Actually it was the women who had a hard time leaving Apri’s sight. She felt sorry for the poor girl and found herself falling naturally into the role of ‘mother’. Apri accepted it easily and found that a mother was more than someone to keep an eye on you, but was someone who loved you as well, not just your hair.
Once at the hall, Apri found that dreams really did come true. Not only was she allowed to sing all her heart desired, but she was encouraged to. Taught how to breathe and learn notes, Apri found an unimaginable joy in the songs she was taught. Her favorites were the dragon ballads, but she was warned against singing them in public.
The masters quickly found Apri to be their favorite student, as she was the most enthusiastic to learn. She found every part of it enthralling and she could not help but want to learn more. Gaining her apprentice knots, Apri has now found the one part of Harpering that is a struggle for her; the speaking aspect. Solving problems and being able to smooth talk her way thru discussions is now the only thing that holds her back from becoming a journeywomen.
Apri sighed as she set down her scroll. It was another musical piece that Master Gwendlin had given her. He was always so happy to be able to have her for a singer. She rather liked the piece too, but too many things were on her mind now to concentrate.
Pulling her legs up into that all-to-familiar position, Apri laid her head on her knees and let her mind wander. What was it about her that held her back from speaking easily. She could do so among the masters now, but the other apprentice’s? The journeymen? Anyone that she had not already known for years? Why couldn’t she just feel at ease among them? Why couldn’t’ she just feel like she did when she was singing?
Apri now resides in the Harper hall and continues her studies earnestly. Her voice is a favorite among the masters and many of the other students will stop to listen to her as well. Most find it hard to befriend the untrusting Apri, though that does not keep them from trying. In a few more months Apri hopes to test for her Journeywomen knots…
Name: Effluo
Contact Info: AIM – EffluoSmaragdus YIM – Effluo_Smaragdus
Character Information
Name: Apricus (loving the sun) many just call her ‘Apri’
Gender: Female
Age/Birthday: 19 Turns, Early Spring Birthing day
Orientation: Straight, Very straight although she’s too timid to think of such things.
Rank: Apprentice Harper
Location: Harper Hall
Affiliation: Apri is a peace loving person. Violence in any form scares her and she’d rather stay away from it if she can. As it is, this doesn’t help her position as a Harper since she is just as likely to hide during a fight as to help resolve it.
Standing: Having grown up in the Harper Hall, Apri knows all of the teaching ballads by heart. Her favorites, however, are those that tell of the great beasts; the dragons. Yet as much as she loves them, she knows deep down in her gut that they’ll never come back. Pern had lost her greatest hero; her saving grace all those turns ago…
Family: Apri has two families; her blood family and those she sees as her real family. Her blood mother was named Quintak and was, well, a master of the Pillowcraft. Her father… well she didn’t know her father. Nobody did.
Apri considers the Hall her true family though, every last one of the masters have each become very close to her in one way or another and she wouldn’t dare dream of another life. She is far to happy where she is now.
Pets: None
Appearance: Frail. That’s the first word that comes to mind when a person lays eyes on Apri. Not only does she resemble a child with her small, delicate hands but her height of a meager five feet and two inches leaves many looking down at her. Barely weighing a hundred pounds, Apri has little muscle and would never be able to win a fight if she had to. She did, however, take after her mother with her shapely hips and firm breasts; features which tend to do her more harm than good.
Not only did she take after her mothers good looks when it came to her hips and breasts, but she also inherited the doll face as well. Full, lush lips and a dazzling smile Apri would be able to have her choice of men, if she were ever interested in such a thing. Her soft eyes are an earthy hasselnut that make onlooker stop for a closer look. The fair face is framed by a cascade of wavy brown locks that when let loose find themselves brushing the top of her hips.
It took Apri some time before she realized just how much like her mother she looked, but when she did she took all means to ‘blur’ her image. Rather than the ‘appealing’ cloths her mother wore, Apri enjoys the high collared shirts and long skirts that swish around her ankles. While she won’t say no to a comfortable pair of trousers, Apri finds that they tend to cling to her legs a little too suggestively and she’d rather not wear them in public.
Personality: After meeting Apri, two words come to mind that sum up the pretty girl very well; Timid and Innocent. Yes, Apri is both to some extent. Her slight figure and lack of real muscle only enhances her fear of some day being taken advantage of. Meeting anyone new she finds herself short for words and had a hard time looking anyone in the eye.
While she’s never done anything to prove her as anything other than Innocent, being the daughter of a Pillowcraft master has corrupted her. She knows the secrets her mother uses to excite men although she never uses them. She has no desire to even think of such things. There are much better things she could spend her time on.
Unlike other harpers, Apri has a hard time voicing her thoughts. She stumbles over words, probably due to her timid ness. After the discussion an array of words and speeches she could have used come to mind, but its always too late. She hates herself for this. She does not think she’ll ever amount to be a true Harper when she can not even put a sentence together with people looking at her.
Yet even thru all of this, Apri has one true love, a love that gave her a home at the Hall. Music. Her small, nimble hands were quick to learn any instrument they were given and she mastered them all with a little practice. It was not her knack with instruments that was seen in her though. No, the master who found her had found the greatest treasure she had to offer; her voice. While she can’t put two sentences together, Apri can sing her heart out- crowd or not she never notices once she hears the music.
Apri’s voice is indescribable and the attempt here to describe it is a feeble one. Speaking, Apri’s voice has the ability to sooth any pain and calm any racing heart. Yet when she puts it to song… You are enraptured, trapped within its magic. The soothing, sweet vibration that it sends out steals any heart, young and old alike. The beauty of it alone, without the words she sings, had often brought grown men to tears.
History:
“What do you mean I’m with child?!” snapped Quintak at the young healer. She’d been sick after long nights of work, but surely she wasn’t with child. She couldn’t have a child it would cost her far too much in both time and money, both of which were the other.
“It grows within you even now… Surely this is good news for you and your husband…” The healers voice was uncertain as she looked over Quintak again. How could anyone not want a child?
Quintak smiled that sweet smile that she often gave her customers that she found pleasure in proving wrong. “I’m from the Pillowcraft. Don’t you know what a child could mean for me? I’d loose my job for sure. So many reasons. Should I go into describing them for you?” Her voice was low and threatening.
“N-no.” the healer replyed looking down. She cherished life much, surely this women would not ask…
“Now tell me how I can rid myself of it. I’ve seen my fellow craftswomen do it. I know it can be done.”
“I…” The healer hesitated. How could someone care so little? “Why can’t you give it away when it is born?” she finally blurted out.
“Because! Then I’d have wasted several months of work during the pregnancy and I’ll have lost valuble muscles that makes me good at what I do.” The rage that contorted her face showed clearly that she’d lost patience with the healer.
The healer only looked at her open-mouthed. Finally she closed it, pressing her lips into a thin line. She couldn’t believe what she was about to do. Reaching into her bag she pulled out a small vile. “Drink a drop of this with your Klah morning and night. It will slowly kill the child… No there is no faster way. Don’t even think about asking me!”
Snapping her bag together she stormed out of the room leaving Quintak there with an evil grin on her face. Uncorking the bottle she tipped all of the contents down in a single gulp. ‘There,’ she thought. ‘Quick and painless. I should be good for work tomorrow night…’
The potion did not work taken at once and to Quintak’s regret her daughter was born several months later, in the bright morning light of a spring day. She was, however, relieved to find that having her was not such a bother. After another month she was ready to get back to work and the crafters all agreed to take turns watching the baby as the rest worked.
As the years went by several were proud to find Apricus a darling little child. The long lovely locks were seen as priceless and they all hoped that she’s keep her baby doll face. Good money was always paid for such a face…
”But mom, I already know what you do. Why can’t I just go outside instead like I always do.” Apri asked softly as her mother walked her into the chamber by her hand. Apri did not fight it, but she didn’t like the perfume filled room.
“Because, darling. I’m scared someone might look at your pretty face and want it without paying the price. Everyone is working tonight and there won’t be anyone to watch you.” Quintak kept her voice sweet, but her patience was already growing thin. Why did she have to have such an unwilling daughter, even if she was a pretty thing?
Apri had been told too many times of what happened when men did not want to pay; they took it by force. It was never a good thing and Apri often had nightmares after such incents, the screams were terrible even if they only lasted a few moments before the guards came in. Not wanting that to happen to her, Apri let the last little bit of resistance slide out of her. “Ok Momma…”
“That’s a good girl. Now you just sit here on this stool and I’ll even pull a curtain around you so they won’t see you. How is that? You’ll be safe there. Ok?” Quintak ran a hand over her eight turn old’s head and down her brunette locks. She longed for locks like those… Without waiting for a reply she snatched her hand back and pulled the curtains around her daughter. She wouldn’t get in the way there…
Apri found the nightmares coming more and more often, just as she found herself spending more and more time hidden behind that curtain. The sounds were the worst part. Apri didn’t mind not being able to see, she knew far too well what was going on there. After a the first hour she often thought she’d not make it thru the night. Curling her legs up to her chest on that little stool, Apri would often cry herself to sleep there, willing for it to be over.
One particular night, she remembers very vividly. Her mother had received a very rough customer. Apri would never forget that night she spent biting her fist to keep from calling out for help. Her mother would have never approved…
Then her twelfth birthing day came. At first she thought it would be another ordinary day at the spring gather. Games and children to play with, and the music! That was what she was looking forward to the most. Whenever the harpers would get onto the stage, Apri would run up to the very edge of it and watch wide-eyed, taking in every word; every beat. She memorized them all every turn.
This turn was little different as Apri spent the sunlight in front of the Harpers stand. As dusk came, so did her mother and Apri found herself being taken back to that room…
”Come now Apri… Hurry up. Time is money don’t you forget that.” Quintak was dressed as usual when strolling for customers, she’d not be able to do it properly until her daughter was out of sight however, and so she picked up her pace nearly dragging her shorter child.
“Oh please mother… just a few more minutes. Just one more song…” she pleaded. She knew her mother would say no. She always did saying that music was for fun but work needed to be done.
“Please ma’am, Let the child stay. I will watch her.” The deep bass voice sounded from a side stall. Instantly both mother and daughter spun around to see the speaker. Seeing the handsome, middle-aged man they each took a step; Mother forward and daughter back.
“Well hello handsome.” Quintak said in a seductive voice after she noticed the large purse tied to his hip. Apri winced at her mother, but it instantly vanished when she realized who the man was; one of the harpers from on stage.
“I’m not interested in your craft.” The man said shortly as he finished his drink. Stepping forward he knelt down to come to eye level with Apri’s face. “What is your name pretty girl?” His voice was smooth and had a fatherly feel to it, or at least what Apri would imagine a fathers voice to sound like.
“She’s not for sale!” Quintak snapped and for the first time for as long as Apri could remember, her mother moved to stand protectively in front of her. “You can’t have her you pervert.
“Didn’t I say I wasn’t interested in your craft? I noticed the child singing along with one of the ballads today… I wanted to talk to her. That is all. I mean her no harm ma’am.” The voice had remained the same fatherly tone he had used to address Apri in. She was beginning to feel comfortable around him.
“Singing?” Apri jumped at her mothers voice… It sounded so… So unlike her mother. She was surprised and her face was losing color. “What do you mean Singing? She’s no Harper. She can’t sing. She’s my daughter.”
“Yes I can mamma…” Apri said quietly from being her mother. The Harper had to crane his neck to the side to see even the slightest sliver of her. Quintak frowned and looked at her daughter.
“How is singing going to help you in anything?” she demanded bitterly as she glared at her daughter. What was she thinking learning to sing? She was suppose to be learning the pillow craft.
“It could help her become a Harper.” The man said mildly. Apri blushed as he smiled at her. How did he know…
“Are you saying you’d be willing to take her away?” Once again Apri jumped at her mothers voice… This time it was from shock. Her voice had been one of earnest hope. What could that mean?
“I’m saying I’d be willing to teach her if you’d be willing to send her to the Hall.” He said looking at the mother with a frown.
Quintak’s face contorted with a nasty smile that made Apri take a step back. “I’m not sending her anywhere. If you want her you can take her but I’m not going to pay one cent. She’s on her own from now on.” With that she turned and walked away, not giving her daughter even a second glance.
Apri was not the only one left open mouthed that night, nor was she the only one who wondered if her mother knew they’d take her in. She was surprised; however, to find that it did not hurt her so much as she thought it would. Her mother leaving her actually did not phase her one bit, it was being left with the man that did. That night she talked to him, but it took the female Harper, Lonora, to finally convince her to go with them. She wouldn’t trust the man; she never trusted men.
On the trip to the Harper Hall, Apri rode behind the Lonora on her runner, and was rarely found out of the women’s sight. Actually it was the women who had a hard time leaving Apri’s sight. She felt sorry for the poor girl and found herself falling naturally into the role of ‘mother’. Apri accepted it easily and found that a mother was more than someone to keep an eye on you, but was someone who loved you as well, not just your hair.
Once at the hall, Apri found that dreams really did come true. Not only was she allowed to sing all her heart desired, but she was encouraged to. Taught how to breathe and learn notes, Apri found an unimaginable joy in the songs she was taught. Her favorites were the dragon ballads, but she was warned against singing them in public.
The masters quickly found Apri to be their favorite student, as she was the most enthusiastic to learn. She found every part of it enthralling and she could not help but want to learn more. Gaining her apprentice knots, Apri has now found the one part of Harpering that is a struggle for her; the speaking aspect. Solving problems and being able to smooth talk her way thru discussions is now the only thing that holds her back from becoming a journeywomen.
Apri sighed as she set down her scroll. It was another musical piece that Master Gwendlin had given her. He was always so happy to be able to have her for a singer. She rather liked the piece too, but too many things were on her mind now to concentrate.
Pulling her legs up into that all-to-familiar position, Apri laid her head on her knees and let her mind wander. What was it about her that held her back from speaking easily. She could do so among the masters now, but the other apprentice’s? The journeymen? Anyone that she had not already known for years? Why couldn’t she just feel at ease among them? Why couldn’t’ she just feel like she did when she was singing?
Apri now resides in the Harper hall and continues her studies earnestly. Her voice is a favorite among the masters and many of the other students will stop to listen to her as well. Most find it hard to befriend the untrusting Apri, though that does not keep them from trying. In a few more months Apri hopes to test for her Journeywomen knots…
