"Is Feln's ship docked out here someplace?" Kristiana asks as they step onto the beach, blue eyes sent toward the water. "Knowing him, he'll decide to join us... And eat all the food." She chuckles and throws her bag of cooking stuff on the sand. "Well, here we are. Hopefully we can find a way to cook..." She stops rambling with a chuckle as she puts her hand over her eyes, shielding them from the light of Rukbat.
Debajirin shrugs, fidgeting uncomfortably in his nearly nice shirt. Not his fault, all his comfy ones smell like fish. "If we're lucky, he's out for a pleasure cruise... Hate to have him come and ruin what one can hope will be a lovely time." He drops his bag, kneeling to open it, and withdrawing some sort of cookware. "This is my pon. Cause it's not a pan. And it's not a pot. But it's more pot than pan." Introductions over, let's get down to business. "If we can get some wood, I have matches in the bag, we could cook over that... And I've got most of the spices I'll need in there too."
Kristiana just smiles and nods, amused, as she is introduced to his... pon. "Interesting," she murmurs as she reaches into her bag. "I have... a fork? It's nothing new." She shrugs and then glances around the area. "Sounds good to me. Need any vegetables or anything for your stew, or are you prepared?" She creeps around the area, looking for wood, most pieces discarded.
Debajirin shrugs, reaching into his bag and pulling out a cloth package. This is unwrapped, revealing a few vegetables. "Got 'em before coming. See, the veggies vary, depending on where you are... And the wherry..." which he'd been carrying with him, "isn't fresh, didn't have time to go and attempt to hunt one. But it'll serve the purpose. Oh, forks are good. Can't eat without those." And he goes about digging a little pit for the fire.
Kristiana nods and chuckles. "I thought they'd be helpful. And bowls, too, unless you prefer eating right out of the... pon?" She glances toward the vegetables, nodding as if offering her approval, before continuing her hunt for logs. Several are discovered and lugged toward the pit. "Do you do this often on your travels?" she asks as she peers for more wood.
"Often enough," he replies, taking the logs and stacking them neatly near the pit, for easy access when they're needed. "I mean, if I find a nice cave or something I do enjoy sleeping out of a hold... But that's not always safe, y'know. And I don't often have hot lunches. Or breakfasts really. But it's a 'skill' I haven't forgotten yet, so it'll work. I do generally eat out of my pon," beam," but if there's two people eating maybe bowls could be good? I mean, y'know..." These things set up, he joins the search for wood, picking up possible kindling as well as the bigger chunks.
Kristiana glances toward him occasionally as he speaks, concentrating, however, on her never-ending search for worthy logs.... that she can carry. In fact, at the moment, she is trying to pick up one she didn't realize was a bit out of her league, and she drops it with an "oof!", peering at it with a grimace before moving on. "It seems like an interesting life," she muses as she drops some more wood beside him. "Very adventurous, with the different places you can go and things you can do and such. I'd imagine you've seen some interesting things."
Debajirin nods, taking a handful of kindling and an almost-log back to the pit and setting the kindling into some sort of mountain that ought to allow enough airflow for it to catch. "Well, it's never been boring... The people interest me more than anything, really. And, of course, the general. I don't know, wilderness, if you will? I don't like the holds as much, but that's where the people are, so it's always a little varied." Matches are withdrawn, one is struck, and he holds it under the kindling. Some catches, but the first attempt at a fire soon sputters out, accompanied by a grimace from him. "Of course, I've never experienced anything all that structured. A proper, long term job, a craft..."
Kristiana drops a few more logs beside the pile and dusts her hands. "Should that be enough?" she asks, prepared to dart off for more. "Of course. There's a joy and freedom being out with nature that's amazingly different, in it's own way, than being with people." She nods as she looks down at the pile of logs then back at him, watching the struck match. "It seems much better than being stuck in a hall all day, or a hold," she replies with a smirk, "no matter how much you might trust the people. There's comfort there but..." She shakes her head, taking a moment of thought before responding. "From the way you've led your life, it doesn't sound like you would be too happy in an occupation like that. You'd probably grow restless, I would think."
Debajirin strikes another match after re-arranging some kindling, this time adding some slightly bigger sticks as soon as the first few catch, and fanning the flame with a large, flattish piece of wood. "Well, ya. I've always been a little bit restless, though. Even when I was a boy, I liked to be /out/. I went everywhere I wasn't supposed to be. Like up to wherry dwellings when the mother wherry had young..." He gestures towards the patched eye with a bit of a smile, though this could be credited to the growing and nearly stable fire. A few more near-logs are added on, and he lets this burn for awhile. "I mean, I'm sure I could settle somewhere if I had good enough reason to. I've nearly done that before, and survived 'till the end. The thing is, I get bored too easily if there's normal routine. Even a slightly more exciting routine I can deal with. I don't know, I'm strange that way."
Kristiana leans back against a boulder, arms crossed over her chest as she nods. "So even if you did rest someplace," she murmurs with a soft chuckle, "they might have to let you live in a cave. I could see you sneaking out of the dorms to sleep on the beach..." She winks and pushes windblown hair from her face before glancing toward his eye with a slight grimace and nod. "Curious one, aren't you? And need any help there?" She nods slowly and hmms. "Yeah, but you'd have to make sure it's something you really wanted, or else, like you said, you might get bored... or find out later that it's not want you wanted." She drifts off for a moment, looking over toward the water, forehead furrowed, before she returns her eyes to him with a slight chuckle and shake of her head.
Debajirin raises an eyebrow at her behaviour after the last comment, then raises the other and lowers them both to a normal level. "Well, yes... I've always been fairly good at knowing what I want though. Or at least, I like to think so." A few more logs are added as the original wood is used up, and he holds a hand over it to test it. "Heat's getting good. Time to start chopping, I suppose. So, I'll make the stew first.." And he pulls a knife from his bag of wonders, and reaches for some of the vegetables, slicing them into the pon. "But if it's what I want, I can't see myself getting bored. I'm easy enough to please, just picky about what pleases me. But my preferences don't seem to change that drastically."
Kristiana grins at him, looking over from the corner of her eye, her gaze returning once again to the water. She chuckles softly and shakes her head. "So was I..." she murmurs, "but you'd be surprised how what you /don't/ want can turn out being better than everything you've ever dreamed of." She walks over to him, nodding as she sits down on the sand. "I'll be glad to chop or something if you need me too..." she murmurs before nodding. "Well, it seems you should have no worries then..."
Debajirin shrugs, handing her a somewhat leafy vegetable. "You don't need to cut this, just take some leaves, rip them up so they're at least bite sized, or smaller if you want, and stick em in the pot... About half the plant should do it." Finished with the first veggie he'd started on, he reaches for a root of some description, and starts slicing that. "You'd think I'd have no worries, eh? Maybe I'd have more? After all, hate to become too predictable. And if you know what you like, you know what you don't like, and that can be somewhat strange too. Just to see something, meet someone, whatever, and say 'I don't like it.'" Chop chop chop slice. "So, was there something you didn't want, that turned out not bad, then?"
"In the pon, you mean?" Kristiana replies as she looks up at him with a grin. Taking the greens, she does as she is told, tearing them and dropping them into the pot. "Oh, I don't think anyone is worry-free. Sadly enough, if we were happy all the time with nothing to think about, we... well, we /wouldn't/ be happy, and that is an odd statement, but that's what I've noticed." She shrugs slightly. One might think, upon meeting Kris, that she wouldn't dwell on such thoughts, considering her nearly-always cheerful demeanor. She nods with his words, chuckling softly, before shaking her head at his last question. "No, there was something I dearly wanted all my life that turned out to be... not as 'for me' as I thought it'd be." Tearing the vegetables resumes for several moments, the bartendress lost in her task, before she looks up at him with a smirk, snicker and shrug. "Harper."
Debajirin gives an approving nod of her leaf-ripping, and chops/slices on, listening intently to her, and absently adding another log to the fire. "But your music is so important to you. Or so it seems, I mean, I guess I can't claim to know you that well, but..." He finishes the root, and reaches for his pack of wherry, taking the first chunk of meat and tearing it into chunks with the help of his blade. "And, I mean, you seem to use so much of it... Why didn't you want to stay in the craft?"
"Oh, yes! I'm definitely glad for the music, but I learned that before joining the craft. It just offered more technique and such as that," Kristiana replies with a smile and shrug as she continues to tear the plant. "My mother was a harper. I learned a lot from her in the fifteen turns before I joined the craft. The four there taught me only that I dread audiences." She grins and sets down the untorn half of the vegetable before sighing and leaning back. "Hmm... Like I said, I dreaded audiences, and you can't be an apprentice forever. I was an apprentice for four turns because I didn't want to play for anyone to be promoted. Silly, huh?"
Debajirin shakes his head, scrunching his nose slightly. "Not silly. I mean, if your music is sort of an outlet- a way to express feelings and that which could be private- you might not want just anyone to hear it. Even if they can't interpret it, sharing who you are with strangers can be hard. Can be, it is hard. Some people I guess consider that as part of the challenge. At this one small hold, outside of Igen, there was this artist, and he had all his work on display. Trying to sell it, I think. I could never do that. I would draw things to sell, but they wouldn't be as good, cause I wouldn't want to put my heart into it." He grabs for another large chunk of wherry to shred. "Of course, I've learned to be more open with that. Sometimes if people sympathize with what you're doing, and you deny them the chance to show it..." He shudders.
"Yeah... I never played for or with anyone but my family until I joined the craft," Kristiana replies with a shrug as she looks down at the sand, her fingers running slowly through the grains. "And when I'd go away by myself, that's what I would always hide in. And then to go to a place where I was forced to take classes and interact with others in it... It was difficult." She chuckles and rips her gaze from the sand, resting her chin on her knees. "I showed my composures to a master one time, just because I had to, and he said it was too complicated and nonsensical. 'As harpers,'"-- her voice drops an octave and gains an eloquent style as she sits up straighter-- "'we must write simple songs even the most simple-minded of cotholders can understand.' Bah." She frowns and sighs deeply. "I have respect for that man at Igen, then, not being afraid to share his talents with others-- and people understood what he was trying to say, if they bought his art."
Debajirin grimaces, shaking his head. "As Harpers, maybe the songs ought to be simple, but as composers, I mean, the intricate is often quite delightful. To listen to. And that's part of music, sorta... People are in awe when they hear someone experienced play because they can't do the same on an instrument. It enhances the experience, to speak from the perspective of an audience. Or at least, part of the audience." He shrugs, tossing in the last of the wherry and reaching for a flask from his bag. This is uncapped, and he pours some water over the ingredients in his pon. A small folding stand, made of metal and forming some sort of grate, is produced from, of course, the bag, and he sets this over the fire, then rests his pon on it. "And now we wait for it to heat up. I like to have it sitting awhile before I add the spices." But now back to the conversation! "See, I'm not that bad. There are some, like I said before, of my drawings I don't show anyone... But generally, I'll at least show them to the people around me. The reactions are kinda fun to watch. And half the time they don't get it, so I haven't lost anything."
Kristiana nods slowly as she leans back against the rock behind her, sighing softly. "I wanted to do things for concerts, and they insisted I should be able to do it all... and I couldn't..." She shrugs and scratches her forehead. "Ah well," she continues, chuckling, "I still get to play, and that's what's important, and maybe someday, even before an audience, so others can enjoy-- hopefully-- the talents I supposedly have." Grinning, she shrugs again. "Don't get me wrong. I know I have talent. I just don't know if it's talent others like." She quietens as he starts to add things to the meat, leaning over to watch him work. "Makes the meat more tender when it sits, right?" she murmurs, glancing up with a raised eyebrow of curiosity. "Well, that makes since," she replies, resting back against the rock once more. "There are some that should be kept private... I liked seeing that one you did of me. It was nice." A soft chuckle accompanies a shrug. "I think you do quite well."
Debajirin pokes at the meat in the pon with his knife, stirring a bit, and sniffing at the stew-in-the-making, all the while, of course, keeping an ear open for her words. "Well, everyone has talent, and not everyone can agree on what talent is. Part of what makes life interesting, I guess... Ya, and tender meat is important. Of course, you don't want to leave it in too long. It'll either boil over or turn all mushy, especially if you have some acidic kinda fruit in there. Which, I don't think, we do at the time... Alright, time to start adding spices." He pulls the first sachet of spice, sprinkling something crushed and brown into the mix, and then something green, and then something red, face taking on something of that colour as she mentions the sketch of her, and a little too much red stuff is added to the stew. "Hope you don't mind spice... This one'll be spicier than normal... And I guess it worked alright... It depends on the mood, though, y'know? Like, my favourite one, I have a copy of it with me, I did of a little girl. I think it's my best. Well, the original was... I almost kept it, but in the end felt bad, gave it to her mother. Now there's a story..." His face goes somewhat solemn for a moment, and he goes back to sniffing at his stew. "But, ya, mood is a lot."
Kristiana turns her gaze toward the meat, smelling the savor and smiling. "Should be nice," she mumbles as she looks up to listen to his words. "Ah, it'd be sad to see all your hard work go to waste, and... no... I didn't see any fruits, unless someone dropped them in when we weren't looking." She raises an eyebrow at all the spices. "You seem to know what you're doing. I'm eager to try this concoction of yours," she tells him with a grin as she props her elbows behind her on the rock. "Oh, no, spices are just fine." She nods along with his words. "Too bad you couldn't do another one, but art is hard to repeat. No matter how hard someone tries, whether it be a painting or a tapestry, art can never be repeated." She shrugs slightly. "That's what makes it interesting, to me... the individuality of each person."
Debajirin nods, poking at the fire with a log before adding it. "Well, yeah... She was sick, this girl. Her family had actually given me a place to stay during one of my longer, re-establishment with society stops... I drew her on at least four different occasions. See, the last, I made her how she'd look if she'd been healthy. Y'know, add some flesh and glow to the cheeks, a little more sparkle to the eyes... Oh, I loved that one. Her mother wanted it, I refused at first. Left it with her before leaving though." He frowns, entranced, seemingly, by the movements of the flames as they lick at the bottom of his pon. "And a messenger caught up with me when I'd left..." Here he moves for the bag of wonders, withdrawing a little doll, small enough to fit in the palm of his hand, with bright blue yarn for hair. "Gave me this. A gift from the girl, apparently. Connections, y'know." He holds out the child's toy to Kristiana, eyeing the pot and snuffling. "It should be about done. Wanna get the bowls?"
Kristiana listens intently, blue eyes wide as she nods. "That sounds... quite interesting, and sad of course," she nearly whispers. "You must have quite an imagination, Deba. I'm sure her mother was very thankful that you left it behind. You wouldn't gain as much as she probably did by having it, no matter how lovely it was." She glances toward the stew for a moment, sniffing the steam lightly before looking with a smile toward the doll. "Well, you have something, then," she replies, only touching it lightly but not taking it. "Oh, of course!" She jumps up and grabs her bag, taking out several bowls, holding each in her hands and near the pon.
Debajirin places the doll carefully back in a smaller pocket of his bag of everything, and then takes the pon from the fire, pouring carefully into two bowls from a dent in the thing, which works rather nicely as a spout. "I have quite an imagination, I'm sure. You need to do something when you're just riding along a road. But, by all means, tell me some of your stories, before I go pouring my heart out." He beams, smoothing some sand and laying the cloth in which the vegetables had been wrapped down as a table near Kristiana's rock, and then scooting over to sit more beside her. So the table could be shared, of course. "Anyway, this is my stew... Taa daa?"
Kristiana looks toward the doll once more with a smile, before holding the bowls closer to the pon. Wouldn't want to spill any. "Makes sense," she replies as she glances up at him. "Tell some of my stories? I've lead a rather... plain life, I guess you would say." She shrugs and chuckles. "Simple hold girl become harper become bartendress. It's only lately that I've gotten to really experience things." She peers down at the stew, wrinkling her nose. "You sure you want me to eat this?" She asks with a raised eyebrow before grinning and wave her hand. "Just kidding... It looks delicious." She slides back to the rock-table and takes a slow bite. "Hot," she whispers, waving her hand in front of her mouth. "Still hot, but very tasty."
Debajirin tilts his head, sure he wants her to- oh, right kidding. He grins, and then reaches to poke a piece of meat with his fork. This is placed in his mouth, and he chews rather carefully around the hot wherry, swallowing and blinking. "Spicier than I'd though it'd be. I guess I sorta overdid it. Not that it takes away from it, in my opinion, just sort of drowns out some of the other seasoning. But oh well, trial and error, I guess... It'd be good for in the winter." And he squewers some of the root, chewing on that thoughtfully a moment. "Well, come on then... You've got to have at least some stories. About your family, childhood? Adventures as a harper? Adventures as the bartendress, which I'm sure there have to be at least a few. Even if you don't find them interesting, I might?" he prompts.
Kristiana shakes her head, waving her fork in the air for a moment, chuckling, as she finishes her current bite. "Not too spicy. It's fine. Oh! Be right back." She quirks an eyebrow at him before darting to her bag, grabbing out a bottle of wine and some glasses. "Hopefully the pub won't miss this. It's not like Trouff doesn't drink a gallon of it a day without paying, anyway. Care for a glass?" She carefully pours and holds one out to him before sliding back into her space at the 'table'. "And definitely, it would be good for the winter. Nothing better than fire and hot stew in cold times..." Another bite is consumed before chuckling softly. "Um... Well, I did teach the children in my hold for a time? We were far enough out of the way that the harpers didn't really know until they'd realized the journeyman they sent... went off course, I suppose you'd say. Hmm... I'm told I'm a 'goody two shoes' because I've never gotten into silly little adventures. I'd never even had wine until I came here." She blushes slightly at that before taking a drink of the red liquid. "And now I have to say I quite like it... Hmm... I have one sister. And parents, of course. Most people have a few of those laying around. I'm not really sure..." She grins and shrugs, not accustomed to talking about her life like this.
Debajirin takes the glass, inclining his head in thanks with a grin. "A gallon a day? That poor man's liver..." he comments before taking his testing sip. "Oh, it's quite nice..." The wine is held rather than set on the 'table' as he doesn't trust that not to spill, and one can never waste good alcohol. "Well, there's plenty of time for silly little adventures. And we need people who don't have too many of those, or else I'm sure the world would fall apart. Well, maybe not fall apart, but it'd be a little more chaotic. Though, maybe, if we locked all those types of people in a room for a turn, it'd be an interesting experiment?" He beams, going for some of that leafy stuff now in his bowl. "A sister... I myself have three sisters. Two older, one younger. And parents, you'd hope everyone had some of those. You want to tell me about your sister and parents?"
Kristiana laughs and shakes her head, pushing some stray locks behind her ear. "I'm exaggerating, of course, but probably not by much." She nods slowly, taking another bite. "I figured it would go well with a stew," she replies with a grin and shrug. "I figure I'm still young. I still have time to do zany things... experience new things... regret things, even. That way I will have more stories to tell." She shrugs slightly, stirring her food around in the bowl before spearing a vegetable and dining on it. "Hmm..." She thinks for a moment, nodding and grinning about the parents, before continuing. "Ilana... Younger than me, by a few turns. We're a lot of like... both loved harpering. She was supposedly the shyer of the two of us, though. We mostly spent time with each other. We grew bored with the other, fickle holder kids. Father wanted me to get handfasted, so I ran away, I guess you'd say. She didn't make it. Has two kids now... She's seventeen turns old, too."
Debajirin blinks, taking another sip of the wine. "And you don't want to be handfasted? Wow, two kids at seventeen... So how old would that make you then? In your twenties? Oh, right, not supposed to ask women about their age, silly me." He rolls his eyes, and half-smiles, shovelling in some more meat and greens as an excuse not to say anything. "And of course, there's always the rest of yer life to do things... New experiences, now those are fun... Something different, challenging..." Another forkful of the stew, and then he lifts the bowl to drink some of the broth out of habit, coughing as he remembers table manners (though, do those count if it's not a table?) and wiping his mouth apologetically... With the back of his hand.
"Halfway to twenty, aye," Kristiana replies after a minute of thought. She chuckles softly, adding a "Women should be proud of their turns" before shrugging and looking down at her bowl as she stirs the food around. "At that time, no, I didn't. I felt too young. I wanted too much. And, there, at the hold, I knew what it meant-- cooking, cleaning, caring-- and I figured if I had a trade, at least I'd have something /else/ for /me/ if I did handfast. It might sound selfish, but it's what I wanted." She grins at him and nods. "Exactly." Taking a moment from conversation, she takes a few more bites and sips before replying. "I've enjoyed watching my life take twists I'd never hoped for or expected, honestly." She waves her hand at him at his actions, and, worrying about his embarrasment, awkwardly lifts her bowl to do the same. "Hmm... pretty good..." she murmurs after wiping her mouth.
"It's not selfish to want something for yourself... And cooking and cleaning seem hardly enjoyable. Except this type of cooking," he ends, pointing at the dying fire and considering another log. But embers are nice too. "Caring, well... Let's hope, if your 'fasted to the guy." And Debajirin positively beams at her drinking from the bowl as well. "It's better that way. Can't always drink from the pon, got a nasty burn from doing that. The thing heats up on the fire. But if you have a bowl..." Grin. "No, you're right... New directions in life, unexpected directions, can be interesting. Like, my mother... She wanted me to get in a craft, get money, help support the family... And I wanted to roam all over and scrape my knees on things... Although I think now she enjoys the twists in my life more than I do. Come to think of it, I should write her, now that I can be easily reached for a while."
Kristiana glances toward the fire with a grin, nodding. "Aye, much better than having to rush to get dinner on the hearth before your husband gets in from the fields, as three brats are clinging to your legs..." She chuckles softly and nods. "And you can't waste the juices that have been tended to and simmered so carefully," she replies as she sets her bowl upon the rock, grabbing for her glass again to take another drink. She props her elbow upon the table, leaning against her hand as she nods and listens. "I'm glad you, as I did, chose what you wanted. I hate to see people settle-- and I don't mean settling down, I mean just settling for what others want. And of course you should write your mother! You don't want her to be worried, do you?"
Debajirin says, "I wouldn't do something I don't want to do... It makes no sense, you only get to do it once..." The rest of the broth is finished, and his empty bowl is set on the table, the wine in hand sipped a few more times. "People need to be happy in what they're doing, I agree with you." He pokes at the fire with a stick, turning some logs over so that the unburnt side could be exposed to the dying flames. Stick is tossed aside, and he turns back to her. "And my mother doesn't worry about me that much... There is generally contact, and it's only if she hasn't heard from me in, oh, three, four months, that she gets nervous." Perhaps not the stereotypical mother. "So, if you don't mind my asking- and if you do, feel free to ignore me or tell me or whatever- do you ever want kids? You mentioned three brats as if it were a bad thing."
Kristiana nods slowly as she twists her glass in her fingers. "It'd just be a silly waste of time," she mumbles before looking toward the fire. "Should we add more wood?" she asks before turning back to him, listening. "Interesting life and relationship," she replies with a chuckle, "but I suppose that, with a son constantly moving from place to place, a woman would get used to that." She leans back against the rock-prop once again, elbows on the surface behind her as she thinks. "Oh, sure... of course... It's kind of odd to think of me having kids, as I've gone for several turns having the No Relationship rule pounded into my head, but yeah, it wouldn't conflict with my life now, so it would be fine."
Debajirin sighs, rolling his eyes (eye?) at the memory. "Right, you were in a craft... No Relationships. You poor inexperienced appies... So, from what you say, I'd assume you were one who never tried to sneak in a few of those here and there? Y'know, between classes, running off with some young man as I've known so many people to do?" He shakes his head. "The psychological damage that could do to people. Imagine, no social skills!" He's joking, of course. Him, the bowl drinker. "Or where you good in every way but that?" He eyes her a moment, raising an eyebrow philosophically. "I can see you. Good little Apprentice on the outside, rebelling at every turn on the inside?"
Kristiana laughs and nods. "So, since I've been fifteen turns old, I've not had a relationship, not had alcohol, and have generally been a very good girl," she responds with a snicker and wink, "or...since I've been born. Yeah... I guess not. I mean, I did run off once, but that was with my friend Zazina, and not with a guy." She shrugs slightly and grins. "Nooo... I was never the one sneaking off to the instrument closet, even if I ever thought about it." She laughs. "I wish I were! Then I'd have amusing stories to tell!" Hopefully not along the lines of the whole one time at band camp thing... Sorry... Bad joke... Should never refer to American Pie in RP....
Debajirin laughs, shaking his head. "You poor poor individual. Following rules, I feel sorry for you. Or have a newfound respect for you... I'm not quite sure which. No, I don't like rules. Rules are bad. They're so limiting." And even if they aren't, that's the way he sees it, and will most likely always see it. "See, I like to think I'm somewhat moral. Just I don't like /other people's/ rules. There, that's probably about it. I would have been so terrible in a craft. Probably get myself demoted to a minus-probationary-apprentice or something." He grins madly at that thought, liking it very much, and drinking more wine.
Kristiana laughs and shrugs. "I should have rebelled, I think. Aye..." She pauses to refill her glass before gesturing to his with the bottle. "I think I shall rebel from now on. Except I have no rules now, besides going to work, which I enjoy, so there's not much to rebel against." She grins at him, shaking her head. "Of course you think that. You've been independent for so long. But you have to follow Feln's rules now, right? That could be scary." Laughing and taking a sip (at the same time. talent), she shakes her head (even more talent), "And then you could have broken the rules further, because where else would you go but out of the craft?"
Debajirin nods ecstatically to his glass, very keen on a refill. "Ah, rebelling... That's really such a lovely word. And something I should start practicing again, poor Feln. I'm gonna get myself thrown into the sea, I'm sure of it." He pauses for wine, and then a somewhat evil light comes to his face. "Oh, we should go to Feln's boat, and take the kegs... Imagine! How could he fish without his alcohol?" Oh, he's liking this, he's liking this a whole lot. "We could steal 'em, roll 'em into the pub or something. Cause you can't waste it. Even if it's not the greatest stuff in the world..."
The wine seeps into his glass as Kristiana looks up at him with a giggle. "It sounds like a nice idea. I've never tried it myself, as you know, but stories have made me quite interested in the theory... And what have you done or will you do to earn getting thrown overboard? Dipping into the kegs a bit too much?" She grins at his idea, considering her prior comment, and snickers. "Do you think he would know it was us? But... if he comes in the pub he'll see it. Wouldn't he be mad? We probably shouldn't..." Hurry, Debajirin. Her goody-two-shoesness is kicking in!
Debajirin holds up his index finger for silence, actually putting it on her lips so as to make it rather hard to talk. "No, no. He wouldn't get mad, not if you were there, from what I hear... And besides, how could he tell the difference? Maybe they're your kegs, and his are floating to Ista?" An evil little grin appears on his face, and he leans in somewhat, as for a more conspiring atmosphere. "And besides, who'll know if we drink 'em? I mean, we could bring Trouff in on it... And some of the other fishermen probably wouldn't mind, and wouldn't tell Feln where his precious booze had gone..."
Kristiana quietens with a stifled giggle, crossing her eyes and grinning. "True... He rather likes me." She grimaces and hmms, her eyes regaining normal form, and she nods. "You're making sense..." Probably because of the wine. Or his proximity. "I say we do it! Do you think they're too heavy for us to carry? Where is his ship?" She hmms again, closing her eyes and thinking for a moment. "I'm sure they'd be quite amused... See, I never would've had thoughts like this before." She still managed to talk. She's good that way.
"I don't often make sense, but I have my moments," Debajirin admits, withdrawing his hand from her face. "See, this comes from practice though. I had fun when I was younger. I don't know, they might be a bit... But we could roll 'em if we could untie them... And that oughta be easy. Well, one could hope. True that getting them up into the pub could be difficult, but maybe there're some caves or something? We could put them in there..." His mind churning over new and diabolical ideas, he's getting somewhat excited. "And congratulations on thinking this way, it's a skill everyone should master. Alright, we'd need to find out when he's not on his beloved boat though...And since the kegs are there, that's sorta a rare occasion..."
Kristiana snickers slightly and nods. "We could always try, and if he approaches, we could find some way to dissuade him from... killing us or doing whatever it is Felns do to people they're upset with." She nods slowly, biting her bottom lip. "There is the hill along the path, but I'm sure we could find someplace..." She looks quickly at him, raising an eyebrow. "Thinking this way? It's your idea... And maybe... Hmm... I have no clue. I don't know him well enough. When he's asleep?"
Debajirin gives a low chuckle, rubbing his hands together in anticipation. "Yes, when he's asleep... When is he asleep? We would probably have to wait up pretty late... And we should definitely find a place before we carry out our 'mission'... And you need to credit yourself with some of the idea. So, I think we should do it," he finally decides with a sharp nod. "Seal the deal?" And pray she doesn't do that hand spitting thing like the headwoman.
Kristiana grins and nods, chuckling softly. "I don't know when he sleeps," she replies with a shake of her head, "I've never slept with him.... I mean, in the same... boat... as hi-- You'd know better than I would." Slightly red, yes, she continues. "All right, I accept some of the blame and credit. Meanwhile we hunt for caves or what have you." Nah, she's too much of a frilly girl for that. Nodding shortly, she extends her pinky. "All right. Seal the Deal. Pinky swear."
Debajirin stares at her as she stumbles, and then bursts into laughter, quieting himself as quickly as he can. "I'd certainly hope you haven't..." is noted, and he moves on. "No, I don't like sleeping on the boats really, but I'm sure I could pick the brains of those who would know his habits. But yes, hunting for caves is good. Important. And always enjoyable. You can do so much in caves..." Blink. "Anyway..." He eyes the extended pinky. Hasn't done this since he was, what, eight? Ah well, his pinky hooks with hers and he inclines his head, near laughter again.
Kristiana grins and meeps slightly, looking downward as she giggles. "Well, you know, he is so sexy..." she replies with wink before shuddering. She hmms and nods softly. "Yeah, ask someone who knows him yet wouldn't rattle like a wherry," she responds before taking a swig of wine. "I'll see what I can find on my time off. It'd be sad to just throw it overboard or something. It'd be a waste, even if it is bad beer." She raises an eyebrow, lips curving upwards into a grin before she shakes his pinky. "I believe we have a deal. I'm going to be bad. This is neat."
Debajirin nods, again, and again, in perfect agreement with her about all whatever it is she's saying. And at the end, he puffs out his chest a little. "See, I feel I've accomplished something with that. You being bad, I mean. Oh, this'll be so fun though, can you imagine it?" And he shifts to sit directly beside her, bringing an arm around her shoulders and pointing dramatically towards... something. "Partners in crime. Several kegs of alcohol gone missing, no one knows where. And to do it to Feln... We'd be famous!"
Kristiana laughs and raises an eyebrow. "See, but this keg stealing is only a start. I might get addicted to it, and then you'll never see the end of my pranking," she tells him with a wink. More wine is consumed, and the bartender aahs and nods, looking toward his... whatever he's gesturing to. "Ah! Well, not really," she spills in a rapid, slurred voice, "'cause if we're famous then Feln will find out and pound us, so we have to go to the cave and drink it all and do whatever it is you do in caves... Play cards or whatever."
Debajirin grins and nods, laughing somewhat. "I can see it now: Kristi the unstoppable, they'll call you, and they'll have the watchriders keeping an eye for you, and everywhere you go, people will be afraid... Oh, I guess that's true. Can't get a rep too soon... But yes, you can drink in caves. And I sleep in them. I have this bedroll type thing, y'know, sleeping back and some mat filled with something or other, it's really quite comfortable. Come to think of it, I haven't slept in a bed for... I can't even remember how long. Or we could play cards, and /then/ sleep. Maybe we should steal Feln's cards too?"
Kristiana nods, eyes wide and honest. "Really, and you can say you knew me when I was oh-so-sweet and innocent." She beams before awkwardly and carefully setting her glass on the rock. Of course, it topples over. Good thing she didn't bring glass glasses. "Sleeping in a cave? Aren't there tunnelsnakes? Sounds quite interesting... except for the tunnelsnakes." She laughs and nods quickly. "Of course! We'll drink, play cards, and sleep. And you have to play drinking games. Some of the appies in the dorms told me about drinking games one night."
"Oh, yes, drinking games are good... Of course, two person drinking games, that'd be interesting..." Debajirin blinks, suddenly remember he's still got an arm 'round her, and takes that off, staring at the embers of what was their fire for a moment before overcoming any awkwardness and going right along with the dialogue. "Oh, and the tunnelsnakes aren't bad... And they generally leave you alone, and aren't all that terrible if they don't. And 'sides, /I'll/ protect you!" His voice crescendos at this last bit, and he goes into another little laughing fit. Alright... "Ah, Kristianana... Or, Ana... Sorry, too many syllables." Wine, hee. "The reformed. No longer sweet and innocent is she, the Krist... The you!"
Kristiana grins and nods, though she really has little idea. Or else she does and is just playing naive. No telling. She fidgets slightly with his removal of arm, stacking their bowls and setting them aside. "Really? They're not bad? That would be fine then.... I'll take your word for it... And shoo any of the tunnelsnakes that come near me toward you." She giggles slightly and grins at his claims to protect. "Sounds like another deal," she replies before yawning and laughing. "S'why I call you Deba. S'much easier..." She stretches slightly. "Let's clean up and get back, you think? It's getting late...Gotta work tomorrow..."
