Nverath galumphs in from the Northeastern Bowl.
Kristiana hath landed, in one of the areas of the bowl, smiling and nodding to the chatting greenrider, nearly impatiently. Won't the woman ever shut up? Bartendress only smiles and nods, offering occasional remarks, till the rider finally waves and exits in search of liquor. Which is odd, because that's what Kristiana is paying her with... Gotta love alchies. Anyway, rambling over, the visitor looks around the bowl, biting the insides of her cheeks as that always-there humming seeps from her throat. It doesn't take long to spot Nverath among the... two... dragons there, and she smiles and waves toward the bronze, offering one to the rider, because she's nice that way. "Hello!" she calls as she trods over. "How're you both?"
D'baji and Nverath are both looking particularly satisfied. D'baji's got that glow about his cheeks, that tell-tale glow of 'I've just gone betweening with my dragon,' and Nverath's got that glow about his hide, that tell-tale glow of 'I've just eaten three herdbeasts.' Upon hearing her humming, the bronze interjects a few bass notes of his own, changing direction, and forcing Baji to change as well, or be squished, so that the pair of them might head her way. "Heya! We're good, how're you?" is returned by a freshly clued-in D'baji, while, upon opening his own bronze maw to give a sort of greeting, Nverath burps. Which sends his rider into a fit of giggles. But y'know, guys and their body functions...
Kristiana grins toward Nverath, nearly a beam, as she throws in a few, last, whistling notes. "Wonderful, Nev, wonderful," she commends as she bows her head to the dragon. "You two appear in a good mood today, and I'm fine as well. I got a day off." That doesn't happen often, so needless to say, she's euphorically happy. She wrinkles her nose and giggles at Nverath. "Ew. That was... smelly." After waving a hand in front of her face, she bounces on her heels, grinning and shrugging. "So whatcha up to? Classes and other weyrling fun?"
That Noble Bronze is rather proud of himself, and her praise, on his bass line, and until that unfortunate little belching incident, he's practically beaming himself. Which isn't hard to do, as his already somewhat luminscent hide is fueled by those herdbeasts everyone can smell now. And at the burp, he looks rather properly repentent, even extending a wing and ducking his head under it. "He says he's sorry. He didn't expect that. And he only meant to say hello," D'baji offers for his poor embarrassed lifemate. "Of course. All sorts. But after this morning's run, we took a quick trip down the Igen Weyr... I've not gone to the hold yet, cause that will involve having loads of time, like, days, and really, I bet ya my mom's still crying over it. But the Weyr, it was sorta great to be back. And then we came back and oiled, because Nverath was feeling particularly dry, and ate some, and we were gonna go for a walk. Claim it's excersize, they can't say anything against it. And y'kknow, dragon and rider time is a rather important aspect of the life. In my opinion, at least. You've got a day off. That's outstanding. Come live with us for a day."
Kristiana attempts not to grin, keeping it as a smile upon the bronze. "Quite all right, Nverath, quite all right. Happens to the best of us, I'm sure. Hello to you, too." She raises an eyebrow at D'baji, grinning. "You got to go home? Wow. I bet that was nice... But you didn't see your family? And why's your mom crying?" She furrows her forehead and stops her questions. "I'm sure they'd be happy to see you when you get the chance." Her eyes widen. "It sounds like you've had quite a busy day! Going to wear your lifemate down, you are." She winks before nodding. "Of course. Much better idea than sitting around SeaCliffs and watching fishermen stumble."
Nverath peeks out from under his wing, immediately well pleased, and fanning his wings, somewhat in her direction, to prove it. D'baji shoots an annoyed look at Nverath, and then, obedient as he is, goes to translate for the bronze, voice taking on his 'quoting Nverath' tone, with a nice light tenor, bordering on song to say: "He thanks you for forgiving such an embarrassing error... And promises that such a thing would never- sorry, /never/ be done on purpose, and certainly wasn't. And that..." And here he peeks at the bronze and shakes his head. "I'm not saying /that/." Ahem as the two break their gaze, D'baji to smile wanly at Kristi, and Nverath to fold his wings back down."Yes, we went home. He's not sure what to think of the lack of moisture. But he got to see some old friends I'd had at the Weyr, and they were all well impressed with him." And then a sympathetic nod. "Yeah... No fun watching the fishermen unless you've got a friend to watch with who isn't a fisherman. And almost everyone there is a fisherman."
Kristiana giggles at the wing ruffling before looking toward D'baji to hear the 'translation;, occasionally turning to nod at Nverath. "Of course, Nverath, and... what? Don't /tease/ me..." She looks curious, of course, but is agreeable to let it pass. "Oh, I could imagine," she comments about the dryness of Igen as she wrinkles her nose. "Let me guess-- he kept asking you where the beach was." She winks before nodding. "I'm sure it's even odder for them, hmm? To see you with Nverath? Though... now.. I can't imagine you /without/ Nverath." She grins, shaking her head, before continuing. "Right... so someone's there to laugh at them with."
"Oh, he wasn't teasing. Nverath hardly ever teases... I dunno if he even can. He's perfectly serious, I'm just not gonna say everything he wants me to say, cause occasionally I've got to think about the audience too. Mainly me, but..." Bronzerider ends that thought with a shrug, and then nods, and then shakes his head. It's a whole series of head motions, really. "Nah, not so much... He kept on asking where there was water, but not a beach. He just kept getting thirsty. The poor Weyr, having to deal with him," is added in a teasing little voice, during which D'baji bats his eyelids at the bronze one. "Yeah. Exactly. So, seein' as there aren't any fishermen types, and we'd best get on with our routine... You want to come with us into the forest? Well, as best we can with one his size."
"No, /you/ were," Kristiana replies with a grin and wink, "by starting to tell me and then not." She shrugs then, nodding and chuckling. "Quite understandable. Quite understandable. You should hear the things Dammitall here says about you... Whooeee." He says a lot of chirpchirpcheepcrooon. Really embarrassing stuff. She laughs lightly. "Next time, bring a /huge/ flask of water with you for him. I'm sure he'd be grateful for it forever. And... forest? Sure. I'd love to see the forest."
D'baji frowns, giving a little "Oh," and rubbing at his chin. "Well, I wasn't, there are just things that you can't say on behalf of someone else. Is all." And he just blinks at her as far as Dammitall is concerned. "Yeah, well... I'm sure he's terribly evil in his own little way. He and Kempf should get together." Dammitall! *sorry* "We might. And yes, the forest. Now, there are two ways to get there. We could walk," and he makes little fingers walking right along, arm going all the way out. "Or we could fly. Of course, /we/ couldn't fly, but Nverath could fly us... Although, the passenger straps aren't there for now, but that could be dealt with, I'm sure... So long as the Weyrlingmasters don't find out."
"Is Kempf the one that camps out in the pub?" Kristiana questions, getting confused between all his little beasties. "'Cause I think he might be the one helping my flits cause havoc-- upsetting the drunks and all." Providing entertainment and such... "Aw, I couldn't fly? Well, shells... Do you think it'd be dangerous to go without those straps? I guess.. I mean, I don't mind flying, but I don't wanna fall off, but walking is fine too, though you've been doing a lot today so might be tired..."
D'baji nods. "That's him. The evil blue guy? Yeah, he's the one who doesn't care towards me, and then goes and creates chaos everywhere else. Y'know, sit in the pub until a green goes proddy, then goes and flies her, with total disregard for any morals..." Damn firelizards. "It wouldn't be bad. You'd have the straps, of course, I could give you my belt, hold my pants up," he's joking here, really he is, "and I could just sit on Nverath. Despit all the lectures we've had, I trust him totally and know him totally in flight, and it's only a short ways, I'm sure. And we aren't tired, this is just the beginning. It's amazing how much stuff you can do. And Nverath says he's good, and he wouldn't lie about that, especially if he's talking about transporting you..." And now hands come to rest on the buckle of that belt he's had to wear for so terribly long. "So if you're up for it, I'd say that's certainly the way to go."
Kristiana snickers slightly as she shakes her head. "Yeah, that nasty, nasty firelizard..." She shakes her head again before raising an eyebrow, biting her lip to keep from commenting. "Yeah, but are you sure, because he does all that swervy, curvy stuff..." She nods slowly, shrugging and smiling. "I'm up for it."
"Oh, very sure," D'baji affirms with a brisk nod of his head, busying himself with getting that belt off. "And he won't doo so much of that if everyone onboard's not all strapped in like they're supposed to be. I'll just cling to a neckridge for takeoff, and he's wonderful at landings. Ah!" And the belt's off, and he extends it to her with a slight lift of his brow while Nverath, who's been quietly listening the whole time, as he does, crouches down, offering a foreleg.
D'baji vaults to a seat amidst foamy neckridges with the help of an extended liquid-golden forearm.
You vault to a seat amidst foamy neckridges with the help of an extended liquid-golden forearm.
Forest Trail
A shaded trail meanders through the tropical forest. Wind rustles the leaves of the trees above, casting sun-dapples around the forest floor. You hear the occasional cry of wild firelizards, echoing through the trees. The area is thickly forested with many palm trees.
"That was safer than I expected, but... I just... you were held in by a /belt/. On the way back we'll have to do something else." Kristiana looks about her, smiling. "This is nice, and it's good to have a change of view. Does he like it here?" She gestures to Nverath. Player taps dead brain.
"It's not /just/ a belt, Kristi... It's some of the best leather of the Weyr. And the straps are double-layered, turst me," he notes, giving Nverath a quick little brush with the back of his hand in thanks for the ride, while the bronze turns around to peek at the bartendress. "And he says you've nothing to worry about. He says with you riding, you wouldn't even /need/ the belt, and that he'd fly extra-smoothly too." And that's a pretty big oath from Nverath. "Yeah, he likes it. He really likes the forest actually... He sees the weyrs, and this is where he's wanting to stay. Even if he can't get into the really dense trees." And here both rider and dragon inhale rather deeply, and let it out in a synchronized sigh. "So I take it you like it here alright, then?"
"The straps seem thick enough, but... you had a belt!" Kristiana stops her motherly habits for a moment to look up and smile at Nverath. "Thank you for that. Very kind of you. Maybe one day, when I get brave enough, I won't mind the way you really like to fly." She nods, looking back toward the rider, now directing her words toward him; perhaps it's a good thing she's getting in the habit of replying to Nverath's statements /to/ Nverath. Makes him seem like less of a firelizard. She pauses for a moment, smiling, as she listens. "Very quiet, yet not... with the wind. Relaxing. Aye, I like it."
D'baji finds himself sort of holding back a laugh. "Don't worry. It's fine. It's safe. Safer to ride Nverath than to... Walk, almost." Poor Kristiana. Aside from being rather amused by her worrying, he does try and sympathize. And Nverath is ever-accepting as Nverath can be, flipping his tail towards her playfully. "He says whenever you're ready," D'baji notes quickly, glaring at the bronze for having to be the translator. "Y'know, that's a perfect description," he nods for her words about the forest. "We like to wander just around the edge, where there are a few trees, y'know, so Nverath can sorta go in and out, and we can look at the deeper forest and that." Here a hand is held out for hers with a head tilted in invitation. "So, shall we?"
Kristiana grins sheepishly before chuckling. "Safer to ride him than to walk with him? Oh, that is saying a lot..." she replies, giggling at the tail. "Just let me get used to riding so big of a beast. The blues and greens that bring me here aren't the same, really." She does need to learn Nverath-speak. ;) She nods as she looks around. "I wish we had something like this around the hold. I mean, the beaches are nice, but you can't really /hide/ there, if you wanted to." With a smile and nod, she takes his hand. "Of course."
"Well, I wouldn't admit anything while he's right here," D'baji trails off, giving a grin to Nverath, and a hardly perceptible nod to Kristiana, eyes widening just a bit as well. But it should be common knowledge that, despite his lovely flight, the dragon is a bit of a clutz on the ground when he's not paying attention. "Well, yeah... He's still only about blue size, but the flying is somewhat different, cause he's still growing, and despite the fact that he flies well... His whole way of flying would suggest he's bigger than the browns." Nverath, the young bronze with delusions of grandeur? "You could hide, if you dug a big enough hole... Only thing is, chances are, you'd either be covered up or wouldn't be able to get out, or surrounded by kidlets who wanted to play in the hole too." Big grin for the mental image of Kristiana in a big hole in the sand, swarming with kidlets. "Right," he nods, giving just a light little tug at her hand while Nverath makes an effort of placing one foot carefully in front of the other, so that his walk is slowed somewhat, but he's not going to step on anyone.
Kristiana grins toward Nverath as she sizes him up. Shouldn't she be doing that to his rider instead? O.o Anywho, been there, done that, she smiles and nods in thought. "He should be close to adult size, right? How long does it take them to reach full size?" She giggles at his words about the hole, shaking her head and grinning. "It's bad enough a few think I am the bearer of sweetsticks, just because we had some in the pub one time. I could imagine being their.... beach buddy." She chuckles and shakes her head, turning to look back at Nverath to make sure he's following before walking along, whispering, "Think they'd find you if you ran away out here forever?"
"Close," D'baji nods, peeking over his shoulder as the dragon sways right along, taking extra care to even try step over the foliage on the ground. He likes this forest, he'd hate to ruin it. "He's probably fairly close... About... Oh, let's just say close enough. He's bigger than most of the blues by now, and he's growing at a tremendous rate. I don't know when exactly they're supposed to reach their full size... Maybe, two to four months from now? Just a guess." And the bronze stops dead in his tacks, lifting a foot and giving a little whuffle to find a flower of some sort crushed beneath it. "Good that the kids like you. Only thing is, do you like the kids, eh?" And here one hand passes out to bap at a rather tall variety of grass, and he grins for the way it waves after being hit. For her whisper, he peers at her, obviously amused. "It'd take them some time... Nverath might be a bit of a giveaway, but still, if we went deep enough, maybe climbed a tree... Why, you thinking of hiding here, away from your pub and those adoring fans? Fishermen and kidlet?"
Kristiana nods slowly as she turns barely and briefly to glance at the bronze. "He'll be... very big. I hope he never falls on me. And I wonder what that's like... I mean, we grow just a bit each turn until we reach... oh, eighteen turns? They grow by hands in two turns." She shakes her head. "Must be awkward for them." Free hand reaches out to grab a flower as they walk. "Hmm... I like kidlets, yeah, so long as they're well-behaved. I don't like the spoiled ones, but that's just because of how I was raised." She shrugs before chuckling. "You think they'd see him, honest?" she asks with a wink. "Oh, and of course. I'm surprise..." She looks up. "We don't see any perched up there right now." She laughs before shrugging. "Because I'd get to spend time with you? But of course, I'd have to return to the pub and mix for my adoring fans..."
D'baji nods, twisting once more to view his lifemate, who has bent to whuffle the little flower he's squashed as way of saying sorry, and then taking a few great big steps, squashing countless other plants which he doesn't notice, and coming up rather close behind the pair of bipeds before slowing once more. "Very big, yes... It seems almost wrong for him, how big he'd grow. This size is almost perfect. But at the same time, I'm sort of looking forward to having him full-sized too... I mean, just for that feeling, to ride a dragon that is so terribly huge, and y'kno... It /is/ a bit awe inspiring when you think about it. For me, at least." He shudders for her explanation, adding with a bit of a chuckle, "You must not like too many of the SeaCliffs kidlets, then. Well behaved and not spoiled? And I'm afraid they probably would see him... And maybe, once Nverath and I get a place of our own, we could make a little perch in one of these trees and you could stay there? And you don't /have/ to go back to the Pub, y'know. Maybe you could open a sort of pub here instead. It might work..."
Kristiana grins and nods as she thinks over this-- D'baji perched on a full-grown (aka huge) Nverath. "It will look admirable. I think that's a thing for us Pernese-- seeing a rider perched on a lifemate so huge, especially when he or she is prepared to go fight Thread. Makes one feel... proud, in a way." She looks around her. "Like all this here. I'm surprised there's this much foliage. Shows how well the Istans fight above the skies, hmm?" She laughs and shrugs. "If you set things straight with them, don't treat them like babies, many can behave themselves. But then there are those who are inherently evil. Can't do much for them." She looks up in the trees with a smile before shrugging. "Would they like a pub here? I figured you all would have one already.... Riders need pubs. It's just a fact."
D'baji nods, carefully picking his way around a few rocks. "Well, y'know, anything to keep the people's morale up, I guess. Because of course, I /always/ think of the people first." He snorts here, revelling, for the moment, in his selfishness. "Well, yeah, I guess... And also, maybe it being so close to the Weyr, the rock might protect it from Thread, depending which way the Thread falls, like, at what angle... And I'm sure there are tons of ground-crews and that. Like the forests that so many holders have and are wanting to maintain... For y'know, crops and that, you can't just get rid of 'em. You'd have a world without redfruit or something... And that would be horrible! What sort of juice would you use in your mixes?" He shudders. Not a good thing at all, a world without redfruit. "I'm sure they would. I don't /think/ they've a proper one. I mean, sure, you can probably get the liquor in the living caverns or whatever, but I doubt there's a proper bar and bartending team anywhere. And they'd love you for it, I'm sure. Maybe it could be a division of the SeaCliffs pub? Y'know, expand into the Weyr or something..."
Kristiana just raises an eyebrow and smirks as he comments over his selfishness. "Hey, you wanted the dragon, you might as well work for it, right?" she replies before nodding. "We never had ground crews back in the hold, but we were lucky enough that the wings flew overhead and seared the Thread before all the crops were destroyed. But perhaps that is true. Whatever the case, it's kept safe, and that's good to know." She laughs, nodding, eyes wide. "Aye, I would just quit my job if it weren't for redfruit juice. Forget the Benden! That stuff is too boring. Especially by itself" She grins over the idea of the pub extension, silent as she thinks, before shaking her head. "No, but the living caverns wouldn't be good. I've been in there. Too many people coming and going. It'd have to be someplace on its own." She shrugs.
D'baji rolls his eyes at her, and gives a shake of his head. "It's not so much work," he notes softly, peering over at Nverath, who is currently snuffling at a tree, like one might sniff a flower. Only it's a whole bigger deal. "Yes. Cause if it wasn't kept safe, there'd be nowhere to hide in this Weyr except the lower tunnels. And those are all dusty. And the tunnelsnakes, despite being great conversationalists, do tend to try and bite at times." As she goes quiet, he turns to look at her, finally grinning for her resulting speech. "Well... Not the caverns then, but that's just where they go now. Maybe you could get permission to use an empty weyr? It'd be sort of a rider-only pub, true, or those the riders bring up, but I'm sure you'd get plenty of business. So long as you don't ask L'nin, I'm sure there would be approval..."
Kristiana nods, hmming in thought. "Thread not much work... That's a new thought, but you know more about that then I've ever imagined." She looks up at Nverath with a grin before looking back at D'baji. "Right, and that would just be a pity, and... tunnelsnakes talk?" One eyebrow quirks upward. "Is that a dragonrider secret, or... have I just not learned the language?" She hmms and shrugs. "I suppose so. You think the headwoman would mind? I mean, it would take some marks for the weyr, having to get all the alcohol in, though I'm sure the tithes might help somewhat."
"Well, I've never actually technically flown the Thread properly. And I know it's a risk, but it seems well worth it, y'know?" D'baji gives as a desperate attempt to explain himself. "And they don't /really/ talk, but they make for great listeners, when they aren't gnawing on your toe or whatever. And I mean, really, unless someone follows you to the tunnels, who is there to talk to? Though maybe one day I could drag you down there with me. You can meet the 'snakes that haven't been hunted and killed and eaten or whatever, and y'know, then you sorta might understand it." Another bit of foliage is bapped, Nverath giving a quick rumble from behind them. "I don't know if she'd mind... So long as, maybe, some of the profit went back to the hold? And y'know, it would, all in all, achieve her major goal of gettin' us a little more 'together' wouldn't it? If she's still focused on that sort of idea." Nverath repeats himself, and D'baji gives a huff at him. "He says the trees are getting dense, we should head outwards a bit."
Kristiana nods slowly, smiling. "I would think so, too, yeah..." she replies before her eyes just get wider. "They're dangerous, you know," she informs him. Duh. "So... you go in dark tunnels and talk to tunnelsnakes? I guess that's... well, people do that with their canines and felines, so... And... um... sure. As long as I don't have to go near them." The bartendress nods again, because that's the movement for the day. "Of course. I wouldn't hog all the marks if they're putting them out for alcohol. Just a small percentage or what have you. And nothing gets people together better than a drink." Besides maybe flights, but that's a different story. With a nod, and a tug on his hand, she starts moving outwards.
D'baji shrugs, giving a little wave of his hand, as if to dismiss the subject. "Not too dangerous. You carry a stick. You go and sit in the dark. And you talk to 'em, and your voice keeps 'em at a distance, and occasionally they'll make some sort of noise in return. I mean, y'don't need to do that so much when there's a dragon whose mind is neatly entwined with yours, but still... And y'know we could protect you. If you have a stick too, well, two against a tunnelsnake ought to be no problem." He pauses to contemplate the joys of economics, nodding. "Maybe if you took just enough that, say, Trouff makes, for a salary? Cause he's the one who's sort of the 'head' of the Pub at SeaCliffs, isn't he? I mean, sure you probably won't have seventeen hundred kids to take care of, but still. And y'know, that's true. It could be, like, the pub motto... Who knows, might lead to an increase in weyrmating, just cause you'd have a place to go and drink with whoever you were interested in!" Alright, now he's getting out of hand. He'll just obediently follow after her hand tugging, while Nverath, in attempts to maneuver his bulk out of the trees, finds himself having to go in reverse a bit. A thing which he does not do well, obvious by the snapping of several branches and annoyed little gruntings of the bronze.
Kristiana is starting to worry about him now. Really, she is. But she smiles nonetheless, almost an amused grin as she turns a bit to look toward him. "And... what do you get out of it? The relief of having gotten things out? Or... just... for fun? And if they're mean to us, can we eat them?" She's not mocking. Promise. "Hmm..." she continues with a nod. "I suppose so. Iona is the 'head', but yeah, he's the one who sits on the couch and drinks wine but is supposedly 'in charge.'" She winks and shrugs, grinnning. "And right... And if I did, it'd be like, I wouldn't need any drudges. I'd just make all the Kristiana Juniors do the polishing and dishes." She giggles and shrugs. Spawn=Slave labor, y'know. "Right, so it'd be like... a single's bar. And if they fill out a form, you and I can even set them up with one another." She snickers and winks; they can't even set themselves up, more or less anyone else. She meeps as she looks up at the bronze. "You okay, Nev?"
D'baji shrugs, flipping some hair from his face as they vacate those dense trees that have decided to trouble his lifemate. "Well, it's good to get things out. And it's getting harder to do at the Weyr, y'know, just for the sake of talking. Especially when 'Ver's asleep. Cause Yuli's gone all odd now, and y'know. tunnelsnakes are good. And yes, if they're mean, we can eat them. Maybe sautee them or something?" He does enjoy the occasional bout of cooking. "Kristiana Juniors? Wonderful names you've thought of right there... You could have like, Kristiana 1, Kristiana 2, and the boy could be Kristi." And here he absolutely giggles. "Forms? Y'know, not many of 'em have trouble finding themselves someone, at least for a night or two... Although it would be an interesting thought. Maybe talk to a Mind Healer about personalities that mesh well..." And now even he looks back towards Nverath, who has himself somewhat turned around and, warbling a decidedly apologetic note to a sappling, crushes as he withdraws his lithe form from the tangle of trees. "He says he's just glad he's not as bulky as Aboleoth or Bralath, or he might have had to push a whole tree down. Which would be decidedly bad." And the bronze turns now to stick his snout at the sappling, and gives a mournful little croon.
"You mean you don't know anyone else, besides Nverath and Yuli? And I know what you mean... Trouff is generally busy with his kidlets, which leaves me talking to... me... or Iona, but she gives bad advice, so I don't talk to her much, though she is sweet underneath that headwoman exterior. So I just hang out on the beach. I've not tried talking to animals yet, though. Perhaps I should give the fish a try. I'll bet they could tell me some amusing stories about the fishermen." Sage nod and wink follows Kristiana's long line of rambling. "And why has she gotten all odd? Because of... the other day? I thought you were going to talk to her. And of course! We could have them with the fish I promised you a few turns ago but never made for you." She laughs and shakes her head. "I think the child would be tortured enough without a girl's name," she replies with a wink before grinning. "That would be interesting, if not just for amusement value," she asserts before nodding. "Don't worry, Nverath. See those seeds they're dropping? They'll grow little trees to make up for it."
D'baji shakes his head, and then pauses with a frown as to what that could imply. "It's not that I don't /know/ other people, really. It's just that I'm not really sure who all I'd talk to. Maybe Izz'y, but he's a rider and all, and doesn't do any of the Weyrling stuff, so I don't see him much. And Kita, but last time I tried this bluerider walked in and that didn't work at all. And I mean, then there's you, but what about when I wan't to talk to someone /about/ you, hmm? And Nverath sees things too close to my perspective, and cause of his little territorial ideas, won't get too involved in that either. He's odd with that, though. Maybe I should talk to the Senior Weyrwoman..." Musings end rather abruptly after that. "Don't listen to any stories the fish tell you of me, though. It's not true. If there are any fish who knew me who haven't been fished yet." Those poor aquatic creatures. "And I don't think Yuli's cause of the other day either... Well, it's Miyakath for one, I'd bet, and some other stuff too... I don't know, and I'm more than happy to leave it until she wants to talk, y'know?" And then he shrugs. "Well, if pronounced right, Kristi could be an almost guy name? Like, K/ris/ti, and almost fall of on the 'ti' part? It could work." And Nverath gives the plant a final whuffle before turning to peer at Kristiana. Well, if she says so, it must be true. So neck cranes toward Rukbat, he gives a little bugle, and follows along like a good little bronze.
"Right, but it won't be long before you're not a weyrling anymore either. You'll be one of those 'rider' types and can talk to whomever," Kristiana replies with a smile. "And right, I know what you mean. Just don't find people who fill your brain with the wrong ideals about what to do concerning me, because they'll just confuse you more, and I'll have to beat them up." She glances briefly up to Nverath. "But she's a rider, too, just like Izz, only Izz is Izz and not a weyrwoman so therefore easier to talk to..." But she's still not used to /him/ being a rider, and how long has he had his dragon? She laughs lightly. "Of course, those little lying buggers, those fish are. I'll make sure just to ask them about Feln and the others, and not ask for any advice from them." She nods slowly be fore asking, "Is her gold ill or soemthing? And right. No need to force her to talk... especially if it's something uncomfortable." She ponders the pronunciation for a moment before nodding. "I suppose that could work, yeah," she replies before gracing the bronze with a grin.
D'baji shudders for the thought. "I suppose, yes, I will be. And then I still won't be able to talk to whomever, just that there'll be more freedom, and it will, hopefully, be less awkward walking into people's weyrs. Poor Kita." He gives a quick little cough for that. "I won't have my brain filled. I know what I want to do. Don't know if it's a good idea or all, but chances are I'll end up doing it, cause Nverath thinks I ought to and in the end, he's all the council I really do need, isn't he? I mean, as far as council on problems I can't talk to you goes." Right, don't replace either of them now. "And she is, but she's different too. And y'know, if anything, it'll get a good little thing going, get some blood flowing, and I if she lets me go and talk at her, well, all is good?" Taa daa, even. "Yes. Ask about Feln, they've probably got loads on him. And no, her gold's fine. It's just change." He shrugs (another motion of the day) in the most definate manner he can, to attempt and close that topic before player has to angst too much. "Good. Then you ought to have no trouble naming your kids, if you get any. Kristiana 2, 3, 4, Kristi 2, 3, 4... Of course, that'd be quite a few kids if you had to use /all/ of those. You wanna stop? Nverath likes this place for basking, and seeing as we've got here by now. And he offers us his tail, for leaning against purposes." And the bronze gives a flip of his wings. Ah yes.
Kristiana raises an eyebrow, smirking and chuckling. "I've a feeling I don't want to ask..." she murmurs before just nodding along with his words. "Um... yeah... sure... Just do what the dragon says, and no one gets hurt." I just like that line. "He's like... your second conscious, so yeah..." She just nods, too, at the part of the talking to the weyrwoman; there are so many people she doesn't know that she just will smile and nod. Oh! Someone she knows. "I think everyone has loads on Feln. He's not exactly the most innocent or unknown person at SeaCliffs or anything." She just nods slowly at the part about Miyakath; it's not her business. All Kristiana knows is: 1) she's not sick and 2) she's not proddy, because golds are about a turn and a half or even two before that happens. So she just jumps to the next topic with laughter. "Four, eh, and all with the same name? And you make it sound as if I'm going to just... buy them off a trader or something. Do I have to explain to you how these things work, D'baji?" she asks in her most school-teachery voice before chuckling and winking. Say yes, and watch her get flustered. Whee! Good fun. She grins and nods. "Aye, it'd be nice to stop, especially if it's to lean against such a lovely tail."
"Yeah, you probably don't," he nods with a grin. "Nothing bad, of course, just, y'know, awkward situations occasionally. Getting underwear stuck on your foot and stuff." See, Kristi, you don't have to ask. D'baji'll just ramble off about it anyway. "Well, see, that's not exactly right. There's a rather not bad probability that someone'll get hurt. But y'know, you can hope not, and in the long run, it's supposed to be better. And I guess he sort of is that, yeah... Although I'd like to think I'm not quite so territorial in my thinking." And he'll just laugh for Feln. But he's used to laughing at Feln. "Well, of course you could probably do that. Plenty of traders who probably don't want /too/ many kids, eh? And yes, by all means, if you have a better way..." And here he stops, grinning with something of an evil tinge while Nverath settles to the ground, extending his tail in a semi-curl so that the other two might be comfortable in the loop. And D'baji gives a bit of a pull at her hand in invitation to sit down without actually having to let go, fears of hand cramping long gone.
Kristiana tries not to giggle, so she ends up snorting, and puts her hand over her mouth daintily and mumbles. "Sorry." Her eyes widen then, with concern, as she looks toward the dragon and then toward D'baji. "Well..." she replies softly. "Yeah , I'll /hope/ no one gets hurt, but I guess those things happen... And, well, you seem to be your own... seperate minds, but yet... one... by the way you tell me things." She laughs as her eyes widen. "Well, you need me to explain? Um... See, the mama avian flies from the papa avian..." She grins and shakes her head. "I'll just let you figure it out on your own, because I'm not one to tell you. Perhaps I could write a letter to your mother... 'Dear Madam D'baji-Mother, My name is Kristiana and I was wondering if you could do me a favor and write your son, explaining to him about human procreation. Thank you so much for your time.' Think I should do that?" she asks as she sits down beside him, leaning back against Nverath. "This is comfy..."
D'baji stares at her for a bit, and the shakes his head. "Don't apologize. It," and here comes the quoting Nverath voice, "makes up for the incident with herdbeast and gasses earlier." A sigh is heaved for the whole second topic, and he nods. "We can hope. And hope and hope and hope. But y'know, if you research a topic /too/ much it looses some of its risky allure." He gives a nod for her description of his and Nverath's bond. "That just about sums it up, yeah... It's really hard to explain. It's hard to get, and I'm right there in the middle of it." As she starts about her lesson, he nods, tilting his head towards her attentively, and absolutely listening, only to fall into a bit of a pout as she stops. "But you /said/ you'd tell me. Surely it can't be that bad, can it?" Face reddens as he's obviously holding his breath against a laugh after that. "I certainly would like to hear your instruction more. I mean, don't know why my mom'd think... Especially if she's read some of what I've written to my sisters, and then gets a letter from you of all people..." Mental images of his mother lumbering down from Igen to force-feed him contraceptives. Yech. "Nverath is the comfiest dragon of the Weyr, y'know. His tail, he can position it just /so/." Ah yes, D'baji and his ergonomically designed lifemate.
Kristiana laughs lightly before grinning again, shaking her head. "Yes, Nverath, I suppose it does, and you're definitely more brave than I am to want the risky parts of life, so I will leave those to you while I tackle the simple and mundane." She chuckles and nods. "It's like there are two D'baji's, but one is bigger." She winks. "Or perhaps there are two Nveraths, only one is smaller." She'll stop pondering that now and keep turning a bit redder, yes she will. "Well, honestly, I personally don't /know/ if it's that bad," she replies with a chuckle, "but I've heard it's quite nice, and it must be, for so many people to be here and all. We should give it a try sometime." She coughs and gladly rushes to the topic of Nverath and his comfiness. "Oh, yes, and such a comfortable hide. I wonder if I can buy a Nev from a trader..."
D'baji shrugs for the nth time. His player isn't in a good mood for motions today, though. And besides, it'll give him some really nice muscles if he keeps it up long enough. Maybe we should attach weights to his wrists... "It might be worth it though, that's always the trouble I have. I mean, what if something is so very worth sticking your neck out for... I have this problem with just letting an opportunity pass." And here he finds his gaze drifting towards Nverath. Big bronzen opportunities. "yes, a lot bigger. Or a lot smaller, as the case may be, like you said. Or maybe there's a really big huge D'baji, and a really wee little Nverath." Can you feel the philosophical probabilities (I know I've been using that word a lot, blame math)? "Don't you? Oh, right well-" and he turns delightfully red as well, a wicked grin placing itself on his face while she goes right onwards, and he proceeds to dwell on what she'd said and giggle occasionally. Nverath, however, has at least the decency to answer, giving a pleased little rumble which breaks into a quick little tune, while the tip of his tail gives a sort of a bow. "No," D'baji finally manages, "he says a trader wouldn't get a hold of him. And being sold would really go against his values, but he thanks you for your compliment, and says that as long as you're here and he's able, you can use his tail to lean against."
"I just think that... if one feels it's worth the problems it might cause, and feels that it might be regretted later if it wasn't done, then, yeah, it's worth it in the long run, despite how things might be at that moment or a little afterwards." Kristiana shrugs, too, because she's been watching D'baji's workout tape-- Sweatin' to the Sea Ballads. Her serious expression softens with a chuckle toward the pair. "So you're the forgetful one, and he's the one... I'm confused..." She shakes her head, reaching up a hand to pretend as if she will swat at him, though she has a grin upon her face as well. "Oh, of course, Nverath. I'm sure no traders, even if they combined all their marks, could afford you, and thanks for that offer." She's better at complimenting the dragon than she is the rider...
D'baji is rather proud of his workout tape, thank you very much. And he's rather glad to see that there are some people following his example. Pern could use some more burly and broad-shouldered people. "Yes. Now, one could always hope that the moment or a little afterwards will work out just as well, and it is at times almost more important that they work out better than the rest, because at least you could be buoyed by that while everything falls apart later... But I suppose that can work both ways." He squints a bit as he considers that, and then finally shrugs. "We remember for each other? It's so hard to tell who's the one with the capacity to do so. If that makes sense. And he's... He's the respectful one who believes everyone has the right to be there. And I'm the part that says well, alright, so long as they can prove it. And he's the one who has all the good advice. And I'm the part who gives all the good situations to get advice for, even if they aren't mine. And he's the one- It's a long time to explain, maybe I'll write you a letter, or something." Nverath's rather pleased with her trader references. As he knows Yulianna somewhat, he knows traders, and generally takes things such as this as a compliment. "I doubt anyone could afford him... I certainly couldn't." D'baji drawls right along, twisting to lean the side of his head agains the tail ever so briefly, and upon looking up, grinning almost challengingly towards the bartendress. "So. When we get our weyr, you want to come live with us, then?"
Kristiana meeps and bites her lip. "Yeah... when everything falls apart later." She pauses, almost whimpering, but in a joking way, as she furrows her forehead. "You're worrying me, D'baji," she mock-whines before grinning. "Honestly, you have to do whatever you--and your lifemate--feels is best and stuff." Like he wouldn't anyway. She listens at his rambling, nodding at each point over the difference between the lifemates. "When you write the letter, make it a list. You on one side, him on the other, so I don't get confused. I don't, y'know, wanna act one way toward one of you, and it's supposed to be the other I should be talking to. But I think you solidified my perception-- you are definitely the more confusing of the two." She laughs lightly at his saying he couldn't afford his lifemate, and then turns with a grin and blinkblink toward him. "Sure? Can I bring Grendel and Dammitall? They're house-trained. I dunno about weyr-trained, but I'm sure they could learn."
D'baji peeks almost sympathetically at her. She looks all meepish and stuff, y'know. "There there, be strong. Not everything always falls apart. Just lots." He offers a great big nod with his 'comforting' thoughts there. "I do. He does. He's more or less the decision maker though." How scary is that? What are we having for supper tonight, Nverath? Ahem. "But yeah, it's always for the collective good of us. Or, almost always. When it matters, at least. And I promise, yes, lists. It'll be all well-organized and everything. And you can talk to either of us. Both work, no matter what, the other hears it if he wants." Nverath's also blinkblinking at his rider, his head having lifted and turned. And the Spontaneous One (that's D'baji) beams at her. "Of coures. All your things you want to bring. Y'know I'm serious, right?" Because really, what a more fitting way to discuss such a thing than idly bringing it up and talking about flit weyr-training. "And that's alright, learnt all about the whole dunging thing during the early stages of Weyrlinghood..."
Kristiana snickers, chuckling and grinning, as she squeezes his hand. "You are a strange, strange man. But I suppose that's why you fit in at SeaCliffs so well. And.." She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. "I will try to be brave, Deba. For you." Winking, she then meeps again and looks up at the dragon, back at the rider, back to the dragon, and then, lastly, back to the rider. "Oh, that's frightening... No offense, Nverath, honest. Just... odd. People and dragons have different ideas.." And now she's done gone and insulted the bronze, and she does look quite guilty and apologetic about that. "Ooh.... Lists aer good fun, and I'll make sure to try and remember to read them, if you go through that much trouble." She pauses, looking at him with those still-wide blue-green eyes (that Yuli loved so much). "Are you, though? Well... okay... right, all my stuff. All my little bag and my harp and my firelizards. Are you sure we won't take up too much space? I can leave my cot behind, if so. I probably won't be needing it." She pauses, looking a bit flustered. "Because... you know... weyrs and... have beds and stuff..." She immediately moves to the next topic, because that's what she does so well, jump from topic to topic... and ramble. "Riiiight..." she replies with a nod. "Because it's more difficult to weyr-train a firelizard than, say, a canine, especially when you've firelizards like mine. I mean, what will you do?" Her voices raises in pitch to imitate the voice of one talking a dog into doing something. "Wanna go *between*, Gren? I bet you do wanna go *between* yes you do!" Voice returns to normal. "It's just not the same."
D'baji shrugs (and one and two and one and two and can ya feel the burn?) and offers a bit of a chuckle. "Well, I appreciate you trying, for sure," he says with a touch of seriousness, and then going from chuckle to all out laugh. "It's not /that/ scary, he's the one with the sensible head on his... Neck... And it'll take a whole lot more than that to offend him," he adds while the dragon gives a snort, either draconic laughter or draconic 'ah, these cute little humans their theories.' "And his ideas are far better than mine," is the final vote of confidence for the bronze. "Yes, I actually am," he manages, mastering those giggles long enough to actually get some proper conversation done. "It won't be too much space, not at all! I'm sure of it. Having seen a few weyrs close-up now... And yeah, you can leave the cot. I'll get you a proper bed hauled up, definately! I mean, I'd just beein thinking about a hammock and Nverath, but if you're actually willing to come- and you can think about it some if you feel the need, we won't be too rushed I'm sure- but yeah, we'll get a nice big one too! Well, not monstrous, but bigger than the average cot, for sure." Alright. He'll follow her on topics now. "Well, either way... I'm sure it'll work. Maybe Nverath can help in the training too... He's rather good with firelizards. Got Kempf alienated enough to live at the Pub now, y'know."
Kristiana grins toward him before looking up at the dragon. "So if I ever need advice, go to Nverath. Check. Except he'll have no idea what I'm saying, and I'll have no idea he's responding. So... scratch that idea." She grins broadly at him, probably adopting some of his enthusiasm, nodding. "Right. So I don't have to sleep on the floor. That'll be good to know... And hammocks are good.... I wonder how big of sizes hammocks come in..." She ponders this for a moment before continuing. "It'd have to be better than sleeping in the sharding dorms, no matter if it was even the stone ground to sleep on, because, well, SeaCliffs has like many people, and there it'd just be you and Nverath, so yeah... And sure! If he can alienate my firelizards, that's definitely a plus. But I mean... I won't mind. It'll be odd being away from SeaCliffs, but I've lived in... what... four places over the past eight turns? Ista, Harper, Grinstead, SeaCliffs... nothing compared to you, I know. So I'd get over that..." She stops her rambling, and not on her own accord, as that one damn blue flit flashes in from *between*, holding a note. "Ugh... Great. The other bartender is sick. /I/ get to go in tonight." She sighs as she pushes up to stand, one hand still holding onto his, so that makes it a bit difficult. "I should probably go find that overtalkative greenrider," she says, turning to him with another sigh. "I'll be back, though, of course."
"Oh, you'd be surprised how much Nverath can understand. And you figure out his whole gestures thingy easy enough if you're around him enough... And he's gotten good at putting tones on his warbles and that." But that's rambling. Let the bartendress talk too. "I dunno, it'd have to have some sort of frame so if it was too big it didn't swallow ya whole... I'll work on that, during my 'free' time-" the time he skips class or procrastinates bathing his dragon- "cause I've got some Weaver friends by now... And yeah, it'll be, hopefully, quieter..." He beams for her list, giving a shrug, cause really, it's the last pose, and D'baji's gotta shrug. "But I didn't technically live in any of those places, y'know, just stopped for a while. Well, except the one or two of reaffirming myself in society." Anywho. "No kiddin'. I bet he's faking it. Or maybe he ate some fish that was bad or something. Or got on Feln's bad side. Or good side." Both bring shudders, and as she stands, he gives her hand a quick squeeze before letting go (it's every so hard to let go) and waving with the same extension of his limb. "Of course... And, if you can't make it back, I'll try and make it there. So no matter what I'll see you."
