Kristiana stands in the entryway for a moment, arms crossed over her chest, a smile on her face as she watches Debajirin work cheerfully. As he whistles, she joins in with a whistle of her own, though the tune isn't the same but mainly accompanies his tune. Description of Kris' songs: If she were in the modern, Earth era. She'd be a jazz singer. Big on improv. Anywhoo, when his tune changes, she stops. "Okay, that threw me off. Again! From the top!" She winks as she crosses over to him, looking down at the grens. "You're doing a great job, Deba. Keep up the good work."
Debajirin doesn't notice the joined whistling, strange as that is. Then again, for Jirin, it just might not be that strange. He can get very into his tasks if he tries hard enough. But he's not so into it that he won't notice what has become something of a familiar voice, looking up from his greens, and blinking at the Bartendress a few times. "Really? Sorry, but you, of all people, having been Harper and that, ought to know when a song seems to be coming to an end. Psh." And he goes back to his scrubbing, managing something of a straight face until the green is tossed into the rinsing water, splash or no splash. "Am I, really, d'you think? That's so sweet of you to say. Hi! By the way, got your letter, it was wonderful to hear from you. Afraid you'd fallen between one day, to be perfectly honest." It's all an act, this nonchalance.
"Nonono, Deba," Kristiana tells him, her nose wrinkling. "It's all your fault. Everything is your fault." She's chiding, of course, and she even has a grin on her face. She puts her hands on the back of a chair, doing her habitual drum taps on the wooden surface, as she nods. "Aye, you are... I guess. And hi to you, too!" She chuckles softly. "And I'm sorry about the letter. I just never know what to write... I mean, I know what to write, so I write it, and then I think differently so want to write something else." She sighs and runs a hand over the back of her neck. "I guess I'm just making excuses. And... don't I usually get a hug or something?"
Debajirin shapes his mouth in 'o' form, giving a sage nod. "Of course, silly me for having not known. In that case, my most sincere apologies, I didn't mean to throw you off in that category, for sure." A beam as he considers his comment almost cryptic, removing the green from the rinsing water, giving it a little shake, and adding it to the clean pile. "Don't bother apologising about the letter. I love your letters. Don't worry, write whatever you want. Send letter after letter, it's all good to me. So long as I know that I've not forgotten you, and you've not forgotten me..." He coughs to cut that off, it was going nowhere good, and nods, wiping his hands on his pantlegs, and standing to face her. "I suppose normally you do. Here, then, I've been distracted. Bad for me to be distracted in such a way." And arms are extended to their full length, and the Red Haired One grins to her moronically.
Kristiana snickers lightly, still grinning, as she nods. "Apology accepted," she replies with a wink. "We'll do better next time, I'm sure." She looks toward the greens, watching him work, before looking back at him. "Oh, I don't think I could forget ya, Deba," she replies with a chuckle. "That would take my falling off a cliff a lot of times." She giggles at his grin, shaking her head quickly, before returning the hug. "Okay. I've gotten what I came for. I can go now."
Debajirin blushes
somewhat, not uncommon for him, but still it's a blush, and thus worthy
of mention. "Well, I'd hate to have to have you fall off a cliff over
and over, cause that just wouldn't seem to be what a caring person'd
do, and I like to pretend I care enough, at times." He positively
wriggles with delight for the hug, mumbling a little "Y'know, it's been
so long since I've been hugged by a provider of alcohol." And, in a
style he'd learned from her (of course) does his best to squeeze in
remaining air from her lungs before shaking his head rather
emphatically for her comment. "No, no, you can stay! You have to stay!
At least a while. It's just teasing me, otherwise, you coming up here,
and then huggin' and runnin'." Hug and run. Punishable crime, y'know.
"Oh, oh, and I got you somethin' too!" Now he's bouncing, really
probably not the most comfortable thing to be doing in a hug. But meh.
Kristiana pretends
to not notice his blush, and, well, it's hard to see him anyway, as
she's having all the life squeezed out of her. "Yeah, that would be a
bad idea. You would be the one to make sure I don't fall the /first/
time." She grins before mumbling at him, not realizing a rider is
behind her, "I couldn't bring anything with me this time, though.
Sorry." She giggles and nods emphatically, arm still around him. "Of
course I'm staying! I wouldn't waste a trip /just/ for a hug, though a
hug is hardly a waste..." She quirks an eyebrow, grinning broadly, and
oofing at his bouncing. "What'd you get me?" That's when she sees
Izz'y. "Oh! You got me an Izz! What I always wanted... how sweet..."
Izz'y is just walking into the caverns as he is spotted by a Kristiana. Having completely missed the earlier conversation and being rather boring, tierd and unaware today (As often), he sort of stops and stares blankly for a momment. He then blinks, and grins tenatively. "Hello Baji, Kri... How are you?" As he says this he runs a grimey finger across his temple and smudges black there. He's been cleaning straps, cleaning dragons, and going through firestone all morning and has managed to accumulate an astonishing amoung of dirt. That might have something to do with certain accidents involving mud puddles and tripping, but the end result is the same. Izz /was/ on his way to the baths to try to clean himself up, but he's a little sidetracked now.
"I got you an... Izz?" He blinks, peeking around for what exactly this 'Izz' could mean, and only upon spotting the bluerider do his eyes go wide, and he's immediately set to clarifying things, whether the bluerider, who Jir actually considers one of the rare 'nice riders', needs or not. "Oh, hi Izz'y, how's your Nuadayth, this is my /friend/," not the stress, he is minorly aware of the rules of candidacy, even if he might not exactly be breaking them, "Kristiana. Wait, she knows you?" Give him a while, Debajirin will sort things out for himself. "Hi. Not bad myself..." And now back to the original question, which would of course be what he's gotten her. "Well, no, no. It's big though. A little smaller than Izz'y, alas, but it's hard to acquire much anything bigger, and it's special, and not many people have one, and I've got extra chores from those drudges now for it, but it's good! if you'll let me run and get it?"
Kristiana raises an eyebrow at the appearance of the bluerider. "Been climbing in hearths there, Izz?" she asks with a chuckle and wink. "I thought that was the candidate's job. See, there's someone who can do it for ya." She points toward Kiyna. She laughs toward Debajirin, nodding and grinning. "Aye, I knew him back when I was an apprentice, and he was Izzady without the Nuad... whatever his name is." She looks back to Deba, eyes wide. "What'd you get me? But I didn't bring you anything... And you're often sending stuff and... but I didn't bring you anything." She nods quickly, grinning. "Of course, of course!"
Kiyna sticks her tongue out at Kristiana almost as soon as she walks in. Of course she was doing something fairly constructive the almost finished shell necklaces in a bag she's carriing. Thumping them gently onto a table she grins at Izz'y and then Deba "Look guys those shells polished up right nicely. Now I've just got to find someone to paint the names on them. I even got holes punched so they could be wore on a necklace" and she shows off hte one she's chose for herself mostly blues and golds melding on the inside of the shell
Izz'y scratches his forehead slightly, getting even more stuff on his face. Sort of blank, but still lopsided grin inches onto his face, slowly... His brain isn't quite working at full capacity today. "Your /friend/ is she, Candidate?" He shrugs and laughs a little, "That's nice... I'm tired as anything, but Nua's well. Yes... I know Kristiana. Trouff, Oadatrouff, the pub-host is one of my closest friends from before I Impressed... I wasn't totally aware that you knew her. Though probably I've been told." He exhales and cracks his fingers, as he does so he actually looks at his fingers, and notices again how dirty they are. In response to Kri's question, he shrugs, "Not really... Though I suppose I must look it. Nuadayth wanted to get up early as usual, but I promised my wingleader that I'd check that some stuff was done properly before we went joyflying, and it wasn't quite right, so I had to do it myself and yeah...." He glances over at Kiyna and smiles in a way that's supposed to be comforting, before going back to Kristiana, "No good... I'm already done. Besides I'm sure she's got plenty to do." This last is said with a bit of emphasis, intending to imply that she'd better be doing something or he'll have to come up with something. His attitude brightens at the mention of the shells. Goodfun. "Oh... That's great. Did you really find enough for everyone?"
Debajirin shakes his head, waving a free hand pointedly at the subject. "No, no, it doesn't matter, cause that's not the point. See, there's so much opportunity for me to send you stuff, cause stuff just happens in a Weyr. At SeaCliffs, well, y'know, there's like Fisherman. And I just can't see Feln looking at all good gift-wrapped." Ew. Kiyna is waved to with the same hand (no longer waving off he subject, mind you) and he oogles appropriately at one of those shells. "Very nice. Oh, I could lend you some paint, if you want? I should still have some... And it /technically/ will stay on the shell, though it's old so some of its qualities might have sorta... Disappeared or evaporated or something." And now a headshake to Izz. "I've heard of Oadatrouff, may have met him a few times... Ya, I knew her, no, I doubt I've mentioned that to you... But yes, I'll run and get that now, Kristi, kay?" So he's off to the Candidate barracks, returning shortly with something big and fluffy and white-lookin. S'a pillow. Big and long one at that.
Kristiana grins toward Kiyna, looking at the lovely shells. "How nice! See, Kiyna, you should've been an artist." Sigh. "But you decided to be a starcrafter." Then again, she's not even in the harpers, so she can stop her recruiting. "What're you making those for?" She raises an eyebrow at Izz'y, chuckling. "That's because you don't visit SeaCliffs enough, bluerider, to be kept up on the information. You'll have to come visit soon. Fishermen and kidlets everywhere... and half of them Trouff's. The kidlets, not the fishermen. And so now do you get the chance to go 'joyflying'?" She nods quickly toward Deba, grinning. "Oh, I could, though! And all the others, too! They could be your... slaves or something. I'd gladly send them away." If they're at Ista, their hands can't reach her bum, y'know? "And you know Trouff, goofy. The pub guy that sits on his arse all day." She waits patiently for him to return, grinning at him when he does. "Ooh! It's a pillow! And a big and log one and that..."
Kiyna is always busy see and Izz gets a wink "Glad you and Deba decided to help me out that day got just enough." Kiyna just beams at Kristiana "Thanks alot it took some work and alot of the other candidates helped out. Starcrafting is fun though and besides it gives me a reason to be an insomniac." goofy grin and she's bouncing closer to peer at Kris's new gift "Oh a pillow! Pillow gifts are always awesome they can be turned into weapons rather easily and they still retain their fluffiness for awhile" see hop odd
Izz'y nods quickly to Baji, flopping down into the nearest available seat, that being a chair, and a not so soft on at that. "It's not entierly my fault that I have to be at the weyr and fight thread and stuff like that. And I /have/ been to visit. Ailea is very fond of Nuadayth." He sighs a bit and shrugs, "I suppose you're right though... I should visit, I haven't had a chance to meet the twins yet." He chuckles almost silently, "Actually, I was going to but Nua insisted that I clean up first... It wouldn't be the perfect bonding time if I was all mucky, supposedly." He turns to peer at the collection of shells, and notes the one that he found. Not the biggest contribution but, "Thanks... It was a lot of fun. They do look very nice." Eyebrows go up more than a little bit at the sight of the pillow, "My goodness Baji, where on earth did manage to find something like that?"
Debajirin shrugs to Kris, scratching at the back of his head with the hand that's not holding that gargantuan pillow. "Ya, I remember him sorta. But I didn't really spend much time talkin' to him in the pub, imagine that. Usually you, and if not, Bert, and sometimes Ernie, though I just can't get him..." He sighs, shaking his head, and then holding out the pillow to her. "Ya, see, Kiyna got a little one for her Turnday, and I thought, hey, a pillow, now /there/ is a good gift. Practical, and comfy, and squishy and stuff. So I talked to the drudges who talked to other people who talked to- well, I don't know how long the line went. But somehow they got this from a trader or weaver or something, and I gave someone some marks, point being: It's a pillow, for like, your body and stuff. A body pillow. Great for snuggling up to completely during the night or whenever. And this coverin' here can be taken off and washed should need be..." Debajirin, the walking infomercial. But hopefully that will suffice to answer Izz'y's, and anyone else's major questions about the thing. Now for another quick look at Kiyna's shell, cause it's so shiny-like and ya... "So, what colour of paints are you gonna use, Kiyna?"
Kristiana grins toward Kiyna. "You enjoy being an insomniac. Don't you... like... enjoy sleep? I love it. It's my best friend." She winks and then giggles. "Yeah, Deba wrote me about your turnday and the pillows." She smiles toward Izz'y, nodding. "Yeah, I've heard about that. And you work hard, and everyone understands that, so it's okay." She always has to make people feel better and all. "But I'm sure people will be happy to see you at SeaCliffs. If you ever need a vacation, let us know." She grins toward Deba, taking the pillow. "Wow... You worked hard to get it." She lays her head on it, testing it out. "I like it. Cooshy and everything. Thanks!" Beam.
Kiyna plops into a seat with a look of concentration "Not really sure what colors. Lotsa different ones to compliment each different color of the shells. Maybe mix some togethr for real odd colors and what not." shell is fiddled with before she lays it aside "What color'd you want Deba cause you get your choice for helping me out. I even got one for Izz'y even though he's not a candiddate"
Izz'y aahs, and nods slowly to Baji to indicate that his question has been answered. He goes to run a hand through his hair, which is getting longer these days but stops because he doesn't need to get it full of dirt as well. He smiles sincerely to Kristiana, "Thanks, that's good to know. I'll see what I can do about coming down some time." He stands up and moves to look more closely at Kiyna's shells. "That's a good idea." He looks up as she mentions his name is mentioned, "For me? Really? That's awfully nice of you." He tugs at the sleeve on his jacket. That's one problem with getting used to having a shirt hooked over your thumb, you start to want to do that with everything. He notices the new grit on the fairly nice jacket and frowns, "I should really get cleaned up though... Sorry to have to run."
Debajirin is feeling particularly smug now. After all, his shared idea of pillows seems to have been accepted, so why not? "Well, y'know," he begins to Kristi, "seein' what as I can't be there and the like..." An innocent cough sent Izzwards, proof that he did not actually say that, he's a well behaved candidate, and a better behaved fisherman. "Oh, I don't know about colour, really," he responds to Kiyna, meandering towards her seat and peering at the shells all again. "I don't know, really, colour of paint and colour of shell all depend on each other and... I dunno, really. Surprise me?" Innocent puppy eyes are blinked to her. "Oh, and of course. I mean, Izz'y would've had to have /been/ a candidate, right? So maybe we're just... adding richness to his candidacy, even though the times of each candidacies were different? It really does make so much sense..."
Kristiana smiles and bobs her head toward Izz'y., "Thatw ould be nice. It's not often we get visitors, and one would break from the monotony of SeaCliffs life." She winks toward the rider before raising a hand in a wave. She turns back to Deba with a grin, holding the pillow next to her. "Yup. So if I need a hug and can't come here, I can just hug the pillow." Oh, won't that look odd? Fisherman: Hey! Kristi! Get me a beer, woman! Kristi: *while clinging to a pillow* But... I neeed a huuuug! Ahem. Moving on.
Jarrilen walks into the cavern, no books in hand. In fact, the smile on her face is probably due to the fact that she's finished her lessons and write-ups for now. Humming a quiet tune to herself, there's an unmistakeable bounce in her step as her feet take her to her favourite seat. Raising a hand and clicking her fingers, smile widens as Faro comes rushing over. "Yes, Jarrilen?" The girl scratches her chin, though it's all for show. "A nice redfruit juice, please good Faro." Favourite drudge scampers to find her beverage, and Jarrilen looks about. A slight nod is offered to Debajirin, and to Kristiana.
Debajirin blinks to the bartendress, and then gives a bit of a cough. "Right, right, your life must be terribly boring. What with those fishing types and drudging types to keep you company." He laughs, and shakes his head. "Well, I'd prefer it you come to me for those, but I suppose riders aren't always willing to oblige because one of us feels we need a hug." Speaking of riders... The man grimaces as the general rider she gets transportation with arrives, waving a bit sadly as she's lead away, and then nodding to Jarrilen before gathering his bowl of washed greens. About time to bring those to the kitchen. And he does that, finding himself, in that gesture, dragged back to the chores of candidacy.