Debajirin reaches anxiously for his sketchbook, closing it on all forty-two cubes he'd drawn recently, and shoving it into a less in-the-way area, should the newly-entered need any space at this particular piece of furniture. The bronze firelizard who'd been inspecting those cubes gives an awkward chirp as they are taken away, and then adds a bit of a trilling greeting to the green, female as she is. Debajirin gives a weak smile, not wanting to be outdone by his winged stomach, and offers a "Hello," in case it might be heard over the creening.
Jozzie places her hand on her hip as she swirls around on her heels. "Oh hello, darhling." Jozzie says, getting into the habit of putting 'darhling' at the end of most of her sentences. She looks over the man before her, her eyes scanning him observingly. Ahh, a candidate. She nods her head to herslef as she goes about pouring herself a glass of chilled wine that she had asked for from a drudge. "Well," she says as she wanders over to sit in the chair next to Debajirin. Afterall, it was open. "How are you?" she inquires.
Debajirin raises an eyebrow to the darhling, a nearly familiar expression touching his features before fading with a shrug from the candidate. After a quick check of her shoulder knot, he choses the more respectful greeting of "Hello," inclinging his head towards her. An amused expression touches his face at having been asked how he is, and Baji shrugs. "I'm alright. A bit tired, but was visited by a friend recently. And yourself?" A slight accenting of 'yourself', much like the one on the 'hello' are testimony to his efforts of not talking to easily to the riders of the Weyr. Out of fear more than anything.
"Good to hear, I mean the part about enjoying yourself here." Jozzie comments. Slipping at her wine, she places the glass on the table as she makes a gesture with her hand. "I have been well. I was up at High Reaches today and it seems a little more quiet there. With all you candidates running amuck, there is always something happening." She winks at Debajirin. "My name is Jozzie by the way, I'm blue rider to Riyth and stationed in Firestorm wing."
Debajirin gives an appreciative bob of his head. "I can imagine it would be. We can create quite a chaos, us candidates." His mouth is spread into a grin, and he extends a hand towards her in form of greeting. "Debajirin. Lowly candidate. Used to be at SeaCliffs, as a fisherman. Well, Temporary Net Pulling Fish Retriever. The title of Fisherman comes with a bad reputation," he explains, then clamps his mouth shut cautiously.
"I don't think so." Jozzie says. Tilting her head, she shakes the males hand in greeting before sinking back into her chair. "Seacliffs, hey? Is that the little hold...somewhere west of here, I believe." She squints her eyes, trying to picture the direction in her head. "Anyway, you do not come from far away then. Compard to those who come here from High Reaches, that is."
Serafa flounces in from the South Caverns.
"And a bit north too, I believe," Debajirin adds to the general direction of his most recent hold. "Pretty small, but that doesn't necessarily go against it's charm. Good people there. I don't suppose it's as far away as it could be. Not exactly walking distance, but still." He rubs the back of his neck with a free hand, rotating his head to stretch that neck this way and that. "Oh! Would I be able to ask you a question about knots?" The question is excited, more so than the subject might suggest it should be, and he pokes at his currently green-streaked knot, the dye still obvious, despite his best attempts to have it sitting so that more white shows. Serafa gets a little wiggle of the fingers, and he gestures to a chair at the table for her, before returning complete attention to the bluerider.
Serafa enters all chirpy and bouncy, making her way to the chair so kindy offered to her by Jirin. "Oh Hi!" She nods to both candidate and Rider. "Huh? " She questions, wiggling her fingers back as she sits down. Seeing as it really wasnt a medical question she cant help, turning her baby-browns Jozzie-wards she too offers her attention
Jozzie cringes at Debajirin's green dyed knot. "Are you speaking of recieving a new one?" she inquires to him. "I do have a fairly un-used one from my search, if you would like to barrow it. I am not sure...umm, who is watching over you candidates?" she asks, venturing off subject a bit. She waves her hand towards Serafa as she notice the girl entering.
Debajirin nods, stroking his poor discoloured knot affectionately. "I don't need a new one, I need either a way to fix mine, or a better way of hiding the green. I'm nearly attached to it by now, considering what it and I have been through together." He pauses to listen to her suggestions, and nods so much he nearly throws himself from his seat. "Oh, if I could, that would be wonderful! I'd give it back, and if I'm ever doing dirty work, I'll wear this one," he swears to Jozzie. "My knot," Deba informs Serafa, pointing towards the streaks of green dye from Hannah's clothing. "It's funny coloured now." And to both of them, with the exception of his final question, he shakes his head. "I don't know who's in charge of us. See R'ley and Lib and Tstar, and the headwoman, but... is there someone in charge of us specifically?"
"Um I thought Hannah was considering giving us individual riders to look after us" Serafa murmurs, then grins. "Of course that was when she was still /really/ mad at us...I wonder if we are in charge of ourselves?" That highly volitle situation should probably be avoided.
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