Isoldi is draped sideways across her own cot, feet hanging off one side and head hanging off the other. Behind a sleek drape of platinum hair, mumbling can be heard: "No...no more hearths...m'a good girl, I am..." Strange. But then, that's an expected trait of She Who Walks With Tunnelsnakes. The occasional twitch backs up the assumption that she's alive but dreaming. Doesn't look like this candidate's going to wake up any time soon, barring unforseen circumstance.

Debajirin is in the process of getting up, something not at all good to do when it's cold and wintery outside. Several grunts, moans, and general sounds of unhappiness coming from him as he roll himself out of bed, replaces the the covers in a hap-hasard pile, stretches, and proceeds to open the trunk at the foot of his cot, digging for proper clothes of some description, and then proceeding to strip off his wrinkly sleeping-shirt. Kiyna is yawned at in greeting, and Isoldi... Well, she gets a bit of a tired and intrigued grin for her mumblings.

Kiyna watches Deba with the amused expression of one who is forever easy to get up. This time the pacakge is shook the note attatched falling forward momentarily with a scrawled Happy Turnday on it. Kiy takes no note of anything other than her investigations though Isoldi's mutterings not far off do have her head cocking to listen.

"...hearths...hearths!" Maybe they're chasing her or something. Whatever the dream, it's startling enough to sit Isoldi right on up in bed, pale eyes blinking away in the dim light. "I already cleaned them!" she mumbles before full consciousness is achieved. Oh wait. Suspicion dawns and gaze narrows, tripping over for an inspection of anyone who might have been listening. Two are guilty, so she immediately goes into the act. None of that really happened see. Yawning lazily, she streeeeetches arms above her head and blinks at the pair through a patently false innocent expression. "What?"

Debajirin pokes his head through the top of the shirt, raising an eyebrow to Kiyna in something of an 'oh, you're amused by me are you?' expression, for lack of a better description. A shrug follows, and then, in his shorts (not the leg hair is still blue) and prettiful and comfy shirt, leans forward a tad. "Whassat?" is asked, pointing to the package and note. "If it's food of some sort, can I have some?" And oh, looky, the Pale One has risen. "Mornin' Tunnelsnake," is drawled her way, a flick of his fingers sufficing as his wave to her. "Have a good sleep? Sweet dreams?" Eyebrow wiggle, oh yes, he knows /all/...

Kiyna winks playfully before shrugging "Not sure what's in it yet but it's not food. I never get that sort of stuff for my turnday." Isoldi gets a wave "Enjoy your rest?" coming forth before she's swinging down from her hammock and pondering once more her package "What's this package look like to you? I always try to guess alot before i open something"

Isoldi can play innocent feline as masterfully as the next girl. "I slept wonderfully, Fish. But I don't dream. Horrible, no? Otherwise I could spend my nights cavorting with the men of my choice," she remarks in a thick, sleepy voice that's supposed to help carry this fib through. Men, she says. Hearths, more likely. Ista's budding Cinderella. Another stretch is arced into before she slips off the cot and pads around to her trunk. Much rummaging will ensue as she tries to find something to wear. "Who's got food? Food would be nice right now..." Periodot eyes peep over the lid of the trunk at Kiyna, sharpening just a tad with anticipation -- only to have such hopes crushed. "It looks like a package. Open it," she advises.

Debajirin deflates, crossing his arms over his chest, and giving a little whimper. "What's the point of Turndays if you don't get food? Hey, it's your Turnday? Happy Turnday." But back to the problem at hand, "Well, I dunno. Like a package? Maybe it is food, it's just wrapped really snugly?" A quick shrug of hopefulness, and he digs about once more in that chest, withdrawing a pair of pants, with a sock puppet haning out of the pocket. "Don't you? Poor little Tunnelsnake. Though why bother with dreaming of cavorting with men? There are men in the Weyr y'know. Even if you wait until after the Hatching. I could stay here if need be." Ahem. So, not to change the subject, but, "Ya, open it! The suspense is killing, and the stomach is growling."

Kiyna squishes the package gently before beaming "You know I think it might be a set of clothes or something. Hopefully nothing fancy" eyes roll "My mum somtimes thinks I need to be reminded I'm a girl or something" reading the note briefly again she claws into the package coming up with her prize through the papers "Oh! A pillow!" and she does a little circle dance of glee showing hte pillow to both Deba and Iso "Look it's got dragons and they said in the note that it's a birthday to remember!" 

Tunic and trousers are pulled out and tugged on, Isoldi's voice muffling and unmuffling as she tries to keep up with the conversation throughout, "Oh...and Happy Turnday. He's right, food makes a wonderful present." Pause, while arms flail about in the incorrect sleeve overhead. Once that's sorted out, she resumes, "Although I got this wonderful knife set for my last turnday, which was almost as nice as food..." The tunic is pulled down enough so that her now quite mussed head pops through the neckhole. Static. It's a killer, particularly when one has a short hairstyle and she's trying to direct a stern look at Debajirin, which makes the entire effect look ridiculous. "You, Fish, are a tease. Just the other night you told me you were loyal and I decided to tragically pine from afar. And I even told the healer I was going to be noble and not cavort, even though he still gave me the nasty drought. Tsk." That is his fault entirely now. "Oooh. Lovely, Kiyna!"

Debajirin eyes the pants, and eyes the girls, and eyes his shorts, and, with something of a decision, ducks under the covers, the whole yellow-ish mass of sheets and Fisherman throbbing as he undresses a bit, and attempts to pull those pants to their proper place. Intreresting that the puppet was drawn under the covers with him as well... "Why would you need to be reminded that you're a girl?" is asked, somewhat muffled, from his cot. "I mean, you're a girl. How would you forget that? I never think I'm not a boy. Or, sorry," and voice drops here to a beautiful baritone of sorts, "Man." He peeks out through the covers at the sound of a ripping package, catching Isoldi's looking, and giving a cough of laughter. "Right well. I tease, yes. Problem is telling when I'm serious or not. Give you a hint: Now's not one of those times. Ooh, it looks... Soft," he comments to Kiyna before ducking back under the covers, with several grunts and the occasional foot sticking out from the mountain. "What colour of dragons, Kiyna?"

Kiyna pounces over right next to Deba's cot holding the pillow out "It's the wings flying formations I think" and she points to the V's in the sky "There's all the colors and see here's the Queen's Wing" and she indicates that one two. Isoldi is glanced at a smile brightening her face "I might like food but this is much better and so pretty too! Deba's a tease of the worst kind I think and it's really hard when to tell if you're joking or not you scamp" and new pillow is tried out first off swatting Deba playfully upside his head

"I wasn't being serious either. Good thing, too." Isoldi makes a sudden, startling transition to fully awake and laughingly cheerful, and tosses a grin at the blanketbound Baji. "But it's still your fault." Why? Because it's more fun that way. Sometimes it's quite useful having the acting ability of a talented thespian. If nothing else, it keeps her friends on their toes. Plunking down on the edge of the cot, she begins to struggle her boots on, one to each foot (of course!) while watching Kiyna assault The Fish with her most recent aquisition. "You know, you should at least admire the pillow a little longer before using it to commit battery," she comments with a sparkle, "I don't doubt that your parents intended it to be a pretty rather than a weapon."

Debajirin gives a mighty laugh of triumph, pants on, and face only a little red from the exertion as he sticks it out to peer at Kiyna's pillow. "Oh, very nice. Very very nice. Can I feel- Hey! That's not a good thing to do... You'll make the stuffing all uneven," he yelps upon receiving his beating of the morning, reaching back for his own pillow form his cot, and brandishing it dangerously. "Y'know, I might be forced to defend myself... I'd hate do that, really, cause the blood not supposed to be flowing so early, but..." Pillow is hefted. "And this has heavy fillin' in it too. None of the poofyness so many people like." Isoldi is gawked at for a while. Because she's fun to gawk at, and maybe if he winks while doing so it would add to the effect. "Well, yes, I am... If you want, I'll tell you every time I'm joking or not. Especially if it keeps you from hitting me. Although the attention is something to be enjoyed." And with that, a shrug is given, and his pillow hurled at Isoldi. Involve the 'innocent' bystanders.

Kiyna pauses in her attack to nod giving the new pillow a kiss and brief squeeze before it's settled in her hammock and an older more battle scared one taking it's place. No reprieve at all it would seem for the Fish "I think you're right Iso but it stayed together pretty well just that once. I'll keep to using the older ones I've got" whirled pillow at Iso gets a blink and she resumes her attack on Deba giggling in her glee "Looks like you've lost your weapon!" pause grin "You'll tell me when you're joking? That's a good thing I think thanks" she flops back to beam at Iso keeping her pillow ready should another missile be hurled

Isoldi was going to reply. Truly she was. Pushing stray strands of hair back from her face, she'd just begun to open her mouth to say something when *bam*. Pillow to the head. Tumbling feet over crown, she rolls back on the cot only to rebound with both the pillow so kindly shared with her by Debajirin, and her own, one in each hands. "Ooooh, someone's going to get it," she growls, all feline-esque as she stalks forward in that toe-to-heel way of an Honest To Goodness Hunter. Remember, she grew up in the tunnels and knows how to show humility to upstart prey. Both had best run now.

Debajirin assumes the attack is over as the new pillow is placed in the hammock. But you know what they say about asuming... As the attack is continued, he gives quite the whine, holding up one arm to block the pillow as best he can, and grabbing with the free hand for a sheet. "Lost one, but to find a better!" He cries, making an attempt to throw the sheet over her. It actually spreads out quite nicely in the air. "Never!" is yelled off-handedly to Isoldi, though most of his concentration is on his defence for the Kiyna-pillow. "Hey, that's /my/ pillow!" is added upon recognition that she seems to be holding it. "Give it back." Oh uh, his attention is wandering. Not a good thing in the midst of battle.

Kiyna might so happen to get at least a little snagged by the sheet in the air having ripped it off her  head only to have it tangle around her ankles. Going down in a pile she grabs for Deba with one hand and swings at him with the pillow. Shriek of surprise when eyes finally land on Iso and she waggles her pillow in threat "I'll get you my pretty!" is cakled from her as she attempts to untangle herself and not giggle too awfully much. Who knows how their barrack mates are taking this the candidate not even caring it would seem. At least Deba is distracted at one point in that time and she just regroups reorganizes and well crawls forward in attack.

"Alright!" So he wants his pillow back, does he? Isoldi flashes her fiercest 'Die, Scum!' grin and launches forward, performing this really nifty whirlwind attack thing with both pillows, crisscrossing them in a blinding pattern before one -- Debajirin's, to be precise -- flicks out at his legs, just behind the knee. Knock em down and they're yours for life, that's what Mother always used to say. And just to let Kiyna know that she's not off the hook either, for having started the whole pillowfight, the -other- pillow is simultaneously whipped around to build up speed and then released right at the young woman currently crawling on the floor. *whoosh* "I think not!"

Debajirin gives a crow, as Kiyna is fouled, for a moment at least, it would seem, by his bedsheets, hopping to a full standing position on the floor (no point in breaking the cot, after all) and placing both hands on his hips. "Ha/ha/!" is given, and then a yelp as he's grabbed at, Candied Fisherman jumping backward in an attempt at avoidance, though he is grazed by a pillow. He's about to rub in his dodge of the grab when, *fwunk* he ends up hit by Isoldi's uncoming, and not particuarly noticed in his state of victory, attack, tumbling to the ground, and rolling over on a shoulder to get back to a kneeling position. A hiss, not unlike that of an angry feline, is given for his beloved Tunnelsnake as he makes a desperate lunge for his pillow. /His/ pillow. "That was cheap, 'Snake-luv," is growled for the leg attack, talking quite loudly, actually. But what better way for the rest of the room who aren't already up and on chores to wake than to the joyous battering?

Kiyna is popped right upside her braided blue head and she stops stunned momentarily to glare at the offending pillow. Scooping it up she regains her feet giving the sheet a final kicking push "And you little pillow too!" whee and she flings herself forward no hunting for her it's more of a pirate swinging sorta thing but without the rope and cute sexy outfit. Deba's attack on Iso is just what she needed and both are gone after now with her wax on wax off pillow type fighting. Seems now that they've woken the barracks more people are joining in or starting their own private wars. "Cheap has nothing to do with this it's all's far in love and pillows!"

Lovely. There is nothing quite like retribution served early in the morning. Isoldi does a quick backstep, arm whipping away to keep the pillow just out of Deba's reach. "I couldn't resist, my dear Fish, I've been wanting to see you stretched out in front of me for awhile now," she taunts, just barely dancing on the edge of gloating. It might help if she realized that should he stand, he's much taller and thus holding the pillow out of reach won't quite work the same. But first! Celebrating her victory! Er...at least until Kiyna comes flailing back into the mix. Letting out a completely undigified squeak, Iso ducks and covers as she's pelted by the wickedly wielded weapons. How's that for...er...what's the word again? 

Standing is not going to occur to our Fish all that soon. "You've no idea how long I've waited to be int he position, actually," he responds saucily to Isoldi, eyebrow raised as he heads for another lung at his pillow. The fact that he's now on his knees before her really doesn't bother him. His plan to grab his pillow back is interruptd as a nice little blue one, flung from one of the freshly-woken candidates, smacks him in the back, having had enough momentum to wind him slightly. Not that air matters, exactly, as he grabs the thing, pointing to Kiyna heroicly. "For love, then!" is declared by Debajirin as the pillow is gripped tightly, it just wouldn't be good to loose another weapon, and swung her way. Another distraction as Iso disappears with the duck, and, realizing she's on the floor, he extends an arm as far as it will go in an attempt for his own pillow, thus spreading out his chest, and making a rather beautiful and easily accessable target.

Kiyna is laughing this entire time you see eyes streaming with tears because of it. Deba's recovery of a pillow has her squeeling with as she hops back before he makes that grab for his very own pillow. Oh look a target and thus Kiyna must pounce and quickly. Springing with all the ferocity of a highly expensive feline kitten she makes her attempts to batter him with pillows before reaching out to swat at the one the ground Iso possibly even helping Deba in his bid for the pillow that belongs to him "You know this is sorta fuN!" laughter again and she watches warily still more or less mkaing all possibly motive to torture and tickle!

Isoldi isn't adverse to cheating. In other words, the girl can dish it out but she can't take it, at least not when being assaulted by pillows. Hugging Debajirin's pillow to her chest -- a few swats of her own hand are directed at his fingers as they try to grab the trophy -- she scuttles on her knees over to the nearest cot. Ducking yet another attack, this one from one of the candidates woken by the noise, she begins to wriggle -beneath- the cot in search of cover. Apparently she and tunnelsnakes share more than just a love-hate relationship. Feet sticking out the side, she huddles underneath and yells, "You'll never take me alive! Not for love nor pillows!"

Debajirin snaps his teeth at Isoldi for holding his pillow where he's not exactly sure he should reach for it, then falls victim to Kiyna yet again. "Nooo!" is wailed as he tumbles into a protective ball, his own pillow held over his head as makeshift cover. "Oh, we will so!" he cries to Isoldi, peeking up from his balled self, and then, as the tickle attempts are noted, rolling full-force in an evasive maneuver, heading directly for a trunk. Too bad his rolling is so slow, because then it could even be considered effective. "Just wait, sooner or later, you poor little woman, I'll be under that cot and I'll get my pillow and then you'll be-" *thunk* That would be him hitting the trunk, "Sorry!" Not all that phased, as Deba can be when he smacks his head on something, he throws the pillow at Kiyna. Just can't get over that throwing.

Kiyna hees again little wiggling body moving close to the ground her attack on Deba followed up on it would seem. Yet another pillow is thrown and dropping one of her she's picks it up and hurls it towards Deba though as an after thoought  "You're alright aren't you Deab?" wince head hitting not cool at all. Hands and knees are got on one pillow held by it's edges on her teeth. The other of course dragged along as she looks under the cot holding Iso "I see you!"

Isoldi will be sorry. Uh-huh. She's heard it all before. And she's so terrified at the prospect of revenge that a smug snickering can be heard drifting up from beneath the cot chosen as her own personal bolthole. With a bit more squirming, she manages to squeeze all of herself -- just barely -- under the cot where she curls happily around the purloined pillow and peers out to watch the show. If anyone sees a pair of almost glowing green eyes in the shadows...don't wet your pants just yet. "No you don't!" she singsongs merrily back at Kiyna. "I'm a figment of your imagination. Is he alright?"

Debajirin shakes his head, not in a negative sign, but in a 'clearing the fuzz' type of way. "Course I'm alright. Quite indomitable, actually," he muses, rubbing, however, at the left side of his forehead. "Just bruised, but alas, wounds are often taken in a battle so heated as this." He's feeling noble now, beware! The pillow that was tossed by Kiyna, so nice of her, really, is grasped, and he drags himself over to the other side of Isoldi's hiding spot. "I see ya too. We've got you surrounded now. And unless Kiyna and I share an imagination, I'd think you'd be real." He reaches a hand under to poke at her, just to make sure, though.

Oliana stands and stretches, rolling her muscles in her shoulders slightly. "What's all this?" she mumbles, looking hazy-eyed from one candidate to the other with a sleepy grin.

Kiyna glances back over her shoulder at Deba and nods towards Iso "Yup I think so it's Deba and /everyone/ knows he's got a terribly hard head. You're an awful cute looking figment then. I thought they were all shrivled and wrinkled lookin" nose wrinkles now "Don't think ya'd wanna look like that and she beams once more sticking a pillow in to harry the holed up candidate "You gotta come out hiding's a sissy thing to do and no one wants to be a sissy right?" probably wrong but that's beside the point. Oh share an imagination wink towards Deba and she giggles "I share an imagination about ya Deba btu you're a taken man pity poor li'l me" see sweet innocent and completely joking

All this appears to be a cruel attempt to pick on poor Isoldi. Really. It is. So take her side, ok? When she's poked, the young woman lets out a squeal and shimmies out from beneath the cot. Spinning past Kiyna -- lovely, lovely reflexes, and besides, she's busy winking at Debajirin -- she takes off at a dead sprint for the exit. "Ha ha HA!" she gloats as she goes, still clutching that pillow to her chest. It's hers now, see, and she's going to go hide in the deepest darkest shadows she can find until the search passes overhead, leaving her free to gloat some more.

Debajirin scrambles to his feet, a bit slowly, which could be blamed on several things (the time of day, the head bonking he'd just managed, or the fact that his legs are all wobbly from Kiyna's comment and Isoldi's winking) and heads after the fleeing candidate, coming to a halt, and sighing, pillow drooping. "Y'know, I /will/ get you for this one day!" he calls after her, then turns a wolfish grin Kiynawards. "Well, y'know, I apologise for it then. Just the way life goes sometimes. Of course, if I'm ever free, you'll be one of the first to know. And then you can fight Isoldif or me." Beam. Sort of nice when people aren't here to defend themselves. He yawns, stretching his shoulders out, and then starting to twirl his pillow. "So Kiyna, how are you?" Maybe it's just a tactic, though, easing her into a false sense of security...

Kiyna beams at Oliana "A pillow fight of course!" and extra pillow is hurled towards her with a giggle "Join in!" Deba might be weak kneed at the moment but Kiy is all bounciness her turnday having started off just right it would seem to her eyes at least. Other candidates hear her and of course she gets bombarded with pillows at that moment loosing sight of her target, Deba of course, and comes up flailing to hear the question "Me? Ah I'm well enough a whole 18 turns now and I feel suddenly old been forever since I wasn't with other Starries for my turnday. Haven't seen much of Zella lately she's been busy with all her chores and what not" taken hoook line and sinker if she's a sucker possible for talk. Her pillows are still held one retrieved from the others attack on her so she's completely loaded

Oliana chuckles. "Pillow figh--oof!" she squeaks as the pillow hits her unexpectedly.  She clutches at it spasmodically and mock-growls.  "Fine then!" she yells, and begins flailing, hopefully hitting a candidate or too.  Of course, as it is with pillow fights, she's caught up in giggles and finds it suddenly difficult to weild her 'weapon'.

Debajirin actually giggles, girlishly, even, though maybe the general tone of his voice is lower, at the bombardment of the poor Kiyna, shooting silent kudos to the candidates who'd done that with many a grin, wink, and nod. "18? Shells, girl, you /are/ old. Ancient, almost. Like... Faranth age." He grins to take any sarcastic bite off of that, applauding as well. "So what all do you /want/ for your Turnday?" And he's quietly inching towards a cot, upon which resides a nice big and floofy pillow. "Yes, pillow figh," he grins to Oliana, all in the mood for joking for the day. "That's too bad you haven't seen her recently, y'know... I'm sure she won't miss your Turnday, though..." Inch inch inch.

Oliana pauses abruptly, which only awards her a whonk across the back of the head with another pillow.  She makes an 'oof!' sound before glaring at Deba. "18, ancient?!  I'll have you know /I'm/ 18," she says with a sniff, nodding to Kiyna.  "Happy turnday, then!"  Her glare, not entirely serious, returns to Deba.  "And just how old are /you/, sir?"  She crosses her arms over her pillow and taps her foot, one brow raised.

Kiyna is distracted in part by Oliana and her giggles the tears wiped from her eyes with her handy dandy pillow. Great war tool and it doubles as a napkin of sorts. "I sure hope Zell's doesn't but what I want for my turnday? Not really much at all nothing from most people, I'm a sucker for cute useless things though I've got a bunch of junk in my hammock that's absollutely the prettiest or well some grossest stuff you've seen but it's completely goofy having it cause it just takes up space and makes my bed pokey. I like to colloct things."

Debajirin blinks innocently towards Oliana, having reached the cot now, and in the process of slowly taking the Big Floofy Pillow from it, and resting it behind his back. Hiding it, even. "Umm... Well, maturity level, or physically? I mean, I've lived for quite a few turns, but that doesn't mean everything," he adds, trying to get out of the trap, and offering a sigh for his slipperiness in such aspects. "Twenty-two," is stated in apology. "So, stuff? Well, if it's all the same to you, I'd love to give you something for your Turnday. After all, like your pillow said about this being one to remember... I'd like to be remembered... Collect stuff, do you?" He hmms, grip tightening on his pillow as he takes a few steps forward. "Maybe, umm... Well, I won't spoil the surprise." And he comes around with the pillow, aiming quite directly for the Starrie type.

Oliana blinks at Kiyna.  "You've got /stuff/ all through your cot?"  She seems utterly disbelieving at this, her eyes blinking a few times to boot.  "And you just want more /stuff/?"  The girl pauses, then decides it's a situation worth chuckling over.  So she does.  Before Deba catches her attention again.  "Oh, so then /you're/ one to talk."  She rolls her eyes and smiles before returning to her own cot, pillow beneath her.  "I have lots of excess stuff, Kiyna, and nothing would make me more happy than to pass some of it to someone who /wants/ it.  Especially on their turnday."  She turns to her small area of cot and 'press and shelf, and begins to carefully, neatly, look through things.

Kiyna eeps the pillow being aimed straight for her though she does answer Deba "I'm mostly into things like bright colors or blue that's always good no matter what it is." twenty-two is heard and she cackles "You're old!" Oli gets a nod "Yup but I've got sooo many blankets and sheets in there isn't not funny, besides it's a hammock anyway I'm odd and it's weird not getting the lull of the ocean so I drug it up here in my bag and tacked it up "Flowers or somethign would be nice but see I'm a candidate and boys just don't give those things to me. I've gotten craft stuff alot bits and pieces of things or a chart or two sometimes"

And the pillow is swung. And the pillow gains momentum. And the pillow flies from Debajirin's hand, and some poor sleeping candidate whose cot happened to be right in its path gets a rather rude awakening. At which point the Fisherman whistles innocently, dead giveaway though that may be as to the fact that it was him. "Blue? Alright. No, I'm not old," is said to Kiyna, and a bit to Oliana as well. "See, I'm just experienced. In my head I may as well be like twelve half the time. So it counteracts it. Eighteen is ancient. Twenty-two, well, that's just above and beyond." Beamkle. "Oh, I'd give you flowers Kiy. You know I would, if I could. But what if a rider where to see? Tsk."

Oliana pulls out, from her rather small pile of random memorabilia, a tiny bone hairclip painted like a red, many petaled flower with a bright yellow center. "Oh, I've got JUST the thing for you! Here, happy turnday," she says with a broad smile. "I got this from a fellow baker when I went to Paradise.  That's a Paradise flower of /some/ sort, I guess.  Anyway, it's too small to tame my wild hair."  The girl winks and stands, offering it over to Kiyna.  "I took it with me because I didn't want to hurt his feelings.  Couldn't tell him it'd never work!"  Her grin is turned to Deba.  "Fine, fine, whatever you say.  But I still maintain that I am by no means /ancient/."

Kiyna eyes the poor candidate Deba just pelted before oooooing at Oli's gift "Oh it's pretty! Mind you it normally wouldn't fit in my hair but considering it's all braided into those tiny braids at the moment I'll just pin a few on the side up with it" see pin goes in a bright speck of red against the blue okay so there's a few red strands in there but those are natural still. "Ancient? Still even if you're not old and 22 is older than 18 you'll just have to be considereded dirt."

Debajirin shrugs to Oliana. "Either way. I suppose if you don't want to be, you don't have to be. You are, however, quite delightful, no matter what your age may be." And hopefully the bit of attempted flattery will help smooth the ancient comments over. "Dirt?" he asks to Kiyna. Cause that's what he catches. "Are you calling me dirt? I am /not/ dirt. I'd at least prefer, say, dust, or ash... Maybe I've gone past the point of physical form, and am entirely enlightened? That would explain a lot, y'know." He mutters an apology to the grumbling candidate, frowning as the big floofly pillow is kept, and heading back towards his cot to dig around in the trunk at the foot. "See, I'm feeling outdone now, after that, Oliana," he calls over his shoulder. "So I've gotta find something..."

Oliana chuckles at Deba, apparently a fool for flattery.  "Oh, all right.  Hmm, well, you know, it's not like I have hair clips galore to hand out to people. It's just I happen to be carrying around a few people gave me when I came and left," she explains as she watches Deba rifle through his things.

Kiyna is being given things see doesn't that just make everyone happy. Least Kiyna mostly but yeat hair clip is patted and she flops down to sit on Deba's cot mostly to peek over the edge of his press "Awww Deba you dont' have to feel outdone just yet my best friend hasn't even seen me yet though she might have been out alnight doing something against the rules or what not who knows with Zella. That's why I love her so though she's just hte best" swooon Zell's is awesome

"You love her for the stuff she does at night?" Debajirin asks, peeking up from his trunk of stuff in time to raise an eyebrow. "Do tell..." Oliana gets a shrug. "Well, you've probably got more than I have. And that's not the point, really. The point is it's Kiyna's Turnday, and I'm going to give her something. I swear I will." And back into the trunk goes his head, sounds of things being checked and moved coming until an "Ahah!" He resurfaces, holding out to Kiyna... An itsy bitsy toy of sorts. It's obviously supposed to be a dragon, or a firelizard, and more than likely has been made by a kid from some point or other, judging by the humongous stitches and interesting stuffing job. The wing sags, but it's cute, right? "Here! I helped someone make this once when I was acting as a nanny. His name," for the toy is indeed a blue, "is Wing. You can change it if you like."

Kiyna eyes the toy with child like joy "Oh he's so cute!" snag and cooo little fingers at him "Wing you say? Cute and thanks Deba he's really sweet I'll have to keep him out of the hammock so he stays together I think" see she lurves him ain't that special see blue is awesome the ruler of all other colors in the word "No I don't love Zella for what she does tat night I lurve her just cause she's her"

Debajirin snerfs, though a beam is given as he considers the gift accepted. "You like him? That's good... He took us the better part of a day. And ya, if he gets stuck in a hammock, he just might fall apart at the seams." He too goes to perch on his cot (if Kiyna has a problem with him sitting there too, well, it's /his/ cot and he's got no problem with starting that pillow fight up again) after closing the trunk, of course. "Just cause she's her? I suppose that's probably the best reason you can find for loving someone... Alas, I don't know her all that well," he admits, then adds, with a bit of a smile, "Though she claims to dream about me, and dyes my leg hair."

Kiyna snickers now looking at Deba's legs or something "She helps me dye my hair sometimes it's great fun. Don't really have any on my legs so that's never an option though other places are it's not really appropriate candidate talk." of course she doesn't mind people sitting on their own cot see she'll even scooch over enough to give him ample room "Zella dreams about all guys though so I wouldn't feel too special cause of that"

Debajirin looks at her hair, then. If she'll do the same for his legs, he may as well. "Right, I always forget about you girl and your leg hair and that... Although, I'm sure if one day you wanted to dye leg hair, if you had enough, it would look very good." A wicked smile passes across his face at the thought of not 'candidate' talk. "Well, yes... Too bad we're so closely monitored, with some of the people here, can you imagine the conversations?" He whuffles a bit, drawing legs up and crossing them. "Well, still. One needs to take a feel of belonging and specialness from somewhere. She's a rather convenient source. Not convenient in a bad way, mind you..."

Kiyna giggles giving him a clap on the shoulder "We'd have some really odd things going  on if we weren't monitored and you know it! After all apprentices get away with bunches of stuff and no one ever bothers to look I think. Though Iwas on that followed the rules anyway just takled alot which isn't really against anything just dirties younger minds"

Debajirin shakes his head at her, offering a bit of an odd smile. Disbelief, maybe? "So you're like best friend to Zella, and you followed rules?" Wow. "Of course, y'know, some of the people who follow the rules are the really nice ones. It's amazing how interesting they are under the good little apprentice cover... I must get to know you better." And that's as much of a pick up line as he's gonna almost seriously attempt. And now: enter brownrider! With a pail and shovel and all, and an annoyed look pointed for Debajirin. "Oh, shells now... How long have we been here? I've got to go digging. Weeds and the like, y'know, 'fore they take over the Weyr or something." A roll of his eyes, like /that/ is gonna happen soon. "Happy Turnday!" is added as he gets up before he can be hauled by the scruff of his neck, grudgingly accepting the shovel as he's led out.