Serafa sweeps into the caverns, white sheet billowing behind her dramatically. The floors and tables and the like beneath her notice as she stalks the klah hearth. Not that the klah hearth is likely to move or anything. Finally she reaches her destination, and pours herself a stout mug of the beverage. This is when she notices Debajirin finally. Making her way closer to the obessive-complusive candidate she asks. "Hey Deba, Wotcha doin?"
Debajirin gives a maniacal grin to a freshly-swiped space on the wall, turning as his name is spoken, and offering a proud grin, puffed chest, and fists on his hips as he nods towards the wall. "I, my dear, am making a gleam that would put a proddy gold to shame," he says rather arrogantly, tilting his chin upwards, and jutting his jaw out a bit. "Note the even strokes, the luminescence of the inner wall? That! Now, that is skill." He beams once more before bending to rinse and ring out his rag. "And what brings you here?" is asked conversationally, with a more modest tone, as he goes for another swipe, eyeing her klah.
Serafa sips delicately from her mug, standing like a good little pretentious art critic. "I think you missed a spot riiight there" She says as she smears a dab of klah along the wall. "Not very luminous if you ask me" Little trouble maker is her plan for today. "I came here cos I wanted some klah, is that illegal or something?"
Debajirin begins to follow her finger, jaw dropping as the klah 'stains' his masterpiece, and glaring at her as he rushes to mop it up with the rag, leaving an uneven wet blotch. "You... You... Blasphemous little... I can't even /say/ it, anything I could come up with wouldn't convey your lack of respect for beauty!" A shrug follows. "You can have the klah. You don't /deserve/ the klah, but you can have it." He's pretty easy to wind up today. A sniff is given as he rubs at the wet spot, proceeding to make it wetter, and his bottom lip starts to quiver.
Serafa chuckles as she watches fishboys distress. "You should get out more I think, you are starting to get a little er peculier-er" Oooh look-ee that she just made up a word. "Seriously, I mean I think the walls have been scrubbed enough. When was the last time that you took a swim or something Debajirin?" She looks at him her klah-brown eyes wide, sipping innocently from her Klah.
Debajirin bites the lower lip firmly, resuming his glaring, and finally forcing himself to relax into it (no point in gettin' all mad, just cause the girl's the devil). "Do I now? Funny, I thought I /was/ being serious. And the walls are what I was assigned, whether it was a slip or not, and that's what I'm gonna do. You could always help, y'know. And, if you /really/ care in all your Healer-ness, it's been... About... a sevenday, actually. Wow, long time." Blinkblink.
Serafa grabs Debajirins hand, the scrubbing one and turns him around to face her. "I think you should go for a swim or something, to relax. The walls are all scrubbed now, you can go" She says in semi-serious healer tones. "Sides I dont wanna go swimming by myself, I dont want to be late for anything by myself" Gibber, no ulterior motives here folks.
Debajirin yelps as his rag is rather effectively removed from the wall, eyeing the Healer Candidate skeptically, and then finally, grudgingly, releasing the rag, letting it fall to the bucket of water. "Oh, I need to relax do I? Actually, come to think of it, you're probably right... Y'know, I've got these terrible muscle knots in my neck... Do they teach you massage at the Hall?" An innocent blink is given her way, and he shrugs first one shoulder, than the other. "And I'd hate for you to be all alone..."
Serafa almost purrs, but purring and bragging doesnt mix. "Well I'll have you know that I give surberb massages." She flutters and preens and takes one last sip from her mug before placing it upon a table. "Last one there is a wherry-head" She chortles as she starts to run to the door, head turned back towards Deba to make sure he was following
Debajirin tilts his head, all the more dubious. "Do you now? Well, I
dunno, I've had some not bad massages in my lifetime, we'll really have
to test one of yours out, eh? But who knows, maybe my muscle knots and
your hands will find some sort of a bond..." He flutters a hand
'poetically', and then, watching her put down the klah, and then runs,
gives a mutter for his messed walls, and follows. As he's supposed to
do. All for a massage, or at least a chance at one.
Waterfall's
Basin
The weyr's fresh-water pool flows
clean and clear, almost undisturbed by the river that rests here after
crashing down from the heights above. This small bay is neatly
surrounded by a series of smooth stone steps and hidden beaches, a
haven from the wider lake beyond before the water drops further to the
sea below.
Serafa scampers down the path singing gayly "Deba is a wherry-head! Deba is a Wherry-head" White sheet fluttering behind her all the while. When she reaches the beach she begins to strip, humming all the while her little tune. "You know I could have been a harper" She burbles Deba-wards as she wiggles out of her trousers revealing the lower half of her little white two piece suit. "I think I would have been very good at it dont you?" Off comes her tunic to reveal the other half of the suit, the sheet remains on as she spalshes her way into the water until she is deep enough to submerge herself entirely.
Debajirin sort of... Meanders behind her. Dawdles. Ho hums along his way, enjoying the feeling of the fresher outdoor air, and the lack of rags... "Am I?" is asked after her song, and he makes his best attempt to peer at his own head. Her bubbly-type mood is almost catching, it would seem. And he's all trying to be calm. Psht. "Oh, you could've been, I'm sure. Not necessarily a good one, but you could've been." Beam, and he goes about removing his shirt, and boots, and finally stripping down to shorts, and after that not stripping anymore. That would be bad. Well, at least frowned upon by some. And he heads for the shallower water, going in knee-deep and giving a little shiver for the change of temperature. "So, you're good at massages? Maybe afterwards?" He will stay transfixed on that idea.
Serafa splashes and sports in her part of the water. "Why not now?" She asks her eyes large and innocent. "Nothing better than getting a massage while you are in the water. Faranth knows I've given enough of them to know by now" She burbles. "I would have too made a good Harper" She retorts. "But I make a better Healer anyday"
Debajirin oohs, eyes widening in anticipation, in that case, as he wades in farther, getting deep enough to dunk himself thoroughly, and resurfacing with a gasp. "Why not, good answer," he replies belatedly, making his way towards her, and blinking. "If you say they're better in the water. Never had one in the water, really..." He pffts for her Harpering comments. "I mean, maybe. But you don't seem Harper-y. I mean, I've known a few Harpers, or ex-Harpers, quite intimately, and really, you don't seem at all like any of them. And you are a fantastic Healer, I'll give you that." Wink. "What a physical I was given that one time, if I remember correctly?" Of course, mostly he remembers flirting with the naked girl on the examination table, but...
Serafa smiles and makes her way closer to the fishboy. "Yeah I guess if you say so" She says as she moves around to face his back. "Yeah I am pretty good at that Healering deal arent I?" She asks softly as her hands behind to smooth his skin, preparing for the massage to come. "Do you like it hard or soft? Your massages I mean" She asks with a slight hint of wickedness in her tone.
"You are amazing at the Healering deal, you know," Debajirin is happy to admit to her. Especially as she probably can't see his grinning, and mildly red face, from where she's positioned. The joys of your back not being on your front. Not only would it make things amazingly difficult to comprehend, but people can't see your face when they're focused on your back. "Right, massages. Well, soft will hardly do anything for these knots, I doubt. So dig in there. And don't mind if I cry." Ahem.
"Righty-o then matey lets get started" Serafa grins as she starts the massage proper. Her caramel hued hands start to soothe the tense muscles, the pressure she is appling getting greater and greater. "Now if you start crying that means that the massage is not helping, its hurting" SHe intones sagely. Pausing in her rubbing to chop gently across the shoulder blades with loose fingers.
Debajirin snorts, closing his eyes somewhat and looking to re-balance himself in the water (falling over would /not/ help.) "Matey?" is given with a grunt, and he goes so far as to turn his head around a bit and grin at her. Even if it might not be all that helpful in the massage. "Alright, or that I have no tolerance for pain. I mean, maybe if the knots are gonna get worked out, they'll need to be poked and hurting a bit. From my experience when the neck and that gets like this, anyway." Ooh, chopping.
Serafa taps her fingers in rapid succession along his shoulders and neck. "Trust me it doenst have to hurt to make it better" This is whispered in his ear as she resumes the slow steady upward strokes along his spine and up around his neck. She's just getting warmed up as well.
"Oh, well then, you're obviously much more talented than, say... Well, I dunno, this one girl around Igen, she was just not nice with it at all... She could immobilize any person without even trying, just offering to releive their sore muscles!" His rant ends with a shiver for the spine-strokes and the like, and he gives a bit of a giggle. **Debajirin**
Serafa gets into the rythym of the massage now, stroking slolwy, interspersed with kneeding the tense muscles. "So was I right or what? Am I not a good massager?" She seeks his approval, its one thing to get it from an old friend but she would like to get unbiased approval or something. "Lemme know when you feel better okay? She asks continuing her ministrations.
Debajirin nods, sighing slowly, and positively wilting, though not in a bad way. In one of those "oh, you are making my back feel nice, here, let me grovel' ways. "You are a very good massager. One of the best I've known. And I'm not even biased t'wards you!" He nods again, in reassurance of his words, for either him or her. Both are good. "See, if I feel better though, that might mean you'll stop?" He's genuinely troubled by this.
"Not if you dont want me to" She murmurs and continues the massage. "Really you think?" Serafa flutters, hands still busy soothing Deba's mucsles. "See I told you this would be a good idea"
"Well, then, we can just sit here for another sevenday or so," Debajirin mutters, rolling his shoulders in their less-tensed state before settling back down. Muscle-soothing, it will make him a bit dopey. "You did. And you were right. I submit, for the time being, to your ultimate knowledge and lovely feeling hands."
Serafa continues to massage her eyes drifting off to peer at the surface of the water. With a hearty sigh she murmurs. "How much longer do you think it will be?" Of course 'it' is perfectly clear. "Just think, this time next month everything will be different, I dont know its just that I have finally gotten used to life as a candidate and now I have to start thinking that its all going to be over soon and well.." Again with a sigh. Her white sheet floats with the current to gently brush their legs , forgotten by the wearer entirely.
Debajirin blinks up from his trance, shrugging as softly as he can (lifting his shoulders by twitching a muscle here and there, and ultimately not moving them). "I don't know. Never done this sort of thing before... Never been to a Weyr when there were eggs on the Sands, honestly. I know everyone is saying how wonderfully hard the shells must be, and how it probably won't be too long..." He sniffs in wonder for the whole thing. "This life's been good enough, but it's easy enough to leave most lifestyles for others. At least after the Hatching nothing will be hanging in the open, and we can stop thinking in ifs. Well, I've been doing so at least. But once all's over and there are those who Impress or don't, you know where you stand. You know who you lose, and what you gain, it's all good." He's getting distracted into his own little situation now. Thank Faranth for something to touch his leg, or there's a good chance he'd never come out of his dreamy state.
Serafa sighs "I know I remember the Hatching where N'ano Impressed. I didnt really get to see him much so it is kinda new for me as well. I never had so much of my future depending on the maturation of dragons eggs" She sighs using big words is a give away for her nervousness.
"Oh, right, you've seen riders growin' up with their dragons, haven't you!" He's absolutely thrilled with the idea, is Debajirin. "So, did you really get to know any of them aside from N'ano? And how did they change? And how did he change? I mean, do people /always/ change?" And his giveaway for nervousness is when he gets rambling and forgets big words or analogies.
Serafa nods slowly. "Yeah N'ano did, he used to be a real studious serious boy, now just look at him. But yeah I noticed a lot of little things but when you are a healer you only get to see the candidates when they come for thier physicals, its crazy the amount of work we get when theres a clutch hardening on the sands."
Debajirin frowns, not at all pleased with the response. "You mean you didn't really know anyone else? Too bad... I mean, it is possible though, right, that if a rider Impresses a dragon so much like he is, then they don't change? Or maybe just a complementing personality?" Prodprod. "Although I can imagine the amount of work. So many people to get the physicals and that..."
Serafa smiles sadly. "You have to remember that I had lessons and the like as well, so sociallising hasnt really been big on the agenda for a while." Her hands drop to the water and she continues. "But I guess, I mean not all of them end up crazy, like Kita for example she seems normal enough"
Debajirin hmms, turning around at the drop of her hand, and stretching his back out testily before giving an approving nod. "Kita, ya... Of course, maybe she /started/ crazy?" Dun dun duunn. "Oh, the lessons... Didntcha ever get tired of those? I mean, unless you felt they were like majorly important, but really... I know so many people who get tired of 'em." And let's just jump topics.
Serafa looks at him frowning slightly. "Healer lessons arent exactly the sort that you tire from, I mean falling asleep in class could mean that turns down the track someone lost thier life. You have to be dedicated to that else you dont belong to the healers" Comes her little ramble. And she is dedicated to her craft dont get her wrong. "Mainly it was the moldy old scrolls that I had to dredge through that got me sleepy"
Debajirin hmms, nodding. "I suppose. Healering can be more strenuous than some of the other things, with all that's dependent on it and that." A moment of thought. "I'd be terrible at it." He can't help but give a little laugh, and then a sigh. "Moldy scrolls. Maybe they could be used as a sleep aid. But I ought to get back to my walls. Thanks for the massage, we'll have to do it again sometime. I'll tense my muscles up especially for you." A wink, and he wades for the shore