Sage is carrying her shoes in her hands, and she walks softly onto the beach. Focusing mainly on the sand between her toes, she then notices Debajirin out in the water, "Hey Deba!"  She calls out wildly, waving her arms in the air. Like if he couldn't see her.  Ahem.  "Hey!  Whatcha doin'?"  It looks like fun...and if it's a chore, /gasp/, she wants in!

Debajirin is halfway through a swipe as his name is called, and he makes the mistake of looking away from the undefined treasure he was going for, attempting to wave, and managing to land *splut* on his face in the water. He shoves his head up, still grinning, despite the fact that he's all wet now. He holds up his treasure- a dead fish- in greeting, and then grimaces at what he's found, tossing the thing with all his might as far from him as it might go. "Hi Sage! I'm just... Well, lookin' for stuff. I'm gonna make a sculpture in the sand, or try, at least... It's a way of practice for the eye," he gestures to the left one, which, for once, is the uncovered one. "And it cleans up the beach a bit, I suppose, of plants and dead fish and stuff... Y'wanna help?"

Sage laughs her head off as he falls, clutching her tummy as she points. Belatedly, she apologizes for laughing, and dropping her sandals by his lonely ones, she makes her way to the shallows.  And yes, she's finally changed her outfit from the boots, breeches, and tunic.  She now wears a tie-top, shorts, and those sandals on the sand.  So she wades in a bit, shaking her head as she listens to him.  He's hilarious.  Just cus...well, she's amused by him at least.  "So...that's why your eye is covered?  I don't get..."  She then nods, "I think that'd count as a chore- and I'd love to have a chore I actually enjoy!"  She grins and then stoops to grab up passing seawood, "What do we do with it?  Throw it on the beach and burn it?"  Or that's what Sage /wants/ to do.  Ahem.  She then ooos, yes, belatedly, but does, "A sand sculpture?  Let's do it!"

Debajirin sniffs, a faux sniff, but a sniff non the less, as he's laughed at. You'd think he'd be used to it by now, but nooooo... "My eye /was/ covered cause it hadn't worked for the longest time, so it was a habit, I just didn't use it. Now the healers want it to get working again, so they cover my good eye. They're insane, I don't doubt." But of course that's just his personal opinion. "But by this time the headache's not there, my head seems to have gone numb as a self defense. And the numbweed at the temples might have helped too." He cracks a smile, a quiet apology for his lack of joie-de-vivre at the moment. "But yeah, I was hoping to get something with more'n just sand too. Like, for example, the seaweed. And that wood you've got there'd do nicely too. What should we sculpt, that's the problem I'm having... I figure my creative part of the brain's one of the parts that's gone numb. Although I can see exceptionally clearly when that part's inactive..." Call it logic. And an attempted pun too.

Sage blinks, this time, really confused. "What do you mean?  How come that eye doesn't work?"  As blunt as she is, she certainly doesn't mean it to hurt his feelings.  Sage may tease, but is /not/ a vicious person.  She then nods, "I'm not a big fan of Healers myself.  Never been sick- and yet they always try to tell me I am!"  She snorts with a roll or her eyes, adding another pile of seaweed to the one already in her palm.  At his next comment, she then stops, looking blankly at him, "Wait- so it's your head that hurts?  What about your /eye/?"  You've confused her.  Not abnormal, but not good.  She frowns, hating to be confused.  She then nods slowly, trying to be helpful anyway.  "What should we sculpt...it needs to be something- something to stand for what we are."  Ok, so women won't work.  "What about as Candidates?"  Momentarily, she sees a sculpting of Candidates breaking their backs as a rider stands by, cracking a whip over them.  She smirks, mentioning the idea to Deba with a questioning look, then shrugs, "You got any ideas?"

Debajirin pokes himself rather 'firmly' in the eyebrow, wincing slightly and wishing he'd stop taking his bad temper out on himself. His finger then traces the little scar down, across the eyelid, right to where it stops at the cheekbone, and, with a frustrated grunt, he notes: "Wherry." The thought of 'perhaps she needs more explanation than that' is carried out with "When I was young. Got slashed, cause I was pokin' around where I shouldn't've been. So lost use of the eye for a bit while it was healing, and then it hurt every time I tried to use it, cause the muscles were sorta dead, so I just haven't used it. And now I have to again. And cause when your eye is straining, it's generally your head that hurts. For me at least. My eye's connected to my brian. Not sure 'bout the rest of Pern. Of course, other than that the physical wasn't bad... Any excuse to get naked in front of a bunch of women." He gives a wicked grin, grabbing at a shiny little shell he's found on the bottom, and going to the beach to dump his flotsam and jetsam. "I dunno, if a rider saw that sort a thing, we might be in trouble... Though we could do a dragon." Snort. "Or a tuber. Half-peeled. The seaweed could be the peel."

Sage listens and goes a tad pale, and gulps.  Her mother rarely let her out, so she had to sneak around. Sounded exactly like something that would've happened to her.  Then, a bit dramatically (though not on purpose) she ohhs and shakes her head, "I'm so sorry Deba- does it hurt?  Right now, I mean?"  She frowns sadly, shaking her head yet again, and jumping as a dead fish slapped up on her leg.  She screeched, then laughed at herself, only to laugh again at Deba's comment, "I'm sure you had the time of your life."  Getting nekkid with women, of could.  She laughs, "A giant tuber?"  She personally had seen the dominating rider scene as a prank, but she's not the grumpy, pushy type, anyway.  "A giant-tuber would be fun..."  And it would puzzle everyone from here to...everywhere else why there was a tuber on the sand.

Debajirin shrugs, pushing at the badly-positioned patch which slips down again after depositing his collection on the sand. The thing really was hand-made for his other eye. Poor baby. "It doesn't hurt quite that much, no... I mean, it did, but like I said, it's better now, so... Well, not better, but I'm either used to it or it's gone numb." He eyes the materials for sculpting skeptically, and looks over to her with a minimum of yelping and wincing. "Is that enough stuff, or should we get more? I mean, we could always get more if we need along the way, but there is something quite nice about havin everything there and ready for you... Oh, the physical was spectacular. I mean, that Yulianna. Mrowr." Yes, he's mrowring. Not unlike a big proddy feline from the South. "So a tuber? Unless you really wanted to do something else... Oh, something that involves complaining about our lots in life, and maybe a plaque too? Get a message across, sorta?"

Sage grabs up another load of seaweed herself, then heads his direction.  Her legs were thoroughly soaked by now, but thanks to her shorts- and her not falling- that was it.  She dumps her seaweed next to his, then nods, "Well...my mother always used to get headaches.  She'd take some herb-..." She grasped for the name, couldn't find it, and said, "And then would get someone to rub her neck and back.  Sometimes even her face."  She shrugged. Those might've been from stress, but it might help Deba anyway.  "I like the tuber idea.  But I do want it to be pretty big."  She smiles, then ohhs, looking at the seaweed, "I'll go out and scrape around for a bit more, just in case."  She heads out, though goes a slightly different direction, grabbing up most likely more than was needed.  Plopping it down, "That look like enough?" She then ohhs, "Yulianna?  Haven't met her...she's a healer, then?"  Sage only smiles suggestively at his mrowr, getting his message.  She's not unknown to do it as well.  Her face returns to normal as she nods, "A message yes. Something like 'Tubers..."  Erk.  She trails off with a blush.  "It needs to say something about how that's all we ever do...and we're always surrounded by them or something."  Exaggeration, yes?  So what?  Heh.

Debajirin ponders her massaging idea after dismissing the herbs with a wave of his hand. "Well, I don't want to drug myself up, as it were, but if you wanna give me a shoulder an' neck rub at some point, I wouldn't object." To say the least. He nods to her pile of plantlife, in fact, nodding to the whole idea of a huge tuber in general. "She's not a healer, she was just gettin' her physical at the same time I was gettin' mine. The lack of gowns was sorta fun too, but I'd hate to seem embarassed in front of a girl, y'know. Even if she is something like seven Turns younger 'n me. Age doesn't matter!" he announces, puffing his chest. "Oh, but a giant tuber, that'd be good... And we could write something like 'and these are only the /little/ ones or something... I think we could do a seaweed plaque... Maybe use some driftwood for it?" He kneels, starting to gather up some sand in a pile, and once he's got the motions of that down, closes the eye too, wee little girl at heart that he is. "I think Yulianna's actually a Trader, or a resident, or something like that... Trader sounds more right for her, so even if she isn't, or wasn't, she should be." He's gotten used to calling people whatever he wants by now.

Sage grins, "Who said /I/ would do it?"  She then laughs, "You know I would.  I hate to see friends in pain."  She nods back at his nods, then ohhs, "Yes, I do believe I've seen her now.  Still haven't gotten a chance to meet her, though."  Pout.  She wants to meet /every/ Candie at least once.  She then smirks, eyes wide, "/Lack/ of /gowns/?  How terrible!  I'd be so embarassed!" As much as Sage talks and flirts, she's innocence past that.  So she really would.  Not that she'd admit it, anyway.  She then oos and nods, "Yeah, we could do, 'And these are only the /little/ ones we do!"  Or take off the we do.  Whatever.  She's easy going, and isn't afriad o be told, 'No, that sucks.'  So you don't be afraid to tell her, of course  Not saying you're a wuss or anything...  Ahem.  She then nods, "Or just dig big rifts with the wood, in the sand...that how I always wrote stuff when I was little.  I still like seaweed for the peel idea."  She nods, then bends down next to him, "First, I think we should get our basic shape drawn...with like a little outline."  She nods, grabbing one of the driftwood sticks, then handing it to him. "Here."  It's all up to him to decided how big.

"Well, no one did, but I figured it wouldn't be bad to plant the idea in your head. I mean, just incase, after all." He attempts a wink, realizing the stupidity of this, and pulls the patch up onto his head, winks at her, and then shoves it back down over his good eye. His beloved good eye. His not painful good eye. "Oh, the lack of gowns wasn't that terrible... I don't know about her, but I didn't do too much looking anywhere but the face and that... And it wasn't all that embrassing until you get up and walk around the infirmary and forget that you aren't wearing anything... I think I scared her. But that's not the point. The point is, yes, let's do that, a tuber, and we could always draw in the sand too. Make the words so big that the sweepriders'll see 'em!" He accepts the driftwood, standing and tapping his chin with the drawing tool for a moment. "Now, let's take into account how much sand we have, how much time we'll be able to steal away from chores, ho much we figure we could do..." He bends, placing the wood firmly in the sand, and then, takin it with both hands, drawing the slow and steady outline of a tuber. "So, seaweed for peels, are we gonna try and make a knife or something too? And I think the peel should be half off." He meets the part of the outline where he'd started, standing back to stare at the nearly three-meter long, one meter wide sketch. "How's that, then?"

Sage grins at him, and at his attempted wink, laughs at the final wink.  She still is sniggering , and continues to giggle at his stories of no gowns, "I dunno...I have my hands hiding myself the entire time."  She most likely would, too.  She just would have to hope that her blushing would suffice for a gown, maybe.  She then nods, "I think the tuber should be raised itself, from the regular level of the sand, and then we'll pile seaweed on the bottom." She then hmms, "We could even make the peeled part have some flat edges or something, like how it's kinda uneven when you do peel them."  She looks up to him, to see if he knew wha she meant.  She then nods, "Well, if they think we're cleaning up the beach...that takes a long time..."  She shrugs.  She then hmms at his drawing, "That should be just fine."  Suddenly, she then, and yes out of nowhere, asks, "Are you going to that party tomorrow night?"

Debajirin gives a bit of a chuckle to her comments about gowns, then tilts his head at the outlined tuber. "Raised, eh? Well, that could be hard to do... Sorta half-raised, maybe, but I doubt we'd be able to get the full thing up... Unless of course that's what you meant. And flat edges would be a good idea... Maybe we could sculpt the thing first, and then just slice off some edges? It'll look more realistic that way than if we just try and sculpt in the flat edges. Nothing like the real thing to make something look- well, real." He begins pacing around the outline, stroking at his chin, and furrowing his brow just right to make himself appear truly diabolical.  "Yes, this would be good. So, shall we start putting in some sand? If we plan it all day, we won't be able to do it. And though planning is fun, it'd be so much better to have dragons flying along seeing a tuber with a rebellious message." Deba turns to look at her, one eyebrow slowly raising. "I'm hoping to, yes... If people are nice enough not to give me chores. I /want/ to go. Might ask someone to go with me too, just cause we're not allowed to do that sort of thing, really, in candidacy. Why d'you ask?"

Sage nods and doesn't say anything to anything else he says.  She immeadiately starts pushing sand to the center of the outline, only mumbling, "We can work our way out."  She's working faster than she does even when she's hurrying to get her chores done.  Deba's right after all, they had to hurry to get it done.  She start patting the top of it, then crawls back out of the tuber to push yet more sand along to the same spot.  Patting it, she sits back, "This is so bad, huh?"  She flashes him a smile, and then hmms, "I do hope someone sees it!  I hope a /lot/ of riders see it!"  She grins rebelliously, her small arms showing more muscle than expected as she pushes more sand along.  Isn't this great- a workout and a 'prank' all at once!  Ahem.  She ahhs and nods, "I wanna go to."  She then blinks, "Why do I ask?"  She stares at him blankly a minute, until an evil flash is glinted from her eyes, "Oh Debajirin!  You've caught me!  I've had this mad crush on you, and I was hoping you'd ask /me/ to go with you!"  She snorts and shakes her head at him with a laugh, "Come on- I was just wondering so I could look for you.  Any idea what you're costume will be?"  She then waits, "And no, this is not some hint for you to go naked or anything, either." She winks, patting the sand.

Debajirin follows her example in pushing sand towards the center of the outline, working with the same ferocity that a fisherman (one of the /other/ fishermn) might use to pursue a barmaid. He doesn't need that much effort when he pursues 'em. They flock to him. But moving on. "Ya. We can figure as we go along, I suppose. I mean, it will take a little while, so there's plenty of time for discussion." Even if he is heaping sand with his big monstrous fishing arms, even getting write down and using his pectorals as big burly shovels. "You girls, you're gonna need to get over me," he says in a very 'tsk tsk' manner, grinning to suggest that he's kidding. Cause he is, of course. "And you'd have a problem with me going naked? So many people seem to have a problem with my nakedness. Yulianna doesn't." Well, except when he went prancing towards her pantless, but he'll leave that bit out. "I'm considering, actually, going as a tunnelsnake. Cause I think that'd be easy enough to do for a costume... Or I might go as a fisherman, if I can't get anything else together in time. Who'll be able to guess it was me /then/?" He pushes in a bit more sand, and then pauses. "How tall is this thing gonna be?"

Sage would sigh at his thoughts, wondering when those fishermen would take time to pursue her.  She's gotten a few guys to like her in her time, but certainly no flocking.  There is one boy that she'd like to flock to her...but she rarely sees him.  Oh wait.  Two of them, but again, she rarely sees him, either.  Sigh.  But anyway, she nods, "Not too high.  Just a about 6 inches off the ground or so?  That's not high."  And it's what she's been doing, so she's not changing.  At his getting down and using his pecs, she laughs, and then looks down at her chest, "I don't think I ought to try that."  She needs to leave them clean anyway.  For one day...ahem.  Not like it'll be soon.  "I have a problem with nakedness...mine.  I'd be /so/ emabrassed."  Again, she states that.  She must be serious.  "I mean, at the Hall, I got up so extra early just so I could take a bath alone."  Poor little Sage.  And poor Deba for being her current confidant.  "A tunnelsnake?  Oh, don't be a fisherman! That's boring!"  Then, eyes wide and apologetic, she blurts out, "I don't mean fishing boring- I've never fished, I wouldn't know.  I jsut mean.."  Ugh, don't listen to her.  "I don't know what I'm going as..."  She mumbles softly.  Le sigh.  She doesn't know.

Debajirin tilts his head to her, not for the first time since they've started this tuber. "Alright, that should be easy enough then... And then we can pay more attention to detail than to height, and that's good too. Like drawing: Draw it small and detailed rather than big and hideously boring." He smoothes down a pile of sand of his that'd been getting a bit too over zealous, trying to keep his mounds uniform to the decided 6 inches. "Well, alright, so long as it's not me you mind... I'm proud of my nakedness. Or at least my pretending to not care 'bout it. Though I guess in a public place, where there are no healers to hide you, it would be a bit unsettling." He offers her a sympathetic look, miming patting her on the shoulder, though he's a tad too far away to actually physically do that, and grinning. "I would never have thought you meant that fishing was boring. And some people think it is, so I wouldn't have minded either. But some of the fishermen are boring. About as much intelligence as a rock on this one guy I knew... Oh, you're brilliant!" He actually jumps up and away from the sculpture in excitement. "I'll go as a fish!"

Sage gets more and more thoughtful between conversation pauses.  That's a bad sign.  And she's debating whether or not to ask Deba something- he'd not make fun of her.  Really, I'm sure he wouldn't.  Or would...what if he laughed in her face...or worse, threw sand at her!  Ahem.  "Do you care, though?  You really just pretend?  I spose I wouldn't care after awhile if I had ... uh-" She blushes and shrugs, "Someone to be naked with."  Ahem.  She's really stumbling over words tonight, but Deba is just so easy to talk to- it's his fault!  She then laughs at his exclamation, shrugging a slender shoulder nonchalantly.  "I know."  She 'haaas' on her fingernails, then polishes them on her shoulder, smug smile on her face.  She then ooos, "You should do it like if the fish swallowed you!  With his mouth around you're feet!"  That's be cute, "We could cut little eyeholes for ya in his tail."  Or he could stumble around blind.

Debajirin shrugs, still shoving at sand with any available body part. "I dunno. Depends the company I'm in. And the mood. Y'know, sometimes you feel just comfortable with anyone and are willing to do and say anything, and other times, you don't? Although I don't really mind, so long as no one else minds too. I like my body good enough. And as I may have mentioned, it's been a shellin' long time since I've undressed with gorgeous girls." He's confiding in her. What makes her think he'd laugh? "Oh, that would be funny... A fish swallowin' me. Oh, that would be really good. Maybe I could get someone to sketch it, I could send the sketch to Kristi back at home..." An almost wistful look touches his face along with the last sentence, but he charges onwards. "I'd do it myself, but I'd need a reflective surface, and I'll have to see how mobile I can be when I've been swallowed by a fish." A chuckle to the last comment, and he peeks over the mounds of sand at Sage. "So what are you planning to go as?"

Sage nods at his thought process about nakedness, "I spose if you look at it that way..."  She then shakes her head childishly, sheepish grin on her face, "I don't think I could do it.  I'd be afraid that everyone was looking at me!"  Thankful her face was downcast toward the sand she patted, she blushed throughly just at the thought.  And that's not what she was going to ask him- she knew he wouldn't laugh about that.  But this other thing.  She may not ask him.  It might make him feel...ugh.  She doesn't know.  "I could prolly sketch it for you..."  She offers, trying to turn her thoughts as well as be helpfile.  She finishes her side, peering toward his, "You done?  Almost?"  As she does so, she sees that wistful look, and raises an eyebrow at him pointedly, "Who's Kristi, huh?"  She grins now, sitting down as she starts to smooth the part that would be peeled.  "Oh it can be a fat fish...not saying you're fat!  I mean, then you'll be able to move!"  Man, she's just asking for it tonight.  She then ohhs, looking down at dirty nails, "I don't know..."

Debajirin inspectes the girl for a moment, and then comments: "I think you could. Oh, if you could, that'd be great! Would you?" He's excited. Another sketcher, is this? "Nearly done," he replies, patting at a bit more sand and then going over the whole thing with big sweeps of his arms. "Oh, Kristi?" Major blush here. "She's just this bartendress, she calls herself, from SeaCliffs. The Headwoman was matchmaking us and yeah... Hse comes occasionally... Oh, a fat fish!" Not to jump topics, ahem. "Movement is good." She maybe asking for it, but he's pretty good with these types of comments, making them so much himself. And now the player's curious as to what could be asked...

Ahhh yes, by inspecting someone, you can tell if they can draw or not.  Which Sage is not exactly a sketcher, but, "I could get the idea across, I'm sure..."  She had to be precise with constellation drawings and everything...so why couldn't she do this?  She smooths the sand, then asks, "Should I go ahead and start putting some seaweed on my side?"  She takes bit, a lays it towards the bottom, giving it a curious look before turning that same look to Deba, waiting on his answer.  She then smiles, "Oh, I do hope it works out for ya'll.  I mean, you seem to like her a lot..."  That's judging by the blush she saw, and then way he talked about her.  She then jumps at his jump to a different topic, "Uh, yes, exactly."  Oh...but this player isn't sure Deba's player would be up for a job as big as this...So Sage might be too embarassed to ask...for lessons on how to get guys to like her.  Ahem.  Deba didn't seem to have any problems...so to Sage, he looked like a pretty good teacher.

Debajirin grins at her, nodding to her question about seaweed and hopping over the sculpture, risky as that might be, to get his own few handfuls of the 'tuber peel.' "Well, so long as the idea's gotten across, then. I mean, just so that Kristi could show it to Feln and the other fishermen and that... They'd get a kick out of it, whether they approve of it or not. And I bet Io's kids wouldn't mind it either." Careful, Sage, he'll start reminiscing to you. "I hope it works out too, actually," he admits to her, sorta dreamily laying down a bit of seaweed at the same end she'd started. "I'll have to see what happens after the Hatching. Gettin' Searched is the possibility to ruin your love life, I've learned. Though she's doing quite well, I think. Probably better than me... She brought me wherry from home last time she came." Now she knows /all/ his deep dark secrets. Well, at least some of the more recent ones about Kristiana. And of course Deba would tell her. After all, like was pointed out, he's got no problems with getting guys to like him. Like that S'lide, rider of green Tromboneth... Though that's, of course, different in a way.

Sage points to the left side, "The peel should come up further on one than the other side...that way it's not like...stupid."  Oh that makes sense.  She lays a few strands of peel in an outline of sorts, "Do you think we should go that far up?"  She asks, raising her brows to him, and waiting to see if he would bring down some, or leave it the way she had it.  In the meantime, she starts to fill in the parts that she knew would have seaweed on them.  "This is going to be so cute.  And we're almost done!"  Sorta.  Sage raises her brows at him once more, "Deba...do you wish you won't Impress?  So you can go home?" Sage's player knew all those people elsealt, but not Deba and Kristi, sadly. Io's working her magic on her, too.  Ahem.  Then, "Couldn't she move up here, to be your weyrmate?"  She fairly quivers with the idea of a dragon and a weyrmate.  It all seemed so far away, and yet so bluntly unattainable to her. She then ahhs, "That's was sweet of her."  And Sage didn't mean to point out that /guys/ liked him...she meant the oppositie sex.  Promise.  Sage then turns fearful eyes to Deba, biting her lip, "Deba?  Can I-...can I ask you something?" Oh no, here it comes.

Debajirin beams at the peel suggestion. Positively beams. "That's good, yeah. Make it look like a tuber mid-peel as opposed to the impression of a tuber mid-peel." He strips a few bits of seaweed away, following his and her advice to make the thing look a bit more random, but hopefully still recognizable. "It will be rather interesting... Dont know if cute's the word or not." He's always a bit careful in using that word though. "I don't know... Do I wish I /wouldn't/.... It's just not me to wish that. I mean, I've travelled for a few Turns of my life, I go for things that are new, and Impressing would be new. And I can't see fighting Thread as becoming routine either." He pokes at a bit more of the seaweed before nodding in approval. "Should we start chopping the top now to make it look sorta flat, like you'd said?" A frown touches his brow at the thought of weyrmating. "I don't know... I mean, she and I weren't very far in our... Relationship, I suppose you could call it. And it wasn't going particuarly fast either, so weyrmating might be big. And I'd have to see how often I could get down to SeaCliffs to see her and that too... And it's not like I'm- Don't know if you want to hear this, if not stop me- in love or anything. I mean, not yet, though she's special." He pauses in his rants, let her stop him now if she will before he goes philosophical about love. "Ask anythin' you want, of course!" Yay!

Sage blinks and looks confused at his advice.  So, instead of raising you know what again, she just says, "I'll stick to the bottom, and you can do the top part."  Of the peel she means.  And so while she's busy laying out seaweed, she listens to him idly, yet partly fretfully.  She then nods, "I understand. Part of me really wants to, but part of me wants to be a Journeyman.  I don't know which I want more."  Lately, it seems like draggies.  But anyway, she nods, "Let's."  She follows him up to the top, handing him a stick, "This will help."  Carefully, she shaves off part, the strokes it smooth, "Like that?" She then nods seriously, "I know what you mean, don't worry.  The worst that could happen is that it takes a little longer for her to say yes and join you?"  She smiles and shrugs, trying to be encouraging.  Then, she blinks at his comment.  "I see.  Well, if you Impress, from what I hear, that really won't be a problem....I mean.  Your dragon will be first.  And it's ok if you love only as much as you can..."  Or, wait.  She's not making sense.  Or is she, "And things take time.  Try writing her letters or something."  She smiles another ecouraging smile, hoping he knew to make the right choice when the time came to choose.  "But remember...I just.  What if you Impress a green...and...you know...with whoever caught you're green?"  Or it could work the other way around, "That would make me really jealous if I were her..." She frowns, "Course you could close her off with you, but ya'll should before then 'cus I hear it gets pretty rough and you don't wanna scare her-"  She suddenly stops and blushes terribly, "Oh my!  Excuse me!"  She was just planning their sex life for them- crazy girl!  Then, at his answer, she blushes even more, "Deba...I want you...would you...teach me how-"  She gazes intensely at the seaweed with a sigh, "Get guys to want me?"

Debajirin takes the stick greatfully, shearing off another part of their lovely tuber, and smoothing it over as she'd done. "Yeah, that looks really good. Nice." He goes for another bit, smoothing that too, and attempting to brush the extra sand off without ruining the rest of the sculpture. "Well, hopefully, yes. I don't know how she feels, and I don't want to presume to know how she feels... Because I don't want to start thinking one way or another falsely. And I /have/ thought about flights... I don't know, it all depends on if she comes or not... It's so hard to tell if she'd be jealous... She tends to sorta hide that, seems to me she doesn't want to be a bother with how she feels. Not that she ever would be, I don't mean I'd take it that way, that just seems to be the way she acts. I'd have to talk to her about it, sure..." He takes a moment to eye the girl, hoping not to make her uncomfortable, but quietly glad for someone to share his thoughts with. "I'd talk to her about it... And I think I'd want to go with the other rider, actually. Because-" he sighs, chewing at his lip a moment before continuing. "Cause otherwise it's not me, is it? It's the dragon, mainly? So at least not at first, I don't think, I'd like to know how it'd be during a flight and... Don't worry, it's good to get it out of my head so I can think about it logically. Ask me more personal questions, if you care to do so. I haven't actually spoken properly to anyone while I've been here." He stops his answering, because she was going to ask him something. And at the question he grins at her, looking down to control his features. "You don't do anything, Sage!" he says as seriously as he can manage. "I mean, you act like yourself, and if they like you... If you change to attract 'em, you'll get fisherman types after you, and those aren't nice men. You want someone who wants you... Why, taking some time to find that, is it?"

Sage yawns, watching him, "We've done a good job."  She adds one more 'slice', then looks at it, "Do you think it needs more?"  She stands up, and looks down at it, "What doy uo think?"  She's tapping her chin now, then dropping her hand, she cites her lip instead.  As he continues to share his thoughts, she listens with a bright smile, "I'm really glad you're not pushing her,t hough. I mean, you could be a jack ass like some of the guys I've heard about."  But not really had a situation with, notice the difference.  And she's always glad to be an ear.  She knows how she needs to unload sometimes- everyone does. She's not uncomfortable unless she's planning like she did before.  But not because of him.  She then hmms, "You mean you want to...with the rider of the other dragon involved?"  She tinges slightly red, "I know I do.  I think I need the experience."  Since she's had none, "At least once."  And then she winks, "And with the stories you hear- it just sounds...very exciting." That's her opinion.  "You know, as a Weyrling, we're not allowed to leave at all.  And you'll have barely anytime when you're taking care of your dragon...you need to keep up the letter writing through that.  That's all I mean."  She then nods, "Thanks, I appreciate your openness."  She really did, know matter how corny it sounded.  She then pouts at his answer.  "That's all fine and dandy.  I know...but I mean...I want to catch they're eye..."  One boy, back at home, they were always at eachother's throats.  "I acted like a boy for so long..."  Then hearing that, she amends, "My mother was too pushy about me being a lady, so I picked up bad habits, wore "boy clothes", and cut my hair.   I'm beginning to wish I had stayed a lady...cus guys seems more attracted to that."  She then confides, "Another guy is a Candie...and I've flirted with him...but I don't know how to tell him I'm interested."  She eyes him, "Do you know what I mean?  Like we flirted like it was a joke...but I..."  She's obviously not looking for the love of her life at the moment.  She might one to try a few dishes before ordering. ;)

Debajirin stands as well, and, despite the dull throbbing that's returned to his head from that eye of his, looks the tuber over carefully. It finally gets a grunt of approval, and he turns to her with a grin. "I think it's good. I think we need to write the message in the sand, and then I think it'll be a completed masterpiece. And I hope it stays on the beach for a while. It'd be a shame if a Weyrbrat came and smashed it the very next day. Cause then what would the sweepriders have to look at?" Glad for her agreement, he turns a kind eye to her. "Well, yeah, that's sorta what I've been going for... I mean, not pushing her into anything. It's not like I want specifically another rider either, I mean, it'd be alright with me altogether if that wasn't part of it, mating flights and the like, though they do intrigue me... But Kristi, ah, she was in a hall basically from whenver she'd've been interested in a man in that way, y'know... And then she came to SeaCliffs, and then I came to SeaCliffs.. It pro'lly sounds sorta stupid, but like... It'd be okay for me, cause I've, like... Yeah, but her is where I'm worried." He shakes his head in dismissal of his thoughts on that, before looking to her somewhat secretively. "And as juvenile as this may end up sounding: can you sorta... Not go tellin' everyone about that?" It's almost a private thing, despite the way he'll talk about it. "Ah, right, catching the eye... Well, at Igen when I was growing up I had a friend like you. Y'know, short hair, spent time with the guys. I would've approached when I was sorta at that stage, but I didn't want to ruin the friendship we had. I'm a romanticist though, so it may not be the same for everyone. And this Candie of yours, well... Spend time with him, let him get to know you. Everyone's beautiful somehow, if he sees that in you, great. But remember, you've hardly got time for a big thing with the candidacy."

Sage smiles at his grunt, "I spose that's a good grunt, huh?"  She then paces around the tuber, and then at the bottom, "Oh dear.  We still have to write a message."  She pretends to faint, and insteads just plops on her rear with a yawn.  "Dear me."  She then grabs a stick, "Or wait, how are we writing it? Seaweed...or?"  She then shakes her head at him, "Trust her if she ever tells you how she feels, you'll only have that to go, you know.  I mean, you can't be at fault if something happens, and she said it'd be alright, but then gets mad."  Oy, is she making sense?  She then shivers slightly, "I think it'll be fun, though...if I Impressed a green, boy, for /once/ guys would really get after me!"  She laughs and shrugs, and at his question, turns a serious gaze to him, "Of course not.  I assume you won't tell anything I;ve said either?" Fear suddenly clouds her eyes, but she tries to hide.  She trusts Deba. Really she does.  She then hmms, "Well...we're not really good, close friends..."  She makes a gesture to Deba and smiles shyly, "Like us..  So I don't really think that's a problem.  But...speak as plainly and crudely as you need to..."  She eyes him carefully, "What would attract you first about a girl, if you were going just on looks?"  She then laughs, "Honey...I'm not /really/ looking for a big thing."  Like always, she talks big, but we'll see what ends up happening.  Which Deba will prolly know...as will Zella.  She then cocks a brow at him, "Don't you want to know who it is?"

A sage nod comes from him at the mention of a message. "Well, we could always do both." He peeks over at the pile of seaweed, pleased with the amount remaining. "We could dig it out wiht a stick, and then fill the hole with seaweed. It's more permanent that way." Debajirin sighs, and joins her in the sittin position for a moment. "I would trust her completely. But she often starts her sentences with things like 'not to be thinking of me,' or 'if I were you,' things like that." He hunches slightly as he smiles at the thought of his 'friend' and then stands, going for the stick he'd been using to shave the tuber. "I won't tell either, don't worry. Completely confidential. And first attractions, well... Not speaking from my point of view, cause my point of view is sorta, well, different than that of others, but you need to be confident... Confidence seems more attractive than shyness. And it depends on what the guy finds attractive too. I, for one, have a bit of a thing with necks," he whispers, grinning somewhat goofily. "But make yourself look neat, wear clothes that won't hide your figure- it's amazing how many people think they have ugly bodies when they don't- and... Whatever style conveys you the best will most likely attract the right type. I'm sorry about the repetitiveness, but that's all I can really offer. Big brother at heart, I am."

Sage oys, "This is taking a long time.  You wanna do the work for me?  I'll put the seaweed in.  You've got those strong muscles, though..."  She's points to her girly arms, with a smirk.  She ahhs and then nods, "Then somehow, you need to get her to be honest with you?  Tell her it's the only way things will work out, because otherwise- how will you know what to do?"  She then laughs at him, "Necks?  I dunno...guys's necks don't reallly get me going."  She then hmms, not that guys and girls have the same necks.