Debajirin is a good candidate, yessir, but also a stupid candidate. The threat of having to be up before dawn won't sway him from his occasional night walks,  one of the only times he is free of chores and not expected to work on other things. Bags under his eyes hint that he does this a bit too often, but, like any good candidate, he doesn't care. He pauses in his stride as the brown lands, admiring him unabashedly, and not even caring for the moment if he's staring. Rebelliously calm, if that's possible.

Dsalth likes admirers. You're looking at the best in the business bro, as he preens, spreading blazer wings just -so-. "Oh you bag of bones cut it out, no-one is around at this time to gawk at your flakey old hide.." P'rru flaps a hand intolerantly at his dragon and turns about, only to notice very few people about. "Everyone sleeps in at Ista, do they? tut tut" he tsks not noticing Deba yet.

Debajirin cocks his head to the side, taking a few cautious steps in the dragon's general direction. A hand passes through his hair, which is still damp from a recent venture to the baths, making the general 'do look almost nice, as if the fisherman gone candie cared as to what it looked like. A grin goes to the dragon, and he folds his arms over his chest, hoping that rider and lifemate won't mind his hovering. "You're really quite grand," is whispered softly the dragon, hoping the beast will hear him. He's not quite clear on the hearing ability of dragons.

Dsalth might be old but he isn't deaf, and rumbles a low throaty purr, towards Deba. P'rru of course, used to what dragon-sounds mean what, turns, peering through the shadows. "Come forth, lad, don't linger like some layabout..." he calls out. He's the blind one. In need of serious coke-bottle glasses.

Debajirin gives a little smile for Dsalth's reaction, raising a brow as he's called to, and obligingly stepping a bit closer, though careful not to go too close the the mighty brown beast. He's known some riders to be darn touchy about that. "Evenin'" he greets casually, arms unfolding from his chest to have his hands clasp behind his back as he tries to share some attention between looking for the rider and gazing at the dragon.

From his seat between pinstriped, stately neckridges P'rru replies with a formal "High Reaches Duties to Ista Weyr" and then clears his throat. "Lughead...manners" he obliquely reminds the brown who then arches his neck down to sniff at Deba. "Haven't we met?" Purr asks, eyes squinting to peer the candidate up and down. They all look the same to him. Meanwhile, Dsalth is still sniffling round the candidates feet.

Debajirin is quite obviously fighting back a bout of laughter at being sniffed by a dragon, what with the way that smile keeps jumping at his lips only to be fought back down, and the general quivering of his arms. The young man squints up at the rider, shrugging his shoulders after a moment's pause for consideration. "I don't know. I've met quite a few riders, I don't think I've known you formally, though I could be wrong. Debajirin?" The name is offered as if this might help to trigger some memory of him with the rider. At least then one of 'em would know the other.

From his seat between pinstriped, stately neckridges P'rru hrms for a moment, tongue probing the inside of his cheek as he rolls the name around. No regonition flashes so he shrugs "P'rru, Wingsecond of Mudslide Wing, Rider of Dsalth, High Reaches" he offers formal rank and title before kicking a foot out at Dsalth's forepaw "Shells, old boy, give the lad a break. You can't take him home even if Jhiateshyrth said she'd leave you alone if you brought her a present back.." le sigh.

Debajirin shakes his head regretfully to the rider's introductions, then allowing an amused look for Dsalth. Dragons will have to try and stop keeping him or taking him places, or his life will be even more erratic than it is now. "Who's this Jhiate- Jhiateshyrth?" he asks to both dragon and rider, whoever'll listen and might even answer him. "Cause maybe if you brought 'er some seashells from the beach, she'd accept those? I know Tstar's Elbareth quite likes seashells..."

From his seat between pinstriped, stately neckridges P'rru snorts "Jhiateshyrth" he begins with a gutteral clip to his words, indictaing intense dislike "Is my son's mother's dragon. And as you can work out, she has rather a hold on us, being the one who delivers my son to me every second day" Dsalth snorts aswell, in fact both rider and dragon make very similar sounds. "Tstar? Is she one who impressed with Hannah and Jozzie?" the clutchsibs he knows the names of.
 

Debajirin blinks at the snortings, and, on a sudden whim, deciding he quite likes the pair so far. "Son's mother's... Okay. I think I've got it, then... D'you not enjoy having your son spend time with you?" Not that it's any of his business, but meh. Shoulders are shrugged, face going blank, and Jirin shakes his head, devoid of any useful information in this area as well. "I'm not sure, to tell you the truth. Don't konw the clutches and dragons from 'em yet. Maybe something I should look into?"

From his seat between pinstriped, stately neckridges P'rru nods "Make sure that you do. Hannah's gold is the clutchmother, you should know that. She and Jozzie happen to be the only decent ones of that clutch. The rest are rather..disturbing. Like Naomi for example. She insists on popping by to visit me at home every now and then and always causes such a fuss with my girls.." he sighs and leans casually against Dsalth's shoulder. The dragon resumes his snuffling in the candidate's airspace. Breath that stale musky dragon breaht why dontcha! "Oh aye, I love having my son around, and his mother Kwa, aswell. She's such a little dear. But her dragon is just not compatible. In fact, it's amazing she let Dsalth catch her that one time.." shrugs shrugs. He doesn't even begin to understand the draconic side to it really.

Debajirin nods curtly, giving a meek "I know that much, sir. Dhiammarath... All the candidates know that. And I know Jozzie as well, I just wasn't aware their dragons where from the same clutch. I'll be sure to try and learn that." Of course, he has no problem with listening in to the rants about the rest of the clutch sibs and their riders, even if it means holding his breath and/or breathing quite shallow as he's snuffled. He thinks the dragon is quite lovely, really, but something about that already breathed breath... "I see, then. Is it often that two riders who are together don't get along with the other rider's dragon, or is this just a special case?" Curious little candi, ain't he?

From his seat between pinstriped, stately neckridges P'rru splutters "Together? Shells, Kwa and I aren't together. Jhiateshyrth rose, Dsalth flew her and we ended up with our marvelous son Kaorru.." does he have to explain the birds and the bees? "Now don't get me wrong, I'm fond of Kwa, but I'm an old man, and she is a young woman...she transfered to our weyr and lives a ledge over from mine. We try to raise our son together, even if we are not suited to each other.." he speaks fondly of the greenrider, a hand wringing round Dsalth's camoflaguedg straps slowly. "Anyway, I'm sure none of this interests a candidate eh? You should be nervous about standing, making bets on the eggs and such..." at least, he did.

Debajirin crinkles his nose up, ears turning slightly red at his mistake, and he nods, figuring that attempting to cover it up would be pretty pointless by now. "Oh, I see... Well, yes, okay... Good of you to do that for your son, I'm sure he'll appreciate having both parents in his life..." He's floundering now. "Oh no sir!" Look, he's gettin' used to calling riders sir now, "It's perfectly interesting. Not that I mean to be sorta nosin' in on your business, but still...  And I try not to be too nervous about standing, I think it's almost a waste of energy. Look forward to it, that's about all. And then there's the betting, and that I think I do too meticulously for some of the others... I've actually got it all written down in a nice little table." He's proud of his table.

From his seat between pinstriped, stately neckridges P'rru raises his eyebrows. Dsalth opens his maw above Deba's head. "You've got a betting table? Show me, lad!" he's a prodigious gambler and to date, a prodigous loser. In fact it's incredible he isn't in debt..well he might be if everyone tries to collect at once. "Anyone made any bets yet? I've got a good mind to find a decent wager.." even now he fumbles for his coin pocket, while high above, blunted yellow teeth and blotchy tongut loom perilously close to the candidate's hair.

Debajirin looks a bit lost for a moment, then points in the vague direction of the candidate barracks. "It's at the foot of my cot though... I just came from the baths, wouldn't bring it there. If it got wet, I don't know if I'd have the patience to redo the thing." And then the increase in dragon breath registers with him, and he looks up, shrinking slightly under Dsalth's mouth. "There are a few bets... I haven't had the chance really to talk to lots of people, right now's sort of a busy time, what with chores and that, mainly chores really, and then trying to sneak in some time with some old friends too... You must understand that?" His answers, of course, are a bit distracted. He's busy with thinking about being eaten.

Dsalth pauses just above Deba's head, as if he's measuring whether the candidate would fit inside. "Enough, lughead" P'rru reprimands with a fond pat on the shoulder. Obliging his rider, the brown recoils, looking smug as he settles back onto his haunches. Would have fit. Easily. "For shame, that you don't have it with you" Purr continues as if nothing had happened.."M'gol has been pressing me to bet on Nyla, but really, I'd not like to jinx the girl. It'll be a shame though, if she did impress. There'd be no-one to make clothes for me.." he muses, a fingertip scrubbing his stubbled chin thoughtfully.

Debajirin returns to his full height from his cowering position as Dsalth withdraws, eyeing the dragon for a good few minutes after that. "Well, yeah, I mean, generally it would be in my bag, but like I said..." He perks up at a name he finally recognizes, emphatic nods starting up. "Oh, I know her! She seems like a pretty nice girl... Don't know if being nice'll make a dragon want you on the Sands or not, but." He shrugs, folding his arms 'round his chest again. "There are surely other Weavers around the High Reaches?" He's got good suggestions, see?

From his seat between pinstriped, stately neckridges P'rru shrugs "Aye, she's a dear..well not that I know her well but speaking of dears, I must go and find Hynolonie then drop in on Kita while I'm here, Dsalth is getting impatient.." he excuses himself "Can't dally with candidates all night long, can I 'salth!" the brownrider bows his head "Well I'll be sure to catch you later in the sevenday and look over that table, Debajirin."