Early Morning Hair Design

Candidate's Barracks
Long and low, this large room angles back into the mountain in a near-perfect rectangle, devoid of windows and hearth. A functional room -- the black volcanic rock has been painted with a cheerful mural, with the other walls painted in green and orange thoughtfully, before resuming the stark simplicity in the seemingly endless rows of cots that scatter back into the shadows. A small clothespress sits at the end of each puce-covered bed -- yes, puce. Every cot sports a rather gaudy and obnoxiously purple cotton coverlet, leftovers from PranksPast. Boys to the right, girls to the left. Enjoy.

Kaslarna sits on her cot, mostly reclined, but still showing signs that she is awake. Mostly the fact that she is sewing gives this away. Occasionally mutters of "Sharding thing." and "Get in there." can be heard, though she does try to moderate the noise in regard for the other sleepers. Glowbasket beside her cot is tilted so that Kas can actually see what she's trying to sew, instead of sewing herself.

Awake? Pff. Despite the routine of getting up at this time to join the ranks of porridge-makers, Debajirin has found some way to 'sleep in' for today, though not entirely soundly. The Fisherman-Candidate dreams, quite obviously, legs twitching, little sounds forming in the back of his throat, and blankets already nicely thrown off the bed by his unconscious movement. Not unlike a canine who dreams, really, as he goes so far to roll over with a garbled name of some sort (containing a 'qua' sound) and *thunk* in perfectly predictable fashion, lands bum-down on the floor, waking soon after the impact, and staring around the room, just a bit dazed.

The muttering of the asleep Deba are heard and grinned at, before "Shards." is muttered again as Kaslarna stabs herself. As Debajirin falls out of his cot, Kaslarna can't restrain her giggles, but hides her face in her robe, muffled noises testifying that she found that amusing. Finally she calms herself and removes her face from the fabric. "Good morning Debajirin." she calmly says, doing anther stitch

Debajirin bites at his bottom lip irritably, rolling his hips to rub at a bruised buttock, and not-quite noticing the muffled Kaslarna giggles. Too tired for him to get those types of things yet. However, upon being greeted, he offers a less than pleased look towards the cot where the sound originated, spending a great deal of time brooding, and finally offering a bit of a wave with the hand that's not rubbing at his wounded ego. A throat clearing, an eye-blinking, and he nods. "'Morning. It is definately morning," is agreed, a bit of a scratchy voice of yet, and he gives up the butt-stroking to stretch mightily, and then tilt his head Kas' way, soon to scurry nearer to her cot on all fours (oh, he's up, but he's not physically getting up more than he has to) and peering at the robe. "So watcha doin'?"

Kaslarna has to restrain another fit of laughter and the urge to pat Debajirin on the head. "Working on my robe." is the reply to the question, though stabbing herself with a needle might be a better answer. "Are you alright?" she asks, deciding that its better to mention the fall than pretend she didn't notice. "Shell!" is exclaimed as Kaslarna realises that she's managed to stitch her sheets into the robe as well.

Debajirin blinks at the robe, then at the other candidate, and gives a slow 'aaah...' "I guess I pro'lly should've known that, but sometimes maybe people like to be told things." He's talking more, he's waking up, Ista Weyr beware! "Ya, I s'pose I'm fine. I mean, I fall on my behind all the time, so I'm really quite used to it. Interrupted a very interesting dream though. But I suppose this way it's more likely I'll remember that dream, so... It's a give and take thing, in the end." His explanation finsihed, he jumps at her exclamation, ducking behind the foot of her cot, only to peer up carefully over the edge. "What happened?"

Kaslarna holds up the offending article, pulling the sheets up as well. "I've only gone ans sewed my covers into my robe. Now I'm going to have to unpick most of this." she lays the robe aside, obviouslt disguseted with herself. "So, dare I ask what you were sreaming about?" she asks, raising an eyebrow,

Debajirin gives a sympathetic "Eep," for the cause of the sheets and robe, and then rubbing at the back of his head in an attempt to stimulate brain activity. "It's too bad they aren't white, or you could maybe work them into the robe... But I don't suppose Dhiammarath will want us all in multi-coloured sheet-robes. Too bad, imagine how much prettier it'd all be. But don't worry, picking out stitches isn't /that/ bad. I've unpicked my entire robe at least twice, if not three times." At the question of the dream, he shrugs, turning just a bit red around the ears. "Well, it was actually sort of a running thing... Cause I was like running around the sky, and there was SeaCliffs, and well, I went there, and then there were fish and barmaids and fishermen and headwomen and it just goes dowhnill, really..."

Kaslarna sighs and starts to unpick the robe. "I don't think that I /really/ want anymore details, I can probably guess the rest." she says with a smile. "Mulitcoloured robes would be nice, but I think that some of the candies have decided that multi-coloured hair would be even better." She pats her own brown hair. "I'm considering doing something with mine anyway."

Oliana blinks from where she is, making her cot.  "What was that?  Color your /hair/?"  She straightens and shakes her head.  "Looks fine as it is!"  She tugs the final sheet into place, smoothing it over with her hands before deciding it's made just /perfect/.

Debajirin ahems, quietly folding his blue-dyed legs under his body, even if everything under his neck are still hidden (hopefully) by the foot of the cot, and nodding. "I think I could see you with... Oh, maybe red? Or silver, if you can acquire the dye, cause that would just look... Interesting, at least." He pokes at his own head, grinning for the bald strip. "I like the creative hair cutting, rather than dying, at least for the hair on yer head, but y'know, to each his or her own. I imagine I could hardly sway that many people to dye their leg hair and make themselve half bald." He peeks over to Oliana, having not noticed her before, what with the excitement of falling from bed and the mal-stitched robes. "Oh, morning!" is offered her way, no matter how long he may have been ignoring her or not. It doesn't really matter to the Fish.

"Morning Oliana." Kaslarna also greets, so caught up in her sewing frenzy and cursing that she didn't notice the other candidate either. She nods to Deba "Sounds like a good idea that, silver sounds interesting. I'll have to have a talk with Kiyna and see if she can help with the idea. She seems to be the expert about dye in the barracks anyway." More stiches are unpicked, until finally the sheets drop free. "There." Kaslarna says, then starts sewing again, making sure to hold the robe up this time.

Oliana inclines her head and smiles.  "Morning," she responds.  Her eyes glance at the creative hair cutting and then flicker over to Kaslarna.  "Silver?  But you're hair is /brown/, how would it ever take on silver?  That's such a pale color..." her voice trails off.  "Though, well...I've never tried dying. Maybe it'll work, I dunno."  She glances at her cot and backs into, sitting down on the newly made covers carefully.

Debajirin nods, getting a bit excited, and jumping up in all his morning glory to lean against the foot of Kaslarna's cot. "Oh, yes, Kiyna! Y'know she helped me dye my Kuk! Kuk's the fish puppet, right? And she an' I made him all silver an' blue an' green with little gold streaks, he looks really good actually! So yes, talk to Kiyna, definately." Nodnodnod. "Congratulations, too," he adds to the sheets and robe, giving a little grin. "See, this is why I don't often sew on my cot... You are a brave, brave woman."

Zella stands in the entrance to the barracks, leaning against the doorframe as she eyes Debajirin and his hyperness. Finally, she just shakes her head, chuckles, and enters the room with waves to both. "Finished your robe, Kassie?" she asks as she plops down on her cot, hands clasped beneath her head. "And how are you both?"

"Still neatening it up Zel." Kaslarna replies, waving the robe and managing to stab herself with the needle again. "Ow." Then she grins back at Deba "I thank you for the complement, but I'm not that brave. We were talking about dying hair." Kaslarna changes the subject quickly and the person its addressed to, now looking at Zella.

Debajirin bows over the foot of the cot, careful, though, not to get anywhere near the robe, especially the needle, and then with a sigh re-settles himself in a cross-legged position on the floor behind the foot of the bed. "Anything for you, really," he comments dryly to Kas, then turns a beaming face to Zella. "We're good! Well, /I'm/ good," he corrects, then nods along with the hair dying comment. "Mmmhmm, we were thinking about talking to Kiyna. How're you?"

Zella grimaces as Kaslarna jabs herself, and she turns to her side to be able to see them both. "Careful there," she murmurs. "Looks like you're getting a lot further on that thing than I have on mine." She reaches under her bed, pulling out a piece of fabric, still unsewed. "I think I'm going to ask a rider for an old one." At Kaslarna's last words, she picks up a lock of her hair, peering at the girl through the white strands. "It's not so bad if you do just part of it for the first time. It looks neat, and it's not as drastic." She raises an eyebrow chuckling. "If you're good, I'm the Lady Holder of High Reaches, and I am well, thank you, sir," she replies.

"I could have a red strand and a silver strand if I could find the dye." Kaslarna muses to herself, deciding that she can work on the robe later and shoving it under her cot. "I'm good, apart from bleeding slightly where I keep stabbing myself." she adds, before giggling at the Lady Holder comment.

Debajirin crinkles his nose and furrows his brow at Zella for a moment, and then, with a full-body shrug, lets his features drift back into their normal un-wrinkly selves, and wavels. "Umm... No problem, really. M'Lady." And here, he can't help but give a little guffaw. He nods to Kaslarna, positively beaming at the idea. "Oh, that would look /so/... Good, I think. Would you have 'em on the same side, or opposite each other or- well, where on your head would you have 'em?"

Zella oohs at Kaslarna, overhearing her words. "Taht would be quite nice," she replies with a grin before looking toward the robe. "Maybe you can intice some older yet not-so-bright weyrbrat to do it for you. Or maybe a rider, like that Naomi woman. She's not all there-- thinks my name is Faranth." Zella nearly cackles at that before snickering at winking at Deba. "Oh, have them right next to one another!" she suggests.

Debajirin returns Zella's wink with something of a great big, not evil, in fact almost good-looking smile (he's figured out how to make himself especially not ugly over his candidacy. Comes fromt twisting his face every which way as he attempts to maintain those zig-zaggy beard things), quirking an eyebrow at her. He blinks as he catches the Naomi comment, quirked eyebrow going into a full-fledged raise. "She thinks your name is Faranth? Why for?"

"'Cause I told her it was," Zella replies nonchalantly and with a shrug. "She told me her name was Khaye, so I had to have a reply, only I thought she would realize I was being sarcastic like she was, but now... she calls me Faranth... and seriously, too." The starrie snickers and shakes her head. "So what keeps you all holed up in here and not out doing some lovely chores." Hand raises to wave at Oliana as she also offers a smile.

Oliana grins and nods to Zella.  "Morning," she says, leaving her arranging of her clothes press for a little later, after all.

"I think that I'd prefer to do my hair myself, rather than entrust to to a weyrbrat." Kaslarna replies to Zella, fingering her hair. "Perhaps one streak of each colour to either side." she ponders. "I'm lazy." is her excuse for not doing chores at the moment, before Kas waves at Oliana again.

Debajirin gives a laugh, shaking his head. "Well, I suppose maybe she was one of those people who are confused enough to believe you?" He clings to the notion that next to everything this one says is probably a joke or wrong. And he probably will until proved otherwise. "Although I guess Faranth sorta suits you... I mean-" and here he raises both hands, flicking the right, "Zella," and now wiggling the left, "Faranth... It works, y'know, in some way or other." He grins at Kaslarna. "I can just imagine what a Weyrbrat'd do to yer hair..." And back to Zella. S'like ping-pong, really. "Oh, cause it's early and no one's come and crashed the barracks yet. Maybe all the riders are sleeping in." And he hops onto the bandwagon, waving to Oliana as well.

Oliana grins at the waves.  "More talk of hair dying?" she wonders, fingering her wild brown hair.  "I don't understand you all.  Won't it be...er...wrong out on the sands?  I mean, we have to wear nodescript white and have long hair bound back.  I'd think colored hair would rank right up there with things not to do, wouldn't it?"

Zella laughs and shakes her head. "No, I meant the robe. Your hair... no, that is something you wouldn't let anyone else just do." She looks at Kaslarna with a smile, pondering the dye job,  before nodding. "Yes, that would look quite neat." She grins toward Debajirin, laughing. "I am just like an ancient gold dragon, am I not?" she asks with a wink. "Too funny..." She shrugs toward Oliana, smiling. "Perhaps, but mine was done long ago. I'm not changing it for /them/."

"I've worked with the brats. I /know/ what a mess they'd make of my hair." Kaslarna says to Debajirin with a wince. "Probably end up yellow or something yucky like that. Perhaps I should also grow my hair longish, that way I could braid it." Plenty of hair musings from Kaslarna, before she oohs. "Perhaps I could just plait ribbons into it, to give it colour and extra length.."

Debajirin shakes his head to Zella, with a bit of a groan. "No, I don't mean like that. I mean, Zella and Faranth seem to go together quite well? And you aren't exactly golden, but... Well, you're probably proddy from time to time?" Eep, this isn't going well for him, as far as he's concerned. "Oh, ya... They'd probably cut it for ya too, y'know. And possibly glue it. But at least it'd look sorta creative," is suggested with a bit of a half-grin to Kaslarna. "Oh, and if you want, I'd help ya braid it? And ribbons would look /really/ neat... Oh, see, I should have long hair, it's so much more fun..." And here he sticks out a lower lip and goes into full-blown pout mode.

Zella chuckles at Kaslarna, nodding. "With what they'd do, you would definitely scare away the hatchlings," she replies with a wink. "You could do like... braids all over." She laughs toward Debajirin, raising an eyebrow. "Proddy? I don't know how to respond to that..." She does look a little dumbfounded but still amused. "But you should grow your hair out. That would be neat."

"I'll have to find some first." Kaslarna says, but its rather muffled as she is head down, spoaching around under her cot for stuff. "Could of sworn I had some in here before." she mutters, before swining her head up again. "I thought I had some, but they seem to have gone missing, either that or I forgot to bring them." she shrugs. "What colours do you think would be good?"

"The only reason you don't kno how to respond is because it's true," Debajirin concludes smugly, ceasing his pout to poke at his hair curiously. "Y'know, that would be sorta neat, and it's been like this for about two turns now... I dunno if I'd make it /too/ long, but it might be interesting to see what it looked like longer." Imagine: Debajirin with that feathery hockey-hair. "Oh, I'd go with... Well, white might be nice, and maybe some green, and I still like the idea of red... Maybe red and white? That could be pretty."

Zella chuckles and nods. "If I had brought anything with me, I would've let you borrow it, but maybe one of the other girls has some stuff. And I liked how you said silver." She turns toward Deba with a raised eyebrow. "I'm not proddy, 'cause I'm not a rider. I just know what I like and when I'd like it..." She grins at Deba's words, nodding, "Right, and when it grows out, you can dye it blue... Meanwhile, ooh, yeah, red and white does sound nice."

Kaslarna tilts her head, considering ideas. "Maybe do lots of colours, red, white, silver, green, blue, purple. The possibilites are endless." she says. "Yours would look nice long and coloured as well." Kaslarna adds to Debajirin.

Debajirin beams to Kaslarna, flipping his hair, which doesn't do much aside from wobble his head a bit, and giving a thoughtful hmm. "Y'know, ya... I don't know if I'd do it blue, though. I've already got the legs blue, maybe something to compliment it as opposed to just... Makin' it the same? Avoid the monotony, y'know?" But back to the hair at hand: that belonging to Kas. "Oh, lots of colour would be neat. And it'd be more original, cause everyone is colouring their hair, but you could just have the ribbons... And I'm pretty sure Kiyna had ribbons. We used a red on for the mouth on the puppet. So we should really talk to her." And to Zella, he scoffs. "Proddy's just a state of mind, I swear. But whatever, so long as you know..." Wink.

Zella grins and nods. "I think that would look neat! And maybe they wouldn't make you change it for the Sands. I would hope not, anyway, as most of us have some sort of hair... thing... going on," she adds, with a gesture to Deba's legs. She grins and nods. "Kiyna does, more than likely, and no it's /not/, silly boy." Chuckling, she shakes her head. "But that's not the point... The point is that... Well, I don't really have a point." With that and a grin, she turns over. "I'm gonna take a nap, though, and dream of you, Deba, in my eternally proddy fashion..."

"Sleep well Zella." Kaslarna says as Zella heads for sleep, before turning her attention back to Debajirin. "What would complement blue? A darker blue, yellow?" she suggests then nods. "We really do need to find Kiyna, or at least find some ribbons anyway." The idea of putting ribbons in her hair is growing on her. "So, whats on the list of chores for today?" she asks idely.

Debajirin giggles a bit to Zella, wiggling in the delight of being dreamt of. "Aye, well, have /good/ dreams then," he wishes her, and then shrugs to Kaslarna. "I think Yellow could go quite nicely. I mean, orange and blue go fairly well together, but it seems pointless to dye my hair orange, so... Yes, we should find Kiyna... Or, d'you think she'd be opposed to us going through her stuff?" He doesn't /want/ to offend anyone, but just as Kaslarna is getting used to the idea of ribbons, he's leaning towards the idea of being able to play with hair, hopefully. "Well, I dunno. I'll probably have to clean up after breakfast... And I think I've got nanny duty again, but I like that, so it's alright... Just stuff, I suppose, I don't want to have to think too much about it. You?"

Kaslarna hmms. "She might mind.." she says, then stiffens. "I remember where I left them!" she exclaims triumphantly. "Some of the brats that were back at Reaches gave me a collection of ribbons and I couldn't remember where I put them and now I have." She prods the gold on her shoulder into wakefullness, then prods the other three. "I could send these four instead of us poking through Kiyna's stuff?" she suggests. "I think I'm on weeding again."

Oliana walks back in, her hands looking wrinkled from water.  She nods to the other two, rolling her eyes as Azi makes a racket from Lina's cot as if welcoming her back.

Debajirin deflates, and shrugs. "I suppose that's true... Too bad or- You do? Oh, nice of those 'brats to do that... Well, oh, yes!" He finally agrees to the prospect of sending the firelizards, bouncing up from his seat on the floor, and gesturing to the foot of the cot, actually on the cot this time. "Can I sit there? Oh, hey," he adds to Oliana, and then oohs. "You got weeding? Yer lucky... Be outdoors and that, probably be nice, eh?"

Kaslarna uncurls Emmys tail from around her neck. "Now Emmy." she instructs. "Go back to Reaches and pick up these. Then bring them back here. Take the others to help you." Emmy chirps in understanding and takes flight, the other three following after her. "I hope that she understood the pictures alright." Kaslarna says as she watches the four disappear ::between::. "I really should have remembered to bring them myself. Sure you can sit there." she adds, before waving at Oliana in greeting. "Heyla again."

Oliana nods to Debajirin.  "Hello, again," she says cheerily, making her way to her cot and sitting on it with some finality.  "I hope I never have to scrub dishes again!" the girls sighs, rubbing her hands on her knees as if trying to smooth them out and dry them off.  "Hello, Kaslarna."  Another smile.

Debajirin happily plops down on the cot, oohing a bit. "It's squishy, sorta, eh? Kinda like... Well, a cot. But nice, very nice." He pokes at the thing a bit more, and then decides "I like your cot." Oliana gets a sympathetic nod. "Dishes, eh? I feel your pain, really I do. Didja have help? I always find it goes better if you've got other people 'round there. And if ya hum. Definately if ya hum. Or sing, or something. Give yourself a beat to work to, really." Work advice from Deba, cue scary music. But back to business. "So how many ribbons are you gonna want, Kas?"

Oliana shakes her head.  "A bit of help, but they seemed to think that because I'm a baker apprentice I enjoy washing as much as cooking itself."  The girl rolls her eyes and flops down on her cot, Azi making an agitated squak as she's forced to move out of the way.

"I'm not sure." Kaslarna states thoughtfully. "About ten or something do you think?" she glances up at the spot her firelizards vacated from. "Taking their time." she comments, but right on cue, the four return, dropping four small piles of ribbons onto Kaslarna. Kas grins. "Seems my instructions were clear enough after all."

Debajirin nods to Kaslarna, counting on his fingers a bit. Math is not his strong point. He fishes. That's all. You don't need to count. Either you get a big catch, or a little catch. "Ten would be good, I think," he nods, holding his hands up and peering past his fingers at Kas' head, as if sizing it up, in a way. "Well, if you're a baker though... At least you sorta know what you're doing, right?" He beams at the firelizards upon their arrival, nodding. "I'm sure you're very good at giving instructions. Shall we start, then?"

Oliana shakes her head.  "Who /doesn't/ know how to wash dishes?" she wonders, not moving to sit up enough to face Debajirin, remaining instead sprawled out as she is.

"Sure." Kaslarna says, untangling the ribbons and spreading them out over the cot. "Lots of good colours." she comments, smoothing some of them down. "Want to help Oliana?" Kaslarna asks her fellow candie.

Debajirin oohs, leaning in a bit to oogle the ribbons, and giving an approving nod. "Those 'brats of yours did a good job, it would seem..." He waves his hand, invitiation for the baker to come over and join the fun. "You could maybe do the right half of the head, I could do the left? It'd get done faster, that way. Maybe make your hands less wrinkly from the dishes too? You'd be surprised how many people don't know how to do those, though. Like some people don't know how to do laundry. It's... weird."

Oliana blinks.  "Help?  With what?" she wonders, finally pushing herself up enough so that she's resting just on her elbows.  Her eyes flicker over the ribbons with some curiosity before she smiles at Debajirin.  "Maybe, but it's not excuse to make me do it /all/" she drawls before her eyes go back to the ribbons.

"I've decided that raher than dye my hair, we'll plait it full of coloured ribbons." Kaslarna elaborates "Some of the brats weren't that bad. Of course, some were just plain evil."

"There'll always be evil brats, especially in a Weyr," Jirin concurs. "Or," is added as a bit of an afterthought, "if they've any relation to Iona. But that's quite different." He nods in agreement to the explanation to Oliana, adding his own tidbit of "It'll be fun..." as persuasively as he can manage before poking testily at one of the ribbons. "So, which colour d'you want we should start with? And do you have any idea of where you want each colour, or should we make it random?" An evil grin for randomness.

Oliana ohs softly, and hoists herself up, weaving her way between other candidates and cots until she's sitting next to the other two.  "I can try.  I don't know how great I am with braiding hair, but I can give it a bit of a try."  She smiles.  "Those ribbons are nice.  Much better than dying your hair, I think."  She selects on and waits for Kas' instructions.

"Just grab a colour Deba, and put it anywhere you like." Kaslarna says, twisting round so that her back is to the pair who are doing her hair. "I have no objections to any colour." She untangles another knot of ribbons and holds several backwards for Debajirin and Oliana to choose from.

Debajirin hmms, beaming at a nic dark red one, and selecting that one first, a bit greedily, as he doesn't necessarily want someone else to take it. Draping the ribbon over a leg (his leg) he inspects the head before him, and takes a good strand of hair, seperating it into a few parts, and attempting the first and all-important part of gettin the ribbon secured with the hair at the top thanks to several twists and near-knots here and there. "I hope this is how you want it done," he mutters through teeth clenched in concentration.

Oliana takes up the blue ribbon and seperates a chunk of hair with the other, free hand.  Then, while keeping the ribbon twined in with her fingers, she begins to seperate the chunk into strands.  Next, ribbon is added as the final strand, looped about and tied at the top.  "This will look /great/!" she enthuses.

"I'm sure that whatever you do will be fine Deba." Kaslarna says, selecting a ribbon of her one and starting to try to twine it in her fringe. "I'll have to try to find a band to keep these out of my eyes." she muses while she ties. "This will look great." she also enthuses back to Oliana.

Debajirin grins, gettin over the tricky part, and starting with the braiding bits. "See, I'm just never really sure of my style. Countless times my sisters had me undo and redo their hair until I finally got what they wanted, so I'm careful with it now, I suppose... See, what you'll get here is a little ribbon going in an out of a braid," he explains, fingers soon re-learning the well known movements, and his speed of braiding increasing. "Now, do you have something to tie the ends with, or should we do that with what's left over with the ribbon? The ribbon ought to hold pretty good, but then there wouldn't be much of it sticking out the end of the braided part..." He peeks over to Oliana, maybe using what she's doing for an example of what he ought to be doing.

Oliana begins the actual braiding part.  "We could wind it about the end and knot it, or simply cut it off.  Either or will work, I think?" She grins at Debajirin.  "Oh, Kaslarna, tell me if I pull or something, ok?  I'll try not to."

"Just knot it about the end I think Deba." Kaslarna suggests. "That might be the best options." She raises a hand to Oliana, being unable to nod at the moment. "I'll let you know." Her fingers keep twisting her white ribbon in her fringe.

Oliana gets down to the end of the chunk of hair she's working with and, after some muttered curses, she manages to knot of the end.  "Well, it's not the prettiest thing..." she says regarding her work.  "But it's nice.  It'll get better, I'm sure."  The next selected is a bright green.  "Where'd you get all of these?"  Lina begins to start on another piece of hair.

Debajirin nods dutifully, having come to the end of the first little braid, which ends up about one centimeter wide, and making extra-careful to put a good strong knot in the thing, though trying not to pull either, reminded of that aspect by Oliana's comment. "Right, same for me and the pullin', right?" he comments to her, then reaches for a nice purple ribbon that attracts his attention. "Ooh, here's a nice colour... Let's do this one at the side, near the front, eh? It's purple..."

Oliana hears off in the distance someone calling her name.  She hurridly finishes off the green ribbon and sighs. "I'm sorry, I've got to go.  Probably something's dirty in there again."  She rolls her eyes and pushes herself off the cot and back up.  She smiles apologetically and waves slightly.

"Thanks for you help though Oliana." Kaslarna calls after, before releasing the ribbon that she has just finished twining herself. "Purple would be good at the front." Kaslarna says with a smile "Purple is good." she adds, before picking up a yellow one and starting nearer the back of her head.

Debajirin nods, then, scooching forward a bit on the cot so as to get right up close to her face, seperating out the hair that would be needed for the task. "It's been so long since I've done this," he comments before going into his concentration mode as he attaches the ribbon amidst the larger lines of hair he intends to use for the braid. "So did you ever do things like this at the 'Reaches?" he asks hopefully, always happy to hear about previous homes.

"I didn't really." Kaslarna replies "I was usually to busy working around the place, doing cleaning and stuff, then looking after the kidlets." she shrugs "I saw others having their hair and the like done, but never really wanted it for myself."

Debajirin hmms, launching into the braiding part. "So you did a lot up there of what you do down here, then? Cleaning and kidlets and the like?" He eeps as he gets his fingers conveniently stuck, doing his best to unwind them without creating a nice little bald spot on her head. "Did you ever like to do the others' hair then?"

"Never really tried Deba, was never really asked." Kaslarna admits. "Hair things weren't really my strong point. And yes, candidacy is rather similar to what I used to do at the Reaches, except its quite a bit more fun, especially with the rest of you." She twists the ribbon in her hands. "How about you?" she asks, changing the topic "Where abouts are you from? I know your a fisherman, but the rest I've heard is all bits and pieces."

Debajirin pauses in his braiding, pinching the strands of hair together so as to free up one hand, with which he goes to give a little pat to her shoulder. "You poor deprived girl... Though I guess if they weren't your 'strong point' it would be alright." He should've been a hairdresser, really. He goes back to his hair twisting, blinking, a bit surprised to have the conversation turn around. He's not used to being asked these things, usually just offers them. "Well, depends how far back you want to go, I guess... I was born in Igen, raised there. Travelled from Igen to eventually SeaCliffs, my runner broke, so I stayed there to get enough marks that hopefully I could get another runner. Course, I probably could've afforded a decent one a while ago, but y'know, some things sorta came up and I was wanting to stay there, and then I came here. Roughly. Lots of stories from it, though."

"You should hold a story-telling night one night." Kaslarna suggests "Tell all the other candies your stories. I've never been to SeaCliffs." she adds. "What's it like?"

Debajirin laughs a little, nodding, whether she can see or not, as he's sorta at the side of her head, doesn't matter. "I can see it now. Put all of ya to sleep, I'm sure. Though you do meet some interesting people along the way." He's finally gotten to the point where he needs to tie the ribbon at the end. Huzzah! "Well, it's nice enough. The weather's sorta similar to here, it's just a bit farther north, so... I dunno, it's scary though. There are fishermen, and that in itself makes it odd. The people are great, worth a visit, I'd say... What about your 'Reaches?"

"Reaches is scary as well. Also, its cold. Very cold." she shivers in emphasies. "Plus we're all mad there as well. The riders seem to be the maddest of the lot sometimes." she smiles, finishing her knotting. "I'll definately ask T'say to take me by SeaCliffs after the Hatching."

"That'd be great!" is his hearty agreement to her coming to SeaCliffs. Debajirin reaches for another ribbon, a white one. "So, a white one oughta go in the back, so as not to take away from the one you've got in the front their?" Gesture to the fringe. "I'd like to go the the High Reaches at some point... Of course, in the summer. I've never been where it's actively really cold, so I'd hate to kill myself over a visit... And it'll be easy now, cause I may as well accept the dragon rides and stuff. Easier then gettin' there by runner, for sure. See, we could maybe arrange something of travel plans, you and I, in showing each other 'round the previous homes..."

"Reaches is better to visit in the summer than it is in the winter." Kaslarna agrees. "Mind you, in the winter the dragons sometimes have snowball fights which is kinda fun as well. But the summer is nice as well, cos you can actually travel to places rather than be blocked in by drifts."

Debajirin shudders. "I'd hate to imagine a dragon snowball fight... Those things must be huge! It sounds like fun... Much more than the sandball fights we attempted at Igen. Those just stung and hurt and got in yer eyes." He frowns, undoing his previous scooching to return to the back of her head, and start with the white thing. "Maybe we could try and crawl over the drifts, though? Get a dragon to haul you out when you're stuck... But I guess summer would be better. Maybe if I visited a second time, it could be winter. And SeaCliffs, well, so long as you don't come during a storming period..."

Kaslarna drops the ribbon that she was braiding as she remembers somethings. "Sorry Deba." she apologises "But I've really got to scoot off and start some chores before a certain rider who shall remain nameless comes looking for me." She reaches under her cot and fishes out a thin strip of leather which she loops around her head. "That should hold them back out of my eyes." she says, before turning to face Deba. "Thanks for the help." she says, before attempting to hug him, then rising and hurrying off.

Blankets are thrown back to allow the buoyant leap of Isoldi from cot to floor. There seems to be little transition from a dreaming to a waking state with her, something that likely has courted attacks from others who aren't quite morning oriented. Not that she cares. No, no, far too busy both dressing and remaking the cot, seemingly both at once. One can only loathe such energy.

"Oh, no, don't apologise, it was more than fun, I, thanks..."  Debajirin attempts his reply, quickly un-tying his fingers from her hair, and turning positively red at the hug, smiling dopily at Kas as she leaves. "Nameless riders," he muses to himself, standing from the cot and stretching rather luxuriously, then pointing a finger at the dressing/cot-making Isoldi and giving a big hearty "TUNNELSNAKE!" His usual greeting for her, but can you feel the emphasis this time 'round?

Zella yawns and stretches, making odd little waking noises before smiling upon the others. "Morning...afternoon...whatever it is, to you all," she murmurs healf-asleep as she sits up. Debajirin's words cause her to sit up quicker. "Tunnelsnake? Where?" Then she sees he is pointing to Isoldi. And she looks a little confused. But she chuckles anyway.

Tunnelsnake indeed, and one who's been frightened out of her wits. With a squeal, Isoldi vaults from floor back onto the cot where she dances around a little to discharge the rush of nervous energy that accompanied such a feat. "Eeee! Fish, I swear...one of these days, you'll stop my heart, and then who'll be around to give you lovely compliments and...and..." She goes still, eyes squinting at him to get a better look. "You're blushing! My my my my my..." A devious grin spreads across her face as she hops down from the cot and saunters over towards the young man, twiddling a wave of greeting at Zella as she goes. "Yes...that is a definate tint of happy red in your cheeks," she notes, closer now and thus able to perform a more thorough inspection.

Debajirin turns ever-so-briefly to Zella, pausing in consideration, and saying "I think it's still morning. See, it's still fairly early. In a while, then there can be dilemma between morning and afternoon, but for now, it's morning. Ya didn't sleep that long. Hope you had good dreams?" She /had/ said she'd dream about him, after all. But now's not the time for ego, now's the time for laughing quite a bit at Isoldi's surprise, and nodding up and down and up and down. "Well, I'd really rather steal yer heart than stop it and... No, I'm not." He shakes his head resolutely, looking at the ground a bit embarassed like, all humour from his earlier laugh gone now that he's been caught. "Happy, sure, but that's just cause I got a hug. Any hug is worth a blush, especially if it's from a nice person. I swear, that's all there is to it!" is his persuasive *ahem* argument, pivotting on one foot to turn away from her and attempt to re-gain his normal, not quite so red, colouration.

Zella giggles at Isoldi, shaking her head before grinning at the blushing Debajirin. "You think after all this time around us lasses," she murmurs as she searches for clothes, starting to derobe right where she is, "he'd have squashed those blushing grubs running around in his veins." She winks toward him. Chuckling at Deba's question, she nods, pulling her shirt over her head before nearly purring, "You were /splendid/, dear boy. Now how are you both doing?"

"A hug! So you've another admirer, then?" Isoldi is not one to waste a teasing opportunity, particularly one as lovely as this. "I don't think -I'm- the one who needs to worry about having their heart stolen," she laughs when he swivels away, shaking a finger at him and grinning widely. But, in order to show some small snippet of mercy, she does pad back to her cot to repair the damage done by bouncing on it. That should give him plenty of time for the color to fade. Provided she doesn't purposefully provoke it's reappearance. Say...by remarking, "I do wonder how one man can possibly stand up underneath the weight of so much female admiration though. Perhaps I should change my vocation from tunnelsnake hunter to Fish-bracer, and follow you around in case you topple over from the sheer force of being so squeezable."

Debajirin is more than glad for the distraction that is Zella, a place to put his attention other than the teasing Isoldi. "Well, y'know, the blushing is a form of appreciation," he nods, decent enough, or perhaps not wanting to blush all the more, to not oogle at her in disrobing mode. "I don't think I've got to worry about that too much here though, the whole heart stealin' thing," he retorts innocently to Isoldi, with a shake of his head. "I mean, a lot of the girls here aren't exactly my type, and I'm sure I can control myself for the most part around those that are." Blink to her next remark. "Except of course if you're following me around everywhere, cause then I might fall for you instead, and where would we be?" Back to Zella with an "Ooh! Was I now? I'm doing good, just for that comment of yours. And, well, the whole hugging and attention thing, to be perfectly honest." Isoldi gets one more beam. "But y'know it's not really that bad, I swear... I think she was just showing her appreciation for me having helped her do her hair."

Zella chuckles toward Isoldi, shaking her head. "Aah, really? Many guys must appreciate us, then, hmm, Isoldi?" She grins and finishes dressing. "So you finally got her hair done, eh?"

"I'm wonderful, as per usual. People as magnificent as myself rarely have an off day, so..." One pale eye closes in a wink towards Zella before Isoldi quirks a brow at Debajirin. Isn't that cute! Innocence! "Mmmhmmm," she mmhmms cryptically before offering another lopsided grin. "Well...can't have that now, can we? Falling for me, while admittedly a common thing amongst gentlemen, would simply cramp my style far too much. Even as lovely as you are, Fish." As for 'just showing appreciation', she'll simply shake her head in that sage way that says she thinks otherwise before continuing on with the resettling of the blankets on her cot. "Appreciate us? I don't know about that. I seem to inspire equal parts adoration and annoyance."

Debajirin stares at Isoldi for a good long time, and then rolls his eyes. "Right, I'm sure. What's with the mmhmming there, eh?" Although maybe he should just leave that. "Well, ya, falling for you would sorta get in the way of some things though, it just wouldn't be good, in the end. And if it's so common, well, I hardly want to be common. And I wouldn't want anyone's style to be cramped, or anything, so... Ya. We'll have to just admit that we wouldn't be good together." He sighs, starting to feel a bit stupid, and wandering to his cot, to seat himself amidst the unamde yellow covers. "Not finished, no," is said to Zella, "but she had some chores, and we didn't want to get in trouble. We got a fair amount done, though, so it was alright. Worth the hug, I dare say." He blinks back to Isoldi, and gives a head shake. "No, you aren't annoying or anything. And 'course I appreciate you people. Why not?"

Zella snickers good-naturedly toward Isoldi as she plops lazily back onto her cot. "Let him fall for ya, Iso," she murmurs with a grin. "That always makes it fun and worthwhile. Of course, the whole breaking the his heart part is sad, when they come crying back to you, but you get over that." She shrugs, still smiling, before standing. "Well, I'd best be off to chores. See you both later."

Isoldi's head cranes about so a decidedly odd, blinking look can be given Debajirin. For a moment, her expression is entirely blank, matching the absolute lack of color in her physical appearance nicely, before a dramatically pained look comes into play. "Oh! My heart!" Hands reach up to clutch her chest above the aforementioned organ. "His heart? What about -my- heart? I'm hurt...I truly am. To think that falling for me would get in the way of a life." Sniffles rise pathetically up from the cot's covers as she tumbles into them and burrows, disappearing from sight. "See you later, Zella!" also drifts up after a moment, along with, "And I'm quite annoying when I put my mind to it. I'll show you."

Debajirin is ignoring any looks Isoldi will be giving him. Of course, as she starts her rant, well, he feels he has no choic but to look at her, and then peering at her, somewhere between afraid if she's at all serious, and bemused, and completely exhasperated. Somewhere in there. "Your heart'll be fine, I'm the one who was gonna cramp your style," he replies dryly, patting his own chest. "It's me you ought to be worryin' about. Like Zella said. And 'sides, I can't be fallin' for too many people all at once, where would that put me, really? I mean, imagine the mess we'd have to clean up afterwards, all the exploded or broken hearts and that... I wouldn't be able to go anywhere without encountering someone I'd hurt... Same way for you, exactly the same!" Or so says he. Of course, he's now talking to a lump of covers, and feeling a little less authorative, so he waves to Zella, and glares at the lump on the cot before quitting his own to go and kneel next to the Isoldi-form. "You really are an illogical tunnelsnake, y'know that? You're gonna get caught, and beaten with brooms and that."

"Well...perhaps I'll take a number then and wait. Mama always did say I needed to cultivate patience, and waiting for your heart to be free and my style to not be cramped ought to do it." The nice thing about conversing while curled up beneath a many layered lump of blankets is that one's expression is completely hidden. Even tone of voice is muffled nicely, giving Isoldi the advantage of not revealing a thing. Serious? Teasing? Who can tell? Ha. See, she can too be annoying. One eye does peep out from beneath concealment at mention of a beating, though. "I am not illogical. I'm misunderstood. Advanced. Born before my time, perhaps. And if anyone tries to beat me, I'll go hide in my tunnels and raise tunnelsnakes and loose them on all of you up here and have my revenge that way. So there."

Voices. Jayden hears lots of voices. Voices are /bad/. Very /bad/. Mumble. Groan. Whine. 'phinboy rolls over under his covers, burying his head in the not-so-fluffy pillow. "Go away," is mumbled incoherently to the bearers of the evil voices. "Very far away..." For first time since Search, Jay has no chores this morning...and he was planning on sleep in. Bad voices. Isn't he just the epitome of a morning person?

"Patience is over-rated, you should know that by now," Debajirin says to Isoldi. Unless the blanket works the other way and muffles his tone to her, he'd be condescending. "But wait for me all you want. I don't mind, just that you'll probably be waiting a very long time, unless there's a very big change in several things." How's that for cryptic? The whining-type noises from Jayden draw his attention away from the Isoldi-lump, and Debajirin peeks over towards the cot more than happily. "Oh, come on, it's not /that/ early," he says, either comforting or still in condescending mode is hard to say. But back to the problem at hand. "Oh, right, sorry, misunderstood. I should've known. Apparently a lot of people and tunnelsnakes are misunderstood. That's why so many tunnelsnakes are killed and eaten, and so many people are... well, put up with, I suppose, cause you generally can't kill and eat them. But I think you'd do well with a group of tunnelsnakes under your command. You could rule the Weyr, possibly without help of a dragon, cause you could get them to eat all the dragons." He has just developed a thing for eating. Comes from skipping breakfast.

The grumpy mubling draws Isoldi's head out from under the blanket, the original Morning Person herself sending a quick grin over in Jayden's direction. "Wake up! No sleep for the wicked." Not that she has any idea whether or not he falls into that category, but it certainly sounds good when one needs a snappy retort. Then she throws the covers back and sits up, rewarding Debajirin's efforts at conversation with a deliciously somber look. It's scary to have that much conscious control over one's own expressions. "Indeed, Fish. Lack of food has made me silly, I think. But then...babbling nonsense is good for a person, don't you think?" She reaches out to ruffle his hair then bounces to her feet. "And look what you made me do...this'll be the third time I'll have had to make this cot. Tsk. For shame."

Meral peeks out from under his safe haven of covers. A wary gaze is cast over the group of people -- trying to fine them; he hears voices. He's stayed quiet, but now his own voice chimes in with its merry tenor. "Hello," he greets slowly, pulling back the covers just enough to show his head -- yes, he does sleep on his stomach. Head turned to the side as he watches others, he adds a few bland inquiries, such as: "What are you talking about?"

Debajirin smiles sweetly at her, his most charming smile, really, and gets to his feet. "See, now, rebellion should be encouraged more than patience should, in my opinion. And the possibilities, thinking of all that might happen, that's quite amusing to consider, you have to admit. Especially with impulsive people. I've been known to be impulsive. For you, I'd try to be, in fact, if you really like." He skip-hops back to his own cot, instead of making the thing just smooshing all the covers into a slightly more recognizable pile, and turning back to his beloved Tunnelsnake, hands on his hips. "Oh, yes, fruit, definately! What d'you like, redfruit? And klah, well, I'm the klah master! I can make the best klah ever! Pour it, at least, and if you want sweetener, I'm not bad at stirring. D'you want a meatroll or bubbly or somethin to go with it? We could work with that too, but if you want to do it on the way. And don't even say that. It's a well known fact that when fish have hair, you have to play with it, as it's so rare. And nothing's better, right?" Blinkblink. Meral's 'Hello' catches him somewhat off guard, and he spins to the other, finally offering a meek little wave. "Morning! Or Afternoon, whatever the case may be." He's turning into Zella. Shards. "We're discussing breakfast and the hair on the existant fish. You wanna come for breakfast?" In a quieter tone to Isoldi, he adds, "A Chaperone, y'know... We could always use that, or else we'll get that mess goin' again." An arm is held out, should the Tunnelsnake want it, and he prepares to exit.

"A chaperone. Lovely idea, that, given that there are rules that even we impulsive ones must adhere to. At least while others are watching," Isoldi agrees cheerfully, nodding graciously towards Meral even while tucking a hand into the crook of Deba's elbow. "Fish hair is the absolute best, I agree. But your idea of a decent breakfast is rather overwhelming....just fruit, just klah, and just your company, and I'll be a blissful tunnelsnake. Much more than that and you'll turn me into a rolypoly 'snake. Then I'll have to waddle everywhere and my friends will laugh at me and I won't be able sneak up on people half so well..." This is all delivered in the most mournful tone of voice, wonderful contrast to the look she's slipped into now: bright, bubbly, sunshiney. So sunshiney in fact it's as if she's protesting her lack of tolerance for sun's exposure.

"Hair on fish? Like... oh, nevermind. I don't think my mind is even far-fetched enough to conprehend that." He's truly getting images of fishes with afros. Meral even goes as far as to peel the blankets from himself, propping up his knees once the covers are completely gone from his gangly body. "And, well... rolling tunnelsnakes?" Oh my. "You people scare me." Mabey Meral is more sane when he's freshly awoken -- after all, he did sleep in. A wonder idea sleeping in is. He stretches languidly, emitting an oblivious yawn. "Anyhoo. What's this about breakfast? I'm a tad hungry, possibly." He doesn't know.

"Well, I'm glad you think so as well, then. Fish hair must be appreciated by more than one person," Debajirin drawls to Isoldi, giving a snerf at the idea of a fat tunnelsnake. "But you'd be cute, you have to admit... I mean, the little roley poley tunnelsnake, all rosey cheeked and bad at sneaking like ya said and awww.... Don't worry, it'd be well worth it. Imagine, all the people drawn to you just to stroke your belly?" He reaches over with the intentions of giving her hand a little pat, beaming at her shining face, and then nodding to Meral. "We try, sometimes. To scare people. Only I, personally, wasn't trying this time 'round. But yes, we were gonna go get breakfast. Fruit and klah, and maybe meatrolls or bubblies, and they probably have some porridge stuff left over, though by now it's probably all gooier than normal... But if you'd like to come, I'm sure you'd have a good time? Isoldi can be rather amusing."

Isoldi cants her head quizzically to one side. Frightening? Them? "Nor was  I trying to scare anyone. But we could," she says earnestly, "Personally, I'd rather eat. Even at the risk of becoming round and rosy and adorable enough for belly-strokes." As for being amusing, she quirks a brow first at Deba and then at Meral before remarking, "I think I might try to become a solemn little thing next week. Delighting everyone with my presence does grow tiring, and I'm not always adept at gaining the laughs I'd like to.


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