Debajirin is all clean and shiny-like as somewhat excited strides, a run that cannot be disguised as anything slower, bring him a bit farther down the beach, face still somewhat read for having been interrupted mid-bathing by a certain rider. Some people and their ideas of tact... But the message, if it's not some cruel prank in an attempt to get even with the candidates, seems well worth the price of finding oneself standing in front of a dragonrider with nothing left to hide. Ah ha, and there would be the wandering Kristiana, as he was informed. This brings about a positively delighted inhalation as the speed is picked up to full tilt, and Candied Fisherman goes careening her way with an ecstatic yell of "Kristi!"

Kristiana skips another stone across the water, whisteling softly to herself as she does so, and begins to reach down for another when Debajirin's voice greets her. Turning quickly, grin flashing across her face, she waves, calls a "Deba!" and starts hurrying over to him, arms already opened for a hug. "I'm sorry to take you away from whatever you were doing. It's just that I only had so much time, and I wanted to see you because I might not get to visit again soon, and I hope you didn't get in trouble with anyone or anything." Done with her rambling, she just stands there with her arms open, grinning.

Debajirin comes to something of a screeching halt, though it's more an expression than anything, as one cannot properly screech when halting only succeeds in sliding across the sand, some of which is kicked up in the process. "It is!" he announces with a positively monstrous grin, nodding to her explanations, even if the speed of the nods threaten to make him dizzy, fueled as they are by his attitude and her well-missed rambles.  Even as he goes about enveloping her properly in a bit of a crushing hug, he gives his responses, "No, no interruptions, I was nearly done anyway. Didn't get in trouble with anyone, don't worry, and y'know if there's to be any distraction the thought of you waiting for me on the beach is probably one of the most preferable, at least that I can think up. What do you mean, you've only got a little time? Are you due back soon, or is your ride? Cause if it's a problem of transportation, well, the Weyr is crawling with other dragonriders who probably wouldn't mind doing the service. I hardly see you now." The last emphasized with a tightening (yes, it /is/ possible) of the hug.

Kristiana grins and revels in the hug, returning with a mighty squeeze of her own. "Well, things have been busy at the pub, and I feel I'm always taking time off. Not that it bothers me, mind you-- not in the slightest. But the others are noticing, and I don't want to waste the rider's time. But I will, of course, try to come whenever I can." She pauses with a happy sigh before continuing. "How are you, though? Is everything going okay? I see you've not had any new fashion changes in the past sevendays." As she says this, she leans back slightly to take a look at him. "Playing well with others?"

Debajirin exhales in a huff for the squeeze, as he would think appropriate to do, and gives a bit of a sniff for the explanation. "The others. Honestly, I wouldn't think you'd care what /they/ say! Not like Bert's never, or was never, at least, cause maybe he's changed, but it's not like he'd never take time to go play with his avians. Same thing, you're just goin' to play with a Fishing type, that's all. And that Trouff, you were always sayin' how little time he puts in. And I guess in the end I miss you, and though the thougt of you coming lots is fantastic, you coming lots and staying for a long time, that's just... Enough to knock one off his feet, shall we say?" The rambling form of it, and he shrugs as best he can. Wrapped in hugs as he is. "I'm well enough. Things are going fairly nice, no big confrontations with riders or anyone of late... No, I can't think of anything else I'd like to do. And they've been putting me on stable duty a lot, so I can't go back to dresses, so ya, it's the same." He peers at her in return as she leans away, and then gives her a lopsided smile. "I always play well with others. Don't you know?"

"Of course I don't care what they say," Kristiana replies quickly. "I just don't want to leave them stranded.  I mean, as you've chores to do here, I've work to do there, and... such. And they're drudges. They're different. They're hardly getting paid like I am." She stops quickly at his words of missing her and smiles almost blushingly. "I wish I could come lots and stay for a long time. It'd be nice to spend time with you again, like we used to.  I mean, I guess it's different now, because you have this... dragon thing, and I've work. Though I've always had work... I really don't have a point to this, so--" She just waves her hand, chuckling slightly. "That's good, that things are staying safe with the riders, and also that I didn't return to see you... like... with weird designs on your arms like my friend Kryz has. Only those /are/ pretty neat." She grins and nods at his words. "I'm sure you're the hit of the candidacy," she says with a wink.

Debajirin shrugs again for the drudges. "Well, still though. Get that Trouff to come in, unless he's got some newer kids. And there are others, I remember I've seen a few other girls in there, and at least one other guy servin' the drinks... Still, I suppose. Of course, our chores are to 'keep us busy,' or to give the riders free slave labour. We don't get payed, so I suppose... Still though." A quick pout and he's back to his original mood of the night. "Yes, things are certainly different. No boats, no, well, hardly no freetime, though it's been getting a bit better recently. And the dragon thing isn't so much of a thing. An ambition, if you will, to replace my old one, that's all." A firm nod, and he's more than happy to move on. "Designs? I can't help but wonder what those'd look like... What sort of designs?" Careful, he's got that spark of interest behind those eyes again. "Oh, the hit, definately. I've already got, let me think... Four new women I'm supposed to love by the end of it." He shudders in a quick mock of that. "No one's happy with just bein' friends anymore," is added in a somewhat teasing tone. Not directed at her, mind.

Kristiana laughs and shrugs. "I think he has like six kids now. Or seventeen. I've lost count. Whatever the case is, he's quite busy. And there is another 'tender, yeah." She nods, chuckling. "You get paid in a dragon, I guess, or in... well, I really don't know what else, because you definitely have no income here. I feel sorry for those who have things to buy when they get out." She shakes her head. "And that sounds like a nice ambition. I hope you're successful at that. It's always nice to see people successful with things they hope for. And they're neat. He painted them on his arms." She legs go of him to point out the trails. "Sorta curvy up and down his arms." She shrugs. "But he's an artist, so he can do all sorts of things. And, oh, so are you, but I've never seen you with paint." She raises an eyebrow, shaking her head and smiling. "What am I gonna do about you meeting all these new women?"

Debajirin blinks, counting on his fingers briefly, and then turning back to her. "So, he's got like... Lots triplets and twins, or is he just... Busy?" Blink. "Y'know, nevermind, that's not really something I need answered." His face takes a slightly pale tinge a moment, but he's back soon enough. "A dragon? S'possibility. Or I get to come home, either way, I suppose, in the end it's good. If I go back to SeaCliffs, though, it'd take /ages/ to save up for that runner again. I mean, it's not like I've been spending madly, but if you find the opportunity to get some /nice/ charcoals and whatever..." A shivery swoon is given as explanation of that. "I dunno, though, either way I suppose it's good. I mean, dragon. That's intriguing, yes, and probably would be... ground-shaking. But some other things are too." Moving on. "Painted 'em? Interesting... Never painted /on/ anyone, thouch Kas and I- she's another candidate, was in the kitchens one day?- had discussed doing such a thing." He shrugs, rolling his shoulders in something of a stretching idea upon being released, and then holding a hand up defensively before cowering down a bit. "I don't know, but you'd best do it quick. Save me, set up a guard." His voice drops quite quiet as he peers around, and in a hoarse whisper, admits, "They scare me." Straightening of his frame is soon to follow, and one hand offered as the other gestures along the beach. "So, walk with me 'fore they track me down?"

"He doesn't know how to button his trousers," Kristiana replies quietly and with a chuckle. "And I have been saving up. I don't really have anything to buy anyway, except drinks and harp strings occasionally, so I could help you get your runner, even if you don't come back. I mean, I know riding a dragon will be a bit better than riding a runner, but still, if you want it..." She grins for a moment. "Or I could get you some charcoals and hides. Much cheaper than a runner, surely. And yeah, I wouldn't bet your life on getting a dragon. Plan either way. 'Sides, Iona says idiots only Impress, and..." Enough on Iona's thoughts. "And perhaps you still could. I could see if Kryz would do it for ya, unless you think you could handle it. Might not be too hard."

Debajirin shakes his head for the offer (of money, not Trouffie and his trousers) with a bit of a modest sniff. "Naw, it's alright. Saving up, why, that could be my next ambition! And 'sides, SeaCliffs is a nice enough places, if or when I go back, it's not like it'll be a hurry to leave. And charcoals, ooh, that would be the ultimate thing, really, and much more useful, at least immediately and aesthetically, than a runner. No, I'm not betting anything on the dragons. Maybe assumptions on the colours in the eggs, but no bets. I know some other people, riders that I've heard of, are betting on Impressions and that stuff. But they've got dragons, and dragons know a bit more, so... Anyway, yes, it's bad to plan for one thing and only one thing at such a turning point. Oh, does she now? Well, I'd hate to end up all Impressed and that then, I mean, what would she think of me? And y'know I only strive for Iona's approval. Although I'm sure she has many an interesting thought on the Weyrfolk. I remember one visit of hers..." Insane, is that Headwoman. "Na, I wouldn't need to do that. I mean, I'm sure most of the whole style thing'll end after Hatching. 'Cept maybe for the legs. I like 'em blue." He nods, emphatically, at that, to the next question. "Yes! Well, not all girls. But some of 'em, like the ones here. They're the scary ones. No, you don't scare me. At least not like they do, they're just... Off. And you, you're, well. Ya." He positively beams, not quite able to keep from offering a hand squeeze right off the bat. "It's been so long, y'know, since the opportunity to do that."

"Well, you're always getting stuff for me--pillows, plants, shells--that I wanted to do something for you!" Kristiana replies defensively. "So you gotta let me. I'm giving you no choice. And saving up is good. I like to save up because then you can by nice stuff. And, yeah, I have to say I like SeaCliffs more than anyplace I've been, besides home, but home... makes me think of the young me, and I've grown a lot since then, naturally." She grins, nodding. "It's final then. I'll get you charcoals. Have you been capturing candidacy in sketch? I bet that would be a neat gift for your best candidate friends to remember everything by, since some will be leaving." She shrugs and smiles. "That'd be a hard thing to bet on, wouldn't it, if you don't know anything about the dragon? Sounds.. odd... And you're not an idiot, and Io knows that, so her theory would have to be refuted if you Impressed, right?" Just shaking her head at the thought of Iona and that conversation, she looks down at his legs, chuckling. "They're odd, all right. But... interesting, to say the least." She chuckles at the talk of the girls, looking a bit happier knowing that he's not all: WHOO! GIRLS! and returns the squeeze of his hand with a grin, leaning slightly against him. "You think anyone would notice if I kidnapped you and made a run for it?"

Debajirin pffts through the miracle of blowing air rapidly through his front teeth. "But only the pillow really costs anythin'. See, they might be gifts, but they're in different categories as well. If you're going for paid-for gifts, at least. And 'sides, you do lots for me. You put up with me runnin' off to a Weyr, you come and visit me, you talk to me about stuff, so it'd seem to be fairly even, eh? But, if you /really/ want to, don't let me stop you. I'd hate to get bapped or something..." And she is getting a tad defensive. "Oh, aye, it'd do that. The young you in a good way, or a bad way?" Picture her on a couch, him in the chair with the notebook, and the whole 'so let's dig a little deeper today...' "Some of it. It's been busy, and when you're tired or your fingers are bloody and that from tuber peelin', it's not always easy to get into a sketching mood. Some of it though. Oh, y'know, that's a /great/ idea! You're... Amazing, really, for ideas for gifts. I should. I ought to have enough. Lemme think, there's Kas and Yuli and Seffy, though she's one of the scarier ones, and Kilbane and Meral... Well, there's lots, but I could do enough. Hopefully. I should have enough, even." He nods to her theory of Iona's theory, leaving that be for the time, at a loss of what else to say. "I strive to be interesting," is boasted for the legs, however, and he shakes his head. "Not many would. I might," he replies, leaning his head only (hate to make her fall with his fishermanly bulk) in her direction in turn, and giving a hmm. "Or, if you don't want the strain, /I/ could kidnap /you/ at some point?"

Kristiana laughs lightly, shaking her head. "I wouldn't even consider bapping you, Deba. I just wanted to get you something to show you that... you know, that I care and whatever. And yeah, I visit, but I'm sure you would've done the same. Or I hope you would've, if I'd gone off to a weyr." She shrugs, grinning. "Neither. Just... the old me. I never regret anywhere I've been or anything I've done, really. It's just a part of me that's gone, and I don't think I would be as happy there as I was when life was more carefree." She's getting philosophical again. It's all his fault. Grimacing at the thought of bleeding fingers through tuber peeling, she smiles nearly shyly. "I'm not, really. Not always anyway. And you could always just do a tiny one if there are too many people. Shells, Deba... You're so lucky, getting to come here and meet all these people. Too bad dragons don't think I smell good." A grin flashes across her face as she chuckles. "I think that might work out better. I think I would make a good kidnapee. I'd behave myself and everything!"

Debajirin gives a sniff, eyes going wide as things they might be prone to do when one is about to cry. "You wouldn't? See, you're like the only person I know... That, of course, makes you especially wonderful and all, but still, it's worth a great big: aaaaawwww." He gives another sniff, making sure this mood stays in fun, and then shrugs. "'Course I would've. I mean, if you'd left and that. Only thing is I'd not really set a home anywhere, or had a worthwhile job, they hardly notice when you're gone on the fishing boats. But serving people alcohol, that /matters/ at SeaCliffs." A bit of a chuckle for his own analogies, and he goes serious soon enough to listen to her. "Not regretting. That is a good thing. Oh, those carefree days? See, life shouldn't have /too/ many cares though. I mean, y'know, be able to get up and do whatever, that would be important to. For me at least. Although I suppose people have come to depend on you for whatever. Like your pub stuff, for one example, of many, I'm sure." And that's his philosophical/stoned bit of the evening. Or at least for now. "Not always seems better than just not. Give yourself some credit, after all. I do. Give you credit, I mean, not me. Well, sorta me too, but still." Ahem. "I dunno if it's lucky. I mean, to get Searched, yes, but what's stopping you from going wherever to meet new people?" Of course this seems to be drawing back into the carefree discussion, so he'll keep his commenting here to a low. "A good kidnapee... You'd behave yourself, really? See, that could work. We could maybe hide you in this big tree by a waterfall, that would be good... You could live there, 'cept if there was danger of Thread, of course, cause that would be bad. But it's fairly well protected and that, it's not dead yet. But when you were there, we could sneak you food."

Kristiana grins and scuffs her toe against the ground, blushing slightly. "Well, of ocurse not. Who would want to bap you, huh? And yeah... Your job was worthwhile. Every job is worthwhile. And you have a home now... Well, not /now/, but after this, you'll either have here or SeaCliffs-- if you want to stay at SeaCliffs, that is. I mean, I know you like it and all." She chuckles, shaking her head. "Oh, yes. Where would SeaCliffs be without alcohol? The fishermen wouldn't be as pleased, I can grant you that." She shrugs slightly then looks quite confused by his talk of giving credit, but replies with a smile and "thanks. And work. I have to work. And I like my work, so I wouldn't just run away for it without reason." She nods emphatically. "Oh, the most behaved. And... hm... Yeah, and it might get cold at night. But it's nice enough for you to want to stick me in a tree."

Debajirin shrugs, gesturing with his free hand to everywhere in general. "Lots of people would, I'm sure. I mean, there're things people'll take wrong, so they bap you, or if they're feeling stressed they bap you, or if they want a good reason to touch you without making it obvious-" blink. "Ya, I've been around the Weyr too long. But yes, lots of people would, too many to name." He is the King of rambling. Or at least the Prince. "Well, supposedly. But still... Yes, there is a home... I think I would want to stay at SeaCliffs, if that's what ends up- and I think we should just take for granted until hatching that everything about subjects like this are ifs- but I would like to stay. I mean, for a while at least. What could be newer than a totally different lifestyle, hmm?" He can't help but grin for her confusion, rumbling in something of a throat clearin and redenning just a tad, for this of all things. "Anytime. Well, you have work. But still... Wanting to, that's a good enough reason, isn't it? Your pub is well staffed, and people seem quite interested in working there. I mean, you do things, you move on..." Or at least that's how it goes for him. So he'll assume it's like that for the rest. "Oh, we'd get you blankets enough. Unless you'd still be interested in living in my cot. The cots can be crowded at times, I'll grant that, but they /are/ warm. Especially when there's more than one person." And let's not get into how he knows that tidbit. "And it's not that I /want/ to stick you in a tree, it's that it seems like it would work well."

Kristiana just cocks her head to the side, blinking, as Deba continues. "Well, you know all about my wonderful muscles, so if anyone baps you, let me know, and I'll take care of them." What would she do? Ramble them to death? "It's hard to think in ifs sometimes, but yeah, that's the way things have been going. I was talking to Iona." She stops herself and just chuckles, shaking her head. "That woman is quite strange. But I have to agree. Changing lifestyles was refreshing for me. Made me feel like there /was/ something out there that was... right." And then she nods, smiling. "Right. I've had a lot of interesting times throughout my job at the hold. Like I said, changes can be good." She grins then, snickering. "Blankets? Oh, how kind... And of course, I'd have my big pillow. But I honestly think that your cot would be more comfortable, even with all the people, than a tree branch. I'm not really an avian, in my opinion."

Debajirin oohs and nods energetically, reaching over to mime feeling her arms, which of course he can't get his hand anywhere near around (at least, not the air-type arm /he's/ feeling). "Alright. You realize that you're gonna make yourself my sworn protector now?" Cue scary music. "Hard, but you get used to it. Doin' a lot of that, lately. Thinkin' in ifs, I mean." An eyebrow is raised for the mention of Iona yet again. She's popular, apparently. "Strange? I don't think that word would do Iona justice for her... odd qualities, shall we say? I mean, sure she can accomplish a great number of things through manipulation and pointing things out and the like, but really... I don't get her." And that's an understatement. "Oh, well, you need to find your something 'right' then," he nods, and then, with a grin, adds, "Just don't go headin' off to a Weyr and leavin' it behind. That could sorta mess some things up. Potentially." He bows as best he can without a) falling over, and b) releasing her hand, "I try to be kind. And, of course, the biggest and thickest blankets for you if you end up in a tree. Oh, and your pillow. But ya, it's actually a fairly comfortable cot. I was surprised, to be honest, with its quality. At some point I'll have to get you to sit on it or something. Before it's gone. Cause it's a /nice/ cot. And no, you're not at all an avian. Imagine if you were, Bert would like you." Ew. He offers a yawn, glancing up for Rukbat's position in the sky, and offering a grin for it setting. There is something spectacular about sunset-ish colours. Except that this means it's getting late. "Y'know, after all my whining of you not staying long enough... I should be getting back. I've got to be washing greens or something else in the kitchens fairly soon. As soon as it's dark, they said."

Kristiana nods quickly. "That's me, Kristiana, 'Tendress and protector of Deba's Personal Space. And yeah... I've been thinking in ifs a lot lately. But that's just the way life is, you know, you have to make several paths of plans. And I don't know about her ideas... Telling me to go off and date some dudes is just not my idea of a good if, because... well... I dunno. I just think people are too addicted to setting me up. But perhaps it's an if to think about." Just in case, y'know. "And right... I need to find something right... And SeaCliffs seems fairly right, as far as... rights... go..." She has gone and confused herself now. Good Kristi. "Perhaps you can keep your cot, even with a dragon? Just for a souvenir. Or bring it back to the room at SeaCliffs." She giggles at his mention of Bert before looking up toward Rukbat, smiling and the nodding. "Well, I'll try my best to see you again, Deba. Be good." And with a squeeze of his hand, she lets him flee.