Yulianna sits chewing on her thumbnail in her bed-corner, a quilt thrown loosely around herself as she scribbles on a hide.  She pauses now and then, her fervor for chewing on her nail increasing, then returns to her scribbling with a sigh here or the quirk of a grin there.  Yes...this is absorbed-in-what-she's-doing Yuli(tm).

D'baji comes to the edge of the couch, a few rolled up bits of hide (about ten) under one arm. Not at all sure of the goldrider, for now, or the fact that he's not gonna get smacked again, note the yellowy-purply bruise on his left cheek, he actually knocks softly on the wall, more of a smacking sound in the end, as rapping knuckles against rock hardly does anything, while just slapping it... Anyway.

Yulianna fails to notice the slapping sound.  With all the noise that drifts into the couch--secluded as it is--from the barracks, it's no wonder that she's learned to tune out soft noises like that.  She continues her scribbling, bowing her head a little further over the hides, and shifting her position a little so that her back is even more toward the entrance to the couch.

D'baji frowns as his attempts at getting attention fail rather miserably, and, taking one of his little hides, smacks that against the wall, giving a rather loud cough as well, and taking one step further into the couch, with a wary look towards the gold, to slap the wall with his hand again, wincing for how hard you have to do that to get any noise. A few scuffs of a boot toe as well, if that might make a difference, and another little cough in a desperate attempt to be noticed.

Yulianna waves a hand over her shoulder, "Alright, Weyrlingmaster N'ano, I'm going to sleep now...just one more second."  Or sentence.  She lowers her hand and continues scribbling.  Or more than one sentence.  She hunkers down a little more, trying to make herself as small as possible, leaning her head right and left to stretch her aching neck muscles.  She takes a deep breath, biting her lower lip to stifle a giggle which escapes, anyway, and scribbles a little more.

D'baji rolls his eyes, banging his hand against the wall one more time and inching in a bit further. Another clear of his throat, and, in a slightly gruff voice (comes from not talking for nearly three days, really) hisses, "Yuli!" between his teeth. Darn it, recognize him! How come Nverath's never up at the times he needs him most? Now, wouldn't it be easy to just have him go and talk to Miya, but nooo. 

Yulianna squeaks and flops forward on her makeshift cot, dotting an i and crossing a t and then shoving the hide aside as her hand goes to cover her glowbasket.  "I'm asleep, I promise, N'ano!" she hisses back through the now-darkness.  The sound of rustling covers echoes through the mini-cavern and continues for a long moment, along with the occasional squeak and grumble and the sound of a pillow being fluffed.  Then everything goes silent and all is quiet and dark but for the light from Miyakath's eyes.

"Yes!" is said a bit too loudly, by a /very/ exhasperated Deba. A hand is stuck on a wall (not that it can be seen, but it's what happens) and he guides himself along, hopefully towards Yulianna and not into a certain Miyakath, with much boot-scraping and not-quite mutters. "Unlid the shardin' glows!" Before all this talking gets him in trouble, preferably.

Yulianna hisses back, "No!  If I unlid the glows and N'ano walks by, he'll kill me.  Yer gonna have to...to...I dunno...grow dragon eyes er somethin'.  Miyakath says if ya' get any closer yer gonna step on the bed." she urgently hisses, though there's no guarantee that her warning comes soon enough, and then there's more rustling and a squeak.   "Baji, yer gonna get me in /trouble/!"

D'baji oohs, feeling around a bit more for the bed, and, upon finding it, perching himself on the foot of it. "Well, if he comes, I'll hide," is said a with mock-hurt tone. His own rustling, this of hides behing dumped right by the bed. "And you make my cards useless. Shards, I've gotta /talk/ now!" He shudders, which just might be felt if it's a particularly movement-relaying type of bed. "So I came to see how you were doin'..."

"Did ya' drop somethin'?" Yulianna hisses through the darkness--unable to drop her precedence of whispering just yet.  There's the sound of yet more russling and suddenly Yuli's voice is right next to Baji. "I heard somethin' flop.  Do ya' need help pickin' it up?  Oof!"  Some nondescript body part--most likely her head, bumps against D'baji--somewhere.  "Sorry...was that you?"  Who else?

"No, it's good," is whispered back. "Just little hides saying what I wanted to say but couldn't, but seein' as the glows aren't uncovered, they're sorta useless. And y'know, I'm talkin' anyway now." He twitches somewhat as he's bumped into. "Yes. That was me. But talk to me. How're you? I came to... Well, in all honesty, find out what I need to apologise for, and why you hit me." D'baji at his best.

Yulianna huffs and a bounce on the bed indicates the Yuli has flopped backwards, arms folded across her chest.  "Fer makin' fun of me like that...an' lettin' me make an idiot out of myself and ya' probably laughin' behind yer hand the entire time."  Her hissing sounds more than a little upset and another bounce of the bed indicates the basic equivalent of a stomped foot.  "So if yer not gonna talk to me unless it's pitch-black an' if yer gonna encourage me to make an idiot outta myself, then I don't wanna talk to ya' any more...ever."  One could almost swear she sticks her tongue out--despite the darkness.

D'baji frowns, clinging to the bed so as not to fall off at the bounce, and then groaning. "I'm not making fun of you. You always assume that. Why would I laught at you? I thought this'd been established..." Oy. "And I just don't want to have Saria walk in and catch me, and then I'll have no free time, and how'll I even talk to you then? Shells... Hey, d'you figure we've gone to the next day by now?" If they're all supposed to be asleep, and some are still up, it's quite probable, and then he's got a little less to worry about. "Either way. If you really want, unlid the glows and I'll talk to you that way, and we can just get in trouble? Yuli, please?" Don't torture boys. It's not good.

Yulianna is silent for a long moment...an uncomfortably long moment, and finally she heaves an audible sigh.  "Alright.  I believe ya'.  Ya' weren't makin' fun of me.  An' I'm not wearin' clothes, so I'm /not/ gonna unlid the glows, again."  She squirms a little more--producing more rustling, and heaves another sigh.  "Did...have ya' thought of anyone?" she asks softly, sounding for all her brashness like she's actually nervous.

D'baji fidgets a bit during the silence, if twiddling thumbs could only make a noise... "Thank you for believing me," is finally allowed with a little grin, maybe his teeth'll glint from Miya's eyes, eh? "Oh. I see. Well then." Anxious clearing of the throat follows, though it's really professionally quiet. "Thought of... Oh, umm... For you, ya mean? Well, not for you, other than myself, and I dunno if you want that or what, so..." He frowns, giving a bit of a fidget again. "Are you gonna tell me why ya hit me now? If I ask especially nicely? Please, if you want manners?"

Yulianna heaves a sigh, then is silent for a long moment, finally there's the flicker of light and the glowbasket becomes uncovered--revealing Yuli in all her glory--in her nightshirt, of course.  "We've gotta be quiet...if N'ano--er--Weyrlingmaster N'ano comes in an' I'm still up..." she trails off, wriggling down under the blankets a little more and resting her chin on her knees, peering at N'ano.  "I hit ya' 'cause I thought ya' were makin' fun of me...I thought that ya'd lied about carin' about me...not like /that/!" she hastily adds, "Just...I thought ya' were makin' fun of me even sayin' I was the person ya' were closest to.  An'...well...whether it's yerself er not...I don't really...well...care." she finally manages to get out, looking a /little/ more embarrassed about it this time.

D'baji blinks a bit in the newfound light, casting a glance towards the entrance to the couch, and shifting just a bit on the bed so as to be, well, farther away. "Yeah, I promise I'll be quiet," he says with a grin, idly prodding at the squooshy bit she'd left on his face as she explains just that. "I wasn't making fun of you. I swear," he says in a rather serious tone, before givin a blink and quirk of a smile again. "Ah. See, then. /I/ care whether you do or not," he says a bit conclusively. "It's important enough to me, if that matters at all?" And he's not embarrassed. Ooh, he's gotten quite used to discussin this sort of thing by now.

Yulianna peers at Baji as he talks, then slowly drawls out, "Why do ya' care so much who it is?"  She peers at him, wriggling her arms under the blankets to grab her toes, chin still resting on her knees.  "I mean...it means more to ya' than it means to me...I'd almost think..." she shakes her head with a little snort and a laugh.  "Well, I guess that's silly...but...well...still." her eyes narrow as she peers at him closely.  "It's awfully noble of ya' to offer, just the same."

D'baji frowns, looking rather puzzled for a good long moment, and finally shrugging. "Because it is. I dunno, I'm over-protective of you or something?" Another shrug is given for the situation. "Or if you want you could call it a jealousy thing. One of those, 'you're my friend, I want to be close to you,' things." He narrows his eyes right back at her, giving a miniscule shake of his head. "And it's not meant to be noble. It's an option, for sure, and I'd certainly go with it, but that's just me from my perspective."

Yulianna studies D'baji as he talks, and then, like a curtain openning on a stage, her demeanor suddenly and completely shifts.  She leans to the side on one hand, head tilting to the side as the nightshirt slips off her shoulder a little, her eyelashes lowering a bit as a feline-like little smile spreads across her lips.  She peers at him that way for a moment, one bare leg sliding out from under the blankets to dangle over the edge of the bed.  "Really?  Close to me, eh?" she all but purrs.  "If I didn't know better--which of course I do--then I'd think that maybe ya'...well...more than just 'care' about me..."  Her eyelashes flutter a moment and a predatory look flickers momentarily across her face.

D'baji is rather caught off guard for the change, eyes widening just a bit, and then closing for a little while. Because Baji wants to be a good Weyrling, for once, and not send his dragon to any big cold spaces for long periods of time, and /not/ get the Senior Weyrwoman storming in. However, at the same time... The right eye is opened, and he blinks at her. "Y'know, if N'ano walked past right about now... I'd probably not be the only one doing extra lessons." He gives a bit of a grin, and then blinks at her rather innocently. "And you know better, do you?" is asked with a bit of disbelief. "See, now, I'd love to prove you either way, but I've promised myself I'm not gonna admit to any more than caring until after graduation." Inch closer here. Mrr. "Though if I were you, I'd partially lid the glows, cause we the dimmer it is, the less attention might be attracted." Blush. Don't say attracted when a girl's clothes are falling off of her.

One eyebrow arches delicately at D'baji's words...it looks like some little red-headed fifteen-turn-old has been taking lessons from her dragon...  Yulianna eyes the bronzerider silently for a long moment, and reaches a hand over, eyes never leaving D'baji's as she tilts the shade half way over the glow basket.  Then, as if on second thought, she tilts the lid a little further over the glows, casting just a little more shadow--seemingly unaware of the way that the soft light brushes across the folds of her nightshirt and her short red locks, casting a ray at just the right angle to light her eyes, gaze returning to that predatory look.  "We /wouldn't/ want to attract attention, would we?" she murmurs, voice slightly throaty--something between a purr and a growl.  With her eyes still locked firmly on his, she slowly slips the covers down and twists, feline-like in her actions as she begins to--yes--/stalk/ him.  She crawls languidly down the mattress on all fours, pausing with her face a mere inch from his, then sitting back on her heels, leaning a little to one side with the strap of her nightshirt still hanging loosely off her shoulder, a hand on either side of her thighs, a little smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.  "And of /course/ I know better." she drawls out, tone smooth as fellis and warm as Igen at midday.  She pauses to take her sweet time in letting her eyes rove slowly over him from head to toe, then prowl back up to meet his eyes, again.  "The impeccable D'baji is impervious to /any/ temptation...even the most alluring."  Mrowr.

D'baji clears his throat, rather pointedly staring at her eyes, yes, her eyes are much better than all those other... goings on. "Umm... No?" is asked a bit too nervously, one hand passed over his hair in one of those nervous twitch sort of ways. "I mean, cause if we did, then we'd be in trouble, and things are bad enough with the Senior Weyrwoman for me, and it's not at all fun when your free time is cut down, and..." Blink. And upon being stalked he's got himself backed right up to the end of the bed, brow knotted rather admirably, and looking nervous to the point of nearly crying. "Oh, well, I never said that... But really, if we don't admit to things, then they don't become too solid, do they, and are just left to float around in our subconscious. And come out at rather difficult times. For example, when someone is advancing and talking like you do, and you're really unsure as to what to do, and your dragon's stirring in his sleep and..." He offers a shake of his head, and, after a deep breath, raises an eyebrow and acts all calm again. Even sliding a bit closer so as not to fall off the bed. "So what's this behaviour, then?" Be analytical, muahah!

Yulianna"s predatory look fades...and fades...and fades at D'baji babbles a little incoherantly, and she ends up with a sort of pathetic look on her face, her shoulders slumping--and thus she looks like a little kid in a too-big nightshirt, rather than an evil temptress.  "Didn't work, huh?  Well...I thought mebbe if I was gonna--" she breaks off with a glance toward Miyakath, and rephrases what she was about to say, "--gonna catch a fellah 'fore...well...all /that/...that mebbe it would help if...if...well...I looked--er acted...older."  Fumbling...fumbling...and she drops the ball!  Ooh...this is a /bad/ break for the Ista Weyr Golders...it looks like this is just not their season.  Now all we can hope is that the opposing team makes some sort of the same caliber of a mistake...but this /is/ going to cost them.  *ahem*  She flops backwards, leaning on her hands and heaving a long, dejected sigh, accompanied by a little shrug which reminds her to fix her strap.  "Ya' may as well ferget the whole idea--I'm just...well...not cute 'nough an' all that."  She sniffles a little, and then blinks up at him, trying for a brave-looking smile.  "S'okay.  I don't mind.  Right?  I mean...some girls are...girly.  An' then there's girls like me.  I don't have to be cute...I'm..." she struggles, looking for a word, and then manages that brave-pathetic smile, again, "...I'm smart."

D'baji can't help but be a little relieved as the pathetic look takes over. So it wasn't so much of a plan, his rambling, but it worked, and that's all that matters.  Or at least, most of what matters, and a little sigh to know his bronze is still asleep. Thank Faranth, he doesn't want to deal with a bombardment of questions. Anyway. "Catch a fella? Nicely put, though I'd say it's hardly flattering. I'd keep that quiet, if I were you. Some might mind if they aren't the ones doing the catching. Some others, I mean..." He's not like that. Nope, Baji's different. In that way as well as others. "And that's not really how they act, y'know... Proud to say that since SeaCliffs, I've not had a girl do that to me. I mean, there was once... And that's a bad example, but the point is: That's not gonna help your case much. At least, not with me. And if I'm the only one here," a quick glance around, "unless you're aiming to 'catch' Miyakath? And don't do that to anyone else. Shudder to think what sort of guy that'd end you up with. Like, S'lide or something..." Ew. But for her next comment, he shake shis head, craning his neck up a ways as she leans back to keep an eye on her. "Cute's not good, necessarily? Shards, the ones who think they're cute are like..." his search for a word dies, and he shudders with a twisted facial expression, to get the point across. "You are smart. And you aren't cute, but y'know y'aren't bad looking?" Clear throat again. Y'know, after that, he doesn't want to do anything that could be considered flirting. He's still a bit flustered by it.

If Yulianna looked pathetic before, she deflates even further at D'baji's words, eyes lowering to fix on the blankets.  She sits thus for a moment, and continues to listen, then scoots back and pulls the blankets up over her legs, and then around her shoulders, and pulls her knees up to her chest, resting her chin on them and continuing to stare down at the blanket.  When he finally finishes she sits in silence for a long moment, and then nods a little, sniffling and glancing toward Miyakath.  "I...we'd better go to sleep I think." her voice is soft as she speaks and she reaches out to uncover the glows all the way.  "An' ya'd probably better go...finish yer knots er...what ever Weyrwoman Saria has ya' doin'."  She wriggles down under her blankets, hugging her pillow tightly and squeezing her eyes closed.

D'baji frowns, as he is watching for her reactions. And for some reasons, he always manages to say the things that make people all sniffly. Why is this, he's not likely to ever know. But, alas... She's scooching away, and he's starting to feel a bit stupid, perched on her cot as he is. "If you want to sleep, I suppose I could leave," he starts out, folding his legs into cross-legged position, however, in contradiction of his most recent statement. "The knots are finished. I've got 'em all strung up and everything, just waiting to see the Senior Weyrwoman again... I've not felt really like seeking her out when I can't talk. I mean, that's been absolutely destroyed tonight, but it was ending soone nough anyway. And it's not like breaking it now will change anything." Realization that he's talking too much again, and his mouth is shut quickly, teeth making an audible clack. For a moment it is, at least. "So why're you sniffling now? I heard a sniffle."

Yulianna stays perfectly still while Baji talks, her eyes squeezed tightly shut, her arms gripping her pillow a little more tightly.  When he inquires toward her sniffling, though, she hastily grabs her blankets and pulls them up over her head.  Then more sniffling ensues and, after a moment, Yuli's voice squeaks out from under the blankets--sounding very strange, indeed--"N'ano's gonna be mad if I don't go to sleep."  There you go...best excuse in the world...blame the Weyrlingmaster.

And up rises a perfectly golden head, eyes whirling a mixture of orange and yellow. Has she been awake this entire time. Indeed. And now, it's her turn to prowl, edging closer to her lifemate while growling at Baji. /This/ one did something to /her/ lifemate, didn't he? See the teeth? See the claws? See the door? Tail twitches angrily.

D'baji heaves quite the sigh, almost Nverath-worthy, as her head disappears under the covers. A deep breath is taken, courage gathered, left side of his face protected by a hand, and he starts to make his way towards her end of the cot, nice and slowly and hoping to Faranth he doesn't get clobbered again. "Yeah, well, N'ano's not noticed you yet," is given rather matter-of-factly, him going so far as to nudge at a hand. And then D'baji finds himself frozen as Miyakath comes forward, giving a weak little smile towards her, and stopping with the Yuli prodding. "Help." is said rather softly towards the goldrider, or where she was, at least, while a winning smile, nervous, however, is given to dragon. "Easy... I wasn't doing anything wrong..." Reassurance. That's what it is.

Yulianna stays firmly hidden under her blankets, a tiny sound--something like sniffling muffled in a pillow--issuing from under the layers.  The lump where her shoulder should be, in theory, shakes slightly, but she manages to refrain from any motion aside from that, making a very small ball under her blankets and not saying anything--indeed, probably unaware of exactly what is going on outside the blankets over her head.

Miyakath will simply proceed to curl as much of herself as possible around Yulianna...without breaking anything, of course. Her glare is still dead set on Baji however, low growling issuing from her that is quickly becoming a hiss. One clawed paw reaches up, clawing at the air a little bit in his direction. Rowr.

D'baji finds himself now backing toward the end of the bed again, and falling right off, purposefully, on his rear. Get awaaay from the Yuli. Alright, he's got it now. But y'know what, as Baji is stubborn and not at all aware of what a dragon might do if he disobeys too much, so he'll just stay there and try and talk to her again. "I'm sorry, really, I didn't mean anything by it, I meant something to the affect of you're wonderful how you are. Didn't come out that way, I'm assuming, but..." A nervous regard is sent to Miyakath, and he creeps a bit farther away, hides rustling as they're crawled on. "So d'you really want me to leave? It'd be easier with some sort of response from you, y'know..."

Yulianna responds.  And how!  She struggles out of her blankets--getting in a mighty battle with them and narrowly winning--sitting up with her face flushed and her nose and ears and eyes red and tears streaming down her face and she flails around for the nearest weapon.  She finally siezes one of the many pillows on her bed and flings it just as hard as she can right at his head.  The instant the pillow leaves her fingers, she's back under the covers, clinging to another other her pillows and sobbing--this time loudly--into it.

Miyakath continues to growl, pausing only betwieen them to croon, nuzzling the bundle of blankets that is Yulianna. Nudge nudge. Hiiiiiissssssss! Yes, she recalls Baji is there, and snakes her head towards the now pillow-attacked fiend that has caused /her/ Yuli to cry. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

D'baji doesn't have time to react, really. He's busy staring rather oaffishly at the tears on her cheeks, and the general appearance of her face. He's busy tying his stomach in knots, because somehow now he's made her cry when he was going for the exact opposite. He's busy keeping little bits of his attention on Miyakath. And now he's busy getting hit in the face with a pillow, right on the bruised spot. Nice throw, Yuli. "Ya, okay!" is finally hissed just a bit louder than a whisper, and loads more intense than the original one. D'baji's tired of trying to figure it out, and he's being smacked with pillows, and growled at by golds, and she's all crying again. And it doesn't help that there's rather unhappy rumbling coming now from the direction of Nverath's couch. But y'know, emotions are high enough that the bronze could wake from even /his/ sleep. "Y'know, 'Ver's on his way over now, I'll go, alright?" This last said a bit softer. He's trying not to be absolutely annoyed with the whole ordeal. "Though really, as I think I've said a good ten times already, I'd love to know what it was that got you so upset, though. Y'know, maybe take steps to correct it, as some people, I'm told, like to do so as to keep the tension down." Oh, he's sarcastic. Yup, bitter now.

Nverath senses Miyakath swirls in a midst of furious yellows and reds, tinged in worried orange streamers for her lifemate's behalf. << He called my Yulianna /ugly!/ >>

Yulianna stays under her blankets, not aware enough of anything but her own sobbing to notice Baji's anger.  Faranth, she can hardly even think straight for that matter.  And then there come the hiccups.  So between sobbing there's a loud hiccupping sound that almost sounds like a herdbeast being choked to death.  She never did do anything quietly...why start now?

Nverath thinks to you, << I bespoke Miyakath with: Nverath rouses, his generally golden stream of thought nearly masked by a tired clay-brown and bits of confused orange floating overtop. <<Why would it matter? Looks don't count. And I'm sure nothing was meant.>> The tone is unsure enough, a little gray and navy blue mixing into it as the bronze becomes more awake and adds, <<Shall I tell him not to?>> >>

Nverath senses Miyakath slithers in hints of golden lightning..and flying jack-o-lanterns with flames inside. Doooon't ask. << He /hurt/ my Yuli. Of course tell him not to! He called her /ugly/ when she is not! >>

D'baji turns with an absolutely quizzical look on his face for her hiccupping, even giving the softest of laughs for it. How's that to ruin a mood? But Nverath is awake, and having the bronze there is enough to ground the bronzerider just a bit, and when Nverath's tired, well, Baji finds loads of things enormously funny. He turns a grin tot he gold again, and then shakes his head as a message or two are relayed. "What?" Giggle again, and he roll his eyes. "I never said you were ugly, Yul..." Nverath's influence as well. Krist and Yul. Baji's Ianna/Iana girls. Ahem. "Can I get back up here?" is asked of Miyakath, a finger extending to gesture towards the cot. "I didn't say you were ugly. I said you weren't cute. Shards, girl, cute and ugly have nothin' to do with each other! Cute is like... Not sincere, or something. And then there's ugly, which I never said, and then there's things like beautiful and amazing and astounding and..." 

"And I'm /none/ of them!" wails Yuli's muffled, hiccupping, bawling voice from under her covers.  "Just...just leave me alone!" she cries, the caterwauling really becoming nothing short of earth-shaking, now.  Another pillow is thrown from under the blankets--though, as she doesn't see fit to poke her head out again, the pillow goes flying harmlessly off into some corner.  Having made that stunning show of force, she returns to her squalling, wrapped in a little ball again around one of her last two pillows.

Nverath thinks to you, << I bespoke Miyakath with: Nverath envelopes the earlier tiredness with wisps of the original orange confusion, and a bit of an amused green, like leaves, really, floating over a whirlpool. <<He doesn't think she is. And he never meant to hurt her. You must be confused. One of you.>> >>

D'baji blinks rather stupidly at the pile of covers, taken aback just a bit by her demand of being left, and frowning, his amusement fading just somewhat as he chews his lip, and looks first outwards for any signs of his lifemate, and then at Miyakath, and then back again at Yulianna. "No..." is started out a bit shakily. Like a runner colt trying to walk, really. "You're not. Whoever would think you are? You'd be..." He hates compliment people bluntly. He really does. But, alas, sometimes, sacrifices must be made. "You'd probably be one of the beautiful ones, I'd guess, or maybe astounding... I mean, and all of these references, including cute and ugly, are more than just the looks, of course, but... Some of that's involved?" Ew. He despises talking about looks. Yech.

Yulianna shakes her head under her covers--her hair is going to be an absolute rat's nest tomorrow--"Just stop making it worse!" she demands, between hiccupping as he bawling is starting to quiet--by virtue of the fact that she's finding it necessary to breathe.  "Just go a--*hic*--away!"  Or she'll throw another pillow.  Better watch it...she will, too!  Viscious thing, that one...and not afraid to show it.

Miyakath stops growling for one moment as the compliments start coming.. Yes..that's a good little boy..good....wait. Yuli isn't happy. GROWL!

"Well, how am I making it worse then?" is said through a bit of a laugh. D'baji's laughing as opposed to yelling. Most would say it's a good thing. "I mean... Alright, so I tell you what I think, so I'm making it worse, and before I obviously, somehow, worded it wrong, and you took that badly..." As Miyakath's growling stops, he hazards a few steps towards the cot, dully aware of Nverath's head poking in curiously. "So please, if you've ideas on how I could possibly reassure you by now, I'd love to hear 'em. I mean, I'd try and hug you or something, but your dragons there, and growling and hissing and really a rather fearful sight, all in all..."

Well, the yelling and the throwing things haven't worked, so Yulianna resorts to her last possible course of action...the Silent Treatment.  She falls quiet, except for the occassional, overly loud hiccup, staying in her little ball under her blankets.  She lays perfectly still, a sniffle here, a sniffle there...a sound like a dying herdbeast--oh--hiccup.

Miyakath rumblegrowls softly, going back to attempting at comforting her lifemate, with the occasional glance at Baji. Grr.

Nverath thinks to you, << I bespoke Miyakath with: Nverath is still confused in his orange swirling, though the amusement has rather dropped out. Protective bronze has surfaced, like spikes through the current of the orange-gold stream. <<You will not touch him. And I will be sure he does not touch her.>> Calmness through the storm as it is, the bronze won't stand for his rider being threatened. >>

Nverath senses Miyakath snaps out in her frustrated worry over her rather distraught lifemate, thoughts whirling into bright reds. << She has told him to leave her alone! >>

D'baji finds his eyes narrowing, his brow furrowing once more, and his hands tightening into annoyed little fists. He's almost to the point of glaring at the hiccuppy goldrider when Nverath makes a little warbly noise, and a grin bursts out again. "Okay, well... Good that you're so willing to help," is said smoothly, a low bow coming next. "I'll probably have to be going now. A pity, really. There's hardly anything worse, you'd think, than being told to leave by someone you 'more than care for.' Of course, then there's when they won't speak to you, and that's rather chafing as well." HaHA! With a crinkle of his nose he turns to leave, heading right on towards his now yellow-eyed Companion with a smug little smile that really has no place on his mouth.

Nverath thinks to you, << I bespoke Miyakath with: Nverath thinks back with a steely blue lance amidst the bronzes, and the orange calming to the flowing gold of understanding, <<And he wants to know that she will recover from whatever blow it is that he has dealt her.>> >>

Yulianna stays under her blankets, silent as D'baji marches to the door, and staying silent until she's sure he's gone--which of course he isn't ever quite--and then dissolves into another puddle of soft crying sounds...polka-dotted by those obnoxiously loud hiccups.

Miyakath croons softly to her lifemate, attempting to nose under the blanket again.

Nverath even offers a croon for the distraught goldrider, D'baji giving an affected sniff as he lays a hand on the bronze's muzzle, crawling on down and shaking his head back at the couch. "So I'll see you, then... I'm sorry." Uh oh. That one was sincere. Now to run.