From the darkest recesses of the tunnel...where even Rukbat's brightest rays may never gain entrance...from there...in the inky blackness of an impenetrable shadow, like a tiny tendril of smoke creeping under a door, comes a sound.  "Fraggitall!  What the fluttering wherry!?"  Ah...a sound like spring itself--like the soft fragrance of numbweed, or the gentle humming of a proddy green in flight it comes forth.  "You shardin'--ack!"  And then there's the thump.  Finally, after another moment, out of a tiny crack in the wall of the tunnel squirms a very dusty, very bedraggled, very /angry/ looking Yulianna.  She scrambles to her feet, brushing at the grime on her clothing and muttering under her breath something that sounds suspiciously like, "Mrstrginum gragglefrm.  Grshtrgmnmmmm.  Fraggit!"

D'baji is exploring. Because Nverath is asleep. And when the bronze is asleep, the rider would rather let his feet wander than his mind. So he comes here, because here looks a bit quieter, a place where he can properly wallow in self pity or giggle like a maniac or any number of things. Though for this time he's just got to go with the giggling. And this is /before/ he notices Yulianna. He's giggling. He's a Pernese version of the Hyena. He's worse than a kidlet on klah. He's Baji on happiness and Nverath's full stomach. And that means something near insanity. So when Yuli comes out and he notices her out of all his flutterring laughter, he can't help but poke a great big grin her way, a wave, and something of a moronic whuffle, and hand rubbing at a head while the other finds itself twitching into something of an over-zealous wave. "Mstjlful?" is asked in a very bad imitation of her mumblings. 

Yulianna turns to glare at the foul fiend who dares mock her...she, the one of the firey hair and the iron fist.  She the Mistress of Beauty and the Lady of the Night.  She.../Rider of Miyakath/!  Mwahahahahahahaaaa!  Ahem.  She, the character of the insane player.  *cough*  She plants her fists on her hips and, as I said, turns to glare at D'baji.../D'baji/!?  The glare turns to an icy mask of disgusted fury.  "Haven't ya' got anythin' /better/ to do than walk 'round an' make fun of girls?"  And something like 'dirty rogue' is added on the end of there, but is muttered rather quietly as she proceeds to stamp past him.

D'baji isn't mocking her. Why is it this girl will always think she's being mocked? Shards. Women. May Nverath never fly any feline-esque golds. Yech. "Better? Yes. See, s'good thing I'm doing something better then. I mean, not the best by any means, but really, what can you do when that great jewelly-eyed lifemate is asleep? S'like half of me is unconscious. Or, maybe not half, cause I've got to share a lotta me, but at least a good third." Ahem. "What're you doing here? Although it is marvelous to see you. I've been meaning to talk to you, actually. I've got a question to ask you, if you promise not to burst into tears..." Alright, he's just a bit bitter about having felt as bad as he did. Does. Will. Whatever.

Yulianna huffs and turns on her heel to gla--er--face D'baji.  "Yeah?  An' what is it this time?  Ya' gonna ask me if my dad mated a wherry?  Er if my mum had me backwards an nobody noticed?"  Just a little ill-tempered?  Perhapse.  But just a little. *wink*  She taps her foot impatiently--ready with a stunning and cutting come back for any cruel remark D'baji may utter against her.

D'baji raises an eyebrow. Darn thing very well near jumps off his face, as a matter of fact. Right up there with the particularly long strands of hair he's been meaning to cut for about a decade. Well, about as long as it's been too long. But moving on. "No... For one, I don't at all like wherries. You kno that. And two, why would I think that about either your dad or your mum or you? I mean, seriously, Yuli... I don't understand you. At all. No, as a matter of fact," he goes on rather smoothly, eyebrow dropping to a nearly normal level, "I had been intending to ask you what it was that I'd said or done that'd made you get all... Crying, like you were?" Funny how his tone softens rather remarkably on the final little bit of that. Almost think he's scared or repentent.

Yulianna blinks...rapidly.  One would almost get the impression that those are tears she's trying to scare away--except for the amazingly bright red shade her face achieves.  Her eyebrows dip into a sharp V, her mouth dragging down at the corners as the glare returns.  But her voice is--almost miraculously--very soft.  "What did ya' do?  Ya' really don't know what ya' said?"  She eyes him assessingly for a long moment, then slowly shakes her head in disbelief.  "Ya' really don't know...do ya'."  Snort.  "An' here I thought ya' were just callous.  Come to find out yer callous /an'/ clueless."  Snort, again.  "I'll have to make sure I warn ev'ryone 'bout ya'.  Yer the worst kinda creep--a creep who doesn't even know he /is/ one!"

D'baji tilts his head soemwhat while waiting for her reaction, and once it's started, gets an absolutely quizzical look on his face, rather unbelieving in fact. "I don't. Nverath said that Miyakath said that you said that I'd said you were ugly. Which I didn't, mind... But really, /that/ would've gotten you crying like that?" He can't quite get his brain 'round that one. "/Warn/ them?" No, he's not raising his voice. He's just gone near laughing again. Blame the fact that his bronze is stuffed to his gills. And Nverath doesn't even have those. "Oh, a creep now. Good..." A pause and a shake of his head. "Umm... So you were seriously all upset cause I said you weren't cute? Or whatever it was..." Blink. No, D'baji's not really getting this.

If disbelief was last season, then incredulity is 'in' and Yuli is wearing it all over her face.  She positively gapes at D'baji as he talks...her face growing more and more red.  Her jaw works open and closed a little and she shifts her weight from one foot to the other, giving the overall impression that she's trying to decide if she's going to explode, deflate, or implode.  She blinks at him.  Once.  Twice.  Three times.  Then, all of a sudden, she spins on her heel, again, and proceeds to stomp toward the bowl of the Weyr.  What?  No outburst?  No wild flailing of the arms?  No screaming and yelling and hair-pulling and punching?  No.  She just turns--quickly--and marches toward the bowl.