Leathers still damp from Reiseth's bath, Catti slides to the ground and indulges a moment in smoothing a hand along the green's neck. "Better now? Watch out for the dust love.... Yari!" Ever observant -- and never one to pass up the chance on having a bit of fun -- the woman grins while sidling from Rei's side to her fellow greenrider's. "Nediath's looking as lovely as ever."

T'yari loiters near his green, apparently indecisive about just what he wants to do, other than stand around in the middle of the Bowl. Catriona is spotted -- for the second time today -- and he shoots over a quick smile of greeting. "Bathing went well, I guess?" he remarks, nodding towards Reiseth. Then, a glance is shot back at Nediath, who accepts the compliment with a smug note and a flutter of wingtips. "Don't tell her that, though. She's too vain as it is."

"A lady can never be too vain. You just tell him that whenever he pulls that line on you, Nediath." Catriona tips a finger away from her brow, grinning at the green, before turning back to her rider. "It went as well as can be expected. Had to keep reminding Rei that she wanted to bath, originally, not frolic in the waves. How've you been?"

Nediath apparently agrees, for after some unspoken comment, her lifemate practically winces and shoots an apologetic look back towards the green. "Tart tongue," comes the rueful remark as he redirects attention to Catriona. Then, in much the same vein as her earlier commentary, Yari informs cheerily, "Aw, but frolicing's ever so much more fun. Can't ever have too much of it." Then, a small shrug. "Okay. You?"

Cheery Yari commenting on frolicing? Catriona's grin widens while Reiseth emits a sweet croon of agreement behind her. "Oh, I know that. And I let her frolic plenty, but she knows I tease her sometimes. I'm alright. Trying to decide if I want to take a swim, myself, or whether I'm hungry." Settling a hand over her stomach, she considers. "I think hunger is going to win out, though the stuff they're sending out of the kitchens lately scares me."

Davoth wings down to a landing.
G'nar slips deftly down to the bent foreleg of Davoth, the  lowering to a crouch and watching with gentle eyes as the he hops to the ground.
Davoth lands in the bowl, folding his wings and sending a leering croon Nediath's way as well Reiseth's...mmmmm...Greens.

Reiseth isn't feeling particularly flirty at the moment, being freshly bathed and attempting to avoid picking up any dust. A pleasant warble of ladylike greeting is however offered Davoth. Must be polite.

It's only a front, really. Yari will lapse into his customary blush-and-run routine soon enough. It's only a matter of triggering it. Davoth's -- and, consequentally, G'nar's -- arrival does a pretty good job of that. "Er." An annoyed look is shot back at Nediath when the vain, lascivious green offers her rumbly greeting before T'yari looks back towards the other greenrider and quickly agrees, "Food. Food'd be good." And with that, he attempts to make an escape, sidling towards the caverns before, possibly, he's noticed.

Too late, T'yari. G'nar has noticed you. The big man smiles at Nediath's rider, though there is a hint of annoyance in his own expression at the man's attempt at avoidance. "'Yari....still hiding from me, I see?" is noted somewhat acerbically, before he smiles at Catriona "Cat....where've you been hiding yourself lately? I would think you'd disappeared entirely, so little do I see you."

How can one escape when one is accompanied by another greenrider who is also heading for the living caverns -- and prone to teasing her oh so shy friend? "Slow down, Yari! It's only G'nar." A knowing wink is shot towards the brownrider as Catti steps after Yari, at a much more leisurely pace. "Want to join us, fella? We're about to eat. I've been around. Drilling, running errands, tormenting the adorable."

Davoth rumbles suggestively to the responsive green, neck extending to nuzzle along her side somewhat familiarly.

"I am not," T'yari states defensively. The greenrider sniffs once with an air of offense, then slants a displeased look back towards Nediath upon some inaudible phrase of hers. "Oh, shut up," he mutters under his breath. Another vaguely displeased gaze is shot towards Catriona, and he refrains from a response, although he does slow down his pace. Minutely.

G'nar gives T'yari a skeptical look but smiles at Cat again "Indeed, you know I never pass up a chance to eat." He chuckles "Although 'Yari probably wishes I would in this instance. He's been avoiding me ever since Davoth caught Nediath, you know." He shrugs, "But he won't admit it."

Catriona, being very used to displeasure from those she associates with, ignores the look and gives T'yari a pretty smile. "Then you won't mind if G'nar joins us, right?" she suggests, the picture of sweet innocence as she offers an arm to the brownrider in question. "Well, he /is/ shy. Maybe you flustered him so much with your performance that he just can't think straight because of it."

Nediath operates on a look-but-don't-touch method, and with a discouraging sound, she stirs herself to move away slightly; any more would take real work and readjustment of her posture. Which is, at the moment, perfect. In her eyes, anyways.

If a dragon could pout, Davoth would be. He pulls away from the cold shouldering Nediath gives him, trying to look like he doesn't care. He doesn't quite manage it, although a smooth croon sent towards Reiseth suggest he's going to have a good go at it.

Reiseth is quite neatly curled up, pristine and quietly observing the goings on. She's hardly about to give any encouragement to the leering Davoth -- she is after all a lady -- but neither does she discourage. The green only watches the other two dragons with what could be taken as gentile amusement.

Now it's G'nar's turn to be the recepient of a rather not-nice look from the greenrider accused of running away and avoidance. He'll always claim innocent, of course, whether that's true or not. Another icy look which borders on a glare is sent towards Catriona. "Of /course/ not." Lie, lie. T'yari has, to this point, managed to stave off any redness of cheeks, but that couldn't really have been expected to last long. Indeed, the blush begins to grow as he turns away, withholding any vocalization after Catti's last comment save a rather explosive: "I --" Words are cut short, and Yari marches towards the caverns -- one might as well think he's a prisoner marching off to his execution.

G'nar just laughs, shaking his head at T'yari's fuming as he tucks Cat's arm through his and heads towards the caverns. "Actually, I think it was more shock than amazement. I got rid of my innocence before Davoth chased....he didn't." Despite many suggestions to do so by his cousin, s'far as G'nar could make out. "He wasn't quite prepared for what happened...and he's yet to forgiven me /or/ feel comfortable in my presence." Which is not only annoying, but somewhat hurtful. "I haven't heard that Reiseth has risen, Cat?" It's half question, half statement.

Given Catti's opinion of the swill the kitchen has produced since her departure, oh so many moons ago, execution might be a good word for it. "Well, that's hardly /your/ fault. We all warned him, after all," she remarks, beaming up at G'nar before eyeing T'yari's retreating back. "Maybe it's just that he likes you and his upbringing won't let him admit it. Though /you/ seem to have gotten over that Holdbred thing... oh... well, she's so... picky, you know. She'll rise when she's ready. Let's eat?"

Davoth snorts at the second green's obvious indifference, then settles down into the dust of the bowl, all ready for a nice sulk. Hard being a Lothario around this Weyr.

Living Caverns - Ista Weyr(#94RJa$)
     Vibrant environs enclosed by smooth stone walls, these caverns are the very heart of bustling Weyr life. The largest is massive and designed to house almost the entire population of the Weyr at once, with tables and benches arranged in perfectly neat rows that run almost the entire length of the half-circle cave. Tapestries are flung from the ceiling, draping down in bright hues of Istan black and orange as well as colorful scenes of past heroics detailing all the fiery glory of Pernese history. Hearths line the walls, at least one of which constantly burning with a pot of stew and a pitcher of klah set there to keep warm.
     Tunnels branch off from these central caverns, leading deeper into various parts of the Weyr. To the east lie the infirmaries, both human and draconic, beyond a small wooden door to minimize the noise that will filter through. West are the kitchens and the storerooms from which emanate delectable smells at nearly all hours of the day or night, drudges bustling to and from with dishes and platters. Stairs lead down into the lower caverns while a man-sized tunnel cuts through the stone and back out to the bowl. Smaller tunnels diverge here and there as well.

Nevermind that T'yari can hear everything that the other two are saying perfectly clear. The moody greenrider does his best to remain silent and inconspicious, although it's rather hard in the present circumstances. There are, however, several choked sounds emitting from Yari's general direction, and in a last-ditch effort once he enters the caverns, he pivots to regard both with what just might be termed desperation. "I don't think I'm hungry anymore. And Nediath wants an oiling." Briefly, his gaze clouds in the signature look of one who communicates his his dragon, and after a minute, Yari shoots an irritable look Bowl-wards at what is presumably Nediath's denial of such a desire. After all, the green loves to thrust her rider into social positions. The more awkward, the better.

G'nar is ignoring a certain sulking brown, yup. He's getting quite good at it, since Davoth is reduced to such a state on a daily basis. He pats Cat's hand on his arm, grinning at T'yari, although his comments seem directed towards the more feminine greenrider. "Shannon insisted I take diction lessons from the Harpers, you know....and it's hard to maintain my holdbred ideals when my dragon is constantly stomping over them with his behavior and his...comments." Ribald being the most tactful way of describing the latter.

"Her oil looked lovely, Yari. Cmon, I want you to try some of the stew they're putting out and see if you think it's as bad as I do." Catriona is no more likely than Nediath to allow Yari any sort of escape, wicked child that she is. She and that green think alike in more ways than one. Disengaging her arm from G'nar's, she trundles to the serving table and liberates a trio of bowls by balancing them up one arm. This is either going to be messy or spectacular. "G'nar, love, could you grab some bread and cheese, too? You know, it's funny that your Davoth would cause you to relax a little, and Nediath seems to have the opposite effect on Yari... poor dear. Klah or juice, you two?"

"What does diction have to do with anything?" T'yari inquires suspiciously. He doesn't wait for an answer, though, and instead fumbles for an answer for Catriona. "No, it was starting to crack and things," he demures. "I don't think..." Trailing off, per some forceful comment of Nediath's, the greenrider flushes and flinches slightly, muttering, "/Okay./" Sharding green. "I'm not a poor dear," he gripes sullenly. More politely, he adds, "Juice, for me."

G'nar nods to Catriona's request, heading toward the cheese and bread...and adding a plate of meatrolls after getting a whiff of that stew - he might need the extra sustenance. "Klah for me, Cat..." He calls, before giving T'yari a quick look of amusement. "The diction doesn't have anything to do with it - except make me sound more confident. Davoth makes me feel such." And getting rid of his ignorance about things physical. "Stop trying to force your dragon into a bath, 'Yari. I promise I won't bite." Not while he knows what he is doing, that is.

Catriona somehow manages to precariously balance the bowls of stew on the one arm, while grabbing the handles of three mugs with the hand of the other. Talent, thy name is Catti. "You /are/ a poor dear. Blushing and running when G'nar shows up. From what I remember, it's not /that/ unpleasant. Especially with the big guys, or so I'm told." Grinning from ear to ear, she turns and walks ever so slowly to a table. "See? G'nar isn't dangerous. Come help me unload, Yari? I'm pushing my luck, I think. Something's going to fall off."

"Oh." Maybe T'yari needs some diction lessons to help him with his confidence. Among other things. The greenrider flops into a nearby chair, reconciling himself to the fact that any getaway isn't going to happen soon. "I'm not trying to force her," he replies coolly, lying through his teeth. Then: a blush. Unwillingly, he hoists himself from his chair and steps towards Catriona, following instructions. Once he's close enough, the young man hisses at her with embarrassment, "Stop it."

G'nar turns away from the food table to head for one to place his own load on, grinning as he overhears Catriona, shooting her a look of interest. "Well...I'd never heard that. About the big men." He notes. "But it could be true. Wouldn't want to use 'Yari's reaction to me as an indicator, however." Seeing as how the 'poor boy' was ready to die the morning after when realization set in. "Is this table alright with you two?" is wondered after selecting a nice cozy table, placing his plates and pulling out a chair for Catriona for when she's ready to sit. "But she's right, T'yari. I'm not dangerous. You don't have to avoid me. It's not as if I plan to seek you out for that sort of thing unless Davoth chases and catches Nediath again." He grins. "And I thought we were friends."

"Stop what?" Taking her cue from the lowered tone of voice, Catriona considerately lowers her own voice to an almost whisper while wide, guileless eyes blink soulfully at the greenrider. She can't help it, she was raised this way, remember? Tone then lifts to a more natural pitch, accompanied with a thankful smile. "Wonderful. Thanks, Yari. Shall we eat?" Once her arms have been freed up, Catti drops into the chair pulled out by G'nar and slides bowls, mugs and plates around until everything's arranged for convenience. "Big men, little men...it's all in the technique, I suppose," she says casually, tentatively poking a spoon into her own bowl. Yuck. "And flights make things a little more... mmm... rushed, right?"

T'yari is still ready to die. Or, at the very least, would probably find this a very good time to pass out and spare himself further anguish. "Just -- stop." The greenrider doesn't know how to phrase it better and finally ends up adding on an annoyed glower to his request. "Did I ever say you were dangerous?" T'yari's query is directed towards G'nar, and without waiting for an answer -- he doesn't really want one, anyways, -- the greenrider helps with unloading the last before sliding into his own seat, positioned across the table from both riders; noticably, he prefers not to sit next to either. It's easier to make a break when there aren't chairs next to you.

G'nar smiles...until he looks into his stew bowl, that is, which is does immediately after holding Cat's chair for her and settling into his own. Spoon is held poised as he sniffs, "Why exactly are you making us eat this stew?" is queried of Reiseth's rider. "I don't think I'd feed it to the spit dogs." Likely they wouldn't eat it if he tried. He pushes his spoon into the stuff, looking fairly skeptical of its edibility. "T'yari, I never said you did think me dangerous. It just gets annoying watching you try to avoid me all the time. I thought we'd gotten past this."

Catriona hides a chuckle behind taking a bite of bread -- the bread being the least offensive to her stomach, given her distaste with the stew. G'nar isn't dangerous at all, nope. She is. "So why are you acting like this, then?" she asks point blank, after swallowing the mouthful and washing it down with a sip of juice. "I mean, I /know/ you're shy, and it's awfully adorable, but... G'nar /is/ your friend. And you're not the first male greenrider to wake up next to another male. You can't go slinking away from him for the rest of your life. Particularly if Davoth and Nediath develop a liking for one another." As for the stew... "I want your honest opinion on it. Mine's better, right?"

"I don't try to avoid you," comes the oh-so-innocent response. "Why would you say that? I'm just...busy." Busy hiding out in his Weyr, taht is. T'yari chooses to regard his stew -- it's safe. Doesn't bite, doesn't ask embarrassing questions. "Catti -- stop?" The greenrider's tone nears a whine, or, at best, pleading. "I /don't/ want to talk about it. I just want to...enjoy my stew." He eyes what looks, to him, unappetizing. "And my juice." Juice is drinkable; he slurps from that rather than taste the stew.

The stew may not bite, but it's likely to poison - at least in G'nar's opinion. He doesn't even chance it, pushing the stuff away and selecting a meatroll instead, "I can smell that yours is better, Cat. I don't need to eat that to know it." He bites into the 'roll with relish, chewing as he listens to Cat and T'yari. "So busy you manage not to be around ever at mealtimes, or in the baths, or on the beach, or anywhere else I used to see you" is pointed out. "You are right. You must be busy." Not. "Oh, Cat. Give it up. He never listens. Ask Q'rin."

After a moment of thoughtful silence, Catriona surprisingly does decide to stop. She even goes so far as to apologize: "Sorry. If you don't want to talk about it..." Trailing off, she lets one shoulder lift in a regretful shrug before poking a chunk of bread into her stew bowl. "Although why you think you could enjoy this stuff is beyond me." Brave thing that she is, she actually nibbles on the stew-smeared bread before nodding slightly to G'nar. "Anyways... how have you two been besides? Looking forward to getting to work with Shannen, raising weyrlings?"

T'yari glances at G'nar long enough to frown rather sulkily. "I am too around. I've got to eat /sometime./ And not bathing is just...gross. Besides. Nediath'd push me off the ledge if I stank." A distrustful look is slanted at the brownrider, and he wants to know, "What's Q'rin got to do with anything? I haven't seen him in -- ages." Along with the rest of the Weyr's populace. "S'not Shannen anymore," Yari informs idly as he pushes away his bowl of stew with one finger. "Belena. Shannen would've never asked me, anyways." Besides: Shannen /scares/ Yari.

G'nar grins faintly, finishing his meatroll and reaching for another. "If you'd come out of your weyr more often, you'd see plenty of people" is noted. You didn't think Nediath and Davoth conversed? Tsk, silly greenrider. "I know for a fact you hide out in there when not flying fall or doing sweeps or some other duty or another." So there. Catriona gets a thoughtful look "Belena is Weyrlingmaster now, I think. At least, she is the one who gave me this." He points to the knot on his shoulder. Ah, yes. What T'yari said.

"That's something anyways, working under Belena. I need to pay more attention, really. But at least you won't be working with That Woman." Catti must be in a kind mood tonight, although she makes a rather terrible face. That could have something to do with the taste of stew she has in her mouth, however. The juice is snatched up so a large swallow can be taken. No more of that, thank you. "I saw Q'rin the other day. Sleeping by the waterfall. He seemed alright... hand me one of those meatrolls, would you G'nar? You won't make them cut their hair off, will you?" she asks, grinning and holding out her hand for the requested item.

G'nar hands Cat the requested meatroll, then offers one to T'yari - it's got to be better than the stew, after all. "I never minded Shannen. She was a good Weyrlingmaster." He shrugs. "But Belena will do a good job too, I think. And I don't think I have a choice" he adds, chuckling "Weyrlings cut their hair. Personally, I think short hair is easier anyway."

"I come out of my weyr," T'yari protests. "Sometimes." Even he admits that he prefers not toe venture out; extreme shyness has its foibles. He accepts the meatroll from G'nar with a small nod of thanks and methodically begins to dissect the pastry rather than eat it. Every once in awhile, a bit manages to make it to his mouth, and he nibbles off and on, interposed with the odd sip of juice. "Mmf. I don't know. Whatever Belena says, I guess."

Catriona snorts an entirely unladylike snort as she takes the meatroll and begins to shred it between her fingers. "You didn't have hair you'd spent Turns growing out and taking care of," she points out. "I know short is better under a helmet, but Shannen went about it all wrong. It was my best feature. Belena's good, though. So long as she doesn't get tempted by any of the weyrlings." Nudge nudge wink wink.

G'nar chuckles. "It grows back, Cat. And I must have missed the hair cutting since mine is short anyway. What did she do to you?" that earned Shannen such a sweet girl's eternal hatred? The last part is implied, rather than spoken. He finishes off a third meatroll, taking a sip of klah.

T'yari rolls his eyes at that, remarking, "She's already got a weyrmate. I don't think that she'd go for two." He returns to picking at his food and to silence, then, finding it safer to stay quiet; if he's lucky, he won't manage to draw any attention. Yeah, right.

"She was rude." And more than that Catti isn't saying, since it would involve admitting to embarassing things like crying and saving a lock of shorn hair and what not. "I'm not going to grow it back, though. Like you said, it's easier short. Shoulder-length is enough for me, I guess." A puzzled look is shot then at Yari. "Who said anything about weyrmates? I'm talking about good old fashioned fun. She's that type, or so I thought. And she has some ex-weyrlings on her list, last time I checked..."

"Well, I'm not one of them." Is noted by G'nar after a sip of klah. "Although Kass and I did get together before she left." The thought of the bluerider makes him sigh. "I miss her still, too. Then there was T'yari. And that's the sum total of my experience. Haven't even thought about a weyrmate much less practiced enough to enjoy one." He eyes Cat thoughtfully, wondering what she left out. "You seem rather experienced, though, Catti. Were you one of Belena's conquests?" He grins at that, and reaches for some bread and cheese. "If she's into fun, I'd imagine you could provide some."

T'yari takes it upon himself to explain, then, after heaving a small sigh. "She weyrmated V'lin. And he was a weyrling..." He trails off, then dismisses the subject with a small flick of his fingers. "Nevermind. It's not important." T'yari, who was at the hair-shearing event, chooses not to divulge what information he knows, taking his cue from Catriona. No further comments on his part. He just does his best not to choke or sputter when G'nar decides to speak up.

"Me? Shards, no. I'm not her type," Catriona actually giggles, nose scrunching up just a bit at the thought. "I'm just good at listening to gossip when I /should/ be listening to the official stuff that happens around here. As for my experience..." An eyebrow is artfully quirked, Catti's grin taking on that evil tilt that she's known for. "I haven't considered weyrmating anyone either. And I'll leave it at that." Several bites of meatroll are taken before she adds in afterthought, "And to be honest, anyone who weyrmated me would probably lose their temper at least three times a day with me. Right, Yari?"

G'nar grins, taking another swig of klah "I rarely lose my temper, Cat....I don't think even you could drive me to it that often." Not that he's desperately pining after that weyrmating with the greenrider, no. He's just stating a fact. "Last time my temper was tempted was after Davoth flew Nediath.." He slants a look at T'yari. He probably knows all about that. "But I think you are right, Cat. You are more my type than Belena's." Hmm...was that a...suggestion? From sweet G'nar? He /has/ been learning things from that dragon of his.

T'yari glances towards the other greenrider and suspiciously inquires, "Why're you asking /me/ that? I don't see you three times a day." He misses the point, or just dodges around it. "Er. Sure." He responds to the look sent his way by G'nar with a faint scowl -- /he/ remembers that perfectly well. Rolling his eyes, Yari states, "How would you know what Belena's type is, anyways?"

Oh my. Catti is actually taken by surprise, tossing a startled blink G'nar-wards and pausing a moment to compile an answer. In half a second, the bubbly mask is back in place, just in time for her to say, "Really? And here Q'rin had me half convinced that I was an annoying busybody that could scare a man off at twenty paces...nice to know I'm appreciated..." Following that up with a teasing eyebrow wiggle, she grins before looking back to Yari. "Well, you /would/ see me three times a day if you wanted to. Maybe I should camp out on your ledge, to test it out. See if you did lose your temper..."

G'nar chuckles, settling back in his seat and still eyeing Catriona thoughtfully. "Q'rin's an odd one. I'm not sure he even likes girls." Kind of like T'yari. Must run in the family, right? "But I think you like to paint a bigger picture of your temper then is truly there, Cat." He grins. "It's all an act." There. Now try to slip around that. "As for you, 'Yari....I'd be wary if I were you. She may not really have a horrible temper, but /that/ is a threat she might carry out, knowing her." he means, of course, the camping on a ledge bit.

"I don't lose my temper." Lie, lie. T'yari does his best to look convincing, but probably fails miserably; he doesn't have much experience pulling off poker-faces. "Very often, anyways," he fudges. "Besides -- wouldn't that be cold, and all?" He conveniently forgets the fact that Ista's climate rules out the possibility of much coldness. Glancing back to G'nar, he quirks brows skeptically. "He /only/ likes girls," comes the dry information. "And I would've thought that's obvious. All he likes is drinking and girls. And throwing knives. And gambling..." So speaketh the man who's father sent Q'rin away for possible 'corruption' of dear little Yari. The greenrider peers towards Catriona, then. "No she wouldn't."

"Oh, I'm pretty certain he does like girls. I've heard stories, anyways," Catriona says, skillfully avoiding making any sort of eye contact with the thoughtful G'nar. It's so much easier to keep up a front when one isn't being stared down. "And /I/ don't have a bad temper. I just seem to inspire them in other people," she continues cheerfully, "So... how about it, Yari? I could always cuddle up with you and Nediath when it gets chilly. And Nediath would have Reiseth to gossip to." Oh yes she would. She would indeed. She's just that bad. "Cmon... I'd be a fun ledgemate!"

G'nar grins. "Does he now? I never would have thought it. Must be the reason he disappears so often, eh? Heading for the holds and the girls, wine, and gambling to be found there." Where a rider might find easy targets for the former, at that. "Well, are you saying that you like both then, 'Yari?" is asked after a sip of klah, eyes pinning the greenrider intently. "I didn't get that impression myself." No..he thought he hated it. "Obviously I was wrong." He shrugs, chuckling at Catriona "You'd be an even better bedmate, I'm thinking." Woah. Did G'nar just say that? Amazing. Don't mind the big man. His dragon made him do it.

Do browns get proddy? Catriona awards G'nar with a befuddled look, the teasing manner of a second ago gone as it becomes more and more difficult to keep up the light patter of conversation -- on her end, anyways. Valiently, however, she makes an effort, "I decided a long time ago that any bedmates I have are all going to have to adore me exclusively." So there. And yes, she did mean bedmates in the plural. She flashes a broad grin, almost challenging G'nar to come up with something to circumvent that, before casting a curious look at Yari. How /is/ he going to answer that?

T'yari eyes Catriona, too, but not in a thoughtful manner; rather, he's eying her in a way that shows he's not quite sure whether she's just joking or not. Or if he wants to take that challenge or not. He swipes crumbs from the table, replying, "Why else would he've been a vintner?" This time, Yari does sputter some as the discussion turns from Q'rin. "I didn't say that -- it wasn't in reference to /me./" After a pause, he snappishly states, "You are a Faranth-sharding /infuriating/ person and I am /not/ going to answer that." So there.

G'nar laughs heartily at T'yari's childish response, but gives him a skeptical look "Methinks he does protest too much, hmm, Cat?" he asks the opinion of the other greenrider. "Ah, well. If I'm infuriating, it's only because I know what you look like in the heat of passion, T'yari. That obviously bothers you." He blinks...now /that/ was probably a bit much. But now, it's time to respond to Catriona. And he does so with a gentle smile "I think I could handle that. After all, it isn't as if anyone else takes my fancy." At the moment, anyway. Davoth is teaching him many things - but to be a brownriding slut isn't one of them - yet.

"Hey, I'm supposed to be the infuriating one!" Catriona laughs, eyes crinkling up as she shakes a finger at T'yari. "And you haven't said a thing about whether or not I can steal your ledge." It's obvious by now that she's just joking about the ledge. And it's safer right now to stick with humour. Tucking down in her chair -- it's not a way of almost hiding, really -- she tips her head at G'nar and flashes a smile in return, "Total adoration would get boring after awhile though, wouldn't it? I mean... you know what I mean." Not quite able to cope with the suave side of G'nar, Catti does her best not to fidget. Thank Faranth for a complexion that doesn't blush easily.

"I don't even know /why/ I talk to you," mutters T'yari peevishly. The retort draws shock -- the greenrider's jaw drops, face flushing a shade of crimson that shows even over his deep tan, and it takes a minute before he remembers to shut his mouth. No reply, though; he's not able to manage that one just yet. When Yari does speak, it's directed at Catriona and lacks the normal embarrassment that such a remark would've generated earlier; his embarrassment's all spent on G'nar, right now. "I don't care. Do whatever you want. I'm -- leaving."

Oh good. Something else to focus on, other than G'nar being all... charming. "Leaving? Awww." Catriona actually said that. Aww. Straightening up in the chair, she gives the greenrider a sincere look of disappointment. "I didn't mean it, Yari. I wouldn't invade your privacy like that, I was just teasing. Still friends?"

G'nar looks rather contrite at T'yari's sudden desire to leave, and puts out a hand. "No, don't go, 'Yari. I promise I'll stop." Or make at least an attempt to. And see? He's trying. He turns his attention on Cat instead (gee, isn't she glad?) and smiles - it almost resembles one of the smarmy things that Davoth would use if he could actually smile, just not as....obvious. "Perhaps after a few months of total adoration, you'd return the emotion?" is suggested. "That way we could avoid the boredom bit."

Either T'yari doesn't see G'nar's hand, or he chooses to ignore it. Either way, the greenrider rises from his seat in one swift movement. "I know, I know. But I think --I think I should go. And I'll see y'all later--" The words come out choppily, short little spurts of broken phrases, as the greenrider makes his escape. Yari flees.

"I'll drop by tomorrow maybe, to measure out the ledge! Night, Yari." Catriona watches the man depart, keeping her eyes on his back until said back disappears into the tunnel. Then, oh so casually, she leans forward and props elbows on the table, so her chin rest comfortably cupped in both hands. Casual. That should help. "Well... I don't know," she says slowly, doing her utmost to keep a light tone to her voice, "I can't say I've ever really tried the adoration thing. Boredom though... boredom is bad."

[What happens after Yari leaves – log comes from Catriona]

G'nar chuckles..."He'll see us later...unless he sees us first, I'm thinking." is noted, he too watching T'yari disappear. He takes a sip of klah, then turns his attention back to you, and rather focused that attention is, too. He smiles. "Boredom is bad. Do you think me boring, then, Cat? I know I must have been back when we were weyrlings. I'm not surprised you never thought of me in connection with your bed."

"Boring? No, actually, you were wonderful. I probably enjoyed making you blush too much, though." Steadily, the already tanned skin of Catriona's face is growing darker. A shame that T'yari isn't around to see it, he'd no doubt feel some sort of triumph. "I didn't think of /anyone/ in connection with my bed, G'nar." The propped against the table pose is abandoned, swapped for leaning back in the chair, fingers drumming against her leg. "You haven't been taking charming lessons from Q'rin, have you?" she asks, mustering up a grin.

"Davoth....he's been giving me tips." is noted, with a grin. "Of course, some of them I haven't tried, since I don't happen to be a male dragon." He shrugs. "But others..I have to say life is more interesting now that I don't get embarrassed by every little thing - though if you like, I suppose I could try blushing again." But he doesn't really want to. He tilts his head, his expression questioning "You don't like me anymore, Cat? I know I've changed a bit.."

Catriona chuckles quietly, reaching up to rake a hand back through her hair. "I /did/ warn you that you would probably end up feeling that way, if you ended up with a dragon with Davoth's tendencies. That night in the pool, remember?" The grin fades into a more muted smile, revealing just a hint of uncertainty about how to answer this one. "I do like you. You know that, G'nar. You, Yari and Q'rin were my best friends from the start. You /have/ changed though. I shouldn't have kept such a low profile... I didn't expect you to... um... well... you made me blush, shardit!" The fact that she's laughing now, at herself, takes the sting out of that comment.

G'nar chuckles softly. "Surprised you, didn't I? And you were completely right - so you can't be upset by the change. Actually, that night in the pool was somewhat of a turning point for me as well." he admits....something he couldn't have admitted (or wouldn't have) for all the Marks in the world. "I...have found you rather attractive for a while now, Cat. I suppose that's not a surprise, though, right?" After all, he thought it was quite obvious. "I felt foolish about it, too. After all, I'm just the bumbling ex-farmer. I couldn't even talk right back then." Ah, how people can change in just a few Turns.

"I liked how you talked," Catti says firmly, nodding her head for emphasis. It's probably the safest thing to reply to, at the moment. "Your accent had character. There was nothing bumbling about you then. Or now." After a moment's pause, she adds with another chuckle, "Especially now. Um. You know, I've gotten by until now by being in total control of any conversation like this. You're completely ruining my routine, G'nar." Not quite teasing, not quite serious, she cants her head to one side and smiles. "You're not feeling foolish now, are you?"

G'nar leans back in his chair, sipping his klah, and shakes his head. "Not at all. Once you've lived with Davoth for Turns, nothing phases you." And /that/'s experience "I don't even blush when he's being blatant anymore." And, as you can see, when G'nar is doing so himself. "But you keep avoiding the question. You liked my accent. You didn't find me bumbling. But...was there anything about me that you found attractive? You know...potential bedmate attractive?"

Catriona folds her arms across her chest and scrunches up her nose, searching out some way to continue avoiding giving an answer that won't leave her vulnerable -- at least in her own view. "I think I liked you better blushing. You were easier to handle," she says wryly, before giving up and just plunging right into a real reply, "I already did answer you, just not very obviously, you know. I said that you, Q'rin and Yari were my best friends. I liked all three of you. Still do. Although if you tell them, I'll have to hurt you, since Yari would avoid me, and Q'rin would never let me live it down."

G'nar grins, draining his klah. "Well, I suppose I'll have to live with that..for now. But I'll be working on making you think of me as more than a friend." He sets the cup down, pushing his chair back "But that's for another time. Now, I think I will collect that lump of sulking brown hide out there and head for bed....care to join me?" After all, it doesn't hurt to ask? But his expression suggests that he doesn't figure you'll take him up on the offer.

"Silly, I did mean that I liked the three of you as more than friends." Catriona rummages out her old grin, and shakes her head just a bit. Men. They're so awfully cute sometimes. "But it's not as if I could act on it. Yari would have died, Q'rin would have been impossible to live with... and the old you would have died as well. Right?" She glances towards the bowl, to you, to the bowl... decisions, decisions. "I don't know. I have sweeps early tomorrow..."

G'nar laughs lightly, obviously amused by your comment. "True...I probably would have died. Although I did manage to survive Kassandra - and T'yari. So I'm fairly sure I won't expire anymore" But it was an iffy thing back then. He tugs a strand of your hair as you try to make up your mind. "Do what you want...but know that I wouldn't mind keeping you warm tonight."

"Well..." Catti grins and playfully swats at your hand. "I wouldn't mind either. But only if you swear on Davoth's shell that you won't tell /anyone/ you had me blushing. I have a reputation to live up to, you know. I'm supposed to be the one who makes people blush. Not the other way around. It'd be interesting though to see what tricks those two taught you." Oh yes, Miss Experience herself is hardly about to admit that her own library of tricks is somewhat empty. Learning experiences are good things.

G'nar just laughs again, slinging an arm about your shoulder - he'll consider that a yes, he will. And down he leans, kissing you rather firmly and with not a little expertise. Indeed, he does seem to have learned something. He straightens, then starts to move you towards the exit. "I won't tell them you blushed, for the sheer reason that I plan to make you do it again, Cat.." He murmurs close to your ear "Preferably all over." Yes, Davoth has taught him well.

Catriona, now that she's made up her mind, is more than happy to be kissed, moved, whispered to. Maybe Suave G'nar isn't such a bad thing, after all. If she can get over that whole burning face sensation. "You, brownrider, are a force to be reckoned with," she chuckles softly, comfortably slipping an arm around your waist. "I'll do my best to live up to such high expectations..."

G'nar grins, rather pleased with the compliment, and kisses your onyx curls. "My parents wouldn't know me, but I can't say I'm not glad I have changed. I was getting tired of being red all the time." Now it's Cat's turn. "Come on...I'll show you exactly what I'm made of. We can learn more about each other."