Catriona very rarely ever makes idle threats -- though she still hasn't carried out her plot to unstop all of Q'rin's kegs -- and so it should come as no surprise when the marigold-streaked Reiseth settles to a landing, unannounced, on the ledge. To make ammends for inviting herself, the green offers a polite rumble of greeting and apology to Nediath while crouching for Catti's dismount. Tahdah. "Yari!"

Nediath languidly lounges upon the ledge, stretched out the full-length -- which, admittedly, isn't so much. The green shifts, however, as the other arrives, unlidding eyes to lazily peer towards Reiseth and offer her subdued croon of welcome. Alerted by his lifemate, T'yari emerges from the weyr's interior only moments before Catriona's call. "Um. Hi." The skinny man stands for a minute in silence, at a loss, and finally wonders, "How come you're up here?" Yari eyes her suspiciously. "Did you bring camping gear?"

"I decided to wait to bring all that stuff up here, just in case." Catriona flashes her trademark 'Don't worry' grin -- which means it's perfectly alright to do so -- and ambles forward, after giving a friendly nod to Nediath. "Sorry to interrupt your nap, Nediath. Just wanted to chat with your lifemate." Uh-oh. "Aren't you happy to see me, Yari? We haven't talked in awhile, y'know..."

T'yari relaxes a little, even managing a faint quirk of his lips that classifies as an almost-smile. "She doesn't mind," the greenrider relays, glancing towards Nediath; gaze lingers upon the dragon as she replaces her head upon her forelimbs. Then, looking back towards Catriona, he's quick to affirm, "Oh, of course. Company's always welcome." As long as they don't overstay their welcome, that is.

Reiseth situates herself where she is, curling up in a tight tuck and mimicing Nediath's pose of head on forelimbs. This could take awhile, knowing Catriona... "Wonderful! Look, I even brought a present..." The girl pulls a flask from a jacket pocket and holds it up to the light. "Just Benden white, I don't drink any of the harder stuff. Want some? I promise it's none of Q'rin's stuff."

T'yari shakes his head once, twice. "No, no thanks. I don't like that stuff very much." He gestures towards the flask with one hand. "Q'rin tried to make me like it. I don't. It tastes funny." Here, nose wrinkles at the remembered taste of alcohol; of course, any that Yari's had probably hasn't been of the quality that's being proffered.

"It's just wine, but alright." Catti shrugs, uncorking the flask and taking the tiniest of sips while keeping a casual eye on the other greenrider. Silence reigns as the flask is then returned to its pocket. Must buy time to think of what to say. Hmmm. "I'm kind of worried about you, Yari," she finally settles on, voice and expression completely sincere, lacking even the usual teasing amusement she carries around like a blanket. "You didn't seem like yourself the other night."

"Yeah, but doesn't it all taste the same?" T'yari inquires. "All dry and bitter and gross. And it's got a bad aftertaste." Startlement flickers across the young man's expression upon her next words, which he attempts to hide -- along with the faint blush that's begun to show against his already dark skin -- by turning back towards the weyr proper. "You know, we don't have to just stand out here," he remarks, glancing back to Catti before moving away, towards the interior -- and safety. Supposedly.

"Not really. A good Benden white has kind of a sweet, fruity taste to it. If you want to try it, just ask, I have plenty." Sauntering along behind, Catti slips her hands in her pockets and does her best to keep that thoughtful look off of her face. It wouldn't do to let the prey know that it's being stalked. Casual, friendly, these are the words of the day. "It's warm enough outside... um. You know, Yari, I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything. I actually thought I'd try something new, haven't done it much really... "

"Really?" Against his original intentions, T'yari's interest is piqued, and he pauses long enough to peer back around, skepticism sliding into place upon his countenance; thankfully, the original flush of color has faded. "Er. Um. Okay. I'm not uncomfortable?" he responds, a note of questioning entering the greenrider's tone. Then, against his better judgement, he can't help but ask, "What's that?"

Nothing quite like curiosity to bring someone into the snare. Grinning, Catriona picks up her steps a bit until she's walking almost directly along side and remarks, "I was going to listen! I'm usually far too busy giving advice, I hardly know how to listen. So I thought... maybe you wouldn't mind being the first to let me practice. I worry about you, y'know. And since talking never works, maybe this'll help instead. What do you think?"

Poor Yari is too innocent for his own good, and utterly too easy to trap. "Oh. Okay." He agrees readily enough, and it's not until the words are out that he thinks to add, "But I don't really have anything that needs talking about, you know, so maybe I'm not the greatest choice." Upon entering, seats are spotted and he gestures towards one, adding a bit awkwardly, "You can go ahead and sit, if you want." Himself, he slides into the other. "You don't have to worry about me," T'yari adds. "I'm fine -- besides. If I needed to be worried about, wouldn't Nediath say something?" A pause. "She says things all the time, though, about me."

The indicated chair is dropped into after Catti takes off her jacket and slings it over the back. Cozying down, she laces her fingers behind her head and offers a lopsided smile. "I don't know if she'd say anything to me or Reiseth, really. And I do have something you could talk about, actually, and /please/ don't get scared off, but... I was wondering why you and G'nar were having problems. You two have been friends for awhile now, and... well... his feelings are a little hurt." There. She's said her piece, as gently as she's capable of, so she'll be quiet now.

The blush that T'yari somehow managed to get rid of makes its return, now, and the greenrider looks less than pleased at the direction the conversation's taken. Of all things -- it /figures/ that Catriona would ask about this. He shifts uncomfortably, eying the floor in favor of the woman; safer, that way. "Because he's being -- annoying," comes the response, purposefully vague and more than a little irritable. "You were there the other night. You heard." Gaze slides towards Catti, briefly, and he pointedly adds, "You weren't all that great, either."

"How's he being annoying?" Catti displays nothing other than pure and simple confusion. Sure, she was being a total brat, but G'nar was just trying to be friendly. Or so she perceives it. "I'm sorry I was being a pest, really, Yari. But I can't help it sometimes. My mouth is too fast for my brain," she adds sincerely, even going so far as to smile just a little to back up the contrite effect, "But G'nar seemed like he was really hurt by your not even wanting to look at him."

"Same way you were," T'yari states with a small sniff. He levels a look that almost falls into the category of 'dirty' upon Catriona, then returns to staring at his piece of floor. "Yeah. Well. With /you,/ it's expected." He guiltily looks up, penitence entering his tone as he mutters, "Sorry. I didn't mean that." Well. He sort of did. "I looked at him," the greenrider protests next. "And then he practically attacked me with a bag of tunnelsnakes." He overexaggerates a little bit, maybe, but the displeasure that's evident in both expression and inflection is veritable enough.

Tunnelsnakes? Huh? "Well, you could have meant that if you wanted. I know how I can be," Catti says smoothly, doing her best not to allow growing puzzlement to show in the smile she's stubbornly holding onto. "What do you mean he attacked you with a bag of tunnelsnakes? Maybe it was... an accident? I thought you were avoiding him still because Davoth caught Nediath..." G'nar didn't mention a thing about tunnelsnake attacks.

T'yari waves the phrase off with a dismissive flick of fingertips. "It was an expression," he clarifies, rolling his eyes before a black glare is swiftly darted towards the ground at the mention of the flight. Then: "Hmph. I'm not avoiding anyone." That is, obviously, a blatant lie -- Yari avoids half the Weyr on a normal day.

"Yari, you know for a fact that you /are/ avoiding people. Especially G'nar." After a brief pause, she plunges right in, "He wasn't that rough with you after the flight, was he? He seemed alright the other night, but I know how flights can change people." Catti pauses again, waiting for the question to sink in, before adding with a mild smile, "You know I'm your friend, right? I just don't like seeing you so obviously uncomfortable. Except when I'm teasing you and get you to laugh or something."

If T'yari wasn't obviously uncomfortable, he is now -- and blushing. "Er. Um. Er." He doesn't want to answer that question, really, or any others; reluctantly, he negates that suspicious with brief shake of his head. "That wasn't it." Yari swoops into the other subject wholeheartedly, tossing a faintly bemused look towards Catriona and mildly stating, "Thanks. Nice to know that you have standards. I'd never get a respite from you, otherwise. You can be as bad as Nediath."

"Then what is it?" Ha. He's not going to get out of this one so easily. Catti's twice as stubborn as a hungry wherry and not afraid to show it. "Is it G'nar at all? Or are you just upset over Nediath going up?" Straightening up in the chair, she leans forward and rests her elbows on her knees, assuming a 'I'm worried and really interested in what you have to say' pose. "If you'll explain to me why you've been acting as you have been, I promise I'll ease up on the teasing. I swear on Rei's shell."

T'yari chooses the second option. "Nediath going up," he informs after a hesitation as his gaze drops back to the floor, which he scuffs at with one booted toe. "I don't like her going up. It's not -- real." Embarrassment slides into his demeanor; after all, T'yari's accustomed to this being a hush-hush topic that only went on behind closed doors, and he's not exactly used to being on the other side of that barrier, figuratively speaking. "And -- yeah. That bothers me."

Ah ha. The truth comes out! Catti dips her chin in a sympathetic nod. "No more teasing, then. As much as I can. And if I forget, you have my permission to smack me." Eyes crinkling with a grin, she adds, "But not too hard, or Reiseth might take offense. So... it was the flight itself, not G'nar's winning. You might want to tell him that, Yari. He thinks you hate him." Alright, so maybe she's exaggerating just the teeniest bit. But it's for a good cause. "Because you don't like boys that way or something. I don't know. But you're both being hurt by this... and something's going to have to be figured out, because it'll happen again." Remember how she mentioned trying not to give advice? She forgot about that.

"I'll remember that," T'yari states wryly. "That's the only reason, you know, that I'm telling you anything and haven't pushed you off the ledge by now." Half-serious, he quickly sobers and grumps, "I don't want to." Momentarily, he slips into little-boy-churlishness, adding, "He wouldn't think that if he didn't act like he is." After a moment, the greenrider tacks on, "Besides. I don't think I like him like--like that, and it's just strange to.." The rest is cut short as Yari trails away, choosing the leave that phrase unfinished. It's not exactly that difficult to figure out his meaning, anyways.

Catriona spreads her hands in an open gesture that's intended to back up what she says next, "I'm not going to be pushy, Yari. I promise. I just want to help, since that's what friends do for each other. And G'nar won't know that his behaviour's annoying you unless you tell him. Or I tell him, which I would if you wanted me to." Taking up the wry tone, she finishes up with a chuckling, "And he doesn't like you like that, either, I think. He's kind of... into someone else right now, so I wouldn't worry about it."

Yeah, right. From T'yari's expression, he doesn't quite believe that, but he does appreciate the intent. "I did tell him," comes the innocently stated response. "The other day. You were there. I think he can figure it out on his own. He's not /that/ stupid." In other words, Yari's not quite ready to stop avoiding the brownrider. Curiousity propels him to question, next, "Oh? Who's that?"

"You did? Well... maybe you weren't clear enough. I didn't think you'd told him." Catti hesitates, pondering the wisdom in revealing all -- then decides to heck with it. With a rather sheepish shrug, and a bit of a grin, she says, "Me. He's one of those that I've liked, and he seemed so upset by the two of you being upset with each other... do you want me to try to explain to him?" Ever the humanitarian, she is.

"Oh." So much for T'yari's attempt. "Maybe you're wrong," he suggests hopefully. Surprise displaces the misplaced optimism, and brows arch upwards. "Really." The greenrider's careful to keep his tone neutral. "Do you like him, too?" he can't help but ask; blush falls into place seconds later, and he hastens to correct what he perceives to be a social faux pas. "Sorry -- you don't have to answer that." Then, wrinkling his nose, he replies, "Not really." Yari apparently thinks that if he ignores it long enough, it'll just go away on its own. Avoidance at its finest.

Catriona waves a dismissive hand and chuckles, "I like him, always have. He's a good friend. You want to know a secret though?" Ooooh, she's getting all serious here. "Before G'nar, I'd been with a grand total of one person. After a goldflight. And things got really wierd afterwards, me not knowing how to act around him and vice versa. I haven't talked to him since, Yari. And I don't want that to happen between you and G'nar. The two of you are some of the best friends I have." Gee, Catti's... almost human right now. Wonders never cease.

T'yari's mindful to stay noncommittal, clinging to his impartiality, and only echoes his earlier vocalization. "Oh." Instantly disconcerted, he practically look anywhere but the other greenrider while he attempts to formulate some sort of response. "Look. It's not a big deal. I'm okay. He's okay. Everything's fine. Or it will be." Illusions are easier to deal with than reality, after all. "Besides. Now he's got you, right?"

"No one has me, Yari. I was raised in a weyr, remember?" Catti stands up, raking a hand back through her hair and pulling a bit of a face. "And it has nothing to do with whether or not he's in my bed. It has everything to do with the fact that he's your friend. And you're not being fair to him by treating him like this. Especially if it has nothing to do with him, specifically. But you probably don't want to hear that... I have to head out. I'll try to smooth things over with him, though." Whether Yari wants it or not. Ha.

"Whatever." T'yari's dubious about whether that answer is the whole truth or not, but he lets it go. "I didn't do anything," he objects in a slightly hurt tone. "It's not /my/ fault." He, too, rises to his feet, propping hands on hips in the semblence of nonchalance. Then, more concerned and almost anxious, Yari thinks to ask, "You're not mad at me, are you?" He winces a little. "Do you /have/ to?"

Catriona hesitates for a moment, then steps forward and opens her arms up. Look out, she obviously intends to hug. "Yari, I haven't ever been mad at you. I just wish you could step into G'nar's shoes, and see how it looks to him. And to me. It's not his fault either, just keep that in mind, alright? And yes, I have to. To keep his feelings from being completely smushed until you decide you're ready to talk to him."

Ack. Not that. T'yari isn't completely sure how to react, or what's expected of him, and ends up simply staying put, hands dropping from hips to hang at his sides, motionless. "Oh. Okay." A face is pulled as Catriona's answer differs from what he'd like to hear, and he reluctantly states, "Fine." Knowing Yari, it could be Turns before he's ready to talk.