Spacious, if not exorbitantly so, the stone expanse of this weyr is kept diligently clean by the means of sweeping, scrubbing and the friction of a dragon's large body dragging along the rock. Protected by the curve of the Bowl's walls to either side, the innermost are of the ledge if free from the lash of the elements, and this is where a stone couch has been hollowed into the floor. The unprotected portion of the ledge reaches out over the bowl, and is scratched by the talons of countless landings.
 A large split in the rock creates an uneven entrance into the inner weyr beyond. The opening has been covered by the means of a large, heavy tapestry that depicts the scene of three full flights of dragons flying over Ista's Star Stones at sunset.

Reiseth, who is three-quarters asleep, rouses herself enough to offer a dozy sort of croon to Nediath as the other green lands. It's terrifying how she's always so polite, even when mostly dreaming.

Nediath neatly lands, making sure not to encroach on Reiseth's space. One should always respect a sleeping dragon. T'yari, upon dismounting, approaches the weyr proper, heralding his entry with a cautious call: "Catti?"

Inner Weyr - Catriona and Reiseth's Weyr(#531RJ)

 As with the ledge outside, this weyr is in no way spacious, though it holds a certain cozy comfort in its own right. Bare stone walls have been given warmth by the addition of rich amber tapestries that bear pale designs of swirling crimsons, cerulean and moss-green. The color is extended to the rug covering most of the floor: a pure square of heavy gold that creates the impression of walking on captured sunlight. A simple bed, wide enough to accomadate Catriona and whomever she invites into the weyr rests along the far wall, draped in creamy blankets cool enough to provide cover but little warmth on hot Istan nights. To the left are a pair of large wardrobes, the second open to reveal straps needing repair and several old jackets and helmets. Beside these, placed to catch what little sunlight makes it through the entrance, is a stand of wide pots holding delicate green seedlings that give off the pleasant smell of mint.

"Come on in, Yari!" The call is given absently, backwards over one shoulder. Catti is presently busy with the process of arranging a positively huge pile of down-stuffed cushions and blankets in one corner. It just /might/ be that bed she was threatening about, and isn't it something. Fit for a ... a ... a something.

T'yari does so, but only because of Nediath's prompting and the affirmative response that he receives. It doesn't /sound/ like she'll bite his head off. But one never knows. "What're you doing?" he inquires awkwardly, eying the pile curiously. "Want me to help out?"

Catriona gives the huge lump of fluffy material a fond pat and straigtens up, turning around with a grin. "I think I have it just about finished, actually. It's the comfiest bed you'll find anywhere on this island, I'll bet. Want to try it out?" she asks, the picture of gleeful enthusiasm. Pleased with herself, she is. "Go ahead. Jump on it. You can't even tell that there's stone under there."

"Really?" T'yari considers the odd-looking bed for a minute, tactfully not commenting about how it looks more like a huge mound than a normal cot-like contraption. "Oh, no, that's okay," he hastens to assure. "I'm sure it's great. If I jump in, I'll probably never manage to climb back out." Then, so to not sound ungrateful, he adds, "Besides -- I'll be trying it soon, right?"

"Well... actually, I suppose you're right." Catriona pauses, grin fading a notch before jumping into full force again. "I just wanted to make sure you'd be comfortable and all. And to make sure you didn't think I was doing this just to get you in /my/ bed for more than a few hours. So..." A hand is waved grandly at the 'bed' in question. Tahdah. "So where's all of your stuff?"

T'yari reassures, "It looks very comfortable. Better than anything that's back in that pink place." The mention of his painted weyr brings a faintly disgusted look to the greenrider's expression, but he swiftly moves on, replying, "Out there." A thumb is jerked towards the ledge, and presumably Nediath. He only coughs at the idea of jumping into a different bed and doesn't offer any vocalized comments about /that./

Let it be noted that Catti was watching closely for whatever sort of reaction he would have in response to the remark about her bed. Awwww. No comment can be so frustrating! "Oh... well... um..." Having never done this tenant in her weyr thing before, she glances around to make sure everything's tidy then offers, "Need any help carrying it in? I know it's just going to be for a day or two until your weyr's repainted and all, but... " A hopeful smile is offered. "I /do/ want to make sure you're comfortable here. Really, Yari."

T'yari has learned, over the Turns, that being noncommittal works marvelously, and uninformative habits are hard to break. He does, however, cast a small smile towards the other greenrider while he states, "No, that's okay -- I didn't bring much. And if I need more, I can always pop back over and pick things up." He starts for the ledge, pausing to peer around and add, "I'm sure I will be -- thanks, Cat. That's nice of you." When he returns, it's only with one small bag which, after a small hesitation, is dropped beside the plush mound.

The Better Bolder Catti is currently no where in sight, and considering that she's never had anyone in here for longer than an hour or two, if that... she's feeling just a tad awkward about what to do with herself. Insist on helping? One can almost see her checking that as a negative, in her head. It's only one little bag, after all. "That's true, I suppose," she remarks, "Pink shouldn't be harmful in small doses." The aforementioned bag is eyed with some interest, but in the name of being polite, she doesn't ask what he did bring over. Yet. "So... um... what do you want to do now?"

T'yari is always awkward -- it's a state of being for him. "Well, maybe," he compromises, glancing back towards the other greenrider. "But you probably wouldn't like /your/ walls if they were all pink." Would she? "It's...bright." And girly. Did he mention girly? His bag is toed absently before shoulders give a small shrug. "Um. I don't know." Helpful, isn't he.

Catriona rarely awkward, and she doesn't like being so, not even a little. So, to cover it...Catti gets bubbly. Oh dear. "Oh I don't know. Pink can be kind of relaxing, if it's soft," she grins, "It's not all bad though, Yari. We get to spend more time together because of it, after all." Wink wink. Curling up comfortably against the head of her own bed, she gestures at the other rider. "You could sit down if you want. I know you're technically a guest, but it won't be any fun if you /act/ that way."

Bubbly Catti is certainly scarier than awkward Catti. And only makes T'yari even more nervous. "I don't think it's relaxing. I think it's annoying. And bright. The sort of color that keeps you awake at night." The winks generate a slightly wary expression, but he willingly obliges, good weyrguest that he is, gingerly settling onto his pillowy 'bed.' "Uh huh."

"That's not always a bad thing, Yari." Catriona's nose crinkles in amusement, the expression meant to be reassuring but falling far short. One of these days, she'll figure out the best way to set T'yari at his ease. Till then... this is what he gets. Poor dear. "Being kept awake at night, I mean. Hey, is that as comfortable as it looks?" Perking up, she watches the greenrider sinking into the mound of cushions. Uh oh...

T'yari figured it'd be safer than sitting on Catti's bed, but if he fails to be able to get out, that could be a different story. "It isn't?" It takes him a minute to catch on, and when he does, he blushes nearly as pink as those infamous walls of his. "Er." He moves on, grateful for an out. "Yeah," he replies, sinking down. Down, down, down. "It's really comfortable. You did a good job."

"It certainly looks that way. Good thing I made it big." Why? Because the next thing Catti does is jump off of her own bed and race at his, taking a flying leap when she's a few feet away. Given how deeply that pile of fluffy stuff is heaped, it's probably not surprising that she bounces a few times upon landing, sending up shockwaves. At least she wasn't aiming to land on Yari. "Hey!" she laughs, floundering around for balance, "/I/ just may have to sleep here tonight."

Oh dear. Oh dear oh dear oh dear. That's the litany that's running through T'yari's head right now, if the look on his face is an indication. And it usually is. The shockwaves cause him to shift, steadying hands flung out so that he isn't dumped into an inextricable crevice or onto the floor itself. "Oof. Uh." He does his best not to respond to the final statement -- maybe from her position she won't be able to see his blushes.

Once the tidal wave has died down enough for anything more than silly giggles on Catti's part, she peers over a lumpy roll of blanket and grins at the man. "Oh come on, you have to admit that that was fun. It's like jumping on a cloud! You try it," she urges, reaching over to poke at his ribs. "Go on. Climb out and then jump back in. You won't get hurt, I swear."

"Hey," he protests feebly, batting at her hand. Poking's unfair. He does, however, follow her instructions, tentatively making his way out from the pile of pillowy goodness. It takes awhile, but he does make it. "You sure?" he questions before actually taking the jump. "Well, okay..." Uncertainty lingers in T'yari's expression, but he does mimic Catriona's earlier flinging of self into the bed, although he's somewhat more subdued.

Subdued isn't as much fun, ut at least it's something. Catriona's delight seems to hint that she didn't think he'd do it at all. Laughing, she braces herself through the milder shockwaves before nodding her Official Approval. And reaching out to poke at him again. It's like being in the nursery with the littles, honestly. "Not so bad at all, Yari. I was just teasing though. I won't steal your bed from you, even if it is awfully comfy."

T'yari can be convinced to do just about anything if the question or suggestion or order is phrased properly. Once again, the poking receives a response of waving a rebellious hand at Catriona. "Hey. You're going to make my ribs black and blue pretty soon, here." Mildly relieved as she takes pity on him, Yari simply replies, "Oh. Okay."

"Sorry." Contritely, the hand is drawn back and Catriona allows herself to sink deep, deeper and deepest into the layers of cushions. The bed may not be stolen -- yet -- but no need to give up enjoying it just yet. Safely hidden away by puffy billows of ...well... puff, she remarks, "You know, I'd forgotten to ask you... did you... have fun the other night? After the dancing lesson?" There just might be a hint of that earlier awkwardness lurking in the corners of her voice. Maybe. Wild whers would be needed to drag an admission out of her though.

And here T'yari was hoping, however futile it may have been, that he'd manage to survive in Catriona's weyr for a few days without mention of exactly what she /does/ mention. "Er. Well." He does what he's best at and blushes, searching for a good answer and finally settling for one that rings of embarrassment. "Well, yeah." Yari sinks, too. Maybe he'll just be swallowed whole and not need to discuss This Subject anymore.

No such luck. It was bound to come up some time and Catti's hardly about to let the subject drop without beating it into the ground. "Really?" An anxious set of amber eyes peer up and over at the other rider. "Because I really did too. And I wasn't sure... whether you were just trying to be nice, or whether you really did." After a pause, she adds with more typical mischief, "I mean, I know I'm not as experienced as say... G'nar, but..."

"Um. Really." So much for the vain hope that Catriona'd just let it drop. T'yari would hide, if he could, in the mounds of pillows, but that doesn't work too well. The greenrider chokes -- mildly -- and emits a muffled cough. If he wasn't fully pink before, it's a sure thing now. "Um." No, he has no commentary on that subject, either.

Catriona rolls onto her stomach, chin propped on folded hands, and grins over at the hollow created by the sinking Yari. Maybe a fluffy bed wasn't such a good thing, providing all of this cover for him... "This'd be easier if you would just come out and say what you think sometimes, Yari. I went to a lot of trouble to impress you, y'know." She wants a critique? Eek! "To be honest... I wasn't sure you'd ever to again or not, you're so hard to read sometimes. Not that I'm saying you /have/ to, but it'd nice to know if you were interested or not."

There's little chance that T'yari can either extract himself from this conversation or from the pillowy mound without noticable struggling or belly-flopping, so he finally resigns himself to the fact that he actually has to talk. The horrors. "You did?" He blinks. More eeking -- he doesn't want to critique, really! That's /embarrassing./ Along with everything else. Amidst the blushing, he hazards, "I'm not not-interested?" Hopefully, that's vague enough, but satisfies Catriona's curiousity.

Actually... The 'you did' question appears to ruffle Catti's feathers more than the vague non-answer to her equally vague question. "Yes, I did!" Hmph. And after going to all that trouble, he can't even pretend to be suitably impressed by her less than extensive skill? Double hmph. Sinking down, she sulks over this for a second or two before saying, "I obviously didn't try hard enough, if that's your reaction... "
 

Oops. T'yari manages to figure out that his rhetorial question maybe wasn't the best. "That wasn't what I meant," he remonstrates guiltily. After a pause -- this time, he thinks his words through before voicing them -- he modifies, "I just meant, you know, doing that...for me. /I/ didn't do anything to deserve it." He falls silent, pulling over a pillow to pensively hug to his chest, hands wrapping around the acquiescent fluff. And, if need be, it's handy for pulling over his face. Or deflecting blows.

Easily mollified, most of the time, Catriona relaxes at the explanation but does make a face at the reasoning behind it. "T'yari, I take it back. You /are/ frustrating." Fighting the give of the cushions, she struggles up to her knees and swats at the other rider. "I've done everything but sing I love you, like a moonstruck harper, and /still/ you don't give yourself enough credit. Or realize that I'm not just doing any of this to be nice. I swear..."

T'yari raises his pillow in self-defense against the swatting. "I am not," he lies, pretending to take offense as he sniffs slightly. And then swiftly goes back to blushing. "Oh." Now would be a good time to hide behind that pillow. He resists, for the most part, and relies on joking to avoid further confessions. "Yeah, but if you did that, I'd probably go deaf or something, right? If you're as awful as you say you are." Privately, he still votes on that 'just to be nice' option, but Yari has the presence of mind not to state so aloud.

"That's not fair, making me laugh when I'm yelling at you!" Catriona, much as she may try to fight it, can't keep a lurking grin from sneaking onto her face at the joke. Another swat is aimed at him, though this one isn't intended to sting. Settling back on her heels -- and having a dickens of time keeping her balance while doing so -- she remarks, "So I won't sing it. But I /do/. So go ahead and blush. I don't care. Ha. It's not just to be nice, it's because I... y'know." It's so easy to stay stuff like the dreaded L word, when one is kidding around. Not so easy when one is trying to stay serious.

"It's completely fair," T'yari defends, doing is best to block. It is a little hard, however, when you're practically falling over due to shifty pillows. "You're /always/ unfair. I'm just...getting you back." And avoiding serious discussion, too, for the moment. But, apparently, that's not his fate. "It's not nice to yell, anyways." He does blush, as was anticipated. What else is new?
Long distance to Belena: T'yari okays. What time should I try to get here?

Catriona can't help it. She giggles, giving up on the attack for the moment, just as he was no doubt hoping. "There's hope for you yet, I guess," she teases while flopping back down onto her stomach. Let it be noted that it just has to be simple coincidence, and a conspiracy of squooshy pillows, that sends her rolling towards him. Whee. "And I am not always unfair. I just don't let on when I actually feel like being so. It'd ruin my reputation."

"Oh, good," T'yari replies half-sarcastically in a tone that's more joking than anything else. "Because I was worried about that." Even if he's not, Nediath is; she's holding onto the hope that Yari will shape up some day. "Oof." That's all the comment he has about the supposed coincidence. "Uh huh. Sure. Right. Like your reputation isn't bad enough. I bet people run away when they see you coming." Or just blush a lot, like Yari.

To make matters worse, Catti takes advantage of the so called coincidence, and ...gasp... cuddles. Maybe she is planning on stealing the bed in one way or another, after all. "Actually, everyone seems to enjoy my company, mostly. It's hard being so adored," she sighs dramatically, "That's why I like you so much. You obviously don't adore me, and you /do/ try to get away. Plus you're just cute. And honest." Having struck gushing mode, it's going to take a lot to get her out of it.

T'yari gets cuddled with. Oh dear. If that's not bad enough, he gets /compliments./ Now is the time when he colors more, uncomfortably, awkwardly venturing, "Thanks, I guess?" He rolls his eyes towards the ceiling. "Yeah, I bet it's really tough to be adored for you." Yari is a different matter. Attention just makes him nervous. Noticibly, he stays away from gushing, attempting to turn the discussion away from him with his next question: "Who're you going to bet on to Impress? Anyone?" There. Safe topic.

Catriona is easily distracted when she chooses to be, so the question is given due consideration -- although the cuddling doesn't let up one little bit. Subtle, isn't she? "Oh sure, I'm betting on several... Gretchen'll take green, I think. Maybe gold, although I'm not sure about that. Anson's a sure bet for bronze. Yysare...green, definately." A grin is flashed at T'yari, teasing in nature. "Although it would be funny to see her on blue, and having that blue swoon over Nediath..."

"Gretchen's green," T'yari agrees almost instantly. He basically ignores the cuddling. Maybe if he doesn't comment on it, then he won't be teased about it or something. Avoidance is Good. Especially since inching away would probably bring bad reprecussions. "Anson -- hmph. Green, too." Anson /scares/ Yari. More than Yari scares Anson, probably. "No. I disagree. It would not be funny. Nediath would like that too much. I bet she's green, too." Anyone who rides green is safe from Nediath-flights, at least. And maybe that's what prompted him to bet that they'll /all/ Impress green. Or gold. "With the candidates that're at the Weyr this time around, I bet it'll just be one clutch of greens. And a gold." Since that egg's really noticable and all.

"You're just frightened of anyone on a male dragon, Yari. I got lucky, with Rei, otherwise I don't think I'd /ever/ have gotten you to ...y'know." Catriona winks, then rolls away, rolling rolling rolling until she makes it to the end of the 'bed'. Clambering to her feet, she crosses to the trunk at the foot of her own cot and rummages around for a bit. "I'm thirsty, and I think I stashed some... hmmm... juice in here. Ah ha." A 'skin is pulled out -- serendipitously unmarked by a winecraft seal -- and carried back to T'yari. "Want some?"

"So?" T'yari can't deny what's completely true. Mostly, anyways. "I'm not frightened of /everyone./" He's reasonably sure that bronzeriders don't have a chance when Nediath's proddy, at least. But it never hurts to be careful. "Juice?" This is considered, and since he can't identify it as wine, he struggles to sit up and, once he does, shrugs amiably. "Okay."

That's the thing. It's not wine. Muahaha. It's a rather strong, yet sweet-flavored liquor, provided to her by one of Q'rin's buyers. Catti would /never/ let the bluerider know that she was actually interested in his wares. Sneaky, no? "You act like it sometimes. It's not a bad thing to let your hair down every once in awhile, and relax," she observes, handing the 'skin over to be chugged. Hopefully. "When you let yourself relax even a little bit, you're wonderful. Smiling, making jokes... a girl could lose her heart," she teases.

T'yari makes a small face at Catriona (and blushes), finding it a good time to put off a response to by taking a moderately sized gulp of the juice that is not juice. Upon swallowing, Yari promptly peers at the skin suspiciously before transferring that suspicion onto the other greenrider. "That's not juice," he accuses. "That is definitely not juice. Unless it's some sort of unidentified new thing. It doesn't taste like any juice I've ever had."

"It's a new type, I snuck over to Boll to get it. They make it from some fruit they get out of their jungles," Catriona explains hastily, doing a fair job of covering for the fact that the juice is surely /not/ juice. "You know I adore juice, and when I heard they were pressing a new kind..." To prove that the stuff is alright, she reaches out to take the 'skin, lifting it for a decent nip, herself. See? Perfectly harmless. Handing the stuff back, she grins and says, "Not bad, huh?"

"Are you /positive?/" T'yari is very wary about new types of juices. He watches for any reactions that would indicate that the liquid isn't juice, but when none are visible, -- yet -- he grudgingly decides to trust Catriona. Which is a pretty stupid thing to do. "Not bad," he agrees. "It's...different." Really different.

Give him ten minutes, and he honestly won't care if Catti's positive or not. He may not even remember the entire previous day, or so she's hoping -- guilt would be bad, if he figures out she was lying through her teeth. "I'm sure. Really, Yari..." Shaking her head in stylish amusement at his suspicion, she reaches down to pull her boots on and remarks, "I think I'm hungry too, and I don't have any food stashed up here. Want to run to the living caverns with me?"

Probably not. A very low tolerence means that it doesn't take much to make him rather tipsy. Especially when it's strong liquor like this. "Well, if you're sure." T'yari is stupid and guileless enough to nod once -- twice, in fact. Just in case he missed nodding the first time. He's forgetful like that. If he had more brains, he'd toss away that skin right now. But he doesn't, and sips again, slowly. "Oh. Sure."

"Wonderful!" Flashing a grin at him -- oooh, more sipping, better than she hoped -- Catti straightens up after securing the second boot and gestures towards the ledge. It would probably be a good idea to get some food in T'yari's belly, anyways, given his lack of experience with drinking. That much she's learned from Q'rin. "Cmon, then."

Southern Bowl - Ista Weyr(#69RJ$)
     Spread out along the larger end of the caldera, this end of the bowl is significantly larger than that which lies just beyond the small inlet of two feet of craggy mountains that creep down to form an incomplete partition. The walls of the ancient volcano, long-since slumbering inactive, spread upward with sheer cliffaces that reach into the sky, their outlines reminiscent of four pointed fingers and a thumb. Activity bustles in this area at nearly all hours of the day with dragons or people coming and going throughout the bowl on various errands.
     Tucked into the southernmost wall are the living caverns, the gaping tunnel that leads within illuminated by the glowbaskets set within; just beside this is a larger entrance that leads to the dragon infirmary. The Hatching grounds are found in this area, with a tunnel a ground level just large enough to allow passage for an egg-heavy Queen and a larger, gaping entrance in the side of the mountain for draconic spectators to enter. Numerous weyrs dot the mountainside and the ground in this area, some darkened and some illuminated from within.

** Reiseth backwings in a typical dainty landing, sending up hardly any dust at all as she settles to the floor of the bowl. Nediath is so much better suited to flashiness than she is. Crouching immediately, she swivels her neck around to politely include those standing around in a rumble of greeting before aiding Catriona's dismount.

** Anson walks down from the anteroom, looking rather....well...nervous. The guy's in a cold sweat even. "I sharding knew it was a dream...Why couldn't I just trust that..." he sighs, and blinks as he looks up at Nediath. "Oh...Hello Nediath. You're looking awfully beautiful tonight..." He always seems to compliment Nediath, but blatantly ignore Reiseth for some reason.

** Kinsarin blinks as he leaves the caverns, apparently on his way toward the beach. Seeing the dragon, however, enter the area, he stops dead in his tracks and stares.

** Nediath shows off, just because she can. Once she's settled, however, she willingly crouches to allow her rider an easy dismount; for once, she's actually helpful. Maybe it's got something to do with the fact that T'yari's carrying a wineskin. Just don't tell him that the contents aren't really juice. He's stupid enough to believe Catriona's lies. Nediath rumbles oh-so-sweetly at Anson -- she likes this one -- but the candidate just gets a faintly nervous bob of the head from Yari, a much more constrained greeting.

Anson does beam at the male greenrider's lifemate. "You know, seeing you just makes me feel just a little bit better, Nediath." He eyes T'yari though. "How's it going T'yari?" he asks the green's lifemate wearily.

Catriona is quite content with being ignored. Only the truly tacky fish for compliments. Quietly settling down, she leaves Catriona to be the bubbly one. "Evening!" the woman greets, characteristically perky. Having one of her plots work is enough to guarantee perkiness for at least a sevenday. "Didn't think anyone would be up this late... " Aww, she has to share the soon to be tipsy Yari. Pout. "Hey Yari, why don't you um... share that 'skin with me." Yes, better get it away from him now, before he goes overboard and ends up losing his dinner before the night is over with.

Nediath isn't tacky. She's not fishing for compliments, either; she's just revelling in the ones she gets. Look, Reiseth -- she's popular. Hah. T'yari tries really hard to be cordial. "Fine." He scoots towards Catriona obligingly, offering out the skin. "Here. You take it." Before Yari drops it. "Juice," he cheerily informs the others, "is pretty good. Y'all should try it sometime."

Anson blinks at T'yari. "I do. I drink juice three times a day. It's just part of my regiment of eating and drinking healthy. Are you sure you're okay though?" he asks the male greenrider before giving Nediath another beam.

Catriona finds herself stuck in her own trap. Until Yari's tipsy enough to overlook details, she's going to have to keep up the charade of their being juice in this here wineskin. Sharditall. Her tolerance isn't much higher than his. Forcing a smile, the rider tips the 'skin up for a tiiiiny sip, before shuffling towards the others. "He's fine, really," she asides to Anson as she passes him on the way to the living caverns. "Just need to get some food into him," is added more quietly. "Evening, Kin..."

Kinsarin blinks a tad at Catriona. He thought she'd still be mad at him. Nope. No way. Obviously not. Anyway. Kin's a tad surprised. "You're... You're not mad at me? You're not going to beat me into a small piece of flesh?" Faranth knows she could.

"Perfectly," T'yari replies to Anson, forgetting that he's supposedly frightened of that particular candidate and awarding him a toothy smile that's completely uncharacteristic of the repressed greenrider. "Why wouldn't I be?" After a pause, he shares, "It's Cat's new thing. From Boll." He peers after the other greenrider, then. "Where're you going?" he inquires, forgetful. Nediath's nice enough to supply him with the answer, and after a pause, he vocalizes, "Oh. Right. I'm coming!"

Anson really isn't frightening. Is he? Well, maybe with all that sweat on him from the nightmare. "Okay. As long as you're feeling fine, I guess I won't worry." The young remains weary. Anson worries about male studmuffin greenrider T'yari? Nonetheless he sighs, "I wouldn't mind some of that juice myself, Catti." he nods toward the skin, "Can I have some?"

Oh dear. "Ummmmm." Catriona wheels around to blink at Anson, hiding the wineskin behind her back. "I don't know, it's kind of... uh... a rare pressing. I only have just this one flask, see, and... it cost a lot... and there's really not that much left, Yari drank it all." Oh dear again. Glancing at the other greenrider, then back to the candidate, she considers the cost in terms of her own hide if she lets someone chosen for the clutch to get drunk. "Maybe another time, Anson?"

Anson wrinkles his nose, glancing toward Reiseth, finally putting his attention on her. "Is she lying or does she really not have any left?" Not that he expects an answer, what better way to see if the rider's being honest with him. The young man frowns.

Kinsarin finds himself staring pointedly at Anson. "Isn't drinking against Candidate rules?" he asks bluntly.

"I didn't drink it all!" T'yari protests, waving a hand at Catriona; the motion swiftly turns loopy and he keeps his hand up until Nediath, who's finding the developments quite amusing, reminds him to put it down. "You drank some. I didn't have /that/ much." He reaches out to snitch the not-well-hidden skin in an attempt to procure it for Anson. "Here." Kinsarin requires Yari's attention for a minute and produces the answer, "It's only juice." Riiight.

Q'rin heads over from the far end of the bowl.

Reiseth, having put up with her rider's behaviour for quite some time, knows when to keep quiet. Of course, Catriona fouls the entire situation up by turning to shoot a look of warning at the green -- giving T'yari more than ample time to steal the wineskin. "Hey!" Too late, but she does make a quick grab to try to reclaim the stuff from the other greenrider. "Don't! Yari, please!"

Anson glances to T'yari, then Catti then looking to Kin. "Say what? It's only juice. That's what T'yari and Catriona have been saying anyways...It's juice...-right-, Catriona?" he asks the female rider pointedly.

"Doesn't smell like juice," Q'rin notes pointedly, giving Catriona a look. His Vintner's nose is well-trained, and he's close enough to smell, seeing as how he snuck up and all. "For shame, Cats."

"Why not?" T'yari's innocent enough, but hesitates to peer back towards Catriona, brow furrowing with puzzlement. Q'rin draws a mildly shocked look. "What're you talking about? It's new stuff from Boll. That's what /she/ said." He eyes the bluerider. "It doesn't taste really juice-y, though." Oh well.

"Uh... well... right?" Bad luck for Catriona that Q'rin was lurking. She actually jumps when the bluerider decides to unlurk, and directs quite the look in his direction. "What? I didn't do anything wrong, I was just... sharing." Squaring her shoulders, lifting her chin, she slips into defensive mode. "Nothing wrong with that. Besides... Yari likes it." And that makes up for a whole lot of sins.

Kinsarin chuckles. "I thought it was rather obvious by Catriona's demeanor that it wasn't juice, but ah well. Just look at T'yari. He's right drunk, I'd say." Well, that settles it. "Catriona... C'mon, you should've known better than to let poor T'yari get 'imself drunk."

Anson frowns at Catriona, then glances to T'yari as he hears Kin, then finally looks back to Catriona, "I'm really disappointed in you Catriona...Why would you do such a thing to him?" he asks the female rider with a deep set frown.
"It's wine. From Boll, yes, and a rather inferior vintage. At least you didn't waste the good stuff on him," Q'rin notes critically. "But you should have picked something better.."

"I'm not drunk!" T'yari informs Kinsarin in a hurt tone. He /heard/ that. "If I was drunk, I wouldn't be able to walk." Just don't ask him to walk in a straight line, because he'll probably fail. The greenrider claims his attention, however, and elicits another put-out look. "You /lied/ to me."

"He needed to relax," Catti remarks, arms folding across her chest. A rather shocked look is sent at Anson, next, along with a disapproving, "I hardly think it's a candidate's place to lecture a rider. Don't frown at me." Kinsarin is given much the same look, before she turns back to the riders. "You wouldn't have done it otherwise, Yari. And don't be so picky, Rin. Honestly. He's not even that drunk, like he said."

Anson continues said frown as he speaks earnestly to the female rider. "No. I don't care about my being a candidate, Catriona. You're just making excuses. You -don't- lie to your friends. -Ever-."

"You still should've started him out on something else." Q'rin is rather amused by Anson's remark though. "It's perfectly acceptable to lie to one's friends sometimes...necessary even." Ah, the innocent.

Kinsarin isn't innocent, not /really/ but he still agrees with Anson. "No, Anson's right. It /isn't/ right to lie to friends."

Anson gawks at Q'rin, "Are you kidding me? I would never lie to anyone. It downgrades my credibility as a person, Q'rin. How can you trust someone that you know has lied to you in the past?" he asks the bluerider, turning his attention from evil female greenrider Catti to the bluerider.

T'yari peers down at the half-empty skin that still dangles from his hand, perplexed, before offering it back to Catti. "You can have it," he informs generously. A pause. "I needed to relax? I did not...did I?" He forgets these things. "Done what?" He frowns faintly, adding, "That's not what I said. I think." Nediath steals his attention momentarily, drawing another small downturning of lips -- "Hush up, you." Being buzzed still doesn't change the pair's odd relationship, it seems.
T'yari adds for Anson, cheerfully, "Oh, he lies to everyone. He lies to me. All the time. And we're still friends."

"It's not your place to tell me what I can and cannot do." So there. Catriona tosses her chin before sliding into a series of enthusiastic nods. Who'd have thought that the day would arrive that she would be agreeing with Q'rin. "It's what I had to start him on," she remarks with a shrug while accepting the wineskin from the greenrider. "It's not as if I have unlimited resources. Really." Or the taste to pick something worthy of a first time drinker. "Look, you two," she says to Kin and Anson, "You don't know him as well as I do. He needed this. Even if he's mad at me." Yes, she's willing to martyr herself for the Greater Good of T'yari. "You did too, Yari. Really you did. Feeling better now?"

Kinsarin blinks at T'yari. "/Who/ lies to you? Wait... He /won't/ remember this, chances are. Oh well..."

"It depends on what the lie is about. If it's important, yes, credibility is shot. If not..so what?" Q'rin shrugs that away. "Most people, most of the time, aren't going to tell you the truth you know."

Anson sighs, shaking his head at Catriona. "No, I don't believe this. He can answer for himself. He's a good rider, honest too. He's got a good heart even if he flutters his eyes like he does when he's proddy. I still think you should have asked him first, Catriona." He sighs, shaking his head, "What you see is what you get with me." he says to both Q'rin and Catti now, shaking his head yet again disapprovingly.

T'yari isn't that drunk, really. A wineskin isn't enough to make him /that/ bad, even if it makes him reasonably forgetful. "Cat." He attempts to gain the other greenrider's attention, pouting over at the woman. "Not fair." Another pout. "I'm not mad." He considers. "If you /say/ so...uh. I don't know." Anson is shot A Look. "We don't talk about that," he informs, retaining his ability to blush some at the mention of a certain green glowing and her lifemate's behavior.

Kinsarin raises a single brow at Q'rin. "Oh? I've rarely lied. I can't count a one since I asked Rameela to marr--er, nevermind." Blush. Still kind of embarrassed about his new marital status, obviously. Anyway. "And I know that there are others that're honest."

Catriona's usual grin settles firmly on her face. Q'rin's making sense! Mostly. "Right, Rin." At least she has one ally in this...kind of. "If I'd have asked him, he'd have run, because he'd be embarassed. Don't pass judgement until you know the whole situation, you two." With a 'tsk', she shakes her head at the candidate's attitude -- letting the whole lecturing thing slide by without more disapproving comment. Then she's wandering over to Yari's side, offering a steadying arm to the man. "You're not mad, really? Awww." The grin brightens with a hint of relief. "Sorry I tricked you, by the way. With the bad stuff, I mean."

"Fools you are then," Q'rin cheerfully points out. "Easier to dupe and sucker. I should know, I've done that before too."

"I didn't dupe and sucker him!" Catti puts in briefly, with a quick frown at Q'rin. You don't dupe and sucker friends, even if lying about little things is ok.

Anson glances at both T'yari and Kinsarin blushing. "I swear. Why is it that every man here at the weyr -blushes-!? Myself included!" he sighs, shaking his head "I guess I'm just naive. I never thought I'd ever say that.."

"I don't blush. But then, I'm a terrible person and we as a breed rarely blush," Q'rin points out wickedly. "Isn't that right, Cats?"

T'yari doesn't know any better than to not accept Catriona's arm -- and he probably needs it, anyways. "Ask me what?" he wants to know. "You're not making any sense." The apology is shrugged off, and he doesn't feel the need to respond to that as more intriguing matters draw his attention. "I'm not duped and suckered." He hmphs, stating in a completely see-through lie, "I don't blush."

Kinsarin glares at Anson. "Shut up." Statement, not a comment or a question or an inquiry or even a command. Just a statement, as if it's already done. Glancing at T'yari, he smirks. "Hopeless," he mutters loudly.

Catriona forgets frowning in the name of chuckling at the bluerider's comment. "Faranth knows I've tried to make you blush, but it always backfires on me, and /I/ end up blushing." Which truly must be a sight to see, given she doesn't do it often. "You do so, Yari, although it's cute when you do... see Kin, Anson, I apologized. Is that better? Yari's not mad so you shouldn't be either."

Utterly hopeless.
Catti? Blush?
Strange as it may seem, it happens.
Ignorance is bliss, and it seems several people here should be happy.

Anson rolls his eyes, "I think you're -all- deluded." he glances to Kin and sighs. With a lift of his nose, Anson turns around. "I'm going. I've had enough of this. I can't stand the waiting, but I might as well try to sleep."
Someone could make a lot of money selling tickets!
Anson heads through the large, caverned entrance to the Hatching grounds.

"You blush, Cats. And you too, Yari.." Q'rin should know, as he's usually the one to make them blush. "I'm the one who doesn't blush." And then there's that famous sly grin of his.

Completely, utterly, unescapably hopeless. That's T'yari. "Hey." A frown is shot in Kinsarin's direction. "Cat," he complains. "He's not nice." Although his question never gets answered, he eventually forgets what it was and, instead, blushes on cue. Even being somewhat drunk doesn't make Yari stop blushing. As long as it's cute, it's okay. "Bye!" he calls after Anson, blissfully ignorant.
Blushing is the first sign of insanity. That makes Q'rin the only sane one.
But Q'rin is definitely not sane.

"Bah. I hate it when people get snooty, and act better than everyone else." Catriona actually sticks her tongue out at Anson's retreating back, before turning back around to grin at those brave enough to stay. "One of these days, Q'rin... I'll get you to blush." She doesn't know how, or when, but it'll happen. "Kin's nice, Yari, really. Just not when he's blushing, I guess. Didn't you say something about Rameela, Kin?" she asks innocently.

Kinsarin glares at Catriona. "As if you hadn't already heard," he basically growls. Well... maybe she hasn't. But that's beside the point.
Hey, everyone! Kin has the pre-marriage jitters!

"No you won't, Cats..you're not good enough for that," Q'rin challenges before flashing her a wink. "Frankly, I don't know of a person that could make me blush..," he muses aloud.

"Yeah. He does that," T'yari remarks, mulling on it for a minute before getting diverted. "You will?" The greenrider does his best to look awed, but falls short of the mark and ends up peering over at Q'rin. "Someone'll make you blush someday," he predicts.

Kinsarin smirks at Q'rin. "Except the fact that you've incorrectly guessed that vintage of wine... Maybe?"

There Kinsarin goes again, growling at her. Catriona fakes a pout. "But I haven't heard. Honestly, some people have been so touchy lately..." Attention is switched to Q'rin next, brows arching in response to the challenge. Oooooh. "And I'm going to be that someone. I don't care how long it takes."

Q'rin raises an eyebrow. "Not likely," he remarks, eyeing Kinsarin while ignoring the greenrider.

Kinsarin smirks again. "I lied." Glancing at Catriona, he sighs. "Fine. I asked her to marry me and she accepted, alright?" Blush.

Catriona hates being ignored. It's an established fact. --->This<--- close to doing some growling of her own, she eyes the bluerider for a moment before slipping into her own snooty attitude. "Fine, be that way." Back to Kinsarin her eyes wander. Oooooh again. "Really? Oh wonderful! Yari, did you hear that? We're going to have to get them a present?"

T'yari points out, "You can't get married. You're a candidate." Leave it to T'yari to spoil Kinsarin's fun. "Not allowed." He glances back towards Catriona, drawing his brows together once more in thought. "Yeah. Um. Okay." He goes back to eying Kinsarin. "What do you want? I don't know what people want for presents."

Kinsarin blinks at T'yari. "But I'm not a candidate."

"You're not?" So much for T'yari knowing things. He puts it down to his being not-sober. Or would, if he wasn't in denial about his state of being.

Kinsarin shakes his head.

Catriona extricates herself from Yari's arm -- leaving the unfortunate tipsy one to support himself -- and chuckles. "Candidate or no, we still should get you a present. Try to think of some ideas," she notes to Kinsarin. "Anyways... Rei wants to go sleep on her ledge, so I think it's time for me to go. You," she remarks to Q'rin with a grin, "I'll deal with later."
Catriona steps up to Reiseth's bent foreleg as the  crouches low with a gently whirling eyes. Catriona swings up easily and settles between two neckridges.

Uh oh. That's not a good idea. T'yari does his best not to sway /too/ much, casting a rather helpless look after Catriona. He's been abandoned! "Oh. Bye." He does pout, a little, before focusing on the bluerider. "Hey. I think you should steal all of Catti's wine-y things. It's not fair." Pout. Pout.

Reiseth leaps aloft, finding a thermal to help gain her altitude.

"She's got inferior stuff...my stash is of a much higher quality," Q'rin grins at the other greenrider. "Need some help back to your weyr?" he offers his friend.

"Do you?" T'yari is interested. Which is, for the most part, a very sure indication that he is not his normal stuff. As a general rule, he eschews anything containing alcohol. "My weyr's pink," he mourns. "I'm not staying there." Q'rin is shot a grateful look. "Would you? To wherever I'm going?" Because he forgets.

"You can bunk at my place...," Q'rin offers, since he's not sure where the greenrider is staying. Kerelth won't mind if his lifemate shares his bed, if Yari's camped out in Rin's.

"Okay!" T'yari agrees agreeably. "Thanks." And then he can vomit all over Q'rin's things in the morning. Sounds like a plan.