Main Beach - Ista Weyr(#44RJa$)
     Hilly dunes slope down from the foot of the jungle, slow angles that soften as they greet the flat expanse of the black beach. Ebony sand stretches out in all directions, clinging to the coastline as the slow roll of incoming waves beat tirelessly against the shore. A few stubborn trees with great leafy fronds insist on growing here, providing meager shade that further darkens already richly dark sands. This breathtaking tableau, tucked against the wind-protected base of the Weyr, opens onto the sapphire sea, capped here and there with the white lace of curled breakers.
     It's a handsome cove that the Weyr's beach is nestled within, long and curving to form a definite if somewhat broken crescent that slows the tumult of waves to a more pleasant lapping. Curled between to sandbars that reach black fingers out into the blue sea, there's a fair amount of room here for any manner of seaside activity: Napping, swimming, picnicking, and playing are all frequent and viable passtimes. Just to the northwest, the sandy path that creeps back up through the dunes to the clearing of the jungle is visible. Due west, beyond another layer of sand dunes, the beaches continue with less protection than this little inlet offers.

Reiseth drops down to a landing from the sky overhead.
From Reiseth's neckridges, Once again the lure of the water has dragged Reiseth from her weyr, who in the process hauls Catriona along with her. Fortunately, Catti is in one of those light, bubbly moods. Humming snatches of a sweet little tune, the girl scrambles down the green's leg and drops to the sand. "Now don't stay in there /too/ long, love, you promised to help me pick some more flowers to bring to A'son later..."

T'yari is already there, casually strolling along the water's edge where the tide just barely laps at his feet and, once in awhile, sends Yari squealing with indignation at larger wavelets as he scurries onto drier sands. He always ventures back, though. Nediath's somewhere on the beach and rumbles pleasantly upon Reiseth's sighting.

Reiseth returns the greeting with a warble of her own, dipping her head towards her fellow green. Then she sets out to try to catch those whitecaps once more, sending up waves of her own as she passes by T'yari. Speaking of... "Yari, sweetie!" Cue Catti's dance towards the young man, a smile on her face and a flower in one hand. "You're looking well! Evening, Nedi-sugar."

T'yari pivots, forgetting to hold up one of his pant-legs; it drops, promptly soaked by another one of those dratted things the surf insists on sending his way, and Yari looks away from the other greenrider long enough to scowl irritably at said pant. "I'm /wet,/" he complains to Catriona, affecting a pout as he makes his way towards her, sauntering. "Isn't that dreadful?" Then, a beam. And none of the customary blush. "Of course I am. You're gorgeous, too, of course." Nediath likes compliments, too, and after a minute Yari relays, "She thinks so, too." The 'sugar' immediately put Catti into the green's good graces.

Wait a minute. The compliment wasn't supposed to make him glitter like that. Pausing in mid-bounce, Catriona eyes Yari for a moment -- looking rather comical, with her head tipped this way and her foot in midair -- then tries on a tentative grin. "Your own fault, for walking so near the water. That's what it does, you know, gets you wet... want a flower?" The specimen in her hand is offered. "I don't think I've ever heard you give a compliment before. Except when you said I threw that bubbly well...are you feeling well, dear?"

"I'm not supposed to get wet," T'yari gripes, mouing a pout. "I don't want to be wet. I don't like being wet. At all. And now I'm just going to have to take these stupid pants off until they dry." That action is put on hold, however, by Catriona's offer, and he quirks another too-cheery smile. "I'd /love/ one!" he gushes. "But my hands are wet. And sandy." He considers the problem for several minutes before suggesting, "You could just give it to Nediath? She'd hold it for me, I'm sure." Eyes widen in mock-horror at the last few comments of Catti's. "I haven't? Dear, dear. I can't believe that." And so he proceeds to make up for it Right Now. "I think you're always beautiful, Cat. Ravishing. Especially in that white. You should wear it more often." Yari rewards her with a grin, assuring, "Never been better."

"Um." Temporarily stricken silent, Catriona can only stare, boggled beyond the use of words. Not that it's ever taken her long to recover from such a predicament, particularly when a certain green's hormones are running high. "Thank you! Have I mentioned that your eyes are lovely?" she says, returning the favor. Now, as to what to do about this flower... "I could tuck it behind your ear? It would /really/ emphasize that handsome face of yours," she gushes. "I have plenty of flowers for Nedi too though, if she wants one. Here... " Stepping forward, the girl slips the stem of the flower behind the other rider's ear then trots towards Nediath, fishing around in her cleavage to remove the corsage she'd tucked there for strategic use. "White goes /so/ well with green..."

Anson comes over the dunes and down the path from the jungle clearing.
Riddyn comes over the dunes and down the path from the jungle clearing.

"You don't care if I take off my pants, do you Cat?" T'yari innocently inquires of the other greenrider. He's diverted by that line of thought for a second time by the compliment and simply beams. "You haven't. But do you really think so? Nediath thinks so. I'd like to think so. And, oh. Do you think that'd be nice? Maybe that would be. I'm sure your fashion-sense is completely wonderful, if the dresses you've been wearing lately are any sort of proof." If dragons could purr, Nediath would be doing it. "Oh, don't run off, Cat," the greenrider plaintively calls, following after and flashing bright little smiles to the candidates as they appear. "Hi!"

Catriona is in the process of removing the cleavage-covering bunch of flowers she'd been wearing, so they can be strewn about Nediath. This should make for a pretty effect. Black sand, green dragon, white flowers... half-naked greenrider... "Why should I mind, Yari? You have nice legs, too," she says over her shoulder, dimpling at the other rider. "And yes, I really do think so. Else why would I say it? In fact, you and Nedi are probably two of the loveliest creatures on this whole island. Need help with your pants?" Petals are tossed prettily about Nediath's lounging form as she turns a smile towards the new arrivals. "Anson, Riddyn! Come help Yari with his pants! They're all wet and sticking to him, hard to get off..."

Anson blinks, and groans as he notices Nediath's....glow. "Oh no! Not you -too- T'yari!!" he would run, but his legs seem to have failed him. In fact, instead of even moving, his knees give way and suddenly sits down in a clump of scaredy-candidate. "Uh...No, I don't need to help T'yari take his pants off. Keep'em on, keep'em on!!" he nearly shrieks at T'yari's own proddiness.

Riddyn is just taking a walk, though why he'd want to be anywhere near the ocean after today is anyone's guess. The large man just stops and - well - _stares_. "Uhm ..." his icy eyes flicker from half naked Cat to Yari to Anson. "Oh, Faranth help us all." He shakes his head, practically rooted to the spot. "Ah ... no, Catti. I don't think so. He can let them dry and then go take them off ... in _private_." he rumbles.

"Do I?" If T'yari wasn't beaming enough before, he attempts to make up for it now. The question is considered for a moment before he asks in a tone that most definitely /isn't/ innocent, "Did you /want/ to help me?" Nediath's being bad again, but it's the sort of bad that Yari isn't protesting. Anson is eyed curiously for a minute or two. "Why would I want to do that? I don't like wet, sandy pants. It's all...itchy. And uncomfortable." A pout is shot towards Riddyn. "Aw. But that's no fun."

Reiseth, not in the mood to be ignored for long, sloshes out of the waves. Those waves just won't let themselves be caught. The little green slashes her wings through the air several times to clear them of droplets, then ambles over to lounge near Nediath. Flower petals. Ooooh. "Well, that's so rude! Private indeed. His legs are nice enough to show, and we can't have him itching... Here Yari, I'll help," Catti sighs. A scolding look is sent the candidates as Catriona trots over to assist the proddy one in need. "If I had to get my dress off, I bet they wouldn't help either. What /are/ they teaching the boys these days..."

Anson blinks rapidly at T'yari. "No...Well...I'll agree that wet sandy pants aren't good...I'd take them off too, but..." he eyes Nediath and T'yari again suspiciously. "Why are you being like this? The other night you were my favourite greenrider. Now you're....proddy." he frowns, glancing to Catriona, "And why are you encouraging this behaviour??" he asks, frowning even further, "Don't tell me proddiness is contagious!?" he gasps, blinking back his own fear, "Will I get Proddy??"

Riddyn catches Catti's remark, an lifts an eyebrow. "How to be polite and courteous, and respect modesty?" he quips. No, he's not nervous around them ... _yet_. He's been at the Weyr long enough that he's as used to proddy greenriders as a person can get. Over to Anson, he shakes his head slightly. "Can't you tell why? Take a good lokk at Reiseth. And as far as I've seen, it isn't ... unless a gold's about to go up."

Nediath is feeling generous. She can share her flowers with Reiseth. And /gossip./ "I know," T'yari adds in his voice, mournful. "They've got no respect. Or maybe they just can't recognize a Good Thing when they see it." And from Yari's tone, going around pantless is a Good Thing. Everyone likes to know about each other's private lives. Really. "Cat, you're the best," he mentions. "The absolute best." The other two are just ignored, for the time-being.

Catriona drops to her knees in front of Yari, giggling softly to herself. "Well, we can /make/ you proddy if you want. Just wait a second, and then I'll be over to show you, Anson." One can only imagine the eyebrow wriggling that's going on in the gloom. "Lay down, Yari, it'll be easier to get these off," she instructs, tugging at the ankles of the pants. Reiseth looks on with an approving violet sparkle to her eyes -- the amethyst hasn't completely taken over, but she's certainly encouraging her rider's behaviour, oh yes. Which explains the coy look sent up at the other greenrider. "I know. But then, you are two. It's almost painful, how perfect we are, no? And Reiseth is not that glowy, for the last time, Riddyn."

Anson frowns at Riddyn, "I already knew Catriona's beautiful green was proddy, Riddyn.." he glances toward Cat and then T'yari fearfully. "Just don't make me proddy and we'll be okay. I just wanted to enjoy the water before going to bed."
Riddyn crosses his arms, looking _quite_ skeptical. Uh-huh. Yeah, sure.

"Whatever you say, ma'am." is intoned respectfully to Cat. Uh-oh? And .. oh dear, Yari's going to become pantless. The tall man sighs, shaking his head, and walks towards the shoreline, stooping to gather up a handful of pebbles to try and skip over the waves. He can be unafraid, since he isn't becoming a target. Anson's comment isn't caught, for this particular Candidate is muttering a seemingly unending stream of words as he launches one pebble after another out into the waves.

T'yari obligingly does as the greenrider requests, propping himself up with elbows. "Thanks. How can I /ever/ repay you?" Unless Catriona feels the sudden urge to have her dress removed...but Yari either doesn't think of that or has enough tact not to mention it. Although tact is something he's severely lacking at the moment. "Perfect," he agrees. "I wonder why we didn't figure that out sooner." Belatedly, he adds in, "Ooh. I bet I can show Anson some tricks..." So much for T'yari not being a flirt. "That'll be fun. I like having fun."

Reiseth curves her neck at the compliment. Beautiful? Her? Awww. A sweet trill is offered Anson, followed a moment later by Catriona's delighted laughter. "Just hold on, I'll have these off in a blink," she bubbles, holding onto the pants and giving a good hard yank, then another. Darn water, it does make them sticky... "Whatever I say is right," Catti remarks after a last tug to remove the pants completely. There. "I'm smart /and/ lovely. Fun? Where?" Perk. "Oh cmon, Anson, you'd like it... trust me." Don't.

Anson would shriek if he wasn't so afraid. "What...kind of tricks?" he asks wearily, running a hand through his hair. One might note his hand's even shaking. Quaking in his boots as it were. "I don't need to be taught...tricks.."

Riddyn turns after the last pebble is thrown. Ah. _Much_ better. And since _he_ isn't the one being picked on, he goes to find a convenient piece of driftwood to seat himself upon. Might as well watch the show, while he's here. And he always take on a 'bodyguard' role if needed. "Run, Anson." he advises. "Run far, and run fast, while you still have the chance."

T'yari is free! Free of soggy, sandy pants that aren't very fun. He springs to his feet, unburdened by the damp wet of his manacles; it's a good thing he hasn't taken to wearing nothing under his pants. Although it's possible that he'll find a reason to take everything else off sometime soon. "Thanks, thanks, thanks! When you think of how I can repay you, Cat, just tell me. I'll do, okay?" He doesn't wait for a reply, slinking towards Anson. "Yeah. Tricks. You do too. You could benefit. You'd like it. Promise." Leer. "You too, Riddyn."

Anson isn't one to be protected, nor one to admit his own faults in the face of proddiness." Anson's eyelids blink rapidly at the sight of a de-panted proddy T'yari. Hey that rhymes...Is that supposed to ominous? Proddy T'yari. Scary. The green-eyed candidate merely squeaks his distrust of T'yari. "What...kind of tricks?" he asks again. He's really asking for it. Literally.

"I'm sure I'll think of something, Yari!" Catriona sits back on her heels and watches the greenrider bounce around, completely unmindful of the granules of black sand that are now practically covering her own pretty white dress. The pants in question are neatly folded into a damp square, and set down beside her. "Don't need to be taught? Then you must know some of your own! Can we see, Anson?" Yes, Catti has completely forgotten those nice candidate rules. "Riddyn! Don't tell him that... do /you/ have any tricks?" she asks, grinning over at the man, "You can show us, too. Yari and I would really like it."

Riddyn blinks. Shells, he's been remembered. T'yari's leer just recieves a _look_ from him. "No, I don't need to learn any tricks. I am perfectly content as I am, and as soon as those eggs are done cracking, I am going to go happily back to Abalonie." Catriona gets a head shake, along with a furrowing of his brows. "No, I don't. And I don't need any."

"Ooh. Think they've got tricks?" he inquires of Catriona, glancing back over his shoulder at the other greenrider. He eyes Anson speculatively, then requests, "Show your tricks. I want to see. Now. Tricks. /Please?/" He flutters his eyelashes at Anson upon the last syllable, propping hands on hips. "I'd simply adore it." Riddyn is pouted at. "Fine. Then I can show you my tricks."
That would be T'yari. Obviously.

"Abbie won't mind." Catti takes up the purring where T'yari leaves off, rising to her feet and sashaying towards Riddyn. Now both men are under attack, poor dears. "Everyone needs tricks. In fact, G'nar showed me one or two that I just know you'd love," she says, grin shading into a dimply smile from which there are few chances of escape. Better think fast, Riddyn. "We'll have to be fast though, since I want to see Anson's tricks too. He says he has some..."

Anson blinks rapidly. "I never said I had any tricks!!" he retorts at Catti, before blinking back at T'yari's fluttering, "Why are you -looking- at me like that, T'yari! Shards, what kind of tricks do you think I've got to show you??" the green-eyed candidate asks before weighing the possibilities. "Do I show my tricks or let T'yari show his own...Option a means I wouldn't have to see T'yari perform his tricks, but option b means I wouldn't have to show -my- tricks."

Riddyn is thinking fast, really! And the only thing he can come up with is, "Abby will _too_ mind. I've been fortunate enough that she hasn't ever gotten mad at me. I'm not about to start now." Gulp. She's _sashaying_. "Besides, we're Candidates." his deep voice comes dangerously close to a broken squeek. T'yari's pout isn't even noticed ... not with Catti bearing down on him. Anson's words are heard, and he directs his voice over in the other man's direction, "Uhm, Anson? I think you're just encouraging them ..."

"Me too, Catti," the male greenrider remarks, directing his attention towards the other briefly. With a bright, cheery smile, he adds, "We should compare notes, I think." Then it's back to Anson. "Why not? Do you like it?" T'yari's genuinely interested in that response. "I don't know. Surprise me."

Eww! Logic! Catriona is momentarily distracted from stalking Riddyn, spending a moment in shooting a dark look over at Anson. How tasteless, to bring logic into a situation such as this. "You should spank him for thinking like that, Yari. If /I/ were him, I'd be flattered that you wanted to see my tricks," she suggests, before turning her attention back to her original victim. Ciming to a halt only an arm's length away from Riddyn, she cocks her hip to the side and assumes her most beautifous smile, the one that makes her eyes go all gold sparkly. "Abbie's sweet, she wouldn't be mad... besides, I was the one who got you two together. Don't I deserve just a little kiss in thanks?"

Anson blinks again. "Do I like what??" he asks, shaking his head. "I can't show you my tricks. They're secret, T'yari!" Oooh, secret tricks. He blinks, "-No- one is spanking me, Catriona!" he shakes his head at the greenrider currently talking to Riddyn before glancing back to T'yari, "And don't give T'yari any ideas!"

"Yeah. I should." T'yari goes back to pouting at Anson. "You hurt my feelings. I don't want to show you my tricks anymore. You're not worthy. I don't waste my time on unworthy people." The pantless greenrider turns back around, flouncing off a few steps. "Anson's /mean,/" he whines over to Catriona. "Mean. Very mean. And now I don't get to see any tricks."

Anson grumbles at T'yari. "T'yari, I am -not- mean. You're just being...proddy." he shudders, before sighing, "I'll try not to be so mean. Really. And stop flouncing like that!"

Riddyn rises, so instead of being in the vulnerable position of looking _up_ at Catriona, he is now looking down at her from his loftly 7 foot advantage. "Perhaps. If you're nice." he rumbles. T'yari's flouncing is eyed, but he's more worried with Cat. Male greenrider's can be relatively ignored. It's the females one has to watch out for.

"Awww. Come on over here then, Yari," Catriona gestures at her friend, dimming the 'come hither' look long enough to appear sympathetic. "Maybe Riddyn will show us some? Except he says he doesn't know any... " Hmmm. Speculative eyes are turned back to the candidate, after she directs another look over at Anson. "Anson! You said you weren't going to be mean... I like the way he flounces! You should try it sometimes, men look so... nice when they do," she remarks cheerfully. Ooooh. Tall. Yummy. Time to start drooling over Riddyn again. "I am being nice, 'Dyn darling. Now... one little kiss? Please?" Uh-oh. Now /she's/ fluttering her eyelashes.

"I will flounce if I want to," T'yari responds pettily. "Don't tell me what to do. I /spank/ people who tell me what to do. Like the little children they resemble." A pause. He brightens. "Was it good flouncing? Did you like it?" A look is directed towards Catriona. "Is it good flouncing? Did you see?" He sidles over, peering at Riddyn. Ah hah, but he can play the field just as well as Catti. And he's got tricks, too. And he has absolutely no inhibitions. And an already-flirty green is playing the part of advocate, encourager, and critiquer. "If you kiss her, you have to kiss me, too."

Anson groans, lifting his hands up, saying "Faranth save us all. At least I'm not under watchful eye anymore.

Anson groans, lifting his hands up, saying "Faranth save us all. At least I'm not under watchful eye any more." "And I don't mean to be mean! Really." he sighs, wrinkling his nose at T'yari's flouncing again before sighing, remaining quiet. Maybe if he's silent, the proddy evil ones won't get him.

Riddyn looks between Catriona and T'yari. Taller and bigger than both, he _should_ beable to get out of this mess. But as those who know him well know, he's such a huge softy, he won't bellow or glare or flex threateningly or anything. *sigh* "I kiss who I choose, when I choose, you two." is said to the proddy-twins. "And I'm sorry, T'yari, but you just aren't my type." Oh-ho! So he can at least fire back rejoinders instead of blushing like a fool.

"It was gorgeous flouncing, T'yari. Just sway a bit more every third step, and I won't be able to take my eyes off of you," Catriona says approvingly, leaning towards the other rider while keeping That Smile -- and her eyes -- aimed at Riddyn. "/I/ want a better kiss than Yari though, since I asked first! Unless maybe Anson will give you a kiss too, to balance these out? What do you think, Yari? I bet if we just ran at him, we could get a kiss before he even knows it. Maybe he's just playing hard to get..." Pause. "Maybe they're /both/ just playing hard to get." Frowns are shot at both candidates. Bad boys. Bad.
Anson shakes his head. "We can't kiss. And we can't be kissed either. We're candidates."

Riddyn jerks a thumb Anson's way. "What he said."

"I could /become/ your type," T'yari states insistently. "You never know. And besides. I'm just as cute as Catriona. She said so. And it'd only be one kiss." T'yari does not tolerate rejection very well. No wonder he never says anything when he's un-proddy. "Candidates can kiss. They just can't do anything else." A small frown is directed at Catriona. "Pity. But maybe they're just not special enough to get all the fun. We get all the fun, though!" He sniffs. "Playing hard to get is not good. I don't approve. You never get anywhere that way. And I want to get somewhere."

Catriona tucks her arms across her chest and shakes her head, mood instantly dropping into something akin to disappointment. "Yari's right. Candidate's can too kiss, so long as it doesn't go any further. I think you're both just scared you'll fall madly in love with us," she mourns, sounding suspiciously close to the verge of tears. "Here we were, just wanting to have some fun, giving you the ultimate compliment... and you won't even kiss us! Yari, my feelings are hurt." Sniffle.

Riddyn sighs, shaking his head at T'yari, "Unless you can become female, with gorgeous golden-brown eyes, a smile like a spring's day dawning ..." he could go on for hours describing his wonderful Abalonie. But, thankfully, he doesn't. "I'm not playing hard to get." he assures. "I'm already taken." Those 'In Love' can be stubborn that way. But ... oh no! Catti's on the verge of tears! If those tears start falling, she just might break the stalwart candidate.
Anson sighs as he hears everybody. "If you could control yourselves for one moment, you both could kiss each other!" he says of both T'yari and Catti. "Why don't you?" he asks, "If Riddyn and I are so unwilling, why not T'yari kiss Catriona?"

"They don't deserve the ultimate compliment," T'yari grumbles. "So're mine, Cat." Mope, mope. "But I'll remember your advice on the flouncing. Nediath likes it. It's good to have two opinions, though." Bad candidates. Tsk. They've gone and disappointed T'yari. "Y'are too," he argues with Riddyn. "And you're just...repressed." He peers towards Anson briefly, mentioning, "We've already done that. Experimenting's fun, too." He hesitates, guiltily glancing towards Catriona. "Although I didn't really kiss you back. I'm sorry. I should've. That wasn't very nice of me. Will you ever forgive me?"

Catriona as golden-brown eyes. Kinda. And they only get more so as they fill up with the threatened tears. "I try... so... hard to be nice," she says, breaths starting to hitch a bit, "And this... is what I get. It's not fair!" That's the proper cue for lip-trembling to start. Only seconds away now from a complete sobbing fit. You have been warned. Brushing at her eyes with the back of one hands, Catti sniffles and hitches and sniffles some more. "I forgive you, Yari. Since I surprised you and all. But what about /them/? Just one little kiss... they're so mean." For punishment, she ignores the two in question. And sniffles.

Riddyn's brows furrow, and he blinks a bit. Nevermind that he's being ignored. "Oh, Catti. C'mon, don't cry. You _are_ nice, and I like you a lot. You're one of my best friends, you know that." From big tough looking guy to showing his true colours. He is genuinely distressed by the threatened waterworks. "Maybe ... just a kiss on the cheek? I don't want to see you sad."

Anson shakes his head, "You're just setting her up, Riddyn. I wouldn't even offer a peck." he eyes T'yari. Well, he might if it were him, but he won't say that. Now. Or ever.

"I can make it up to you later?" T'yari suggests hopefully. Now, however, he's intent upon getting his kisses out of these candidates. "Kiss her on the lips," he demands of Riddyn. "Me, too. Or else /I'll/ cry." Tears on cue. "You'll kiss me, right Anson?"

"Ok, Yari, if you want to. Although you're so wonderful, I forgave you right away." Then, proving that tears are sometimes nothing more than a tool, Catriona's condition improves immediately. "Really? You mean it?" All smiles now, though the remnants of the close call with crying still show in her eyes, the girl goes on tiptoes due to the extreme height difference and turns her cheek towards Riddyn. Of course, there is absolutely no guarantee that she won't turn her head at the last minute, either...

Riddyn's really done it this time, hasn't he. But, the hole he's dug for himself is too deep to crawl out of now. Leaning down so Catti doesn't need to stretch _quite_ so far, he moves in for a chaste, perfectly harmless kiss on her cheek. T'yari isn't ignored, not really. But it's her cheek she's offered, so he figures he's safe. What a fool.

Anson blinks at T'yari, "Who said I'd kiss you!?" he asks the male proddy greenrider with trepidation. "I never said that." Oh never said it, but he certainly thought it. How weyrlife changes you, eh?

"Aw. Thanks." T'yari forgets his supposed cry-fest long enough to beam at Catriona. "I'd feel better about it." He watches the other greenrider and Riddyn rather jealously, slinking back towards Anson. "I did. You did. Everyone did. So now you have to do it. Catti got kissed. I want a kiss, too. It's only fair." He sticks out his lower lip at the candidate. "You wouldn't want me to get the short end of the deal, now would you?"

Anson grumblemumbles at T'yari. "Alright! Will you stop harrassing me if I do, T'yari? And note, this is -only- because you're my favourite greenrider. No other reason."

Chaste. Perfectly harmless. Right. As if Catriona is in any condition to allow a kiss to be either of those. Just as Riddyn moves in close and starts what he probably thinks is going to be a harmless peck, she quickly turns her head so that the kiss lands -- of course -- square on the mouth. Evil creature. Drawing back -- Her Work Here Is Done -- Catti flashes a victorious smile and chirps, "Thank you, Riddyn! That was /wonderful/." Then, whirling about, she waits for Yari to be kissed with a happy expression. Life apparently can indeed be fair sometimes.

"Of course," T'yari assures. Translation: never. "Aw! Am I really your favorite greenrider? Really? Really? That's so /sweet,/ Anson. T'yari practically coos at the candidate, smile plastered into place. He pauses, hands planted on hips and foot tapping slightly: "I'm /waiting,/" he states in a singsong tone.

Q'rin comes over the dunes and down the path from the jungle clearing.

Anson facepalms, a blush spreads throughout his face, to the very roots of his chestnut brown hair. "Yes, you are. This is the -once and only- time I'm -ever- going to do this, you hear? I'm leaving after I do this, you hear?" he grumbles again, before moving to the male greenrider (evil as he is). Anson quickly pecks the man's cheek before wrinkling his nose, flushing even harder, his skin hot to touch. "No more!" he says, and quickly runs backward away from the proddy ones to the other side of the beach.

Riddyn coughs and blushes as Catti turns her head at just the wrong moment. "Oh, shells ... Abby better not here about this." he grumbles. Before looking over to Anson and T'yari with a raised eyebrow. Oh, _good_. He's off the hook for giving the male of the proddy pair a kiss too. And thanks to that evil woman who calls herself Catriona, it'd have to be on the lips. Grab some paint and slap the word 'sucker' on his forhead. Or, perhaps 'idiot' would be better, since he's honorable enough to go through with it, if only to stave off a flow of tears.

"You boys should know better than to play with the proddy. The best idea is to ignore them until their dragons rise," Q'rin counsels as he saunters onto the beach, hands stuffed into his pockets.

One would think a kiss from Catti would bring about a better reaction. But so far every kiss she's given has made the male in question scowl and blush. Maybe she should work on her technique. Which, of course, requires more kissing... "I won't tell, I promise, Riddyn. Oh look! Q'rin!" Squeal. "But... we're so much more fun /before/ they rise, dear," she coos, picking that intonation up from Yari too. At least she's not purring anymore. "Come over here!"

"Yours was better than mine," T'yari complains to Catriona as he turns away, disappointed. "That's not fair." Look. He's going to pout. Or was going to until he spotted Q'rin. "/Q'rin!/" T'yari purrs over at the bluerider, slipping his-way. "Show them how it's really done. Just for me. /Please./" He adds a little wheedling look, fluttering eyelashes at the other man.

Riddyn just gives Q'rin a half-panicked look. "I was just taking a walk to clear my nose of fish stink!" he protests. "_They_ started it." And he's too sharding stubborn to be scared off by proddy greenriders.

Anson sighs in relief. Or joy, it is rather unsure. Anson looks rather depressed now. "Great...I've got to talk to someone about this-- I can't just....get away with it." he grumbles,

"I don't think so," is Q'rin uniform and categoric response. "Proddy riders will always start, but it's up to you to end it. Or walk away," he advises with a grin.

Anson shakes his head, glancing to the proddy ones before looking to the bluerider and Riddyn. "Good luck," is all he offers, waving to all of them before finally making his way back to the weyr.

Catriona places a hand on her hip and giggles, "You wouldn't walk away, would you Q'rin?" Hey, not a bad idea, Yari! She practically glows when she hears it. "Yes, show them how it's done! Neither of them knows much in the way about properly kissing someone. Anson, you can't leave just yet!" It's rude to walk out in the middle of a lesson, you know.

"Aww. Whyever not, Q'rin?" T'yari makes an attempt to capture the bluerider's arm, shooting a little black look towards Anson in the meantime: bad kisser. T'yari'll spread that around the Weyr, never fear. "Give 'em a lesson. You've had lots of experience. Why, 'Rin-darling, you could probably even teach /me/ something."

Anson shakes his head before waving again, running now toward the weyr.
Anson follows the path up toward the jungle, disappearing over the brough of a sand dune.

"But I haven't agreed to a demonstration," Q'rin points out. "Nor will I," he continues with a shrug. "I'm not going to fan anyone's proddy flames," he sums up with a chuckle.

Riddyn hmphs at Catriona. "I am _not_ a bad kisser. It all depends on who I'm kissing, is all."

Catriona's lips pooch out in the beginnings of a pout. But never one to be so easily vanquished, she looks towards Reiseth, eyes hazing out somewhat. "Well... if you're going to be /that/ way, Q'rin" she says in a vague tone. "So I don't inspire you to be a good kisser, Riddyn?" Careful. This might lead to more tears.

Dragon> Reiseth bespoke Nediath with << Catriona wants to know whether your T'yari would be willing to hold Q'rin down. >> She sounds two parts amused, and one part shocked at the idea. << I don't think Kerelth would like that very much... >>

Dragon> Reiseth senses that Nediath purrs. Just like that. << T'yari would be delighted, of course. However, sugar, Kerelth's rider is stronger than mine. >> A hint of regretfulness flickers in her tone; although Yari's not wimpy, neither is he excessively muscular. Which, truth be told, Nediath actually prefers. She'd rather have him semi-girly than a macho body-builder.

Dragon> Nediath senses that Reiseth is of the sort that idolizes her own rider, going so far as to... exaggerate Catti's abilities on occasion. << Catriona is strong enough, I think. He may be faster, though. Your T'yari looks very fast too. Shall I tell her yours is willing to try? >>

"But, Q'/rin,/" the male greenrider protests, sniffling. "You're not very nice. And I'm not proddy." Lie, lie. "And just because I want one little kiss -- it doesn't even have to be very long." His gaze, too, slides into the hazy-realm briefly, before slanting towards Catriona, eyebrows quirking.

Dragon> Reiseth senses that Nediath considers this, then suggests, << Maybe they can both do some holding-down. Would that work? And, yes, my T'yari is fairly fast. He gets it from me. >> Oh so smug, she adds on, << He's willing. >>

Riddyn shakes his head at Catti. "Now now. I didn't say that, did I? You just surprised me, my friend. I _thought_ I was going to come into contact with your cheek." He just can't help but chuckle as Q'rin comes 'under attack' as well. "I don't see you walking away." he calls over. And patently thankful T'yari's attention is on Q'rin and Cat, and not him. Whew.

"Of course I'm going to be that way, Cats. Isn't it my job in life to aggravate you?" Q'rin replies with a chuckle. He finds a seat and proceeds to watch the action unfold around him.

Catriona's proddy. Boy is she proddy. "What's one little kiss going to hurt, 'Rin sweetie? Riddyn kissed me, and look at him." She gestures grandly at the candidate, to show that he's unhurt. "It took all of a few seconds, and he's perfectly fine! You'll be fine too, so long as I ignore how frustrating you are." There's just a hint of a smile in Yari's direction, a fraction of a nod, and then she's bouncing cheerfully towards the bluerider. Bouncing quickly. Very quickly, one might say. Let's hope that dress holds...

Dragon> Nediath senses that Reiseth coos. << Even better if they both hold him down, she says. Then they can both kiss him. >>

Was it mentioned that T'yari had no pants on? They got wet. And wet pants are hard to slink in. And that's what he does right now, slinking -- quickly -- towards the seated bluerider. Seating means that he can't run away. Right? Well, that's the intent. "Grab him!" he cheerfully calls to Catriona as he bears down upon Q'rin.

"Kissing me won't insure I kiss back," Q'rin warns. "And that's what the two of you are really after, right?" he points out. Sure, they can jump him, but it won't be very satisfying.

Riddyn watches, and just breaks out into a deep, booming belly laugh as the greenriders zero in on Q'rin. That's what one gets for not playing along, it seems.

All to willing to comply with Yari's instructions, Catriona skids to a halt beside the bluerider, throwing herself to the ground and making a snatch for an arm and a shoulder. "You first, Yari, you've known him longer," she calls back, just as cheerfully. The laughter in the background only serves to encourage this rather forward behaviour.

T'yari follows suit, grabbing for the opposite limb. Then, pouting at Q'rin, he repeats, "You won't kiss me back?" He sniffles. "I thought you /liked/ me. I thought you said I was your friend. You're not a very good friend if you won't kiss me." He waits a minute to let that sink in -- or so he hopes -- before moving in for the kill. He is proddy. Resistance is futile. Surrender now and you might make it out alive.

"I wouldn't, Yari," Q'rin warns. "Or I'll ensure you regret it later...other, more sensible folks wouldn't consider what I'm thinking of as a punishment, but you would.." His attempts to dissuade Yari fail apparently as he's kissed. Once it's over, he just raises an eyebrow. "Shards, you have no idea how to do it, do you man?"

"Q'rin!" Having watched closely, Catriona didn't think that was a poor showing on Yari's part at all and she's duly shocked that the bluerider would say something like that. Rising to the defense of her proddy friend, she scowls and gives his arm a squeeze. "Just for that, I'm /never/ going to kiss you." And she's stubborn enough to do it, too.

Riddyn's laughter abated awhile ago, and he watches silently, lost in night's shadows over here by the water. HIs arms are now crossed, and he shakes his head as Q'rin's words reach him. That wasn't nice, that wasn't nice at all. Too bad he's the man he is, or he might offer for a second opinion.

T'yari is going to cry. Look at him. Lower lip trembles as he eyes the bluerider, betrayed, and sulkily snaps, "You're /awful./ I hate you. For real, this time. I am /never/ talking to you again. /Never./" Off T'yari stalks, heading for his green. /She/ likes him. And she's proud of him, of course, her little minion to her evil bidding, and croons encouragement. Yari just sulks. "Stupid blueriders."

"Being nice to him isn't going to help him," Q'rin replies firmly, carefully getting out of Catti's clutches. "Now..he's my..well, he's kinda like my little brother. I have a right to try to make his best through criticism."

Aiareth drops down to a landing from the sky overhead.
Belena climbs down from Aiareth's back.

Catriona calls after the crushed man, "I liked kissing you, Yari! You don't listen to a word he says, he's /always/ wrong." And Catti's always right. Still scowling, the greenrider slides to her feet and makes a show of brushing all of that horrible sand from her dress. Coincidence that she's aiming each flick of her hand at Q'rin? Nope. "Constructive criticism maybe, but not like that. /That/ was just insulting," she scolds.

T'yari isn't crushed. He's just sulking. Sulk, sulk, sulk. And muttering bad things about certain riders of blues under his breath. "Hmmmmph." That's the only response that Yari's willing to give to Catriona at the moment. Self-pity is funner.

_Another_ greenrider? Without waiting to see if this one's proddy too or not, Riddyn is quite suddenly striding off in the direction of the Weyr proper. Early day tomorrow, and all of that. He'll just make a nice, quiet little escape while all the rider's are involved with each other.
Riddyn follows the path up toward the jungle, disappearing over the brough of a sand dune.

Aiareth pads gently onto the sand, takes one look at the other two greens and heads directly in the opposite direction, what ever direction that may be. She will have no part of the proddiness tonight and instead goes to preen on her own. Belena slips off of her lifemate's back just in time and chuckles as she slips over towards the proddy group. She glances off in Riddyn's direction and then waves a hand to the rest, "I fear and yet, I find the bravery to come down and see that there is some semblance of order around this place."

"Heya, Bel. Come and tell your brethren to cool themselves. Catti and Yari are going proddy crazy," Q'rin notes. "They've just scared off Riddyn, and now Cats here is trying to irritate me with sand.."

"If I irritate you, it'll only be a fraction of how much you've irritated me over the Turns," Catti grumbles, shaking the last of the sand from her skirts. "You're insufferable, Q'rin. Yari was so right... " Tossing her hair, she sways towards her own green, giving Belena a pretty smile on the way. "Evening! Order is overrated."

T'yari just scowls blackly over at Belena as she makes her appearance and prefers silence for the minute. He pointedly avoids looking at Q'rin and ends up scowling at a small, withered flower from the earlier petal-spree until Nediath reaches out with a talon and neatly skewers it. It was defective, anyways.

Belena chuckles softly, "I see. Sand and irritation, is it? Well, I'm not sure I can contend with that. Especially when you put it in so rational a way, Catti." She turns a mildly sympathetic look on Q'rin and shakes that red head of hers, "Q'rin, I think you lose."

"I guess so," Q'rin admits with a shrug, getting to his feet. "Perhaps I should leave you greenriders to sort things out for themselves," he notes, brushing the sand off of him.

Catriona veers a bit from her determined course, wandering closer to Yari so her own sympathetic look can be given the man. "Just for the record, I think you're a fabulous kisser," she whispers. Nevermind that he didn't really kiss her. It is important to support a friend in times of need. "He's playing hard to get too." Then, the image of innocence, she starts back towards Reiseth. "Time for me to change! This one's all sandy," she complains with more volume.
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.

T'yari beams a little at Catriona, sulkiness lifting momentarily -- "Really?" He apparently forgets that the kiss, on his end, was basically nonexistant. "But, bah. He's just a /dork./" Here, he throws a dirty look at Q'rin. Then, snagging the pants that Catriona so nicely folded, he too makes his exit. Up, up, and away.