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28-10-01: Hair today
Serafa grins and winks at Relian before running over to the lady sewing by the hearth. Making her way back...

Serafa grins and winks at Relian before running over to the lady sewing by the hearth. Making her way back to Yulianna she clutches a pair of silver scissors carefully. "Okay you take a seat and we'll get started then she" She gesutres to the sewing lady "Will find ya some clothes" She grins widely this should be good!

"Serafa!" Relian greets the new candidate with a broad smile and a bob of his head; "Congratulations, by-the-by." Yulianna, her face unknown to the young man, is presented with a second nod, as he leans back within his chair to watch the pair curiously, his fingers twisting about the curve of his mug.

Yulianna clutches the towel around herself, eyeing Relian dubiously and settling herself as near the fire as possible, goose-bumps already showing on her bare, damp arms and legs. She curls her feet under her, and peers over her shoulder at Serafa, "I don't have a comb or anythin'..."

Serafa grins "Thanks, although if thats the kinda thanks you get for washing a bronzes hide I dunno..." She teases Before peering into her greens eyes "Go get my comb Bri" she murmurs and the green dissapears returning a moment later with a comb. "There there that problem fixed"

Relian's lips form a wry grin, although the young man makes no comment; perhaps he's not sure what to say. "You'll be fine," is his final comment, attention turned once more to Yulianna -- "Who're you?" he wonders, with a polite smile. "A candidate, too?" Her toweled form doesn't seem to have appeared to him; he makes no comment.

Yulianna nods quickly, "Yulianna, Ista Tra--er...former trader." she corrects herself hastily. She sits up straight, doing her best not to move as she eyes Relian, replying just as bluntly, "And ya' be...?" She raises one eyebrow, gently setting her boots down and wrapping the towel a little more firmly around herself.

Serafa grins and starts to hum, tunelessly as she runs a comb through the almost chin-length hair. "Ok how much do ya want off?" She asks like a proper little professional, seperating strands with her fingers she waits for Yuli's answer before she starts the cut.

Relian pulls the handle of his klah mug around, twisting it upon the table in idle interest, as he proclaims informally, "Relian. Ista Resident, currently, although I'm also the, er, Unofficial Historian, for Black Rock River." His tone raises with pride at this, as he finally lifts his mug up, taking a sip. -- Pause. "You're cutting her hair, Serafa? Are you -- trained for that?"

"Just an inch or so." Yuli replies to Serafa, and gives a little nod to the older boy, before hastily holding her head very still. "Well met, Relian." Her eyes light up at the name of the hold, "Ah, really? Black Rock River? Do ya' have a steady trader up there, yet?" And there she goes, again. Forget the fact that she's now officially a candidate.

Serafa taps her 'clients' ear gently with the comb "What did I tell you bout that Yuli?" She scolds as she begins to snip, Poking her tongue out at Relian she retorts. "No! But I havent ever heard of the Hair-cutting Craft, My mum usta cut my hair, it isnt all that hard" Snip snip snip. Little bits of Yuli-hair start to fall to the floor

"Down," corrects Relian, more quickly than is probably necessary. "Black Rock River is down south, a couple days around the coast from Southern Hold. We get traders through, every so often, but no steady trader. We're only a minor hold." Serafa's retort earns a broad smile, "I hope you trust her, Yulianna. I don't know if I would." A wink follows.

Yulianna grins at Relian and shrugs, "How bad could it be? I mean the hair cut." She does look disappointed, though, at the location of the small hold. "I guess that means I can't very well be the trader down there, then." She heaves a little sigh, then grins at Serafa, even though the other girl can't see her face.

Serafa continues to snip. A little bit here and a little bit more there. Snip snip snip goes the scissors at least it sounds like she knows what she is doing. "Hmmm Yuli you ever thought about a new style?" Innocent question really. To Relian she directs a glare. "Dont you hafta blush and run off somewhere?" Nice isnt she?

Relian offers, magnanimously, "You could be; I'm sure my father would adore you for it. It's just small, and isolated." He winks once more to Yulianna, adding, "Well, as long as you don't maim Serafa here, when it goes wrong." Rather than blush, he merely smiles at Serafa; "Can't think of any reason *why*. No, in fact, I think I'm quite comfortable here, thank you."

Yulianna laughs softly at the two bantering back and forth, then gives a little shake of her head, "Naw, Serafa's right, I've got to get my mind on this whole bein' a candidate thing." She sits up straight, again, squeaking as the corner of the towel comes un-tucked and she scrables to grab it, tucking it back in before anything is revealed. "And I've got ta get some clothes." she mutters under her breath.

If Serafa wasnt cutting hair she would make Relian very /very/ uncomfortable instead she snaps back once again. "You're a pervert you know that? Poor Yuli is sitting here only in a towel and you arent showing any respect at all" She raises a brow "See?" Her point made.

"Is she?" Relian rapidly turns about to get a glimpse of Yulianna, and the faintest of blushes crosses his cheeks, albeit for only a moment or more. "So she is. Then again, she's the one sitting in the living cavern, in a towel, isn't she?" He grins at Yulianna, "What, the whole candidate thing isn't comfortable?"

Yulianna squirms uncomfortably under Relian's eyes and sticks her chin up in the air, "It's not that. It's fine, really. Just...cold." she blurts, folding her arms in front of herself and fighting to hold her head still as she asks Serafa, "You almost done?"

Serafa raises a hand to her mouth and motions for silence over Yuli's head....She's made a boo-boo, not a very big one but enough to make her not want to cut hair anymore. "Um Yuli, do you think there really is a Hair-cutting Craft? She asks quietly. Oh yes she's done, doesnt mean all of the hair got cut.

Relian frowns. "But this is Ista. In summer. It's never cold." He raises his gaze, shifting his whole body around to stare, abjectly, at Serafa's progress. "What about going bald? I think that might be good, here in Ista. Cooler, anyway."

Yulianna squeaks at Relian's mention of baldness and clutches a hand to the back of her head. "Aah!" She hops to her feet, whirling to face Serafa, her eyes wide. "It's...it's...what happened? I thought you said you could cut hair!" She whirls around, visually searching the room for any sort of a mirror.

Serafa blushes Oh dear. "I said that I had experiance with sharp stuff, its only a little bit wrong I just dont wanna continue in case I make it worse" She wails. "I'm sure they have hats in the stores as well as clothes" She offers helpfully.

Relian snorts; he's being awfully helpful, isn't he? "Oh, sure, try and cover it up with a hat, when you've just ruined the poor girl's hair forever. Faranth's toenails, Serafa." His eyes are sparkling with amusement, however, as he crosses his arms, watching.

Yulianna's eyes grow even wider and she softly ecchoes, "Hats?" Sniffle. "Hats? It's bad enough that I need a /hat/?" Whimper. Luckily Relian's statement snaps her out of it and she plants her hands on her hips, "It's not ruined /forever/...it'll grow, ya' know." she states, then squeaks as she starts to lose her towel, again, cluthing it firmly. "I've /got/ ta get out of this--er...rather, into some clothes. Where would the stores be?" she pointedly asks Relian, choosing to ignore Serafa for the moment.

Serafa squeals with rage. "Shard off Relian!" Her expression grow cunning as she come up with the perfect plan to get him to go away. Before he can get away from her she clambers up onto his lap and gives him a big mushy kiss on his lips. "Now blush and run away!" She says as she clambers off to trail after Yuli, begging for forgiveness.

Gosh, shards. Gee, Relian looks good in a blush. He splutters, then retorts, as he gains his composure, "I'll tell everyone that you massacre hair, Serafa! They'll chop yours to bits! It'll be worth it!" Yulianna's query is met with a waved hand; "That way. Good luck in keeping out of Serafa's way, I must add."

Yulianna nods and trudges off.../that/ way. Hoping that it's the /right/ way. "Thanks." she calls over he shoulder, though as to whether it's about the stores or Serafa remains to be answered. She snags her boots, wraps the towel more tightly around herself and mutters, "Off to find clothes /without/ vomit on them." and trudges off to find some.

Serafa says, "Emit "I can do more than kiss you you know!" Serafa retorts before turning her attention to Yuli. "I didnt mean to, I'll do anything but please forgive me?" She trails after the towel-clad candi...."

Yulianna saunters to the Southern Caverns.

Relian rolls his eyes, calling after Serafa, "I'll wait in readiness to see *that*."

Serafa always hasta have the last word. "I bet you would, and thats the only way you are gonna see me naked!" It seems her fascination with him has waned. With a sigh she gives up on chasing Yuli, Relian beeing much more entertaining at the moment.

Relian raises an eyebrow with careful consideration. "Naked, huh? Golly, gosh, I'm glad I'm avoiding that much -- it'd be an eyeful, I'm sure!" He's amused; he's holding back laughter.

Serafa smirks, "Whats flown up your nose? Why arent you blushing ang running away" So she can cackle and chase him of course. She's about ready to slap that ill-concealed grin of his face....or Kiss him again, she cant decide.

"I don't feel like it?" It must be love - although who with is to be debated. Which means, no, it's probably not love. Relian grins broadly; "Have you anything more to say, or shall I excuse myself?"

Serafa grins broadly "Go on I knew you werent man enough to stay" She challenges, but dismisses him completely, she's gotta figure out how to get along with the only other candidate she's met. "Are you going to go see if you can find Celi?" She asks all innocent and stuff

Relian snorts - "No, I'm man enough to know when I'm winning, and to leave while I'm ahead. Celira?" the name is repeated, considered, discarded, "I shouldn't think so. Not intentionally. Now, if you'll excuse me..." Off he goes, mug left behind upon the table.

You go to the South Caverns.