Angharad glares at Darial, as if wanting to melt him, not just the snow that is on the ground. "Idiot man," she comments to herself. At least she's not calling Darial a boy now.

Darial makes his way around the courtyard, doing a thorough job on each bench. He slowly approaches the one Angharad is sitting on.

Angharad eyes Darial warily, frowning at the trainee, then the bench. Motioning forward with her hand, the snow seems to flee on an invisible wind. Then Angharad sniffs and turns back to her book.

Darial gets to Angharad's clean bench, shrugs, and starts to sweep it off anyway.

Angharad glances at Darial sideways from her book. If he expects her to move, the fool man is in for a rude awkening. Shifting slightly,a s if planting herself firmly on the bench, Angharad straightens and continues reading.

Darial pauses, then shrugs. "They did say to sweep the entire bench." Without a moment's hesitation, he starts to sweep Angharad.

Angharad looks up, frowning at Darial and bats away at the man. "Go away. I'm not moving, so either leave it, or wait until I'm done!"

Darial shakes his head. "Can't do that, Accepted. I was told to clean off all the benches in the courtyard. That includes this one. So if you don't move, I'll just sweep you too."

Angharad frowns at Darial and growls at the man. "Begone you annoying welp. I've already swept this part off so I could sit on it, you idiot. Go away!"

Darial stops long enough to look at Angharad. "They didn't say sweep just the dirty ones. They said all of them. So I'm sweeping all of them."

Angharad purses her lips. "I said go elsewhere! I hardly doubt the gaidin will even give thought to you sweeping around a person, and coming back later when they are gone. You need to learn patience, as well as obedience."

Darial grins. "You're not one of my teachers, though. You could learn compassion, or maybe helpfulness, or several other things and just get up."

Angharad glares at Darial and hmmmpfs as she slams her book closed, papers still in it. Standing, Angharad dust what little snow could possibly even be on her, then steps away. She turns to watch Darial, tapping a foot as she does so.

Darial sweeps the bench, taking his time and not missing a single spot. Darial goes back and sweeps every niche and cranny again.

Angharad continues to tap her foot. "For the love of Light, man! Be done with it!"

Darial looks around. "Nine other cleaned benches, Accepted. Has to be this one?"

Angharad motions towards where she was sitting. "I've warmed it up, and I don't like being pushed around. Yes, it has to be this one!"

Darial finds another speck of snow to clean off. "Then I'd better make it perfect. I'm sure you'd notice any little bit I missed." He grins. "I can rewarm it for you if you don't like the temperature."

Angharad growls at Darial, this time the growl is feral, not frustrated. "ENOUGH! The bloody bench is fine! And I bloody well don't need you bloody warming it bloody up! GO AWAY!"

Darial stares at her for just a moment, then bites back a chuckle. "You might want to use soap on that mouth when you're done here." With a little bow, he moves on to the next bench.

Angharad growls again, balling one hand into a fist. She would hit Darial, if it weren't for the book she's holding. "Oh, go bloody bite a horse's rear!"

Darial says dryly, "Then we'd both need to wash our mouths, wouldn't we?"

Angharad steps forward, setting the book down gently on the bench. Odd, as angry and frustrated as Angharad is, she still takes time to carefully set a book down. -THEN- she rounds on Darial. "What you need is a good dunking in a cold river, that's what you need! Not just soap in your mouth! Light, if you could walk through those gates and come back a less annoying man, I'd bless the Light for the rest of my days!"

Darial stops midsweep. "If you want to try dunking me, Accepted, feel free. But that would make you fair game to dunk right back."

Not surprisingly, Rhynne comes walking up--well, actually, it's rather a dancing as her feet are working out something rather intricate-looking--the stable path, humming softly and smiling. Even when her eyes and ears take in the little scene in the courtyard before her.

Angharad yanks on her bebowed braid with one hand, and bounds her thigh with her other fist. "If I weren't busy studying, I might very well take you up on that. But frankly, you aren't worth the bother!"

Darial grins. "You've taken an awful lot of bother already for someone who's not worth it."

Angharad yanks again on her bread, threatening to upll the entire thing off. "Don't you have something else to do, besides bothering me?"

"Well well, what have I stepped into here?" Rhynne queries cheerfully, grinning from one to the other.

Darial blushes suddenly, but offers a nod to Rhynne. "Just cleaning benches."

Angharad is glaring at Darial, and turns to Rhynne, still glaring. Perhaps lucky for Darial, Angharad misses the blush. Once registering that it is Rhynne she's glaring at, Angharad sighs, relaxing. "This man is a stubborn oaf!"

Darial says under his breath, but audibly, "Quite a kettle sitting on /that/ bench."

"Darial?" Rhynne arches a brow at the young trainee and grins, then turns to Angharad. "How so? I think he's quite pleasant, Angharad."

Angharad glares back at Darial, before answering Rhynne. "The man goes out of his way to bother me, I swear. I'd nearly do anything under the Light to get him to leave me alone." Then she fixes Rhynne with a frown, "-I-, at least, try to follow Tower rules about ... relationships."

Darial glances over at Angharad. "Oh, is that why you said you weren't flirting with me. Gotcha." He winks at Rhynne, then turns away before that blush shows up again.

Rhynne blinks, suddenly reddening herself. "B-but.." she falters. "I-I'm following them to the best of my ability, Accepted. And I'm always in public.." Does Angharad know of the talks that Weste and Morcath have had with Rhynne? Hmm..

Angharad crosses her arms over her chest, gladly forgetting Darial for the moment. "I'm not going to lecture you, you've already been lectured. But your best bet is to keep your eyes on your studies, not the Trainee's behinds. Understand?"

"I am /not/ looking there, Angharad!" For once, something's stirred that fiery Saldaean temper in the Novice. "And I've been most circumspect lately.." She turns to Darial and informs him. "And if you were wise, trainee, you'd best not be accusing an Accepted of flirting--especially not Angharad.."

Angharad frowns at Rhynne, "Good. That's all I want, Rhynne. And I certainly expect you to become Accepted soon." Then she turns back to Darial and glares at him. "If he were wise, he'd just avoid me. But somehow he seems to take pleasure in torturing me."

Darial glances at Rhynne. "I only said what was happening. No accusation. Didn't even try to get her in trouble."

Angharad hmmmpfs at Darial, then says to Rhynne. "Just be good, and watch yourself while you're a novice. Before you know it, you'll be ready to bond a man, then can't find a one you want to bond." Actually smiling at Rhynne, Angharad waves, ignoring Darial as she gathers her book and papers before walking back inside. She never did sit back down.

Rhynne smiles a bit and nods to Angharad. "That is my hope--the next level that is.." Not to confuse Angharad with thinking Rhynne was speaking of bonding! Light no..She clears her throat and watches the Accepted depart, then turns to Darial "You just need to be careful.."