Logs:Blue's Clues
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| RL Date: 29 June, 2013 |
| Who: Jo, Telavi |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Telavi and Solith trade Jo and Tacuseth a story of the shipwreck for company. |
| Where: Jo's HideOut Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 13, Month 2, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Alida/Mentions, C'wlin/Mentions, K'zin/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Jo's Toes, Blue's Clues |
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| It's well into the evening and for any that should venture to Jo and Tacuseth's place, they'll naturally find it empty of them. The heavy drapery is drawn and there's no light behind it , giving the ledge a desolate feeling. It's likely like that all the time, considering. There's a sense of the ledge just waiting. Always expecting. « Tacuseth? » Solith. « Will you be coming home? » She'd like to wait there, in his space, that is not her space. Wait there, or perhaps more simply be there. There's distance at first, but then the shadows of Tacuseth's mind is suddenly there, bold and invasive. « I'm comin', » he returns easily enough, for sure enough, he can be seen in the distance, having just winked in from Between. « Come to visit? » (To Solith from Tacuseth) « Are you coming to check on us? » Solith's ingenuous about it, as though perhaps they should do that more often. « We are now. » She's just now landing, a hop, skip and a jump of claws scrabbling over stone for the fun of it, for all that there's something about the way her thoughts breeze by that isn't so... breezy. By the time the other pair gets there, Solith's awaiting him on his ledge, while Telavi has characteristically helped herself to the top of Jo's desk. She's also gained herself a paunch, if the swell of her sweater is any indication. as she sits with her elbows on her knees, her head tipped forward right until she, too, can hear the sound of his claws. (To Tacuseth from Solith) « Are ya stealin' anythin'? » Tacuseth counters, echoing his rider's mannerisms in that way. Of course. But he's here now, landing not too long after her, snapping his wings back just as Jo dismounts and goes to secute the heavy drapery back to let some air into her weyr. At least on the threshold within, she stops and stares at the paunched Telavi sitting on her desk. "Normally when there's a girl sitting on my desk, she's naked," she gives in her characteristic greeting while slowly approaching her. Looking directly at the paunch now, "What's that?" Solith's, « No? » questions: should she be? Is there anything he'd like to have go missing? She reaches out her muzzle in greeting, blowing a puff of warm air before retreating into a ball of wings that would be fluffy if only it could. Tela's looked up at the last moment to see Jo, her eyes more green than blue in the sparse light of the glows. "It's too cold to be naked," she tells the bluerider, then glances down at her homemade belly. "That... that is a snack. I'd forgotten how clingy firelizards can get when they're teeny. How was your day?" Honey, she's home. Tacuseth gives Solith a nudge before sending back, « Jo likes her things too much, » on that matter, lifting his head and seeming to enjoy the frigid air. "Never too cold," Jo quips on nakedness, her dark gaze lingering on more than just that paunch. Not to her, since she's now divesting herself of her leather jacket and riding gear along the way. She sets her knives down on top of the press at the foot of the bed, then looks back to eye that paunch again as Telavi speaks. "Yer lucky mine ain' in right now," she says, nodding towards it. "He doesn' like attention taken from him. How'ja get one?" Beat. "Didn' die or get blood on my leathers, so I'd say the day was successful," she remarks on the question as she pulls off her gloves. "You?" « And you like her to have what she likes, » Solith says, not quite as a question, mostly something she guesses or knows or simply likes to hear. Telavi? "I'll believe it when I see it," she says to the bluerider, the more lightly for the darkness of Jo's gaze. Her own tracks the disrobing, and more significantly the divesting. "Would he eat it? It's asleep, I think. There was a clutch hatching down South, Alida found it... did she tell you? You did hear about the ship? By your definition, my day was successful too." Tacuseth is adamant. « Always, » he agrees. « She should. Doncha agree for yers? Does yers get what she likes? » Jo snorts at Telavi's first, stating, "So inexperienced, darlin'," in an obvious tease. "Nah, he wouldn' eat it," she moves on to talk about firelizards, standing before her press in just a tank top and pants. "He'll bite, though. Havin' been bitten by him, myself, I can say it won' be a fun ride for that babe of yers. And nah, I didn' hear about the clutch, but I heard a bit about that ship. Not the details, though." Going over to where the bottles are, "Tell me about it." « I like her to have what she likes, » Solith offers, « and she likes to get what she likes. » The young green's so transparent in how she wants to answer what Tacuseth's asking. « Sometimes she likes getting it Sometimes being gifted. » Is that what he means? "Careful," the greenrider teases back, "you'll get goosebumps. You don't want your firelizard to bite your goosebumps, either. Mine just," 'just,' bit my fingers, so yours biting him would be like biting me, and I wouldn't want that. As for the ship," her eyes are not only on Jo but the bottles, now. "Where would you like me to start?" Shadows lighten in amusement as Tacuseth sends to Solith, « What does she like, then? What do you like? » Since they're seeming to share and all. Jo laughs at the return tease, Uncorking a half-filled bottle and placing it on the desk right beside the sitting Telavi. "I'm made for the cold, darlin'," she states with that air of self-importance that she holds so dear. "I give goosebumps, not get them." She grabs a stool from the side of the bed and drops to a seat on it, gesturing for the weyrling both take a drink and to speak on the weyrling trip. "Damn lizards. Some are mighty useful, though. Ya should get yers trained to be. Start from the beginnin'," she adds on the trip. What were ya doin' down there, in the first place?" « I like to not be cold, » Solith at once teases and means it, with a duck of her head that's innocently coy. « She likes... she likes the buttons on the tunic she is changing with her needle, engraved they're called, drawn with something that's also like a needle, I don't remember what it's called. Or maybe it is a needle, but not the same sort of needle? » Tacuseth's turn! "Well, yes, ma'am," says the weyrling to the goosebump-giver, toasting her with her own bottle before taking a long-enough drink to warm her from the inside out. Jo's turn! At least, once she sets down the bottle again. "I should, I suppose. Solith has it in line, more or less, though she doesn't care for my green as well. Maybe because she's older than her?" Greener than her? "We were down South for a weyrling trip," she relates. "Gathering supplies for the Weyr, it was supposed to be," and here she regales Jo with the poking around, and the hunt for water, and the difficulties she and C'wlin had with the one tent until Alida took over, and the nosing around for food and all sorts of things. "Until," and here comes the dramatic pause, "the storm rolls in." Is her audience properly attentive? If Tacuseth could laugh, he would be right now. « I like to not be hot, » he counters easily on that. « And, she likes to hunt. We hunt together, down where it's warm. » He seems to understand about the needles though, since no clarifying question follows. Jo snorts to that toast before reaching out to claim the bottle, only speaking once she's had her drink. "Never had a problem between mine and Tac," she relates with a slight shrug. "Takes much to become a pain in Tac's ass. Maybe Solith doesn' like the attention yer little'un gets?" She falls silent to listen to the tale, nodding here and there before that dramatic pause. A brow lift with anticipation, clearly having been drawn in since she says with the bottle lifting to her mouth, "Yeah, go on. What then?" « You get hot? » Solith asks with some surprise. « I like it hot, » unaware at the moment of how then she gets... sleepy, melting more and more into lassitude until she's an elongated pool of green. « Do you hunt for the Weyr? » "Maybe," and Telavi's is a doubtful reply for the attention. She slips a hand up under her sweater, murmuring about how it will stretch her poor sweater out so it's no good, and yet she still doesn't move the little creature more than it takes to pet its tiny chin. "Imagine us, trapped in the caves, our poor dragons shivering in the rain, the thunder! and the lightning! and the whoosh of the wind and the rain and the more rain! and the water rising, rising! and hardly able to see beyond the cave at all... and inside it's all right at first once we got the fire going, but then people are getting cold and wet and picky and," she makes a face, but says, "this part doesn't relate to the ship, and you asked about the ship, so I'll skip it." So there. "And the next morning we go out and stretch and the ground's all wet and trees are knocked over and there's that ship, crashed on the rocks at the outer edge of the lagoon, and we get into it. What did you hear, which parts can I skip?" « Sometimes, » Tacuseth answers back. « I don' mind when there's a spring, though. » He loves hot springs, at least, which is something! « We don', » he answers on them hunting for the Weyr. « We hunt for us. » Back to the story! Jo works to maintain a straight face as Telavi tells it in her way, especially since it's suppose to be a serious affair. "'Picky'?" she picks that word up, but since Telavi skips that tale, she doesn't questions further. Instead, "K'zin's sent out to Tac about there being drowned men with tats," she explains this part that she does know. "About men bein' dead and one of'em had some sort of love note and that was about it. I was tryin' to have Tac get more from him, but," a shrug is given to finish that off. "He never called back so I assumed all was bein' taken care of." « Springs are fun. » Springs could be fun now! « Do you eat so much, that you must hunt and hunt and hunt? » Solith wants to know. That repetition of Jo's has Telavi grimacing again, and that's even before the bluerider goes on and Tela winces, glancing down at her paunch. Someone's been disturbed, and Tela has to pry out little sleepy claws before she can say more, but even when she looks up, her own expression's disturbed too. It stays that way. "There were those," she says. "The dead men... I've seen dead people before, before they got taken between, but not like that. It was awful. I heard one had his, his throat cut, even. But did you hear that not everyone was there that should have been? It looked like some of them knew enough to get their valuables out and get into a boat, but we searched and searched and searched, flying, and we just couldn't find them. But I'm glad we looked." And not just because searching involves less manual labor than hauling out crates. « My Jo hunts where I cannot eat, see, » Tacuseth explains, as casual as his rider. He goes silent, though, his attention shifting towards the conversation within when it comes to the ship story. His curiosity is piqued, even as he says, « We'll go to the springs together soon. It's been awhile since we've gone, » the we being him and Jo, but the offer is still being extended. Jo takes another drink before passing the bottle over to Telavi once her hands are free of disturbed lizard, saying, "Nah, I didn' hear about anythin' but the dead. Throat cut, huh?" She mulls over that one before she prompts, "Did they look like they could've been pirates? Were they clean-cut, as far as ya can tell?" Right, as if anyone would be searching among dead, washed-up bodies to be figuring out if they had on proper clothes at one point. Apparently, Jo would. She tacks on, though, "Anythin' else ya found there? The men still out there or did'ja bury them?" « Oh. » Solith doesn't... quite... seem to follow, but at least for the springs she can say, « I'd like that. We would like that, » since he's offering. She does circle back around, uncertain but so much more willing to admit it than her rider ever has been, « What do you mean, her hunting where you cannot eat? » Surely it's more complicated than what it might at first seem; so many things in Solith's life are, she's begun to learn. Telavi takes the bottle one-handed, and she's looking a little greenish when she says, "I... I really didn't look. I don't know. I, actually, that's a really good question because leaving them there sounds awful but I... have no idea, Jo." She presses her lips together, first dry and now pale and dry, and then parts them for a hasty swallow of the liquor. Once she's made it through the burn, "I did find some pages from the ship's log, I gave them to Quinlys, but they were ripped out, and didn't help. It looked like they just traveled along the Southern coastline, is all. We couldn't read the name on the boat, we couldn't tell anything really, but there was all that cargo and it has to belong to someone." « She hunts the waters, and for little creatures that I wouldn' eat, » Tacuseth tries to clarify. « Dunno why she won' hunt what I hunt. » It's that simple, right? « We'll get there, then, » he now decides on spring trips, even if Jo's too distracted to be noted that she now has plans, thanks to her dragon. Speaking of Jo, she looks just a bit crestfallen at hearing that there's no more information on the men to glean, but her attention goes taut when there's something else that Telavi says. "Cargo?" she echoes, sitting up a bit straighter. "What kind of cargo? It was all intact? Did'ja bring it all back?" Question after question. An inquiring mind is dying to know for some reason. « I don't know either, » Solith is glad to commiserate. Riders are strange sometimes! At least they have dragons to settle plans for them. As for Tela, she loses quite a bit of that unnerved quality to her expression at Jo's sudden interest, enough that she even smiles. "Let me think. We brought it back, so far as I know, it wasn't all intact but mostly? Wool, grain... I heard that there were some spaces that looked like they could have fit smaller boxes, but I don't know about that, so maybe they were less boring. Boring but useful," the greenrider is quick to add with a wrinkle of her nose. "I suppose a fine dry chest of tapestries would have been too much to ask for, tapestries that moths hadn't gotten to, anyway. Or jewelry. Or," here she glances sidelong at Jo, and breathes, "Knives." Jo listens very closely to what details Telavi gives her, watching her eyes and her lips. "Wool and grain?" She looks expectantly at her then, but when it looks like nothing else is forthcoming, there's the simple, "Hmm," to occupy the silence. "Ya said spaces could've been seen, where things used to be," she tries to verify before nodding once and adding, "Maybe whoever got to them took the valuables, like the tapestries or the jewelry or the knives. A shame, if so." She leans away, regarding the other in silence for a few moments before she asks, "So ya'll brought back what was left that was salvageable?" "That's what we were thinking," Telavi agrees, capping it first with a nod, then with a drink. "And then they got off the boat, I mean, they got off the ship because apparently that's the word for a really big boat, with a boat which is really a small boat. Oh, and there was some tea now that I think about it, a few other things, but mostly grain," which, boring. But also edible. "We did. Or, mostly the big ones did, and we brought gear." She presses her teeth against her lower lip, regarding Jo for a moment of her own. "It's like they tried not to be tracked. If they hadn't ripped just some of the pages out of the log book instead of taking the whole thing..." Jo nods absently through the accounts, seeming to be mentally filing everything said away like she were a cabinet. Then, "First pirates, now shipwrecks," she muses idly, shaking her head. "If only half of what ya'll are goin' through in yer weyrlinghood went on durin' mine...but, just as well, eh? At least no one got hurt? I see that you didn', nor Solith, at least. This log, though," she taps her finger against the desk, "ya say only some. The rest can be read, or are the pages damaged instead?" The way she says it indicates that she's not expecting a good answer for that question - considering that shipwrecks involve lots of water, wrecking things. Tela's eyes may slant sideways at that bit about nobody getting hurt, but she's not surreptitious about it, not with Jo. "Not during the actual ship part, anyway," she says, has to pause to rub her belly only it's really soothing the firelizard, and takes a deeper breath. "Not all the pages were there," she says. "Some were ripped out. Some were just gone, I think. The ones that were there... " she presses her teeth into her lower lip for a moment. "Some of them were damaged. By blood. And some kind of liquor, I don't know what kind, except not wine and not sweet? But they looked like they were all pretty much of a kind." "'Actual ship part?'" Jo has to echo that, giving Telavi a look for only saying so much, but she doesn't seem to be questioning further on that score. Instead, "A shame about the log, though. I was thinkin' maybe it could be taken into somewhere and cleaned so we could read, though I doubt we'll get much of anything involvin' how they ended up that way in the first place." She gets up from her stool to make it to the bed, using her feet to start maneuvering out of her boots one by one. "Thanks for the account," she states with her back to Telavi and her head turning in her direction. "Seems like, there wasn' much campin' involved in yer campin' trip. Whatcha gonna name her?" She nods towards the paunch. "The exploring and salvaging from the ship," Tela explains quasi-formally. "I read it. It was pretty readable, what we did have." She nods, finds herself nodding to Jo's back, then just says, "You're welcome. And it's a him, I wonder if that's anything to do with why Solith likes him better, or if it's just because he's not-green, or she's bigger, I don't know." She finds herself pausing, then says, "Do you want to see him? For name ideas?" ...only to pause again. "They couldn't have pre-planned and crashed the ship to look dead but really get away with the good stuff." Could they? "But nothin' worth mentionin', evidently," Jo remarks on what was readable, nodding towards the green weyrling. "Or ya would have said so before. No matter. What ya told me gives me somethin' to think over when I settle for the night, which, speakin' of," and she shucks the second boot off, now barefooted on the cold floor before settling on the bed. "Just came by to socialize and filch my generous booze, darlin'? Or was the shipwreck the reason for this visit?" She chooses the answer on the last first then, giving her a shrug on that matter before saying, "I wouldn' be preplannin' my death by havin' my throat cut. From what I heard, the men looked pretty dead, which tells me they were at the wrong place and time. Lemme take a look at him," she tacks on now for the firelizard's sake. "Right. We wound up with a list of little holds, is all," and Tela shrugs. Speaking of booze, she helps herself to some more, and perhaps the numbing will help with any snagging little claws as she starts reaching into the generous vee of her sweater's neckline. "The men that died wouldn't have planned it, it's the other ones... come on, come on." She extricates the hatchling carefully, dealing with wings even more fragile than Solith's ever were. From behind him, her face tilted up to the dark creature she lifts up but with her eyes slitted against his claws, "I thought you'd like to know about the shipwreck," but her voice comes out tentative, like she's deciding on the rest. Stretching her legs to get more comfortable, Jo watching Telavi as she speaks, and as she tries to extricate the little flit from herself. Dark eyes study the little one closely once he's revealed, but her last gets a raised brow and a, "If ya can get a copy of that list of holds, I'd be most generous in return," in a promise. But that's not all. "Yeah, I did," she says on the shipwreck. I always look to know what's goin' on in this Weyr with its people. Even its weyrlin's. Consider me one of the nosy ones." Nodding to the flit now, "What about 'Biter? Since he bites," she suggests. "I can make that happen," says the girl who'd read the logs, who'd copied notes down along the way. Tela slides off the desk, curving the firelizard in the crook of her arm, taking the bottle in her free hand as she makes her way towards Jo and the foot of Jo's bed. There's a sway to her hips, of course, there always is and especially when the bluerider's about, but it's not the same as sometimes; it's an unthinking, a natural progression all the way over to slide against the footboard and down to sit. "That name seems like it would warn them," she says, only half-teasing. "And I am trying to convince him not to." She hesitates. "Jo," and it's barely, barely a queston. "Good girl," Jo teases in a drawl when Telavi says she could make that happen, that smile something akin to satisfaction on her face. When the weyrling approaches with her charge and the bottle, she scoots up further onto the bed as if to make more room for her - her gaze watching every hip sway, drinking it in. "Biter could be a warnin', and a good story to tell should he stop," she points out easily. "Or, maybe call him Shipwreck? Why go for somethin' normal?" Why, indeed. She could be thinking up other eye-opening names for a firelizard when Telavi says her name the way she does, getting the woman look her way with her head tilting slightly at her. No answer to that, but she waits, her gaze expectant for more. "The way you say it, I like it more and more." Telavi settles too, crooking her wall-side knee, stretching out her room-side leg so her boot rests just on the frame of Jo's bed, the sole not quite touching the woman's mattress. The girl has standards. "Shipwreck's too long, and you know I'd be yelling, 'Hey, Shit!' in nothing flat." Which might entertain the bluerider, but see above: standards. Or maybe it's just that she's tired, because after a while she finally gets back to explaining, "Sometimes I want to flip back a few months." Snorting, "I think I like Biter, too," Jo admits with a laugh. "Sometimes, ya might end up callin' him a Shit, anyway. I do mine. Call him Biter, though. Likely end up fittin' for the flit." A hand reaches out for the bottle right then, the last from Telavi getting a curious glance from her and some silence. Then, "Why a few months?" she asks, as if she couldn't resist asking, really. That teases Telavi into a smile, and she settles the little creature just above her bent knee, petting him with slow strokes of her thumb: please stay asleep, please stay asleep, please stay asleep, or if you wake up at least don't be hungry. But when she lifts her eyes, this smile too is for Jo, even if it's not for her alone. "I like that you sound like you'd like to know," she says. "It was before Solith got hurt, of course," a slight pause she puts there just so Jo can read between the lines if she likes, "and you saw, didn't you? She's healed wonderfully. But it's before all these things happened and things got messy and ugh. You know?" "Enjoy bein' woken up to the cries of a younglin', again," Jo remarks to those firelizards staying asleep, grinning right back at her. "At least they get better with time. Mime gets in the way only once a day per sevenday. It's an improvement." Beat. "Ya want me to know," she counters now on sounding like she'd like to know, smirking just a bit. "And, yeah. Solith is healed well. Never doubted the skills of the dragonhealin' clan down there. Yer talkin' about the shipwreck and stuff before? Messy?" She takes a drink once she takes up the bottle. Telavi could stick out her tongue at Jo, she could, but she settles for making a face at the bluerider that's a little less outthrust. "I've gotten to bringing a little something with me, just in case," she mentions in passing, because far more important is, "Only since you want to." More or less. "All of that. The shipwreck, the tithes, the wings, stuck-up snits, people forgetting that my mouth is my very own, thank you, wet boots, this thing that's come between him and Ras, dead people." Jo laughs outright at the face being made and stretches out her body as she leans back with her hands pillowing the back of her head. "I always want to," she counters back breezily now. "When have I not want to? Besides, ya know ya got a captive audience with me." And this 'captive audience' falls silent to hear, only lifting a hand from behind her head to try and stall Telavi's words that she says, "Whoa, whoa! Stuck-up snits and stolen lips?" Sitting up a little straighter now, "Ya know about K'zin and his bronze?" she asks now with interest coloring her tone. If her captive audience is going to stretch like that, then Tela's going to borrow the tip of Biter's tail and aim to tickle Jo's toes with it for a moment. One toe, anyway, and lightly: mustn't make her wake him. "You have a way with words," Tela tells Jo, who's just made her life that little bit lighter. "Not at the same... well, maybe, now that you mention it." The bluerider's heightened interest has the greenrider glancing down to her lap, though, teeth pressing against her lower lip. "It's... I don't think he'd like it if we were talking," she says finally. "But I worry." Instead of that, then, she reaches gingerly out, past the firelizard, to try and capture a Jo-toe with her fingers instead. Jo wiggles her toes to that tail, countering her ways with words, "And you don'? I'm just a simple girl that enjoys stickin' her nose into other people's business," she's lofty in saying with a cocky grin to boot. Then she leans forward and adds, "Like now on yer words. There's somethin' more, and I think ya want me to ask, but I'm not even sure what I'm suppose to ask." Beat. "As for K'zin'," and there's a shrug to all that before she says, "he's not likin' a whole lotta things right now. Does it matter that anyone would talk, or is it cuz it's me and you?" She still wiggles her toes, probably making Telavi work for her capture! "That too," warmth in Tela's voice for all that she hasn't looked up from all that wild toe-action recently. If Jo's made capturing too much work, she'll settle for trying to tap each toe in turn, wriggling or no wriggling. "Wouldn't the answer be 'both'? I don't know. What do you think we should do? I hate waiting. But you know that." Dark blue eyes finally lift to Jo's even darker gaze. "And if it's any consolation... I don't know what I'd want you to ask, either." She's come up with a tiny smile. "Other than the obvious bein' what the shells yer goin' on about before mentionin' K'zin's problem?" Jo answers the middle one first with another question, a brow lifting. "Unless talkin' about stolen lips and snits is far more personal than our not talkin' about K'zin's current predicament, which we are talkin' about now, incidentally." This topic can go in circles, really. "Ya weyrlins' lives are way more fascinatin' than mine, anyway," she goes on to say before bringing the bottle to her waiting lips, her toes now trying to match her tapping. "What we should do?" she echoes with a slight frown. "What can we do, really? That boy's on some mission, and he's gonna have a rough of it if he doesn' come to some sort of settlin' with his bronze." Circles and circles and circles. "Your noticing these things is one of the things I admire most about you, Jo," and Tela slides a glance at the bluerider that's teasing once again, right before leaving off even those toes. Instead, she beckons with wiggling fingers: how about handing over that bottle to meet her waiting lips? "It's hard being... close... and then not," she says, slipping well towards a frown before catching herself. "At least Solith and me, we've always been... well, never like that. But you know what I mean? Anyway, just wait until we're no longer weyrlings, the fascinating factor will go down something fierce." "Doesn' make it any less frustratin'," Jo quips on the first, reaching forward to hand the bottle right over after taking a drink. There's a slight smirk and a nod for her troubles. Of course, she's also giving a look for the unanswered, but she's not looking to ask again. She only leans back up against the bedpost and settles against her pillows, continuing on with "He'll get over it, or suffer. It's somethin' only he can do alone with his dragon." As for weyrling statuses and so on, the bluerider only quirk her lips there and says, non-committal, "I suppose it's possible, if no one else from yer class gets in trouble." Which she finds amusing all the same with just a touch of wistfulness. That look has Tela blinking at Jo: what? It takes her a moment for realization to hit, but then there are all those other things, some of which make her drop her gaze all over again. The bottle's fine to look at, mighty fine. She's just got a nod for Jo's opining, a murmur that the bluerider's likely right, and no further questions. Not there. "You say that as though you're looking forward to more of us getting into such things. I wonder if I should be worried, Jo! And..." she sighs out a breath before washing it down with a drink. "You know, if we had a sheet over us, it would almost be like camping? Before the storm hit, anyway, and got everyone so crabby. I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to duck your question earlier, well, not really, it's more that I thought it's rhetorical. So then seriously, Jo. Do I give off some sort of... I don't know, something, that makes it seem like it's all right to gripe-gripe-gripe, and I do mean gripe-not-grope, and then pull me over and kiss me? Really?" Hands lifting, "Troublemakin' breeds distraction, sometimes," Jo says on her looking forward. "But with the current state of the Weyr, who knows. Yer in good company right now all around so I wouldn' worry about it." Right. A brow lifts on the camping, but it's the latter that has her shaking her head and sayin', "Likely was rhetorical, but I let ya make that choice. And, you?" She pauses to look Telavi over with that bottle and her firelizard before she slowly says, "Maybe. Yer a good listener, so it wouldn' be outta the way to gripe'n kiss in the same day." She could be teasing, really, despite the straight face. "The other way around, too, I hear." Right. No worrying, not at all. If Tela looks briefly doubtful about that rhetorical quality, given that earlier look... well, she lets Jo look at her without even posing, particularly, this time. At least until she realizes, at which point she glances at the traitorous bottle and then back at Jo. "I didn't mean..." and there she goes, blushing again. "Mmm, that is true," Jo can't fault that initial return, seeming to know from experience. But then Telavi's blushing, the convict rider leaning forward to try and pluck the bottle from her grip as she says, "Ya didn' mean...?" she prompts now, looking bemused enough before she adds, "I was teasin', darlin'. Whatever yer guessin' I'm meanin'. Relax." There's a short chuckle at the end. One more drink, and then Tela can give the bottle up, and willingly. "If you say so." Without her looking down, one hand sneaks past the firelizard and along the bed to try and wrap about Jo's foot. Her eyes are wide on the bluerider's. Taking the bottle, "I do," Jo states, still bemused as she brings the bottle to her lips and watches Telavi reach for her bare foot. Whatever questions, whatever other questions meant to clear said bemusement dies on her lips in place of drink. She meets that gaze speculatively before she states anyway, "Got some letters I need to write and send out once Tac gets Mime back in, but, ya can stick around if ya want," making the assumption that that conversation was at an end, only taking a final drink before passing it back over to the weyrling. "Shouldn' take me long to do." Telavi stays quiet as Jo speaks, the firelizard stays quiet, they're all quiet. Not that there mightn't be chaos again once the other firelizard gets in, and wakes this one up, and so on and so forth... but, "I guess I could stick around. Why not." It's so offhanded the way she says it, and not offhanded at all the way she looks, that suddenly-appearing slowly-widening smile. She does take the bottle back even though she has to relinquish Jo's foot to do it, but only to stopper it up. She has, after all, her own boots to remove... though Jo will find her curled up, asleep, long before that writing's done. |
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