Logs:Blues and Liquor
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| RL Date: 11 December, 2013 |
| Who: Ghena, Jo |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Ghena learns a thing or two from another bluerider. |
| Where: Garden Patio Ledge, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 2, Month 7, Turn 33 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: G'laer/Mentions, A'rist/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: I Have absolutely no idea the ic date. |
| Garden Patio Ledge, High Reaches Weyr Partly sheltered by the curving stone overhang, partly exposed to the weather, the wide stone patio serves as a balcony for socializing or just plain drinking on a sizable scale. The repurposed ledge might once have let two large dragons land, but now there's too much furniture for that: two rustic tables with attendant chairs, plus a couple more in particularly good weather, and a wrought iron bench situated to make the most of the view of the western bowl and the lake beyond. Other changes include rough little niches carved out of the stone walls to hold glows in colored bottles at night, the climbing plant that's being trained to grow up along the overhang, and the blue ceramic pots of flowers that dot the edge of the ledge as a colorful reminder not to fall off. An archway leads to the Snowasis itself, housed in the ledge's former weyr, while a few wide steps descend along the wall to the bowl. The sky is absolutely clear, the stars spattered across it brightly above. Knioth must be finally asleep because the blue rider is lounged at one of the chairs, feet kicked up and looking at the sky, nursing something she decided to try on a lark. Still in riding gear she looks surprisingly peaceful there, given the events of the day. People still mill about inside the snowasis but she seems to pay them no mind. It's not often that one can find this particular bluerider about and in public, but here is Jo - walking out of the Snowasis with a beer in hand with a saunter that might give hint to someone that she is in the process of schmoozing the pants off some female greenrider. The blonde walking with her pauses not too far from Ghena, seeming to be listening close to whatever low words that the Glacier bluerider is giving. As for Jo, body language says it all in the way she leans close and the way she murmurs her words close to the greenrider's ear before leaning way and giving her a meaningful look. The answering nod is subtle, and it's probably exactly what Jo wanted to see since the smile being sent is pleased before stepping away and downing her beer. Nurses the drink, as the blonde and brunette saunter out, a wry smile crossing her lips. It was fun watching others play chase, not that she was much of a chaser herself, yet anyway. The glass is lifted in greeting, out of politeness more than a desire for attention. She'd learned not to bother a predator on the hunt, even one so fetching as Jo. Then again, Ghena was never exactly known for being polite. "Good evening ladies. Wonderful weather isn't it?" The blonde greenrider turns in time to see that raised glass of greeting from the weyrling, and so when there's a verbal one, she's the one that smiles first and gives a nod back. "Hardly noticed," she speaks on the weather before turning and sending Jo's way, "Have Tac call Irith if ya need anything." Then she's walking away and the bluerider is certainly not ashamed of looking. While doing so, "Evenin'," comes her belated return now that the greenrider was gone. Dark eyes shift to take in the one who greets, brows tipping upwards as she asks, "Do I know ya?" Or something. Ghena may be watching too, though perhaps with less interest than Jo. She smiles at the elder blue rider. "Not sure, unless you've brats or siblings in the creche' Ghena of Blue Knioth's. He may have helped screw up your hatching bet?" Playfully worded as she sips from the drink again. "I'm sure I've not met you yet." She admits finally. Even if she had, Ghena's reputation for remembering names is terrible, which is something that will probably win her no favors later in life. Lingering on her beer, "Creche," Jo echoes that word with a slightly raised brow at her. But then a name is given and there's a flicker of recognition from the bluerider. "Ahh, yeah. Yer G'laer's sister, right?" she makes the connection with a finger pointing right at her. "And, just so's ya know, I didn' really bet this time around. Name's Jo, blue Tacuseth's. Well met, Ghena." The younger girl flinches a little at mention of G'laer. "Yeah I'm related to the watch wher." The glass is studied. "Good for you on the bet thing, I hear it was a bit of a mess to sort out after. Well met Jo." She grins at hearing the woman is a fellow blue rider. "Care to let me get you another drink?" the offer is given as she sits up in the chair. "He's not that bad," Jo states - as if she should know, right? Right. "Looks like he's a stickler for rules, even though he tells me that he's not a stickler for rules. That makes him an enigma, and those aren' so bad.Ya wanna get me another drink?" That gets echoed from her, seeming to find some sort of amusement from the offer. The reason's not about to be explained, either, the bluerider shrugging before settling at the girl's table. "Well, it's not everyday I get a weyrlin' to get me drink without even tryin', so why not? Redfruit rum, if ya don' mind," and she leans back a little pulling her riding gloves off finger by finger. Ghena waves to the server and orders the drink, grinning. "He's G'laer. As for rules, well he's a stickler for the ones he likes and the ones that don't suit him can go out the window." As though that's all the explanation needed for it. "Is it so strange for someone to offer to buy you a drink?" The expression suggests that Ghena doesn't buy it. "I figure it's as good an excuse as any to trap you for a few minutes and ask what it's like in the wings flying blue." Or you know, get pickup line advice because the way the blond green rider sauntered off certainly suggested results. "If pissin' off bronzes is a prerequisite mind Knioth has that already covered." "A choosy stickler, then," Jo surmises on her brother with a snort. "Still a stickler. Nah, it's not strange," she adds on getting her a drink, shaking her head some. "It's strange for a weyrlin to, maybe. Yer brother just bummed his off of me. Typical of weyrlings I've come across." But then Ghena makes her intentions clear and the convict rider chuckles and points a finger right at her as she says, "Unless there's somethin' they want from me. Typical. Ya wanna know what's it like flyin' on blue in the wings. Fast, that's what." Sure, she could explain that further, if she asks. The weyrling shrugs, "Personally I think the doing what people expect just sets you up for a boring carrier." There is something almost deceptively charming in Ghena's smile. "Well I figured on the speed part. Its a shame they dont do air races, just imagine the marks you'd make." There's an expectant breath, as though waiting for Jo to elaborate. Something in that first statement seems to resonate well with Jo, for something more genuine in the smile is what answers it. "Never do what people expect," she states that easily, perhaps the most honest she's been in this conversation so far. She turns to the topic at hand. "Look, darlin', there ain' much to it," she goes on to answer her question. Leaning a bit forward, "With no Thread in the skies? We're reduced to drills'n sweepridin'. It don' much matter what kind of dragon yer ridin' these days unless yer on some randy bronze fast enough to make ya Weyrleader or on gold. There may be some differences in the wings, mind, like, Glacier be different than Snowstrike, but that's it. A shame indeed that there aren' any air races. It would be too easy, though," she notes, leaning back now. "Either a green or a blue would win everytime." Ghena beams, "I will take that advice to heart." For the races she offers, "Possibly, or you could separate it by color class. Maybe throw in some endurance races." There is a twinge of disappointment, "And here I thought dragon riding was a life of adventure and romance!" Though clearly having grown up in High Reaches, she really should know better. "The challenge would be gettin' someone like K'del to go for it," Jo notes on the air races. "Gettin' all of those riders involved. Not sayin' that it couldn happen, mind," she adds quickly with a non-chalant shrug, "but, just that with things bein' as it is with the Weyr and the Holds....well...." Well. She doesn't continue that line, knocking back more of her drink before addressing the second. She snorts a bit at the look of disappointment she sees, shaking her head and gesturing with her drink towards the ledge as she answers, "If ya want adventure'n romance, shack up with a holdless bastard with a dirty eye for causin' trouble. Likely," and there's a seemingly helpless shrug now, "I'm the last rider in this Weyr to go to on any advice about rider life, darlin'. I just don' care enough. Telavi or Quinlys would be better. Lookin' for where ya'n that dragon or yers could fly that's crazy and dangerous? I'm the one that would know." Leaning back with a slight frown, "Ya really think dragonridin' was about that?" she has to ask now. Oh dear, there is something sparked in that girl's eyes now. "Crazy and dangerous?" Because clearly these words translate to mean excitement and adventure. "I thought that it was less boring than drills, sweeps and leadership meetings." She points out diplomatically. "Just a bit of spice to keep things interesting you know? Something that keeps Knioth from picking a fight with a dragon that could (and probably would) eat him. He needs focus." Clearly her lifemate is not awake for this conversation. Jo can see that sparkle ignited in the weyrling's eyes, and there's the briefest flicker of curious amusement for it. "Uh-huh," she states to all that, looking as if she's not being bought. "Yeah. I'll tell ya some half-cracked place only to get yerself and yer dragon injured, and get me in trouble. Ya look like the sort that would blab the minute ya get knicked with a knife, too." She's looking her over. "At least while yer a weyrlin'," she amends and adds with a lift of her brows. "If ya ask me past yer graduation, I might be generous enough to. I'm not always generous. Havin' problems with yer blue?" Yeah, she caught that last bit. Ghena frowns quite disdainfully. "I would not." The childish return is perhaps suggestive of how well the girl knows herself, which is to say not very well at all. Still the promise of adventure after graduation keeps that spark glowing bright. She shrugs, "I don't know if It's Knioth as much as that idiot bronze, All he ever seems to say is Blood according to Knioth. He made one attempt at befriending the beast only to discover he's not much in the way of brains, and well - Knioth naturally thinks himself shinier and more handsome than any bronze could ever hope to be. He'd probably try to fly a queen if he doesn't figure out soon that he simply isn't built for it." "I can see the tears already streamin' down yer face," Jo continues along that same line, lips pursuing as she shakes her head. "Or I would have to go out of my way to save yer ass. Actually, tellin' ya anythin' looks like it could be a very bad idea." Pause. "Idiot bronze," she picks that one up, brows furrowing. "So....lemmee get this straight. Yer blue is the one that's all-ego, or this idiot bronze?" Just so she's clear. "Knioth is the one with the ego. Or at least what seems to be a disproportionate ego to the amount of dragon." She frowns, at some point she is going to have to prove Jo wrong, it is quite clear. At least to Ghena it is. "He could out fly Lythronath I'm sure, but that dragon just ain't right in the head if you know what I mean. I just don't want to constantly be looking over my shoulder for him, I'm not sure A'rist could really stop him from it" Or that A'rist would necessarily want to for that matter. "So what's the problem?" Apparently Jo doesn't see dragons with egos as problems. The bronze's name is unfamiliar to her since she doesn't react to it, though she does ask, "Is this Lythronath causin' distress to yers? How about goin' to one of the assistants about it? Or puttin' a jab to the face of this bronze's rider?" Yeah, that last would be just great to do. "Ya think they're gonna fight or somethin'? The dragons?" she guesses, watching Ghena closely now. Ghena seems to contemplate the question, "It's not so much distress, as - he brings out the worst in Knioth on any given occasion." Diplomatically tactful is she. "I don't know about a straight out fight, but I imagine there will eventually be some kind of injury. Maybe I'm worrying too much though. As much as I'd love to see blue outfly bronze, I'm keenly aware of the size difference." Jo listens through the whole explanation, nodding here and there in her understanding of the situation. She doesn't answer right away though, choosing her nurse her drink for a few moments before speaking with a shrug given. "I don' see it as a problem, personally, but if it gets that way, might be best to get Quinlys to regulate on the whole matter," she suggests with non-chalance. "I have a rough dragon myself. I just let him get it outta his system, and it eventually did. What about gettin' yer brother involved, huh?"
Something about the first statement about Ghena's brother causes Jo to let out a humorous snort. "I can believe it," is all she comments in return to that, shaking her head a bit. "But yeah. Get it outta his system. Sometimes it works. I came from a a bit of a rough'n tumble clutch. Rough dragon, like that Lythronath one. Most of the dragons from Tac's clutch were like that." Likely where her non-chalance stems from, having dealt with those sorts through weyrlinghood. "They can' help that they're male, darlin'. Even the ones that ride'em aren' so sane in the head at times." Lips quirk up at that. Ghena tilts her head and nods, "I don't know how I feel about a clutch full of Lythronath's the barracks already stinks. He paints." A shiver. Still there's a lot to consider, and there's the beginnings of frown lines. "Guess I just have to figure out the rest as I go along, huh?" . "Paints," Jo echoes that one. It's a new one for her: dragons that can paint. She's briefly looking dubious, even curious, before Ghena says the last the bluerider pushes herself up from the table with her drink. "Ya seem like a smart girl," she drawls, nodding a few times with a crooked grin warming the harsh features of her face. "I don' see why ya wouldn', darlin'. I better get on, though. Gotta run some things before I can entertain tonight." Whatever's left in her glass, she drains, then sets it down before saying, "And thanks for the drink. I owe ya one. Have that blue of yers call on Tac if he needs anythin'." The girl gives a big smile, "Absolutely, I'll buy you a drink next time I see you if you'd like, and I promise not to pester you with as many questions." She salutes, "Clear skies Jo." "Buy me?" Jo's making sure she's hearing that one correctly, having turned away enough that she was looking back over her shoulder at the weyrling. "Yer the first weyrlin' to even offer. Ya should note that to that brother of yers, hm?" She flashes a rakish smile at her before she delivers a lazy enough salute for it to it to almost be a mockery before she's gone. |
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