Logs:Cutting Ties
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| RL Date: 13 January, 2016 |
| Who: Jo, V'ret |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Jo offers V'ret a way out in their talk of future plans. Things go unexpectedly to an end. |
| Where: Rider's Lounge, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 23, Month 10, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: T'gar/Mentions, Irianke/Mentions, Taikrin/Mentions, Lys/Mentions |
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| The lounge isn't packed, which is great considering its size compared to the Snowasis. Still, it's a cozy spot, with Jo claiming a table towards the back with a mug of something as her blue sends out an invitation towards a certain weyrling bronze to join them should they wish it. The riders here are engaged in their own endeavors, and barely giving any attention to anyone beyond their tables. It takes a little time for V'ret to arrive. Other plans for the evening? Not according to Zoth, although Zoth is no more conversational than usual. Light pleasantries and then radio silence. He's had more than enough to do of late, of course, and so the excuse is made on his arrival: "Sorry, had work to finish up. It goes faster than it did the first time I was helping with it, when it was all new, but it's still incredibly tedious," he says as he joins Jo at her table, after acquiring a glass of his own. Taking a drink as V'ret arrives, Jo lifts a hand to snag his attention just as he approaches her table. "I wouldn' worry," she tells him with a shake of her head once he's seated. "Ya didn' need to come. Glad'ja did. Just checkin' up on ya. Seein' if there was anythin' ya needed. That sorta thing, see. I do try to keep ya to yerself as much as possible cuz of--" Work. Weyrling work in particular. By Jo's expression, she's been there. "I can always spare time to catch up with family." V'ret lifts his glass to that, then makes a face before he actually drinks. "Well, maybe not always. But enough. There's always more work to do, and then I do have to make time for the girl," the girl, "and see my friends more than once a month. And not get lost between, no pressure." Now, he actually drinks. "The girl," Jo echoes that one as she sets her mug down with slight amusement on her face. "Yeah. Reckon she's told'ja 'bout the proposition she asked for by now. Since it's been awhile, I'm assumin' her first plan went through without a hitch." Beat. "Have ya started lesson Between?" Him, in particular, that is. Beneath notice, that proposition! No concern of V'ret's, waved off without even a proper word for it. Taken care of? Does he even know? He's not going to linger on it long enough to give any of that away. "We have, yes. I've managed so far, but not without wondering if it wouldn't be a lot safer to fly straight. I never realized I was staring death in the face every time until it was my dragon." If he's trying to brag on his bravery in the face of it, he's still being a bit too conversational about the severity of the threat. "You may want to one day go to Benden," Jo suggests with a nod on Betweening. "Or Ista. Flying straight would put too much strain on Zoth. Betweening takes that time off. 'Least we're not livin' in a Pass're yer not Betweenin' would be a death sentence for ya during a Fall." Taking a drink in the pause, "Don' rush the process, darlin'," she tells him now, her tone easy. "Just take it easy'n make sure everythin's right before jumpin'. If ya want, Tac can send Zoth visuals'n we could practice when yer think yer ready to. It can be dauntin' at first, but once ya can, ya'll never wanna stop." The sigh is at least only a small one. "I know all the good reasons. I won't claim I would have wanted Searched during a Pass, mind you, but I'll be fine. Man ought to be entitled to complain a bit after working as many hours as I have been." Just as quickly as he brought it up, V'ret is dismissing the concern. "I just keep telling myself, if I'd wound up tending bar the rest of my life, I would have been forty before I got a room to myself, much less the bath. I'm not in a position to fill it with wine yet, but..." "In a different world, I would not be a 'rider," Jo relates soberly, perhaps in an apology. "Even if bein' so has saved my life in this one." Draining half of her contents of the mug, she sets it down, something V'ret says drawing a study from the bluerider before she says, "With Rat'n ya close to graduatin', 'bout time y'all start weighin' yer futures. Weighin' what ya truly want. I know what ya came here to do, but I think ya should know that there's other options. I know we've put ya both under a lot of pressure," she admits, her voice low, "'n becomin' a rider, it ain' gonna always be smooth sailin'. What I'm sayin' is, if ya think ya can't do it...if ya think yer better off bein' just an informant for us or takin' yer loyalties elsewhere, I'll back ya. Same for Rat." Not even a skipped beat, there, though V'ret's voice drops to about half volume. Not a whisper, which by itself would be remarkable, but quieter. Concerned with their own affairs the people at the other tables might be, but still. "Of all the things I might find dissatisfactory about my current lot in life, surely you don't think so little of me as to think I would abandon the family over my inability to fill a bathtub." Smiling, there. It's a joke, but it isn't. Jo grins at the joke and seems to appreciate it for what it is, but there's a serious light in her dark eyes. "Ya have an idea what life can be like in this family," she states, studying him. "Not that all of them fully participate. Canie doesn'. I just want ya to know what yer gettin' yerself into. Yer young. The Weyr offers just as much as we do, darlin'. 'Swhy Taikrin made her choice'n left. 'Swhy I'm tellin' ya 'n tellin' Rat. Come graduation, I can't have someone that's not on the same hide as us. That's where trouble comes from. Rat knows'n now ya do, too." Leaning back, "I'm offerin' ya a way out if ya need one, so don' take it lightly. For some, they're better off servin' the Weyr or themselves. That's fine. This offer comes only one time, darlin'. Just somethin' to think 'bout as ya head to graduatin'. Ya let me know what future ya want on yer own time'n I won' question." Beat. "I'll try not to," she amends with a grin and a toast of her mug. There's a long and critical look, there, and the smile fades as she goes on. "You know what? Okay. I wish I could have trusted you. I have little faith that I could provide you with anything that Irianke can't, so I suppose that's no great loss." V'ret hasn't finished his drink, but he doesn't seem to intend to; he gets up, leaving the glass there. "If you come to regret it, later, perhaps we can come to some more suitable arrangement then." Frowning in unveiled surprised, "V'ret," Jo says when he straightens, "I'm not kickin' ya out if that's what ya think I'm sayin'. I'm sayin' that I trust ya enough to let ya choose what ya want for yerself. I'm sayin' that I'm concedin' my choice to ya. That's what I'm sayin'. What does Irianke have to do with any of this? I haven' talked to her in almost a turn." "No, it's fine. I don't know what I think, but I've got more than enough to do, right now, to be playing at this. That's all. Thanks." The weyrling's tone is lighter, again. "You know where to find me if you need me," V'ret adds, as he turns to make his way out. Apparently this isn't too sudden, since Zoth's already out there waiting for him by the time he makes it to the ledge. Jo's lips part as if to speak further, but before she can, V'ret is already making his way out. Whatever words die on lips that press together as she sits back, watching him go before she's slow to take up her mug and finish off what she has left. |
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