Logs:Dangerous Dates
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| RL Date: 1 August, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, Jo |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: A promised beach trip has Jo and Edyis chatting in the sand. |
| Where: Beach, Southern Continent |
| When: 26D 5M 38T I10, spring night |
| Mentions: N'rek/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions, C'ris/Mentions, Taikrin/Mentions, Yesia/Mentions, Farideh/Mentions, R'hin/Mentions, Madilla/Mentions, Jolan/Mentions, Alida/Mentions, Z'kiel/Mentions, Keysi/Mentions, Laine/Mentions, T'mic/Mentions, M'ron/Mentions, Kaitlin/Mentions, I'zech/Mentions, Irianke/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, Aishani/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Feel free to make any changes. NSWF Some Language, Nudity |
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>---< Southern Beach (TP Room - HRW) >---------------------------------------<
Golden stand stretches in both directions for as far as the eye can see,
broken only by the occasional encroaching cliff, the ancient stone formed
into rockpools and outcroppings. Inland, open sand is gradually taken over
by lush greenery: dense forest extending all the way back to distant
mountains that might even be days of walking from here. The ocean, too,
stretches out unbroken: there's no other land to be seen, nothing but blue
and blue and blue until the point at which it hits the horizon, where blue
meets another kind of blue, in the endless, cloudless sky.
A tent-like structure has been strung up between trees and a few tall
posts, providing shelter from the hot sun. There are no tables, and no
chairs, beneath it, however: just a few haphazardly slung blankets,
providing only the most basic comfort. A few paces beyond the edge of the
tent is a bonfire built from driftwood.
The water is shallow, here, protected by a sandbar a few lengths out.
Available Commands: +tp/help
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Edyis F 21 5'4" athletic, brown hair, brown eyes 0s
Jo F 33 5'8" wiry, black hair, brown eyes 8s
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>-----------------------------------------< 26D 5M 38T I10, spring night >---< One thing a person can learn about this bluerider is that Jo always keeps her promises. Akluseth might be surprised to suddenly find visuals of a beach down south popping into his head from Tacuseth along with a smooth, « Need to get away? » It's an invitation out of the High Reaches, and the blue pair is hosting. Should they come, they would find one blue dragon already half-submerged in the waters close to the beach shore while his rider - sans all the black leather with this hot weather and in a white two-piece that's really not leaving much to the imagination - lounges on a blanket, out on white sand. Looking slightly damp, it's possible she's been in the water earlier. Akluseth's delay in accepting probably has more to do with his rider and less to do with his prickly points these days, given that Tacuseth gets a deep and rolling rumble of greeting as the pair pop out from between. Akluseth circles his shadow giving plenty of warning for the skidding landing that almost lands him and Edyis in the surf. It doesn't take long for the brown to be freed of his straps, and Edyis to devest herself of a few layers throwing them over an arm as she carries a basket over to where Jo is sunning. "Well do I ever feel over dressed." She teases, the thin white fabric of the tunic suggesting the dark colors of a swimsuit left over from more modest days in Monaco. When Akluseth appears in the warm Southern skies, he gets a lazy sort of greeting from Tacuseth. Jo, herself, remains right where she is, her face tilted up towards the sun before the sudden shadow falls over her and signals Edyis's arrival. Lifting up a lazy arm as she looks her way - looking her over, rather - "They're good enough to survive the freeze of Between," she returns wryly. "Take'em off. I recall ya wantin' me to show ya this place. No better time to do so. What's in the basket?" She misses nothing. "Call me crazy, but it seems a proper day at the beach should include food and something sweet and cool to drink." Settling the basket of fruits, sandwiches and a few bottles of something pale gold in color, and light and sweet to the taste. She digs out a quilt of her own spreading it out, the bright colors seeming more so against the pale sand. Setting the basket on a corner and neatly setting folded leathers beside it before taking a long look at Jo with a wry smile and shedding the tunic, adding it to the pile. Akluseth finally slips into the water, eventually disappearing beneath the waves entirely for several minutes once he gets out past the sandbar. He returns eventually, stretching himself out on it while nosing at something resembling a starfish. "Yer crazy," Jo quips in teasing, the curl of lips indicating. "Here I thought the somethin' sweet was already included." Not hiding the innuendo there, she sits up only long enough to check out what she could see of the basket's contents. Nods towards her, "Ya think of everythin', darlin'," she continues to say as she lays back. "I only brought the flask. There's a bar not too far from here that I was plannin' on usin' for a refresher. I trust the visuals helped Akluseth well?" Edyis smirks, "I think you tend to qualify as spicy." Innuendo returned with bad innuendo, cheesy pickup lines for the win! "He managed them," Which is good enough her tone implies. "Not quite everything." She offers with a smile as Jo lays back again. Everything in it's proper place she stretches. "Explains the swimming suit then." She says of distance to the bar, eyeing the water for a moment and the brown. "Ain' me that I was meanin'," Jo counters with a look. The second earns a drawled, "Ya did bring a water suit, didn' ya? I don' mind ya swimmin', prancin' about naked. The bar's far, but not that far." The last is to the distance to their privacy, anyway, tilting her head forward to look around them. "We can always move further away if ya worried about some Southerners gettin' a look at ya. Otherwise, pop me one of those bottles before ya decide to take a dip. The water is lovely." She's sitting up now, sitting back on propped arms as she watches the weyrling stretch. Edyis laughs, "Well I'd be lying if I said I didn't think skinny dipping is what you had in mind when you mentioned the beach trip." But she's in a two-piece swimsuit at least. "You haven't tired of me yet?" She drawls back on sweetness, bending over the basket and fishing out the tool and bottle, making quick work of the cork, filling a wooden cup and passing it Jo's way. "I won't be so... easily distracted this time." Grinning as she leans over to offer Jo the cup. "Is skinny dippin' what ya wanna do?" Jo turns it pointedly on her, watching her from where she lounges. "The only fear ya'd have here is the sudden arrival of bar-goers takin' a walk. That doesn' scare me." One would think it's a challenge she throws with a roll of her shoulders, only quick to remark on tiring, "Do ya want me to be?" A question for a question, and hers is borderline playful. Leaning over to take the offered cup with a nod in thanks and bringing it up to her curved, smiling lips, "I didn' easily distract ya the last time, darlin'. If I wanna distract ya now, I can just drop the suit'n have ya on yer back on this blanket." The smirk might not be seen behind the cup as she drinks deeply. "But we should discuss things," she continues lightly. "Tell me how the wing shadowin's been goin'. Tell me about weyrlin'hood so far. About 'Rek. 'Bout the places ya been visitin' now that ya have the freedom to do so. Are ya makin' friends? What ya thought of Glacier. Yer secrets'n fantasies. Share. Spill." She's not asking for much, really. Edyis stretches arching her back to peer at the blue rider. "Quite the exhibitionist aren't you?" She seems to mull over Jo's question, "Mm, I suppose that depends on you." Though the things to be discussed has her padding back over to the blanket and digging out a cup for herself, though she's settled so she can look Jo in the eye. "Shadowing has been ok, but that I know of no one has shown any interest in having us." Akluseth sliding into the water only to settle near the now smaller blue. "Weyrlinghood is weyrling hood, we survived it, and I think I'll get Quinlys a really nice bottle of whiskey as a graduation present, probably get something for C'ris too but not really sure what." Rek's name draws an arch of her brows, somewhat thoughtful. "He shows when called, doesn't seem particularly interested in small talk, and I think I might drag him along when I get my tattoo for graduating. Other than that, I don't really pry. I figure if he's got something to say, or wants someone to talk to he will open his mouth and do so." She lifts a shoulder, "You still probably know more about him than I do at this point." As for Glacier? "I liked it, but I also don't think I'm what Taikrin is looking for. " She frowns a moment with that, "Seems like that rough patch we had at the start hasn't done us any favors." With a slight one-shouldered shrug, "Someone gets handsy over me showin' my bare tits on a beach, I'll just kick their ass," Jo is flippant in answering. "'N, ya know my answer." She doesn't have to explain, but she goes silent, listening, to those answers as she leans forward to look into that basket once more. Towards the end of it, "Have nothin' to hide now, do ya," she observes the overall rather than the particulars, a brow lifting along with her gaze towards the green weyrling. "Save for ya not tellin' me yer secrets'n fantasies." If Edyis doesn't stop her, she'll reach for one of the sandwiches. "They hardly let it be known who they'll tap," she goes on to answer the particulars now. "Even when it looks like they're not interested. As for Rek," and there's a pause, the slight smirk on that one, "ya should ask him anyway. He's not much of a talker, true, but only 'cuz I think the man's been on his own for too long." Tacuseth settles close to Akluseth, though he's taken a leisurely swim now about the brown dragon. Even the bronze fire lizard, Mime has popped in and seems to be looking to land somewhere on either dragon. Edyis laughs airily for the flippant solution. "Haven't had anything to hide in a long time," is her response to hiding things. "Don't see much point in hiding anything these days. Especially from you, I am fairly certain if I tried to be mysterious and seductive I'd get laughed clear to Igen." She grins, "Unlike you who comes wrapped ins stories, looking every bit the part of the dangerous corruptive blue rider." Lifting her cup to her lips and grinning a little around it though it fades at the mention of wings. "Even so..." mild irritation seeping into her tone for the words, "One more thing where I can't foresee the outcome." Akluseth eyes the miniature bronze skeptically; this one isn't sunflower gold at least. Nor is it nesting in his rider's jacket at the moment, so maybe, just maybe Mime is ok. There is another skeptical arch when she mentions Rek, but she does seem thoughtful. "Been on his own?" Mild curiosity is coloring her tone, as dark eyes study the bluerider, "Makes me wonder a little about how you would define that." Being on your own, she must mean. "No longer a patron of secrets?" Jo teases, perhaps touching on some conversation they had long ago as she sets the sandwich at her own feet while straightening up from the lean. "Ya've seen so adamant in tryin' before. Interestin' ya see no point in doin' so now, after one night with me. Of course, I am nothin' but stories'n corruption," she goes on to agree, working on breaking the sandwich in half. "Still, if there's stories yer lookin', I just might indulge....dependin' on what it is." Jo is certainly not an open book, but Edyis likely knows that by now. On wings, "I wouldn' even worry 'bout it, darlin'," is her opinion as she takes a bite of half the sandwich. "I didn'. Yer gonna end up in a wing. S'not like none of the wingleaders won' take ya. Yer not the worst weyrlin'." Mime seems to choose a brown dragon landing - he is the bigger of the two, after all. So, the little bronze tries to land lightly on Akluseth's head, peering right down into one of his eyes with a chirp. On their mutual Telgari friend, "On his own," the convict rider is easy to echo it. "As in, he has few friends. He has no family that he speaks of, though that doesn' necessarily mean he doesn' have a family. He's a loner. He doesn' see the need to socialize much." "I wouldn't say that just most things are better left out in the open. Besides its like you pointed out during Glacier shadowing, there's no point in pretending to be something I'm not, the truth wins out eventually. Besides you ask a lot of questions." Offered ambiguously, though she does smile, biting into the food and watching Jo, and at talk of stories she seems to focus on those scars a little more. A beat before, "I noticed that night, that's a pretty rough scar on your thigh." It is tentative, cautious even, for wings she just shrugs. Akluseth eyes the tiny beast with a rumble, snorting sharply. A thought shared between dragon kin, not quite agitation, but not entirely thrilled either, still unsure of what to make of Mime. Edyis can't help but snicker, glancing back over her shoulder at them though her attention returns to Jo quickly. "Might want to warn your firelizard, Akluseth isn't precisely keen on them. He wouldn't hurt him, at least not intentionally." On the topic of the Telgari brownrider, she frowns only faintly, as though weighing out Jo's words on the subject. "Most people do, though if they don't talk about them there's a reason." She says of families, another bite taken of her sandwich. "I always ask a lot of questions," Jo doesn't hide that fact, conceding. "Growin' up, it was let known that I was an inquisitive child. I doubt I've changed much since." Munching on the sandwich when the roughly large scar on her left thigh is brought up, she looks down at it on display. It's a dark scar that looks like it hadn't healed properly. There's a pause before she addresses Mime instead, sending a weird series of loud whistles in a pattern that gets the little bronze to take flight from Akluseth to glide over the waters instead. "He's sometimes overly familiar," she explains on the bronze with a sharp look going towards Mime. "I'd rather not lose him to dragonteeth, darlin'. Damn things do come in handy." Glancing back at Edyis now and giving her heavy regard in the pause that follows as she chews and swallows, "I got it in a raid," she finally explains, chin lifting a bit as if this mark is a proud part of her history. "A whole group of us thought it was a good to kindly relieve a smithcraftsman of his goods from his wagon. The smithscraftsman turned to be more wily than we thought. He got me here-" she touches the scar in question "-before we got'im. Then I got fucked over by my friends'n sent to the mines. Took awhile for it to heal, if I can barely remember. I was too pissed to even noticed how banged up I was." "Maybe we are alike in that regard," the comer scribe murmurs of being inquisitive, the corner of her mouth twitching upward. "You must be better at asking questions though." Tilting her head as she watches those whistled commands, Edyis laughs. "Akluseth pwouldn't hurt him, more... Well he gets jealous sometimes." Edyis grins, "He likes being big but also wishes he could ride around in a flight jacket, or on someone's shoulder." The brown in question watches Mime, even more dubiously, puffing a breath at him. Tacuseth's circles are then eyed now too. The brown flopping down in the shallows and swishing his tail through the water, stirring up the sand. It is the explanation of Jo's scar that draws Edyis's attention back, listening quietly for a time. A brief flash of something disquiet in her expression at the word raid though it's gone so quickly that it may never have been there at all. "Doesn't seem like the kind of behavior one should ascribe the word friend to." She says after a time, her gaze going out over the water. "If you could go back, knowing what you do now, would you have chosen a different path? Different associations?" "Practice," is Jo's excuse to asking questions.Tacuseth sinks further into the water as finally Mime goes for a landing on top of what hide he could grab of the blue dragon. At least Tacuseth stops sinking at this point, and the little bronze is watching the brown dragon closely. Jo appears a bit dubious on the nature and antics of dragons, shaking her head a bit before she exhales a, "I still have a hard time understandin' these beasts. Ain' nothin' like'em." Dark eyes take in Edyis, catching that disquiet look before it vanishes she states, "Ya disapprove." Pause. "They were friends," she reiterates with a cutting motion. "Now we're not. 'Spose there's no honor among thieves after all." The last though, gets the odd quiet reflection as she looks out over the water before answering. "I could say no," she says. "I could say that I should've never been taken in by a trader boy's charms'n stayed my ass in Keogh to end up some low level guard, even when I was better than most of my brothers. Truth is, though, that life would've killed me all the same. The scars would've been on the inside, darlin'." Cutting a look to her, "I have few regrets on the things I've done," she admits evenly to her. "He still would have came to my hold'n I still would have gone with him. For all I am, it brought me to Tacuseth. It brought me a level of freedom I didn' have before. I'm my own woman. Every fuckin' scar was worth it." "Approve or disapprove, it isn't my place to judge." Edyis murmurs, "Just... I have been on the other side before." The admission and her expression with it reminiscent of the one worn when studying Jo's maps of Nabol. "Honor might depend on the thief." Her smile slowly returning, "Besides it can be fun to fall 'prey' to the charms of some silver tongued rascal." But, again she falls quiet, listening to the fervor in the blue rider's tone. "Yer allowed to have an opinion, Ed," Jo notes as she finishes off her half sandwich, a secret sort of grin on her face. "In most circles, they would say what we've done was a bad thing'n we got just what we deserved. What I deserved. I only feel a 'lil bad 'bout tryin' to steal his stuff," she admits dryly. "At the time, I figured we needed it far more than he did. There's no honor in that decision." Reaching for her glass now, "Deetan was a certain breed, darlin'," she comments on the last, the tone of nostalgia coloring her words. "He could charm the pants off anyone. Taught me a lot. His betrayal hurt the worst." Favoring the drink now, "'N you?" she asks now. "Tell me somethin' 'bout yet past. Somethin' no one else knows." "Opinions make for easy misunderstandings. Weyrlinghood has all but cured me of them." There is a pause, "besides under the right circumstances I might have made the same choice. Not that the death of a man sits well with me but... Well, once I would have told you I would joyously watch those who raided our hold swing by their necks." Her palms are rubbed against her thighs, freed of the sandwich. "Things tend to be easier with an open mind." The last question has Edyis drawing her knees to her chest, "Something no one else knows..." "Opinions are opinions," Jo counters, wolfing down the rest of the sandwich. "I have plenty of them. I usually don' care what folks think of them. Ya would not have killed that man." She says the last with certainty, watching Edyis. "Ya would not let somethin' like that sit in yer head. Would'ja be the one pullin' the rope that tighten those raiders' necks? Yer not a bad person." Intensity of her gaze follows this, but she lets off to reach for a refill of her glass. It's the last that has more of her attention, one corner of her mouth lifting up before she says, "Somethin'. I doubt ya don' have secrets." "Mm, know my mind already do you?" She teases, digging her toes into the sand and laying back on the blanket, looking up at the sky. "Who knows anymore, most of them were kids, following orders." She bites at her lower lip, brows furrowed faintly. "Does that mean you didn't do it either then, or just that you believe yourself to be a bad person?" She wonders absently, before her expression relaxes some in an easy laugh. "Sure I have secrets, and people who I trust to guard them. Something that no one else knows... " She thinks about it again, "When my father died, I never really mourned him. I missed him, missed the idea of the relationship we could have had together, the one that I imagined. The truth was though he was more focused on my brothers, he had more affection for the younger ones true, and I know he loved us in his way, but I always wanted more." She exhales, "So I took up with someone who tended to encourage my thirst for learning, the way I imagined my father should have. Developed something of a stupid affection for that person, but as it turns out. I wound up being just as much of a disappointment to them as I was my father." Laughing, "No, I doubt I know any of yer inner workins', darlin'," Jo answers the first as she nurses her filled glass. "Rather, I know folks. I know bad people. I know what they're capable of." But then, there's her, and the question put to her about being a bad person has her considering Edyis and that question for a long moment. Then, "I didn' do it," she drawls out slowly, "but that doesn' mean I'm the moral girl yer might be assumin' I am." It's an answer, of a sort. She quiets up to listen, the story getting a nod here and there or a slight frown. Towards the end, "I truly believe there's those fathers out there that are the real disappointments than their daughters," she seems to relate, her tone cool perhaps to memory. "Was this person like a harper, this who encouraged ya to learn? Why would be consider ya a disappointment?" Engaged in the story, the memory, for now only the drink and the weyrling before her getting her attention. "Even good people can do bad things." She offers with a shrug, stretching on the blanket lazily before tucking an arm behind her head. "Who says I think you are moral? I just don't think you are a bad person." There's a half smirk, "Not entirely so anyway." Of fathers she exhales softly, "Probably so, still I was fortunate enough I suppose with mine." Of the person who encouraged her she laughs, "Oddly enough no, doesn't much care for them either." She glances over at Jo with a wry smile, "Because I chose to stand, and managed to wind up with Akluseth instead of that ever elusive more dangled before me." She wrinkles her nose a moment. "You'd have thought I sold every secret I was ever told or something." "Cuz ya don' really know me, darlin'," Jo speaks on morality and bad things, and there's something sober about the words as she drains her glass once more. "None at the Weyr can say they do." She snorts on father, shaking her head as she states, "Consider yerself lucky, then. There was no fortunate with mine. Been in contact with one of my brothers lately'n he's still alive, so I 'spose he's done one thing alright." Something else Edyis says has her asking with piqued interest, "What is this more ya were to have or be? Was sellin' secrets somethin' ya were interested in or done before?" Maybe it seems like she's drilling her at this point, but the woman doesn't seem to notice. "Now whose fault is that?" She murmurs rolling onto her belly, and propping her chin in her hands, glancing over at the bluerider with a half smile. She listens though, stretched out lazily in the sunshine. "Call it selfish but you've done no wrong to me or mine, so whatever else you've done, doesn't really matter to me Jo. Maybe that will change one day, but I'm for living in the moment personally. " The rest she listens to, a faint draw of her brows. "If yours are anything like mine, I imagine that contact probably wasn't pleasant. If it was, then I'm happy for you." She prods somewhat. "Only one person knows the answer to that and they aren't telling." There's a soft snort, and up she gets, dusting off the sand and making for the water. "I enjoy discovering things, and learning about people." She offers mildly. Chuckling a bit with a look going towards the weyrling, "Safer that way, baby," is all Jo says to that, reaching to refill her glass once more. "I won' do ya wrong, ya know it. Not ever. I'm good to my friends, at least." Quiet a little on family, now moving to peer into the basket to pull out the fruit Edyis brought as she relates, "Jolan is one of the nice ones. He's not like Alan or Eran. Good brother that missed his sister. He's better off not gettin' too close to me, though." It's odd, the last statement, perhaps, but she doesn't linger on it. When Edyis gets to her feet, of course she's going to stare. She leans back to watch the view as she calls, "Is that why ya have a fascination with my scars, then?" in an open tease, leaning back on her elbows as she bites into a redfruit. "Learnin' 'bout me? Seein' how I tick, especially since I've fucked ya?" Well. Jo can't be civilized forever, after all. She was bound to be crass somewhere in their serious conversation. It doesn't take long, and the smile that she tosses casually over her shoulder as she disappears into the water briefly probably says more than a direct answer to the blue rider's questions which are left to hang for a few moments before the brownrider resurfaces slicking her hair back and making her way back over. "It's good that you two can catch up some at least." Though the last, even as Edyis settles herself on the blanket next to Jo reaching across for that cup of wine she'd abandoned earlier. "I suppose that could be part of the attraction." Leaning close and grinning before she settles back on the blanket with a long draw from her cup. "I do have a surprise for you." She tones casually. Jo snorts at that smile, shaking her head as she composes herself eating. On attraction, "Yeah, I bet," she says with a knowing smile, running a hand through her drying hair. "I usually hear it's my winnin' personality. I'll take it. What's the surprise?" Because yeah, what girl doesn't like surprises? Even a convict can. "If I tell you before you see it, it isn't much of a surprise now is it?" Edyis murmurs, with an amused chuckle. "It isn't quite finished yet anyway." She adds, refilling her glass and looking out back to the water. Speaking of scars she studies Jo's again, a hand lifting to trace one at random if allowed. "Tell me about this one then?" She murmurs making herself comfortable on the blanket. "As opposed to now havin' me wait?" Jo counters in tease to the idea of surprises, smirking a bit before she bites into her redfruit. "Ya ain' gotta make anythin' for me, ya know," she adds a bit soberly with a raised brow. "I could just sneak into yer weyr and find out." Weyr crashing seems to be her specialty. As for a scar traced, she snorts softly before she says, "I'll tell ya, but then ya gotta tell me somethin', too. Deal?" There's that tall tale challenge in her dark gaze, perhaps trying to ferret out her secrets and stories as well. "I've read somewhere that anticipation is half the fun." The former scribe quips, "Mm, well then maybe I'll just sell it for shiny mark or two. I doubt you'll be sneaking into my weyr unless you happen to have a knack for locks without keys as well." Dark eyes glittering in amusement. "Sounds like a reasonable deal." "So ya wanna leave me in anticipation?" Jo continues to tease. "How cruel, weyrlin'. Dangle a surprise in front of me and then tell me to wait. I'll find a way to steal into yer weyr, mark my words." There's a sage nod following that. "Besides, someone that has to lock up their place tells me that ya got some goods to hide in there. Thievin' 101." But then, the deal is struck and the look she sends Edyis tells about there's no going back. "Alright," she says, straightening up to look at the scar on focus. "Got that one from a crate cuttin' my shoulder when it proved too heavy," she explains now. "That's one's hardly interestin'. I was young, though, and tryin' to do all the same things my brothers were doin' Thought I was such the shit back then. Anyway, Eran could've told me that it was too heavy for me, but, that's not how things were done in my family," she explains as she brandishes her half-eaten redfruit. "My father believed in livin' through yer mistakes to make sure ya don' fuck it again next time. Assumin' there was a next time. Eran watched me fall'n only told me to go clean up, the bastard." The story seems to be over, punctuated with a bite from the fruit before she's looking over at Edyis with anticipation. "Not for over long, just enough to build the excitement." She teases back. "I'll tell you the same thing I told Rek, fuck me over and I'll have it out in your hide, one way or another." The gleam of her teeth in the smile might suggest she means it, but then again considering her build she isn't precisely intimidating either. The story however, she is utterly enthralled by it, grinning through the whole thing as Jo paints a picture of her younger self. She picks up the wine bottle and starts to pour. "Now that's a story you might find amusing..." Looking at the bottle then as though it reminded her of something. "Now it just so happens that many of my bad habits were learned in the effort to feed an acquired taste, namely excellent wine." Offering the bottle over to Jo. "As it happens I am a firm believer in generally replacing that which I borrow without permission and in this case I happened to end two bottles of benden red on accident. Thinking myself a clever person I filled the bottles with that cooking sherry we had an overabundance of." She snorts, "The idea being when I got my stipend I'd replace them with the real thing and no one would be the wiser." She flushes a little then. "Now as it happens, someone came home early and I wound up stuck under the bed cursing my bad luck. Just to prove a point, the owner of said wine staged a .... shall we call it nocturnal visit, causing me to startle so badly my skull cracked against the underside of the bed." She grins, "When I say the truth is typically the best policy, well trust me when I state I've learned so the hard way." "Ya told Rek that." It's almost a question. Jo eyes the young woman for her warning, amusement open and honest as she drawls, "MmHmm. The only thing ya gotta worry 'bout with me is makin' sure I don' break yer heart, darlin'," she says wryly. "I ain' a girl to fall for." Then there's a story to tell, and she's rapt in listening to every part of it with the right amount of reaction. "So wine's what'll win ya?" she gleans from that story with laughter. "I wouldn' have thought it. Yer weyr must be full of wine, ripe for the pluckin'." More seriously then, "That's bad, though," she says as she plies for more wine. "Have ya learned yer lesson, then? Yer brief life of thievery came to an end as quickly as it started? Ahh, if ya had met me in different circumstances." Indeed. "Granted," she adds, taking a drink, "ya would've ended up right where I did, but still. I have a request, though." She straightens up now and looks Edyis in the eyes as she says, "Tell me what's really goin' on with ya'n Yesia. No 'we just hate each other', either. Ya don' seem like the sort to to really hate anyone." "I did." She states with a smirk. As for the rest she's almost somber, "That assumes that I have a heart to break." But there are more questions which earn a faint wrinkle of the scribe's nose. "You try to win me over and yet say I shouldn't fall for you, seems counter intuitive." She smirks, "But in truth I'm easy to please, excellent wine, good company, knowledge, small adorable animals..." She laughs, "And if you want to come by my weyr to share a bottle," or other things, "you are welcome any time Jo." She smirks, "My brief life of thievery came to an end when I impressed a brown and felt guilty for that fact." Though what the two have to do with one another, she doesn't explain. It's that look and the sudden twist of attention to Yesia that catches the former scribe off guard. She studies Jo with an arch of both brows. "I don't hate her, I don't particularly want to fuck her, but I don't hate her either." Edyis tones flatly, "As to where the trouble started, she came in playing queen bitch because she thought it would win her friends. It didn't impress anybody and most of us thought that's what she was as a result." There's a frown, "Not that it is necessarily right to treat someone a particular way just because that is how they act, but I never claimed to be a good person, or particularly selfless for that matter. I probably could have changed the way things turned out if I took a minute to look at things through her perspective." She shrugs, "Hindsight being what it is and all." "Even I have a heart to break, baby," Jo says that a little evenly, mingling in with a little teasing. To winning her over, "Have I had my way with ya so soon? Seems premature." Countering her words, playful in their regard. "I'll make sure to drop by yer weyr when yer in the most compromisin' of positions," she promises now with a hand over her heart. "Since I'm welcome anytime. Perhaps it's really you that deigns to have her way with me." Perhaps all in jest, the banter that she slings right back at the brown weyrling before listening on Yesia. There's a single nod to that, along with a thought study going Edyis's way before she says, "Lonliness'n fear can do that to a girl." As if she would know. "I'm surprised one with yer type of insight didn' see right through her. The others of yer class not seein', I get." But not her, but, it doesn't sound like a chide. It's just curiosity from the bluerider. "When it comes to readin' folks," she states with neutrality, "it's the surface that needs to be ignored. We all have our masks to wear. The challenge is to get that mask lifted from the person's face'n see who they really are. It's a valuable skill I think, you in particular, might appreciate." "I was preoccupied with my own issues." Edyis admits, "Though I don't know that I could call myself particularly insightful either." There's a smirk for the banter, though the discussion of hearts draws Edyis to study Jo then. "Yeah, maybe you do, but I'm sure it's probably just like Alida's all wrapped in barbed wire as though that could protect it." She shakes her head then, as though the statement hadn't been intended to be spoken aloud. "There's only so much people will let you scratch at that surface layer. I'm clumsy at it, I lack R'hin's subtlety or Madilla's gentleness." Her gaze shifting back over the water as she lifts her cup. "More'n some I've met," Jo speaks on insightfulness. "Don' sell yerself so short, Ed." She grows quiet on the matters of the heart as she shrugs a bit, as if dismissive of the matter. "Alida'n I are different beasts," she relates then as she nurses her drink. "Alida has more wire'n I do. I'm good at keepin' folks distracted from my heart." Apparently, to her, there's a difference. On scratching surfaces, "All it takes is observation," she says breezily as she looks over the view where their dragons are. "Watchin' what they say, how they say it. What their body says while they say it. Doesn' take talkin'. It's how I knew ya wanted me." Dark eyes look towards her then, that semblance of a smile soon to follow. "I didn' have to ask, now, did I? The same goes to other folks. It can be learned, is all I'm sayin'. Do ya get along with the rest of yer class? Ya think ya'll keep in touch with any of them once ya graduate?" she asks more questions now with a curious study. "I don't know that I'd say you have any less, more like you have it in different places." She teases, but its her cup that has her attention rather than the bluerider herself. "It's more than observation, there's something else that is hard to quantify." She slants a look at Jo at mention of wanting. "Mm, no you didn't." But she did have to do something seems to be the implication. "Yeah, or well I used to. Not as close to Farideh as I might have been but she's alot like Yesia, a prickly barrier a mile wide. I don't care much for the frigid goldrider mask, or the things that come with it. Then again, that's probably my own fault too." She shrugs, "I'd like to keep in touch with most of them, and Jorrth and Akluseth get along fairly well. Z'kiel's fun too when you get him laughing. Keysi, Laine, I hope that we'll all keep in touch at least." "Have ya figured out those places yet?" Jo is playful in her asking, picking out a small piece of fruit from the basket. "Not a fan of frigid masks myself," she goes on to agree with a nod. "I usually like to put fire to them. Farideh is....interestin'," she admits, clearly having met her. "Prickly like one of those southern felines. I feel like she wants to grow up to be that Weyrwoman too soon. She just needs to live a lil' is all." Whatever that means, and since it's Jo saying it, it's likely not good at all. "I don' think I've met the rest of 'em," she states as Edyis refers to them by name with a slight frown. "I only really kept up with M'ron'n Kait when I graduated," she relates idly as she pops a small piece of fruit into her mouth. "I mean, there's I'zech, too, but he's just an ass. I can only deal with him in small doses. None of them ended up in my wing, so it got hard to keep in touch. I make the effort with Kait'n him." By the tone, it's likely more than that on why that duo keeps up with the convict rider but it's not something she lingers on. "Now that would be telling." Dark eyes shifting over the bluerider as her lips curl. "Maybe that's it, all the pressure to be the goldrider, So long as Irianke figures out how to coax Niahvth up first she's got nothing to worry about and the Weyr can deal with a competent and more importantly effective Weyrwoman for a change." Edyis sighs, "But I imagine that will also bring more trouble, its hard to get a real read on Irianke." Of clutches, she shrugs, "Who knows, I would do things differently if I could go back but at the same point I learned some important things about others and about myself." Jo affects a fake pout, leveled at Edyis for not telling on wires. "'N I will go cryin' into my pillow back home," she drawls in self-suffering with a sigh. "Wonderin' forever. Ya wound me, darlin'." The smile hitches back in place as she drops the act and says with far too much confidence, "Any secret can be bought." On Farideh, "Ya don' think it would naturally be Niahvth that goes up first?" she asks with interest. "'N is Iri--anke that hard to read? She seems pretty transparent to me. Mostly." Right. "Seems like," she goes on to say, "most of those that sit high above us have their own brand of masks. Even K'del, as transparent as he appears to be." She nods on her response on clutchmates, adding to it all, "I've found some become more tolerable once ya realize ya don' have to see them everyday like before. Distance'n fonder'n all that." "Nature has very little to do with the schemes of ambitious women." Edyis states wryly, "You think so?" She ponders of Irianke, "You don't think she's possibly a woman of many faces wearing the best ones to accomplish her goals? Not that that's a bad thing mind." The scribe shrugs, "Haven't interacted with her enough to be able to tell." She lifts a shoulder then, "There is that. " She states on masks. "Things tend to be easier at a distance." "What are your ambitions, weyrlin'?" Jo turns the tables on her now lightly. "In the Weyr? In life? She wears the masks quite well, Irianke," she agrees readily, "but I don' mind that she does. I think a Weyrwoman has to. Can't be seen as too weak or someone that can be used. I learned with Aishani that there's a lot that goes with ridin' gold'n I don' envy any of them the privilege. Farideh just may chafe under such a burden at her young age. Maybe she's chafin' under it right now." Popping more fruit into her mouth, "We all have our roles to play in the end," she tells her with a shrug. "Depends on how long it takes each of us to accept it, or find ways around it." One guess on which camp Jo falls into. "At the moment, I don't quite see the possibilities." Edyis admits, "When everything you wanted suddenly becomes impossible... " She shrugs, "The things I wanted to be were better suited to other people. So I'm trying out different things until I find a new ambition." She doesn't have much more to say on burdens or goldriders, other than a shrug. "Do we?" She wonders of roles, "I thought about requesting transfer to Igen but they aren't taking on browns, or maybe transferring out to Benden or Telgar... try someplace different for a while." "Or find temporary ones," Jo speaks on ambitions with a neutral air. "It's alright if they always change. Things change everyday so it makes sense for our ambitions to, too. Perhaps they can be like yer dragon's, if he's the sort to have'em." When Edyis mentions a transfer, there's a lift of brows and a, "What yer gonna find in another Weyr that ya won' find here?" she wonders aloud, taking a drink. "That mere travelin' or visitin' won' cure?" "Thats the funny thing about ambitions though, rarely are they ever anything a person can do on their own." She shrugs, "Akluseth is a by the seat of his pants sort of guy." There's a soft smirk. "A blank slate." She suggests after some thought. "I don't really know what to do at this point Jo. I'm used to having some sort of idea, but..." She shrugs, "I'm open to suggestions if you know anyone that has use for someone with my ... haphazard skill set." Jo is silent, maybe thoughtful as she seems to be considering Edyis's words. She nods a bit before leaning back on one arm before she states, "I'm likely the wrong one to tell ya what to do with yerself, darlin'. I'd have ya into all terrible sort of things. The diplomatic answer is to the wait it out." Looking her way, "Some find their way past graduation. Yer still a weyrlin'. Can't expect to know the rest of what yer meant to do in such confinement. Sometimes it's the wing ya get tapped in that determines what ya'll do. Search'n rescue runs in certain wings'n all. Maybe the point for now is not to have an idea at all." Leaning towards her with a hand on her thigh, "It's the freedom yer seekin'," she notes in a low voice. "Why rush it? Yer ain' tied to bein' who someone wants ya to be. Ya can travel if ya want, fuck if ya want'n have no one standin' behind ya. Look to that." Leaning away, "No regrets." Edyis laughs, "Maybe, I can pass the time with more terribly bad ideas." Leaning over in attempt to plant a kiss on Jo. "Who knows if I stop trying to think about it so much I might just have fun." "I can think up a few involvin' less clothes," Jo follows on the heels of that opening (well, it really doesn't take much for her). That kiss is returned with the barely-held aggression of her, that hand on Ed's thigh now snaking forward to try and snag her about the waist to pull her towards herself. "Stop thinkin' would be nice," she murmurs against those lips in agreement as her fingers would try to aid in getting rid of Edyis's clothes if she's not stopped. Edyis herself seems too preoccupied with kissing and clothes to bother with stopping Jo from undoing hers. Bar goers be damned. |
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