Logs:Eccentric Tastes
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| RL Date: 30 January, 2014 |
| Who: Jo, Tayte |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Jo and Tayte play catch up. |
| Where: Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 12, Month 12, Turn 33 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Aishani/Mentions, H'vier/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, Yvalia/Mentions, Z'ian/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Back-dated. |
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| Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr The Snowasis is rarely quiet, and even then, the high-ceilinged former weyr is kept from echoing by the fantastical booths tucked into its convoluted perimeter. The secluded seating spaces have been shaped from the truncated stalagmites that escaped the smoothing of the main floor, and are both softened and separated by colorful hangings that are thick and opaque enough to make each corner its own private nook. Some of the smaller stalactites still roam the ceiling, their jagged teeth tracing a bumpy, inverted spine to the hearth. There, a thick rug with a low klah table and comfortable armchairs and couches sit, their upholstery and cushions changed sporadically to match the season: bright, light colors in the summer, fresh greens and yellows in the spring, warm autumnals in fall, and clear, rich hues for winter. Small tables litter the rest of the cavern, enough to fit up to four people each, while stools stand along the smooth wooden bar behind which is the passthrough window to the kitchen. Glass-paneled cabinetry behind the bar provides a clear view of the available liquors, the many colors reflecting the soft light of glows tucked into strategic niches around the cavern.
The Snowasis is busy tonight with many of Glacier's riders manning the card tables towards the back of the bar. Jo arrives and makes a beeline for them, slapping a few on the back as she passes them by and slipping them a few words. She doesn't look to be sitting down at any one particular card table, either, collecting up a couple of mugs before turning and heading in Tayte's general direction. It's her that draws her over, recognizing her with a flicker in her dark gaze. Once arriving at her table, "Long time, Tayte," she greets, setting the mugs down before dropping into the seat opposite her without asking. She openly looks the other over before meeting her gaze once more and adds, "Well, look at ya." Yeah, she notices the baby bump. Maybe she has before, months ago, but only now comments on it. "More of me to look at," Tayte's answer comes as she lifts her eyes to find Jo's face, her middle through pinky fingers coming up to try to herd the runaway sauce from the edges of her lips before resorting to the napkin pulled from the tabletop. "It has been," A long time, "How are you, Jo? Keeping busy?" Clearly the blonde has been, at least in one way that had some consequences. "I recall ya bein' pregnant last time, too," Jo states, settling back in the chair with a lift and fall of her shoulders. "Who's the pa? I know him?" As for her, there's a slight incline of her head towards the blonde before she answers with an easy, "Busy keepin' in the shadows. Makes my life all the more simpler that way. Too many folks still wanna hang over my shoulders and breathe sympathies in my ear cuz of Z. Other than that, though...." and another shrug is given. "I'd imagine yer life is far more interestin' than mine, right now," she notes with a pointed nod towards the woman's belly. "Mm, no. Wasn't then. In the bathes." That time, in between times that she was. Tayte answers, and there's a furrow of her brow. "Of him, surely. But I think you said you only met him once. Same as the last time. Only this one is going better." What with her still being with child. "Been taking things easy, mostly. Trying to give this one," A hand settles lightly atop the curve, "-its best shot at making it into this world. The healers are watchful, but optimistic." She tilts her head, regarding the brunette, "Should people still be breathing sympathies in your ear? Are you sure these people aren't just trying to get close enough to whisper sweet nothings?" Because that always goes so well. The blonde can't help a smile. "Same guy, huh?" Jo muses as she lingers on her drink, the thought of it bringing a little crooked grin to her lips. "Ya must feel somethin' strong for him, bein' willin' to try again like that. He must be all for it, too." A pointed look is given, but she's not asking for confirmation. The question Tayte puts to her on sympathies has her snorting softly with that rakish grin settling on her lips as she leans back more comfortably. "Dunno," she answers the first one with a slight shrug. "He was Weyrleader. Guess that matters to some. And, as far as I know, they ain' whisperin' any sweet nothin's here. Gotta be caught for that. How's it goin', workin' here?" "It wasn't so much try as... just sort of happened." Tayte answers with a shrug and smile. "I'm happy enough about it now." Now that the baby is still with her at this late stage. "He wasn't wanting to try, but now that it's happened... Well, I suppose he's happy enough about it now. He stares at my stomach enough," There's a little roll of her eyes for this before she reaches for another wing and then nudges the basket toward Jo, offering. "He was, but I don't expect people are whispering those sympathies because he was your Weyrleader." A single arch of her brow makes the observation that much more pointed. "Things are good working here. Though I'm down to only two shifts a seven until I get a little closer, then I'll have to take a break for a time, depending on on how things go." "Ya think this would be his first one?" Jo asks about the father in the first. "If he's starin' at yer belly so much. I can' even think about gettin' knocked up, darlin', myself. The whole thought of it...." Well. She shakes her head to it, and shakes her head towards the basket being offered. "if it makes ya happy, though," she adds in Tayte's case, inclining her head in her direction. She merely snorts on the account of observations and former Weyrleaders, but comments on the next. "Ya'll stick around this time, eh?" she notes, the last time of her leaving. "I'm sure ya won' have to go to lengths this time. How long do ya think'll be out?" "I'm sure it's not." Tayte answers matter-of-factly, then in a tone that relents in focusing on fact to allowing a little emotion to exist, "Though, I think this is probably the first he's been around for. And maybe even more than around for, invited to participate in." The phrase is enunciated carefully. "Having babies isn't for everyone," The blonde shrugs her shoulders, no condemning judgment for Jo's feelings on the matter, "But it does make me happy. Though, don't expect me to be like one of those Hold women that goes popping out babies every turn or two. This might be it for me, if the healer's tea will finally cooperate with me. Vali's excited about it. She likes having a little sister with K'del's Iska, and the way her eyes get big when we talk about how the baby is in there is pretty priceless." There's a quietly fond smile for the memory. "Mm, maybe two months. It depends on the birth, as I remember it. If it goes well, might be a little shorter, if not..." Well. She won't think about if not. There's just a shake of her head. "Discovered many more places on your map?" The topic change may be obvious, but there's sincere interest in the question, if not a burning desire to know. "H'vier, finally caught?" Jo teases warmly with a slight roll of her shoulders. "Wonders never cease. Maybe this will be the thing to keep'em close. I agree on havin' babies not bein' for everyone. Ya still have Vali around K'del? Ya still talkin' to him?" How does H'vier feel about that, is not asked, but, it probably doesn't need to be with the look on her face. She nods on the length of her time being away from work, that dark turn on the topic having her wisely not adding to it and allowing Tayte to change the subject at will. "Not much more," she answers with a huff of air. "Been stickin' to the old stompin' grounds. Sometimes work doesn' lend much time to explorin'. I miss my beach. Need to get back there down south sometime. Even to the one Shani told me about. Guess ya won' be travelin' much yerself till the baby comes." "For the moment. I admit I keep waiting for him to lose interest or get mad and go whoring," Like the last time. Tayte's words are offered simply before she's biting into a wing. In between bites, there's more answers for Jo. "K'del's still Vali's father, he's still my family, even if..." But she doesn't finish that thought, simply shrugging. The unasked question is either unrealized or ignored. Another bite of the wing busies her mouth for the moment. "Mmm, beaches." The blonde is wistful. "I haven't travelled since I found out." She doesn't elaborate on the reasons, but they're easy enough to guess. "Once the baby comes, and I get my beach body back, I am going to spend a month on some beautiful, isolated sandy spot where winter chill will not stand a chance. Can't you make some time for yourself with all your work? To go to the beach? All work and no play might make Jo a dull girl." There's a gentle tease to the woman's words and a playful smile for the brunette. "Like most bronzeriders, ya mean?" Jo snorts to that softly in understanding. "Well, it is H'vier, but I've learned some of these bronzeriders can surprise ya. Ya really like him like that, though?" Curiosity, really. She's curious. She nods on K'del, seeming to understand that, too. "Yeah," she says. "I get it. And, ya should make H'vier take ya to some beaches. I'm sure he would know some himself. Get some sun in that skin. Ya still got apprentices? Ya still got yer connects?" Assuming, she is, that Tayte has connections since she's a vintner. Her questions for her on time spent free gets a casual shrug from her before she says loftily, "Oh, I get my time in, darlin'. I wouldn' worry yer pretty head about that. Can' remember a day when I was considered dull. Beach, maybe not, but I get what I can. Ya know me. Bar brawls are still very much in." She could be joking, naturally. Or not. Bar brawls get an amused smile from the blonde, but no comment. "It does sound like the same old song and dance, doesn't it?" Tayte answers the question with a question, her tone wry. The noise she makes to answer liking H'vier as he is is sort of an amused snort, "What can I say. I have eccentric tastes in my lovers." She sighs as she sets a bone down on the side of the basket, "What's life without a little bit of drama." She says the words, but she doesn't sound as wholly committed to them as she probably should for being round with the man's child. "No apprentices. Not since the Weyrvintner arrived," Not long ago, "-and I took a hiatus from the Hall to give the pregnancy a better chance. But I'll always have my connections." Never fear! There will always be good booze. "Ya do at that," and Jo lifts her mug in a toast on Tayte's eccentric tastes. "Think I do, too, though. That's good 'bout those connections, too. Just might need'em sometime. My booze collection might be dryin' up soon." For whatever reason. She doesn't seem to be giving it at this point. Straightening up then with mug in hand, "Anyway, darlin', I better head on out," she gives, both arms coming up in a languid stretch. "I'll catcha around, right? I'll getcha somethin' when ya pop," she nods towards Tayte's belly in emphasis. "Hope things go better this time around for ya, Tayte." There's sincerity enough in her tone as she gets to her feet, the easy grace in motion and tone showing a general fondness for the vintner. "Oh?" Tayte's raised brow displays her interest in Jo's potential need for her connection, but even if there's no answer, there's no press for more, just curiosity. "I'm sure. I'm not going anywhere for at least another month if not more." Her hand stops at her napkin before touching lightly to the top of the curve that shows just above table's edge. Her reason is obvious. "As long as whatever you get me is sweet enough to savor and goes down smooth," Alcohol, please. There's a wistful sigh as her eyes go to Jo's mug. Not that Pernese women aren't permitted to drink during pregnancy, but in moderation, and with Tayte's history, it's easy to guess that she's one of the exceptions in the 'not at all' category. "So far so good," for things going better for her. The accompanying smile is restrained, but can anyone blame her for allowing herself only to be cautiously optimistic? At least it's optimistic, after all. "Clear skies, Jo," she offers by way of her own farewell. |
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