Logs:Gather Girls
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| RL Date: 2 March, 2016 |
| Who: Farideh, Jo |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr, Ista Hold |
| Type: Log |
| What: Farideh and Jo go to a gather, but Farideh doesn't want to take Jo's advice. |
| Where: Ista Hold |
| When: Day 5, Month 3, Turn 40 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: K'del/Mentions, Dahlia/Mentions, Irianke/Mentions, Drex/Mentions, Mirinda/Mentions, N'rov/Mentions, Mielline/Mentions, Aishani/Mentions |
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| It's well into Ista's evening by the time their gather is in full swing. There's colorful tents everywhere of food and drink to be had since the sellers have long packed up for the night. The swept dancegrounds had the most attention naturally with the harpers playing a rousing song that got people moving. Jo is here, having invited Farideh out with a hand full of meatrolls and her flask being carried under one arm as they walk. She's already eaten much of her meal. "A good night for a gather," she comments aloud, passing a glance over towards the weyrwoman as she offers her a meatroll. Ventures out of the Weyr are far and few between these days, and farther afield than their coverage area or neighboring Weyrs even less. It is, however, a special occasion since it's the bluerider that Farideh has joined, wearing her gather best (an Igen-style dress in aqua and gold, and soft flats that barely peek out from beneath her dress hem). "It's always a good night for a gather in Ista. Unless it rains, I suppose. It's such a nice change from cold and dreary," she fusses, her eyes taking in the sights and her hands being occupied with sweet treats and wine. Jo's busy looking for a free table to dump their load and free their hands as she snickers at something Farideh says. "I would ask if ya come out here often, but," she lets that trail, perhaps in light of a free table being found and directing Farideh towards it. "'N, ya should have somethin' more than just sweets, Kitten," she has to note in eyeing the treats in hand. "'Least I now what sorts to gift ya with on yer turnday, or, just 'cause." She sets her food and flask down before sitting down herself. Relief marks the young brunettes face when they finally find a place to settle down. Relinquishing her items onto the table's top, Farideh sinks into the nearest chair and sighs a delighted sigh that radiates through her expression. "Sweets are my favorite part," is part pout. "I've always favored them, but now-- I don't know. I might favor the wine, more." Her eyes squint briefly in mockery of thought, and then she's grinning at the other woman. "You don't have to get me anything. How have things been? Since-- the hatching that we both had the fortune of being at." "Ya mean ya've never had someone just gift ya somethin' for bein' sweet, kind're hot - if yer sayin' I don't have to?" Jo words it the way she does, giving Farideh a look. "I will say 'bout Ista though," she adds idly as she flicks open her flask for a drink. "Their drinks here are worth the trip alone, everytime." Pause. "Things been good," she allows for an answer, nodding. "My life continues to evolve 'round wing duties, bar brawls'n borin' bedmates. Ya didn' seem all that...."the pause is deliberate for the insertion of any word, "...back in Fort. Ya know the weyrwomen'n N'rov well?" "Yes, they have, but it doesn't mean you should. Your company is all I need for a gift," Farideh says, dazzling smile and all, before she starts to tear into her treats with vigor. "Is Mielline still being good to you? Does K'del continue to impress," note the dryness, "as everlasting weyrleader? Is there anything interesting to report that I wouldn't hear otherwise?" Her look is innocent -- really! -- when she lifts her hazel eyes to Jo. "I know N'rov as well as-- well, I consider him a quasi-friend-and-acquaintance. We met here in Ista, actually. Before he knew who I was and before I knew who he was, and before we both had our respective knots that we now have. I enjoy him. He's funny, and a gentleman. Mirinda is equally as pleasant to deal with. Dahlia," and there's a pause. "I'm not sure how I feel about her. She originally wrote to me when she was a weyrling, wanting to be pen pals or something. K'del recommended it, and, well-- you know how I feel about K'del. I've been leery of her ever since, which may be an unfair prejudice," she admits! "I've heard she's come to call on our riders before, however, she's never introduced herself to me. I find that particularly-- bold?" And not the good kind of bold, apparently. "Mmhmm," is all Jo says on company, a touch playful in the end as she finsihes off a meatroll. "Mielline is good," she goes on to answer wryly now. "No nonsense'n I can appreciate that. As for our Weyrleader," and there's a pause with a look at the weyrwoman, "perhaps his days as Weyrleader'll be numbered. Perhaps he'll be Weyrleader'n outlived the whole lot of us. Damn dragons're unpredictable, darlin'. Nothin' interestin' to report on my end, anyway. Weyrlins' graduated. I'm rather surprised Snowdrift didn' collect this time, but, the wing is pretty full. The weyrlin' goldrider settlin' well in yer wing?" she asks now before there's a grin on talk of N'rov. "I met him back when 'Shani was alive," she admit, and it's hard to hide the bittersweetness from her voice. "Amazin' how things change, turns later." There's a marked silence to that that's tinged with restlesness before she nods on Dahlia. "Girl doesn' seem to have much in weyrwoman companions," she idly notes wryly. "Is it really bad to reach out to weyrwomen in other Weyrs? I reckon she'd still be open to shakin' on friendship. If ya think it's valuable." "That's good to hear." This is, presumably, about Mielline and the wing, and not K'del's tenure as weyrleader for the foreseeable future. "It's surprising, indeed. Mielline didn't have her eye on anyone? I'm more surprise since what happened to Frostbite. And the others, too." Farideh studies Jo thoughtfully and then shrugs in an absent-minded, dismissive sort of way. "Really? I can't imagine him as someone's-- boyfriend? Weyrmate? Whatever they were. He seems kind of--" But her nose wrinkles and she laughs, which is only sobered by the bluerider's further thoughts on the Fortian weyrwoman. "I don't know that I want to play politics with anyone who's already in K'del's pocket, or that has such bad manners," she says, unapologetically. "I don' know if she thought anyone would've been a good fit," Jo answers on Mielline with a slight shrug as she chews. "'Course, perhaps in time someone'll transfer in. It happens. The wing yer tapped isn' always the right fit. Glacier was'n still is for me." On Fort's Weyrleader, there's a wistful grin and she is slow to respond as if she's looking back on memories. Then, "He was good to 'Shani," she says a touch soberly. "They were good to each other. I kinda even envied'em. What they had, but it wasn' something' I ever admitted to her. Loyalty like that - even livin' in separate Weyrs - is hard to find." As for Dahlia, she shakes her head as chuckle comes up before she notes, "Or, ya can see it as an opportunity to mold a young'n likely malleable mind. Pockets can change, all the time. Just like weyrmates. Nothin' ever chiseled in stone, Kitten." "Already thinking of leaving Snowdrift and Mielline, so soon?" Farideh looks amused by that. "I didn't know him then, not when she-- well. He must hide his hurt well, or he heals quickly. I don't know what I would do if--" Her lips compress and her eyebrows furrow. "It was a pity to lose her like that." She releases a breath and leans back, considering the bluerider. "I'm not like Irianke or you. I don't see cards to hide or play when I see people. I wouldn't know what to do with her anyway. Invite her over for tea and cookies? Show her my weyr and all of my pretty, pretty dresses?" No, she doesn't look half as amused about that as she was about Jo's mention of Glacier. "Nah, not much of a point goin' backwards," is Jo's answer on returning to Glacier. "As for N'rov, well....it's true what they say 'bout time healin'. It used to hurt to think of her, but now..." Now there's a half-hearted shrug, not executed completely. "'Sides, who's to say that he's not still mournin'? He never came off to me as the sort to show his feelins' to those not close to him. It ain' somethin' a man's gonna admit." Finishing the last of her rolls with a drink from her flask while Farideh talks of weyrwomen relations before the wingsecond says, "Ya ain' gotta be like Irianke'n me. Ain' nothin' wrong with bein' on a familiar basis with the girl's all I'm sayin'. Tea'n cookies wouldn' be a bad thing. If it was me, I'd prefer talk over whiskey'n a few dart games at the Snow." "Time heals wounds, but-- that's an awfully big wound to heal. I read in the records it was in turn thirty-six, right? That is four turns. Four turns doesn't seem like a lot, but perhaps you're right. Perhaps he just doesn't show his feelings. I would be a mess, four turns later," Farideh replies, eyes flicking back and forth, as they mark gather-goers who pass by their table. "There's everything wrong with being on familiar basis with the girl if I don't want to. Do I have every goldrider's friend painted on my forehead? No-- I like our goldriders and that's good enough. So, while I appreciate your council, I will politely decline that advice. Besides, like I said, she's on speaking terms with K'del. I'm sure he would love to be the one hosting the tea and cookies party for her, instead." Stubborn. "Speakin' as someone who's had nothin' but losses in her life," Jo states quietly as she studies the weyrwoman, "I ain' one to that likes to be pitied. So, whether it's really healed or not, ya shove it down where nobody can see." Farideh's stubborness on the latter does earn her an amused grin from the bluerider as she looks her up and down and shakes her head. "No," she answers on something Farideh says. "Ya have I'm hot when I'm stubborn as fuck painted there instead." "Do they? Pity you, I mean." Head tilted on her neck, Farideh continues to consider the other woman, with an open inquisitiveness; it's not pity at least. "I can't think anyone would, if not for fear that they'd get punched or otherwise." She stifles a giggle at that, and contemplatively strokes the bottom of her wine goblet with her fingertips. "Did you suggest it just so I would refuse?" she asks, sidelong look and all. With a thin grin, "I don' show much of anythin' to begin with, Kitten," Jo answers on pity as she takes a drink. "It shouldn' much surprise ya 'bout me." As for all things refusal and otherwise, the wingsecond grin something that is both seductive and humorous before she answers on that last, "I'll admit that's part of the truth. I like gettin' ya all riled up. The other part is my generous advice, though. As a 'rider." "No." Simple agreement and the graceful curve of a smile follow. "I already knew that. I think you must dream about it. How, oh how, can I make Farideh angry today?" Farideh scrunches her nose up at the bluerider, and then rolls her eyes. "Generous. Unwanted. Can you tell the difference? Come, let's dance," but she's already reaching for Jo's wrist and standing. "Makin' ya angry ain' what I usually have in mind," is all Jo states on dreaming as she lets her wrist be claimed. Standing up as she conceals the flask, "'N here I thought I was goin' to be the one to offer," she drawls that out on dancing, seeming to be content in letting Farideh lead. "Can't much promise that I won' behave, though." Not this time, evidently. "Fair warnin', Kitten." "When do you ever?" is tossed back to the taller woman as Farideh leads the way from their seats, and treats, out towards the dancing milling and twirling in the dance square. It's a lively song that the harpers have chosen this set, and it takes the goldrider a moment -- of staring around to get her bearings -- before she leads into the quintessential steps. "I always find it odd that you enjoy things like this." Trailing behind Farideh looking like she's in good humor, "I think ya enjoy me rilin' ya up," Jo goes on to say lightly. "Admit it, Kitten. Though, ya don' blow up at me anymore like ya used to. It's almost as if ya've gotten used to me now." The notion alone, she makes it sound shocking. She's not too smooth on the steps, but for the most part she seems to be trying to hide that fact. To her last, "I enjoy free food, the free excuse to grope someone durin' a dance'n easy seduction opportunities." She doesn't even sound apologetic. "What's not to like 'bout gathers?" "If I admit it, I'm part of the problem," Farideh muses, cutting Jo a look between fluid movements, but her careful composure crumbles beneath the last. Her lip wobbles and her bites it, only to give into laughter moments later. "Truly? It's about the groping?" Indulging herself a bit longer, her giggles lift above the instruments and song. "I used to love going to gathers to see the people, when I was younger," when she manages some soberness. |
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