Logs:Jo Invades
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| RL Date: 5 September, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, Jo |
| Type: Log |
| What: Jo decides to Visit Ed's weyr, the awkward only continues from there. |
| Where: Mad Smithcrafter's Den Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: 19D 9M 38T I10, autumn night |
| Mentions: Alida/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, R'hin/Mentions, Irianke/Mentions, N'rek/Mentions, Faryn/Mentions, T'mic/Mentions, Keysi/Mentions, Laine/Mentions, Z'kiel/Mentions, Yesia/Mentions, H'vier/Mentions, Lilah/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Feel free to add or change anything I might have missed. |
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---< Mad Smithcrafter's Den Weyr, High Reaches Weyr(#2003R) >---------------<
There's ample room in both the couch area and the rider's living area for
visitors to stretch out, a white chalked line and improvised patchwork
curtain in rich tones is all that separates the two. Around the walls,
working areas have been carved to make several spacious stone countertops
with shelves and tool hooks hung above. The shelves are filled with
various items, tools for scribe work, jars of spices for cooking, there's
even a set of shelves all but overflowing with books and notebooks. One of
these counters contains a utilitarian sink, a neat square with a pump
attached to it and copper tubing disappearing up into the ceiling and out
along the base of the wall to the ledge outside. Should one follow the
tubing out, a metal cistern tucked into a niche above the weyr's entrance
would be found, its purpose to gather rain water to supply the sink. The
bottom pipe discreetly pokes out over the back edge of the ledge for
drainage onto the Bowl wall.
The bed in this weyr hangs from the ceiling by a set of chains bolted
securely into the rock and can be lowered to the floor for sleeping, or
raised up out of the way for entertaining. Likewise, almost all of the
furniture, table, chairs, desk can be pulled out of a wall for use or
folded up into a niche or nook to make room. An overstuffed couch in a
terrible color has been draped with numerous quilts, preserving comfort
and aesthetic sensibility. With a low table in front and two on the sides
that, much like everything else in the weyr, can be folded away when not
in use. The ceiling has had other things bolted there too, numerous liquor
and wine bottles adapted as glowbaskets hang in various shapes and colors.
The hearth is a large affair with an actual oven carved into one of its
walls and a metal grill that can be pulled out over the flame for cooking.
This weyr was probably home to some mad former smithcraft apprentice who
had too much time on his/her hands during an Interval.
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Edyis F 21 5'4" athletic, brown hair, brown eyes 0s
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Ledge
>-----------------------------------------< 19D 9M 38T I10, autumn night >---< The great metal door that hangs on Akluseth's ledge has been left open slightly, as though someone just pushed through recently. From the ledge, firelight glowing from within can be seen. Akluseth is elsewhere, his straps tossed on his couch, and a peek inside the door would reveal riding gear and clothing strewn in a trail across the floor in the firelight though little to no sign of either occupant from that vantage. Tacuseth's landing on the ledge is a sudden one without fanfare. It's only after that the blue sends Akluseth a greeting of lightened shadows and the familiar joy of friends while Jo dismounts and heads towards the inner weyr without even an announcement. She's coming to invade. Perhaps Edyis will be decently dressed, for her sake. "Hey Ed! I'm visitin'!" What are friends for but to butt into your home! Decent, is a matter of perspective. It's probably the last thing Edyis expects really, to be caught in those infamous blue flannel draw-string sleep pants and undershirt, the ones that have fluffy sheep painted all over. She's stirring something over the fire, where a few pots are filled with things that smell rather edible. Dark eyes lift and brows draw together as the bluerider invades. "Begone she-demon, I don't feed strays." It might be more embarrassment and humor than actual bite, since the lid is replaced on the pot, and Edyis is picking up the trail of clothing she's left in her haste, setting the world to order. "Really?" Jo eyes those pants as she walks on in, staring like a hawk. "Is this what ya wear for Rek? Yer gonna feed me?" She's probably hard of hearing since she's heading over to see what's in those pots. "Don' tell me yer makin' meals for him too, now," she continues her tease as she looks for somewhere to sit. It's clear she's in a playful mood - a good mood - and she's probably here to cause all manner of debauchery and trouble. "I don't wear anything at all for Rek, and I don't have time to cook when he's over." She starts to argue in mild irritation. Too late, she hears the words out loud and realizes precisely how they sound. Well, it is probably more innocent than it sounds, given the way she turns scarlet, she resumes the stirring the stewpot with the wooden spoon before suddenly brandishing it in Jo's direction; "And, speaking of N'rek, don't think for a second I've forgiven you yet." For what, she doesn't clarify. Granted, it's difficult to look menacing in sheep covered pajamas with a wooden spoon. Eventually she pulls down two mismatched bowls and equally mismatched mugs, filling each respectively making two trips to set them all on the table near the quilt lined couch. While they cool, she picks up the clothes strewn, hanging Akluseth's straps and her flight gear on the appropriate hooks. "Then it's disappointin' that I've come on one of those nights where he's not expected," Jo doesn't miss a beat as she walks around and checks out her things. Or cases the joint. It could be one and the same with her. When Edyis mentions something about forgiveness (or not being as is the case), she turns a look over her shoulder back at her with a slight frown. "What did I say?" since she can't recall, apparently, but she's quick to tack on, "'N really, ya should call us even. What with all ya shared 'bout Yesia. Whatever I said, I'm sure it was the truth." No shame. She's now near the table where those bowls and mugs are placed. "If he had been expected, I would have chased you off with a broom." Edyis notes a little wry, probably knowing better than to try to stop Jo from looking around. Most of the things about are more sentimental than expensive. As she sinks into the couch, "You happened to announce that we slept together." Ed notes, grabbing a bowl with an expression that might suggest, she felt incredibly shitty about it. "Even would have been teasing about the fact that I like him more than I should. I don't care if you tease me, but that could have been hurtful. To him." "Brooms don' work," Jo dismisses that option like tossed rotten fruit. "Been there, done that." She studies the wooden chessboard with interest, continuing in her quest to check out Ed's stuff. When it's brought up that she had announced their hook-up, "But Rek knew that already," she notes, looking her where she is. "Rek wouldn've been hurt, trust." Turning more towards her as she looks over a box on the shelf, "Anyway, if I knew he was that sensitive about such things, I wouldn've told him," is her Jo Logic. "He's my friend, too. All the shit he's teased me on 'bout folks I've been with or fallen for would've made yer hair turn red like yer cheeks. He ain' that innocent." "Does anything?" Edyis speculates, her irritation at having her personal space invaded subsiding slightly as she spoons stew into her mouth. "Maybe not," She scrunches her nose, at the idea of the brownrider being particularly sensitive, "Still, I felt shity about it though." It's evident she doesn't want to follow that particular train of thought to its conclusion. "You know him better than I do." Is what she chooses to say instead between bites. "I probably deserved it." She admits at least, willing to concede that point to the bluerider. "Put a baby in here'n ya'll see me gone in seconds flat," Jo lets her know with a look. "I dunno what to do with those things. A puppy or kitten, though, I'll stick around like a stray for those. Stop feelin' shitty, Ed," she goes in, dropping to a seat at the table and picking up the other bowl. "It's nothin' to feel shitty 'bout. We enjoyed it, didn' we? Are ya really upset about Rek? What did he say?" And now she digs into her food once having settled. "You have a twisted sense of humor you know that?" Edyis returns at that look, "Don't worry, with drills and everything else, I am between too often for anything to stick. Isn't it a little mean to wish something like that on a friend?" Despite the fact that the idea is an unsettling one, food and the fire seem to have lulled Edyis into less agitated spirits. Enough that Jo's comment on enjoyment earns a twist of the corner of Edyis's mouth. "I did, yes." She admits, and to the second? "No, I guess I'm not." Jo is on a roll! " He said exclusivity is pointless in our situation." She paraphrases, with a deep breath out, glossing over anything else the brownrider might have said. "Just tired tonight I guess, thought I'd have the place to myself for a change. Sorry for being snappish. There has been a lot to process lately, and always, always, more questions than I can find answers for." "Gettin' knocked up is twisted?" Jo counters on point, starting in on her purloined meal. "I didn' wish anythin'. Just sayin'. I can't even imagine myself a mother. Any kid of mine would be shit outta luck from the start." She snorts to Ed's answers though, her look still quite pointed even though she doesn't counter any of them this time. On N'rek, however, "It's true," she seems to agree with him on exclusivity between them - as if their relationship is her business while she spoons food into her mouth. "He lives all the way in Telgar. What if ya needed to get off, like, now?" Because that happens, according to her. Ed's last though, has her slowing down on the grubbing, frowning a bit without looking apologetic as she asks, "Like what? What's goin' on with ya?" for she assumes it is something personal. "I don't even want to acknowledge the possibility right now thank you very much." Edyis states of being pregnant. "It's not that I don't like kids, but with Akluseth and duties - I can't imagine attempting it." She is still getting that pointed look and it's making her give jo a very odd look in return. "You aren't... are you?" Because this baby talk has to be coming from somewhere right? Of getting off, the smile that curls is slow growing, "As yet he's never failed to come." Still when asked of what is on her mind her brows draw together. "K'del for one, I saw him a few days ago. Looked like the bad side of awful." She bites her lip, "It is frustrating, feeling like there is nothing you can do. Nothing you are meant to do." There's a pause, as she touches on the things she's unwilling to admit. "Maybe we just need more time to settle." Her eyes going out to the ledge where Akluseth lands with a rumble of greeting for his blue buddy. "Why would I be knocked up?" Jo snickers on that one before the food in her bowl gets her attention briefly."I've been fuckin' mainly women these days. 'Course Rek hasn'." Failed to come, that is. She reaches for her cup as she sets the bowl down now, taking a drink as she listens to the rest on troubles and frustrations. "He say anythin'?" she asks with an open look of concern, perhaps a little exaggerated. "Anythin' 'bout how he got that way, that is?" She nods on the rest though as she drinks before then adding, "Shit happens, love. I would know. He's gonna come back stronger. ya'll see. Gonna have a sexy scar'n everythin'." Tacuseth sends his own greeting as he settles, his shadows both cheery and calm despite the kind of talk inside. On being knocked up, Jo's preference of women, and even Rek, It would seem the former scribe hasn't got much else to say, though the last does draw a curious look from her. "No, it happened in your old stomping grounds though, which makes me wonder -- you'd probably have better luck looking into it than I would." Edyis admits a little rueful. "Remind me some day to grow the balls to ask R'hin why he didn't want me in Savannah. At least there I'd have something active to keep my focus on, something helpful." There's a smile at mention of the scar, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes. "It is awful, watching a loved one like that Jo, I know all too well what his kids are feeling. Not knowing if they will recover, K'del's strong, but it was too close, and he doesn't have the first clue as to why either." Not one bit reacting to it happening on Greenfields, "Lots of unrest o'er there of late," Jo comments as if this has been going on for a while before K'del. "Sucks to be a kid there, havin' to be in the middle of it all. Thinkin' of sendin' them a gift to help take the edge off. What happened to K'del ain' their fault, anyway." Head tilting a bit at Edyis on R'hin talk, "Ya should ask," she notes to her with another drink. "He's pretty honest with his shit. Yer not likin' Snowdrift so far?" Of course, she seems to have little to say on K'del's incident and injury, choosing then to reclaim the bowl and to take up food shoveling once again. Then, shaking her head, "He'll recover, darlin'. Man's resilient. His dragon is, too since he managed to get back in time to fly Niahvth." "Think maybe it was just someone going off the deep end?" She wonders, "I hope they still look after folks after this. It'd be awful if a bunch of people ended up suffering over that." There's a soft exhale and a nod, "I'm sure they'd appreciate it." Of it being anyone's fault she frowns, "Too much death. Maybe -- this place really is cursed." The idea of R'hin being straightforward is enough to draw dark eyes fully on the bluerider. "We are talking about the same R'hin right? The man who prides himself on knowing everything and revealing nothing at the same time?" But of K'del she nods, "It's not that as much as the fact that it happened at all. How the fuck is a weyr supposed to hold any respect if everybody in charge keeps trying to accidentally off themselves." "Who knows," Jo is vague, which, added with her shaking her head as if at the injustice of it all, it could be seen as this being a tough subject for her to talk about other than anything else. "Greenfields'll survive, though. K'del will survive. There's folks lookin' into it, I'm sure. The Lord Holders there, especially." Saying much and yet revealing little. She gives a soft snort on R'hin, though there's a sort of fondness that could be felt in the gesture as she empties her bowl and responds back with, "Sayin' it like that makes him sound like me. I think he's just careful. Maybe." Maybe. But that last draws silence from the convict rider, the woman shaking her head again as if such things are part of the injustices of Pern. There are no words, but there's drink. Her fingers twitch around the spoon, "Truth enough." She tilts her head looking at Jo, "I think you two probably have more in common than just that alone." She shakes her head then. "I don't know anymore, I don't know anything anymore. It drives me nuts. When things are calm it's easy to just be happy, but then shit like this go down and I feel restless again." Her lips purse and then relax. "I hate feeling useless Jo." Considering the first said, "We do," Jo is willing to admit with a grin, her gaze not entirely on Edyis. "He's a good man. Better than me. He goes about things differently. Like I do. The fun's in drivin' folks crazy with it," and her gaze comes into focus on her. "Ya should try to ask him, though," she suggests, setting her bowl aside. "'N if ya wanna help K'del, help keep this Weyr from burnin' down in his absence. Or maybe help Savannah look into what happened. If that's what yer aim would be. But, I imagine," she notes as she drinks, "that if whoever did it wouldn' be dumb enough to stick around, ya know? It's my guess, anyway. I'm leavin' all the investigatin' to those that have more knack for it than me. I just happen to know the hold, is all. Ya didn' answer 'bout Snowdrift." She misses little. "He is." A good man. "One of the best." She is willing to add even. "I started to, a couple times. But every time, I wondered if he would tell me the truth, and more than that, I wondered if I could accept it if he did. I've fucked up so many of things in my life, and I don't exactly take criticism very well." She shakes her head at mention of Savannah, "They have it well in hand without me, they don't need my help." She admits. "It's not the how or who that bothers me. It's the why." On Snowdrift she is quiet. "They wanted us." She answers, "The rest, is too early to tell." "If he can smell that ya can't handle the truth," Jo idly notes, draining her cup, "then he likely won' tell ya, darlin'." There's concern there, a touch of it on her face for Ed's lack of confidence, but Jo's not one to point out other's traits. At least not her friends. As for the whys of a situations, there's a shrug given along with a blithe, "Unrest in a place," which is probably reiterated. "Things like this sometimes happen. Folks get scared. Angry. Leaders are just leaders to them, no matter if it's someone they're beholden to. I think it was a matter of 'wrong place-wrong time', personally. It could've happened to any of those with him." Pause. "Snowdrift's a good wing," she states, watching Edyis now. "Not loud or off-the-cuff like some of the others. Stable. Might be what ya need for now." "I just don't want to lose everything because I was too greedy to let go of anything, you know?" Studying Jo then with those ink-dark eyes, falling quiet to listen. Quiet in her agreement of unrest, and she seems to deeply consider Jo's take on that scenario. "Maybe." She acknowledges when Snowdrift is mentioned. "Akluseth loves it." Edyis even admits, setting her empty bowl aside and claiming her mug between both hands. "They wanted us. That is enough." Shaking her head, "Ya gotta take a gamble sometimes, girl," Jo says, leaning a bit forward as she looks Edyis in the face. Like they're gossiping over boys. "It always amazes me how many of ya fear to jump off the cliff'n take a chance. Even if it ends up blowin' up in yer face. I'd rather have that than regret." She holds her cup out for a refill as she speaks on Snowdrift with a single nod, "Should be more than that, but, that'll work. For now. 'N Akluseth is happy, as ya say. Doesn' account for you." But she still wants her refill. "I gambled, I lost." She stops though reaching over for the offered mug, Akluseth pushes the great door the rest of the way open then, flopping bonelessly onto his couch, apparently the invitation open for Tacuseth to stretch out too. "I gained too." She laughs, though the admission grudgingly made. "The fear, that's the hardest part to overcome Jo." Refilling those mugs then. "It's been what, a few months? Hardly enough time to sink in and feel like Snowdrift might be home." She returns mugs in hand, and exhales softly holding Jo's out to her. "I will try to talk to him again." Tacuseth watches the brown, only settling down once Akluseth does on his couch. His wings stay at alert, watching the skies like a touch sentinel, his eyes whirling with the colors of calm. "Fear makes me push more," Jo relates, watching as Edyis goes to get them refills. "I'm my father's daughter. He always told us to push right through it, y'know. I probably need to go over there'n see my brother soon." She does nod as if conceding on the length of time Edyis has been with her wing, though the bluerider says behind it, "It's either gonna feel like home when yer with them or it's not." Taking her mug with a nod of thanks, she grins on hearing Edyis say she'll talk to R'hin and again and segues into, "Ya heard from Keysi? Others?" referring to her clutchmates as she takes a drink. "You mentioned you'd run across him." She notes of Jo's brother. And of the wing, she nods. "I know, I mean to give this a fair shake though. It's the least I can do, and I do mean the very least." Murmuring softly. Talk of her clutchmates is easier. "Keysi's pretty worked up over K'del, Faryn's been crashing here some while her and T'mic are on the outs, Yesia, well you've probably talked to her more than I have. I haven't had a chance to catch Laine, and Z'kiel's doing ... well he's murdering tunnel snakes with enthusiasm." She notes of the igenite with a furrow of her brow. "So something's probably a little off since he isn't usually quite that intense. Well, at least not around me." "Yeah, Jolan," Jo nods as she shifts herself more comfortably in the chair. "Been awhile. I should pro'bly check up on him. Keysi--?" That seems to get her attention, the convict rider looking to Edyis to explain that one. Even more so, hearing about Faryn and T'mic has a brow raising even further in askance, but she does give a soft snort on Yesia before she says, "Well. she's....givin' me 'nother chance. I bought her a dress. Bet she looks hot in it, but I'm tryin' to be 'gentle'," like Edyis had advised, she doesn't need to say. "Met yer Z'kiel," she adds more easily with a nod. "Interestin' young man. Lookin' to talk further with him in the future. Intense," and she seems to be tasting that word and deeming it worthy. "Yeah. That's what I got from him. Intense. My father would love him." "She's the sort of person who cares a lot more than she lets on, takes things personal when something happens to people she cares about." Edyis says of Keysi, exhaling softly then. The concern turns wry as Yesia is mentioned, "Might do you some good." She seems to decide with a laugh. Talk of the Igenite has her laughing, "Your father must have been a rather interesting man." "I only met her the one'n it was brief at that," Jo says on Keysi. "Now that she's in Savannah, I might check on her, too. She's awfully stoic for one so young, I notice." There's a look for Ed's comment on Yesia, but it doesn't remain there long since the cup and it's journey towards her mouth gets her attention. There's a grunt thrown in for good measure, and the laughter that she takes up on her father after she drinks is a hollow one. "Yeah," she says, wiping a hand across her mouth as she sits back. "He is. Reckon he'd like Z'kiel until he finds out he doesn' drink. He won' get onboard with that." Edyis mms, then sinking into the couch. "He sounds like a real asshole." Jo's father, not Z'kiel if that wasn't obvious. "Seems like there are few enough good fathers in the world, and the rest tend to fall somewhere between terrible and uninterested. It is a wonder anybody is sane." She glances over at Jo then. "What have you been getting into these days?" Grinning a bit self-consciously, "Now ya see where I get it from," is all Jo says on her father's front, amused with Edyis's observations. "How 'bout yers? Ya never talk 'bout where ya came from much." As for what she's been getting up to, there's a pause in that as she delivers a half-shrug in response, long before a verbal one follows along. "Oh, ya know," she's blase about it, her tone non-chalant. "Wing stuff. Thinkin' of checkin' out Iceberg'n Savannah's drills'n see how they do things. Since their wingleaders're askin' me to consider transferrin'. Tryin' to train Mime usin' whistles. I think Pyrite's ready to pop soon, but he's not lettin' Tac'n I on his secrets. Haven' used my fists in a while. Need to remedy that. I keep myself busy." Edyis chuckles, "Mm, except typically you aren't an asshole." She is quiet when asked about her father, looking into her mug. "He wasn't particularly interested in his daughters, we were raised with a certain set of expectations. He wanted to see Esvay attain the influence of some of the blooded holdings, and that consumed his focus and attention." She laughs a little, "I used to watch him and my brothers play chess, but he always refused to teach me. Wasn't something he thought I needed to learn." She shrugs then, "He loved us after a fashion, I think, but I'm not certain that he ever knew how to express what he felt. I wanted his attention so badly as a little girl, wanted him to be proud of me. I guess I will never know if he felt that way or not, my mother and Gretvyn both were the only ones who could read him." There's a curious uptick of her brow at mention of Savannah, and Iceberg. "You could be good in Savannah." She states thoughtfully. "Even if subtlety doesn't suit you." Something wry in her tone. Of Pyrite Edyis smiles, "Bet she's driving Alida positively nuts. I need to remember to grab a few bottles of that scented oil for the both of them." Jo counters, "I'm not an asshole to my friends." She listens on family then, regarding Edyis with interest as she plays idly with her mug. Through part of it, there's hitch up of one corner of her mouth before saying, "Girls were only good for handfastin' off in yer family? Yeah, I can see that. I think my father had the same sort of designs for me, as much as I was better at playin' guard than all of my brothers combined." Snorting and shaking her head, "Shit, I wanted his attention, too growin' up. Learned real fast that I had the wrong equipment below to make me any more relevant in his eyes. Have ya learned it since? Chess?" and she nods in the direction where she saw the board. "I see ya have it there," she even verbalizes. On wings - Savannah in particular - "Ahh. Maybe," as if she hasn't been considering it. "Spent my whole ridin' life in Glacier. Dunno if I wanna leave it just yet, but, I'm willin' to look at other options if they work with how my life is. I could work well with H'vier, too." Pause. "Scented oil?" She nods, on handfasting. "My elder sisters were married off by the time I turned six, had things happened differently it might have been the same. He was getting things in order, inquiries and the like." Edyis listens as Jo relates her own experiences with tenderness. "One of the first things I learned when I came here actually," Her attention drifting to the board. "That's his, the one from his study. Gretvyn gave it to me as a turnday gift." There's a nod for glacier, and wing talk. "Makes sense, though H'vier would probably require fucking or some equally asinine accommodation." She shrugs. There's a small smile and Ed is on her feet again, pulling a small bottle from one of the shelves. "Here, I use it in my hair, sometimes on pyrite when she decides that she wants to visit." Handing the bottle over after a pit stop to refill her mug. "Did'ja wanna handfast?" Jo asks her quick along the lines of her answer on family, a brow lifting at her. "Have a nice, quiet cothold of yer own? A husband that ya can likely control?" She looks like she's imagining Edyis in that scenario, her amusement growing. "He wouldn' be anythin' like Rek, I bet," she notes with a quirk of lips, and that comment on the bronzerider earns Edyis open laughter. "Aw come on, darlin'," she teases her now, leaning forward. "I mean, ya don' even think once ya wouldn'....with him? Just once?" H'vier, presumably. "He seems like he would know what he's doin' in the sack. Might not be a bad accommodation," but then, this is Jo. She leans forward to take the offered bottle, turning it this way and that as she studies it with a 'hmph' sound escaping. "Interestin'. This 'spose to make Pyrite smell nice or somethin'?" She doesn't have many girly things, apparently. "No." Is the honest answer, "At least, I didn't want to keep giving birth until it killed me. As I was back then, I would have been the one losing a voice." She shakes her head, laughing a little. "I wanted to go to Harper hall, not that it mattered." N'rek's name brings a smile unbidden, "No, but I have a hard time thinking that anybody's like Rek." A pleasant flush of color heating her cheeks with the thought. Of H'vier she snorts, "I only sleep with people who will still respect me after. H'vier wouldn't." Not that she's an expert. "No it makes my hair easier to manage, softer and shinier. It works equally well on hide. Though Akluseth prefers not to smell like a girl. Says it messes with his manly essence." She looks at Jo then. "Bet you'd look fucking gorgeous all dolled up. Alida would too." Watching that flush, "Ya got it bad, woman," Jo observes on the Telgari brownrider, hiding her smirk behind her mug. "Real bad. Dunno 'bout H'vier'n respect," she goes on to say after taking a quick drink and setting it down. "I can't really judge him. Seems like he really respected Lilah, the way I found him sometime back. I'm sure there's folks that say the same 'bout me." She looks Ed's hair over then from where she's sitting, snickering on hearing about Akluseth, but it's the last that gets a look from her and a little wrinkle of her nose. "If by 'dolled up' ya mean me in nothin' but my leather jacket'n a red ribbon around my tits." "I am not the only one." She states primly, flushing all the more. The observation on H'vier draws an even more curious look from the brownrider. A flash of loss at Lilah's name. "I forget sometimes he isn't always an ass." Those thick sable curls tumble loose, already freed from the braid Edyis usually keeps them in. Soft to the touch with a healthy sheen. "You stole that out of my playbook. And it's either the riding jacket or the ribbon. Both is excessive." A soft smirk quickly hidden behind her own mug. "Yers is mutual," Jo counters on not being the only one, faint amusement showing. She inclines her head briefly on the bronzerider as she finishes her drink, stating, "Folks forget asses like us do have a heart. Sometimes. It's just not accessible to everybody we come across." She regards that hair of Ed's, though, which has a huge contrast to her messy, damp-looking look that she sports. The last has her saying with a quirk of lips, "Mmhmm. I knew ya were freaky behind the curtains, Ed." There's a soft laugh, and yes, more blushing. "Is it that obvious?" She wonders glancing over at the border then. "Some people make it easier to remember than others." Her voice soft as she studies Jo's face in the firelight. "Hey, I have my kinks too, just like everybody else in this weyr. Honestly. It's amazing anyone gets anything other than fucking done around here." She delivers cheerily deadpan. "It's sickenly cute," Jo answers with one of her brazen smiles, shaking her head as she finally heaves herself out of the chair. "I'm goin' to make fun of Rek the next time I see him. I didn' think he would fall so. Don' get used to me havin' a heart, darlin'," she notes on that, stepping away from the table. "I do have a reputation to uphold. We need to go over some of those kinks of yers sometime. Girl's gotta run now that I've eaten up yer food and taken some of yer drink." One would think she had come for that very reason - to filch. Looking around the place, "Since yer allowin' strays up here," she notes now with hands on her hips, "think I'll be stoppin' by more often. Shit knows I've got nothin' in my weyr." Edyis can't help but smile. "Faryn said pretty much the same thing." Wrinkling her nose then. "Well, we did tease you for the sudden need to flee when all of that teasing over Yesia started up. Even Tacuseth outed you, so likely, It's only fair." So she might be a little bit amused by the idea. "You've got your maps, speaking of which, you mind giving me a closer look at some sometime?" Of strays? Edyis lifts a shoulder, "You are welcome almost any time. Heavens knows I've got the space for entertaining."
"Uh huh, just wait." Comes Edyis's hollow threat, its her comment on her blue that has Akuseth lifting a softly whirling eye. « Dude, does she always talk to you like that? » Ed is content to start cleaning up the meal. It is Jo's last however that earns a murderous glare in the bluerider's direction. "You will not." She states succinctly. "No one else is welcome during those times thank you very much. And if you do, so help me.... when you least expect it Jo." « It's how she shows that she loves me, » Tacuseth is content to answer, seeming unconcerned at any remark make on his blue hide by his rider. « I always remember to return the favor another time. » "I've never done shit like that," Jo counters that hollow threat with a hitched-up, playful shoulder. She doesn't seem all that intimidated by Ed's glare, either, turning enough to peer at her with that open smile and a wry, "Yer welcome to stop by when I'm humpin'," she gives her the long-suffering permission with a sigh. "I'm only gonna ask ya to join anyway." Jo doesn't care. "But I'll try not to come by when yer...busy," and yes, there's air quotes before she pivots back on her walk out towards the ledge. « If you say so man. » Is Akluseth's seawind reply. Rather than say anything else Ed is just staring after the bluerider. Finally she sets back to doing the dishes with a sigh. Some things never changed. |
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Alida (01:35, 7 September 2015 (PDT)) said...
I enjoyed reading this...and, as always, enjoy seeing these two interact. (Ilicaeth: « You oughta' hear how Alida shows she loves me... »).
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