Logs:Living Life
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| RL Date: 15 June, 2015 |
| Who: Jo, Edyis |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Jo, as a mentor (or a Corrupter. Take your pick). It's talk of the future while dragon washing. |
| Where: Hot Springs, High Reaches Area |
| When: Day 3, Month 1, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: K'del/Mentions, R'hin/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Language. |
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Hot Springs, High Reaches Area Even further north than the Weyr itself, a short flight between crags and over crevasses that even a wing-scarred veteran of Fall might undertake, a cluster of clearings lies low in the shelter of hardy trees and ancient stone. The outer two clearings might have been lost to more stubbly trees Turns ago, if it weren't for the centre-most: a natural pool of warm, softly bubbling water several dragonlengths across, with enough space for perhaps a half-dozen people and their lifemates. Though the air is cold all Turn round, and snowdrifts frequently whiten the ground, the geothermal activity heats the mineral-scented water to such a consistently comfortable heat that it becomes a refuge for those who don't wish to travel further afield to wash their dragons. Of the clearings that abut the spring, the nearest is only a few steps away, though it's small enough that only a few dragons can lounge at once. A steep trail descends to its substantially larger neighbor, a gravel-strewn crescent with enough space to spread out and enjoy the crisp air and the mountain range's admittedly spectacular views. The weather being what it is and weyrlings still not cleared for between, the best option for winter bathing still seems to be the hotsprings. Or at least that is what one Weyrling seems to think. Akluseth is stretched out lazily in the water rumbling contentedly as his lifemate scrubs at his hide. Edyis for her part seems more relaxed, though there is a tell tale bottle nearby which might give a cause. A shadow passes, giving warning to Tacuseth's arrival as he lands some paces away from where the hot springs are. It's moments before Jo arrives in her black leathers, slowing to unloose her feet from her boots before approaching the water and finding Edyis. Pausing there as she works the leather jacket from her shoulders, "Rough day?" is her low greeting, studying the weyrling before she turns her gaze on the bottle near her. The jacket gets peeled off and tossed over a bench before she starts in on her pants. Already Tacuseth is diving gently into the warm waters with a greeting towards Akluseth. "No, just a standard one. I just always look beat to hell these days." Edyis quips over a shoulder, finishing up the underside of Akluseth's wing. The Brown rumbles a greeting to the blue, opening one eye half way to peer at the new arrivals. "Shadowing has been interesting." Stripped down into a something close to a bikini before slipping gratefully into the water, "There's ways to make yerself look less so," Jo notes as she does so, sinking under the water for only a few seconds before surfacing and smoothing her hair back. "Care to share?" Her gaze is on the bottle, but her tone seems to also suggest whatever's on her mind, too. Once she was settled, she turns to her blue with those nearby washing tools. On hearing about shadowing, "Who're ya followin'?" she asks now, the muscles in her back working as she begins washing Tacuseth. Edyis shrugs, "Just having trouble sleeping." She doesn't elaborate further, focusing instead on making sure the last of the beast's limbs are clean before he slinks off into deeper waters. "I think Icicle, Akluseth likes the tricks but I can't really imagine fitting anywhere." A brow lifting as Jo looks over her shoulder at her, "Just," is the one word she echoes, her look pointed. She pauses for a moment before she lets a slow and deliberate smile stretch as she turns back to her task and says, "Oh, I see. Feelin' pretty sorry 'bout that lil' punch ya gave me. I can understand." It's clearly a tease, but she launches onto the other topic too with, "I don' really see ya in Icicle, personally. Ya haven' shadowed Savannah yet? Or Glacier? Even Taiga might not be so bad for ya, darlin'." Her brows draw together, though she chuckles. "Well, you made a point about control. So, you earned it. Besides I thought a girl like you enjoyed a challenge?" The brownrider quips, easily. "I'm not sure... Savannah." She pushes on instead, "Glacier, I don't know if I'd fit the mold." She admits earnestly, "What would you suggest paying particular attention to?" "As in, ya think yer in control of this?" Jo turns around only long enough to gesture at the space between them, indicating whatever this is between them before a tsking sound is heard. On challenges, even, "Uh-huh," she drawls out as she works around her dragon systematically, the turns spent washing him making her quick at it. "Stay cheeky'n smug all ya want, Holdbred." She snorts to it before speaking on the topic of wings with a slight shrug. "Ya been talkin' of freedom since the day yer dragon hatched," she notes with a touch of wry over her shoulder. "No better wings for that'n Savannah'n Glacier. Glacier's a rough bunch, but, ain' no better folks to have yer back. Could probably say the same for Savannah there, with R'hin runnin' it. Yer pretty straight'n narrow, though, so's why I mentioned K'del's wing. Might wanna watch that one, too, but I doubt ya'll get as much freedom ya want there." Edyis laughs, but she bites her lip. "You think anybody wants a troublemaker who always ends up using the wrong titles, and probably will wind up just barely passing muster?" The light-hearted tone at harsh dissonance with the words themselves. "Fretting never did a body good I'm sure, but this whole thing is far more stressful than I imagined. I thought it would be easier." She shrugs. "Glacier's mostly troublemakers," Jo counters that one easily. "Do I look saintly to ya, despite all of my amazin' generosity?" Chuckling, "Hearin' ya talk, ya make it sound like yer the first brat in the Reaches. Shit, woman. Hate to be the bearer of bad news, but there's been plenty that beat ya to it. Me, included." She even turns to tick off a jaunty salute in addition. "Shop around, Ed'n and decide the wing that fits what sort of life ya want," she says, as if Edyis would have any choice in the matter. Still. "Most of'em ain' so bad, darlin'. Luckily there ain' no thread in the sky." Faranth forbid. Edyis laughs, sinking into a seat. "I think... that is the problem. I don't know what sort of life I want anymore." Tilting her head back to look up at the sky. "Don't know that I ever would have stood if there was, but that probably makes me sound a coward doesn't it." Glancing over then with a smirk, "I cannot compete with your brand of trouble, you're in a class all your own Jo." Moving to Tacuseth's other side (to which Jo is now invisible to Edyis), there's silence on that initial response as the convict rider scrubs away on her blue. Once she's visible again, letting the silence linger while doing so, it's only when she's close enough by Edyis that she turns and pauses from cleaning to cock that brush against her hip as she studies the brownrider weyrling. Then, "Then find out," is her simple words on sorts of lives. "Take a risk. Jump. Steal. Fight. Fuck. Do it their way," with that damp head gesturing towards the Weyr proper, she must be meaning decent ones in charge. "Or not do it their way. No one's gonna tell ya how to live, baby." Blowing an errant strand of dark hair from covering her eye, "Ya got this life," she says with the ease of talking about the weather. "Ain' the one ya want, but it's yers. Only choice open to ya now is makin' what ya got yers, like we do." She doesn't explain the emphasis, but it's easily heard, and there's a small smirk to that last with a roll of shoulders as she returns to work before she quips, "And yet ya punched me in the stomach. I wouldn' rule ya out when it comes to brands of trouble, Holdbred. Ya just might like it my way." Edyis grins a little, "You really are sore about that punch aren't you?" Something plainly mischievous in that smile as she claims the bottle to take a long drink. "You never worry about the things you might regret do you?" Dark eyes are focusing on the blue rider when she comes into view again. "Just go whichever way you want without a thought to the consequence?" Something in her tone almost admiring. "Come over here'n kiss it better, then." Yeah, Jo is down for playing dirty. There's no apologies in her voice. To the rest, she works on Tacuseth's wing as she answers, "Stopped worryin' when I got framed'n tossed in the mines for shit I didn' do." That comes out a bit more sober than perhaps intended. "When yer life's on the line everyday, things like regrets become meaningless." Stepping back, "Maybe all the shit I've done will come back'n bite me in the ass one day," she admits her, flashing Edyis a cheeky grin now. "Can' worry 'bout that day for the rest of my life. 'Least I can say at the end of it that I've lived." Edyis laughs, "Should I?" between long pulls from the bottle. "I can't imagine that, doing hard time for something because someone else..." She snorts at the thought. "Living, huh." Tilting her head back again. "Might be worth trying." And there's a rumble from Akluseth that draws irritation. "Quit your bellyaching. I haven't forgotten about oiling you. What's with all this worrying over your appearance now?" She mutters at the Brown who blows bubbles. Jo laughs at the little tease, the convict rider pausing in her work to send a look over her shoulder her way. "That's what a good friend would do," she says it sagely with a nod, even. Like she really believes it. She slaps Tacuseth on the side in which the blue submerges himself, and while he does so, "Ya can do it when ya know ya'll meet the ones that frame ya again one day," Jo says with promise in her voice. "It certainly wasn' the life I wanted, either. I made do'n so will you." After a pause, "No better place to learn who ya are," she agrees on living, spreading her arms to indicate the Weyr. "It ain' the Hold, darlin'. Ya got him," she nods towards the whining brown dragon, "and, ya actually got folks that give a fuck 'bout ya here. That's somethin'." Tacuseth emerges then, his hide noticeably less dirty than before before she moves him to a dry place for oiling. "Mm, is that your way of saying you want me to be a good friend then." Edyis laughs, though something sobers that expression. "Maybe, you feel good about it for a little while, but evening the scales... sometimes that feels worse." Akluseth ambles out to dry, shaking himself free of most of the water with a chuff for his rider's irritation over it. With a third of the bottle left, she stands, and wobbles, closer to Jo. "Yes well, there is always that I suppose." Then she's leaning over and attempting to plant one on the bluerider in recompense, briefly if she doesn't wind up face first in the water. "A good anythin' ya wanna be," Jo plays those words back, it being an open tease. "I'm not selfish." As for revenge, there's something dark and cold that creeps into that short chuckle that precedes the words, the convict rider looking away from Edyis as she starts to oil her dragon. "Well," she's slow to say as she works, "it takes a lot for me to feel bad 'bout anythin'. Ain' about feelin' in the end. It's 'bout doin' what needs to be done." She turns in time - putting that topic to rest in the process - to find Edyis coming closer. She watches as Edyis tries to land a kiss somewhere - perhaps the cheek since it was going in that direction - but a proper and classy Jo, she is not. Drawing an arm about Edyis's waist in attempt to keep her from falling (pressing her against her wet body in the process), it just so happens that she has her own agenda in mind since her lips are brought close enough to try and capture Ed's with the barest rumble of amusement from her. She really should have seen that coming, but she doesn't punch Jo this time, well possibly because she's having enough trouble standing, and there's a chuff of draconic laughter from the peanut gallery. « Serves her right. » Is Akluseth's amused thought as his rider eventually wiggles free taking a woozy step back. "There, now you can quit your grumbling about being punched," breathless and moving to her clothes. Letting her pull away, "Nah, I'll just start grumblin' 'bout how ya can' let me kiss ya proper-like," Jo teases, laughing as she steps away and back towards a waiting Tacuseth. She even sends a smirk towards Akluseth for his chuff. "But I s'pose, that's just cuz ya like to be chased," she continues in the same vein with a look going her way. "Ya still haven' said anythin' to my beach trip." Back to oiling she goes. Edyis laughs, "Maybe because I'm still thinking about it." pulling her clothes on with a stumbling giggle. A nose from Akluseth is keeping her upright. "I'm just not sure I'm ready to dive in yet, but when I am... you might be the first to know." Throwing Akluseth's straps over, "Maybe for the name of that tailor who stitches your pants?" That smug look intensifying, "If yer so scared of bein' alone with me," Jo drawls out, "ya can just say so'n we can exchange. I'll give ya the visuals to the beach'n ya can go find that tailor and deliver a package to him for me?" Which, of course means she would get the coordinates to the tailor, too. She works the oil over her blue as she offers the deal, that cocky smile plastered all over her face. "Mm, you know I've been told I'm way to easy to scheme... bartering away on things I'll neeeever seeee" She singsongs, but then, there's a wider grin. "Deal. But not till we are cleared for between, and it's cheating if you give me visuals while inebriated. " "Deal," Jo agrees to it with amused snort. "The package can wait. I just don' have the time to head out that way. Lemmee know when yer cleared to Between'n I'll get ya visuals to both places. Take yer friends to the beach, at least. The place has sentimental value'n should be used for good times." Her face is carefully composed as she says it, some soberness being the only leak in gravity and it's something she doesn't explain nor linger on. She finish working on her dragon then, addressing the first last now as she adds, belatedly, "Yer not so easy scheme, darlin'. Depends on what ya want is all." Edyis laughs, "That I imagine is true." Summoning the brown and starting on his straps. "Some day you'll have to tell me the story of the place. As for what I want- Well that is to get home before the rest of that rum hits me so hard that I pass out." Leaving the remainder of the bottle for the bluerider, "And next time I shadow Glacier maybe show me the ropes?" "Someday," Jo agrees with a incline of her head as she oils. "Ya should get back. Work on holdin' that liquor of yers. It's scandalous, havin' ya kiss girls in the springs." As if she had nothing to do with it. Laughing to herself, she nods on the shadowing offer too before she puts forth, "Sure. Half our time is spent in Snowasis, gettin' rowdy." She's kidding, surely, by the smile on her face. Shaking her head, "Enjoy the rest of yer night then, Ed. Might wanna leave that bottle right here." Because she's a responsible dragonrider, see. "I've done far more scandalous things... like give away someone else's liquor." Not that she didn't make up the missing two crates but still. "Make sure not to let it go to waste, yeah?" Climbing up on Akluseth's neck and they are off. |
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