Logs:Making Rank
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| RL Date: 15 September, 2015 |
| Who: Jo, Grathon, Canie |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: Jo is uneasy about leaving Glacier for Snowdrift. Grathon makes the decision easier for her. |
| Where: Dive Bar, Greenfields Hold, High Reaches Area / Feeding Grounds, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 1, Month 11, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Taikrin/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, Mielline/Mentions, Sabella/Mentions, R'vel/Mentions |
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| She didn't want to leave Glacier. It's been thirteen turns spent in that wing where she had fit like a glove - where no one really expected much of her other than Taikrin. Where she really belonged. Mielline rattled her safe haven. Would K'del really tear Glacier apart? Would he really disband a wing that's been around for ages? And if he did, where did that leave the lot of them? "'Nother," she calls out, sitting at the counter of the Greenfields dive bar. Grathon's serving, as usual, and he's quickly there to lend a refill to her drink. "Why the long face?" he asks, stealing a look as he pours. "You're normally so happy being here, bumming drinks off of me." Jo bums the filled glass well with a brief toast. "Been offered a wingsecond position in another wing," she explains, almost sullen. "My wing might get disbanded. Me'n Taikrin might get hit, but Lanvec wants rank for me." So. Sip. "Rank," Grathon echoes as he puts the bottle down below, "but just not like this?" When there's no answer, "What does your gut instinct tell you, Jo?" he chooses to ask. The answer to that comes slow, the convict rider frowning as she contemplates her glass contents. "Take the position'n make it my own," she's slow to say. "It satisfies what we need here. It's the only offer I'm seein'n if it's true 'bout Glacier-" "Then take the position," it seems to make sense to Grathon as he wipes down his counter. "I know you're keen on that wing, and Taikrin, but don't forget why you're there in the first place. The people there....that Weyr...makes it easy to forget why you're there." Jo could only look at Grathon, nodding, as she takes a drink. Trust Grathon to cut right down to the meat of a dilemma, which was why the bluerider was finding herself relying on his counsel more and more. Finally there's the glimmers of a lopsided grin from her as she says, "Haven' forgotten, Grath. I haven' forgotten." The next sip is easier.
Contents=Subject: New Wingsecond!
All becomes clear a few days later when, on the second day of month eleven, Mielline makes the announcement before drills that Jo has transferred into Snowdrift and will be serving as Mielline's second Wingsecond, in addition to R'vel. Exactly what her duties will entail will be worked out over time; Mielline's pretty flexible about these things. In the short term, the focus is on giving Jo exposure to all that the wing does, and bringing her up to speed on different techniques.
=Day 2, Month 11, Turn 38
Meeting on the feeding grounds while their dragons ate a while later, "Gonna rely on ya a bit more now that we're together," the new wingsecond is telling the dirty-blonde petite woman standing beside her, their faces both facing their dragons with their voices lowered. "Sabella'n Taikrin's fates are their own in Glacier once K'del gets back." Canie, all sweetness and smiles despite being a notoriously light-fingered thief pre-Impression, casts one of those smiles upon Jo with an eager nod. "About time," she says, looking pleased. "Cissoth and I won't fail you, or home! Count on us!" All the cheeriness has Jo frowning all the same, but she nods curtly. "We'll downplay our friendship in the wing, for now," she tells her. "I dunno this Mielline or R'vel from a rock in Crom. I can use any gain we've got. Keep me posted on how Mielline runs things'n how much she engages in the wingriders. I'll see it for myself, but, since ya've been around her by bein' tapped there, I wanna make sure we got all our corners covered." "I like Mielline," Canie chirps, but from the look being sent to her by the bluerider, she adds much more soberly, "Right. Don't worry, Jo. We'll keep you posted. This'll be great, though, having you with us. Cissoth's thrilled. We could finally, finally fix your hair!" There's so much wide-eyed joy on Canie's face that Jo has to immediately leave her behind on the grounds with a grumbled, "My hair is fuckin' fine, for the last time." |
Comments
Yesia (20:20, 17 September 2015 (PDT)) said...
SNOWDRIFT MAKEOVER HOLLA.
Jo (20:26, 17 September 2015 (PDT)) said...
D: Is THIS how you welcome wingriders? With NO BOOZE, but HAIR PRODUCTS??? ;-;
Edyis (21:59, 17 September 2015 (PDT)) said...
Let the bribery and prettifying commence.
K'zin (23:15, 17 September 2015 (PDT)) said...
K'zin will bring booze. Lots of booze. He might even be persuaded to share with Jo if she can keep the girly things away from his pretty, manly face.
Alida (01:11, 18 September 2015 (PDT)) said...
Nooooooooooooooo!!! In SO many ways. ;)
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